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When professional poker player Matthew Shaughnessy wins the pot of a lifetime, he didn't expect to land himself a fiancée.<br />
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Cassandra Gardener is left with little choice but to play the part of a Texan's fiancée for a week if she wants to clear her father's gambling debt.<br />
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Can two people with so much to lose win the biggest bet of all- love?<br />
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Cassandra gazed in astonishment at the small town laid like a sparkling blanket in the foothills outside of Austin, Texas.<br />
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“This is your home?” She came from a well-off family and had grown up visiting her friends sprawling mansions and fancy condos, but this was something altogether different. They’d landed in Austin’s International Airport mid-morning and had traveled south almost non-stop since. She was hungry, tired, her butt hurt, and she really needed to pee, but all of her discomforts were temporarily forgotten as she took in the scene on the horizon.<br />
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She looked at Matt and caught the gleam of his smile in the dashboard lights.<br />
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“Yep, that’s home,” he said, voice ringing with pride. “Not what you expected, Princess?” He slowed to a stop and rested his arm on the steering wheel to look at her. “It still grabs me that way, and I grew up here. It’s been in our family for five generations and Grannie has managed it for the last fifty years. We have two hundred forty-seven employees and run cattle and horses across two hundred and fifty thousand acres. It hasn’t all been a bed of roses, but an oil find back in the seventies helped make her what she is today.”<br />
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“It’s beautiful, Matt.” Cass was unaccountably moved by the obvious love he had for his childhood home. With a father who had been in the military before his appointment to the Canadian Senate, she’d lived in a variety of countries and houses—she could never call them homes. She envied him his heritage.<br />
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“Thanks,” he said. “Ready to meet my family?”<br />
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Uh, sure,” she answered, while inside the jitterbugs started dancing again. Anyone who managed an operation this large had to do it with an iron hand. She pictured Matt’s grandmother with a baseball bat in one hand and a horsewhip in the other.<br />
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He shifted into gear and the truck started rolling toward the pit of doom. “Don’t worry, they’ll love you.”<br />
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<i>Sure they will.</i> Until they found out the engagement was a big, fat hoax—then, all bets were off.<br />
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The ranch house sat on a knoll overlooking the rest of the complex. As they drove up, lights flickered to life behind gauzy white curtains. The double Spanish style entry doors of the hacienda-type structure swung open, and what seemed like half the village spilled out onto the courtyard.<br />
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Cassandra turned accusing eyes on Matt. “You told them we were coming.”<br />
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He grinned and shut off the truck. “Of course, I did. The eldest son is bringing home his future bride. It’s cause for celebration.”<br />
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Before she could blister him with the words on the tip of her tongue, he hopped out and held his arms open to a gorgeous young woman who’d been practically jumping up and down since they pulled up. More arms opened, and more, and soon he was swallowed from view. Cassandra wished she could vanish herself. Back to before she ever knew Matthew Shaughnessy.<br />
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Short of sliding into the driver’s seat and disappearing into the sunset—oh, so tempting as it was—Cass pulled up her big girl panties and opened the door of the truck. The noise hit her first, a cacophony of laughing and crying, and what seemed like a hundred voices talking all at once. This was ten times worse than meeting Jeff’s family. For one thing, he hadn’t deserted her like bait left out for the wolves to find.<br />
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A pair of muscular arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her off the seat to her startled shriek. She had a blurred vision of laughing blue eyes, then she was swung around and set down in the middle of the crowd. A younger, carbon-copy version of Matt leaned down and kissed her cheek before he stepped back after a stern warning from a tart voice.<br />
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And then Cassandra was face to face with the matriarch of the Shaughnessy family.<br />
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Far from the dragon lady she’d been imagining, Matt’s grandmother looked as though sugar wouldn’t melt in her mouth. Slim, tiny, with smooth unlined skin and hair that still retained much of its natural thickness and wave—though Cass had been told the chemo was taking its toll—she rolled closer and held out her hand, the wheelchair cutting a swath through the crowd.<br />
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“So, you’re the young lass who stole my grandson’s heart.”<br />
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Cassandra squirmed under her piercing gaze and cursed Matt for leaving her alone. She gently took the old woman’s papery hand in greeting, but when she tried to let go, Grannie tightened her grip.<br />
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“Let’s have a look at you then,” she said as if Cass was a horse at market. Should she show them her teeth?<br />
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“Gran, let my fiancée go, you’re scaring her,” Matt’s laughing voice came from behind Cass. She turned… and his lips grazed her cheek to take possession of her mouth.<br />
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She froze, shocked to the core by the heat and textures bombarding her senses. His mouth stilled, then moved against hers, soft and demanding at the same time. The noise faded, taken over by the buzzing of her pulse and the encouraging murmur coming from his throat—or was it hers?<br />
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A loud war-whoop from nearby broke them apart. Cass stared into his chocolate brown eyes and saw the same bemused arousal that she was feeling. Not good. Not good at all.<br />
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She yanked herself out of his grasp and turned back to Grannie, ignoring the cheers for more from the crowd. “Is there some place I could get cleaned up? It’s been a long trip.”<br />
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Grannie’s speculative gaze turned sly. “Of course, honey. We don’t stand on ceremony around here. I know how you young people are so I had Sophia put you in the adjoining suite next to Matthew. Matt, take her to your room, son.”<br />
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“Oh, but,” Cass protested, but Matt cut her off.<br />
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“I missed you, Gran.” He leaned down and gave his grandmother a hug filled with a little boy’s love. “We’ll let you get off to bed and talk more in the morning. I can’t wait for you two to get to know each other.” He grinned at Cassandra and grabbed her hand. “C’mon, darlin’, time to hit the hay.”<br />
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<b>JACQUIE BIGGAR</b> is a USA Today bestselling author of Romantic Suspense who loves to write about tough, alpha males who know what they want, that is until they're gob-smacked by heroines who are strong, contemporary women willing to show them what they really need is love. She is the author of the popular Wounded Hearts series and has just started a new series in paranormal suspense, Mended Souls.<br />
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She has been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoys writing romance novels that end with happily-ever-afters.<br />
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Jacquie lives in paradise along the west coast of Canada with her family and loves reading, writing, and flower gardening. She swears she can't function without coffee, preferably at the beach with her sweetheart. 🙂<br />
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Free reads, excerpts, author news, and contests can be found on her <a href="http://jacqbiggar.com/" target="_blank">website</a>. You can follow her on <a href="http://facebook.com/jacqbiggar" target="_blank">Facebook</a>, <a href="http://twitter.com/jacqbiggar" target="_blank">Twitter</a> or email her via her web site.<br />
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Jacquie lives on Vancouver Island with her husband and loves to hear from readers all over the world!
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A marriage of nearly half a century faces its greatest challenge when a stranger arrives, bearing life changing news. Although Steve and Kelly Boyd live together, they barely tolerate each other. Marrying in their teens and quickly becoming parents, the separation due to the war in Vietnam forms the foundation for the next forty-five precarious years.<br />
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Filling the empty marriage with the companionship of her twin sister, Karen, and the family she made with Steve, Kelly’s life revolves around her six adult children.<br />
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The stranger’s sudden appearance clarifies so much about Steve’s lifetime behavior to Kelly.<br />
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Heartfelt conversations at the local coffee shop where son Reggie works as a barista, help the family resolve differences, build new relationships, and grow in acceptance of one another.<br />
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Before night fall, Kelly Boyd’s life revolved around her marriage and children. After sundown that same day, many of the things she’d based her life on would no longer exist.<br />
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In Michigan, autumn meant apple cider and donuts; pumpkins piled high at every market, the pungent smells of campfires in backyard fire pits, and hay bales stacked decoratively on suburban porches instead of in horse and sheep troughs. Loving fall the best out of all the seasons, Kelly hoped to spend part of the upcoming weekend visiting a local cider mill with her children and grandchildren, initiating the onset of autumn. No one questioned what the weekends would bring; Kelly had something planned for each one far in advance. Looking forward to it all week, the excitement and anticipation made the stress of her job recede. Kelly didn’t need vacations; cruises and trips to exotic places held no interest for her because her family provided all she needed in life. </div>
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Simmering away in the back of her subconscious was a seed of non-specific unease that grew and festered if she gave it too much of her attention. A common occurrence for her, she thought it was simply women’s intuition instigating worry with no foundation. Sticking rigorously to her schedule no matter what; her husband, Steve once joked that he could be having a heart attack on the floor, and Kelly would finish whatever task she was doing before she’d stop to call 911.<br />
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“That’s not even funny,” she replied the first time he said it, frowning, but he wouldn’t relent.<br />
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The routine had become essential for her wellbeing. After a week of grueling hospital work as a nurse, Kelly spent each Friday night cleaning house so the weekend would be free. Dinner long over, she’d talk on the phone to her sister with reruns of Hoarders on the television as background noise while she cleaned. Steve, her husband of over forty years, sequestered in his basement man-cave watching sporting events on a ninety-inch flat screen, was oblivious to whatever Kelly was up to until he heard the vacuum running.<br />
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On this particular Friday, the weather was warm; the last days of Indian summer in progress, and in honor of it she’d left the front door open, locking the storm door. While mopping the wood floors that covered the dining room and front hallway, she heard a car pull up in front of the house.<br />
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“Hold on for a minute,” she told her sister, holding on to the phone.<br />
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Going to the door, she looked out at a Yellow Cab that had stopped directly in front of their house. A tall, thin, man got out of the back, and leaned through the window to chat with the driver. Kelly saw him reach into his pocket to retrieve paper money, watching as he counted out bills, handing them through the window. The driver drove off, and it wasn’t until then that Kelly realized the man was headed to her house.<br />
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“Beaver, come,” she called to the dog in a low voice.<br />
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Their shepherd - boxer mix obediently came to her side and gave a low growl as he watched the man walk up the steps. Wishing the TV wasn’t on so loud; if she needed to yell for Steve, he’d never hear her. Standing with the mop handle in her hand, the young man came up the steps, smiling. Attractive, clean cut, and possibly Asian, she thought if he’s going to attack me, he’d bust through the door right away, but the dog would get him.<br />
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“Hi, I’m sorry to show up at this hour. Is Augustus Boyd here?” he said loud enough to be heard through the glass.<br />
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It was uncommon for someone to come to their house late, and never for her husband. Kelly hesitated, wondering if she should at least ask his name, or why he wanted to speak to Steve, but decided against it; she’d let Steve handle it.<br />
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“I’ll get him. Wait here just a moment.”<br />
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The young man nodded his head, and Kelly, on a whim, shut the big door and locked it, putting her mop handle against the wall, moving quickly to the basement landing. She opened the door and ran down the steps. Steve looked up when she entered his den.<br />
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“What’s up?”<br />
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“There’s a man at the door asking for Augustus.”<br />
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“Did he give a name?” he asked.<br />
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She shook her head. “I was standing there like an ass with the door wide open cleaning when the cab let him out, and all I thought of was how quickly I could get the door shut without offending him.”<br />
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Steve got out of his recliner and followed her up the stairs.<br />
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“Who’d come here in a cab?” he said, his lips set in a line.<br />
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“I have no idea.” Kelly stepped aside so Steve could get to the door.<br />
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Opening it, the young man looked at Steve, smiling. They watched each other, looking into each other’s eyes.<br />
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“Can I help you?” Steve asked, his heart pounding, the unfamiliar intrusion upsetting.<br />
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Not a deep thinker, something told Steve this man would alter the course of his life.<br />
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“Can I talk to you in private?” the young man asked, looking around Steve’s shoulder at Kelly.<br />
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Steve looked at her, too and shrugged his shoulders. He unlocked the storm door.<br />
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“Sure,” he said, stepping out onto the porch, closing the door behind him.<br />
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Kelly wondered what could be so important, or so private that the man couldn’t talk about it in front of her. Picking up the phone, she spoke, but her sister had hung up. Calling her back, for the next ten minutes, they speculated about who it might be.<br />
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“I’ll call you as soon as I know what’s going on,” she said before hanging up.<br />
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Walking to their bedroom, she grabbed the linen hamper, circling through the rooms on that floor to grab what needed washing, taking it to the basement. Nothing, not even a mysterious stranger could disrupt her routine. Moving clothes from the washer to the dryer, she then fed more dirty clothes into the washer. If she timed it right, she‘d have all their laundry done by midnight.<br />
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Life had become regimented for Kelly and therefore tolerable; grocery store after work at the beginning of the week, housework on Friday, visiting on Saturday, outings on Sunday. Monday she’d start all over again, cooking for the week, visiting her children when she could in the afternoon, often lingering over their kitchen tables long after she should’ve been home. Getting things done, being organized; that was what mattered to her. Having every area of her life under control was what brought her anxiety-ridden thoughts into submission.<br />
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Their six children lived locally. Augie, Jr., twins Ben and Lisa, Ken, Reggie, and Alice. Two were married with children of their own; they lived in houses and apartments spread around town. Proud of her children, she and Steve had worked hard to educate them, and they were all employed in some form.<br />
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Running up the stairs with a basket full of folded laundry, she yelped when she opened the door, Steve standing in the kitchen surprising her.<br />
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“You scared me. Who was it?” she asked, taking the laundry back to their bedroom.<br />
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Not answering, he followed her.<br />
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“I’m going to drive him to his hotel so he doesn’t have to wait for a cab,” he said, picking up his wallet and money clip off the dresser.<br />
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“Who is he?” she asked again, making his and hers piles on their bed.<br />
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He didn’t answer again, and Kelly turned to look at him.<br />
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“Steve, who is it?”<br />
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“The son of a friend,” he said. “I’ll be gone about an hour. Do you want anything while I’m out?”<br />
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It was so odd, him leaving like that on a Friday night; she was concerned only from the standpoint that he’d be safe and nothing else. She didn’t distrust him, certainly. There was no reason not to trust him.<br />
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“No, I can’t think of anything. Are you okay?”<br />
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Taking a moment to really look at him, he was as white as a sheet. “What’s going on?”<br />
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He went to her, took her by the shoulders, kissing her forehead, so out of character; she knew something was terribly wrong. Steve hadn’t kissed her in months.<br />
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“I’ll get the full story from him on our way into town. I’ll have my cell phone if you decide you need anything.”<br />
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She thought, what would I need?<br />
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“Hurry back,” she said, concerned.<br />
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Trying to think what friend had a son who’d show up on a doorstep at ten at night, no one came to mind. Steve was a pipefitter, and the shop where he worked had almost a zero turnover. When he retired in one more year, it would be the first opening they’d have in almost fifteen years. She knew everyone he worked with, and his friend-pool, although she could hardly say they were friends, was made up of other pipe-fitters. They’d all worked together since they were kids. Could it be a son of someone from work? She picked up the phone, wanting to speculate with her sister. It was almost eleven, but she knew Karen would still be up, running the vacuum.<br />
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“What did the man look like?” Karen asked.<br />
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“He might have been Hispanic or Asian,” Kelly said. “Foreign. Tall. Black hair, high cheek bones, almond eyes. I couldn’t really tell because the light is dim on the porch and it was late. Anyway, like no one I know. Maybe late thirties.”<br />
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“Well, you’d better text me the minute he comes back because now I won’t sleep. I’m getting ready to take my shot so you know I’ll be up for a while.”<br />
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Kelly laughed heartily. Karen had a shot of vodka nightly, and Kelly’s concern for her sister’s liver was a running dialogue.<br />
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“Your husband will drink a six pack tonight. How good can that be for his liver?” Karen said. “Pour another glass of wine. You deserve it.”<br />
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“That’s not a bad idea,” she said, going to the fridge. “I’m going to do it right now.” She took the bottle out and poured a healthy glass of wine. “Okay, I’m all set. Thank you for listening.”<br />
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“Don’t forget to text me,” Karen said.<br />
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“I won’t. It might be late. He said an hour but who knows,” Kelly said.<br />
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She’d polish the furniture while drinking the wine.<br />
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“I’ll talk to you later,” she said.<br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Unconditional Surrender & Crescent Moon</span><br />
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Nothing could drag Kristen McConnell back to re-enacting. Nothing, except the wedding of her best friend. Maybe Creed Graham wouldn’t attend the 150th Battle of the Wilderness. Maybe she wouldn’t see him even if he was.<br />
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When Creed discovered Civil War reenacting, he knew it held everything he loved: history, horses, sleeping under the stars, guys drinking beer by the campfire. There was nothing better. Then he met Kirsten McConnell. And she ruined everything for him.<br />
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The Wilderness held his salvation. He knew she would return after three long years. This time he would erase her from his heart for good.<br />
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While the Battle of the Wilderness rages in explosions of cannon fire, Kirsten can no longer avoid Creed. Will they continue their war or will there be an Unconditional Surrender?
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Where else in the entire world but at a reenactment could one cross the lines of history, camp near a forest and go shopping at the same time? She marveled at the people in period clothing as they browsed through the shops—a 19th century shopping mall made of canvas tents. Thousands of men, women and children wandered through the tents for items made especially for reenactors.<br />
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But as the pounding hooves on the dirt road grew closer, her heart mimicked their thunder. She wiped the perspiration from her quivering hands onto her skirt.<br />
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Get it over with. You’ll be anticipating him to be on every horse you hear or see. On the other hand, if she could avoid him for the weekend, she wouldn’t have to address the problems that plagued her so long.<br />
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Yet, if she came face-to-face with him again, she might be disappointed. Could it be that only his memory caused her heart to flutter? Impulse drove her to the edge of the sutler’s tent. Hiding behind the rows of Confederate butternut jackets hanging at the edge of the tent so he wouldn’t see her, she peeked over the clothes as the tide of Yankee blue surged upon her. She glanced from face to face, searching for the one who made her anticipating heart threaten to burst from her body.<br />
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The snake-like column drew to an end. No Creed. Relief overcame curiosity, and she glided from her hiding place.<br />
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Then, as if the devil played with her heart, he appeared at the tail of the procession. Their eyes met. He squinted through the dust at her. Beneath his slouch hat, a frown creased his forehead, and his teeth clenched.<br />
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Recognition. Yes, he recognized her, and she recognized something also. If she ever doubted, she appreciated that he was still the most handsome man in the world, at least to her. Steeling herself, Kirsten faced the man she would love forever.<br />
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As he neared, she recalled his tousled hair when he woke at her side and how his original declaration of love caused her to sob so hard she couldn’t answer. Most of all, she remembered the look in his eyes as they glowed with desire.<br />
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Yet today was different, not just because they already had loved each other or because he proposed and she accepted. Her heart still trembled as it had every time she looked at him, but today was different mainly because a young boy, perhaps two years old, sat before him on the saddle. The child was a close duplicate of Creed from his black hair covered with a Yankee kepi to the boots on his tiny feet. He looked up at Creed with a smile and adoration.<br />
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When Celine St. Pierre is murdered under the canopy of oaks on St. Charles Avenue, questions arise about this New Orleans sainted woman, and Assistant District Attorney Claressa Dupré vows to find the answers. Top of her list of suspects is the sexy Texan, West Morgan, IV.<br />
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Wealthy oil baron Weston Morgan, IV, arrived in New Orleans on a mission to return to Texas what Celine St. Pierre stole from him and his family. But the woman’s death throws a monkey wrench in the works and pins him as the top suspect in the murder investigation. Further complicating his life is the beautiful but determined Clarissa Dupré, whom he can’t seem to get close enough to or far enough from.<br />
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As the investigation spirals out of control, Clarissa and Morgan find that nothing is simple in The Big Easy.<br />
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The evidence against West Morgan in Celine St. Pierre’s death practically stuffed the valise she carried. Yet she lacked the most important: motive. Why had Morgan come to New Orleans? Why had he killed Celine? What circumstances had driven him to murder? Not that she needed a motive, but she’d learned juries preferred it.<br />
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Astonishingly, his attorneys had asked to meet with her.<br />
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“Mr. Morgan.” She glanced up from her notes. Eyes cold, calculating, and conceited gazed back at her through hooded lids. Celine St. Pierre hadn’t stood a chance.<br />
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“Didn’t you?” She glanced at the three attorneys, and suddenly she envisioned the three monkeys: see, hear, and speak no evil. “Then prove it to me.”<br />
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Removing the Stetson, he threaded his fingers through his hair. “Hell, Honey, I don’t have to. Remember? I’m innocent until you prove otherwise.”<br />
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“Mr. Morgan, you agreed to answer some questions.”<br />
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Glancing back at the note pad where she had listed the questions, she proceeded. “Why did you sell more than half of your assets before you came to New Orleans?”<br />
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He sat in the hard wooden chair at the end of the table, like a corporate giant ruling his boardroom. Crossing one leg over the other, he rested his ankle on his knee and his Stetson on the table. His long legs appeared to go on forever.<br />
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She asked again, “Why did you sell off your assets?”<br />
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“I’ve been to New Orleans before,” he said, and Claressa inched forward, anticipating his answer, the last puzzle piece. “Knowing your city’s reputation, I didn’t want to carry that much cash on me.”<br />
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Smart aleck. “And why would you need that much money during your visit?” At least this cowboy didn’t spurt four-letter words at her. Or lunge for her throat. Not yet, anyway.<br />
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Thankful for the civil atmosphere, she took a deep breath and a different route. “How long have you known Celine St. Pierre?”<br />
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“Mr. Morgan, why did you kill Mrs. St. Pierre?”<br />
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“I’m successful. I’m rich. Why would I have to kill someone?”<br />
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“Rich people kill all the time. Don’t you read the news? Why would you kill Mrs. St. Pierre? What’s the connection?”<br />
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Patricia Charles remembers going to the public library when she was a small child. The library was only a block away. Because she was too young to cross the street alone, her older brother reluctantly volunteered to take her. Of course, she wouldn’t let him carry her books. She was a big girl. She had so many books she had to balance them with her chin, and she cried when she had to return them. Books have been in her life as long as she can remember.<br />
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Her love of books eventually lead her to the theatre. She has a Master’s of Arts in Drama and Communication and a Master’s of Library and Information Sciences. Naturally, she is a librarian, a medical librarian.<br />
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Patricia lives on the Gulf Coast, having moved there from New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. Frodo, her large 16-pound Pomeranian, likes to lick her feet while she writes.<br />
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A trek through the mountains to Iran--with her baby, her puppy, her secrets, and the man she must never love.<br />
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Two years ago, abandoned, despondent, and pregnant, Olivia was pressured into letting her sister and her sister’s husband, the sultan of Behruz, adopt her baby and pretend he’s their natural child. Her sister died soon after the baby was born, so Olivia has been able to raise her son after all. The sultan lets her stay in the palace, but if she ever reveals the baby’s true parentage, he’ll make sure she never sees the child again.<br />
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Now rebellion threatens the country. And the baby’s real father, Rashid, has returned. He arranges for Olivia and the baby he doesn’t know is his to escape with him to Iran, traveling under cover of the nomad migration.<br />
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Can Olivia spend nights in a tent with Rashid without succumbing to the attraction that has always drawn her to him? Can she survive the trip without revealing her secret and without losing her heart to him once again?<br />
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When the meal was over, the women helped her put on her nomad costume. They wanted to do everything. Their hands were all over her, pulling at her sweater and trying to open the snap and zipper of her jeans. They giggled and exclaimed when they saw her small, pale breasts, but the biggest source of delight turned out to be her lacy briefs. She was relieved when they covered her with the new clothes.<br />
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“This reminds me of a wedding,” Fatima said when they all stepped out of the tent. “When a Qashami girl gets married, the women all help her dress in her wedding clothes and then they escort her to her husband’s tent.”<br />
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Walking toward the tent of her “husband,” Olivia felt like a bride. The mantle framed her face and fell down her back like a bride’s veil, and the long skirt swayed with every step. Rashid stood in front of the tent talking to Saddiq. He was wearing a long shirt and a wool vest like those worn by the other men. Time stopped for several heartbeats when his eyes fell on Olivia. He seemed to straighten up, to become taller, and everything about him became very still.<br />
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She met his gaze boldly. The petticoats swished around her legs when she walked. She felt the swing of her arms, the sway of her hips, even the slight bounce of her breasts. All the women stood behind her, waiting for Rashid’s reaction.<br />
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“Spin around again like you did for us in the tent,” Fatima whispered to Olivia.<br />
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Rashid’s nomad clothes made him look primitive and very male. His eyes were intent on her, like the eyes of an animal watching its prey. He was motionless except for a slight quivering of his nostrils.<br />
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Olivia lifted her arms slowly, and the women stepped back away from her. Then she began the pirouette. She moved as if in a trance. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. But still the skirt rose, its colors blurring as she spun, and she felt dizzy and flushed when she stopped. She gave Rashid a smile that came from some new knowledge.<br />
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“You are a temptress,” he said in English. His eyes were dark pools that beckoned her to tempt and be tempted.<br />
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“The ladies are waiting to see what you think of their handiwork.”<br />
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He stepped toward her and reached his hand up to touch her face at her temple. Then he slid it down until it cupped the nape of her neck. A shiver of response rippled through her, but she didn’t move.<br />
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“She is very beautiful,” he said in Farsi. “The costume is perfect. She is perfect.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. The speculations and remarks of the nomads hushed. A crow cawed in the distance, and then it was silent too. She was mesmerized. She felt possessed.<br />
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Laila’s trip to Behruz, her father’s country and home of her early years, is meant to be one last adventure before she joins her dreamboat fiancé in Texas. But Behruz casts a spell on her. Her knowledge as a midwife is needed there. Serving women’s health in a country where no one talks about “such things” presents interesting challenges.<br />
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Majid, a doctor trained in the States, has returned to Behruz to serve his people. He’s ready to settle down, but because of old family wounds, American women are forbidden to him. That’s no problem until Laila walks into his clinic—with a sassy smile, a jar of semen, and a blond fiancé back home.<br />
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I grew up in Minnesota but now live in a small town in Oregon with my husband Jim. I’m a mom, grandma, wife, gardener, cat-lover, nerd, and traveler.<br />
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I’ve had a few different careers, starting with work as a systems engineer for IBM after college. Then there was my “earth-mother” stage. Jim and I had a farm in northern California where we raised kids (one of our own and several foster kids), apples, Asian pears, and raspberries. When we retired from farming and moved to Oregon (when we should have been done with the parenting thing), we added one more child, a 10-year-old girl adopted from a Russian orphanage.<br />
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Next, when our new daughter was settled into the family, I became a doula and childbirth educator. (See <a href="http://www.doulajudy.com/">www.doulajudy.com</a> and <a href="http://www.mexicanmidwives.com/">www.mexicanmidwives.com</a>) During 20 years of working as a doula, I helped 460 women in labor.<br />
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During a sabbatical from career number one (computers), I spent a year in the Middle East, traveling and camping in a Landrover. Later, Jim and I spent a year and a half in Iran working as computer engineers on a project that was meant to modernize the Iranian phone system (but was interrupted by the revolution). I based the fictional country of Behruz on Iran and Afghanistan as I knew them back then, before war and political turmoil altered both countries.<br />
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Now, at last, I’m fulfilling a lifetime dream by writing. My second romance novel, Midwife in Behruz, which will come out at the end of 2017, draws on my experience with childbirth. I’ve just started plotting the final book in what will be a trilogy of stories set in Behruz.<br />
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<strong>Book 1- Chase Me</strong><br />
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Sage McGuire had a great job she loved. All that changed in the blink of an eye when her long-time boss, Mr. Smithfield, had an accident involving an over-sized rubber band. When Mr. Smithfield’s semi-worthless son, Daniel, takes over Smithfield Laboratories Sage figures it’s time to turn her childhood dream of being a PI into reality. <br />
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After a night of unadulterated, mind-blowing sex Sage mistakes Sergeant Carter Morgan of the Portland Police Department for a serial killer and runs for the hills, but his sexy pinecone scent and black leather pants have her coming back for more. <br />
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Quirky, Private Investigator, Sage McGuire is up to her ears in trouble again in KISS ME.<br /><br />Sage has left the security of her old job, as an executive assistant to a moron, and jumped feet-first into opening McGuire Investigations. If only her boyfriend, Sergeant Carter Morgan’s big gun and cop's intuition could save Sage from being grazed by a bullet to the temple, and another trip to the emergency room when she steals back her best friend’s uncle’s pooch, Mimi, from a psychotic loan shark in her very first case.<br /><br />Carter's scary and conniving ex-girlfriend, FBI Special Agent Mia Williams, is back in town and full of trouble. Mia is determined to rekindle her relationship with Carter and she is used to getting what she wants—no matter what the cost. <br /><br />Will Sage and Carter succeed in keeping each other out of trouble while falling head-over-heels in love?<br /><br />Stay tuned for another crazy roller-coaster ride in LOVE ME – A Sage McGuire Romance.<br />
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loves reading romance, living romance, and especially loves writing about
romance. She gets no greater feeling than watching her characters come alive in
each other's arms. Most of all, she loves giving her characters the happily
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By day, Brooklyn Crenshaw goes to work and does her job. She doesn't make waves, simply follows orders and stays off the radar. Oh, and she might have a crush on WILLIAM K. BAXTER from across the hall. Each time she passes his office—with his polished name plate on the window—her gut clenches with desire at the sight of him. But he never looks up, can't possibly know who she is, and even if he did, her needs would send him running. <i>Because they always ran</i>.<br />
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Brooklyn begins to question everything. Does she continue to follow the orders of a man who hides behind technology, but is always there, or does she take a chance on the man right in front of her who’s seen her at long last? Then there is the Secret Santa who seems to know what makes Brooklyn tick. So many decisions.<br />
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The Adventures of Xavier & Vic</div>
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His dark eyes narrowed as he studied her, evidently trying to determine if she intended to obey his orders. “Consider it a test of your ability to follow my instructions and do not dare fail.”<br />
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Xavier placed his hand on her back. “Good lad. Now, if Inspector Stone received my note, his men are probably watching the exterior of your house. When this man…, let us call him Mr. GewGaw, arrives, they will no doubt insist upon sneaking up the stairs to stand ready outside the door. I’ve forewarned your impudent butler, lest we have a commotion. However, the key reason I mention this, Victor, is to warn you to remain in the closet. If Inspector Stone burst into the room, he might mistake you for the murderer. You will thus remain hidden until I retrieve you. Do you understand?”<br />
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“Good. Now not another word or you will find yourself in hell.”<br />
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Lesson one: Waiting for a criminal to show might rank the most tedious and boring occupation in the world.<br />
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Vic listened as the window opened followed by a great deal of huffing and wheezing. Finally, the sound of feet thudded onto the floor. Drawers opened and closed while someone systematically searched Aunt Maddy’s room. As time went on, Vic questioned the wisdom of her hiding place. Soon, the man would open the closet to search it as well. Vic readied herself to leap out, deciding surprise would be her best defense.<br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The McAllister Justice Series Book 1</span><br />
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Keyboard prodigy, Lexi Donovan has risen from teenage orphan of the streets to complete independence with little help along the way. When a pervert threatens her friend, she sends an anonymous message to police, leading to a firefight that leaves a cop wounded.<br />
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Detective Ethan McAllister’s well-ordered life turned upside down the day an obscure text message led to a sexual predator’s identity and arrest. Since then, Callouston PD’s finest can’t trace the elusive hacker. The latest tip leads him to a brutal mutilation and a riddle indicating the identity of the next murder victim.<br />
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The dark net houses a playground for the morally depleted and criminally insane. When Lexi discovers the killer’s digital betting arena, she finds herself centered in a cyber stalker’s crosshairs, a psychopath bearing equal talent.<br />
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Street life strengthened Lexi while toughening her protective shell, but nothing could shield her from the shrewd detective forging a path to her heart.<br />
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<i>“Digital Velocity is a fast-paced romantic suspense thriller that sophisticatedly weaves drama, excitement, grit, raw emotions and mystery. Garrett takes her readers on a journey where suspense and romance are taken up several notches as she unfolds and reveals the identity of a murderer that is on the loose. With her vivid prose, Garrett entices readers to see the bond that is brewing between Detective Ethan McAllister and his unlikely informant.”</i> <b>Michelle Tan, RT Book Reviews</b><br />
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“If God wanted you to tie the knot, he’d give you a near-death experience to better appreciate life, along with a craving for procreation. Then he’d smother your soul with the essence of venison, squirrel, frog legs, taters, and beer, to attract a likely counterpart from the sticks. No, wait. The latter has already happened, hasn’t it? Sorry.” Ethan narrowly kept his balance on the green-slicked, handmade bricks leading up the two-story, mauve-colored Victorian. If his 210-pound mass ended up sprawled on the steps, no doubt the picture would be splashed all over the precinct by noon with various unsavory captions.<br />
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“Maybe you should try it. The stick up your ass has to cause at least minor discomfort.” Larrick’s early-morning snark was a common greeting.<br />
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“Hey, I’m a <i>normal guy</i>.” Ethan glared over his shoulder.<br />
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“Still wet from our early-morning storm. Watch your step, it’s slippery.” Scanning the myriad amorphous shadows lurking in the wood line, realization struck that he and his partner were sitting ducks if a sniper perched among the loblolly pine and oak trees lining the front and side yards.<br />
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Larrick’s reply came in equal measure of soft tones. “Either that or a large flock of birds dropped in recently to help her redecorate. Great detective work.”<br />
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“Bird droppings are—”<br />
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“Are sought after for facials. Especially the Japanese Nightingale shit.”<br />
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“Are we whispering because your paranoid gut can’t assimilate food well enough to distinguish indigestion from an outside threat? This woman lives alone, gonna think we’re a couple of perverts and be liable to shoot us.”<br />
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“Word has it she’s a pacifist.”<br />
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“Fine. You’re one to talk about signs—dragging my ass to a stranger’s house at this ungodly morning hour to knock on the door and ask, ‘Lady, are you all right? We’re police detectives who received an anonymous tip you might have a hangnail. Perhaps we could lend you a pair of nail clippers?’” Derision and humor warred for dominance in Larrick’s tone, yet his sharp gaze continually scanned the perimeter in consideration of his partner’s unarticulated hunch. Yin and yang, they fit together, a clean-cut detective and his partner whose hair length had passed regulation specs weeks ago.<br />
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“You know this isn’t the first tip we’ve gotten, not to mention the fact that the other leads were solid and led to arrests. And while we’re at it, why don’t you step to the side? Standard police procedure when approaching an unknown situation.” Ethan turned sideways, standing by the door with his hand poised to knock on the solid oak. He hesitated. Moisture coated his palms, a rare occurrence. Scrutinizing the interior through the door’s narrow sidelights yielded nothing more than expected. Elegantly upholstered furniture, gleaming hardwood floors, and delicate bric-a-brac adorning the thick mantle and each side table completed the sophisticated picture. “Don’t see any problem. Maybe she’s fallen and can’t get to a phone.”<br />
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“You expected an old lady brandishing her curling iron? As for leads, I get <i>mine</i> from three-dimensional people while you get yours from a bunch of ones and zeroes. Why can’t our IT department trace your anonymous texts further than the loony bin? Though that’s probably appropriate, since your secret admirer’s last present consisted of a flower basket bigger than my TV, along with fur-lined cuffs. I’ve never laughed so hard I pissed myself. I thought that was hogwash, a myth made up by old ladies.” Larrick leaned over the iron railing to peer through the window. “Can’t see squat, bottom sill’s too high.”<br />
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“As my partner, you’re supposed to have my back, not stab me in the back. You didn’t have to broadcast it through the whole department by hanging the cuffs from the sprinkler system with a bunch of roses twined in them. Now my brothers won’t let up, and I’ve been subscribed to every kinky magazine known to the publishing world. You think <i>I</i> should know why some whacko chose me for their personal marionette?” Ethan suppressed a shudder before his partner gained more verbal ammunition. If his suspicions were correct, his informant was, in fact, a beautiful enigma with waist-length, chestnut hair and an emerald gaze capable of melting steel.<br />
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“Maybe because you were the youngest to make detective? Rising star, golden boy, and all that shit.”<br />
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“No. Probably afraid your redneck ways would rub off on them, or maybe because I’m the biggest sap.” Ethan’s gut rumbled, more of a warning sign from a well-heeled intuition than hunger. “Larrick, this doesn’t feel right.” Behind him, the slide of metal on leather let him know his partner just palmed his Glock. Three years of working together circumvented the formality of dissecting gut reactions.<br />
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A creak of leather sole betrayed Larrick’s backtracking to scrutinize the surroundings. “Side windows are lower. I’ll take a look.”<br />
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“Hood of her BMW is cold. Didn’t go anywhere recently.” Larrick’s harsh whisper halted a nearby squirrel scampering up a tree, its head cocked to one side while studying the strange human interlopers.<br />
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Sunshine warmed the first spring buds on the low shrubbery bordering the walkway to complete the idyllic setting. Nothing but peace and serenity, yet Ethan’s heart hammered against his ribcage like an aggressive punk drummer. With his partner disappearing around the corner, he again scanned the perimeter while the morning’s corrupted equanimity formed a sour wad in his chest. A lazy March breeze combed its cool fingers through his short hair while the deep foreboding received with the initial text message blossomed into multiple horrific scenarios, leaving one of them a corpse, their life’s essence forming macabre shapes on gleaming hardwood floors.<br />
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Shipwrecked! When Royce Hastings is found washed up on the shore of a verdant tropical island, he tells the natives he is a merchant headed for Mozambique. The truth, however, is far more mercenary. Noble by birth, the once favored Royce has lost his fortune and family; now he is a hired henchman on the trail of an elusive pirate. His “shipwreck” was a fake. He’ll stop at nothing to infiltrate the island and capture his prey. His mother and sisters’ lives depend on it.<br />
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Simone padded to him, pulse racing. His bed-mussed hair showed her how he’d look once he enjoyed her. She fought her urge to smooth back the strands. “Bonjour.”<br />
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He made a noise that sounded aroused.<br />
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Her heart beat faster. “Finish your bacon, please. While you eat, I should change the sheet.”<br />
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He chewed quickly, swallowed, and lifted his face.<br />
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She couldn’t imagine anything more pleasant than his mouth on hers. “You can sit in the chair while I tend the bed. Let me help you to it.” She slipped her arm around his middle.<br />
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He favored his uninjured leg, brow furrowing, breath coming hard and fast.<br />
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She stroked his bandaged thigh. “Does it hurt?”<br />
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“Bloody right it does.”<br />
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He pressed her against the wall, imprisoning her wrists, his length molded to hers. “You’re driving me mad. I can’t take any more of this. I won’t.”<br />
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He slanted his mouth over hers.<br />
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She surrendered willingly, joyously, accepting his tongue, melting into him.<br />
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His savage growl told her all she needed to know. He desired her.<br />
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She’d never been more alive.<br />
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His touch branded her soul, claiming it, marking her forever. She twisted free from his hold and wreathed her arms around his shoulders, her fingers buried in his silken hair to keep him near.<br />
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Their greedy and wild kiss turned tender and slow.<br />
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She ground her hips into his, needing to be closer.<br />
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He held her so tightly nothing could come between them.<br />
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Pleasure sped from every direction, filling her.<br />
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Forever wouldn’t have been long enough to enjoy him. His bristly cheeks rasped hers, the mild sting encouraging her to yield further. She longed to wake up each morning to him and this.<br />
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Whatever the future brought, Simone refused to dwell on loss. She’d willingly belong to him for a moment rather than have no time at all. In two or three months, she’d say good-bye. Not today.<br />
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Royce tore his mouth free and limped to the footboard, too far away from her.<br />
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“Simone.” James knocked. “Are you in there?”<br />
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“Good. Tristan wants to see you as soon as you dress. I brought a clean shirt and breeches for you.”<br />
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Simone put out her hand, stopping Royce from crossing the room. “Stay where you are. Rest your leg.” She smoothed her hair and opened the door.<br />
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James handed the clothes over. “Once Royce is dressed, I’ll escort him to the dining room.”<br />
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“I have to put a new poultice and bandage on him first.”<br />
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“No rush.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the opposite wall. “I’ll wait.”<br />
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“I should shave you.”<br />
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“Tristan’s not going to wait for that. I have to get dressed.”<br />
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“Not before I change your bandage.”<br />
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“It’s fine. Do you have a towel?”<br />
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She clasped the clothes to herself and kept her voice low. “I enjoyed our kiss, did you?”<br />
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He glanced around, then dried his face on the bedsheet. “What happened shouldn’t have.”<br />
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“Why not? I want you and you want me.”<br />
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“Give me the clothes.”<br />
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She twisted, keeping them from him. “Are you worried that someday you’ll leave? I know you will. We can enjoy each other until then.”<br />
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Her stomach cramped. “Why not?”<br />
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Thomas “Cuss” Layne has never wanted for anything, except the beautiful girl he saved so long ago. But she’s a rich girl, and he’s a biker. For years, he hasn’t had a glimpse of her. Still, he's never been able to get her out of his mind. When her life’s in danger, he rides to her rescue once again. This time, he’s determined to do what he should’ve done long ago—make her his, in every possible way.<br />
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Tiffany Hamilton has never gotten over the bad boy with the sapphire eyes and midnight hair, the boy who once saved her. She wants him—a touch, a taste—but he’s never wanted anything to do with her. It’s past time to move on. When the sexy biker barges back into her life, saving her yet again and making demands, he makes it impossible to say no to his raw magnetism. She’ll finally have everything she’s dreamed of…but will it be enough?<br />
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Movie wasn’t halfway done, and his girl had already passed out. Head on his shoulder, legs on the couch to her other side.<br />
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Smiling, he took a breath. Her head on his shoulder slipped lower. He wrapped an arm around her, turning toward her slightly until her head lay on his chest. Either he’d gotten good at doing that or she was a heavy sleeper. Probably the latter, not once when he carried her to bed had she woken.<br />
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She let out a small sigh and burrowed into him.<br />
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He loved that. She did it a lot, and every time she did it, it made him feel like he had the world in the palm of his hands. Maybe not his hands, but he definitely had the world sleeping against his chest.<br />
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His gaze slid from her face to her hair. He threaded his fingers through it. So soft. So thick. He spared a glance at the television and realized he missed an important plot point. Now, he was lost. Nothing new. He never paid much attention to the movie once she dozed off. He just sat there and watched her sleep. Often, he ran his hand through her hair like he was then. Every once in a while, he looked to the screen. And when he did, he remembered the movie would be over soon, and then, he’d have to force himself to stop staring at her, carry her to bed, and head home.<br />
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Worse part of the night, heading home.<br />
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He hated it, hated leaving her.<br />
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Her eyes narrowed, but she kept her cool, speaking low and calmly. “Go to hell, <i>Cuss</i>. I don’t need saving especially from you.”<br />
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The muscle in his jaw jumped. Breathing heavily, each of his breaths hit her face. “Want me to count all the times you needed me?”<br />
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Would he? Even the thought sprung tears to her eyes. Truth, she didn’t know if he would. As good a man she knew him to be, he also shut her out of his life.<br />
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She wouldn’t stand there and find out. She turned on her heel.<br />
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He snaked his arm around her waist, tugged her to him until her back pressed against his chest. Then he lifted her off the ground.<br />
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The warmth of his body consumed her. Her body, betraying her, molded against his. She forgot why she was angry, why she had every right to be.<br />
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She had to focus, had to remember. “You want to let Blaze, Rake, and everyone who walks by know if it hadn’t been for you, I could’ve been raped, twice? Or no, three times, if you count my stalker.” Her voice trembled.<br />
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His whole body tensed. If she hadn’t felt his heart pounding against her, she would’ve thought it’d stopped beating he was so still.<br />
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“Fine. Be a dick. I needed you then…”<br />
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His arm around her waist tightened, leaving her without breath. Simultaneously, he covered her mouth with the other, muffling her words. “Shut it, Tiff. Fuckin’ shut it before I lose my shit,” he whispered against her ear, voice low and laced in rage.<br />
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When the perfect life Alyssa Holden planned turns out to be a life of lies, she runs to her brother, the only person she can trust. She has no idea she’s running straight into a world of badass bikers who live and ride by their own rules. One tatted rebel in particular calls to her wilder side, and while everything in her draws her toward him, every experience she’s had with men warns her away.</div>
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Jace Warren is doing what he’s done his whole life—trying to survive, making the best with what he’d been given. The only life that makes sense after the military is Hell Ryder’s Motorcycle Club, but the sweet innocence of his army buddy's sister promises a different life, one a man like him can only dream of. Problem is, being his MC brother’s sister puts her off limits. Hard as it is, he keeps his distance. Then she kisses him, and all bets are off.</div>
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As a child, her greatest aspiration was to become a writer. She read often, kept a journal and wrote countless poems. She attended Florida International University and graduated in 2008 with a Bachelors in Communications. During her senior year, she interned at NBC Miami, WTVJ. Following the internship, she was hired and worked in the News Department for three years.</div>
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Jilted at the alter, Ethan Sheppard finally got a dog. And he loves their bonding trips to the dog park. He's also the secret cartoonist whose drawings poke fun at the city leadership and might hurt the mayor's chances at reelection.<br />
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Jake pulled eagerly at his leash, his long tail whipping in the air as they neared the park entrance. Swinging the gate open just enough to allow them through, Ethan unhooked the leash, releasing Jake. With a bark, he was gone, racing to join his canine pals.<br />
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“And what about you, Ethan? What do you love in the morning?”<br />
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“Remi!” She whispered fiercely to the little dog, who was having a delightful time, barking over his shoulder at her. She pressed the phone back up. “No, Adam, I agree we have to stay on schedule with this project. Any delay now could be disastrous. Tessa, come on! Yes, I have a meeting tomorrow with Mr. King and I should have some solid answers then.” She lowered the phone, eyes cutting into the dog. “Remi!” She slapped the phone back to her ear. “What? No, everything’s just fine, why do you ask? Where am I? Oh, out enjoying one of the offerings of our fine community. It’s such a pleasant morning, I thought why not, right?” She offered a strained chuckle.<br />
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April Sanders is beautiful and educated. She’s also a chauffeur. Her elite client list is quite extensive, and Jason Rowe is one of them.<br />
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From the moment he lays eyes on her, he tries to gain her attention, but unlike the other women he’s encountered, she isn’t impressed. Imagine his surprise when he learns she’s been hired to drive exclusively for the family.<br />
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Remaining the dedicated professional, April rejects Jason’s advances. That is until she receives the approval of the family matriarch. Her life will never be the same.<br />
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When a business deal goes sour between Jason and a competitive business associate, April gets caught in the crossfire. After a series of suspicious and ominous incidents threaten the Rowes’ inner circle, Jason’s possessive and protective nature knows no bounds where Ms. Sanders is concerned.<br />
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The Rowe’s are powerful and have powerful connections. When a member of the family is wounded, there’s no stopping the force behind them.<br />
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“Listen, Kyle, she’s beautiful, okay? But there can’t be anything between us. She’s an employee, and we come from different worlds.”<br />
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“You’re right. You come from the silver spoon variety. April comes from the salt of the earth kind that uses her college degree for the betterment of society by teaching underprivileged children and adults at the center three weekends a month, and after work, if she has the spare time.”<br />
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“What? What did you say?”<br />
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“For some reason, she likes to drive snobs around and be treated like pond scum, like the guy she was working for before she came to us.”<br />
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“What do you mean? Did he treat her badly?”<br />
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“Emily says that guy felt her up any chance he got until Sam threatened him,” he explains, leaning against the workbench. “But that didn’t last very long, and he was back at it about two weeks later.”<br />
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“<i>Again with this, Sam!</i>” I say to myself.<br />
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“What’s so funny now?”<br />
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“You should hear what she calls you.” He bends over in a full belly-laugh, and now I’m really pissed.<br />
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“What?” I ask, rolling my eyes, taking his bait. “What does she call me?”<br />
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“Oh, no. Emily swore me to secrecy. But I will tell you it was given to you the day she took you and Kate to the airport.” His hand smacks the counter before he bends over in laughter again.<br />
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“You better fucking tell me, Kyle.”<br />
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“I gotta go. I promised Emily a phone call tonight.”<br />
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He starts to leave but stops at the door, turns to me and bursts out laughing again.<br />
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The day she took me to the airport? What could it be? I was a perfect gentleman. While I’m racking my brain, trying to figure out what it could be, I hear a ruckus from the backyard. Someone is shouting outside.<br />
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“<i>Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?</i>”<br />
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What’s he doing quoting Shakespeare?<br />
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<i>By any other name would smell as sweet.</i>”<br />
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“What the fuck are you doing, Kyle?”<br />
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“<i>Oh, Romeo, Romeo</i>,” he says again before he goes into the house—laughing, of course.<br />
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I shake my head at his antics, and then it hits me like a load of bricks.<br />
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“Romeo? She calls me Romeo?”<br />
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I run up the stairs with the sole purpose of clobbering my brother when I pass my giggling mother on the landing.<br />
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“This is going to be fun,” she says.<br />
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I stop in my tracks and turn toward her. “What did you just say, Mother?”<br />
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“<i>Mom, Romeo hit me!</i>” <br />
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Morgan Pottinger is counting the days until graduation. Her plans are to leave small town Kentucky and never look back. As she starts her senior year at Persimmon College, she finds herself the object of Nate Stevenson’s affections. Despite her spaz-like tendencies, Nate makes it clear he wants her. Morgan cannot resist the sexy, intelligent guy that keeps her on her toes and ties her up in knots.<br />
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There’s just one problem. Morgan needs to break up with her hometown boyfriend before pursuing anything with Nate. A series of catastrophes back home continuously interfere with her attempts to end the relationship. At this rate, she’ll be married to the loser by March and Nate will be just another casualty in the disaster that is her life. Lucky for Morgan, Nate’s much smarter than she is.<br />
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“Whiskey? Damnit, Nate. I thought you were smart. That was bourbon. There is a difference. If you want to be friends with anyone from the state of Kentucky, it’s kind of an unwritten law that you know this.”<br />
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“Then I’d better figure it out if I want to be your friend?”<br />
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She has no idea how friendly I want to be. She’s lucky I haven’t tackled her to the ground yet.<br />
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“Yep.”<br />
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“What if I don’t want to be your friend?”<br />
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“Then, by all means, keep screwing this up,” she laughs.<br />
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When she notices that I’m not laughing with her, her face blanks.<br />
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Morgan clears her throat. “Not funny?” she asks.<br />
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I shake my head no. For the first time, there’s an awkward silence between us.<br />
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“You don’t want to be my friend?” Her voice is small. I need to be careful that I don’t push her too far.<br />
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I shake my head again and she grimaces.<br />
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“Oh. Wow. Well, then maybe I shouldn’t be here,” she stands up and takes a step towards the door. I think I hurt her feelings, which wasn’t my intention.<br />
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“I broke up with Taylor,” I announce to her back. Morgan freezes in place.<br />
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I stand up and move close. I’m only inches from her when I say, “It wasn’t fair to her, so I ended it.”<br />
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Morgan exhales and her head tilts forward.<br />
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“What wasn’t fair, Nate?”<br />
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“Turn around and I’ll tell you.”<br />
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She hesitates and my instinct is to grab her and force her to look at me. But that’s not how I envisioned this, so I force myself to be patient.<br />
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Slowly, she turns. Her eyes are still on the floor. Is she afraid of what she’ll see when she looks at me?<br />
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I wait her out. A few seconds go by, but it feels like minutes. Finally, she raises her head and meets my gaze. I had intended to talk it out with her, but the look in her eyes is more than I could have hoped for.<br />
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The jolt of lust and emotion I feel when she looks at me, with such longing, is my undoing. I do what I’ve wanted to do since she flashed me in the Harrelson Building.<br />
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I grab Morgan and pull her flush with my body while at the same time backing her up against the wall. Every cell in my body is awake. Because of her.<br />
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I’m not gentle. A primal instinct inside me wants to own this girl. And I will. The second our lips touch, I know I’ll never be the same.<br />
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Cass Alexander is the pen name of a Southern born and bred public school teacher. Her brother, who insists she address him as, The Prince of Darkness, gave her the nom de plume after warning her that her book’s content may scar her sons for life.<br />
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She’s a connoisseur of fine humor, hilarious insults, and all things chocolate, preferably dark (like her humor). Oh, and wine. Let’s not forget the wine. Cass also enjoys running. It’s become crucial to her survival, due to her consumption of wine and chocolate.<br />
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Cass’s mission in life is to spread the love and the laughter, goodness knows it’s needed. It’s why she wrote The Persimmon Series.<br />
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She and her family now reside in the Midwest, where hardly anyone other than Cass says the words, y’all and holler.<br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The Mommy Detectives series, book 1</span><br />
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Sunni Wilson, child-wrangler extraordinaire, thought raising twin preschoolers and a teenager was the hardest thing she’d ever do, but that was before she joined the local moms’ group and plunged headfirst into life-threatening hijinks.<br />
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A shady character, suspicious packages, and a kidnapped aunt are only the beginning when the moms decide to take the law into their own hands to stop the drug dealers infiltrating their town.<br />
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Join Sunni and her friends through the joys of motherhood, kooky neighbors, and hair-raising adventures to find the ones threatening all the group holds dear…their families.<br />
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“Wasn’t your niece supposed to pick us up?”<br />
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“She was and she’s never late. I wonder what happened.” Before Aunt Marie could call Sunni, Kristi pulled up to the sidewalk with a screech in her SUV.<br />
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“Hop in. Did the guy already leave that we’re supposed to follow?” Kristi asked through the open window.<br />
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“He’s over there, but it looks like he’s about to leave.” Carolina pointed to Zach as he got in a Monte Carlo from the ‘90s that was a goldish color.<br />
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Aunt Marie got in next to Kristi’s two daughters while Carolina took the front seat.<br />
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“Do you really think we should follow him?” Aunt Marie asked uncertain since he'd been so nice to her.<br />
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“I’ve never followed someone before, but we don’t want to lose him if that is the plan.” Kristi responded pulling in directly behind him at the stop sign.<br />
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“Come on, that was the plan we had before, but no more fast driving or he’ll know you’re following him.” Carolina urged motioning toward the disappearing vehicle.<br />
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“All right, but where’s Sunni?” Aunt Marie gave in with many reservations.<br />
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“Flynn actually managed to get a rock stuck in his ear so they are at the emergency room having it removed. She called me, but I had to pick up the girls from school and race over here. I barely made it on time.” Kristi glanced over her shoulder at Aunt Marie, “Didn’t she call you?”<br />
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“Aw crap. I had the phone on silent during bingo.” She started digging through her purse for the silent phone.<br />
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A sudden stop, caused her to grab hold of the seat in front of her for support.<br />
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“Blast it.” Kristi muttered as the gold car made it through the red light and several cars got in between them.<br />
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“Hey, Kristi it’s okay. We should let a few cars be around him so he won’t know we are following him. Don’t change lanes when he does unless he’s turning somewhere.” Aunt Marie cautioned.<br />
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“I watched some videos last night on the art of surveillance and how not to be spotted by your prey. Since he’s seen us and kind of knows who we are then we have to be extra careful.” The buzzing of her phone interrupted Aunt Marie’s lesson.<br />
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“Sunni, is Flynn okay?” She placed her finger in her ear to block out the noise from the two women arguing how far back they should stay now that they were in a residential area.<br />
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“He’s fine except for the rock stuck in his ear. We’re just waiting for the nurse to call us back so they can it taken out safely. I’ll call you back once we’ve seen the doctor to find out how the surveillance is going.”<br />
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Aunt Marie didn’t have a chance to ask anything else because Sunni had stopped listening to the phone and was trying to keep Flynn from kicking the soda machine to make a free soda come out. Aunt Marie hung up to concentrate on the drama in the car.<br />
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“He’s stopping at that house on the left. Drive by and we will circle the block to find a place to park.”<br />
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“Duck everyone.” Carolina cried out as they started to pass where Zach parked.<br />
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“Carolina! We’ve talked about this before. No yelling in the car unless someone is actively shooting at us.” Kristi admonished taking the corner on two wheels as she began to hurry so they wouldn’t miss anything that Zach did.<br />
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Kristi expertly parked between two vehicles so that she was facing the street with what they assumed was Zach’s house. It was just two house to the left of the street they were on and they had a full view of everything that went on in the yard. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice her vehicle just around the corner because, Carolina could get really loud at times.<br />
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“Girls, I feel bad spying on him. He really helped me out with my panic attack today. He was a gentleman.” Aunt Marie protested now that they were parked and she had a chance to regain her equilibrium from their crazy three mile chase.<br />
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“That is what this whole exercise is about. We will find out if he is selling drugs and if the sweet old woman in his clutches needs to be rescued we can help her.”<br />
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Alathia is celebrating the arrival of her fourth book and the first in this series.<br />
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Alathia is known to those around her for having an a long time love affair/obsession with Dr. Pepper, she has asked to be buried with a can so that it never runs out in the after life. Always bossy, she uses her mothering instincts to help others and share awareness of abuse in child and domestic situations.<br />
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A B.S. in History and English gave wings to her vivid imagination in book form. A supportive and loving husband has given her the chance to make her dreams a reality. Their three daughters and three dogs keep her busy while writing is a great way for her to wind down and destress.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Do you enjoy reading and getting to know the authors who create your fictional worlds? Use this coloring book to fulfill your artistic side and relax while adding to your “To Be Read” list. </span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Take this coloring book to events—have the author sign their page, color the page, then pick up the e-book or the paperback and see what all the fuss is about. </span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">With easy-to-follow QR links to the featured books, as well as the authors’ websites, this is the ultimate reference for the “must read” books of the year.</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Be on the lookout for future volumes as you color for a cause. Each volume will help support a different charity. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">Between them, they have worked on some of the most amazing titles on the shelves since 2010. They want to share their love of books with you in this coloring book.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">Each two-page spread contains a coloring page showcasing the author’s book, as well as the book description. We have included easy-to-navigate QR Codes to aid in purchasing the book or stalking the author.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">Grab your fancy pencils and a glass of wine and prepare yourself to spend a relaxing time putting your artistic spin on some of the most beloved titles on the market.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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After being blindsided with infidelity and financial devastation, recently widowed Linda has sworn off men forever. Nearing middle age, her dream of retiring early from the airlines is no longer within reach, so, she retreats into the world of battery operated boyfriends to deal with the stress. When the one purchase Linda counts on for a long haul flight to Paris backfires, she passes away suddenly… from a conniption fit, of all things!<br />
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It’s Halloween and I’m packing for Paris. Before getting all excited for me, let me explain. Yes, it is Paris, but I’m a flight attendant and this is my job. The trip is not for pleasure, but the contents in the package I’m waiting for will insure my trip is full of pleasure anyway. The kind of pleasure that doesn’t cheat on you, doesn’t break your heart, and doesn’t leave you wallowing in debt. More about that later…<br />
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The grandfather clock in the den rings its familiar Big Ben chime. It’s straight up twelve noon. At the same time, the ding dong of the doorbell sounds and I rush to answer it. Left eye closed, I squint and peer through the peephole. My heart skips a beat at the sight of the younger-than-me UPS dude on the other side of the door. Tanned and muscular, he looks damn hot in those dark brown shorts. Tucked under his arm is a little brown package. He’s writing on his clipboard while I watch with excitement. When I don’t open the door, he grabs the knocker and gives it three loud repetitive raps which startle me into action. He’s pleasant when I answer.<br />
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“Afternoon, ma’am. I have a package for a…” he glances at his board, “…Linda White. It needs a signature.”<br />
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My cheeks splitting from my huge smile, I gush, “I’m Linda White.”<br />
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He extends the clipboard and smiles back. “All righty, then. Sign on the dotted line, Ms. White, and this baby is all yours.”<br />
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In a flash my signature is scribbled on the document. Heart beating in anticipation now that this little beauty is in my possession, my foot closes the door while I’m thinking, Honey, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. Back braced against the door, I take a deep breath. Ordered weeks ago, I am dying to meet my new travel companion, BOB.<br />
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After dashing to the kitchen, I slice open the top of the package with a paring knife. My G-Spot stimulator is calling to me! I’ve timed this purchase, and was assured delivery would be made before five p.m. today. I’d even been tracking the package online all week in my anticipation. This was going to be a long haul flight, and I wasn’t looking forward to tackling it without some kind of relief.<br />
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The small box packed inside bubble wrap has the item color checked as ‘black’. I’d ordered hot pink, so I grab my glasses to read the label closer. My blood pressure rises when I see that what I’ve received is not my G-spot stimulator, “guaranteed to make you squirt with pleasure,” but, rather, a butt plug.<br />
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Fast forward forty-seven years. Bonnie unexpectedly passes after a night of hot sex and is whisked up to Purgatory, ‘The Green Room’ as they call it. Bonnie’s best friend meets her at the pearly green gates and the fun begins, from body sculpting to channeling.<br />
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JD Frettier is the nom de plume of USA Today Bestselling Author Jennifer Theriot. Being a child of the 1960s and Woodstock era, she was elated when a quirky couple spoke to her, requesting their love story be told. It was an offer she couldn’t refuse, so she decided to venture into the world of paranormal via 'channeling' with her debut novella, Desperately Seeking Sixty-Nine. JD’s laptop and mind are now open to new characters. She’s already interviewed and selected one for the next installment of her Green Room Chronicles....so stay tuned!<br />
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/0bU01">Love and Angels by Kris Hack</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/x4Ctv">Mystic Wolves by Elle Boon</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/lPuow"></a><a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/lPuow">No Ordinary Fairy by Claire Davon</a><br />
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<a href="https://instafreebie.com/free/uiBq2">Primal Honeymoon by Olivia Harp</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/lm9kR"></a><a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/lm9kR">Sorcha’s Heart by Debbie Mumford</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/mjcrl">Taste by Mary E. Twomey</a></div>
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<a href="http://dl.bookfunnel.com/ai4o7kz5xa">Taken for the Alien Prince by Ruth Anne Scott</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/IfHXj">To Catch A Killer by Amelia Wilson</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/lAzJm">The Dragon’s Passion by K.T Stryker</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/M3LAZ">The Last Wedding at Drayhome (Breens Mist Witches) by Aileen Harkwood</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/bH0q4">The Promise by C.E. Wilson</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/uckoA">Traces of Poppy by Decadent Kane</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/aVY7zXKGrFJmh7Q9v221ezeQfRzFNX">Undraland by Mary E. Twomey</a><br />
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<a href="https://instafreebie.com/free/A2yu2">Viper by Patricia A. Rasey</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><u><b>Contemporary Romance</b></u></span></div>
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/4uv3j">Alter Ego by Starla Harris</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/dfr5R">Any Blooming Thing by Marisa Logan</a><br />
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<a href="https://instafreebie.com/free/Z4QDq">Before the Leap by Liz Isaacson</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/bGeCQ">Billionaire’s Protest by Kira Blakely</a><br />
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<a href="https://instafreebie.com/free/A7Iwe">Crazy Beautiful by Jessica Serra Huizenga</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/2iqmC">Ellie’s Encounter by Caitlyn Lynch</a><br />
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<a href="http://dl.bookfunnel.com/1p6he2v0l7">Gushed by R.R. Banks</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/SOrjI">Lexi’s Chance by Constance Phillips</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/ZE2f9">Life’s Second Chances by Anne Stone</a></div>
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<a href="https://instafreebie.com/free/MbGsC">Love Me by Bronwen Evans</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/jSTRZ">Numbers Game by Nicole Casey</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/jZCcu">Perilous Passions by Ashlee Price</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/Y9BZK">Playing With Fire by Suzie Nelson</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/VAP1C">Returning for Valentine’s by Victoria Pinder</a><br />
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<a href="https://instafreebie.com/free/eXZUi">Showing Him Who’s Boss (Complete Box Set) by Sharon Cummin</a></div>
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<a href="https://dl.bookfunnel.com/2x96bdgy07">Summer Ever After by M.C. Cerny</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/T5Tz9">Tapping The Bad Boy by Lauren Wood</a> </div>
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<a href="https://dl.bookfunnel.com/11fsi26y7n">The Fix by Sylvie Stewart</a><br />
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<a href="https://dl.bookfunnel.com/1hd2ryszk0">Winter Arrives by Roz Marshall</a> <br />
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/r1u9A">Bad Things Happen by Celia Fay</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/GLWWM">Chosen: Part One by Josie Litton</a><br />
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<a href="https://instafreebie.com/free/yGfSh">Beachcomber Investigations by Stephanie Queen</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/RphFh">Being Nobody- book 1 in The Witness Series by H. D’Agostino</a><br />
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<a href="https://instafreebie.com/free/7RN6U">Elegantly Denim by Tee Smith</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.instafreebie.com/free/qJTx0">Flawless Mistake by Rachel Wood</a><br />
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<a href="http://dl.bookfunnel.com/h1da818imd">Secrets & Lies by Elleby Harper</a>
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<a href="http://nicolemorganauthor.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Nicole Morgan</a> <a href="http://nicolemorganauthor.blogspot.com/">http://nicolemorganauthor.blogspot.com</a><br />
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<a href="http://tarahscottromanceauthor.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Tarah Scott</a> <a href="http://tarahscottromanceauthor.blogspot.com/">http://tarahscottromanceauthor.blogspot.com/</a></div>
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<a href="https://kayelleallen.com/" target="_blank">Kayelle Allen</a> <a href="https://kayelleallen.com/">https://kayelleallen.com/</a></div>
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<a href="http://authorcharmainegordon.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Charmaine Gordon</a> <a href="http://authorcharmainegordon.wordpress.com/">http://authorCharmaineGordon.wordpress.com</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.sherrihayesauthor.com/blog.html" target="_blank">Sherri Hayes</a> <a href="http://www.sherrihayesauthor.com/blog.html">http://www.sherrihayesauthor.com/blog.html</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.trevannrogers.com/living_after_midnight_blog/" target="_blank">Trevann Rogers</a> <a href="http://www.trevannrogers.com/living_after_midnight_blog/">http://www.trevannrogers.com/living_after_midnight_blog/</a></div>
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<a href="http://blog.danitaminnis.com/2017/03/dark-love-rising-mfrw-blog-hop-2/" target="_blank">Danita Minnis</a> <a href="http://blog.danitaminnis.com/2017/03/dark-love-rising-mfrw-blog-hop-2/">http://blog.danitaminnis.com/2017/03/dark-love-rising-mfrw-blog-hop-2/</a></div>
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<a href="http://laurahaleymcneil.com/" target="_blank">Laura Haley-McNeil</a> <a href="http://laurahaleymcneil.com/">http://laurahaleymcneil.com/</a></div>
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<a href="http://danihaviland.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Dani Haviland</a> <a href="http://danihaviland.blogspot.com/">http://danihaviland.blogspot.com/</a></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>THE KRONICLES OF KORTHLUNDIA series</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Books 1-3</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">by Jamie Marchant</span></div>
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The crown princess Samantha fears she’s mad; no one but she sees colors glowing around people. The peasant Robrek Angusstamm believes he’s a demon; animals speak to him, and his healing powers far outstrip those of his village’s priests. Despite their fears, their combined powers make them the goddess’s choice to rule the kingdom of Korthlundia. Samantha’s ability enables her to discern a person’s character through their multi-colored aura, and Robrek’s makes him the strongest healer the kingdom has seen in centuries. But their gifts also endanger their lives. Royals scheme to usurp the throne by marrying or killing Samantha, and priests plot to burn Robrek at the stake. Robrek escapes the priests only to be captured by Samantha’s arch-enemy, Duke Argblutal; Argblutal intends to force the princess to marry him by exploiting Robrek’s powers. To save their own lives and stop the realm from sinking into civil war, Robrek and Samantha must consolidate their powers and unite the people behind them.
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The Princess Samantha sat at her dressing table and glowered at her reflection as her maids dressed her hair. She detested balls and loathed the hundreds of suitors who flocked around her, spouting empty flattery: “I have never seen a lovelier flower, Your Highness!” or “Your eyes rival the brilliance of the stars, Your Highness!” <i>If I hear that one again, I’ll vomit. It wouldn’t be quite so bad if even one of them meant it.</i> Sometimes she wished . . . . She pushed the thought away. She was the heir to the throne. She couldn’t expect romance.<br />
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“Let us be painting your face tonight, Your Highness!” Ardra begged, in her north Korthian accent. Samantha’s maid was as small and slight as the princess herself and had hair so blonde it was almost white.<br />
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“Yes, Your Highness,” Malvina chimed in. “Lady Shela’s maids said just yesterday we couldn’t possibly know our business ’cause you never wear paint.” Malvina, more of a typical Korthlundian woman, was tall and broad and not nearly as pretty as Ardra.<br />
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“Lady Shela,” Samantha snorted in disgust. Shela wore so much paint she resembled some ghastly sea creature. Samantha knew she wasn’t pretty, but she was fond of the freckles that speckled her nose and thought the emerald green brilliance of her gown set off her white skin and auburn hair beautifully. Besides being appallingly uncomfortable, paint would absolutely spoil the effect. The princess gestured toward the huge portrait that covered one wall of her bedchamber. “Do you think Danu wore paint?”<br />
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Malvina shrugged. “The Princess Danu was said to be a powerful sorceress, Your Highness. She probably didn’t need to wear paint to attract men.”<br />
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Samantha laughed bitterly, as she thought of the army of men waiting below. “I wish not wearing paint was all it took to scare them off. They say Danu never married, and see how happy she is.” </div>
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Samantha yearned for Danu’s freedom. The long-dead princess was laughing as she galloped across the fields. Danu’s auburn hair flew out behind her in the wind. The stars on the forehead and chest of her horse shone against its gorgeous coat. Samantha loved this painting, which was just as well because it was bolted to the wall and couldn’t be removed without tearing her chambers apart. She’d decorated the rest of her bedroom to match. Tapestries of horses covered the walls. Her dressing table, armoire, and large four-poster bed had horses carved into the woodwork. A quilt, embroidered with horses and stars, was spread over the bed. The mantle over her fireplace sported figurines of horses in gold, silver, jade, crystal, and precious stones. Every new ambassador added to her collection.<br />
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“Your Highness, you’ll be having to marry one of them eventually,” Ardra persisted. “The king won’t be letting you hold out forever. You are seventeen, after all. Your mother was only thirteen when she married the king.”<br />
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“You needn’t remind me, Ardra.” Samantha picked up her silver-backed brush from the dressing table. The gift from the Neaserian ambassador was inlaid with an amber Horsetad; diamonds marked the stars at its forehead and chest. She fingered it lovingly. “Do you think it’s true Danu rode a Horsetad?”<br />
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“So the bards sing of her,” Ardra said.<br />
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Malvina made an impatient noise in her throat. “And they also sing her kiss turned suitors into toads! You don’t really believe such nonsense, do you, Your Highness? Nobody can tame a Horsetad.”<br />
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“No, I suppose not,” the princess sighed wistfully, then smiled at the toads that hopped around the feet of Danu’s horse. <i>How I wish my kiss could do that!</i><br />
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The Crown Princess Samantha and Sir Robrek struggle to solidify their rule in the aftermath of the king’s murder and Duke Argblutal’s attempt to usurp the throne. They are thwarted at every turn by those who seek power for themselves and desire to prevent their marriage. Just when they think their problems are solved, a deadly curse begins to spread throughout Korthlundia and Samantha becomes pregnant. Samantha must fight off priests, enemies, and her closest advisors while Robrek discovers the reason the goddess chose him as king, to defeat the Soul Stone, a stone capable of sucking the soul out of its victims, which threatens to obliterate all life in the joined kingdoms. Their archenemy, the Bard Alvabane, awakens the Soul Stone and plans to use its power to reclaim Korthlundia for her people (a people driven out over a thousand years ago by the hero Armunn). Armunn had to sacrifice his life and soul to contain the Soul Stone. Will Robrek have to do the same? Will the young couple have only a few short months to love each other?
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At bedtime, Alvabane sat at her dressing table brushing her long hair. It had once been a bright, rich red, but it had dulled with age and was now mostly grey with only a few strands of color to remind her of what once had been. It seemed a metaphor for her life—small flashes of color to remind her of her once bright purpose.<br />
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One of those flashes, Erick, set her nightly goblet of fortified wine next to her hand. She needed the strong alcohol to dull the pain of her joints so she could sleep. Erick had served her for ten years. When her former servant had died, he’d been sent by her people, despite the fact that she’d only been a disappointment to them.<br />
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She turned to thank him, but the words died on her lips as she saw the reproach in his eyes. Alvabane turned back to her mirror. Tonight was the night of the new moon. She should have been preparing to perform the rites of the dark gods, not preparing for bed. “They have forgotten us,” Alvabane said. “The Soul Stone does not live.”<br />
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In the mirror, she saw Erick’s eyes narrow. He was not yet twenty and still had the optimism of youth. He still believed the Stone would come to life again when the gods willed it. He believed it would again be the weapon it had once been. Created in the far past by magic which had since been lost, it had been used by her people to protect themselves from the barbarians that now ran free over Korth and Lundia.<br />
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“I will perform the rites next month,” she promised, but so had she promised last month and the month before that. The stairs to the bottom of the East Tower were agony to her knees. Erick made a mewing sound, reminding her what he’d sacrificed to serve her and the dark gods. She herself had cut his tongue from his mouth when he came to her as a ten-year-old child. He had surrendered it stoically. Only the Bards were allowed to sing the rites of the gods. All others who heard them had to be rendered mute so they couldn’t repeat music not meant for their tongues.<br />
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“Do you think you have sacrificed more than I?” She turned to face him. “I submitted to the brutish duke’s bed for years. I gave birth to a child of rape. All so I could remain near the Stone. I performed the rites faithfully every new moon for decades. And for what, I ask you? The power of the Stone remains trapped behind the shield the demon Armunn created from his own soul. That shield can’t be destroyed. I have dedicated my life to trying, but it is impossible. The Soul Stone won’t live again!”<br />
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Erick mewed again and looked toward the tapestry on the wall. It showed the map of the desert of Sehra, to the south of Korthlundia, where her people had lived in exile since Armunn and his hordes had trapped the Stone and then driven them from their homeland. Blinking back tears of despair, she turned from him. “Do you think I have forgotten? Every generation fewer of our children are born. Only by returning to the land of our birthright can we be strong again.”<br />
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She got up and went to the tapestry, touching it lovingly. “Do you not understand? The dark gods have found me unworthy to be their messenger. I once thought I was the child of the prophecy, the one who would drive the descendants of Armunn’s hordes back across the mountains into Korth and reclaim the land they call Lundia as our own. But I was wrong. I’m an unprofitable servant, an unfit vessel.”<br />
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The Ghost is going to hell. Not even the goddess can forgive his sins: assassin, oath-breaker, traitor (an affair with the queen earned him that title). No one can ever learn the princess is his daughter. To keep this secret, he flees to the land that turned him from a simple stable groom into an infamous killer.<br />
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His mission now? To find evildoers and take them to hell with him. But when an impulsive act of heroism saddles him with a damsel who refuses to be distressed, her resilience forces him to questions why he really ran from his daughter.<br />
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The Ghost knelt at Ares’s feet, where the stench of blood was nearly overpowering. The altar was stained with it, and the bowl at the god’s feet was full from a fresh sacrifice. The power present in this place was undeniable—dark and forbidding, far from the peace and serenity in Sulis’s temples. But he was no longer worthy of Sulis’s blessing. The Ghost drew his dagger, held his left forearm over the sacrificial bowl, and sliced a new cut alongside his numerous scars. As he bled into the bowl, he felt the magic of the place coalesce around him. His blood sizzled as it hit the bowl, and the wound on his arm healed instantly, signaling that The Ghost truly belonged to the Saloynan god.<br />
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A door opened behind him, he stood and faced the high priest. Zotico was completely bald and looked no older than he had when The Ghost had first met him ten long years ago. He had small, beady eyes and a typical Saloynan narrow nose. “Pandaros! How wonderful!” the priest beamed, calling The Ghost a name he’d decided he must take up again. He could no longer be either “Ahearn” and “Darhour”; they were both dead. “Rumors said you were no longer among the living. Come in, come in.” Zotico gestured toward the doorway. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you.”<br />
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Zotico’s enthusiasm seemed excessive even for him. Warily, The Ghost followed Zotico down the corridor to the high priest’s office. It was large, the walls covered with instruments of war—swords, shields, battle axes, and plaques ornamented with what looked suspiciously like human ears. The ears were new. Zotico caught The Ghost looking at them and swept his hand over a plaque that contained five ears nailed side by side. “Do you like the new decor? Sacrifices, all of them. I had them moved from our private sanctuary so I could better remember the devotion demanded by the god I serve.”<br />
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In the center of the office was a large desk with one chair behind it and two large, comfortable chairs facing it. Zotico gestured The Ghost into one of the facing chairs. The Ghost sat, and the high priest offered him a glass of oenomel, a sweet mixture of honey and wine. Zotico poured himself a glass from the same pitcher and sat behind the desk. “Pandaros, my friend. Why have you neglected your obligations to Ares?”<br />
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Zotico smiled sadly. “A true tragedy. There’s no one better with a blade.” The priest mimed drawing a knife across his own throat. “I’ve had acolytes scouring the city more than once looking for you, but I gave up years ago when not the slightest sign of your whereabouts could be found. Tell me, my son, where have you been?”<br />
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“Away.” The Ghost had no intention of ever letting Zotico learn anything about Samantha, who was both his daughter and his queen. Because of his careful disguise, Zotico believed The Ghost was a Saloynan.<br />
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Zotico laughed. “Long have I wished for the power of Delphi to penetrate your secrets. Is there a person in the world who knows even half of them?” Zotico looked expectantly at him, but The Ghost didn’t answer. “I see my curiosity shall have to be contained. Ares is a harsh master and not attentive to trifles. Still, I can’t tell you how happy I am that you have now returned to his fold. His temple has truly felt your absence.”<br />
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Zotico’s eyes gleamed. “Do I ever! I’d nearly despaired of finding a capable assassin, but your fortunate arrival proves that Ares will never fail those who serve his name.”<br />
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“I think it would be best explained by the one in need of Ares’s assistance, but I assure you it is your sort of kill. May I tell the client you’ll meet?”<br />
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Zotico’s entire body relaxed. “Good, good. The client would prefer not to be seen here. I’ve an arrangement with the high priestess of Aphrodite. The two gods were lovers, after all. Enter the goddess’s temple tomorrow morning and choose the acolyte wearing the pendant of a vulture.” Zotico smiled broadly. “Pandaros, my friend, it is a great day for you to have returned.”<br />
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Rana was only sixteen when she became queen. Her first challenge was quelling an internal coup while a massive army stormed the gates of her castle. Her enemies thought her a child, but she had powers they never suspected. She also had great dreams for her people, and she would do whatever was necessary to make them happen, even marrying a prince she did not want.<br />
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Claiming the right to be queen and becoming ruler of Stronghold turned out to be two very different things. Upon locating the bodies of the king and queen, the first point became established as fact.<br />
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However, the ministers wished to declare her a child, incapable of ruling Stronghold.<br />
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“I may be small in stature, as my mother, but I am a woman and if you call me a child again, I will have you thrown in prison.”<br />
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Minister Jerome sneered and shook his head. “Listen to her! Only a child would make such a threat. We have laws. One cannot be thrown in jail for speaking the truth.”<br />
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“General, arrest this man for treason.”<br />
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General Collins did not budge from her side, but with the slightest nod, two of the general’s soldiers moved quickly to secure the errant minister.<br />
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The minister attempted to break from their hold. His attempts would have been laughable if the situation was not so dire. “You cannot arrest me for treason just because I speak the truth! And who are these men? They are not of our army. Where is General Hack?”<br />
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She waited until the man was gone before addressing the others. “General Hack assassinated my father.”<br />
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“You have my word on the matter. I was there. I saw it all. He ordered his men to fire into the tower, claiming it had been overrun with the enemy. Only he knew that was not true since he had just left the tower. He knew the only two people within were myself and his king.” She eyed the ministers, waiting for further traitors to identify themselves by arguing with her.<br />
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She stopped just behind him, noticing his appearance. His coat was made of gray wool and fell to his knees. His hands were pushed deep inside the pockets, making his shoulders to scrunch the collar against his neck. He was massively tall making her barely five and a half foot body look small in comparison. His hair cropped short and dark brown in color. She longed to see his face, his eyes—his lips turn up as she thanked him for saving her.<br />
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She carefully reached out to touch him, afraid he would disappear again. Before she could touch her mirage, he silently turned. His piercing sapphire-blue eyes settled on hers. The longing was like an ocean wave crashing against her. The instant feeling of being home settled in her bones.<br />
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She trembled against the cold as she opened her mouth, forcing her voice to rise from within her. “Thank you.”<br />
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He smiled slightly, his full lips parting to reveal glistening white teeth. The smile radiated in the sparkle in his eyes. The tiny creases in his face deepened as he gazed down at her. “You're welcome, ma belle.”<br />
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Nessa's body melted as his deep and lusty French accent washed over her, penetrating her deepest fantasies. “My name is...”<br />
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“Vanessa. I know,” he answered. He stepped forward, pulling a gloved hand out from within his coat. “My name's Daniel.”<br />
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She looked down at his extended hand and contemplated taking it. When they touched, it would be final. Her whispering dreams of him would become real. All her fleeting thoughts of him would be physical.<br />
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I watched the interaction between them through the camera lens. Beth wrapped her fingers around Angel's tiny hands, pulling her up onto her feet. Beth took a step backward, lengthening the distance between them. Angel looked down at her feet, almost willing them to move. Her leg came up, moving her foot forward in a jerky motion. Her foot landed on a patch of grass, crushing it beneath her. She looked up at Beth, her eyes wide in amazement. She giggled as Beth stepped backwards again. She looked down and pulled her leg up, then realized she couldn't move that one forward without losing her balance. She put her foot back down and raised the other leg. A smile spread across her face as she continued this beautiful dance with Beth.<br />
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They made their way slowly back to the blanket. When they were almost within arm's length of me, Beth twisted around, so she was behind Angel. I stretched out my hands towards Angel, waiting to see if she would make the attempt on her own. So many things happened at once. Beth loosened her grip on Angel, Angel took an unsupported step forward, and Angel spoke her first real word as she reached out for me. "Dada!" Her tiny voice was clear and her tongue and lips formed the word precisely.<br />
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I was almost numb from the shock. Angel had made so many incoherent sounds over the months, but it had never been like this. She’d recognized me and had come to the realization that the word and I were connected. She repeated the word again and again as she took another unsupported step towards me. Then something grabbed her attention, throwing her concentration off. She lost her balance and grew quiet as she began to fall forward. I reached out, wrapping my hands protectively around her waist, pulling her into my arms.<br />
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I fell back onto the blanket, playing airplane with Angel above me. Her face morphed into so many different forms of joy and I laughed. She was such a happy child, and I swore to myself she would always be happy and loved. She would never know sadness or disappointment, not if I could help it.
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My love for books began at a very small age. I lived inside the many worlds the local library could provide. The characters within those pages were my companions and my support when I needed someone most.<br />
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My imagination began to soar as I grew. I began writing small poems as a teenager, but never thought much about publishing or expanding beyond put my words to paper.<br />
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After my children were born our love for a certain TV show fueled my love for writing. Using my children as inspiration, I began to write fanfiction, my children being the characters within the stories.<br />
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My passion for putting words to paper (or screen as is the norm now) has turned from passion to obsession. I've made some incredible friends through this journey and in turn, have become not only an author but a promoter and supporter for those whose imagination dreams character and worlds that I can lose myself in.<br />
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I thank my precious children, my beautiful soul-mate and my forever sister and best friend for being my constant rock and support as I continue to walk this road called life.<br />
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God, you'd think that after all this time, I'd have a much cooler greeting than that!<br />
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I just wanted to say that I hate airports. Nothing to do, other than sit around, waiting... waiting... oh, and more waiting. What am I waiting around in the airport for? So nice of you to ask. I'm finally off to America (I'm doing a silent happy dance in my seat!) for six weeks. I never thought that my college would have arranged something like this to give a bunch of seventeen and eighteen year olds "life experience". I mean, it's not even a 'proper' exchange programme. No-one's off to the U.K. to stay in my house in return. I just get to go and stay with a family I have never met before. Oh crap, now I'm getting nervous.<br />
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M. B. Feeney is an army brat who finally settled down in Birmingham, UK with her other half, two kids and a dog. She often procrastinates by listening to music of all genres and trying to get ‘just one more paragraph’ written on whichever WIP is open; she is also a serious doodler and chocoholic. Writing has been her one true love ever since she could spell, and publishing is the final culmination of her hard work and ambition.<br />
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Her publishing career began with two novellas, and she currently has multiple projects under way, in the hopes that her portfolio of what have been described as “everyday love stories for everyday people” will continue to grow. Always having something on the go can often lead to block which eventually gets dissolved by good music and an even better book.<br />
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It had been like this for the last two hours. I still had four hours left of my shift, and I was dead tired. I hated working in snowstorms, especially when they surprised us. We had expected four to six inches, and the storm stalled over us and dumped a foot of snow in several hours.<br />
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“I’ve got a guy here trying to get through to you. He says he has official police business to attend to in Celebration, but we have two big trees down on the road. Do you by chance have any road crew that could head over this way?”<br />
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“No, my crews are up the creek without paddles right now. We have trees down everywhere, and my plows are leading my police cars and ambulances around trying to get them to where they need to be.”<br />
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I cut him off. “I don’t care if he’s the president of the United States. We’re in emergency mode up here, Todd. You know that. I don’t have anyone who can come down there and remove a stupid tree right now. Close the damn road and turn his ass around. There are no police officers available to help with whatever official business he might have anyway, so tell the city slicker to turn the hell around and go home. He can call our chief or Thad after the storm is over and speak with one of them then.”<br />
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I snapped. “Todd, I have been on one call after another for the last two hours. I have two calls holding right now, a house on fire, and a guy who just cut his hand off in a snowblower. My head is killing me, I haven’t peed since I got here four hours ago, plus I’m starving. I don’t have time to listen to his whiney ass even if he did get through. Tell him to take a hike. There are people that need my attention right now, and he is not one of them. Did you get that?”<br />
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“Good.” I hung up to answer one of the two lines that were flashing as I heard the fire chief calling out for another fire truck to respond. The house on Cedar Street was fully engulfed. Damn, that was a shame, but I didn’t have time to feel for them. Later, I would, but now, I had more work to do.<br />
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Welcome to Celebration Township.<br />
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Casey Lowe is new in town and hiding from her past. Her next-door neighbor, Thad Wagner, is a sexy police officer, who is good with his hands, and his lips, but Casey refuses to get involved with a married man, and Thad can't seem to understand why she keeps pushing him away. No matter how they try to stay apart, something keeps drawing them together. When an unexpected visitor shows up at Casey's house the week before Christmas, her future is on the line. Will Thad figure it out in time to save her, or will Casey become a conspirator to a murderer?<br />
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Tangled in Tinsel is the first book in the thirteen-story novella series that takes place in quaint Celebration Township, Pennsylvania. The rest of the series will begin to release in the fall of 2016.<br />
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Linda Maxim is a woman who learned early on how to work hard and succeed. Her only regret is that the man she loved disappeared just days after she got pregnant at the tender age of sixteen.<br />
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Corrine Wagner is determined to make a good life for herself and her son while hunting for the perfect man to complete her family. Unfortunately, with her crazy schedule of school and work, her patience begins to run thin with her constantly-in-trouble, five-year-old son, Tommy.<br />
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Stacy resides in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, who works in law enforcement, and her teen daughter who is working toward her second degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do and on the choral and cheerleading squads at school. She also has a son who is currently serving in the United States Navy.<br />
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Stacy is very involved in Domestic Violence Awareness and served on the Board of Directors for her local Domestic Violence Center for three years.<br />
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