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The Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Sting by Deborah Wilde – Release Day Blitz + #Giveaway

26/06/17

 

 


The
Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Sting

Nava
Katz

Book
Two

Deborah
Wilde

Genre: urban fantasy/romance
Publisher: Te Da Media
Date of Publication: June 26,
2017
ISBN: 978-1-988681-01-6
ASIN: B071Y2GHDM
Number of pages: 420
Word Count: 88,000
Cover Artist: Damonza

Book Description:

50%
boobs. 50% sarcasm. 100% new breed of hunter.
After a bumpy start as the only
female demon hunter in the top secret Brotherhood of David, Nava Katz heads to
Prague for her first undercover mission: unmasking a demon movie star. She’d be
all kinds of thrilled if it weren’t for the fact that her fellow hunter-with-benefits,
Rohan Mitra, has reclaimed his rock star status and assigned Nava the role of
groupie.
Rejecting her “be a good
girl and follow orders” directive, Nava unleashes an alter ego guaranteed
to hook their celebrity target and drive Rohan crazy. No downside-until she
finds herself up against Rohan’s past, the Brotherhood’s antiquated thinking,
and her own identity issues, turning her personal life into a bomb that could
blow up the entire operation.
Sparkly and deadly; it’s a plan.
Be Sure to Check Out The Unlikeable
Demon Hunter Book One

 

Excerpt
#1:

Looping my
fingers into his belt, I jerked his hips to mine. Rohan’s breath caught and
when I brushed my lips over the shell curves of his ear, his whole body went
tense. “Prove you’re worth it, baby.” Then I pushed him away, stalking off
without a look back, mostly sure that he followed.
The second we
got inside the empty elevator, Rohan shoved me up against the wall. I groped
for the third floor button, leaning into him. He ran his hands feverishly over
my body, hot tingles shivering through my breasts like a sexed-up call and
answer. The focused hunger in his expression had me craving more, except my
rapid breathing wasn’t all from arousal.
Given the barely
banked rage evident in the tense bunch of Rohan’s shoulders, the feeling was
mutual. Hopefully, he’d show no mercy in orgasm form and not body count, though
I couldn’t promise the same right now.
I bit his
earlobe, wanting to hurt him.
Rohan shot me a
cavalier smile in response. Holy crap. My knees buckled.
The sprint to my
room was a blur.
The second the
door slammed shut behind us, Rohan edged his face in close to mine, his palm
ghosting my cheek in the barest caress that sent slivery shimmers tumbling
through me.
I raised my
fingers to my mouth, not realizing what I’d done or that I ran them over my
lips until Rohan tracked the movement, his eyes glittering dangerously.
His tongue
flicked out, wetting his lower lip. He swayed in toward me and–

 

“No.” Taking his
hands in mine, I forced them behind me. Forced him to hold me there, his rings
biting into my skin. Forced him to make a decision; play by my rules or go. 
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About the Author:

                                                       
A global wanderer, hopeless
romantic, and total cynic with a broken edit button, Deborah writes urban
fantasy to satisfy her love of smexy romances and tales of chicks who kick ass.
She is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the
way. “It takes a bad girl to fight evil. Go Wilde.”

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Life’s Series by Rebekah Raymond – Book Tour + #Giveaway

26/06/17

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Life’s Defeat
Life’s Series Book 1
by Rebekah Raymond
Genre: Romantic Suspense, Futuristic
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Tragedy places the soldier in StPatrick’s complex, determination to be
someone of use keeps her within its walls. When she finally takes her
first breaths of freedom, the soldier is sucked back into military
servitude. Her long, violent capture and imprisonment by Rochester
sets her path of physical and psychological terror.

Under his rule she learns the depth of her own depravity, and how far she
can go before she threatens to lose herself. But when Tomlin and his
team rescues her, she discovers a new threat in the life she chooses
to lead.
As the pages of her genetically-altered history are revealed, the
solider finds the key to achieving her new goal: revenge.
It’s unfortunate it might just kill her in the end.
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I could remember vaguely I had just fought against the muscular man, my body laying on the cold concrete in the fetal position as I nursed my aching head. Usually a good thump or, as I had experienced this time, a smash against the corner of the table, was enough to take me down. So I lay there, my frayed hair collecting the pooling blood from my wound when a loud and foreign noise reached my ringing ears.

 

It was an alarm, and it frightened me.

 

Both hands instantly went to my ears as I tried to block out the klaxon, my feet kicking against the legs of my table where I had slept. All I remember is fighting against the sound.

 

The door opened then, and I was vaguely aware of someone coming in, the door closing quickly. I was still keening and fought to regain some control.

 

Then the hands came down on my shoulders. A terrifying noise ripped from my throat as I again went into survival mode. Jumping up, I reached out my bloodied digits, aiming for the neck of my next contender before hearing a name spoken aloud.

 

Both the name and voice were familiar to me and I froze as the man said it again. I shook my head to clear the liquid that was now running over my eye, my own blood from my head wound. I gritted my teeth and grabbed the man around his wrists, forcing him against a wall and knowing I could snap the bones and kick in his knee in one swift move.

 

The man didn’t fight back.

 

Instead, he opened his eyes wide and attempted to talk to me, something that was still outside of my understanding. It reached me enough that I was forced to look into his face.

 

Tomlin. The name reached my lips and brain at the same moment and instantly I knew this person was not after me.

 

Fighting my primal nature, I flung myself backwards across the room, flattening against the wall and watching the man who in turn was staring back at me, alarmed. He rubbed his wrists absentmindedly, a ring of blood transferred from my hands to his sleeves.

 

I could tell he was scared for me. I could smell the fear. His own personal defeat was palpable as he tried to reason with me.

 

Looking back now I am sure he was asking me to calm down, to leave with him peaceably. He held up a sedative that would perhaps make it easier.

 

I saw him hold up the needle and I went crazy. Tomlin’s eyes flashed disbelief as I hurled myself toward him, my hand raised in combat. I landed four good punches to his face and head before the man threw a strong kick to my midsection that sent me stumbling back, crashing against the wall.

 

He looked down as his wrist watch chimed. I knew his time was up as he shook his head. With a sad expression, he wiped the blood from his mouth, a heavy line still trailing from his nose, looking back at me one last time before he re-opened the door, leaving quickly.

 

It would be days before I realized what had happened.

 

I had sabotaged my own rescue.

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Life’s Hope
Life’s Series Book 2
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With the resolve of a child who had grown too much to return home, Seleah
stayed away from StPatrick’s complex for twelve years after her
devastating abduction and rescue from criminal mastermind Rochester’s
clutches. When her former lover and friend, Tomlin, calls with the
news of her beloved mentor’s demise, however, she decides to come
back to the school and her course is altered dramatically.


Tomlin can’t stand being away from Seleah any longer. He wants her, needs
her to return for good. His stupidity was almost his downfall. Now,
life has given him a second chance.
But with their reunion comes jealousy and hatred from an outside source,
threatening to kill them both and the new life they are seeking.
The pair must learn to accept each other once more; to heal wounds and
scars alike, and decide if their paths can really exist together
forever. Passion, sadness, violence, and the resiliency of love await
in Life’s Hope.
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I pulled away, knowing if I didn’t we would end up in a compromising situation. On the other hand, pulling the woman back into the pitch black hall and making love to her until she cried out my name did have a certain appeal. I shook my head as I dismissed the idea, watching Seleah’s face flush. I had forgotten that she, like StPatrick, possessed the talent of reading ones intentions. It was much more revealing than most people knew.

 

She inclined her head, “Another time?” I nodded and closed the panel, watching her from the darkness. Her words held a promise that I hoped was true. Now that I had regained a taste of her, my Seleah was like a drug, coursing through my veins, a disease, ravaging my every thought and making my body tingle.

 

That my mind only came up with negative comparisons I was well aware. I just couldn’t be sure yet if that was a good thing or not.

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By day Rebekah Raymond is simply Becca–Medical Claims Adjudicator,
Academic Strategist, wife and mother of two. By night, she is Rebekah
Raymond, Calgary writer of thriller/horror, romance, science fiction
and fantasy.
Raymond is the author of the thriller Life’s Defeat (Oct
2015) and
Life’s Hope (May 2016) with the third and fourth installments coming out in 2017.
Raymond is a proficient writer, working at her writing for 1-3 hours nightly.
She attributes her wildly disconnected plots and vivid characters to
automatic and dissociative writing.
She is a member of NaNoWriMo and the Alexandra Writers’ Centre Society.
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The Powder Horn of Mackinac Island by Sandy Carlson – Book promo

25/06/17

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The Powder Horn of Mackinac Island by Sandy Carlson

Genre: Middle Grade (8-12

 

year old reader) Science

 

Fiction, or for the

 

historically-minded adult

 

Word Count: 34,000

 

About the book

Arianna’s family now owns a souvenir shop on Mackinac Island, the perfect place to make money fo

Arianna’s family now owns a souvenir shop on Mackinac Island, the perfect place to make money for her paraplegic brother’s surgery. No motor vehicles are allowed but there are plenty of horses, making the island safe enough for Luc to have mobile freedom in his wheelchair all summer long.

When Arianna and Luc accidentally discover that a powder horn that’s been in their family for many generations can send them back in time to 1793, they meet their great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, the person who carved the treasure map on the powder horn. How can the siblings convince their ancestor to let them in on its secrets?

To complicate things, Luc finds he can walk there, in the past, and he doesn’t want to return to the present where his surgery is uncertain, and a wheelchair may be his life. Arianna must choose between discovering the treasure and bringing her brother back to the present.

 

excerpt

The family plan was to head north, but my best friends Bella and Caitlyn were hopeful I would find options, alternatives, additional possibilities. I’d heard the reasons why I had to go with Mom and Dad and Luc to northern Michigan for the summer, and why my older sister got to stay home. I wouldn’t have minded so much if only it wasn’t sixteen million miles from Chicago, and for the entire summer. My protests about the unfairness of me having to go came up as empty as downtown Chicago during a blizzard.

“I could stay home with Melissa,” I suggested as I handed Mom a dirty supper plate for the dishwasher. “We’d almost never fight.”

“You know Melissa needs to earn money this summer for college,” Mom said. “And Delly’s Deli will pay her more than we could. It’s simple economics.”

Without consulting me, simple economics entailed dumping all our family money into purchasing a souv

Without consulting me, simple economics entailed dumping all our family money into purchasing a souvenir shop. They expected to make bundles of money to cover my brother Luc’s operation and have enough left over to be rich-rich-rich. Maybe enough for a family trip to Europe or a flight to the moon.

Worst part? They planned to turn Luc and me into store slaves for the summer.

No, the really worst part was I wouldn’t get to see my friends all summer long. What good is having a summer vacation without your friends? It was going to be torturously long. I did want Luc to get his operation, and I wasn’t out to make things difficult for Melissa. I just wanted to stay home, too. Be with my friends. That’s all.

Mom put on her teacher smile. “Staying here will be good preparation for Melissa being on her own. Besides, the Simons are next door, and Rachel Simons practically lives over here, anyway. Melissa won’t be lonely.”

“I could stay to make sure. Help chaperone them or something,” I said, putting on my most brilliant smile.

Mom shook her head no while putting the last of the silverware into the dishwasher.

“Maybe I could stay with Caitlyn’s family, or Bella’s?” As soon as the words fell from my mouth I wished them back. Too late. Mom had already rolled her eyes. I shouldn’t have included Bella’s p

“Maybe I could stay with Caitlyn’s family, or Bella’s?” As soon as the words fell from my mouth I wished them back. Too late. Mom had already rolled her eyes. I shouldn’t have included Bella’s parents in that plan.

“Arianna Jean Trebuche.” Her using my whole name was like turning the lock on a door. End of any back and forth discussion. “It’ll be a fun adventure,” she said.

Read that as Boring!

“There’s lots to do on Mackinac Island besides the store,” she continued. “Bikes and horses to ride. You might even dress up in some of those period costumes from the eighteenth century. Wouldn’t that be fun? Besides, Luc needs you.”

“Luc needs me like he needs a fifth wheel. You baby him way too much, Mom.” I turned and headed upstairs to my room.

Some pe

Some people think people in wheelchairs are helpless. They don’t know our Luc. He’s smart, clever, funny, and wins races. He’s not treated differently because he’s stuck in a wheelchair, it’s because in our family, Luc, at ten, is the youngest. Melissa’s seventeen. Last April I officially became a teenager, a whopping thirteen. And we all know the babies of the family really are treated differently.

When we were younger, Luc and I shared everything, especially secrets in our treehouse. Luc would pull himself onto the swing seat and tug on the rope pulley Dad attached to the tree branch until he got himself through the Trebuche Tree door. It was our not-so-secret hideaway. No one else went up there, not even Caitlyn and Bella.

I used our upstairs hall landline and called Bella, the B member of our ABC club.

“No go,” I said when she answered.

“This stinks,” Bella sa

“This stinks,” Bella said. “How come they can’t see you’re responsible enough to stay?”

“I know,” I groaned.

“Did you mention the thing about staying at my house, or at Caitlyn’s?”

“Yes. I even tried staying with Melissa under the Simons’ watchful eye.”

“We’ve got parents living over here, right in the same house—real adults. Sort of.”

I snickered. A year ago, Bella’s parents went through some sort of mid-life crisis and learned to ride motorcycles. They’d gone hog-wild—that’s motorcycle talk—buying leather jackets and bike accessories and made the neighborhood noisier. Not the kind of adults my teacher-parents would trust to look after their little darling all summer.

“So, have you started your Summer Dreams essay for Mrs. Harrison’s class?”

“Ha!” I answered. “My summer will be a nightmare.”

“There’s still the Internet, Ari,” Bella said. “We’ll message every day, and don’t forget chats and video calling and cell phones.”

“More than every single day,” I replied.

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Before I could say Hallelujah, school’s out, seventh grade ended. After that, Bella and Caitlyn and I had a moanful see-ya-later sleepover where we finally drifted off about three AM. The parents finished their teaching jobs. Then, earlier than we ever got up on a school day, we Trebuches squeezed all our summer essentials into the van, with three bikes hanging from the back. Luc rose on the van chair lift, and then I clamped his wheelchair firmly into place and climbed in the seat next to him.

“You have the treasured powder horn?” Melissa asked through the open van window. She pushed her wavy long brown hair away from her face.

“Of course, dear,” Mom said. “We’ll send you pictures as soon as we display it.”

“Put it someplace where everyone can see it,” Mel instructed. She was a lot like Mom—bossy. At least with the two of them separated, it would make a quieter summer for the rest of us.

The heirloom powder horn had passed from father to son through the generations of Trebuches from Jean Luc Trebuche, a fur-trading French ancestor. This Jean Luc is the

person Luc is named after, and me, too. Well, my middle and last name, anyway. Down through the generations, we’ve called it the Treasured Powder Horn. With capital letters. I don’t know why. Maybe it once held gold nuggets instead of gun powder. It could have been in a museum, but Mom and Dad both used it in their classes for math exercises or history-English lessons. Great-great-something-grandfather Jean Luc must have been drunk when he carved it. Although his name in fancy script across the top was obvious, squiggly lines went around the horn. There was also a random U or a C on it and a V or a <, depending on which way you held it, along with an X by a bitty tree.

“Now don’t you go worrying about us, sweetheart,” Dad said to Melissa as he adjusted the driver’s seat. “You just take care of yourself. We’re only a phone call away.”

As Dad pulled the van out, I waved to Melissa until we were out of sight. Luc slipped on his headphones and loaded up an action movie in his player. I got out my music.

“Can’t you kids at least wait until we’re on the interstate before playing those things?” Mom asked. “There’s so much to see.” She said those exact words at the start of every trip.

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About the Author

Sandy Carlson was born in Michigan and has a long-standing connection with Mackinac Island. She first visited the island as a child, then as a young mother with her husband and two sons, and several times since. Every visit has vibrated with magic—from the fresh water sea breezes, to the history, to the wooded trails, and, of course, to the horses.

Sandy is first a storyteller. As a child, she loved telling stories to her siblings, cousins and friends, and later started writing them down. Besides a Family-Comes-First motto, Sandy is a former teacher who now does school and library author visits.

She may or may not have seen mythical creatures while alone in the woods.

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After and Before by Samantha Gregory – Spotlight Promo

24/06/17

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Title: After (Book 1)

Publisher: SKGregory

Genre: Horror/YA

Word Count: 46k

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The dead walked. The world fell apart. But what happened after? Jenna Deluise is just trying to survive in this broken world, but after her father’s apparent suicide she discovers that she didn’t really know him at all. How was he connected to the zombies? Why is his former boss so sure he is alive? What else was he hiding?

 

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One

Jenna

 

I kept my head down as I walked along the C road, clutching the bag of groceries to my chest. It wasn’t the kind of neighborhood you wanted to linger in, and it was one of the better ones in the city. I sidestepped a man sitting on the ground. He was wrapped in an old, tattered blanket. He held his hands out to whoever passed him, begging for any money they could spare. I tried not to look at him. I didn’t have any money to give him. I barely had enough for the groceries I just bought.

Joining the queue for the checkpoint, I tried to ignore the chill wind blowing. Summer was definitely over. My jacket was threadbare as it was and I couldn’t afford a new one. Winter was going to be fun. Not.

I kept my gaze fixed on the ground as I moved closer to the front of the line. It wasn’t a good idea to make eye contact with a lot of the people who lived around here. I missed our old house. At least you could walk the streets without worrying about getting mugged, or worse.

I was jostled from behind by a woman wearing a black knit cap and a long black coat.

“What are you looking at?” she snapped. I quickly faced front. I wasn’t interested in a fight; I just wanted to go home.

I swiped my identity pass at the checkpoint; I was two blocks from home. The Alliance soldier posted there scrutinized it carefully before handing it back. Seriously, did I look like a threat?

“Reason for entering this area?” he asked, his cold blue eyes piercing mine. He wore the standard black uniform with the red Alliance symbol on the breast. An automatic weapon hung at his side and I had no doubt that he knew how to use it. The New Alliance was the ultimate law enforcement.

“I live here,” I said.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Food.”

I don’t think he liked my tone, but I didn’t have another I cared to use. Every freaking day I had to go through this. I’m pretty sure it was the same guard too, but the AS had a habit of making people’s lives miserable. He took his time searching my bag, for all that was in it. A few canned goods.

The line behind me was a long one; everyone was crowded together, eager to get home before dark.  Most of the people looked half starved. Food wasn’t cheap in this quadrant and a lot of people had taken to stealing it to survive. We weren’t that bad, yet.

Finally, he waved me through. I hurried away, glad to put him behind me.

I didn’t get far before startled cries rang through the crowd. I glanced back to see someone stagger into the road. He was dressed in rags, his face covered in dirt. The crowd fell silent as he let out a loud moan. I froze. It couldn’t be. My heart began to race.

A ripple went through the crowd and one word rang out clearly. The word no one wanted to hear, the word most people were too terrified to even utter.

Several AS ran forward, weapons already drawn. When the man saw them coming he dropped the act and raised his hands in surrender.

“It was a joke,” he cried as he was tackled to the ground. There were grunts and cries from him as the AS laid into him. Idiot! Nobody tried to help him, and I didn’t blame them. It wasn’t something to joke about.

They hauled him to his feet and led him away. I wasn’t sticking around any longer.
Turning into the alleyway that would take me home, I found that it was already occupied by a street vendor, selling a variety of fruits that were hard to come by nowadays.

“Hey sweetness,” the vendor crooned at me. I glanced at him, taking in the ratty hair, beard and cold black eyes that were checking me out. I used my free hand to pull my jacket tighter around me.

I sped up, hoping to get past him, but he stepped forward, blocking my path.

“Why don’t you choose something nice for yourself, then we can discuss payment,” he raised an eyebrow. He was standing way too close for my liking. I could smell his rancid breath.

He was at least six inches taller than me and while he was no wrestler, he still had more muscle than me. This could go wrong very quickly.  Thinking fast, I said, “Do you have a permit to sell these goods?”

I tried to keep my voice steady. The question seemed to confuse him, “What?”

“A permit. Under section seven of the New Alliance code, it is illegal to sell imported goods without one.”

“Yeah? And what would you know about it, little girl?”

I pulled an ID card from my jacket pocket, “Plenty, I’m an undercover agent for the Alliance.”

He backed away, swearing, “An agent? What are they hiring them straight out of kindergarten now?”

I glared at him. Okay, I look slightly younger than my seventeen years but not that young.

“I should shut you down right now,” I said.

“Come on, I’m just trying to make a living, like everyone else.”

I sighed and took a closer look at his pitch. I spied some oranges. I hadn’t had one in years. I picked up three of them and dropped them into my grocery bag.

The vendor watched me, but didn’t say anything. Usually where there was one agent, another was never far behind. He was probably used to them shaking him down. Why would they pay for things when they could just take them?

I lifted an apple too, making a show of biting into it. It was delicious.

“If I catch you around here again, I’ll shut you down,” I walked away.

At the end of the alley I turned right, passing a burnt out car. A huge black skull had been painted on the wall beside it, along with the words CHAOS REIGNS. Yeah, it did.

Once I was sure I was out of sight, I collapsed against the wall, breathing hard. That was close. It was a good thing I had held onto dad’s work pass. It was the only things of his I had kept. The vendor hadn’t bothered to look too close, all he saw was the Alliance symbol and that was enough to sell it.

At least I had something to show for it. Lifting one of the oranges from the bag, I inhaled its scent. Mom would love them. This reminded me, I was late getting back. I ate the rest of the apple as I walked.

Mom and I shared a crappy two bedroom apartment in South City, formerly Southern Manhattan. It’s all changed now, since the Alliance took over running the country. They had divided the country into quadrants, with an Alliance outpost in each one. Any quadrant deemed uninhabitable was known as an X quadrant. Most of them were located in the centre of the country. They used to be high population areas which were overrun during the outbreak.

Our apartment was on the second floor of a tower block, which housed over sixty families. It was a shoebox compared to where we used to live. That was before everything with dad.

I climbed the concrete steps to the second floor.

“Hi, Jenna.”

I felt a smile spread across my face at the sound of his voice. Ross Tamby, our next door neighbor. He was a year older than me, with dark hair and gorgeous green eyes. He was the one good thing about living here.

“Hi, Ross, how’s your mom?” I asked.

He was wearing a pale blue shirt over slacks, which he looked great in. I was suddenly self-consciousf my own clothes. An old flannel shirt that was frayed at the sleeves, over jeans.

“Better, I think it was just a bug. Thanks for making that soup for her.”

“It was no problem. Oh, here I have something for you,” I held out an orange to him.

“Where did you get that?”

“I just picked it up when I was out.”

He hesitated, “I don’t know, Jen. The Alliance have been really clamping down on imports.”

“I won’t tell them if you don’t.”

He laughed nervously and took the orange, turning it over in his hands, “Hey, I was wondering if you could do me a favor?”

“Yeah, of course. What is it?”

“I need someone to watch my little sister tonight. Just for a few hours, I would be really grateful.”

I don’t really like kids but when he stared at me with those green eyes, I felt myself caving, “Sure. What time?”

“About seven? You’re the best Jen. Hey, maybe we should hang out some time?”

“I’d love to. How about Friday?”

“Friday’s no good. Saturday?”

I nodded, “Definitely.”

He gave my arm a squeeze, flashed me that smile again and went back inside.

Oh, my God, Ross Tamby just asked me out. This day was definitely getting better.
Once I reached my front door though, everything that happened in the last couple of months came back to me. It didn’t seem right to be happy about something as stupid as a date. Not now that dad was gone.

I paused for a moment, and then went inside. I found mom seated in front of the TV. She was huddled in one of dad’s old shirts, staring vacantly at the screen.  Her long auburn hair, the same shade as my own, was streaked with strands of grey. All that happened in the last few months had aged her.

“I’m back,” I said. It took several seconds for her to respond.

“Hi, honey,” she said, her eyes never leaving the screen.

The news was on. That was all that seemed to be on TV anymore, news and documentaries about the outbreak.

I left her to it, taking the groceries into the kitchenette to unpack.

“Hey,” Lana said, bursting into the house. Lana Barrett lived a few apartments down.

“Did you just let yourself in?” I asked.

“Yeah, so?”

I shook my head and sighed. She had a habit of showing up whenever she felt like it. Since I was the only other girl around that was her age, she assumed we were friends. I guess we kind of were. I mean I couldn’t exactly turn a friend down since I didn’t have any, but she was so annoying, and she had no concept of privacy.

“I saw you talking to Ross. What did he want?” she asked, hopping up on the counter and swinging her legs back and forth. She was wearing a t shirt for an old grunge band over leggings.

“Me to baby-sit. He, uh, asked me out too,” I said.

Her mouth fell open, “Seriously? How did you manage that?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know. He just asked me.”

“Wow, what have you got that I haven’t? I mean, I know you’re older, but I’m blonde. Plus I have a lot more going on,” she waved her hands in front of her chest and I felt myself flush. There was no comparison, and now I found myself questioning why Ross asked me out.  I shouldn’t have opened my mouth.

I busied myself with the groceries trying to hide my burning cheeks. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she was right. I’m sure guys asked her out all the time, but I wasn’t so lucky. I kept my head down at school. Sure, a few guys asked me out, but I turned them down. Mom kept a tight rein on me. If I told her I was going out with some guy, she’d probably ground me for a year. It sucked, but I couldn’t entirely blame her. The world was a crazy, dangerous place.

“I heard that Jamie Ford got arrested.”

Glad to change the subject, I asked, “He did? Why?”

“I heard he was doing ‘deliveries’,” she did air quotes, “for the Alliance on the DL, but when he was caught, they denied it. He was sent to camp.”

I rolled my eyes, she said camp like it was some summer thing, not the concentration camp it was. I’ve heard a million horror stories about those places. Jamie was kind of a loner who liked to pull stupid stunts on people. I wasn’t surprised he got involved in something skeevy, but I thought he had the sense not to get caught. I’m sure the Alliance were quick to use him as their fall guy.

“I should get dinner started,” I said.

She was busy twisting her hair around her fingers, “What are we having?”

“Mom isn’t up to guests. Sorry.” Now she was inviting herself to dinner?

“Yeah, okay. Well I should get going anyway. Let me know how it goes with Ross. I want all the juicy details.” She gave me a wink and headed for the door.

As she passed the door of dad’s office, she looked back at me, “Is that where he…?” She drew a thumb across her throat. I just stared at her in disgust. She shrugged and walked out.

“Bye, Mrs D!” she called loudly.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the door slammed shut. I really needed to start locking it.
After I put the groceries away, I peeled one of the oranges to eat. Popping one of the segments into my mouth, I savored the sweet juices. Putting the rest of the pieces onto a plate, I brought them into the living room for Mom.

I took a seat beside her on the ancient leather sofa that had been here when we arrived. The stuffing was falling out of it and it smelled faintly of cat pee, but it was one of the few bits of furniture in the apartment. Dad wouldn’t let us take anything from the old house, except for some clothes.

“Mom?” I held the plate out to her.

“Oh, lovely,” she said, taking a piece.

She ate it without comment, further proof of how much she had changed since dad’s death. There was a time she would have screamed at me for arriving home late and she would have interrogated me about the oranges too.

Now she seemed distant. Lost. It was up to me to cook and clean and buy groceries on the meager widow’s pension which Mom received once a month from Gene-Pharm. Sometimes she would lock herself away in her bedroom for days.

It had been two months since dad had killed himself. I came home one day to find the Alliance removing the body. They wouldn’t let me see him, or answer any questions I had. Mom was hysterical. When she finally calmed down, she told me he overdosed on pills. There was no note. No explanation. He was just gone.

I spent all my energy since, trying not to think about him. About how he abandoned us. I had my mother to take care of; I couldn’t afford to fall apart.

The news ended and Clive Rutherford appeared on the screen. He was a self-proclaimedistorian, who travelled the country documenting the epidemic and its aftermath.

“Almost twenty years ago, the outbreak began. A deadly virus swept America, spread by the bite of the infected. It became a third world country, practically overnight, with Canada and South America closing their borders to prevent it from spreading. Minor outbreaks occurred across the globe, but none as devastating as here.  A team of scientists worked tirelessly to find a cure.”

A picture flashed up on screen of the scientists. I inhaled sharply when I saw my dad’s face amongst them. He had been a key player in finding the cure.

“Infected areas were dusted with an experimental cure, which eliminated a large percentage of the infected, but made it almost impossible to grow anything in the soil.
The country began to rebuild itself, slowly, with the help of the New Alliance, the military appointed government whose swift action saved the country from total destruction. It was only five years ago that the vaccine was approved. Since then, the infected have been successfully eradicated.”

I snorted. The infected. They made it sound like they had a bad dose of the flu, but using the Z word was practically a crime in itself.

Yes, the zombies were gone, but the world was still a mess, and it would be for a long time to come. I admit I don’t have a lot of firsthand experience with the devastation. Dad was hired by Gene-Pharm when I was very young and we were moved to one of their safe zones.

I remember the first time I ever saw a zombie that wasn’t on TV. It was the day we had moved to the house in the suburbs.

We were driving past one of the restricted zones. I was in the back seat of our minivan; I was only about four years old. A chain link fence ran around the area and I remember seeing the people in the zone pressed up against it, their faces desperate and terrified. Mom tried to get me to look at her and tried to distract me by singing songs, but I couldn’t look away.

As I watched, a wave of panic went through the crowd and they all scattered. A few of them fell to the ground in their haste to get away. A man emerged from the crowd, waving his arms wildly. He crashed into the fence as though he didn’t know it was there.

For a second our eyes locked, as he looked at me hungrily, his face crazed and black bile covered his chin. Then the car moved on and he was gone. I woke up screaming every night for a month after that.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a helicopter which drowned out the TV. It wasn’t unusual to hear them pass over, but this one sounded very close. Something told me that trouble was on the way, and Dad always said I had great instincts.

“Mom, maybe-” Before I could finish the sentence, the living room window exploded, showering us in glass.

I screamed as two Alliance soldiers jumped into the room. They trained their guns on us.

“Don’t move!”

 

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Publisher: SKGregory

Genre: Horror/YA

Word Count: 47k

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One mistake could doom mankind…

A young intern discovers that the company he works for is developing a deadly virus. Terrified of what it could do, he steals the virus and the antidote. When it is accidentally released on a subway train, the occupants all perish. The problem is they don’t stay dead.
Jack, a computer geek, receives an email which leads her to a scientist and a street-smart punk called Danny, who holds the antidote in his veins. The unlikely allies fight to expose the company and their virus to the media, but can they stay alive long enough to synthesize a cure? And how far will the virus spread?

 

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Tom

Just keep moving, don’t make eye contact with anyone.

I jogged down the steps to the subway, avoiding looking at the sea of faces that were heading up. The bag I carried bounced off my hip and I thought of the contents inside and what would happen if they broke. I couldn’t slow down though, so I placed my hand on the bag, holding it firmly against my body.

Several people bumped into me, none of them bothering to apologize. If they knew what I was carrying they would definitely keep their distance.

The train hadn’t arrived yet; a small crowd filled the platform. I moved as close to the edge as I dared; eager to get out of here.

I was breathing heavily, sweat dripped off me. My shirt was soaked through. A blonde girl, about my age, gave me a disgusted look and inched away from me. I didn’t blame her.

What have I done?

I had just ruined my entire life. Working at Gene Pharm was my dream. I’d done my time as an intern, earned my promotion and here I was one week in and I had stolen research. I was in the lab, going through old projects and cataloging them.  A message had appeared on my computer screen, an instant message with a file name. There was no sender, so I just assumed that it was an internal memo for me on which file I should work on next. The file was buried deep and once I read it, I could understand why.

Maybe I could still fix this. If I took the bag back, explained the situation…

No. If I took it back, they would kill me. And if this stuff ever got used…that didn’t bear thinking about. I wasn’t naïve, I know that a lot of pharmaceutical and research companies work on some deadly stuff, but this was beyond anything I’d ever seen. It had the potential to wipe out most of the world if it got loose.

I heard the distant rumble of the train. I just needed to put some distance between me and Gene Pharm. Then I could decide what to do next. My parents owned a cabin up north, before they died. It was in my mother’s maiden name. I could go up there and lay low for a while. There was no way they would think to look there.

As the train pulled up, I saw them. Two suits, about twenty feet away, searching the crowd. I knew they were from Gene Pharm.

Keeping my head down, I boarded the train. It was only a matter of time before they caught me. I quickly took a seat and opened my laptop. Inserting the flash drive, I opened up my email. There weren’t many people who would understand what I was sending them, but one person sprang to mind. Jack Wylie. We were in college together, chemistry specifically. He would know what the formula was and what it could do.

I typed Jack into the mail recipient box and his email address came up. I glanced around for any sign of the two goons in suits. They were two cars back, searching every passenger.

“Damn,” I muttered. I attached the file, typing a quick message to Jack.

I need you to take a look at this. Gene Pharm was working on it and I think they are going to test it on humans. If you don’t hear from me again – make sure the media gets this.

I prayed Jack wouldn’t think it was a hoax. Ripping the flash drive from the laptop, I slipped it down the side of the seat. It was better not to get caught with the evidence on me.

They were only one car away now. I couldn’t let them get the virus or the antivirus.  The car I was in only held five other people. An old couple, a woman carrying groceries, a middle aged man and a teenage boy.

He was about eighteen, with dark hair, wearing a black hoodie and baggy jeans. He stood by the doors, ear buds in place. I could make out the faint sounds of Paint it Black playing.

He was going to get off the train. I unzipped the bag to reveal the two injector pens inside. I wasn’t about to risk exposing the virus, but someone else should have the antivirus. Someone with no ties to Gene Pharm.

Gene Pharm could destroy it or at least keep it for themselves. I pulled out the antivirus, set the bag on the seat and stood up. The train was slowing down. This could be my only chance to make sure the antivirus survived.

When the train lurched, I pretended to stumble into the boy, while injecting the contents into his hip. He ripped the buds from his ears and glared at me.

“Watch it man,” he snapped.

Realizing what I had done, I looked into his green eyes, “I’m sorry.”

He was thrown by the sincerity of the statement.

“It’s cool,” he shrugged. The train stopped and he got off. I watched him go as the doors closed. He headed up, out of the subway and I lost sight of him. Taking a step forward, I thought I could follow, but a hand clamped down on my shoulder. I didn’t need to look to know they had reached me.

The train moved off again. One of them led me back to my seat and sat beside me. The other stood close by. They couldn’t make a scene here. That was the one thing they knew how to do well – cover their asses.

“I believe you have something that doesn’t belong to you,” the one beside me said. His dark hair was shaved close to his head and his nose looked like it had been broken a few dozen times. His buddy was shorter, but equally intimidating.

“Please, if it gets out, millions could die.” They had to understand why I was doing this.

The one beside me glanced at his partner looking amused, “I don’t give a damn about the details. We’re just here to return what was taken.”

I looked around the car. No one was going to help me. My hand tightened around the bag.

“We’re getting off at the next stop. Mr. Breton wants to see you.”

I swallowed hard. No one ever came face to face with Breton. He was an enigma, always shut away in his office on the fourteenth floor. Of course if I was responsible for the production of a deadly virus, I’d want to keep my face hidden too. He had the power and the influence to make me disappear.

We stood up, ready to leave. I still held the bag.

I threw an elbow at the goon next to me. I caught him in the nose and he stumbled back. I took off running towards the back of the train.

Someone pulled the emergency brake as I reached the final car. It was empty. I fell to my knees, the bag shooting across the floor. It was still unzipped and the virus rolled out.

I scrambled after it, but they had caught up to me.

With a final glance back, I crashed through the car door and down onto the tracks. I started running, certain I would never stop.

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S. K. Gregory writes in the horror and fantasy genres. She enjoys reading and posts reviews for authors through her site. When she’s not writing, she enjoys watching movies and photography.

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Seduction Expert by La Baronne – book Tour + #Giveaway

22/06/17


The Seduction Expert
La Baronne
Paperback: 178 pages
Publisher: VSP Publishing
Genre: Romance, self-help
Release date: May 27, 2017
ISBN-10: 0998427705
ISBN-13: 978-0998427706
Book Description:
After two best-sellers in France and Brazil, the seduction expert  has now arrived in New York with her Vuitton luggage. She was the most famous seduction expert in France. She is now the most famous seduction expert in the world.
Imagine years spent in her company, during which she challenges the biggest heartbreakers… Years of analyzing, tracking and well-deserved revenge. All motivated by a single promise: to change the lives of all those women calling upon her services. A few women would swear that The Seduction Expert changed their lives.
She is an iron hand in a velvet glove, a woman of honour, dressed in a designer suit. She is the Wonder Woman of modern times who owns Gucci shoes and Burberry coats. She is the kind of woman of action who brings emotional turmoil. Get her card, it’s much better than spending holidays in St Barth!
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For them, love
is for the VIPs, the fashionable, connected set to which they will perhaps
never be a part?! Yes, they might have bank accounts in Zurich, or look like
Barbie dolls, but to no avail. If his heart has not gone into 5th gear, these
young ladies will remain on the side of the road to destiny. They all want the
same thing; the rare pearl, the top prize and the jackpot. And from the fine
lingerie from Aubade to the latest fruity gloss from Dior, all stops are pulled
out to successfully integrate the circle. They all want to taste of this
oh-so-select concept. You know? The thrill of love-at-first-sight, love with a
capital L.  This contagious illness for
which time is the only cure. They all want to catch it, and many end up by
contacting The Seduction Expert for help in doing so.

 

 
About the Author:
La Baronne is a consultant, and human relations hold few secrets for her. She knows all the facets, even the smallest, as she has spent time studying the subject.
In her opinion, love and human relations are simply a science integrating a complicated mechanism from which stem a number of principles, laws, equations and rules. Like a game of poker where you test different strategies at certain moments.
Here you are bluffing, there you are betting, then you are laying the cards on the table and finally, you fold.

 

In short, the factor “luck” does not exist for La Baronne, it has been invented by those that know nothing about it.

 

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Changing the Earl’s Mind by Kristen McLean – Book Tour + #Giveaway

22/06/17

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Changing the Earl’s Mind
The Lords of Whitehall Book 3
by Kristen McLean
Genre: Historical Romance
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A man who knows everything…

For nearly a decade, Drake Ramsey, the disciplined and logical Earl of
Saint Brides, has been the driving force behind the Home Office;
meeting with foreign leaders to negotiate treaties, spurring a
lethargic Parliament into action, and directing a secret army of
spies. The last thing he wants to find while taking a well-deserved
vacation is a dangerous fugitive. Nevertheless, when he catches a
beautiful murderess hiding in his hunting cabin, he has little choice
but to bring her to justice, landing himself in a battle for control
he could never hope to win.
meets a woman determined to prove him wrong.
Marrying a stranger simply to gain access to her dowry and travel the world,
admittedly, was the biggest mistake of Sarah Tindall’s life. In
fact, she would readily admit to making several big mistakes. Killing
her husband, however, is not one of them. When a starchy lord takes
it upon himself to bring her to a London prison, she is determined to
escape him and prove her innocence, yet every attempt ends with her
back in her handsome captor’s arms. Even if her innocence is
proven, his forbidden and passionate kisses leave her uncertain if
escape was ever an option.

 

*WARNING*
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All sexually
active characters portrayed in this ebook are eighteen years of age
or older. Please do not buy if strong sexual situations, violence,
and explicit language offends you.
**Can easily be read as a standalone!**
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Kristen McLean is a regency-era romance novelist with a flair for humor and
suspense. She has always had a love of novels, with a special place
in her heart for historical romance. Now she has the pleasure of
writing at home, tucked away in a forest with her husband, two
children, and their cat. Her husband is loving and impressively
patient, their two beautiful children strive to embarrass and exhaust
her, and the cat hates everyone, but tolerates—well, she tolerates
whoever will feed her.
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Grayson by Crimson Syn – Book Tour + #Giveaway

22/06/17

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Grayson
A Hell’s Lovers MC Romance #2
by Crimson Syn
Genre: Adult MC Romance
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She’s a wildcat in bed and she’s driving me insane!
Ever since that first night I can’t get enough of Rahyne Andrews.
Her kisses, her body, her moans, drive me crazy. I can’t seem to say no to her.
My only problem is, that she doesn’t seem to be interested in more than my body.
And I’m not about to have my control taken away from me.
She either bends to my will, or I’m walking.
Grayson Carter is everything I ever dreamed of and more.
He’s built like a rock and knows how to satisfy my every need.
But the last thing I want is to have another failed relationship.
Especially, when it involves a member of the Hell’s Lovers.
I’m the one in control, I’m always in control…
So why is it that Grayson Carter is the only man who has ever made me
beg for more.
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It was late when I entered my apartment. I sank down on the couch and stared out into the city. I lived in a high rise in downtown L.A., it offered a good view and it was near the club, I also owned the building. I had a few investments, mostly in stocks, so I did well for myself. I didn’t really have any family or anyone I truly cared about, except for Wolf and most recently, Scarlett. I used to do security for the military, and after retiring, Wolf gave me a place to stay and opened his doors for me. I was glad to have someone like Wolf. He’d been a good friend throughout the years. When he took over as President, he immediately named me VP, and it’s been that way for the last five years. The brotherhood was my refuge and although we didn’t voice it, we were a pretty tight knit family.

I stood up and went to grab a beer. I headed down the hall to my bedroom, where an empty bed awaited me. Usually it didn’t bother me, but lately I’d been yearning for a warm body to press up against. Specifically, a voluptuous blonde, with eyes the color of emeralds. My cock stirred and I sighed as I took a swig of my beer and sat at the edge of the bed.

Images of Rahyne spread out on my mattress kept flooding through my mind and they had been non-stop lately. It didn’t matter where I was or who I was with, I couldn’t get the temptress out of my head. It was starting to worry me.

I never even thought of settling down. I lived my life peacefully, went where I wanted, fucked who I wanted, and didn’t give a shit about anything. But with Rahyne…fuck, I thought my urgency to have her was just an infatuation-something that would go away in a matter of weeks. Six months later, and my body still craved hers, more now than ever before. Running my hands through my hair I fought my desire to go looking for her and I gulped down my beer.

Lying back on the bed I let her image envelop me and I pulled out my shaft-hard as a rock as usual-and stroked myself, remembering the sound of her sweet whispers, and the moans and whimpers I heard on an almost daily basis. I groaned, imagining the wonderful feeling of her tight pussy hugging my swollen member. Remembering the way she shouted my name, and how her body gripped me, made me jerk off harder. Knowing I could manipulate her body to such extremes had me grunting my release as streams of white fluid leapt out and landed on my stomach. I breathed out and splayed my arms on the mattress. Closing my eyes, I imagined her by my side, and the only thought that came to my mind, before I drifted off, was that I was going to make her mine.


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Wolf
A Hell’s Lovers MC Romance #1
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Scarlett Chase is every man’s wet dream.
As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she’d be mine.
That is, until I found out she was untouchable.
One kiss, one forbidden touch, will have me out on the streets and
stripped of who I am.
Yet I want her. I need her. And I’m done following all these damn
rules.
Wolf Stone is my obsession.
Ever since he pulled over on that empty road, I’ve been tormented by the man.
His possessive words and heated looks have me tightly wound.
One touch, and he lights me on fire.
But I want more.
I not only want him in my bed, I want to keep him for myself.
But he won’t budge, and now it’s up to me to entice his sleeping
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“Wolf.” I breathed, dragging my hands along his tussled hair.

I felt the hot slickness of his tongue lick me from the base of my shoulder up along the curve of my neck. He stopped briefly before nipping my earlobe and I nearly came, right then and there.

“You taste so goddamn good.” He whispered.

I gripped his hair and whimpered. “Don’t stop, Wolf. Please, don’t stop.”

My words seemed to snap him out of his trance and he stepped away from me. I glided down the wall and a feeling of emptiness surrounded me as he moved away.

My hands reached for him, but he turned away. I could tell his breathing was labored, and he was just as, or even more affected by this, than I was. I reached out and touched his back and I suddenly found myself pressed once more against the wall. My body arched like a cat in heat, trying to bring every inch of him against me. The movement was futile as he gripped me by the shoulders and half shook me awake from my lust filled moment.

“Stop it. Stop, Scarlett. I won’t be able to do this if you don’t stop.” He pressed his forehead against mine and ran his hands down my arms, gripping my hips. His mouth said one thing, but his hands wouldn’t stop touching me. “Stop. Please.”

My body stilled at his request, but it remained thrumming alongside his.

“Don’t stop, Wolf. Please. Please, don’t do this.”

He dragged his rough jaw against my cheek and breathed in. “I can’t. I just can’t.” He squeezed his eyes shut, almost as if it hurt. He waited a few minutes, hid body vibrated against mine, and his hands continued to hold me. “I won’t have you wandering down here. You need to leave.”

“What?” I whispered.

He gripped my waist tightly. “I want you to leave, Scarlett. You don’t belong here!”

I rubbed my hands across the muscles of his chest and his breath hitched. “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here. With you.”

He growled and leaned his body into mine. “Me too, gorgeous. Oh God, me too.”

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My name is Crimson Syn, not really, but what fun is it to use my real
name. Instead I’ll use my inner goddess’ name, it’s much
more fun that way. I grew up in New York City where I had a wonderful
education, loving parents and awesome friends. What more could a girl
ask for?
I started writing at the age of
sixteen. The first romance I read was Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’s
Bride. Since then I have been influenced by dozens of flourishing
romance authors and even more dashing and daring rogues. I must say
it, but Fifty Shades was not my first erotic romance, nor did it
influence me to start writing them. If you’ve never read Mary
Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas, Bertrice Small or A.N.
Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy, then you’re missing out.
Those were my sweet introductions to erotic romance, and boy were
they hot.
So here I am, after reading so many wonderful stories, I have too many
sinful tales of my own not to share. I like my alphas rough and
possessive, and I have no shame in saying it or writing it. I had
delightfully wicked teachers growing up, their books took me to new
worlds and brought me new loves. So, I want to do the same for you. I
want to indulge my readers in those steamy reads that will send them
into the arms of dangerous alphas and deliciously sexy rogues,
without leaving the confines of their nice warm bed. If I am able to
entice your inner goddesses, then I have done my job and I am
satisfied.
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