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</b> <b>WICKED FAVOR By Sawyer Bennett</b><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Release Day June 5th, 2017</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">The Wicked Horse Vegas (Book 1) </span><br />
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<b>About the book</b><br />
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New York Times bestselling author, Sawyer Bennett, is happy to introduce a new Wicked Horse club in Las Vegas and you’re cordially invited to attend the grand opening...<br />
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As the owner of The Wicked Horse, an elite sex club located along the Vegas Strip, Jerico Jameson never spends the night alone. Gorgeous, ripped, and totally alpha, Jerico doesn’t grant favors and will rarely give you the time of day—unless he wants you in his bed. So when the sister of his sworn enemy shows up asking for help, saying no should be easy. But when Jerico takes one look at her and sees an opportunity to help this beautiful woman while exacting revenge on her brother, he’s not about to pass that up.<br />
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Beaten and bruised, Trista Barnes is running out of options, and Jerico is her last chance to get out of the mess she’s in. She doesn’t know why Jerico despises her brother so much, but as long as he can help her, she doesn’t care. Jerico offers her safety while opening her up to a sinful world she never knew existed. <br />
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As she succumbs to Jerico’s erotic charm, Trista lets herself fall into the wicked world of guilt free pleasure with no regrets. Under his strong alpha hand, she blooms, and so does Jerico’s possessiveness. But what happens when Trista finds out she was a pawn in Jerico’s game all along, and that the price for his favor was steeper than she ever imagined – her heart.</blockquote>
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For three nights, I’ve watched her.<br />
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By any definition, I’d totally be considered a stalker.<br />
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But from the comfort of my office, I can pull up the security feeds on my monitor and take note of the subtle changes in Trista as she works the condiment tray. Truth be told, I don’t need her working that job and have a much greater need for her to go back to cleaning, but fuck if she doesn’t look a hell of a lot sexier in a thong than a turtleneck and pants.<br />
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Part of my training in the military was gathering intelligence, so I can pick up on the slightest of details that could tell me a very important story, and there were a lot of changes I noticed over the last three days with Trista as she settled into her job routine.<br />
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The most important and pleasing thing was that Trista’s stopped hiding her sexual curiosity. When she first started working here, she looked around a room in a vague way, not taking in too many details. I think she was afraid to watch.<br />
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Afraid of what it would do to her body.<br />
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But that has definitely changed.<br />
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Now, Trista watches what the patrons are doing. Sometimes, she stares for long moments and much to my delight, the kinkier the acts, the longer she stares. My trained eyes take in her chest rising and falling to keep up with what I’m sure was a racing pulse. She’d adjust the straps covering her breasts in a very minute way either because the pressure on her nipples was too much, or because she wanted to create some friction.<br />
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My favorite though was when she would cross one long leg over the other and squeeze her thighs together as she watched, and I had no doubt her clit was probably pulsing with desire.<br />
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Trista was getting braver too. She never once took any man up on an offer to join, and there had been some I’d seen. I had told her she could if business was slow, but I also made a spectacle in front of Willis that she was off limits. Perhaps Trista thinks she’s off limits to everyone, and it’s fine by me if she wants to think that.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>About the Author</u></i></b></span><br />
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<a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/proxy/ZRtxqCN6bSfIRR8A14oiBAAkcFIaPi52JIo1VBz1ywKZAEejCQtVCQZ_bbG004WdzI8fh6GVqyWqbp2Qx0BfhFXbRlvvN258YZ9sD0T5ev5MgAJI0e2PNab0vf69VQg8Gmw" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="AuthorPhoto" border="0" class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-24232" src="http://www.inkslingerpr.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AuthorPhoto-237x300.jpg" height="200" width="158" /></a>Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released more than 30 books and has been featured on both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists on multiple occasions.<br />
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A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.<br />
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Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a combination of the two.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Release Day June 5th, 2017</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">The Wicked Horse Vegas (Book 1) </span><br />
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<b>About the book</b><br />
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New York Times bestselling author, Sawyer Bennett, is happy to introduce a new Wicked Horse club in Las Vegas and you’re cordially invited to attend the grand opening...<br />
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As the owner of The Wicked Horse, an elite sex club located along the Vegas Strip, Jerico Jameson never spends the night alone. Gorgeous, ripped, and totally alpha, Jerico doesn’t grant favors and will rarely give you the time of day—unless he wants you in his bed. So when the sister of his sworn enemy shows up asking for help, saying no should be easy. But when Jerico takes one look at her and sees an opportunity to help this beautiful woman while exacting revenge on her brother, he’s not about to pass that up.<br />
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Beaten and bruised, Trista Barnes is running out of options, and Jerico is her last chance to get out of the mess she’s in. She doesn’t know why Jerico despises her brother so much, but as long as he can help her, she doesn’t care. Jerico offers her safety while opening her up to a sinful world she never knew existed. <br />
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As she succumbs to Jerico’s erotic charm, Trista lets herself fall into the wicked world of guilt free pleasure with no regrets. Under his strong alpha hand, she blooms, and so does Jerico’s possessiveness. But what happens when Trista finds out she was a pawn in Jerico’s game all along, and that the price for his favor was steeper than she ever imagined – her heart.</blockquote>
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We’re at a table with six other people who Jerico knows. It hits me suddenly that he’s not just a hermit who hides in The Wicked Horse, but a real businessman. He owns a prominent security-consulting company and is probably very involved with the community if he’s attending functions like this.<br />
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I sit quietly, feeling like Julia Roberts in Pretty Women as the men discuss business and politics and the women talk to each other and ignore me. I only hope to God they don’t bring escargot because I definitely cannot eat it, and I don’t feel like being embarrassed by flinging a shell across the room.<br />
When the salad is served, however, the chatter across the table dies down and Jerico turns slightly toward me as we eat. Leaning over, he whispers, “I hate all this polite chitchat.”<br />
I have to swallow down a giggle before I whisper back to him. “Well, suck it up and eat your salad.”<br />
Jerico responds by putting his hand on my leg, giving it a squeeze, and then using his fingers to pull at the silk of my gown. He gets it to rise right to my knees and then his hand is snaking under. I slap a hand on his wrist, look around the table to see everyone engaged in food or personal talk, and then I make a decision.<br />
Not to stop him but to pull his hand up higher. I do this while watching Jerico’s nostrils flare and his eyes darken with arousal. But he does nothing more than squeeze the inside of my thigh before taking his hand away. I grin at him in satisfaction when he leans over once more to whisper, “Would you have really let me finger you under the table?”<br />
“Yes,” I whisper back to him, my skin tingling with the prospect of what I almost let him do.<br />
“Dirty girl,” he says with appreciation in his eyes. “But even I have my limits on what I’ll do in public. Besides, you’re too much of a screamer. We would have never gotten away with it.”<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">About the Author</span></u></i></b><br />
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<a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/proxy/ZRtxqCN6bSfIRR8A14oiBAAkcFIaPi52JIo1VBz1ywKZAEejCQtVCQZ_bbG004WdzI8fh6GVqyWqbp2Qx0BfhFXbRlvvN258YZ9sD0T5ev5MgAJI0e2PNab0vf69VQg8Gmw" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="AuthorPhoto" border="0" class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-24232" src="http://www.inkslingerpr.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AuthorPhoto-237x300.jpg" height="200" width="158" /></a>Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released more than 30 books and has been featured on both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists on multiple occasions.<br />
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A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.<br />
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Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a combination of the two.<br />
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<b>Beltway Betrayers by Taylor Marsh</b><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Publication date: May 12th 2017</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Genres: Adult, Psychological Thriller</span><br />
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There’s a secret.<br />
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A woman is heard whimpering in a parking garage.<br />
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A dark side to the powerfully rich is exposed.<br />
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And Alex Gantry is at the center of it all.<br />
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After several frightening events that shook Alex’s world, things have settled down.<br />
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So it seems…<br />
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Elite life coach, Alex Gantry, is enjoying her new life in the Washington, D.C. Beltway.<br />
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T.J. Gale, who’s part greenpreneur, part leader of a quick-strike unit of former military and intelligence professionals, has set her heart aflame.<br />
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Alex and T.J. are in love.<br />
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Enter Jett Spence, a man who once was part of T.J.’s world but who is now an unknown, because no one can tell whose side he’s on.<br />
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Two thousand miles away in Hollywood, Alex’s old haunts, the powerful producer Brian Marks is falling apart because he’s lost her. The woman he never thought would leave him is now in the bed of a younger man.<br />
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In New York City, T.J.’s ex-wife, Lisa, is looking to get even with the woman she thinks destroyed her marriage. Her vengeful father Davin Dalaney is eager to help because T.J. is no longer willing to ignore his criminal profits.<br />
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Brian is intent on getting Alex back.<br />
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Lisa wants to make her pay.<br />
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And T.J. is attempting to keep her safe.<br />
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Alex believes she can take care of herself, but being with T.J. has taught her it’s not always that simple.<br />
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From the Washington, D.C. Beltway to Los Angeles, California, the stakes couldn’t be higher.<br />
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Alex Gantry was in the office all day – which was still a foreign experience for her after working on her own for so long, but she liked it. Her partnership with her best friend Berkley Banks was clicking, and, for the first time in forever, they both had interesting men in their lives. <br />
But there was one thing Alex couldn’t shake.<br />
She had come home recently to find her front door locked from the inside. An intruder had invaded her Beltway abode.<br />
The incident had mentally jettisoned her back to Hollywood and the day she learned that life coaching could be dangerous. A client’s ex-boyfriend had taken a restraining order personally and had decided to punish Alex for being an advisor to his woman. He broke into her Los Angeles home and beat her unconscious. She had often had security posted at her clients’ homes, but retaliation at her own front door had never occurred before this incident. <br />
After this most recent break-in, Alex’s ex-boyfriend, Brian Marks, had shown up in the Beltway to comfort her and had arranged to have a security system installed in her new home. The familiarity of Brian’s presence had seduced her into feeling safe, because it was exactly what he’d done the first time, when Alex’s home in Los Angeles had been invaded. <br />
Few knew who had broken into Alex’s Washington, D.C., home. She couldn’t figure it out, although her current boyfriend, T.J. Gale, seemed to have his suspicions about who had been behind the break-in. What T.J. knew, however, he wasn’t telling anyone, not even Alex. It was a well-kept secret that lingered like a thinly veiled threat.<br />
Soon after the second break-in, Alex was emotionally destroyed when Berkley was nearly killed in an automobile accident. She’d taken her best friend’s BMW out for a test drive. T.J.’s ex-father-in-law, Davin Dalaney, had targeted Alex in his quest to send a threatening message to T.J. Davin’s plan had been to hit Alex as she drove her car, but he had mistakenly struck Berkley, who had been behind the wheel of the BMW that night. Berkley had recovered physically, but she still couldn’t drive past a truck on the freeway without flinching.<br />
Despite the reappearance of Brian Marks in Alex’s life, nothing had changed her growing relationship with T.J. Gale. Each time she and T.J. saw each other, they got closer – the hold of their hearts going deeper as their connection strengthened. They talked daily, with weeknight sleepovers replacing the drought of workdays. The practicality of living without the target of their lust between weekends had worn out. They liked sleeping together. T.J. needed to lie next to her. He protected Alex. Being with him made her feel safe. <br />
Alex was happier than she’d ever been.<br />
She had never experienced anything like it. She had loved men before but none measured up to what she was feeling now. What she was receiving from T.J. was indescribable. <br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Taylor Marsh writes smart, arousing romance while deciphering world events. She lives in the Beltway area of Washington D.C.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">She is a former Broadway performer and beauty queen who was the Relationship Consultant for LA WEEKLY, then the nation’s top alternative newsweekly. Taylor is the author of two traditionally published non-fiction books, “The Hillary Effect,” and her memoir, “The Sexual Education of a Beauty Queen.”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Taylor was profiled in The Washington Post and The New Republic for her coverage of Hillary Clinton during the 2008 Democratic primary season. She became a contributor to The Huffington Post in 2006, and has written for Washington, D.C.’s The Hill, as well as for U.S. News & World Report and for Zócalo Public Square in Los Angeles, among others. As a seasoned entertainer, communicator and speaker, Taylor has also been interviewed by The Los Angeles Times, Al Jazeera Media Network, The New York Times, BBC, CNN, MSNBC, and C-SPAN’s Washington Journal, among other outlets.</span><br />
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<span id="freeText5548808089035889988">Everybody dreams of a Hawaiian Vacation…</span><br />
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They sell you on the drinks with little umbrella’s, dolphin watching, and long walks on the beach. Which probably happens, if you’re that lucky schmuck living out your dream with your destination wedding, but if you’re a fish out of water PI like me, there’s no time for relaxing because trouble is never far behind.<br />
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WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE, SEX, SOME VIOLENCE, AND SHENANIGANS. IF NONE OF THAT BOTHERS YOU, GRAB A CUPCAKE AND READ ON!<br />
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Award-Winning Author Bethany Lopez began self-publishing in June 2011. She's a lover of all things romance: books, movies, music, and life, and she incorporates that into the books she writes. When she isn't reading or writing, she loves spending time with her husband and children, traveling whenever possible. Some of her favorite things are: Kristen Ashley Books, coffee in the morning, and In N Out burgers.<br />
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Seventeen-year-old Chelsea Knowles is surrounded by the privileged. Michael Kors gym bags and designer shoes are part of her daily scene, but the talented cheerleader has a secret: she and her dad can barely pay the bills. Broken by his wife walking out on their family, Chelsea’s father ignores his responsibilities. Between cheer costs, grocery bills, electricity, and other regular financial burdens, it’s no surprise when a cut-off notice arrives in the mail. Chelsea knows it’ll be up to her to keep the lights on.<br />
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With the deck stacked against her, Chelsea decides to bet their future on the dubious poker knowledge she learned from her father before he gave up on parenting. Nervous but determined, Chelsea heads to a casino with very little security and wins big. Thrilled by her win, she’s quickly drawn to the casino again and again. She risks it all, especially when the attractive, young pit boss takes an interest in her.<br />
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Where was the lack of security my first visit to the casino. I remember that day clearly. My husband, at the time my boyfriend took me on my 21st birthday. The security guy gave him the head nod and said Sir have a good time. He then looks at me and IMMEDIATELY waved me towards him, looked over my ID for what felt like forever. He even ran it through the card reader machine. Saying all that I'm sure how Chelsea managed to sneak in so often.<br />
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Bluff was definitely able to live up to the definition of its title, just when I thought things would go one way of course I was proven wrong. Like many after reading the blurb and seeing the cover I was hooked. In my mind this story was going to have a Kevin Spacey’s 21 feel.<br />
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Chelsea Knowles is frustrated with her life. Her mom has abandoned her and her dad has basically checked out on life a well. Chelsea just wants to be a normal kid and do normal things like cheerleading. After receiving multiple disconnect notices and upcoming dues for being on the squad lands Chelsea in casino. There was no denying that high after she won a few times, I myself was excited for her. Each time she snuck in my heart was even racing. It didn’t take long for Chelsea to become addicted the thrill of the unknown. Will she get caught? How much will she win? Of course there was the sting of losing.<br />
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One of the things I didn’t understand about Chelsea wa after winning why would she spend money on things that didn’t matter and still neglect the bills that were due. Wasn’t that the main reason for taking this risk.<br />
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Overall I enjoyed the pace of the story and writing. The ending was not what I expected, but still very exciting. I feel Julie Dill debut novel Bluff is an exciting weekend read that will leave you wanting more<br />
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Julie Dill lives in Oklahoma City where the wind always comes sweeping down the plains—literally.<br />
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Introducing book 1 in the new Checkmate Duet Series from a secret duo of bestselling authors! This friends to lovers romance will have you swooning and laughing from the first to the last page! Are you ready to play the game?<br />
Drew Fisher is the type of guy every girl wants.<br />
Noble police officer by day, charming prince by night.<br />
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I’m the blonde Southern belle who lives up to the cliché, except I have my own quirks. I’m smart as a whip, can change my own oil, and recite The Pledge of Allegiance backward, but he doesn’t see that girl.<br />
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A crazy ex-girlfriend, a dangerous war of stolen glances, and passionate kisses leads to the most reckless battle yet. I won’t be a pawn in his game, but I’ll play by his rules if it will show him I’m the one worth breaking them for.<br />
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Like who really doesn’t like a friend turn into lover’s story. I know for sure that I do especially when they’re full of angst. Without a doubt that’s what Kennedy ox has given to me for the third time, a love story that is more than swoon worthy.Viola’s brother Drew and her best friend Courtney have now become roommates since she has Travis have started a life of their own. I adore the relationship everyone has and the closeness too. <br />
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Over this face paced love affair had this right mixture of emotions that kept me up late and not wanting to put my kindle down. Sadly like all books this one came to an end faster than I wanted, now I’m left waiting and wanting the second part of Drew and Courtney’s story. Time can be a cruel game<br />
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Kennedy Fox is a duo of bestselling authors who share a love of You’ve Got Mail and The Holiday. When they aren’t bonding over romantic comedies, they like to brainstorm new book ideas. One day, they decided to collaborate together under a pseudonym and have some fun creating new characters that’ll make your lady bits tingle and your heart melt. If you enjoy romance stories with sexy, tattooed alpha males and smart, independent women, then a Kennedy Fox book is for you!<br />
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Is life better when you’re beautiful?</div>
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If I Were Beautiful gave me a few bouts of the feels and lots to think about. Why is being so beautiful so important to people? Does it really make your life easier? Does it cause extra pressure to stay beautiful?<br />
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I’m sure the average person I’m sure has went through that “ugly duckling” that usually comes around during middle school when acne attacks you and you’re still growing into your looks and body.During that time I myself probably felt like it was the end of the world, then woke up one morning to find all right in the world. As far as looks go.<br />
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I had mixed feeling about Jane’s character, she had this “whoa me”” attitude. Often time I felted she was overreacting to situation because she thought she was being mistreated due to her looks. I should mention a few of her complaints<br />
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She hates her glasses - What?! I love my glasses. I happen to think they have this sexy effect.<br />
Her height 5’2 - I’m 5’5 short girls rule. So what I need a step stool every so often. <br />
Pale skin - Go tanning<br />
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During one of her “I’m not pretty tantrums Jane finds herself at a stranger’s, Wes home in desperate need of water. After guilting him to assisting her, Jane is caught rifling through his belongings . She finds this ring that looks old and tarnished. After he gifts it to her, she wears it to bed and that’s when things take a turn.<br />
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Waking up with practically a new body, Jane finds that she is getting new attention as well. Her only problem she can prove she’s her. Will this new way of life become Jane’s new normal or will things go back to what they were? Can Jane find her happily ever after being beautiful.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “You want it hard tonight?” I ask. “You want me to fuck you hard?” I grab her hair and pull, making her upper body lift up off the mattress. My other hand is digging into the flesh just below her hip. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I scoot back and reach under her thighs, drawing them up so she’s on her knees, and press her face into the pillow as I pound her from behind. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I reach around and smack her tit, which makes her yelp. A high-pitched yelp I’m not familiar with. For a second I think I’ve hurt her, and I slow down. But she backs up into me, covering my dick again. Burying it deep inside her. Everything is already so wet. She feels so goddamned good tonight. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“You fucking whore,” I say, letting go of her hair so she falls face-first back into the pillow. “You let Bric fuck you like this, Rochelle? You like the way he slaps you around? Hmm?” </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Hell, I like the way Bric slaps her around. And as soon as that thought enters my head I laugh. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Maybe we’ll do it rough next weekend. You want that? You want us to fuck you hard? Stick our dicks inside you at the same time?” </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“I’ll take that as a yes,” I say, still kinda laughing. But then I let it go and just… fuck her. I grab onto her ass and do it hard. Pounding her with so much force, her head is inching closer and closer to the headboard of the bed. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">She’s moaning. Close. So fucking close to coming. I reach underneath her body and strum her clit to the rhythm we’re making. She goes wild. Wild like I’ve never seen her before. Writhing, and moaning, and gasping for air. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I draw back, grab her hips, and flip her over, one hand pushing her head aside so her cheek is pressing into the pillow, the other one still playing with her pussy. I watch my dick as it slips in and out, just barely able to make it out in the dim, filtered light from outside. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I grab her hair, so fucking ready to come, and yank her head so she has to look at me. Her eyes are closed, but I don’t care. I press my hand over her mouth and close my eyes too. And then I spill inside her. Throwing my head back to let out a groan of relief. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“You want a date with Bric on Sunday? Hmm? We can skip Smith if you want.” I kiss her neck and then pull back and open my eyes. Trying to get an idea if she’s up for this kind of fun. It’s been a while so I— </span></span></div>
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The night I met Drew Jagger, he’d just broken into my new Park Avenue office.<br />
I dialed 9-1-1 before proceeding to attack him with my fancy new Krav Maga skills.<br />
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Drew was the rightful occupant of my new office. He’d been on vacation while his posh space was renovated.<br />
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I never expected my body to react every time we argued. Especially when that was all we seemed to be able to do.<br />
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Seventeen-year-old Reagan Elizabeth Hillis is used to changing identities overnight, lying to every friend she’s ever had, and pushing away anyone who gets too close. Trained in mortal combat and weaponry her entire life, Reagan is expected to follow in her parents’ footsteps and join the ranks of the most powerful top-secret agency in the world, the Black Angels. Falling in love with the boy next door was never part of the plan.<br />
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I love Malika and Harper. They make me happy. They really do. But there’s something about being with them that makes me feel lonely too. I can never really be myself with them. I can’t really be myself with anybody. It’s ingrained in me to lie, to stick to the cover story and blend in no matter what. And I feel guilty about that. Because they <em>think</em> they know me so well. They <em>think</em> because they can finish my sentences they know everything about me. But they only know Reagan MacMillan; the quick-talking, tough girl I created. Sometimes I wonder which parts of my personality are really me and which ones belong to the pretender.</div>
But with Luke, it’s different. There’s nothing forced or strategic about our friendship. He’s gotten to see glimpses of the real Reagan. And that scares the shit out of me. Because I know how quickly it could all be torn away from me. How quickly I could be torn away from him. There’s no such thing as a happy ending for a girl like me.<br />
“Come on, Reagan,” Harper says quietly, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Luke is still out of earshot. “You guys are so cute together. He broke up with Hannah months ago. I don’t know what you’re waiting for. I can just tell by the way he looks at you he—”<br />
“Harper,” I interrupt as her words compress my lungs, making each breath labored and painful. I don’t want to hear this. “He doesn’t look at me like anything. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”<br />
“You know some things are worth ruining,” Harper replies, reaching out to touch my arm with her fingertips, her nails painted darker than my gray cardigan. “You can’t tell me you haven’t at least thought of starting a relationship with him or maybe—”<br />
“There is no relationship,” I cut her off again, pulling my arm away a little faster than I meant to. I snap new gloves onto my hands, pick up the scalpel, and slice into the frog’s heart. “Next stomach.”<br />
“Next stomach?” Harper repeats, scrunching her forehead.<br />
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Ego Maniac by Vi Keeland<br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">The night I met Drew Jagger, he’d just broken into my new Park Avenue office.<br />
I dialed 9-1-1 before proceeding to attack him with my fancy new Krav Maga skills.<br />
He quickly restrained me, then chuckled, finding my attempted assault amusing.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Of course, my intruder had to be arrogant.<br />
Only, turned out, he wasn’t an intruder at all.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Drew was the rightful occupant of my new office. He’d been on vacation while his posh space was renovated.<br />
Which was how a scammer got away with leasing me office space that wasn’t really available for rent.<br />
I was swindled out of ten grand.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">The next day, after hours at the police station, Drew took pity on me and made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. In exchange for answering his phones while his secretary was out, he’d let me stay until I found a new place.<br />
I probably should have acted grateful and kept my mouth shut when I overheard the advice he was spewing to his clients. But I couldn’t help giving him a piece of my mind.<br />
I never expected my body to react every time we argued. Especially when that was all we seemed to be able to do.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">The two of us were complete opposites. Drew was a bitter, angry, gorgeous-as-all-hell, destroyer of relationships. And my job was to help people save their marriages.<br />
The only thing the two of us had in common was the space we were sharing.<br />
And an attraction that was getting harder to deny by the day.</span></span></h3>
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DREW</h1>
<em>I hate New Year’s Eve.</em><br />
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Two hours in traffic to make it not even the nine miles home from LaGuardia. It was after ten o’clock at night. Why weren’t all these people at a party by now? Whatever tension two weeks in Hawaii had relieved was already back to coiling tighter and tighter inside me as the town car inched its way uptown.<br />
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I tried not to think about all the work I was coming back to—the endless string of other people’s problems to compound my own:<br />
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<em>She cheated. </em><br />
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<em>He cheated. </em><br />
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<em>Get me full custody of the kids.</em><br />
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<em>She can’t have the house in Vail. </em><br />
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<em>All she wants is my money. </em><br />
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<em>She hasn’t given me a blowjob in three years. </em>Listen, asshole, you’re fifty, bald, pompous, and shaped like an egg. She’s twenty-three, hot, and has tits so young they almost reach up to her chin. You want to fix this marriage? Come home with ten Gs in fresh, crisp bills, and tell her to get on her knees. You’ll get your blowjob. She’ll get her spending money. Let’s not pretend it was ever more than it really was. That doesn’t work for you? Unlike your soon-to-be ex-wife, I’ll take a check. Make that out to Drew M. Jagger, Attorney at Law.<br />
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I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling slightly claustrophobic in the back of the Uber, and looked out the window. An old lady with a walker passed us.<br />
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“I’ll get out here,” I barked at the driver.<br />
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“But you have luggage?”<br />
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I was already exiting the back of the car. “Pop the trunk. It’s not like we’re moving anyway.”<br />
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Traffic was at a dead stop, and it was only two blocks to my building. Tossing a hundred-dollar tip at the driver, I grabbed my suitcase from the trunk and took in a deep breath of Manhattan.<br />
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I loved this city as much as I hated it.<br />
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575 Park Avenue was a restored pre-war on the southeast corner of Sixty-Third Street—it was an address that gave people preconceived notions about you. Someone with my last name had occupied the building since before the place was converted into overpriced co-ops. Which is why my office was allowed to remain on the ground floor when other commercial tenants were tossed out years ago. I also lived on the top floor.<br />
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“Welcome back, Mr. Jagger.” The uniformed doorman greeted me as he swung open the lobby door.<br />
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“Thanks, Ed. I miss anything while I was gone?”<br />
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“Nah. Same old, same old. Peeked in on your construction the other day, though. Looking good.”<br />
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“They use the service entrance down Sixty-Third like they were supposed to?”<br />
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Ed nodded. “Sure did. Barely heard them the last few days.”<br />
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I dropped my luggage inside my apartment, then headed back downstairs in the elevator to check things out. For the last two weeks, while I was screwing off in Honolulu, my office space had been getting a total renovation. Cracks in the high, plastered ceilings were to be patched and painted, and new floors installed to replace the old, worn parquet.<br />
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Thick plastic remained taped over all of the interior doorways when I walked in. The little furniture I hadn’t put in storage was also still covered with tarps. <em>Shit. They aren’t done yet.</em> The contractor had assured me there would only be finish work left by the time I returned. I was right to be skeptical.<br />
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Flicking on the lights, I was happy to find the lobby completely done, though. Finally, a New Year’s Eve with no horrible surprises for a change.<br />
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I took a quick look around, pleased with what I found, and was just about to leave when I noticed a light streaming from under the door of a small file room at the end of the hallway.<br />
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Thinking nothing of it, I headed to turn it off.<br />
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Now, I’m six foot two and a half, two hundred and five pounds, and maybe it was just my frame of mind, my not expecting to see anyone, but when I opened the door to the file room, finding her there scared the living crap out of me.<br />
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She screamed.<br />
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I took a step back through the door.<br />
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She got up, stood on the chair, and began yelling at me, waving her cell phone in the air.<br />
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“I’ll call the police!” Her fingers shook as she dialed nine, then one, and hovered over the last one. “Get out now, and I won’t call!”<br />
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I could have lunged for her, and the phone would have been out of her hand before she realized she hadn’t dialed the final digit. But she looked terrified, so I retreated another step and put my hands up in surrender.<br />
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“I’m not going to hurt you.” I used my best soothing, calm voice. “You don’t need to call the police. This is my office.”<br />
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“Do I look stupid to you? You just broke into <em>my</em> office.”<br />
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“<em>Your</em> office? I think you took a wrong turn at the corner of Crazy and Nutjob.”<br />
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She wobbled atop the chair, holding both arms out to regain her balance, and then…her skirt fell to her feet.<br />
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“Get out!” She crouched down and grabbed her skirt, tugging it up to her waist as she turned her back to me.<br />
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“Do you take medication, ma’am?”<br />
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“<em>Medication?</em> <em>Ma’am?</em> Are you joking?”<br />
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“You know what?” I motioned to the phone she was still holding. “Why don’t you push that last one and get the police over here. They can drive you back to whatever loony bin you escaped from.”<br />
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Her eyes widened.<br />
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For a crazy person—now that I was really looking—she was pretty damn cute. Fiery red hair piled on top of her head seemed to match her firecracker personality. Although from the looks of her blazing blue eyes, I was glad I’d held off on telling her that.<br />
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She pushed one and proceeded to report the crime of entering one’s own office. “I’d like to report a robbery.”<br />
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“Robbery?” I arched an eyebrow and looked around. A lone folding chair and crappy metal folding table were the only furniture in the entire space. “What exactly am I stealing? Your winning personality?”<br />
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She amended her complaint to the police. “A breaking and entering. I’d like to report a breaking and entering at 575 Park Avenue.” She paused and listened. “No, I don’t think he’s armed. But he’s big. <em>Really big</em>. At least six feet. Maybe bigger.”<br />
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I smirked. “And strong. Don’t forget to tell them I’m strong, too. Want me to flex for you? And maybe you should tell them I have green eyes. Wouldn’t want the police to confuse me with all the other <em>really big</em> thieves hanging out <em>in my office.”</em><br />
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After she hung up, she stayed standing on the chair, still glaring at me.<br />
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“Was there also a mouse?” I asked.<br />
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“A mouse?”<br />
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“Considering you jumped up on that chair.” I chuckled.<br />
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“You find this funny?”<br />
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“Oddly, I do. And I have no fucking idea why. It should annoy the crap out of me that I come home from a two-week vacation and find a squatter in my office.”<br />
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“Squatter? I’m no squatter. This is my office. I moved in a week ago.”<br />
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She bobbled again while standing on her chair.<br />
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“Why don’t you get down? You’re going to fall off that thing and get hurt.”<br />
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“How do I know you’re not going to hurt me when I get down?”<br />
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I shook my head and contained my laugh. “Sweetheart, look at the size of me. Look at the size of you. Standing on that chair isn’t doing jack shit to keep you safe. If I wanted to hurt you, you’d be out cold on the floor already.”<br />
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“I take Krav Maga classes twice a week.”<br />
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“Twice a week? Really? Thanks for the warning.”<br />
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“You don’t have to ridicule me. Maybe I <em>could</em> hurt you. For an intruder, you’re really kind of rude, you know.”<br />
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“Get down.”<br />
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After a full minute stare-off, she climbed off the chair.<br />
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“See? You’re as safe on the ground as you were up there.”<br />
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“What do you want from here?”<br />
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“You didn’t call the police, did you? You almost had me there for a second.”<br />
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“I didn’t. But I can.”<br />
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“Now why would you go and do that? So they can arrest you for breaking and entering?”<br />
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She pointed down at her makeshift desk. For the first time, I noticed papers all over the place. “I told you. This is my office. I’m working late tonight because the construction crew was so loud today that I couldn’t get done what I needed to. Why would anyone break and enter <em>to work</em> at ten-thirty at night on New Year’s Eve?”<br />
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Construction crew? <em>My construction crew?</em> Something was going on here. “You were here with the construction crew today?”<br />
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“Yes.”<br />
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I scratched my chin, half believing her. “What’s the foreman’s name?”<br />
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“Tommy.”<br />
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<em>Shit</em>. She was telling the truth. Well, at least some of it had to be the truth. “You said you moved in a week ago?”<br />
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“That’s right.”<br />
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“And you rented the space from whom, exactly?”<br />
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“John Cougar.”<br />
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Both my brows shot up this time. “John Cougar? Did he drop the Mellencamp, by chance?”<br />
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“How should I know?”<br />
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This wasn’t sounding good. “And you paid this John Cougar?”<br />
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“Of course. That’s how renting an office suite works. Two months’ security, first and last month’s rent.”<br />
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I shut my eyes and shook my head. “Shit.”<br />
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“What?”<br />
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“You got conned. How much did all of that cost you? Two months’ security, first and last month? Four months in total?”<br />
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“Ten thousand dollars.”<br />
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“Please tell me you didn’t pay cash.”<br />
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Something finally clicked, and the color drained from her pretty face. “He said his bank was closed in the evening, and he couldn’t give me the keys until my check cleared. If I gave him cash, I could move in right away.”<br />
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“You paid John Cougar <em>forty thousand dollars</em> in cash?”<br />
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“No!”<br />
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“Thank God.”<br />
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“I paid him ten thousand in cash.”<br />
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“I thought you said you paid four months.”<br />
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“I did. It was twenty-five hundred a month.”<br />
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That did it. Of all the crazy shit I’d heard so far, thinking she could get space on Park Avenue for twenty-five hundred a month took the cake. I broke out in a fit of laughter.<br />
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“What’s so funny?”<br />
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“You’re not from New York, are you?”<br />
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“No. I just moved here from Oklahoma. What does that have to do with anything?”<br />
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I took a step closer. “I hate to break the news to you, Oklahoma, but you got ripped off. This is my office. I’ve been here for three years. My father the thirty before that. I was on vacation the last two weeks and had the office remodeled while I was gone. Someone named after a singer scammed you into giving him <em>cash</em> to rent an office he had no right to rent. Doorman’s name is Ed. Walk through the main building entrance, and he’ll verify everything I just said.”<br />
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“That can’t be.”<br />
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“What do you do that you need office space?”<br />
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“I’m a psychologist.”<br />
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I held out my hand. “I’m an attorney. Let me see your contract.”<br />
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Her face fell. “He hasn’t brought it by yet. He said the landlord was in Brazil on vacation, and I could move in, and he would come back on the first to collect the rent and bring me the contract to sign.”<br />
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“You’ve been scammed.”<br />
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“But I paid him ten thousand dollars!”<br />
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“Which is another thing that should have tipped you off. You couldn’t rent a closet on Park Avenue for twenty-five hundred a month. Didn’t you find it strange that you were getting a place like this for next to nothing?”<br />
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“I thought I was getting a deal.”<br />
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I shook my head. “You got a deal alright. A raw deal.”<br />
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She covered her mouth. “I think I’m going to be sick.”<br />
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<a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/proxy/-AQQgQoVTYToQRHBXjMB8fX_xrjA9NaTd-v-bPiP4cnxFkGguLjlmWCbHJ6WShvGJpwZGr49G0Tt_Dp1Y9wId5Hb6xO14wpiS8AO_wTNIFX0iaUR8giUstREYcBEJ9HnC7es" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="author-photo" border="0" class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-22675" src="http://www.inkslingerpr.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/Author-photo-203x300.jpg" height="200" width="135" /></a>Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is an attorney and a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, & USA Today Best Selling author. Over the last three years, eleven of her titles have appeared on the USA Today Bestseller lists and four on the New York Times Bestseller lists.<br />
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In 2013, she released her first romance novel and never looked back. To date, she has thirteen novels released, with PLAYBOY PILOT also releasing in 2016. Her novels have appeared on #1 on Amazon and are currently being translated into German, Polish, Portuguese, Korean, Hebrew, French and Italian.<br />
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At a film festival in a small mid-western city, runaway teenager, Lilly has come looking for old boy, Bobby. He’s a dangerous man with powerful connections, but he owes her money and she’s desperate enough to come looking for it. In this Southern Ohio based crime novel, everyone’s got secrets. But Lilly’s about to find out, the worst type of secret its the one you keep from yourself.<br />
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Desperate, impulsive and self-centered are just a few adjectives that comes to mind regarding Lilley / Carol Ann. Not completely convinced if the streets made her that way or it's just her nature. Reading No More Birthdays put me in the mind set of Pretty Little Liars, where I was thinking if you just tell the truth and stop doing things on impulse things could get better. If that was to happen, unfortunately there would not be a story. <br />
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Runaway teen, Lilly is a complete trainwreck. On the trail of someone for her past she lands in a no name town with only a few bucks to her name or a place to stay in hopes to collect what's she owed. Normally I'm firm believer that if you do the work you should get paid. Although there are situations that you should just walk away from.Her actions made me crazy. I wanted to scream “Stop! What are you doing?” I wish she would allow someone to either help her or somehow forcibly get help.<br />
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I’m not sure what caught my attention first the updated cover or the blurb, but I knew I had to give Lissa Pelzer writing a try. The story flowed smoothly and while sometimes annoyed I remained on edge until the last page. No more Birthdays is told solely from Lilly’s POV, which is normally not my thing. I’m convinced it worked for me because of all of the nonsense that was going on. <br />
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Lissa Pelzer is a Crime Novel and Short Story Writer.<br />
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Sometimes the best thing a good girl can do is make a bad decision.</div>
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If Jessica found out what he really is, there’s no way she could love him. He should keep his hands to himself. But he’s Mad Max—he’s never done the right thing, and he’s not going to start now.</div>
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What else? Hmm...I love indie, lo-fi, complaint rock played on vinyl, wearing black because it's slimming, the theater, well-informed optimism, happy endings (both kinds),and making those close to me laugh 'til they snort. I'm a self-admitted change junkie, loving new experiences and places, but have now happily settled in the cutest lil' town, Vienna, Virginia.</div>
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Viola Fisher is the epitome of perfection.<br />
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Release Date: December 5th 2016</div>
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Series: Chequered Flag #3</div>
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Genre: Sports Romance/Romantic Suspense</div>
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My name is Zeke Lawson, but you probably know that already because everyone’s heard of me.</div>
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I’m the bad boy of Formula One.</div>
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The player.</div>
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The heartbreaker.</div>
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At least that’s what I allow people to believe.</div>
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The truth is too precious to be tarnished by reporters, and no matter what my fans think, they don’t deserve access to every detail of my life. It’s just a shame Nadine Hadley doesn’t see it that way.</div>
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She’s writing the feature every driver longs for on me—the one that can make your career. The only problem is she wants more than I’m willing to give her … and she’s playing dirty to get it.</div>
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Flirtatious smiles, skimpy dresses, sex: Nadine is using my reputation against me, and it’s working. No man could resist her, especially when she swears not to print my story.</div>
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So now I’m in too deep.</div>
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I want her more than anything, yet falling for a journalist may cost me the one thing I vowed to protect. Although, that seems insignificant when compared to another issue I face this racing season.</div>
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Did I forget to mention someone is trying to kill me?</div>
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*Each book in the Chequered Flag series can be read as a standalone and is complete with a HEA.*</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Stan stood as I moved to sit down and held out his hand.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">“I’m afraid I have to head off, but you have my number if you need to discuss anything.”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">I shook his hand and, with a final pointed look at Zeke, Stan left.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">“Are you going too?” I prayed he’d say yes so I could head home early. I needed to regroup after the shock he posed to my system.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">“Yep, but you’re coming with me.” Zeke signalled for the bill while I remained standing, dumbfounded. He paid, and only when he started to slide out of the booth did I find my voice.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">“Why would I do that?”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">“Because you like your job and wouldn’t want me making a complaint to your boss.”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">I planted a hand on my hip. “You wouldn’t.”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">“Sure I would.”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">“Really? You’re blackmailing me?”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Zeke stepped out of the booth, forcing me to wobble back on my heels. “I prefer to think of it as gentle persuasion. After all, your boss wanted personal, didn’t he? For that you’re going to need to be my shadow. If you’re not, you aren’t doing your job.”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">“You’re unbelievable. Where the hell do you even need to go?”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">“First we’re going to get you some new shoes, then I need to meet up with some triathlon buddies.”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">I picked up my file and followed him from the restaurant, irritated. “You do triathlons?”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">“See, I’m being helpful. You wouldn’t have known that if it hadn’t been for me.”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">“I can think of a few things you are, and helpful isn’t one of them.”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Zeke chuckled. “One of them is sexy, isn’t it?”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">I grumbled in response, choosing to change the subject so we didn’t stroll into dangerous territory. “Why are we getting me new shoes?”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">“Because the ones you’re wearing are too big. You’ll slow me down or break your neck trying to keep up with me.”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">“I’m fine, you worry about yourself.”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">“You’re getting new shoes, princess. Deal with it.”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">As if to prove his point, I tripped over the kerb as we crossed the road. This time I was sure I’d hit the concrete, but Zeke’s arms locked around me and pulled me upright. He didn’t need to say I told you so, his expression said it for him, and I resisted the urge to slap the smirk off his mouth.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">“See? Why are you wearing these death traps anyway? I’ve never seen you look so … not put together.”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">I huffed. “Mine broke on the way to work and these were the only ones someone could lend me.”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Zeke set me safely back on my feet and took my hand. I glanced down at it then up at him. The gesture felt unfamiliar and personal, not something I associated with Zeke. As if reading my thoughts, he explained, “In case you fall again.”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">“Sure, because the only thing you’re interested in is my safety.”</span></div>
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</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">I have it all: my dream career as a Formula 1 driver, more money than I can spend, crowds who cheer my name "Teo Coates," and an endless supply of beautiful women to warm my bed as I travel the world.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">One year ago, the love of my life broke off our two-year relationship via a phone call. No explanation, no apology, and no sign it was coming. She shattered me…ripped out my heart. And the worst part is that I couldn’t stay to fight for her without losing my career.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Everyone tells me to leave her—that she’s going to destroy me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">But things aren’t that simple.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Elora’s pregnant with my child and I endure her twisted games of manipulation and violence to protect my unborn baby. I never predicted she would do the unthinkable or that she was cruel enough to kill.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The light-hearted jokester on the race track isn’t a part I can play anymore. The Dustin Coates everyone loved is no longer me. I’m merely a grief-stricken man who’s barely able to function.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">She soothes my aching heart and helps me forget. With every second I’m around her, I can feel myself being revived.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">However, beneath her eternal optimism is a distressing past, and the lies are starting to unravel around me. I should have protected my fragile heart from her when I had the chance because now it’s too late. Someone out there wants to destroy me, and the odds are stacking up against us. They know Tazia can break me beyond repair, and they aren’t afraid to use her.</span></div>
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<strong>Leilani Kealoha</strong> wants to be set free. Of family expectations. Of generations of prejudice.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08140888064123752522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865241276136490759.post-22489757198853947872016-10-24T07:00:00.000-04:002016-11-10T21:18:53.043-05:00The Fall by T. Gephart Release Blitz<br />
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<b>About the Book </b><br />
Salvation doesn’t exist.<br />
It’s a lie people tell themselves in the dark, alone so their conscience might be eased. To give them hope that, in the end, we can all be forgiven.<br />
Except we can’t. <br />
And no amount of praying will change that.<br />
For me there will be no redemption, and I will leave this world with the same black heart I entered it with.<br />
The comfort in knowing who I am and what I am capable of keeps me warmer than any lie of having my soul saved. <br />
Because I know the truth. <br />
Because I know there is no Heaven.<br />
And there is no Hell.<br />
There is only the fall.<br />
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Michael has no one. No family. No Friends. And not a soul in the world cares about him, only a system that tried to break him.<br />
With a strong dislike for establishments and conformity, he has lived his life as a rogue. A hired thug with no allegiances except to his own word.<br />
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Sofia has grown up in the shadow of her father—one of the most powerful drug lords in the city. She has vowed to bring him to justice, moving through the ranks of the Chicago PD in an effort to be as far removed from her father’s lifestyle as possible. <br />
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Two worlds collide when Michael shows up at her door, a gun in his hand and a look in his eyes that terrifies her. Suddenly, Sofia has a price on her head and Michael is the only one who can keep her out of the crossfire. </blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sister Catherine’s gaze rose to Mother Superior from her place on the floor. Her knees had been cemented to the very spot for the last ten hours, but not for prayer like the others. She waited for direction as blood stained the cold blue stone rock around her. Both the mother and child were closer to meeting the heavenly Father than the dawn was to the new day.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She wasn’t sure if it had been Sister Catherine’s urging or her own internal thought that spoke those words, but it had been enough to keep her going. Her face strained from the effort as she bore down through the constant contractions. It would have to be enough. She had nothing left.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The child she had carried for nine months slipped from her body, finally making his entrance as she whispered her offering to the Father. That offering being her own sacrifice.</span></div>
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<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XgTlCLUIaD4/WCPVtxx1HTI/AAAAAAAAEV4/Ltjs-WWWIuM8E6nqB3i7ApdnIPgcEdrwQCEw/s1600/the%2Bfall%2B3.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XgTlCLUIaD4/WCPVtxx1HTI/AAAAAAAAEV4/Ltjs-WWWIuM8E6nqB3i7ApdnIPgcEdrwQCEw/s320/the%2Bfall%2B3.png" width="320" /></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her eyelids closed as Sister Catherine delivered the son, but there had been no cry. Not from the mother and not from her child, the eerie silence settling into the room as she accepted her fate. In fact, there had been no sound as she took her last breath, her eyes not having the luxury of gazing on the boy she’d been so desperate to save. Whether or not she’d succeeded, beyond her control.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And while it had been Sister Catherine’s previous expertise that had kept Michael alive, Sister Mary’s reputation for her lead foot was exactly what they needed now. The church and the convent quickly faded in the rearview mirror as they sped away.</span></div>
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<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nV50D60j6A/WCPVwNphpUI/AAAAAAAAEV4/ZkY3p8fHCZILMe9A8XFEoLbSRwqvBnoeQCEw/s1600/the%2Bfall%2B4.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nV50D60j6A/WCPVwNphpUI/AAAAAAAAEV4/ZkY3p8fHCZILMe9A8XFEoLbSRwqvBnoeQCEw/s320/the%2Bfall%2B4.png" width="320" /></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She had been so brave; even as the end came her strength had not waned. Fearless, even in the face of her own death. She was safe now, seated with the Father, free from pain and sorrow. The Lord would protect her and do what Mother had been unable to do. God forgive her, while it had been Sister Catherine’s hands that had been bloodied, it had been Mother’s who had worn the biggest stain.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Should we call the police?” Sister Bridget offered, her bright eyes blinking away tears they all felt welling. “Mother? What would you like us to do?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was a question Mother had been contemplating for weeks. What she would do when the time came and the child was born. Had she done the right thing? They should have taken her to a hospital. It was insanity to try and handle this within the walls of their sanctuary, and yet it was exactly what she had promised. No one would ever know about the child. Not how he came to be in this world or who his parents had been, his existence hidden by not only her resolve, but that of her devotion to the mother.</span></div>
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<a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77cmEZUTZ20/WCPVwBiShsI/AAAAAAAAEV4/3LXZDie32_wrJsGFZP2UyXmMu2ZH2CgIACEw/s1600/the%2Bfall%2B5.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77cmEZUTZ20/WCPVwBiShsI/AAAAAAAAEV4/3LXZDie32_wrJsGFZP2UyXmMu2ZH2CgIACEw/s320/the%2Bfall%2B5.png" width="320" /></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The boy was to be reported as abandoned, left in the church’s vestibule with no indication of who the mother was. It was a lie and one she would take to her grave. Her father would judge her, but when that time came she knew he would understand.</span></div>
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<a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IxD9vF2pdWk/WCPVwVLE71I/AAAAAAAAEV4/JG9s2XrXF5cPLM5G8JhAJZt_noeA8zWYACEw/s1600/the%2Bfall%2B6.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IxD9vF2pdWk/WCPVwVLE71I/AAAAAAAAEV4/JG9s2XrXF5cPLM5G8JhAJZt_noeA8zWYACEw/s320/the%2Bfall%2B6.png" width="320" /></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“We must honor her. We must give her the peace in death she was unable to gain in life. I have prayed on it and it is the only way. In this you must trust.” Her voice maintained its steely resolve, even if underneath her heart was breaking.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">God help her, she couldn’t be sure she had.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Save him.” Mother’s eyes rose to the crucifix mounted on the wall, the words more a prayer than a request. “Please, Lord. Save him.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">T Gephart is an indie author from Melbourne, Australia.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">T’s approach to life has been somewhat unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane to Los Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip left her somewhat underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for travel and life experience.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find her niche in the world.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">While on a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband. Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have traveled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young children and one four legged child, Woodley, the wonder dog.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she could identify with, someone strong, independent and confident and who didn’t lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen her first book, A Twist of Fate. T set herself the challenge to write something that was interesting, compelling and yet easy enough to read that was still enjoyable. Pulling from her own past “colorful” experiences and the amazing personalities she has surrounded herself with, she had no shortage of inspiration. With a strong slant on erotic fiction, her core characters are empowered women who don’t have to sacrifice their femininity. She enjoyed the process so much that when it was over she couldn’t let it go.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08140888064123752522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865241276136490759.post-78279237799196751112016-10-20T08:00:00.000-04:002016-10-20T08:00:29.400-04:00Confessions of an Undercover Girlfriend (Confessions #2) by Kay Marie Blog Tour<br />
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<b>Confessions of an Undercover Girlfriend by Kay Marie</b></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Series Confessions # 2</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Genre: Contemporary,Romance, Comedy</span></div>
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<b>About the Book </b><br />
From bestselling author Kaitlyn Davis, writing as Kay Marie, comes the second book in the Confessions series, a romantic comedy being hailed as "the new Bridget Jones!" (Broc's Bookcase). <br />
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So, I'm no longer a virgin sex columnist—thank you, Ollie—but if I thought that was going to make my life easier, boy was I wrong! John is back in town determined to win my forgiveness. Blythe is more ready than ever to take me down. Bridget is totally onto the new twinkle in my eye. And, well, Ollie is just as distractingly delicious as usual.<br />
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So, naturally, I have a few more confessions to make.<br />
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Confession #1: I came up with what I thought would be the perfect plan to keep my relationship with Ollie a secret—pretend to get back together with John!<br />
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Confession #2: It backfired. A lot.<br />
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This is a sweet romance, perfect for fans of Sophie Kinsella, Meg Cabot, and Emily Giffin!</blockquote>
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In the mood for sweet, neurotic, romance then I highly suggest Kay Marie’s latest Confessions of an Undercover Girlfriend. The continuation of debauchery Skylar “Skye” Quinn calls life is one crazed adventure.<br />
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Is it ok for me to admit when I received an email for Ms. Marie with the opportunity to review her latest story I had a fangirl moment. I believe I replied with squeeee. I could not wait to learn what would happen next with one of my favorite trio Skye, Ollie, and Bridge. <br />
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Things practically pick up where they left off from Confessions of a Virgin Sex Columist.Love is finally confessed between Skye and Ollie. Skye is no longer a virgin, but she’s still a spaz and lacks confidence. That’s when the drama begins. <br />
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I really think I might be a pathological liar, I can’t help it. It’s a disease, a sickness. I need help.<br />
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Reading Confessions of an Undercover Girlfriend was a well time spent. The writing flows and has a fluid pace. You’ll experience over the top dramatic eye-rolling, cringe worthy, and swoony moments. The story had a realistic feel. The secondary characters add substance without taking over. If you’re a fan of imperfect romantic comedies than Kay Marie’s latest in her Confessions series should be your next read.<br />
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Bestselling author Kaitlyn Davis writes young adult fantasy novels under the name Kaitlyn Davis and contemporary romance novels under the name Kay Marie.<br />
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Fire and Ice YA/Melange Books</div>
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Sometimes the one you love isn’t the one you’re meant to be with.<br />
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The summer before senior year, Chloe starts an internship as a reporter at a local newspaper. While on assignment, she meets Kieran, a quirky aspiring actor. Chloe becomes smitten with Kieran’s charisma and his ability to soothe her soul, torn over her parents’ impending divorce. But as their bond deepens, Kieran becomes smothering and flies into terrifying rages. He confides in Chloe that he suffered a traumatic childhood, and Chloe is moved to help him. If only he could be healed, she thinks, their relationship would be perfect. But her efforts backfire, and Kieran turns violent. Chloe breaks up with him, but Kieran pursues her relentlessly to make up. Chloe must make the heartrending choice between saving herself or saving Kieran, until Kieran’s mission of remorse turns into a quest for revenge.<br />
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We head to Crystal Lake and wind up a dark, twisting road to a ridge.
We drive until we come to a break in the tree line and turn into a
lookout point. A carpet of amber and white lights spreads before us,
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“This is incredible. You can see all the way to Manhattan,” I
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“Told you. We’ll be able to see fireworks all over North Jersey.”
He snaps open a can of root beer, hands it to me, then opens another
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“That’s the place for us, sweetpea. That’s where it all
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“Yeah, maybe we’ll get there one day.”
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“What ‘maybe.’ Here’s to your byline in the New York Times
and my name on a TV dressing room door with a big star.” We clink
cans. He takes a hank of my hair and sweeps his face with it. We pose
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“I’m going to call this picture ‘wrapped up in you’.” He
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I crack up. “I totally love these crazy, unexpected things you do.
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Kieran puts his head into my lap, his face staring up at me. “Dorian
says actors have to be memorable. They have to stand out from the
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“You’re memorable, all right.” I laugh.</div>
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“Chloe, I need to know you’re committed to me because I’m
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Something twangs inside me. “Do you have to even ask me that?”
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“I want you to promise you’ll never have any contact with any guy
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“Why are you even bringing this up? I really don’t have any
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“I want to know your whole boyfriend history. How far did you go
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“It’s not very long.” I tell him about my three misadventures.
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“How many times did you do it with this Angus dude?”</div>
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“Just a few.”</div>
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“What an asshole. I’d like to take a baseball bat to him for
using you like that. That really pisses me off.”</div>
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“Just forget it. It’s no big deal.” Now I regret telling him. I
don’t need to hear I was “used.”</div>
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“It kills me to think of you with someone else.”</div>
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“What about you? What’s your girlfriend history?”
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“Girls just don’t know how to appreciate me. I’ve been involved
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“I appreciate you, Kieran.”</div>
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“I know. What about Facebook? Are you Facebook friends with any of
those guys?”</div>
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I take out my phone. “Look, I’ll show you if it makes you feel
better.” I scroll through my forty-six friends. “See? Nothing to
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“I just get scared that one of these guys might come back and take
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“That’s totally crazy.”</div>
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“I can’t help it. It’s my low self-esteem.”
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“Kieran, you’re the only person who’s ever been really
interested in me, who’s really wanted to know me, the real me. I
can’t even tell you how much that means.”
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A boom sounds in the distance. “Look!” I point to shooting
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“Over there, too.” Kieran signals a cascade of glittery silver
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Fireworks explode against the black silky night everywhere we look.
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“Isn’t this the best, sweetpea?”</div>
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“Yeah, it is.”</div>
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“Thanks for letting us know you weren’t coming to the BBQ.”</div>
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“Or busy with Kieran. I shouldn’t have even bothered inviting
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Abusive relationships are widespread, cutting across socioeconomic, racial and ethnic, religious and gender preference lines. One in three high school girls experience dating violence, while more than half of college-aged women reported experiencing controlling behavior in a relationship. Eighty-nine percent of female college students said they were unable to recognize the signs of an abusive relationship, and a third of teens involved in intimate partner violence ever told anyone about it. </div>
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It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long.</div>
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Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.</div>
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It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.</div>
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It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.</div>
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But we can’t start here.</div>
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Back to the very first drop.</div>
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This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.</div>
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The first time I tasted Whiskey, I fell flat on my face.<br />
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I was drunk from the very first sip, and I guess that should have been my sign to stay away.<br />
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Jenna and I were running the trail around the lake near her house, sweat dripping into our eyes from the intense South Florida heat. It was early September, but in South Florida, it might as well have been July. There was no “boots and scarves” season, unless you counted the approximately six weeks in January and February where the temperature dropped below eighty degrees.<br />
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I saw him first.<br />
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I was just a few steps ahead of Jenna, and I’d been staring down at my hot pink sneakers as they hit the concrete. When I looked up, he was about fifty feet away, and even from that distance I could tell I was in trouble. He seemed sort of average at first — brown hair, lean build, soaked white running shirt — but the closer he got, the more I realized just how edible he was. I noticed the shift in the muscles of his legs as he ran, the way his hair bounced slightly, how he pressed his lips together in concentration as he neared us. <br />
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I looked over my shoulder, attempting to waggle my eyebrows at Jenna and give her the secret best friend code for “hot guy up ahead”, but she had stopped to tie her shoes. And when I turned back around, it was too late.<br />
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I smacked into him — hard — and fell to the pavement, rolling a bit to soften the fall. He cursed and I groaned, more from embarrassment than pain. I wish I could say I gracefully picked myself up, smiled radiantly, and asked him for his number, but the truth is I lost the ability to do anything the minute I looked up at him.<br />
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It was an unfamiliar, warm ache that spread through my chest as I used my hand to shield the sun streaming in behind his silhouette, just how you’d expect the first sip of whiskey to feel. He was bent over, hand outstretched, saying something that wasn’t registering because I had somehow managed to slip my hand into his and just that one touch had set my skin on fire.<br />
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Handsome wasn’t the right word to describe him, but it was all I kept thinking as I traced his features. His hair was a sort of mocha color, damp at the roots, falling onto his forehead just slightly. His eyes were wide — almost too round — and a mixture of gold, green, and the deepest brown. I didn’t coin the nickname Whiskey until much later, but it was that moment that I saw it for the first time — those were whiskey eyes. The kind of eyes you get lost in. The kind that drink you in. He had the longest lashes and a firm, square jaw. It was so hard, the edges so clean that I would have sworn he was angry with me if it weren’t for the smile on his face.He was still talking as my eyes fell over his broad chest before snapping back up to his sideways grin.<br />
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“Oh my God, are you fucking blind?!” Jenna’s voice snapped me from my haze as she shoved Whiskey out of the way and latched onto my hand, ripping me back to standing position. I’d barely caught my balance before she whipped around to continue her scolding. “How about you brush that long ass hair out of your eyes and watch where you’re going, huh champ?”<br />
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I didn’t even have time to call dibs, I couldn’t even think the word, let alone say it, before it was too late. I watched it, in slow motion, as Whiskey fell for my best friend before I even had the chance to say a single word to him. <br />
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Jenna was standing tall, arms crossed, one hip popped in her usual fashion as she waited for him to defend himself. This was her protocol — it was one of the reasons we got along. We were both what you’d call “spitfires”, but Jenna had the distinct advantage of being cripplingly gorgeous on top of having an attitude. She flipped her long, wavy blonde ponytail behind her and cocked a brow.<br />
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“Hi,” Whiskey finally said, extending his hand to Jenna this time. His eyes were warm, smile inviting — if I had to pick the right word for him, just one, I’d say charming. He just oozed charm. “I’m Jamie.”<br />
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“Well, Jamie, maybe you should make an appointment with the eye doctor before you run over another innocent jogger. And you owe Brecks an apology.” She nodded to me then and I cringed at my name, wondering why she felt the need to spill it at all. She always called me B — everyone did — so why did she choose the moment I was face to face with the first boy to ever make my heart accelerate to use my full name?<br />
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Jamie was still grinning, eying Jenna, trying to figure her out, but he turned to me after a moment with that same crooked smile. “I’m sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.” He said the words with conviction, but lifted his brows on that last line because he and I both knew who wasn’t paying attention to the trail, and he wasn’t the guilty party. <br />
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Kandi Steiner is a Creative Writing and Advertising/Public Relations graduate from the University of Central Florida living in Tampa with her husband. Kandi works full time as a social media specialist, but also works part time as a Zumba fitness instructor and blackjack dealer.<br />
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Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic (like most girls brought up on Disney movies).<br />
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<b>Away From the Dark by Aleatha Romig</b> </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Release Date: Oct. 18, 2016</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Series: The Light Series #2</span></div>
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<b>About the Book </b><br />
Nine months ago, Sara Adams awoke with no memory. The man holding her hand told her she's a member of The Light, a tight-knit religious group led by the terrifying and charismatic Father Gabriel. As a woman in the community of The Light, her duty is to be unquestionably obedient and to submit to the will of her husband. <br />
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With everything at stake, Sara struggles to sort out her true memories from her indoctrination. The desire to escape consumes her, but who can she trust? And what other followers of The Light were forced into this life, brainwashed to believe they belonged? The more she remembers, the mort it becomes clear that Jacob, the man who calls himself her husband, is keeping shattering secrets of his own.<br />
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But Sara cannot flee alone, leaving innocents behind. She must fight to extinguish The Light.</blockquote>
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<b>About the Book </b><br />
All I ever wanted was a home—stability, hard walls, and roots so deep they could withstand the strongest storm. Through long hours and determination, I was finally on my way, signing contracts for my brick and mortar ship, and beginning to feel settled for the first time in my life.<br />
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But the night I met John Eaton, I felt that stability crumble. His smile was a mixture of little boy and pure devil at the same time. I knew his type, knew the sort of games that came with men like him.<br />
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So I pushed. But he pulled harder. I tried to fight it, to shove away the connection that clawed at my heart, but it was too late. Roots dug in, grew deep, and twisted. John fell for me, and I for him. He was impossible to resist. I was his.<br />
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But a secret is a dangerous thing. Held for too long, it can rip a life apart.<br />
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Destroy the man I loved.<br />
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Love can exit your life as quickly as it enters it, shattering your heart in the process. <br />
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It's been a year since my husband was taken from me in a tragic accident. I thought it would kill me. Now, I think I'm ready to start healing. <br />
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My mother says my idea of taking a solo cross-country road trip is crazy, but I see it as my road to recovery. Along the way, I'll have to deal with the poor choices I've made since Ricky died. I'll have to overcome the terror that his death has caused me. I'll have to find my balance again. <br />
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A Love Letter to Whiskey by Kandi Steiner</div>
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It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long.<br />
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Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.<br />
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It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.<br />
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It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.<br />
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But we can’t start here.<br />
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No, to tell this story right, we need to go back. <br />
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Back to the beginning.<br />
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This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.</blockquote>
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The first time I tasted Whiskey, I fell flat on my face.<br />
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I was drunk from the very first sip, and I guess that should have been my sign to stay away.<br />
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Jenna and I were running the trail around the lake near her house, sweat dripping into our eyes from the intense South Florida heat. It was early September, but in South Florida, it might as well have been July. There was no “boots and scarves” season, unless you counted the approximately six weeks in January and February where the temperature dropped below eighty degrees.<br />
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As it was, we were battling ninety-plus degrees, me trying to be a show off and prove I could keep up with Jenna’s cheerleading training program. She had finally made the varsity squad, and with that privilege came ridiculous standards she had to uphold. I hated running — absolutely loathed it. I would much rather have been on my surf board that day. But fortunately for Jenna, she had a competitive best friend who never turned down a challenge. So when she asked me to train with her, I’d agreed eagerly, even knowing I’d have screaming ribs and calves by the end of the day.<br />
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I saw him first.<br />
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I was just a few steps ahead of Jenna, and I’d been staring down at my hot pink sneakers as they hit the concrete. When I looked up, he was about fifty feet away, and even from that distance I could tell I was in trouble. He seemed sort of average at first — brown hair, lean build, soaked white running shirt — but the closer he got, the more I realized just how edible he was. I noticed the shift in the muscles of his legs as he ran, the way his hair bounced slightly, how he pressed his lips together in concentration as he neared us. <br />
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I looked over my shoulder, attempting to waggle my eyebrows at Jenna and give her the secret best friend code for “hot guy up ahead”, but she had stopped to tie her shoes. And when I turned back around, it was too late.<br />
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I smacked into him — hard — and fell to the pavement, rolling a bit to soften the fall. He cursed and I groaned, more from embarrassment than pain. I wish I could say I gracefully picked myself up, smiled radiantly, and asked him for his number, but the truth is I lost the ability to do anything the minute I looked up at him.<br />
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It was an unfamiliar, warm ache that spread through my chest as I used my hand to shield the sun streaming in behind his silhouette, just how you’d expect the first sip of whiskey to feel. He was bent over, hand outstretched, saying something that wasn’t registering because I had somehow managed to slip my hand into his and just that one touch had set my skin on fire.<br />
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Handsome wasn’t the right word to describe him, but it was all I kept thinking as I traced his features. His hair was a sort of mocha color, damp at the roots, falling onto his forehead just slightly. His eyes were wide — almost too round — and a mixture of gold, green, and the deepest brown. I didn’t coin the nickname Whiskey until much later, but it was that moment that I saw it for the first time — those were whiskey eyes. The kind of eyes you get lost in. The kind that drink you in. He had the longest lashes and a firm, square jaw. It was so hard, the edges so clean that I would have sworn he was angry with me if it weren’t for the smile on his face.He was still talking as my eyes fell over his broad chest before snapping back up to his sideways grin.<br />
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“Oh my God, are you fucking blind?!” Jenna’s voice snapped me from my haze as she shoved Whiskey out of the way and latched onto my hand, ripping me back to standing position. I’d barely caught my balance before she whipped around to continue her scolding. “How about you brush that long ass hair out of your eyes and watch where you’re going, huh champ?”<br />
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Oh no.<br />
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I didn’t even have time to call dibs, I couldn’t even think the word, let alone say it, before it was too late. I watched it, in slow motion, as Whiskey fell for my best friend before I even had the chance to say a single word to him. <br />
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Jenna was standing tall, arms crossed, one hip popped in her usual fashion as she waited for him to defend himself. This was her protocol — it was one of the reasons we got along. We were both what you’d call “spitfires”, but Jenna had the distinct advantage of being cripplingly gorgeous on top of having an attitude. She flipped her long, wavy blonde ponytail behind her and cocked a brow.<br />
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And then he did, too.<br />
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His smile grew wider as he met her eyes, and it was the same look I’d watched fall <br />
over guy after countless guy. Jenna was a unicorn, and men were enamored by her. As they should have been — she had platinum blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, legs for days and a personality to boot. Now, before you go thinking that I was the insecure best friend - I had it going on, too. I worked hard, I was talented - just not at the things traditional high school boys valued.<br />
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“Hi,” Whiskey finally said, extending his hand to Jenna this time. His eyes were warm, smile inviting — if I had to pick the right word for him, just one, I’d say charming. He just oozed charm. “I’m Jamie.”<br />
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“Well, Jamie, maybe you should make an appointment with the eye doctor before you run over another innocent jogger. And you owe Brecks an apology.” She nodded to me then and I cringed at my name, wondering why she felt the need to spill it at all. She always called me B — everyone did — so why did she choose the moment I was face to face with the first boy to ever make my heart accelerate to use my full name?<br />
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Jamie was still grinning, eying Jenna, trying to figure her out, but he turned to me after a moment with that same crooked smile. “I’m sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.” He said the words with conviction, but lifted his brows on that last line because he and I both knew who wasn’t paying attention to the trail, and he wasn’t the guilty party. <br />
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“It’s fine,” I murmured, because for some reason I was still having a difficult time finding my voice. Jamie tilted his head just a fraction, his eyes hard on me this time, and I felt naked beneath his gaze. I’d never had anyone look at me that way — completely zeroed in. It was unnerving and exhilarating, too. <br />
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But before I could latch onto the feeling, he turned back to Jenna, their eyes meeting as slow smiles spread on both of their faces. I’d seen it a million times, but this was the first time I felt sick watching it happen.<br />
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I saw him first, but it didn’t matter.<br />
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Because he saw her.<br />
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Kandi Steiner is a Creative Writing and Advertising/Public Relations graduate from the University of Central Florida living in Tampa with her husband. Kandi works full time as a social media specialist, but also works part time as a Zumba fitness instructor and blackjack dealer. <br />
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Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic (like most girls brought up on Disney movies).<br />
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When Kandi isn’t working or writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys beach days, movie marathons, live music, craft beer and sweet wine – not necessarily in that order.<br />
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