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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">After
nine years of striking out in the dating department, Maddie Hamlin is throwing
in the towel. But just as this mom resolves to remain single, she meets sweet
and sexy pitching phenom Chase Patton at a family dinner. He’s perfect for her
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can’t stop thinking about Maddie. He doesn’t care that the beautiful school
counselor is twelve years older, and he’s already lost his heart to her
adorable daughter. When an incredible date leads to an incredible night of
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finding love may mean losing everything else…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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gave her, but she remained where she stood and watched as he walked through the
living room and out the front door, keeping a smile plastered on her face even
though it felt as if everything was freaking out internally. When the door
closed behind him, she closed her eyes as she let out the breath she’d been
holding and slouched against the counter. This was a bad idea. Nothing good
could come from it; in fact, the only possible outcome was one of them getting
hurt. But even knowing that, she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t ignore the
fact that he got her juices flowing without much effort.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Despite all that, it wasn’t enough. She was much older than
he was. They were in two different stages of their lives; there was nothing to
build on. While she was looking to lead a quiet, comfortable and peaceful life,
he should be looking for excitement, thrills and new experiences—casualness
versus commitment, living-it-up versus settling down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">And then there was the inevitable scrutiny of their age
difference. Even if they got past it, others would comment on it. Their
families would definitely have opinions on the matter and families were never
ones to keep their opinions to themselves, especially ones that had people like
Lenore in them, regardless of the existing awkward situation with Chase and her
niece. How would they ever get past that? It wouldn’t be easy, but was it worth
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Maddie Hamlin learned the hard way that love isn't always enough. Now a single mom of an adorable nine year old, Maddie has had one bad date too many and is ready to call it quits. Singledom doesn't have to be a negative. does it? </div>
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Maddie had not met baseball pitcher phenom Chase Patton yet and after an initial meet and greet that allowed her to talk to the charming man, she never expected anything from it. Chase though has been thinking about Maddie and although he is only twenty-two he is an old soul and wants to see if there is something there. </div>
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Maddie is not used to trusting and Chase wants her trust. The age difference is a problem to Maddie, but Chase doesn't feel that way. As they begin a relationship they both are falling hard for one another, but the people closest too them are not quite as happy about them dating and may just tear them apart.</div>
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I liked this one a lot, Maddie came off as a very real vulnerable character. I thought Chase was a charmer and so sweet and understanding with Maddie. I look forward to more books by Rhonda Shaw in the future.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">After writing
one mind numbing technical document after another, Rhonda Shaw decided to
combine her love of writing with her love of reading romance. Born in
California, but transplanted to the Midwest, Rhonda is a warm weather girl to
the bone. She works in the software development industry and was a lifelong
dancer until her body told her it was time to come down off her toes. For more information about Rhonda and her
books, please visit her website at http://www.rhondashaw.com.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Gram’s diner. So when her high school sweetheart strolls back into Dearling,
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sawyer turned to her. “I know it’s early, but do you happen
to have any of your famous cherry pie? Even after all these years, I still get
the craving for it now and then.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The flattery softened her. Cherry pie was her specialty, not
Gram’s. He’d thought of it years later? It was seductive. He was seductive…but
also dangerous. She stood on the precipice, ready to fall for him all over
again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Sorry,” she said. “Fresh out.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He gave her a rueful look. “Guess I’ll have to come by
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">From the corner of her eye, she saw Lucy’s eyebrows rise.
Her friend knew she always kept a spare pie in the freezer for just this sort
of request. But with Sawyer, pie seemed like a slippery, fruit-filled slope.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He took a swig of coffee and set it on the counter. The mug
cracked down the side, separating from the handle. She stared at the broken
pieces of ceramic, suddenly unable to defend the quality or quaintness of her
diner. Unable to defend her own decisions, her dubious leadership. It wasn’t
old-fashioned at all. It was cheap, backward, exactly what he must think of
this town.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Exactly what he must think of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Shit.” He grabbed the dish towel from her hand and wiped it
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She wanted to let him, but there was a jerkiness to his
movements, an almost frantic edge that hinted at something darker beneath the
surface. She caught his hands, and they stilled beneath hers. His gaze lifted
to hers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“It was really good to talk to you, Sawyer. Even if you
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pulse strummed through her body. It doesn’t mean anything, she told herself
sternly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Because she never ever left.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">4 Stars</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Navy SEAL Sawyer Nolan never wanted to return to Dearling, Texas but when his father passed he had to return. In and out was Sawyer's plan, the memories surrounding the town and his father are too brittle and Sawyer doesn't want to reopen those wounds. That is until he walks into the diner owned by Natalie Bouchard. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sawyer had walked away from Natalie once and it looks like time has not tampered with the chemistry they once had. Sawyer wants Natalie, but Natalie isn't interested in being a fling. When Natalie decides she would rather have the memories, if even brief with Sawyer than nothing at all. If Sawyer can let go of the past, he may just have a future because there is no denying Natalie owns him heart and soul.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Wonderful read, Sawyer was an intricate hero who felt abandoned in a sense by the town he grew up in. Natalie was spirited and I liked the fact that she calls out Sawyer when needed, she doesn't side step the issues she lays it out. Great book to sit down with on a rainy day.</span></div>
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who’s smarter than she is, and spends her nights writing down her dirty
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Genre: Contemporary Romance <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Publisher: Carina Press<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ISBN: 9781426897788<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Life has taught Angie DeMarco
that all baseball players are womanizers, and her incredible one-night stand
with sexy San Francisco Blaze back-up catcher J.T. Sawyer seemed to prove it.
Determined not to give in to their sizzling chemistry a second time, she’s kept
her distance ever since, focusing on her accounting job with the team. But now
she’s laid off…and pregnant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">J.T. was hurt by Angie’s
rejection, but with one more year with the Blaze, he has no time for love. He
needs to spend the off season training hard so he can negotiate a better
contract with a new team at the end of the year. But when Angie shows up on his
doorstep, he‘s overwhelmed by wanting to not just do right by her but pursue a
relationship with her. Hoping for a second chance, he proposes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Angie agrees to marry J.T. on one
condition: the marriage will be purely a business arrangement. But as Angie
spends time with him and his family, and J.T. neglects his training to spend
time with her, what begins as a union in name only slowly grows into something
more—something that looks a whole lot like love and friendship.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Just after nine,
J.T. left Matt and Kelly at Kamu’s and headed back to his condo. Across the
street, Blaze Field was dark, but the Blaze apparel and memorabilia shop
outside the stadium was open and doing brisk business. He wasn’t surprised at
the turnout, the fans were still reveling in the team’s World Series win—buying
up anything that had World Series Champs emblazoned on it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Although he’d
reached the pinnacle of his sport, the victory was bittersweet. His playing
time had been minimal and his only significant contribution had been a double in
game six—the game that had clinched the Series. That double had scored the
go-ahead run and for a few exhilarating hours he’d felt like he’d made a
difference. Damn it. He wanted to feel that way all the time. More than
anything he wanted to move beyond being a back-up to guys like Rick Taylor and
Matt. The problem was, he’d mistakenly assumed his natural talent would be all
he needed. Not true. Matt had opened his eyes to that. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">After entering
the lobby of his building, J.T. rode the elevator up to his floor. Although the
condo was nice, he wouldn’t miss it. His house in Sacramento was a lot more
spacious and had a big backyard, complete with a pool and hot tub. His older
brother, Jake, owned a gym and had agreed to train him during the off season.
Jake assured him he would put him through his paces and knowing his brother,
there would be torture involved. That tub would come in handy to soak his sore
muscles.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">The moment he
stepped out of the elevator he saw her. A flood of hot, rough sensations slid
down his spine as she turned and those mesmerizing eyes of hers locked with
his. His breath caught in his throat and he silently cursed himself for still
being affected by her. It had been that way since the first moment he’d laid
eyes on her and from the telltale thundering of his heart, not much had
changed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Quickly
gathering his scattered wits, he strode toward the woman who, for the past
couple of months, had been extremely successful at avoiding him—the woman who
had shared his bed for one extraordinary night and was gone before sunrise. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Angie DeMarco.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">J.T. wasn’t sure
why she was standing at his door and didn’t speculate on the reasons as he
approached her. Her arms were crossed over her chest, obstructing his view of
the ring he still hadn’t seen but knew she’d started wearing a few weeks after
their night together. His gut tightened. He shouldn’t care that she was
engaged—they barely knew each other. It hit him then that he didn’t know much
about her, yet he was intimately acquainted with almost every inch of her
slender yet curvy body. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Halting in front
of her, he didn’t say a word. Instead he let his gaze wander over her face. Her
skin was porcelain smooth, her cheekbones high, and her mouth, with its slight
upward tilt at the corners only hinted at the beautiful smile he’d coaxed out
of her that night so many weeks ago. Her dark hair spilled around her shoulders
in wavy corkscrew spirals that almost begged to be touched. It was soft. It
ticked him off that he remembered not only that, but every single thing about
the night they’d spent together. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“What are you
doing here?” he asked, more harshly than he’d intended. A twinge of guilt hit
him but he quickly got over it. They’d had a one night stand—end of story.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Angie loosened
her arms from over her chest to push her hair back. Something she did quite
frequently. “I—I need to talk to you.” She paused, bit her lower lip and
continued, “It’s important. May I come inside? I don’t want to talk about it in
the hall.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“Why not?” He
fished for his keys in the pocket of his jeans. “This should be interesting,”
he muttered as he unlocked the door and hit the light switch by the door as he
moved inside. “Sorry about the mess. I’m packing up to head home.” He waved a
hand toward the boxes still strewn around the room. Some of them were packed
and taped up, but a few were still waiting to be filled. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“When are you
leaving?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“Sunday
morning.” He closed the door to find Angie standing with her back to him,
surveying the disaster that was his living room. It was the perfect opportunity
to check out her ass, showcased to perfection in the snug black pants she wore.
When she turned, he forced his gaze upward to meet hers. She had the most
beautiful eyes he’d ever seen—a startling blue that reminded him of the
aquamarine gemstones that glittered in the necklace his mother wore on special
occasions. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06626492044927880269noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180339801633597521.post-57349686171248992072014-02-12T00:00:00.000-05:002014-02-13T01:26:50.272-05:00Jase by MJ Fields Blog Tour<div style="text-align: center;">
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Jase by M.J. Fields<br />(Men of Steel #1)<br />Publication date: July 13th 2013<br />Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance</div>
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I sat in my room at our family’s tattoo parlor, Forever Steel staring at the phone. I hadn’t stopped looking at the picture of this crazy, quirky, insanely beautiful blonde haired blue eyed siren that invaded the Jersey Shore a month ago.</div>
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Carly Smythe was not my type at all. She was a twenty year old student at Stanford University in California, smart as hell, and funny. The shit kicker was she was so awkwardly unaware of what any man with pulse could see, and that was that she was a damn heartbreaker with a body that made me hard the very first time I saw her.</div>
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She made me crazy, she snuck out to see me, and then avoided any sexual advances I made on her, until I finally kissed her, and I didn’t wait for an invitation either: I took those pouty little lips and made them mine.</div>
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Carly was also an avid reader of those books, you know “Mommy Porn.” So my game had to be stepped up. Who the hell am I kidding? She could see through my game immediately, and it didn’t have the same effect it did on every other girl I hooked up with. And she didn’t go running for the hills, either. I fell hard… and fast.</div>
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Abe (her cousin) knew all the shit that had gone down in my life for the past five and a half years and in order to make this work, which I wanted it to… I needed to set the record straight, put it all on the line, give her the 411, and let her decide if after everything, she still wanted to give it up to a guy like me. A tattooed, pierced, f-up, with a past that was sure to send any girl into a tail spin. She was not any girl, she was…different.</div>
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<b>Goodreads: </b><a data-mce-href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18196941-jase" href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18196941-jase" style="color: #990000; text-decoration: none;">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18196941-jase</a></div>
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Amazon: <a data-mce-href="http://www.amazon.com/JASE-Men-Steel-MJ-Fields-ebook/dp/B00DXOT35I" href="http://www.amazon.com/JASE-Men-Steel-MJ-Fields-ebook/dp/B00DXOT35I" style="color: #990000; text-decoration: none;">http://www.amazon.com/JASE-Men-Steel-MJ-Fields-ebook/dp/B00DXOT35I</a><br />Barnes and Noble: <a data-mce-href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/men-of-steel-series-book-1-jase-mj-fields/1116158522?ean=2940044659711" href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/men-of-steel-series-book-1-jase-mj-fields/1116158522?ean=2940044659711" style="color: #990000; text-decoration: none;">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/men-of-steel-series-book-1-jase-mj-fields/1116158522?ean=2940044659711</a></div>
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5 Stars</div>
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She was everything he was not. Jase Steel was the poster child for bad boy, he liked to flirt and show his prowess in bed. He was a tattoo artist and intense, but it didn't stop Carly Smythe from befriending him.</div>
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Carly is socially awkward, nineteen, a virgin, and going to Standford University. Visiting her dad in New Jersey she meets Jase and begins a love/hate relationship. Jase is clearly looking to get into her pants, his messages are all over the place, and although Carly is uncertain what it all means, she has more fun with Jase than she has in years.</div>
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Jase wants Carly, but there is a lot keeping them apart. Jase has a secret he doesn't want to share with Carly. Carly needs to finish school and distance is a huge factor. They clash, makeup, and take readers for a wild ride.</div>
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This was a rollercoaster, but I think it needed it to be. When we meet Carly she is nineteen and she gets the time needed to develop into the woman she is becoming. Jase is a jerk, boy is he a jerk but you love him. He is hard and rough, but so vulnerable when it comes to Carly. Anxious to read the next in series, the brothers you are introduced to are hot, hot, hot, can't wait.</div>
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AUTHOR BIO</div>
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I am very new self published writer,and had no clue what I was getting into, still <a data-mce-href="http://musingsfromanaddictedreader.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/mj.png" href="http://musingsfromanaddictedreader.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/mj.png" style="color: #990000; text-decoration: none;"><img alt="mj" class="size-full wp-image-756 alignright" data-mce-src="http://musingsfromanaddictedreader.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/mj.png" height="280" src="http://musingsfromanaddictedreader.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/mj.png" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgb(204, 204, 204) 4px 4px 12px; border-color: rgb(221, 221, 221) rgb(204, 204, 204) rgb(204, 204, 204) rgb(221, 221, 221); border-style: solid; border-width: 1px; box-shadow: rgb(204, 204, 204) 4px 4px 12px; cursor: default; display: inline; float: right; height: auto; margin-bottom: 1.625em; margin-left: 1.625em; margin-top: 0.5em; max-width: 100%; padding: 3px; position: relative; width: auto;" width="210" /></a>don’t—but I like it!</div>
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My imagination became apparent at age three. Sigma was my very first (imaginary) boyfriend. He lived about fifteen miles from my family’s farm. I took him chicken noodle soup every night on one of our snowmobiles, regardless of the season. Apparently he was very ill and “Thank God” I was able to care for him.</div>
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At eight my love for writing blossomed. My cousins and I (of course I was the president) wrote a newsletter and sold it to our family members.</div>
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Years later I decided to put it back into print to entertain my cousin on an aircraft carrier on 9/11 and very far away from home during a scary time for our country, (protecting our butts).</div>
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Fast forward to 2012. I read 50 shades and thought, I wanna do that!</div>
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I have two complete series The Love Series, and Wrapped and two new series Burning Souls and Men of Steel. Thirteen books in sixteen months. CrAzY and wonderful.</div>
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I love love! (I would love to reference a Pink song here but I will save my inappropriateness for my books.</div>
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I enjoy watching people grow and change with self realization and moments of clarity that sneak up behind you and smack you in the head. I love people and have always been able to see both sides of a story. Each person that comes into our life leaves us with something it is what we choose to do with it that helps us grow.</div>
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I live in central New York in the middle of nowhere and am surrounded by family and friend. I ran a small business out of my home and have recently closed my door to pursue this dream full time. I spend time writing and doing the typical Mommy things. Our house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time. I would have it no other way.</div>
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I love people,music, laughter, hugs, books, and talking about books.</div>
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I’m very excited to share that I have recently signed and am now represented by with Marissa Corvisiero.</div>
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Goodreads: <a data-mce-href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7023103.M_J_Fields" href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7023103.M_J_Fields" style="color: #990000; text-decoration: none;">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7023103.M_J_Fields</a><br />Twitter: <a data-mce-href="https://twitter.com/mjfieldsbooks" href="https://twitter.com/mjfieldsbooks" style="color: #990000; text-decoration: none;">https://twitter.com/mjfieldsbooks</a><br />Facebook: <a data-mce-href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/MJ-Fields-books/514446948612589" href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/MJ-Fields-books/514446948612589" style="color: #990000; text-decoration: none;">https://www.facebook.com/pages/MJ-Fields-books/514446948612589</a><br />Website: <a data-mce-href="http://mjfieldsbooks.com" href="http://mjfieldsbooks.com/" style="color: #990000; text-decoration: none;">mjfieldsbooks.com</a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">by Nancy
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">When
sheltered artist Julia Castillo flees her hometown, she has one goal: to prove
to her overbearing family she can make it on her own. She knows they only want
the best for her, but when they question her artistic vision, it’s time to
break free. Julia’s search for independence carries her to the small town of
Sanctuary, West Virginia. There, her courage is tested as never before—by her
love for a handsome country lawyer, her bond with a dangerous black stallion,
and a secret she is desperate to keep…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Paul
Taggart abandoned his high-powered legal career to return to Sanctuary, giving
up his own dreams to care for his troubled brother. Then Julia Castillo blows
into town like a fresh mountain breeze, changing his staid, predictable life
forever. Has Paul earned his second chance at happiness? Or does loving Julia
mean having the strength to let her go?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sharon, the owner of Healing Springs Stables, kept up a
running commentary as she led them through one barn, out to the paddocks, and
back into another barn. The stable hands all greeted Paul by name.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“No wonder you got elected mayor. You know everyone!” Julia
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I kissed a lot of babies too.” He gave her hair a teasing
little tug that sent shivers of pleasure waltzing down her spine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She was so caught up in the deliciousness of the sensation
that she paid no attention to the black horse with its head thrust over the
stall door. A blur of motion made her turn her head, just as the horse bared
its teeth and lunged for her arm. Paul’s hand went from her hair to her
shoulder in a split second as he clamped her hard against his side and yanked
her out of range of the snapping jaws.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Now who the hell forgot to shut Darkside’s cage?” Sharon
exclaimed, dodging the vicious teeth as she shoved the horse’s head back inside
the stall and swung a barred half door closed over the opening. “I’m sorry he
nearly tore a strip off your hide. He is the orneriest SOB I have ever met.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Julia stared at the horse through the bars. This was the
dark, menacing creature she had been painting over and over again. Excitement
shivered through her. “He’s my Night Mare,” she whispered, Sharon kept up a
running commentary as she led them through one barn, out to the paddocks, and
back into another barn. The stable hands all greeted Paul by name.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“No wonder you got elected mayor. You know everyone!” Julia
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I kissed a lot of babies too.” He gave her hair a teasing
little tug that sent shivers of pleasure waltzing down her spine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She was so caught up in the deliciousness of the sensation
that she paid no attention to the black horse with its head thrust over the
stall door. A blur of motion made her turn her head, just as the horse bared
its teeth and lunged for her arm. Paul’s hand went from her hair to her
shoulder in a split second as he clamped her hard against his side and yanked
her out of range of the snapping jaws.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Now who the hell forgot to shut Darkside’s cage?” Sharon
exclaimed, dodging the vicious teeth as she shoved the horse’s head back inside
the stall and swung a barred half door closed over the opening. “I’m sorry he
nearly tore a strip off your hide. He is the orneriest SOB I have ever met.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Julia stared at the horse through the bars. This was the
dark, menacing creature she had been painting over and over again. Excitement
shivered through her as she tried to make out the black shape in the shadows of
his stall. “He’s my Night Mare,” she whispered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Paul Taggart had no idea that when he pulled over to help a damsel in distress, she was elusive artist J</span><span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">ulia Castillo. He has no clue about Julia, but as they become closer he realizes that Julia has been sheltered her whole life and her fears are ever apparent. </span></span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Julia fled to Sanctuary hoping that she could find her out if her artwork was really as bad as her uncle claimed. Finding that so much of her life has been based on lies, Julia decides to stay in Sanctuary bonding not only with a temperamental horse but finding a mutual attraction to Paul. Julia is holding a secret, a secret that would expose the hidden meanings behind her paintings.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">This was a tearjerker for me. I felt for Julia, she is timid, afraid, and finding her independency. Paul is suave but with Julia he is unsure of his actions. Wonderful read.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrX_l84PXXK7i2rrAnQy3Yyy8H_Q-I1SkMd9Cx4-09dXE4dIRShd3Vi0iF9dcg4rHtfv7reyM9sGnYF7LqS8He5WWW2gD5qd6Mbb4gKSFGFImcvTYT7HY3c7x9LF3CASkubsLA_o4qYA/s1600/nancy.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrX_l84PXXK7i2rrAnQy3Yyy8H_Q-I1SkMd9Cx4-09dXE4dIRShd3Vi0iF9dcg4rHtfv7reyM9sGnYF7LqS8He5WWW2gD5qd6Mbb4gKSFGFImcvTYT7HY3c7x9LF3CASkubsLA_o4qYA/s320/nancy.png" height="320" width="240" /></a><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Born and
raised in the mountains of West Virginia, Nancy Herkness’s passion for writing romance
began the day her grandmother gave her a Georgette Heyer novel. After
graduating from Princeton University with honors in English literature and
creative writing, she had successful careers in retail, computer programming,
and marketing before finally returning to her first love: writing. The author
of Take Me Home and three other contemporary romances, Herkness was named one
of 2003’s Best Up and Coming Authors in the Affaire de Coeur’s readers’ poll.
She is also a winner of the Golden Leaf Award, the Aspen Gold Award, and the
Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence. She currently resides in New Jersey with her
husband and two mismatched dogs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Website:
www.NancyHerkness.com<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Blogs:
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Twitter:
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Buy links:
Kindle: http://amzn.to/17FKFFx<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Amamzon
Print: http://amzn.to/15GulD9<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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VIVIENNE CALLAHAN, discharged from the hospital after
surviving a near-fatal attack from Riley, her abusive ex-boyfriend, has come to
the safety of Mikah’s protection. As she continues to heal physically and
mentally from her ordeal, she begins to have strange dreams...dreams that
follow her into waking life and hint at a fate she never could’ve foreseen and
dangers far greater than Riley. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Meanwhile, MIKAH BLAKE has some ideas about her future,
too, and the more she considers his proposals, the weaker her resistance to him
becomes. His recent actions have taught her to respect and trust him, but soon
her feelings for him threaten to deepen into something more, something she may
not be ready for.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the third book of the Reason series, Vivienne will
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">"Alright." I sigh. "When
are you coming home?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">"Do you miss me?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">"Yes."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I hear his sharp intake of breath at my
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">"Why does that surprise you?" I
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">"Because. I miss you, too." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">"I will be home tomorrow, hopefully
in the morning. Viv, I wanted to ask you something else."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">"Tomorrow night there is a charity
gala that I'm supposed to attend. I'd like it if you would be my date." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">"Uh..." I'm taken aback by his
question, surprised that he would want to take me to something like that.
"Mikah, I've never been to anything like that before." I pull my feet
up, cross my legs and lean back into the couch. I place my hand on my belly and
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thing. We go, have dinner, there is an auction, and dinner is followed by a
dance. It's a stuffed shirt, black tie kind of thing. I am not a fan of going
to them, but this one is for an important charity that I've been a part of
since its inception, so it is really important that I be there. I just don't
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I roll my eyes at his enthusiasm.
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">"Yes! Okay, I will have Celeste make
some arrangements for you to have a nice, relaxing day tomorrow, get your hair
done, be pampered a little. And when you guys go out today, you can find
yourself a dress." The excitement in his voice is infectious, and I can't
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<strong></strong>With Vivienne still recovering from the brutal attack, she has agreed to accepting Micah's help. Micah has done everything he can think of to bring comfort to Vivienne and help her with her pregnancy. Both are learning to adjust to one another and Vivienne is finding her feelings are growing for Micah, she knows he feels the same way but has not acted on it. With a threat still out there and Vivienne learning how truly special she is, she begins to realize that she is Micah's anchor just as much as he is hers.</div>
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The third in the Reason series. This was the one I had been waiting for, the emotions were rampant and I loved the pacing in this story. Micah is such a sweetheart, so tender in his care for Vivienne. This was my favorite in the series thus far, anxious for the next book.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ISBN: 978-1-60735-700-1 <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Two worlds, one desire. When the
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Marcus Dagotto never wanted another mate, but he has been gifted with one, a human whose life is slowly dwindling with each day she takes a breath. Marcus had lost his mate once before, he doesn't want to feel those feelings of loss again but the more time he spends with Cassandra Jensen. the harder it is to resist.</div>
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Action packed, Eternal Flame tells the story of Vampires protecting those who deserve it, those who don't are destroyed. On the path of a dangerous demon who is planning to take over the world one victim at a time, when he takes an interest in Cassie though, Marcus vows to break the curse that has been lingering for far to long and protect his mate.</div>
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Exciting story. it had a bit of humor, surprise, and the villain was evil and captivating, but in a creepy way, he is a loose cannon and not predictable. Marcus was a charmer, he tries so hard to resist Cassie but it is so natural for him to want to be by her side, I loved the conflict and was enchanted this story.</div>
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love of the fanged creatures never waned. She would watch any vampire movie she
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read was one of Lara Adrian’s, Midnight Breed Series and from there she was
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creating a world full of steamy, hot men and strong, seductive women, she
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Night with the Shifter<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Sons
of Midnight Series<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Book
4<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Theresa
Meyers<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Genre: Paranormal romance <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">(vampires and werewolves)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Publisher: Harlequin Nocturne <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Date of Publication: February 2014<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ISBN: 978-0-373-88590-9<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ASIN: B00EFPXT7W<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Number of pages: 304 pages<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="http://www.booksamillion.com/p/One-Night-Shifter/Theresa-Meyers/9780373885909?id=5893256130303">Books
A Million</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">A
one-night stand with a werewolf has unexpected consequences in Theresa Meyers's
latest romance in the Sons of Midnight series.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">After he is exiled from his pack,
Tyee Grayson must learn to make it on his own. But one night with a beautiful
stranger who has luminous blue eyes changes everything…. Especially when his
instincts shout that she is the one. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">All elementary school teacher
Jessica Brierly wanted was a night on the wild side, but when she finds herself
pregnant, all the rules change. Not only does her lover have more secrets than
she ever imagined, but suddenly they're both fighting off vampires. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">When vampires attack the town she
dearly loves, Ty must work with his old pack to save them from a ruthless enemy
who could kill not only his mate and his unborn child—but the entire human
race.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">The air was
clean and cold outside. Ty’s head cleared, his senses grew sharper. The cool
evening breeze, heavy with the salty scent of nearby Puget Sound, ruffled
Jess’s hair, sticking honey-colored wisps to her full, rosy lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“You okay?” he
asked as he gently tucked the strands back behind her ear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Jess blinked,
and stared up at him, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief in her eyes. “What
just happened in there?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">He tried to give
her a lopsided grin, but it turned into a wince when he found his jaw was
tender from the hits the vampire had landed. He rubbed the soreness. The night
air chilled the dribble of blood from the cut on his cheek, making it wet and
cold, but there was no scent of vampire. The third one must have been smart
enough to ditch his buddies. His body ached from the fight, but it would heal
fast enough. “A bar fight with strangers.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“You didn’t know
those guys?” she asked, looking around her nervously. “They seemed pretty
intent on messing with you.” She grazed the corner of his mouth with her
fingertips. “You’re hurt.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">The light touch
was enough to send a powerful surge of awareness pounding through him that
wiped away any of the ache that remained. Damn. There was no doubt in his mind
there was a strong Mesmer forming with this woman.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">He gently moved
her fingers away from his mouth, keeping them folded in his. Her hands were
fine boned and slender and feminine. “No big deal.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Her full lips tipped
up into a soft smile, making him crave to kiss her. “Tough guy, huh?” She
pulled a car remote from her pocket and pushed it, making the lights flash on a
silver pickup on the edge of the dirt-and-gravel parking area beside the bar.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“Sounds like
you’ve been around a few.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">She opened the
driver’s door to the pickup and turned, standing in the gap, staring at him,
her head tilted. “A few. But they’re nothing like you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Ty closed the
gap between them, putting one hand on the door frame, shielding her from view
of the parking lot but maintaining space between them. He knew better than to
get close enough to be swamped by temptation. The Mesmer might be working on
him, but that didn’t mean she’d understand if he came on too strong. Especially
not after the fight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“If you want to
head home, I understand. I’ll stay here awhile and make sure those guys don’t
follow you home.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">She reached out
and grabbed fistfuls of his T-shirt near his collarbones, pulling him close
until he was chest to chest with her. The soft swells of her breasts pressed
against him and the minty scent of her hair, and hint of lilac on her skin
teased his sensitive sense of smell. Everything within him went silent and
still, fixated on the lush curve of her mouth so damn close to his he could
feel the warmth of her breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“What I want is
for you to come home with me.” Jess stood on her tiptoes and looked up into his
face, the dark fringe of lashes around her eyes making the blue luminous. Her
rapid pulse beat against his chest, taking over the rhythm until his matched
the pace she set. For a second the world tilted sideways.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Ty’s gaze
dropped to the silky, damp edge of her lips and he was lost. He dipped down and
kissed her. Her lips were soft and willing, tasting of peppermint. She tasted
so damn sweet, hot and spicy all at once. A warm, viscous heat flowed through
his veins, coating and drowning out every other sensation until he was hot and
hard at the same time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Ty gripped the
edge of the truck’s door frame, nearly denting the sheet metal with his
fingertips. But he was determined to keep his hands to himself, even though
they itched to touch her. Heat seeped through his shirt, the temperature
difference amplified by the chill in the air. The kiss turned deeper, slicker,
the tip of her tongue brushing against his. The spicy fragrance of female that
spiked the air left no doubt she was aroused. When they broke apart, both of
them were breathing hard, their breath creating misty white clouds.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“You sure about
this?” He could control his body, but not the rough edge of his voice as he
struggled to maintain composure. “I could follow you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Jess looked up
at him, her dark lashes dropping a fraction, giving her a sultry look. “Hop
in.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">He was smart
enough not to argue with her, but that didn’t mean that the little voice of
human reason in the back of his head wasn’t screaming loudly that this was
stupid and rash. He should take his own vehicle so he didn’t get stuck who knew
where. He didn’t know a damn thing about her. Couldn’t read her mind and certainly
hadn’t asked enough questions. But this was a Mesmer, the wild Were instinct
side of him shouted back. No one, Were especially, could blame him for
responding so quickly and profoundly to her. And hell, he could always follow
his nose and walk back if he needed to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“Anything you
say,” he answered. He waited until she climbed up into the cab, admiring the
way the dark denim jeans hugged the curve of her ass, then closed the truck
door and walked around the back of the pickup. An uneasy sensation raised the
hairs on his skin. He glanced over his shoulder one last time to make sure they
weren’t being followed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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It was supposed to be a one night stand, that is all Jessica Brierly was looking for. When she carefully selected Tyee Grayson, she felt something that she found intoxicating about the mysterious man. However after a passionate bout, her brothers interfered and he left. Now Jess has to seek Tyee out to let him know he is gong to be a father. </div>
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Tyee knew that Jess was his mate, however she was a human. Normally werewolf's don't mix with the human population, however he couldn't help but hope she would seek him out. Tyee has dealt with leaving his pack and becoming a lone wolf making his own pack and beginning again, but when a vampire threat comes to town, his only mission is to keep Jess safe.</div>
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There is definite chemistry between Tyee and Jess, it starts from the beginning. I thought this was a riveting read, the vampires that help Tyee are fascinating especially Crawford. would love to read his story in the future. I liked that Jess had her brothers who create a bit of drama with Tyee, but they are also sweet sweet in a completely different way. Entertaining paranormal read for fans who like a shifter story.</div>
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Ever Hopeful she delivers spectacularly on both counts. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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pregnant and trapped in a violent marriage, Laura Kensington realizes that her
ruthless and powerful in-laws will never let her go, even after the strange
sudden death of her abusive husband.
Fleeing far away to the Texas ranch of Cade Bishop, a strong yet tender
man who believes in second chances, Laura finds herself irresistibly drawn to
Cade’s gentle passion and giving heart. But there is no escaping the shadows of
her past and soon danger re-enters her world, pulling Laura into a deadly web
of lies, betrayals, and murder. And only
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">“You wanna
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">“No,” Shane
managed to say but Cade wasn’t listening to him. He was staring at the wall
like he was seeing the story he was telling and he was too trapped by the power
of it to see what was around him or hear Shane’s voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">“When her
brother died. She wanted to go home to the funeral, but her husband had a
business dinner she needed to be at. She had the nerve to ask him to postpone
it so she could fly home for her brother’s funeral. The irony was, she couldn’t
go to the dinner with him anyway. After the beating he gave her, she couldn’t
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">The brothers
sat together without speaking for a long time. There was nothing to say. Shane
couldn’t imagine the fear Laura must have been living in every single day. The
threat of having the person you thought you loved and could trust turn on you
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">“I wish he
wasn’t dead,” Cade said. Shane didn’t have to ask why. He was thinking the same
thing himself. If her husband wasn’t dead they could hunt him down and have the
satisfaction of teaching him what it was like to be hit by someone so much
stronger than yourself, to live in constant fear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKM6d8D8c-8CzJZtICTqgZU-Xz9Q0-AB44nbPaA-lR0BaduYOp6IKIx7zCGyXSvyE7Yv1vo-pahBts36WF4pIiDvFh3MjhhhzWT2bH6iIR5areD0xSNW4PhtSsSruGqi1mdDB-PBHxLFE/s1600/lori.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKM6d8D8c-8CzJZtICTqgZU-Xz9Q0-AB44nbPaA-lR0BaduYOp6IKIx7zCGyXSvyE7Yv1vo-pahBts36WF4pIiDvFh3MjhhhzWT2bH6iIR5areD0xSNW4PhtSsSruGqi1mdDB-PBHxLFE/s320/lori.png" height="239" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Lori is an
award winning author and stay-at-home mom. Her second book, Penalty Clause, won
first place in the romance category in Lcuky Cinda Publishing’s Annual Global
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Lori has had
a number of careers before embarking on her newest adventure of writing novels.
After graduating from the University of Connecticut School of Law, she
practiced law for three years, working primarily in the areas of utilities law
and intellectual property litigation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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recently, Lori owned and operated a dog training business in Austin, Texas,
where she specialized in aggression and became an expert in the field of dog
bite analysis. Lori sold her dog training business in 2013 and is now a full
time writer and mother of two. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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words ‘street team’ in the subject line. I’ll email you back with directions for
joining my team. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Samson’s awful thirtieth birthday consists of a solo bubble bath, burned
microwave popcorn and a broken elevator – until both of her gorgeous landlords
show up, making all her wishes come true.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Corporate
whiz Emily Samson’s friends have deserted her for husbands and babies. So what
does she do to celebrate turning the big 3-0? She buys herself popcorn and
chocolate, refusing to settle for less than her ideal man. Or two. Her birthday
wish is to be sandwiched between both her hunky landlords - as if that would
ever happen outside of her most sensual, and secret, dreams.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Conner
Walker and Jackson Smith are ready to find the one woman who can satisfy them
both. However, finding that elusive someone to fulfill their needs has been
like finding a snowflake in a snowstorm. When they rescue the normally uptight
woman from 5B and discover her in cotton pjs instead of cherry red stilettos,
they wonder if they’ve finally found the one strong enough to handle their
demands.<a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=4180339801633597521" name="_GoBack"></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The two men stepped into the now empty elevator. Jackson
pushed the button for the fifth floor and asked, “What do you think of our hot
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as all hell and I think under that stuck-up bitch act, there’s an adventurous
woman that would be up for anything.” His dick twitched in his pants. “Why? Are
you thinking about courting her for us?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He’d dreamed of her hot little ass gripping his cock while
Jackson filled her wet pussy, but the reality of a woman like her being open to
having more than one man was a long shot. Women in her class wanted careers
and, if they did get married, they barely had time for one husband—never mind
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I feel the same way, man.” Images of Emily rushing out her
apartment to her fancy Wall Street job, making and losing millions for her
clients filled his head. “I wonder what it would take to make her relax and let
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwtzT6jn_RAadcR1mJ_fGNJi6_m2H4FJ6LiBKUCS319AEdMnvYoqUKBHIAgcYYtr2LFKYurYbI1-7SbSBPDSmSm02wzZZmqX8ldwuA4z3xWVL7lGKI9rD2VuOx5Cifx0UPQC4ejKaRuSs/s1600/heidi.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwtzT6jn_RAadcR1mJ_fGNJi6_m2H4FJ6LiBKUCS319AEdMnvYoqUKBHIAgcYYtr2LFKYurYbI1-7SbSBPDSmSm02wzZZmqX8ldwuA4z3xWVL7lGKI9rD2VuOx5Cifx0UPQC4ejKaRuSs/s1600/heidi.png" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">By day, Heidi Lynn Anderson is a wife, mother, and owner of a
small Green-Cleaning company. By night, she spins erotic tales featuring hunky
heroes and the women they love. When not working or writing, Heidi likes
spending time with her husband and son, doing what Florida has to offer. Visit
Heidi at www.heidilynnanderson.com<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Angeles teen, Portia McGee once created a bucket list with her best friends
Tarry and Niki. Though falling in love topped their list, it was the last thing
she could ever imagine doing. Through the rejection of her parents, Portia
learned early in life that love is elusive.<span class="apple-converted-space"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background: white;">Now a famous and frivolous A-list actress,
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and New York mogul father. When Portia’s latest role requires an elaborate
temporary tattoo, she meets Will, a gifted tattoo artist with a tortured past.
The attraction is electric and immediate, but Will refuses to take the
encounter to the next level—a decision Portia associates with the ring he so
clearly wears on his wedding finger. Those old, familiar feelings of rejection
take hold, and Portia now realizes that she must face the past in order to
forge a new future. As their deep bond ignites in Portia an unexpected
spirituality, can she finally free herself to once again chase the stars of her
early days? Both richly glamorous and rich in meaning, Chasing Stars is a
sparkling celebration of how faith and love can conquer even the most
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<span style="background: white;">Chasing Stars is the debut work of romantic
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star-crossed lovers, and the journey both must take to open their hearts to
renewed hope and lasting love. At once soulful and playful, it’s certain to
transport anyone who still, deep down, has faith in the abiding power of second
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<span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">It’s been five
years, but Melody still mourns the death of Tim, her soul mate and husband who
never had a chance to hold their daughter. Mel and her daughter have the love
and support of Mel’s brother Will and sister-in-law Portia, the famous
Oscar-winning actress-turned-mother. Mel works three jobs and mothers Ella, but
she spends her mornings facing the demons of her grief. Her faith and her
father, the pastor, helps Mel grapple with her grief.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">Portia opens her home to her childhood friend
Tarry Francis, a successful, womanizing rock star. He’s trying to beat his
addictions. Again. He’s going through the motions, but needs his drugs and
rowdy lifestyle to keep his childhood pain in check. Tarry’s privileged
upbringing contrasted with his cruel parents, who starved him of affection. Who
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<span style="background: white;">Mel is forced to counsel Tarry, but he’s so
damaged and unwilling to try that she’s not sure anyone can help fix him. She
gives him a special coin. Could this open their hearts to each other and fuel
their love? Is this a step forward that will free them to catch the falling
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<span style="background: white;">Rich in meaning, To Catch a Falling Star is
about two lovers whose hearts struggle to open to find the magic of the journey
of love. It’s a joyful and passionate story about overcoming challenges to lead
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<span style="background: white;">To Catch a Falling Star is the stunning
follow-up novel to L. Duarte’s debut Chasing Stars about Portia and Will’s
romance. A spiritual and playful read, L. Duarte has provided readers the
chance to believe in healing a broken heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Addict, lost, and circling the drain is a perfect way to describe Rock Star Tarry Francis. His latest dance with death has left him in the care of rehab and now seeing a therapist. With a chip on his shoulder he sees Melody again, they had met before at his best friend's wedding, this time though he would rather be anywhere else but spending time with her.</div>
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Melody is not a therapist by trade but as a favor she agrees to see Tarry until her dad gets back and takes over his care. She sees something in Tarry that reminds her of the husband she lost, but she has something to live for, her daughter. Wanting to give Tarry a spark they become friends of sorts after their sessions end. Tarry realizes he does have something he wants to work towards, being the man that Melody would want in her life. <br /><br />A wicked passionate story ensues. This one had me in tears. I was rooting for Tarry, he is not quite likable at first, big chip on his shoulder but you see him grow so much that you just want to hug him. Melody is a rock, but she is dealing with moving on from her late husband even after five years. There are hiccups along the way but it is so worth the ride until the very end.</div>
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Stars-ebook/dp/B00DV88U96">Book 1 Amazon</a> | <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=265327703610169&set=a.265327700276836.1073741825.265326050277001&type=1&source=11">Facebook</a> | <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18801973-to-catch-a-falling-star">Goodreads </a><o:p></o:p></div>
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like the month of February, lies, and flies. For me, bravery is defined by the
courage to do what we fear the most. This conviction is reflected in my debut
work of romantic fiction, Chasing Stars. I live in Connecticut with my husband
and two children. Drop a few lines. I would love to hear from you.</div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Mission: Don’t fall in
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<span style="background: white;">After an explosive night of passion during a
scenting ceremony, Karla Alves is sure she was just a one night stand for the
man she'd been crushing on for years. She teased him and pleased him, and Nate
hasn't been around since. Her fear of becoming clingy kept her from risking her
heart and asking for more than a few hours of skin sin.</span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">Mission: Crack her walls</span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">She. Is. His. Nathan Wolfe marked Karla. His
mate. Deeply involved in pack politics, Nate has had to stay away. When his
sister warns that Karla needs him more than he thinks, he'll discover a bundle
of secrets only his wolf can sniff out. But getting the woman he cares about to
let down her guard may prove to be his undoing.</span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">Mission: Embrace the bite</span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">With Karla's wayward sister wreaking havoc and
friends needing more of his time than ever, Nate will have to rearrange his
priorities if he ever hopes to earn Karla's trust. But will time with her be
enough? Only true love and a wolf's promise can hold together a relationship
created with a bite, a scenting, and a hope for tomorrow.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">She was lost
in the pleasure. In the bliss of adrenaline that filled her veins and took
over. His teeth scraped the back of her shoulder in a bite that only enhanced
her orgasm. Kept her mindless. His thrusts stopped suddenly, his body tensed,
and then he growled. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">“Mine. Only
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">His orgasm
shook him hard enough she felt it when he plastered his chest to her back. The
bite turned painful enough to make her scream louder as he filled her with his
seed. For long moments she continued to have aftershocks of mini orgasms. To
her pleasure, he continued to jerk in her channel. Her pussy squeezed at his
cock not willing to give up a single drop of his cum.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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could finally move, he turned her over to lay on top of him on the grass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">“I know.” He
sounded more than satisfied with himself. She couldn’t fault him. She had no
words. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">“You know,”
she said in a barely audible whisper, “I would’ve never imagined you’d do
something that—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">She lifted her
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">“I think you
should get a tattoo with my name on it.” He grinned, eyes sparkling with
mischief.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">“You <i>are</i> drunk!” She accused, slapping his
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">His laughter
boomed with the rustle of the wind in the trees. His chest lifted her with each
chuckle. “You should. You belong to me now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Yeah.” She felt his forehead. “You’re either drunk or sick to be speaking that
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">He had to be
drunk. She’d been in love with him for years. And other than the kiss he’d
given her during Ellie’s party, he’d never really done anything near like what
he was doing now. A sound alerted her to turn toward the trees. The idea
someone was near wasn’t one she liked. She hurried to dress before someone
caught her naked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">He helped her
stand and cupped her face. “At least you’re not calling me Furball like Jordan
does Aric. I’ll go see if there’s anyone in the area. Give me a few minutes,
and I’ll take you home.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLuVV6OkFPWE7oKbSUV0vvEGyNI9iNaXoOpbDN0FHpY780110JQYjdUKuIP6ARcJAd-krRse00qG-VjjNc4d9ELGzUW5aQnuDqIqX68bW3clq1JlqvSoVrXKdh24ZvXV6yxZYWQsgOUwM/s1600/milly.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLuVV6OkFPWE7oKbSUV0vvEGyNI9iNaXoOpbDN0FHpY780110JQYjdUKuIP6ARcJAd-krRse00qG-VjjNc4d9ELGzUW5aQnuDqIqX68bW3clq1JlqvSoVrXKdh24ZvXV6yxZYWQsgOUwM/s320/milly.png" height="320" width="241" /></a><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Hi! I'm Milly (AKA April Angel) I love to write sexy stories.
They're usually either paranormal or contemporary with a large dose of heat. My
paranormal stories can be anything from wolf-shifters (my favorites) to
witches, demons and anything in between. My contemporaries are usually anything
from soldiers to corporate romances.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">I was born the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the
Dominican Republic. Currently, I live in New York City with my hubby, the bossy
kiddo and our little dog "Needy Speedy". Don't ask.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">When I'm not working some really long hours at the day job, or
hanging out in the awful life-sucking invention known as Facebook, messaging my
bestie in the UK or shopping with my sis Julie, then I can be found watching
scary movies. Buuut when I'm not doing that, I'm usually writing because the
voices won't shut up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">I am addicted to shoe shopping, chocolate (but who isn't,
right?) and Dunkin' Donuts coffee.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Find out more about Milly Taiden here:<br />
Email: </span><a href="mailto:millytaidenauthor@gmail.com" target="_blank"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">millytaidenauthor@gmail.com</span></a><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><br />
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Workaholic real estate agent Carol Brock can't seem to find a
good man. Her first husband cheated with a law clerk less than half his age.
Then she found herself in a string of bad relationships with unscrupulous men,
including a con man and art thief, who shredded her professional reputation and
strained her relationship with her college-age children. Carol has sworn off
men and is determined to reclaim her life and career on her terms. But, when
Boston’s most eligible bachelor, restoration specialist Devin Elliott, puts in
an offer on a charming Victorian, Carol admits she’s attracted. Devin’s offer
unwittingly unleashes a psychopathic rage in an ex-girlfriend that spills into
Carol’s life. As she and Devin try to stay one step ahead of violence, Carol must
decide whether she's ready to risk her heart again.</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Carol Brock's life has been filled with plenty of rocky roads, she has become a strong woman with all those hits she has taken. Seeing her mirror dangling and the truck that did it right there, she takes action. Although she didn't expect the man driving the truck to be Devin Elliott, a restoration specialist.</div>
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Devin is attracted to the firecracker in front of him. He is not put off when she turns him down though and when they meet again, he gets a second chance at trying to get to know Carol. Of course neither expect Devin's ex to go off the deep end and threaten Carol. Devin swoops in and together they devise a strategy to keep her and her family safe. Even with all the drama surrounding them, they find that everything about being together feels right.</div>
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I loved the opening of this one. Carol was going gonzo, it was a hoot and started the book with instant chemistry. Excellent read, will definitely read more from this author.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDtM4v7lOIiGD0iXf8gG4RkEgmlfZXm5NKR-afUa8zwv_o7eywBjTz1njc-ZDGoEYS5EUuqokLFG1T-pCbvqF5lfFeINYp33mihTelIz7gK2xB31qcniAaZOZsvHKb1NRyN-oojgf7BRg/s1600/mary.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDtM4v7lOIiGD0iXf8gG4RkEgmlfZXm5NKR-afUa8zwv_o7eywBjTz1njc-ZDGoEYS5EUuqokLFG1T-pCbvqF5lfFeINYp33mihTelIz7gK2xB31qcniAaZOZsvHKb1NRyN-oojgf7BRg/s1600/mary.png" height="200" width="133" /></a><b><i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Author Bio:</span></i></b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><br /><b><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><br /></span></b></span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Mary Metcalfe is the author of three published novels –<i>Winds of Change, New Beginnings, Road to Tomorrow<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></i>– and currently at work on her fourth. She and her long-time husband live in the foothills of the Laurentians in<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>Quebec,Canada<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>with a small herd of cats and a Canadian Eskimo dog. Their daughter is a published literary non-fiction author.</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">*Anyone
who leaves a comment on the tour page will be entered to win a
$20 Amazon gift card! Anyone who purchases their copy of<i> New
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Jana
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Genre: Humorous contemporary
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Publisher: <a href="http://www.uncialpress.com/">Uncial Press</a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">ISBN: 978-1-60174-019-9<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Number of pages: 166<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Sarah Stevens experiences a
bride's worst nightmare; being dumped at the altar. When she goes on the
Caribbean cruise meant to be her honeymoon in order to lick her wounds, she
discovers her ex-fiancé has sent his brother, Will Marshall, the former best
man, on the cruise as well. Everyone on board thinks they're newlyweds, and
Sarah is too embarrassed to set them straight. How is she supposed to share a
tiny cabin with a man she barely knows? Even worse, how is she supposed to
pretend that she and Will are on their honeymoon? Sarah discovers the best man
for her really is the best man.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“You
have a beautiful engagement ring,” Josie commented.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Sarah
felt her positive resolve slip a little. She stared at the ring,
uncertain why she still wore it. Did she miss Brad that much, or was it
the idea of being married she missed?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“Thank
you,” she said simply, hoping Josie would drop the subject. Apparently,
that was too much to hope for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“Why
is it you and Will don’t wear wedding bands?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“Josie,
that’s really none of our business,” Ted rebuked gently. He took his
bride’s hand and planted a tender kiss on each of her fingers. “We talked
about this, sweetie. Boundaries, remember?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Ted’s
love for Josie shone in his eyes, despite her lack of tact. He knew all
her foibles, weaknesses and plain old stupidities and he still loved her.
Sarah wondered why someone couldn’t love her like that. She stared at her
engagement ring and thought of the day Brad had given it to her. She’d
been so happy and so hopeful of a wonderful future. But now all her plans
and dreams were gone, her hopes of having a family of her own dashed. How
could he have done that to her?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">The
sob seemed to come from the pit of her stomach, working its way up her body
until it just burst uncontrollably out of her mouth. She covered her
mouth with her hand, shocked by the emotion as well as by the tears flooding
out of her eyes. To her surprise she found herself being drawn into
Will’s embrace. She sniffled against his shirt, embarrassing herself
further by getting his shoulder wet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“It’s
okay, Sarah,” he whispered. In a louder voice she heard him speak to the
rest of the group who had stopped in mid-chew to stare at her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“Sarah’s
had a very difficult couple of weeks,” he began. <span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><u>This was it</u>, she thought.
This was where she got outed as a fake bride. She sucked in a
breath. If he told the truth would he go to jail? Would she?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“We
don’t have any rings because a few days before the wedding the jewelry store
where we purchased our rings burned to the ground. Our rings were lost
and Sarah was devastated. As you can see, she’s still emotional about
it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Sarah
sniffed against Will’s shoulder. <span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><u>What?</u><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“Oh
Sarah, how awful for you!” Josie said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“But
that’s not everything,” Will continued, his voice taking on a serious
note. Sarah stopped sniveling to listen to what he’d say next. “The
wedding dress she’d ordered was lost in transit. She had to wear a dress
off the rack.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Josie
took in a sharp breath. “No!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“But
the last straw came when a pipe broke at the hall where our reception was going
to be held and the place was flooded. We had to cancel.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Again,
more ohhs and ahhs sounded around the table. Where did he come up with
these crazy stories?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;"> Beatrice
chuckled. “I’ve heard some wedding disaster stories, but yours take the cake.
Don’t worry, Sarah. Someday you’ll look back and laugh, I promise.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Gladys
raised her glass. “Here’s to Sarah<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">and
Will. May their marriage be luckier than their wedding.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“Hear,
Hear.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Everyone
raised his or her glass in a toast. As Sarah wiped her eyes, Will made a toast
of his own. “To Sarah. Nothing but blue skies from now on.” He took a drink
from his glass, his blue eyes full of compassion, with a hint of humor
twinkling under the surface.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Sarah
picked up her wineglass. How had he done that? She knew Will’s stories were
more about saving his butt than protecting her from humiliation, but still,
she’d rather be thought of as the girl whose wedding blew up then the girl who
got dumped at the altar. For that she was grateful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">And
how had he made her feel so safe and comforted in his arms? She shivered a
little, remembering the gentle touch of his hand sliding up and down her back.
For that she was less grateful. She was confused enough already about her
feelings.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Sarah
reluctantly tipped her glass to Will. “To blue skies.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">Two simple words were all Sarah needed to hear to begin her new life with her future husband, she had no idea he would flea and run out of the chapel. The pitying looks, family becoming too involved, Sarah Stevens decides to go on her honeymoon without the groom. Will Marshall, the grooms brother, agrees to take his ticket to the honeymoon that won't happen. Who knows maybe he will receive the inspiration he needs to write the novel he has been in limbo with. He had not expected to Sarah, who he had only met once. Neither planned to form a friendship of sorts and to be pushing each other's boundaries. When friendship turns to something else though, Will knows he can't have Sarah, after all his brother wants her back. The question is, does Sarah?</span></div>
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Sweet story, the beginning grabs the readers attention and you are entertained until the very end. I liked that it wasn't just instant rebound for Sarah, she and Will take time to cultivate a friendship. </div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Jana
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Genre: Humorous romantic comedy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Publisher: <a href="http://www.uncialpress.com/">Uncial Press</a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">ISBN: 978-1-60174-159-2<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">ASIN: B00CUQR7RG<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Number of pages: 157<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Eight years ago Tony left Olivia
at the altar. He was sure she didn't really want to marry him. Now he's back,
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Coming home isn't easy for Tony,
because his father wanted him to work at a trade instead of going off to college.
Their relationship is still unsteady. Even before Tony's return, Olivia began
questioning the depth of her love for her fiancé, a man she chose because he
was safe and reliable. Yet the last thing she wants is a loveless, faithless
marriage like the one her parents suffered through.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">When Tony, who never stopped
loving her, insists her fiancé is the wrong man for her, Olivia sets out to
prove him wrong. But the sexual chemistry between them is still strong, and so
are her feelings for him. Even so, how can she break her engagement, hurt her
fiancé as she was once hurt? And how can she trust Tony not to abandon her as
he did before?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">She
was going to faint. Or throw up. Or trip over her dress. Perhaps all three,
possibly at the same time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Olivia
Taylor’s legs trembled as she walked up the aisle of the church on her father’s
arm, a smile frozen on her face. Was she out of her mind? She was barely
twenty years old. What did she know about marriage?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Olivia
amended that thought. In the past few weeks she’d learned more about marriage
than she cared to know. She stole a glance at her father, so tall and
distinguished, his smile confident and relaxed, as if he didn’t have a care in
the world. Olivia shuddered, her limbs shaking with anger. How could he act as
if nothing had happened? How could he pretend nothing had changed?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Everything
had changed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Tony
stood at the altar looking handsome in his rented tux. Her heart lightened. Her
beautiful, wonderful fiancé. She loved Tony DiPietro with all her heart. He was
smart, funny, kind, and his touch sent her hormones into overdrive. Tony was
everything a potential husband should be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">But did she want to marry him?</span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Her
bouquet quivered in her hand. Where had that thought come from? Of course
she wanted to marry Tony. She loved him and she knew he loved her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">But was love enough? </span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">She
wanted to scream at the little voice in her head to shut up. She forced her
smile to shine a little brighter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Olivia
and her father reached the front of the church and her father handed her over
to Tony. Tony’s hands were cold and clammy, and she noticed a bead of sweat on
his brow. He managed a smile for her and she beamed back at him. Her mother’s
voice played in her brain. “Nobody needs to know your world is falling apart.”
Olivia felt her smile dim a little.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">The
minister began the marriage liturgy in a loud, monotone voice, droning on about
loving and obeying, forever and ever, Amen. Soon they came to the part where
the vows were to be said. Tony and Liv faced each other while the minister
recited the vows. Tony repeated the words after him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“I,
Anthony James DiPietro, take you, Olivia Jane Taylor, to be my lawful wedded
wife, from this day forward, till death do us part.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">The
impact of the words hit Olivia. They were promising to love each other for the
rest of their lives. How could anyone make a promise like that? How could she
possibly know at twenty how she would feel at forty?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">She
swallowed and closed her eyes for a moment, thrusting the thought from her
mind. All she knew was that she loved Tony. They’d have to figure out this
marriage thing as they went along.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Like her parents figured it out?</span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Something
inside Olivia snapped, like an elastic band reaching its breaking point.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">What if she and Tony didn’t make it?</span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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minister continued the liturgy. “Olivia, repeat after me, ‘I, Olivia Jane
Taylor—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“I
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Olivia thought she had put her past behind her when Tony left her at the altar. Eight years later he is back and they have to work together. Tony still has feelings for Olivia, he believed he did the right thing. Olivia is now engaged to someone else, but she can't stop herself from thinking about Tony. Can there be such a thing as second chances or will Olivia get revenge?</div>
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If your a sucker for second chance stories, this one is for you. I thought the tone is perfect for the story, you can feel Olivia's animosity towards Tony and Tony's hesitation with Olivia. Another wonderful read for Jana Richards.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.625;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Number of pages: 201<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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considered herself an ugly duckling in a family of swans. She's the bridesmaid
her friends count on, but never the woman any man wants for his bride. So she
plays the funny girl and guards her emotions, and her secrets, closely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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his wedding, Dani was there to help him through the humiliation. A year later
they meet again and once more Zach needs her help. To fend off the unwanted
attentions of his former fiancé, he asks Dani to pretend to be his girlfriend.
They play their roles a little too well, and make believe turns into reality.
But their relationship comes crashing down around them when Zach's trust issues
cause him to accuse Dani of cheating. Telling the truth means Dani will betray
a friend, something she will never do. But keeping her secrets means she may be
destined to remain a bridesmaid forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Her heart cried for him. Zach was
a good guy. He didn't deserve the humiliation Chantal had heaped on him. She
wanted to tell him how badly she felt for him, wanted to let him know that she
would gladly listen if he felt like talking. But their relationship had always
been superficial, one that didn't include intimate heart to heart
conversations. Offering sympathy would only embarrass him more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">So she'd do what she did best.
She'd make him laugh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"I realize you've had a bad
day, but hey, look at me. I got squeezed into a dress that makes me look like
an overstuffed Barbie doll. My shoes are killing me, and then to top it all
off, the dress from Hell splits across my ass so the whole world can see my
underwear."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">One corner of Zach's mouth
quirked in a brief grin. "Yeah, you've got it all over me. I've only been
cheated on and humiliated on my wedding day. For the record, the whole world
didn't see your underwear, just me."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">She did her best to keep a
straight face. "I happen to take my semi-nakedness seriously, even if
there's only one person to witness it."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">He chuckled, a deep rumbling
sound that did funny things to her insides. But despite his laughter, his blue
eyes were full of pain. Dani wished there was something more she could do for
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"Thanks for the loan of the
jacket," she said. "Can I hang on to it for a while?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"Of course. Thank you for
providing a diversion."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"Always glad to provide
comic relief." She sneered at the neon pink satin spilling out from
beneath the tuxedo jacket, while lifting the fabric and dropping it in disgust.
"It wasn't a much of a stretch, seeing how I was already dressed like a
pink clown."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Zach's lips twitched. "It's
certainly an interesting color."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"Please. This pink is bright
enough to be visible from space."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">He laughed out loud, and she was
struck by the warmth of his smile. Once upon a time, she'd had a secret little
crush on him. He was way out her league and had been devoted to Chantal, but
what red-blooded woman wouldn't lust after a man as handsome as Zach just a
little bit, in the privacy of her bedroom?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"The best thing about this
dress is that someone else paid for it." Dani was saving her money for
something special and nothing was going to stand in her way. "Chantal said
she wanted the bridesmaid dresses to make a statement. In my case, the
statement was, 'Get a different dress.'"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Hearing his fiancée's name
instantly wiped the smile from his face. "She shouldn't have made you wear
a dress you felt so uncomfortable in. Don't be so hard on yourself, Daphne."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Her heart fell. "Actually,
it's Daniella, Daniella DiPietro. Everyone calls me Dani." She knew this
was probably the longest conversation they'd had in their acquaintance, but it
still hurt that he didn't remember her name.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">He closed his eyes and shook his
head. "Of course I know your name. I don't know what's the matter with me.
I'm sorry."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"Don't be. You've had a hell
of a day. Not as bad as mine of course, but still lousy. It's not a big deal."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"It's a big deal to me. I'm
really sorry."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Dani brushed aside his apology
with a wave of her hand, trying not to let her disappointment show. She wasn't
the kind of woman men remembered. Men remembered women like Chantal, beautiful,
tall, slim blondes, with cute little turned up noses. Not short, dark, pudgy
women with prominent Italian beaks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"I should go. Your mother
and Camp are waiting for me in the limo. Would you like a ride home with us?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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but I think I want to be alone for a while longer. Please tell my mom I'm fine."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"I will," she said. "Can
I ask you to do one more favor for me? I promised your mother I'd bring her
purse to her, and we both know what'll happen if try to crawl under there
again." She pointed to the little beaded bag on the floor beneath the pew.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"Of course." He bent to
retrieve it, giving her a close-up and personal view of his gorgeous, tight butt.
She swallowed and looked away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"Thank you. How do I get the
jacket back to you?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"Just drop it off at the
rental place." He told her the address.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"Okay, I'll do that. Well, I
have to go home now and burn this dress. Goodbye Zach."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"Goodbye, Daniella."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">It surprised her that he called
by her full given name. She blinked and looked into his face. The desolation
she saw felt like a punch in the gut. He'd obviously loved Chantal and she'd
hurt him deeply. Without thinking, she laid her hand on his arm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"It's going to be all right."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">He placed his hand over hers.
Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he took a deep breath. I know. I just…"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Wanting nothing more than to
comfort, she wrapped her arms around his waist in a hug. He held her tightly,
pulling her against him and burying his face in her neck. Dani inhaled the
intoxicating scent of spicy aftershave laced with underlying notes of warm,
clean male. How could Chantal treat a wonderful man like Zach this way?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">She gently pulled away, keeping
him at arm's length. "You're going to get past this, Zach."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"It doesn't feel like it
right now."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"I know, but someday, when
you're old and grey, you'll be sitting on the front porch with your wonderful
wife of fifty years, and you'll say 'Thank Heaven Chantal cheated on me or I
never would have met you.'"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">He made a sound somewhere between
a laugh and a sob. "Fifty years, eh?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">"Trust me."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Some lucky girl would snap Zach
up in a minute, and if she was smart, she'd shower him with the love and
consideration he deserved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Some lucky girl, but not me.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Reluctantly, she took a step
back. He squeezed her fingers before letting her go. With her heart pounding in
her chest, and regret nipping at her heels, she hurried from the church.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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like kiss the jilted groom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Daniella Dipietro could sing the words to <em>Here comes the bride</em>, she could whistle, hum, and mime it if she had too. Dani has been a bridesmaid one to many times, so why had she agreed yet again to be one? She would have to honestly say though this last one was a doozy, worthy of a soap opera. Now she finds herself trying to cheer up jilted groom <span style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.625;"> Zach Morrison whose bride to be betrayed him.</span></div>
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One year later, Dani has done it again, she is in another wedding. What she had not planned on is pretending to be Zach's girlfriend to keep his ex away. Heck she had not seen him in a year, but Dani can't help getting a little giddy about being around him, after all he is a hunk. Pretending is fine until feelings begin to get involved and Zach's issues from his past are slowly creeping in.</div>
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Entertaining story. I really liked Dani, she was so sweet and even though pretending to be Zach's girlfriend was out of her comfort zone, she embraced the challenge. Great chemistry, a really fun weekend read.</div>
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romance novel, she immediately knew two things: she had to commit the stories
running through her head to paper, and they had to end with a happily ever
after. She also knew she’d found what she was meant to do. Since then she’s
never met a romance genre she didn’t like. She writes contemporary romance,
romantic suspense, and historical romance set in World War Two, in lengths
ranging from short story to full length novel. Just for fun, she throws in
generous helpings of humor, and the occasional dash of the paranormal. Her
paranormal romantic suspense “Seeing Things” was a 2008 EPPIE finalist. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">In her life away from writing,
Jana is an accountant/admin assistant, a mother to two grown daughters, and a
wife to her husband Warren. She enjoys golf, yoga, movies, concerts, travel and
reading, not necessarily in that order. She and her husband live in Winnipeg
with their Pug/Terrier cross Lou and several unnamed goldfish. She loves to
hear from readers and can be reached through her website at
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;">The Opposite of Wild<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Unleash
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Ryan O'Hare takes one look at buttoned-up control freak Liz Garner and just
itches to loosen the woman up. Not that he’s into her. Because a woman like
that comes with way too many expectations. Not to mention, she practically
works for him, and he didn’t hire Liz to watch after his beloved
Harley-stealing Gran so he could turn Liz loose in his bed. Still, there’s
something about her, a hidden wild side, that makes him wonder what it would
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avoided for years. Unfortunately, she needs the money and Ryan's grandmother
needs a keeper. (Midnight tango lessons and ziplines with Gran, anyone?) Ryan's
rare smile and swaggering confidence have Liz torn between throwing her
favorite pinot grigio at his head or throwing herself at him. Can this control
freak find a way to let loose with the tough, no-strings guy who once broke her
heart?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ryan just stood there, his sharp eyes studying her.
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">"I am?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He reached out and smoothed a lock of hair behind her ear,
and her heart caught in her throat at the gentle gesture. "You seem
so…uptight," he said. She stiffened and took a step back. "But I know
you were checking me out when I was mowing."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She flushed, but rallied quickly. "I was only bringing
you water." She crossed her arms and said primly, "You surprised me
when you dumped the water on your head. I was merely looking to see if you were
going to do any other…surprising things."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">His lips twitched. "You're like a librarian just
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">"There it is." He smiled and stepped close,
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She put both hands on his solid chest and pushed him out the
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3MJRpm3G8gAxmBE5QZbnmxIXcPJkTb_ozH-Hj_3y3wqmFvhoZB-bf0kOkDpXDzDKzmMsMnwxDWUckfuz-kVDJg8txD7KU7LymgUE6a-Pe51YX1Wx722XWBNcaqFQJKw7C-AxkmB7RFs8/s1600/kylie.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3MJRpm3G8gAxmBE5QZbnmxIXcPJkTb_ozH-Hj_3y3wqmFvhoZB-bf0kOkDpXDzDKzmMsMnwxDWUckfuz-kVDJg8txD7KU7LymgUE6a-Pe51YX1Wx722XWBNcaqFQJKw7C-AxkmB7RFs8/s1600/kylie.png" height="200" width="159" /></a><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Kylie Gilmore
was lucky enough to discover romance novels at a young age as they were strewn
all over the house (thanks, Mom!). She writes quirky, tender romance with a
solid dose of humor. Her first book in the Clover Park series, The Opposite of
Wild, will launch in January 2014 featuring the oldest of three brothers and
his lady love. The next two books in the series give each brother his dream
girl (eventually).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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in New York with her family, two cats, and a nutso dog. When she's not writing,
wrangling kids, or dutifully taking notes at writing conferences, you can find
her flexing her muscles all the way to the high cabinet for her secret
chocolate stash.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">by Kylie
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Ryan O'Hare takes one look at buttoned-up control freak Liz Garner and just
itches to loosen the woman up. Not that he’s into her. Because a woman like
that comes with way too many expectations. Not to mention, she practically
works for him, and he didn’t hire Liz to watch after his beloved
Harley-stealing Gran so he could turn Liz loose in his bed. Still, there’s
something about her, a hidden wild side, that makes him wonder what it would
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avoided for years. Unfortunately, she needs the money and Ryan's grandmother
needs a keeper. (Midnight tango lessons and ziplines with Gran, anyone?) Ryan's
rare smile and swaggering confidence have Liz torn between throwing her
favorite pinot grigio at his head or throwing herself at him. Can this control
freak find a way to let loose with the tough, no-strings guy who once broke her
heart?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She stiffened at his teasing tone, whirled around and
grabbed the doorknob. He placed a hand over hers on the knob. She looked at his
large hand covering her smaller one and her heart seemed to stop and lurch
painfully forward. "I'm not a puzzle," she told him quietly.
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">"I'll dump ice on you!" She slipped inside and
shut the door. Again she heard his low laugh as he walked away. She wanted to
rip open the door and yell at him some more, but stopped herself because she
didn't want Daisy to see the insanity he provoked in her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Kylie Gilmore
was lucky enough to discover romance novels at a young age as they were strewn
all over the house (thanks, Mom!). She writes quirky, tender romance with a
solid dose of humor. Her first book in the Clover Park series, The Opposite of
Wild, will launch in January 2014 featuring the oldest of three brothers and
his lady love. The next two books in the series give each brother his dream
girl (eventually).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Kylie lives
in New York with her family, two cats, and a nutso dog. When she's not writing,
wrangling kids, or dutifully taking notes at writing conferences, you can find
her flexing her muscles all the way to the high cabinet for her secret
chocolate stash.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06626492044927880269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180339801633597521.post-91650993186539573972014-01-20T00:00:00.001-05:002014-01-20T13:02:18.772-05:00Ford Taut by JA Huss Book Blitz and Giveaway<div class="MsoNormal">
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TAUT:
The Ford Book by JA Huss<br />
(Rook and Ronin Spin-off)<br />
Published January 20, 2014<br />
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Contemporary, Erotic Romance, New-ish Adult<br />
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<b>Synopsis:</b><br />
TAUT IS A STANDALONE NOVEL - you do NOT have to read any of the Rook and Ronin
books first.<br />
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Ford Aston is known for many things. Being an emotionless, messed up bastard, a
freakishly smart social outcast, and a cold, domineering master who keeps
"pets" instead of girlfriends.<br />
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And after Rook broke his heart, he plans to keep it that way.<br />
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Ashleigh is known for nothing, and that's exactly what she's got going for her.
She's broke, stranded in the mountains with a three month old baby, and
Ford Aston is screwing with her head.<br />
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Big. Time.<br />
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And she plans to mess with his right back.<br />
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It's a coy game at first, filled with flirting, and innuendo--but Ford soon
realizes something is not quite right with Ashleigh. In fact, something
is seriously, seriously wrong and the closer they get to their final
destination, the closer Ford gets to the truth.<br />
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One night of devastation, self-loathing, and emptiness turns into the best
thing that ever happened to Ford Aston. But one day of
in-your-face reality threatens Ashleigh's whole existence.<br />
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Since A LOT of people have been asking here is the scoop on how this book fits
in with my Rook & Ronin series:<br />
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Ford first appears in Rook and Ronin #2, Manic. He has a bigger role in Panic,
R&R #3, and then he has a novella, called SLACK. This TAUT book is
only FORD. It's not really part of the R&R series, as that plot has all
been sidelined for this one romance book.<br />
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<b>Goodreads</b>: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18807831-taut">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18807831-taut</a><br />
<b>Amazon</b>: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/TAUT-Ford-Book-Ronin-Spinoff/dp/1936413353">http://www.amazon.com/TAUT-Ford-Book-Ronin-Spinoff/dp/1936413353</a><br />
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AMAZON:
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B&N: <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/taut-j-a-huss/1118067017?ean=2940148299080">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/taut-j-a-huss/1118067017?ean=2940148299080</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Luck. We are not on speaking terms, luck and I. Because my
name is not Ronin Flynn. Luck loves him. Shit, if Ronin was in this
predicament, he’d have broken down across from the Four Seasons, they’d tell
him they only had the penthouse available, and he could have it for half price
since it was sitting empty anyway. They’d send up complimentary fruit baskets
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I laugh. The sad thing is that it’s closer to the truth than
I’d like to admit. Ronin is like… walking magic when it comes to life.
Everything he wants, he gets. People love him immediately. They don’t scowl at
him because he conjures up memories of almost blowing people up on the golf
course or electrocuting boys in the skate park bathroom, or for being the town
freak who read every book in the library, even the dictionary and the
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It’s… it’s infuriating. He’s literally a professional liar,
for fuck’s sake, and all they see is sweet perfection. But when they look at me
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I’m a goddamned movie producer. I know famous people. I have
a mountain home in Vail, a luxury condo in Denver, and a five-million-dollar
monstrosity on Mulholland Drive in Bel Air. I take care of myself, I’m well
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And yet I get sluts. I swear. Sluts who don’t even blink
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She does not give one fancy fuck what Ronin’s part in our
business is. Her exact words. Not one fancy fuck. She loves him, no matter
what. Unconditionally. She rode a thousand miles on a motorcycle back to the
place where the most horrific things happened to her, stole secret files, and
almost got her legs burned off in a house fire to save his professionally lying
ass.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And I get no-name pets who want me to bend them over a couch
and smack their pussy to make them come.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s just… what the fuck? Why? It’s like I have a sign on my
fucking head that says I like the weird ones.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I shut the shower down and dry off, then wrap the towel
around my waist and go hunting for a toothbrush in the medicine cabinet. The
girl already has hers out, sticking up out of a cup next to the sink. I open a
new one for me, then some toothpaste and brush my teeth to chase away the
whiskey.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I leave the bathroom and cross the hall to my room and flick
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And stop dead.<o:p></o:p></div>
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That fucking girl is sleeping in my bed. Her shirt—actually,
my shirt, it says CU Buffs on the sleeve—is pulled up to her neck, exposing her
swollen breasts. Her nipples are large and a shade or two darker than her
slightly olive skin. The baby is lying next to her, right up against her belly,
but she’s also sleeping.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I flick the light off and stand in the doorway, backlit by
the hall light.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m awake,” Ashleigh says. “If you need clothes, just go
ahead and turn on the light. I’m awake.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I flick it back on and notice the shirt has been pulled
down. “Sorry, I just assumed you’d be in the other room.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You said you were gonna sleep downstairs. Did you change
your mind?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I can’t speak for a moment, because it almost sounds like an
invitation. I look at her. I mean, really look at her. She’s pretty, but not in
any way beautiful or striking. More cute than anything. She has a curvy shape
about her. Not so much her body, but her face, her features. They’re not
angular and hard, they’re round and soft. Her eyes are large and brown, like
her long hair, and they have a slight almond shape, like she has some Asian
heritage. She’s small. Tiny really, for a girl who just gave birth a few months
ago. She was probably one of those pregnant girls who are all belly and breasts.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No, I didn’t change my mind. I just… need some clothes.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“OK,” she says and then clutches the baby to her chest and
turns over, exposing her pink panty-covered ass. It’s a stark contrast to the
dark blue comforter as it peeks out. I have an urge to slap it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I laugh at this and she turns back, this time without the
baby. “What’s funny?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I surrender with my hands up. “You wanted me to notice your
ass when you turned? Mission accomplished. But I don’t like a tease, so don’t
start something you can’t finish.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She stares hard at me and I feel a little nervous about what
kind of reaction she might have. “I’m sure I can handle it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I raise my eyebrows but I’m not sure what to say back. I
might be at a loss for words. I’m sure I can handle it. “Is that a challenge?
Or an offer?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Take it however you want.” She closes her eyes and then
slips her hand between her legs. I’m not sure she’s doing anything naughty with
it, but it’s provocative all the same. “Why are you still standing there?” she
asks with her eyes still closed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m having trouble controlling myself, to be honest. I
might just think of it as both an offer and a challenge.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her eyes open at my response and then she throws the covers
off, baring her legs all the way up to her panties. She gets up and then walks
out the door, shutting the light off as she goes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t let her get more than a few paces before I grab her
around the middle and push her face first against the wall. I drop my towel and
jam my thigh between her legs. “Open,” I growl into her ear.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She obeys without words and my dick expands to its full
thickness as she presses her ass into me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What do you like, Ashleigh? You like it slow and tender?
Because if so, you’re out of luck. I’m not that kind of guy.” I press my chest
into her back and I can almost feel her rapidly beating heart. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I like what you like, Rutherford.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She says my name like she knows me intimately. It almost
puts me off my game, because I’m not used to the women I fuck speaking, let
alone addressing me by my given name. “You have no idea what I like and if I
were you, I’d be careful what you agree to. Because I like it dirty and if I
decide to fuck you, I’ll expect compliance.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Just get me off,” she says in a low whisper.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>(STEAMY)<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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“Ford?” she says in an overly sweet voice.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes, Ashleigh?” I look over at her with a dimpled grin.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m gonna get you back for all this control, you do realize
that, right?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I reach over and grab her thigh. She jumps a little and lets
out a gasp. “I never lose, Ash. Never. So if you think you can get me back by
playing nasty with me tonight, then by all means, show me what a loser I am.”
And then I slip my hand down her thigh and pinch her skin until she yelps.
Before her hand can even move to swat mine off, I’m caressing her pussy through
her jeans. “Do not come or I will tease you and withhold orgasms later.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She holds her breath and nods. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I let up on the pressure. “Unbutton and unzip your pants.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She breathes. But she obeys. She pops the button and the
zipper makes a soft ripping sound.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Stick your hand inside your panties.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She doesn’t even hesitate and this makes me so fucking hard.
I can feel her fingers through her jeans. “I can feel everything you do,
Ashleigh. I’ll let you come right now, but you have to do all the work. Are you
ready?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m ready,” she whispers. When I look over at her she’s
looking right back at me. Her stare never wavers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I look back to the road. This highway is deserted. No one is
traveling I-70 west with us. There are cars every now and then going east, but
very few.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Begin,” I command.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She shudders before she even starts and I almost die
thinking she already came. But it was just an excited shudder, not an orgasm.
She begins in slow circles over her clit. I press down a little and her
breathing becomes heavier. She continues this a few more times but then she
scoots her butt down more towards the edge of the seat and slips in farther. I
can feel the back of her hand on my palm through the thick fabric, and then it
dips. “Tell me what you just did, Ash.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Put my fingers inside me,” she says in a low, breathy
voice.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Does it feel good?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Not as good as yours would. But I’ll make do.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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I say nothing to her joking, just cup her hand with mine and
increase her movements. Her other hand hovers over mine. “Can I touch you,
Ford?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes,” I say, because I want her. I want her more than I
don’t want to be touched. Her hand rests on top of mine. It’s very small, and I
chance a look over to compare sizes. “Keep on task.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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She pumps into herself and then she takes my hand and places
it over her belly, where the opening in her jeans is. “I want you to touch my
skin.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You’ll get your wish,” I tell her with my eyes still on the
road. “But for now—” I withdraw my hand and put it back on the steering wheel.
“For now, you will pleasure yourself to satisfy me.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m going to imagine you doing it, then.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“That’s against the rules, you should be thinking only of
how much you will please me by following my instructions.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I don’t care, it’s my mind and I’ll picture you fingering
me if I want.” And then she opens her eyes all the way and stares at me. I look
away and concentrate on the road. “And you will never know, Ford. Because
you’re not a mind-reader.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I want to thump my head against the steering wheel
repeatedly, that’s how crazy she’s driving me with this rebellion. That’s how
bad she’s being. If she was one of my pets I’d have her strapped face first to
a wall, gagged and blindfolded right now—she’d be getting the spanking of her
life. And I wouldn’t feel bad about it at all. I’d enjoy it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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AUTHOR
BIO<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNXpUsMx0gb81TkGFICk4exZISTZLKo4eV-qPRTSctytCPiBiBPbFi0RP7UZ19aBnEBXcgnY6tPQ7cjtnFQDQ2FRkRCyb4u1yonUiMjnyUyVFhdc1vB9quA8GjewtvKXEclSN6VyV6-5c/s1600/ja.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNXpUsMx0gb81TkGFICk4exZISTZLKo4eV-qPRTSctytCPiBiBPbFi0RP7UZ19aBnEBXcgnY6tPQ7cjtnFQDQ2FRkRCyb4u1yonUiMjnyUyVFhdc1vB9quA8GjewtvKXEclSN6VyV6-5c/s1600/ja.png" /></a>J.
A. Huss likes to write new adult books that make you think and keep
you guessing. Her favorite genre <br />
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She has an undergraduate degree in horses, (yes, really–Thank you,
Colorado State University) and a master’s degree in forensic
toxicology from the University of Florida. She used to have a
job driving around Colorado doing pretty much nothing but shooting
the breeze with farmers, but now she just writes, runs the New
Adult Addiction and Clean Teen Reads Book Blogs, and runs an online science
classroom for homeschoolers.<o:p></o:p></div>
to read is space opera, but
since practically no one reads those books, she writes new adult
science fiction, paranormal romance, contemporary romance, urban
fantasy, and books about Junco (who refuses to be saddled with a
label).<br />
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Links:</u><o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://jahuss.com/">Website</a> / <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6446815.J_A_Huss" target="_blank">Goodreads</a> / <a href="https://www.facebook.com/IAmJustJunco" target="_blank">Facebook</a> / <a href="https://twitter.com/jahuss" target="_blank">Twitter</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Wedding Favor<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">A
Save the Date Novel<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Cara
Connelly<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Genre: Contemporary Romance<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Publisher: Avon<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Date of Publication: 12/31/2013<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ISBN: 9780062282262 <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ISBN10: 0062282263<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">In
her deliciously sexy debut, Cara Connelly gives a whole new meaning to crashing
a wedding.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">BEFORE THE WEDDING Tyrell Brown
wanted to get the hell out of Houston and back to his ranch. Instead, he’s
stuck on a flight to France for his best friend’s wedding. To top it off, he
discovers he’s sharing a seat with Victoria Westin, the blue-eyed,
stiletto-heeled lawyer who’s been a thorn in his side for months.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">AT THE WEDDING Victoria can’t
believe it! How can she be at the same wedding as this long, lead cowboy with a
killer smile? So what if they shared a few in-flight cocktails, some serious
flirting, and a near-miss at the mile-high club? She still can’t stand the man!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">AFTER THE WEDDING The wedding
disaster’s in the rearview, but the sizzle between these two is still red-hot.
They tried to be on their best behavior in France, but back in the States all
bets are off…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Wedding-Favor-Save-Novel/dp/0062282263">Amazon</a> <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-wedding-favor-cara-connelly/1115888587?ean=9780062282262">BN</a> <a href="http://harpercollins.com/books/Wedding-Favor-Cara-Connelly/?isbn=9780062282262">Harper
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"> <b>Excerpt:</b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
Wedding Favor<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “That woman,” Tyrell aimed his
finger like a gun at the blonde across the hall, “is a bitch on wheels.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Angela set a calming hand on his
arm. “That’s why she’s here, Ty. That’s why they sent her.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He paced away from Angela, then
back again, eyes locked on the object of his fury. She was talking on a cell phone, angled away
from him so all he could see was her smooth French twist and the simple gold
hoop in her right earlobe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “She’s got ice water in her veins,”
he muttered. “Or arsenic. Or whatever the hell they embalm people
with.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “She’s just doing her job. And in this case, it’s a thankless one. They can’t win.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty turned his roiling eyes on Angela. He would have started in – again – about
hired-gun lawyers from New York City coming down to Texas thinking all they had
to do was bullshit a bunch of good ole boys who’d never made it past eighth
grade, but just then the clerk stepped out of the judge’s chambers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Ms. Sanchez,” she said to
Angela. “Ms. Westin,” to the
blonde. “We have a verdict.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Across the hall, the blonde snapped
her phone shut and dropped it in her purse, snatched her briefcase off the tile
floor and, without looking at Angela or Ty, or anyone else for that matter,
walked briskly through the massive oak doors and into the courtroom. Ty followed several paces behind, staring
bullets in the back of her tailored navy suit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Twenty minutes later they walked
out again. A reporter from Houston
Tonight stuck a microphone in Ty’s face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “The jury obviously believed you,
Mr. Brown. Do you feel vindicated?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> I feel homicidal, he wanted to
snarl. But the camera was rolling. “I’m just glad it’s over,” he said. “Jason Taylor dragged this out for seven
years, trying to wear me down. He
didn’t.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He continued striding down the
broad hallway, the reporter jogging alongside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Mr. Brown, the jury came back with
every penny of the damages you asked for.
What do you think that means?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “It means they understood that all
the money in the world won’t raise the dead.
But it can cause the living some serious pain.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Taylor’s due to be released next
week. How do you feel knowing he’ll be
walking around a free man?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty stopped abruptly. “While my wife’s cold in the ground? How do you think I feel?” The man shrank back from Ty’s hard stare,
decided not to follow as Ty strode out through the courthouse doors.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Outside, Houston’s rush hour was a
glimpse inside the doors of hell.
Scorching pavement, blaring horns.
Eternal gridlock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty didn’t notice any of it. Angela caught up to him on the sidewalk,
tugged his arm to slow him down. “Ty, I
can’t keep up in these heels.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Sorry.” He slowed to half speed. Even as pissed off as he was, Texas courtesy
was ingrained.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Taking her bulging briefcase from
her hand, he smiled down at her in a good imitation of his usual laid-back
style. “Angie, honey,” he drawled, “you
could separate your shoulder lugging this thing around. And believe me, a separated shoulder’s no
joke.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “I’m sure you’d know about
that.” She slanted a look up from under
thick black lashes, swept it over his own solid shoulders. Angling her slender body toward his, she
tossed her wavy black hair and tightened her grip on his arm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty got the message. The old breast-crushed-against-the-arm was
just about the easiest signal to read.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> And it came as no surprise. During their long days together preparing for
trial, the cozy take-out dinners in her office as they went over his testimony,
Angela had dropped plenty of hints.
Given their circumstances, he hadn’t encouraged her. But she was a beauty, and to be honest, he
hadn’t discouraged her either.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Now, high on adrenaline from a
whopping verdict that would likely boost her to partner, she had “available”
written all over her. At that very
moment they were passing by the Alden Hotel.
One nudge in that direction and she’d race him to the door. Five minutes later he’d be balls deep,
blotting out the memories he’d relived on the witness stand that morning. Memories of Lissa torn and broken, pleading
with him to let her go, let her die. Let
her leave him behind to somehow keep living without her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Angela’s steps slowed. He was tempted, sorely tempted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> But he couldn’t do it. For six months Angela had been his rock. It would be shameful and ugly to use her this
afternoon, then drop her tonight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Because drop her, he would. She’d seen too deep inside, and like the
legions preceding her, she’d found the hurt there and was all geared up to fix
it. He couldn’t be fixed. He didn’t want to be fixed. He just wanted to fuck and forget. And she wasn’t the girl for that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Fortunately, he had the perfect
excuse to ditch her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Angie, honey.” His drawl was deep and rich even when he
wasn’t using it to soften a blow. Now it
flowed like molasses. “I can’t ever
thank you enough for all you did for me.
You’re the best lawyer in Houston and I’m gonna take out a full page ad
in the paper to say so.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She leaned into him. “We make a good team, Ty.” Sultry-eyed, she tipped her head toward the
Marriott. “Let’s go inside. You can . . . buy me a drink.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> His voice dripped with regret, not
all of it feigned. “I wish I could,
sugar. But I’ve got a plane to catch.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She stopped on a dime. “A plane?
Where’re you going?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Paris. I’ve got a wedding.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “But Paris is just a puddle-jump
from here! Can’t you go tomorrow?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “France, honey. Paris, France.” He flicked a glance at the revolving clock on
the corner, then looked down into her eyes.
“My flight’s at eight, so I gotta get.
Let me find you a cab.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Dropping his arm, she tossed her
hair again, defiant this time. “Don’t
bother. My car’s back at the
courthouse.” Snatching her briefcase
from him, she checked her watch. “Gotta
run, I have a date.” She turned to go.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> And then her bravado failed
her. Looking over her shoulder, she
smiled uncertainly. “Maybe we can
celebrate when you get back?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty smiled too, because it was
easier. “I’ll call you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Guilt pricked him for leaving the
wrong impression, but Jesus, he was itching to get away from her, from
everyone, and lick his wounds. And he
really did have a plane to catch. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Figuring it would be faster than
finding a rush-hour cab, he walked the six blocks to his building, working up
the kind of sweat a man only gets wearing a suit. He ignored the elevator, loped up the five
flights of stairs – why not, he was soaked anyway – unlocked his apartment, and
thanked God out loud when he hit the air conditioning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The apartment wasn’t home – that
would be his ranch – just a sublet, a place to crash during the run-up to the
trial. Sparsely furnished and painted a
dreary off-white, it had suited his bleak and brooding mood.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> And it had one appliance he was
looking forward to using right away.
Striding straight to the kitchen, he peeled off the suit parts he was
still wearing – shirt, pants, socks – and balled them up with the jacket and
tie. Then he stuffed the whole wad in
the trash compactor and switched it on, the first satisfaction he’d had all
day. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The clock on the stove said he was
running late, but he couldn’t face fourteen hours on a plane without a shower,
so he took one anyway. And of course he
hadn’t packed yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He hated to rush, it went against
his nature, but he moved faster than he usually did. Even so, what with the traffic, by the time
he parked his truck and went through all the rigmarole to get to his terminal,
the plane had already boarded and they were preparing to detach the jet way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Though he was in no frame of mind
for it, he forced himself to dazzle and cajole the pretty girl at the gate into
letting him pass, then settled back into his black mood as he walked down the
jet way. Well, at least he wouldn’t be
squished into coach with his knees up his nose all the way to Paris. He’d sprung for first class and he intended
to make the most of it. Starting with a
double shot of Jack Daniels.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Tyrell Brown, can’t you move any
faster than that? I got a planeful of
people waiting on you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Despite his misery, he broke out in
a grin at the silver-haired woman glaring at him from the airplane door. “Loretta, honey, you working this
flight? How’d I get so lucky?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She rolled her eyes. “Spare me the sweet talk and move your
ass.” She waved away the ticket he held
out. “I don’t need that. There’s only one seat left on the whole dang
airplane. Why it has to be in my
section, I’ll be asking the good Lord next Sunday.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He dropped a kiss on her
cheek. She swatted his arm. “Don’t make me tell your Mama on you.” She gave him a little shove down the
aisle. “I talked to her just last week
and she said you haven’t called her in a month.
What kind of ungrateful boy are you, anyway? After she gave you the best years of her
life.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Loretta was his Mama’s best friend,
and she was like family. She’d been
needling him since he was a toddler, and was one of the few people immune to
his charm. She pointed at the only empty
seat. “Sit your butt down and buckle up
so we can get this bird in the air.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty had reserved the window seat, but it was
already taken, leaving him the aisle. He
might have objected if the occupant hadn’t been a woman. But again, Texas courtesy required him to
suck it up, so he did, keeping one eye on her as he stuffed his bag in the
overhead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She was leaning forward, rummaging
in the carry-on between her feet, and hadn’t seen him yet, which gave him a
chance to check her out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Dressed for travel in a sleek black
tank top and yoga pants, she was slender, about five foot six, 120 pounds, if
he was any judge. Her arms and shoulders
were tanned and toned as an athlete’s, and her long blond hair was perfectly
straight, falling forward like a curtain around a face that he was starting to
hope lived up to the rest of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Things are looking up, he
thought. Maybe this won’t be one of the
worst days of my life after all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Then she looked up at him. The bitch on wheels.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He took it like a fist in the face,
spun on his heel and ran smack into Loretta.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “For God’s sake, Ty, what’s wrong
with you!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “I need a different seat.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Why?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Who cares why. I just do.”
He slewed a look around the first class cabin. “Switch me with somebody.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She set her fists on her hips, and
in a low but deadly voice, said, “No, I will not switch you. These folks are all in pairs and they’re
settled in, looking forward to their dinner and a good night’s sleep, which is
why they’re paying through the nose for first class. I’m not asking them to move. And neither are you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> It would be Loretta, the only
person on earth he couldn’t sweet talk.
“Then switch me with someone from coach.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Now she crossed her arms. “You don’t want me to do that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Yes I do.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “No you don’t and I’ll tell you
why. Because it’s a weird request. And when a passenger makes a weird request,
I’m obliged to report it to the captain.
The captain’s obliged to report it to the tower. The tower notifies the Marshals, and next
thing you know, you’re bent over with a finger up your butt checking for
C-4.” She cocked her head to one side. “Now, do you really want that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He really didn’t. “Sheeee-iiiiit,” he squeezed out between his
teeth. He looked over his shoulder at
the bitch on wheels. She had her nose in
a book, ignoring him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Fourteen hours was a long time to
sit next to someone you wanted to strangle.
But it was that or get off the plane, and he couldn’t miss the wedding.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He cast a last bitter look at
Loretta. “I want a Jack Daniels every
fifteen minutes till I pass out. You
keep ‘em coming, you hear?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">* * *<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> This can’t be happening. Victoria Westin shut her eyes and counted to
ten, opened them again . . . and he was still there. She’d actually believed that her day couldn’t
suck any worse, but now Tyrell Brown was sitting beside her, wrestling with his
seatbelt and cursing under his breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Up close like this, he seemed a lot
bigger than he had in court. Maybe it
was the jeans and cowboy boots, or the UT shirt stretched across his chest,
showing off his arms. She’d only seen
him in a suit, and while he’d been a lean and imposing six foot two, he hadn’t
looked like this, like he could snap her in half without breaking a sweat. Now he looked more than capable of it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> And if she was reading his body
language right, that’s exactly what he wanted to do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Not that she blamed him. The person she blamed was her mother. Adrianna Marchand, of Marchand, Riley &
White, the premier civil defense law firm in New York City. Adrianna, who was a senior partner, had stuck
her, a lowly associate, with an unwinnable train wreck of a case and then
refused to let her settle it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “The plaintiff has nothing but his
own word to prove that the deceased ever regained consciousness before she
died,” her mother had said in her most pedantic tone. “Surely, Victoria, you can convince six jurors
of questionable intelligence that he’s highly motivated to lie. Nine million’s a lot of motivation for a
jerkwater rancher. Shake him up. Trip him up.
If you can’t think of anything else, then bloody well smile at
him.” She smirked at her daughter. “Your smile flusters any idiot with a
penis. And frankly, after five thousand
in orthodontics, it ought to.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> But Adrianna had been wrong about
all of it. The jurors were two doctors,
a college professor, a newspaper reporter, a retired judge, and a grad student,
all of whom were unquestionably intelligent.
The “deceased,” as Adrianna euphemistically termed Lissa Brown, had been
a bright, young, universally loved, kind-hearted rescuer of abused animals.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> And the “plaintiff,” who was
sitting beside her right now, had a 50,000-acre cattle ranch, a Ph.D. in
philosophy, and the saddest eyes she’d ever seen. The sympathetic jury had hung on his every
word. As a result, when Jason Taylor’s
five-year sentence for drunk driving and vehicular manslaughter was up next
week, he’d have to sell most of what he owned to satisfy the verdict.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Her mother was going to kill her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> If Tyrell Brown didn’t do it first.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">
* * *<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Somehow, while she was brooding,
they’d reached cruising altitude. Now
the flight attendant, who was apparently friendly with Tyrell, asked for her
drink order.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Club soda with lime,” she managed
to get out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty made a sound of disgust, then
snarled at Loretta, “I’m still waiting for my Jack Daniels.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “And you’ll wait a little longer,”
she shot back. But her pat on his
shoulder as she walked by belied the bite in her tone. Vicky shivered. Maybe Loretta would help him hide her
body. They could probably fit her in a
trash bag if they folded her up tight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> When Loretta returned with their
drinks, she handed Ty his whiskey without a word. Passing Victoria her club soda, she
smiled. “What brings you to Texas,
honey?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Victoria’s hand shook. She covered it by taking a sip, then said,
curtly, “Work,” hoping Loretta would take the hint and quit trying to converse. She couldn’t understand these Texans, they’d
talk to anyone, poke their noses in anywhere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “What’s your line?” Loretta went
on, undeterred.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty threw back his drink, waved the
empty glass in front of Loretta’s nose.
“Stewardess,” he sneered, “how about a refill here? You’re not getting paid to flap your jaw.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Loretta arched a deadly brow. For a long moment, they eyed each other. Then, deliberately, she took the glass. “Be right back, honey,” she said to Victoria,
without once breaking glares with Ty.
Then she turned, slowly, and walked away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> For an instant, just an instant,
Victoria and Ty were united in their relief.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Then she opened her book and
pretended to lose herself in it. He
flipped through the Skymall catalogue with the same intense concentration.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Of course, she wasn’t really
reading. How could she, bombarded by the
waves of resentment rolling off Ty? He’d
relived his worst nightmare on the witness stand, and it was clear to everyone
in that courtroom, including her, that he’d never recovered from his wife’s
death. Even though he’d won his case,
his heart had been raked over the coals in the process. And she’d been holding the rake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> From the corner of her eye, she
watched him nervously. He was really
putting away the whiskey. What if he got
drunk and went postal? She’d be the
first to go.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> To her horror, his head whipped
around as if he’d felt her watching him.
She flinched.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Had she really thought his eyes
were sad? Beautiful, yes, root beer
brown shot through with gold. But they
were murderous. She snapped her gaze
back to her book, praying she hadn’t set him off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">
* * *<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Of course, Ty wasn’t really reading
either. How could he, when Victoria
Westin was sitting there in his seat, so cold and controlled. There was no heart in the woman, no heat, no
compassion. Was she even alive? Maybe she was a vampire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Still, he wasn’t altogether proud
that he’d made her flinch. As if he’d
ever hit a woman. In his thirty years
he’d been in more fights than he could count – fists, knives, even guns a time
or two – and he liked to think he’d struck fear into a few hearts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> But never a woman’s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> If he didn’t hate her guts so much,
maybe he’d apologize. But he did, and he
wouldn’t. He crossed his arms. Better yet, she should apologize to him for
thinking he’d ever lift a hand to her.
Sure, he wanted to twist her head off like a bottle cap, but he wouldn’t
really do it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She had a lot of nerve making him
feel like a bully.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Loretta finally showed up with a
second Jack Daniels, waited while he knocked it back on top of the first, then
stalked off with the empty glass. He
scowled at her receding back. For sure,
she’d make him wait for the next one.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">
* * *<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Beef for you,” Loretta slapped it
down on Ty’s tray table, “and Ms. Westin, here’s your vegetarian entree.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty gave her a grin. “Why, thank you, Loretta, honey.” She ignored him, but he didn’t mind. They were two hours into the flight and his
jagged edges had smoothed out considerably.
He’d gotten the wedding gift out of the way – matching massage chairs
from the Skymall catalogue – and while he was at it, polished off his third and
fourth Jack Daniels. Now, deep into his
fifth, he was feeling more philosophical about life in general, and his
situation in particular.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Glancing over at Victoria’s steamed
veggies, he wondered idly why anyone would pass up filet mignon for broccoli
and rice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Without meaning to, he asked the
question out loud.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Victoria fumbled her cutlery. Cautiously, she turned her head to look at
him. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what
you said.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Her wariness made him feel like a
dick. And now that he’d gone and opened
his big mouth, clamming up again would only make things worse. So he took a stab at his usual laid-back
delivery. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “I said, why chew on leaves and
twigs when this filet here melts like butter?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Beef’s bad for you,” she said,
then flushed bright red.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty bit back a smile. She’d obviously just recalled that he owned a
cattle ranch. Cocking one brow, he said
lightly, “In Texas them’s fighting words, but seeing as we’re considerably east
of Texarkana, I’ll let it slide.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He forked another bite into his
mouth, washed it down with a slug of whiskey.
Then, because she was looking at him like she expected more, he aimed
his fork at her club soda. “Liquor bad
for you too?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “I don’t drink when I fly. It diminishes oxygen intake.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty’s eyes widened. He broke out in a smile. “Well hell.
I should be flopping around like a fish on land by now.” He sucked down the last drops in his glass,
caught Loretta’s eye and pointed to it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">
* * *<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Victoria pinched off a smile before
it could form. She didn’t trust this
new, affable Tyrell Brown. True, the
whiskey seemed to have mellowed him. But
he was unpredictable. He could strike
out in an instant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Still, she couldn’t look away from
him. His smile – which she’d never seen
in court – was an appealing flash of full lips and white teeth that crinkled
his eyes and transformed his handsome face into a heartstopper. With his tawny hair, streaked like a
surfer’s, a little too long and usually mussed, it was no wonder his attorney
had such an obvious crush on him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Loretta appeared with his
drink. “Loretta, honey,” he said, “tell
this young lady here that you’ve got plenty of oxygen on this plane.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Loretta tilted her head to one
side. “Tyrell, am I gonna have to cut
you off?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “I’m serious. She thinks,” he waved his glass at Victoria,
“that if she has some wine with her leaves and twigs, she’s gonna run out of
air or something.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Loretta turned to Victoria. Deadpan, she said, “We’ve got plenty of
oxygen on this plane.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Victoria’s smile slipped its
leash. “What a relief.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “So,” Ty grinned at her, “what’ll
you have?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She started to say that she didn’t
want anything, then decided it would be simpler just to give in. “I’ll have a cabernet,” she told Loretta. After all, she could pretend to sip it. At least she wouldn’t seem like such a
dork. Beef’s bad for you . . . liquor
diminishes oxygen intake. Good grief.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “I knew it,” said Ty, “I knew you’d
pick red wine. Antioxidants, right?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She lifted one shoulder, a silent
admission. God, she really was a dork.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He nodded, smugly. “Yeah, I got this.” He ticked it off on his fingers. “Yoga twice a week for flexibility. Pilates on the weekends for your core. Daily meditation, fifteen minutes morning and
night, to keep you centered. Monthly
massage to release toxins and stimulate your immune system.” He dropped his voice confidentially. “Or that’s what you tell yourself. Truth is, it just feels good.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She laughed. He was funny.
Handsome and funny, a killer combination.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> And he’d nailed her routine. It sounded so . . . so regimented when he
reeled it off in that laid-back drawl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Loretta brought the cabernet. Deliberately, Victoria took a big swallow,
then another. So what if the airlines
reduced the percentage of oxygen in the air to save money. Look at Tyrell. He was three sheets to the wind and he was
breathing just fine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Another glug, and she got up the
nerve to say, “Core muscles, daily meditation.
You’ve been reading your Oprah magazine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He held up a hand. “Only for the articles. I swear I never look at the pictures.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She giggled, something she never
did. She hadn’t eaten a thing all day,
and the wine had already gone to her head.
She ate a quick bite of stirfry, too little too late.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty sipped his whiskey. “Met her once. Oprah, I mean. She had a sit-down with some cattle ranchers
back when she stepped in a pile of shit, taking that dig at beef on her
show. My Daddy ran the ranch back
then. He brought me and my brother along
to hear what she had to say.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “And?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He shrugged. “Seemed like a nice lady. Well-spoken.
Sincere. I liked her. Even if my Daddy didn’t.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She took another long swallow of
cabernet. It was delicious. She really should drink wine more often. After all, it was loaded with antioxidants.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Another swallow, and she said, “I
met Dr. Phil. On a plane, just like
this.” She flicked her hand back and
forth between them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Dr. Phil? No shit.
He give you any free advice?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “He told me I should break up with
my fiancé.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He held up two fingers to
Loretta. Angled his body toward Vicky,
just a fraction, and she noticed that she’d done the same, just a little bit, just
enough to wrap the first delicate threads of intimacy around them. She took another sip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “And did you? Break up with him?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Not right away. But I should have. He ended up cheating on me, which Dr. Phil
predicted.” Another swallow. “Of course, my mother blamed me for it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty’s eyes widened. “She blamed you for his cheating? Why?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Why does she blame me for
anything?” She snorted a laugh. “That’s what I should’ve asked Dr. Phil. Why does my mother hate me? And why do I keep trying to make her love
me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> And this, she thought, is why I
shouldn’t drink.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She went back for another sip
anyway, realized her glass was empty just as another round arrived. Ty plucked the empty from her fingers and
handed her a fresh one. She smiled at
him. He had such expressive eyes. She couldn’t imagine why she’d ever thought
them murderous. They were maple syrup
and butter, liquid and warm, and focused on her like she was the only woman in
the world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She angled a little more in his
direction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">
* * *<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty forgot his filet, let himself be
pulled in. “What makes you think she
hates you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Where should I start?” She held up a hand. “Okay, I’ll skip the formative years and go
straight to college. I wanted to go to
Williams – small, rural, with a great theater program. But no.
According to my mother, as an actress the only line I’d ever have to
learn is, ‘Can I take your order?’”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She took a pull on her wine. “Just because her own mother took off for
Hollywood and never came back, I can’t be trusted anywhere near a stage. Apparently I’m too impractical, too . . .” she
fluttered her fingers, “flighty to know what’s good for me. So Mother decided my future for me. It had to be Yale, and it had to be
pre-law.” She sipped, shrugged. “I gave in, of course. I always do.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty swirled his drink, tried to imagine
his folks pushing him in a direction he didn’t want to go. They wouldn’t. And if they’d tried, he’d have dug in his
heels. An hour ago, he’d have bet his
ranch that confident, in-control Victoria Westin would do the same.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “You’re an adult now,” he
said. “Tell her to whistle up a
rope. Take yourself back to school and
study what you want to.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She looked baffled. “What I want to? I don’t even know what I want anymore.” She shrugged again. “It’s too late now. I’m stuck with the law, like it or not.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Well, do you like it?” In the courtroom she’d seemed so cold and
aloof, nothing like the warm-blooded woman beside him now. Even her blue eyes had heated up, from arctic
ice to warm October sky. With her brow knit
over them as she considered his question, she looked approachable and
vulnerable and, well, pretty too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “It has its moments,” she said at
last. “Probably like being a cop or a
firefighter. You know, hours of tedium
punctuated by moments of stark terror.”
When he chuckled, she said, “Okay, it’s not life or death, but it’s
still months of boring paperwork and preparation, and then the trial – which is
the terrifying part – is over in a couple of days.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She paused to hit the wine again,
and it must have dawned on her that trials were bound to be a sore subject,
because her eyes widened, her swallow turned into a gulp.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty could have told her not to
worry, because after working hard to get there for the last few hours, he’d
finally reached the zone he’d been striving for. He was, quite literally, mind-numbingly
drunk. In this state, which he’d
frequented many times in the past seven years, he could still carry on a
conversation and even remember it in the morning. He could make jokes, wax philosophical, and
fuck like a seventeen-year-old after the big game.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> But he couldn’t think of Lissa.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> It was a programmed response that
had probably saved his life, and he’d gotten the ritual down to a science. When his memories overwhelmed him, he’d drink
whiskey steadily until his fingers started to tingle. Then, and only then, he’d let himself shut
off the part of his mind where she lived and forget her for a while.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He’d reached that place half an
hour ago, and while most men would be sliding under their tray table, Ty was in
the bubble. For another half hour, he’d
be good company. The best. Then he’d go down hard and sleep for eight
straight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He’d dream about Lissa, that was
the downside. But when he woke in the
daylight, he’d be able to deal with it again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “So.” Victoria changed the subject in a hurry. “What’s in Paris?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “An old girlfriend’s getting
married.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “You’re going to an ex’s wedding?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Weird, huh? Thing is, about three months in, we both
figured out that we like each other a lot, but it wasn’t going past that.” He shrugged.
“We did the friends with benefits thing for a while. Now we’re just friends.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> *
* *<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Victoria couldn’t imagine being
friends with her ex. Aside from the fact
that he’d crushed her heart like roadkill, Winston wasn’t exactly fun to hang
out with. They’d have to do whatever he
wanted to do, just like always.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “How about you?” Ty asked. “What’s in Paris?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Actually, I’m headed to a wedding
too, in Amboise, a couple of hours outside the city. My brother.
Well, technically my half-brother, from my mother’s second marriage.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Second out of how many? Wait, let me guess.” He closed one eye, calculating. “Assuming she’s about fifty. . . .”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Four.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Okay, fifty-four, and a looker,
I’ll bet.” His smile said he meant it as
a compliment, and her cheeks warmed in response. “A lawyer,” he went on, “so she’s financially
independent, used to being her own boss.
And based on her attitude about college, a control freak too, right?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Oh yeah, she’s into control.” She swallowed more wine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He looked thoughtful. “Yeah, I’m gonna say she’s on number four.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Close.” She bobbed her glass in salute, drank
again. “Number four just got kicked to
the curb. She’s keeping his name,
though, so she won’t have to change the firm’s letterhead again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Add practical to her list of
virtues.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Victoria snorted, very
unladylike. Her mother would
disapprove. Then she shrugged one
shoulder. “To be fair, she probably
wouldn’t be so hard to live with if my father hadn’t died. He was her first husband. She really loved him.” She looked down into her glass, swirled the
last inch of wine. “The rest of her
husbands, her boyfriends too . . . well, Dr. Phil would say she’s trying to
fill the hole Dad left.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “How did he die?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Cancer. I was only three, but I remember him. Helping me blow out the candles on my
birthday cake, stuff like that. And the
funeral, I remember that. Mother crying
and crying like she’d never get over it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The minute the words were out of
her mouth she wished them back. Damn it,
she kept stepping on land mines. First
trials, now tragic death and heartbreak.
What next, drunk drivers?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “So, what do you do with your Ph.D.?” she blurted, hoping he was too anesthetized
to notice another abrupt topic change.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">
* * *<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Ty noticed, but he rolled with it,
untroubled by where the conversation had been and unconcerned with where it was
going.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The truth was, in the slightly
detached manner of the comfortably intoxicated, he was enjoying himself. Now that Victoria had come out of her cold
hard shell, he kind of liked her. She
had layers. He liked layers. He liked it when things weren’t what they
appeared to be on the surface. Must be
the philosopher in him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> And honestly, with her hair around
her shoulders and that curve-hugging outfit in place of her lawyer suit, she
looked good. He didn’t usually go for
the pale, porcelain-skin type. Too
fragile looking. And he liked more meat
on his women. Still, he was a sucker for
blue eyes, and he had to admit that what meat she had was in all the right
places.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Effortlessly, he shifted into
flirting mode.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Mostly I dazzle the ladies with
Descartes.” He wiggled his brows. “Empiricism’s always a turn-on. And rationalism? Another aphrodisiac.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">* * *<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Victoria widened her eyes, playing
along. “Philosophy’s sexy? Who knew?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> His smile was smug. “Make fun if you want to. But I did my dissertation on the perception
of sexual experience under those two competing doctrines, and trust me, a lot
of women thought that was sexy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Sure enough, she felt a frisson
herself. She doused it with the last of
her wine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Propping her elbow on the armrest,
she set her chin on her fist, scrunched her forehead into a pitying moue. “Please don’t tell me that’s your pick-up
line. It’s pathetic.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “But effective. Check it out.” He closed his eyes, made a show of slipping
into character.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> When he opened them again, Victoria
nearly gasped. Ty the joker had
vanished.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> In his place was this loose-limbed,
sloe-eyed cowboy straight off the range.
Lanky and sexy and in no hurry at all, everything about him said
baby-I’ve-got-all-night-and-I’m-gonna-spend-it-fucking-you-right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Taking his time, he dragged his
gaze down her body, languid, smoldering, raising her temperature by ten
degrees, then slowly dragged it up again, lingering on her breasts, her throat,
her mouth, until he locked eyes with her.
Then he smiled, a slow, bone-melter of a smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Her heart thumped so loudly he
should be able to hear it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Honey,” he spread his drawl like
butter, “I got a favor to ask you.”
Reaching across the space between them, he drew one finger down her arm,
tucked it into the crook of her elbow.
The slight pressure on her pulse set it racing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “I’m doing some research for my
dissertation.” He nodded slowly,
encouragingly. “Yeah, that’s right,
sweetheart, it’s college stuff.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She would have chuckled but her throat
had closed tight. Flecks of orange
glimmered in his tiger eyes. How had she
missed those before?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> His teeth caught his bottom lip,
tugged lightly until it popped free.
“I’m studying the perception of sexual experience under the competing
doctrines of rationalism and empiricism.”
Drawing his finger up her arm again, he cuffed her wrist gently. “That’s all right, sugar, you don’t need to
know what all those big words mean.” His
voice dropped to a husky whisper. “It’s
the sex I need your help with. Hours and
hours. Hot and sweaty–”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She burst out in a shaky
laugh. “Okay, I get it. Philosophy’s sexy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He sat back with an I-told-you-so
smirk. “So, you want to know the upshot
of all my research?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
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praise, earning Cara several awards including the Romance Writers of America’s
Golden Heart, the Valley Forge Romance Writers’ Sheila, and the Music City
Romance Writers’ Melody of Love. Cara lives in rural upstate New York with her
handsome husband Billy and magical rescue dog Bella. Cara is proudly
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When Maddy Fitch discovers there's a hit out on the love of her life--the handsome, but often secretive Adam Ward--she concludes life with such a powerful man may never be normal.
But who wants normal? Not Maddy--mystery writer and sometimes-sleuth.
The heart-stopping action begins immediately in <em>Wickingham Way</em> when an attempt is made on Adam's life, prompting the couple to seek refuge at a "safe house."
Tucked away in a cabin deep in the heart of Maine, Maddy and Adam fall deeper in love. But their happiness is cut short when someone they care deeply for is kidnapped, by the same organization that wants Adam Ward dead.
Adam and Maddy return to Harbour Falls, and a dangerous cat-and-mouse games ensues. Twists and turns abound, keeping Maddy and Adam on their toes. But will the consequences of the decisions they must make prove deadly?
Only time will tell.
Final novel of A Harbour Falls Mystery Trilogy.<br />
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Contemporary Romance/Mystery genres.
<i>*Mature themes, graphic sex, violence*<b></b></i>
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S.R. Grey is the author of the bestselling novel Harbour Falls, as well as Willow Point and Wickingham Way (due out January 2014), all novels in A Harbour Falls Mystery series. She is also the author of I Stand Before You, the first novel in the Judge Me Not series (New Adult/Contemporary Romance genres).
Ms. Grey resides in western Pennsylvania. She has a Bachelor of Science in Business Administration degree, as well as an MBA. Her background is in business, but her passion lies in writing.
She is currently working on Never Doubt Me, the second novel of the Judge Me Not series. Expected publication: Spring 2014.
When not writing, Ms. Grey can be found reading, traveling, running, or cheering for her hometown sports teams.
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ago, twenty-three-year-old panther shifter Sera Czedar left her home and her
newly mated groom in a humiliating position after a mating ceremony gone wrong.
She built a new life for herself in Varselles, the City of Outcasts where
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<span style="background: white;">Five years ago, panther shifter Levian Grayson
was abandoned on the bonding bed by his bride, Sera. After years of tracking
her, he arrives in Varselles, intent on staking his claim on her once and for
all, even if it means hauling her over his shoulder just to make sure that
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eventually catch up with her one day. The one thing she can’t bear to do is
hurt Levian, which will happen as soon as he finds out the reason she left him.
Is she ready to take that path? Most of all, will Levian still want her when
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There was a reason Sera ran from her mate five years ago, but Levian Grayson has never figured it out. The only thing he knows is that he is slowly going mad without his mate by his side. Despite his efforts, he has had no lead as to where she is but now his detective has finally found her. <br />
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<br />A steampunk shifter story. Very fun, Sera went from being a Alpha's daughter who was delicate and the epitome of refinement to a tough woman who stands on her own two feet. This was an excellent read, very fun.</div>
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Robert writes YA, NA and Adult. My
motto: Passion rules. I enjoy writing stories about people finding love in the
most unexpected of places,and also about people finding their true purpose in
life coupled with adventurous journeys, whether it's urban, fantasy, sci-fi, contemporary
or paranormal romance. There's always a happy ever after, no matter how long it
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<strong>The Colony by Cami Checketts</strong></div>
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To protect her sons from the mistakes of her past, Brinlee Trapper escapes to a secluded mountain home. But there are dangers lurking in the mountains she has never encountered. The little family is saved from injury by Jed, a mysterious hunter. Brinlee is drawn to him, but she worries about his involvement with a peaceful commune hidden deep in the mountains behind her property.</div>
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Lance, Brinlee’s attentive neighbor, has his own troubled history. Between his obvious attraction to Brinlee and his developing love for her children, Brinlee finds it more than difficult to guard her heart against this tender intrusion.</div>
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While Jed offers a life of excitement and freedom, Lance holds the key to the family Brinlee always wanted. When it comes time to choose, she learns that both men have secrets that could shatter her fledgling trust in men and the wrong decision could leave more than her heart exposed to danger.</div>
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“Cami Checketts is a genius! She writes about topics that aren’t widely discussed, in and out of books, and she does such a brilliant job of crafting these things into wonderful stories that touch your heart and remain with you for days afterwards.” ~Myra, Reviewer, Pieces of Whimsy</div>
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Lance sauntered back into the living room. “We said prayers, checked for bad guys in the closet, made up two stories, sang three songs about Jesus, and I think he’s finally asleep.” He sank onto the overstuffed chair. “How do you do it?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Brinlee lifted one shoulder. “I’m an angel.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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His bronze cheek crinkled. “I have never doubted that.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Seriously, I have a lot of help from up above.” And she was serious; sometimes that help was the only thing that pulled her through.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lance’s eyes softened. “I don’t doubt that either.” He stood and walked to her side. Brushing his fingers along her cheek, he said, “Do you know how impressive you are?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Exactly.” Lance placed one hand on the couch cushion, the other next to her abdomen. She was pinned in. Her breath came fast and shallow. She watched as his head slowly descended. He was going to kiss her. Brinlee fought to breathe. She said a prayer for strength and guidance but was too caught in the moment to listen for an answer. Besides, it was just a kiss and she wanted nothing more than to feel his lips take command of hers. Brinlee arched up to meet him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Single mother
Brinlee Trapper made the choice to move to her quiet mountain home to raise her
two sons. However, in her plans to
provide a safe and happy home, she never thought she would be in danger from
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Hurt and scrambling
to save her children, Brinlee befriends a mountain man who shows up suddenly,
protecting her family. When he is
introduced to her neighbor Lance though, it is not instant praise for the
mysterious man who has inserted himself into Brinlee's life. A path is being set that Brinlee never
expected and if she is not careful she could lose everything she set out to
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I didn't want to
reveal too much of the plot because you would never in a million years guess
what happens. I have read Cami Checketts
writes another fantastic story that keeps you on the edge of your seat. Completely unpredictable and as usual the
author finds a way of keeping the reader off kilter as the story unfolds.</div>
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<b>Author Cami Checketts</b></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJryONRndGiqB4uKLCHMV13noDmoaY-nw9zaDn7UYarOFvw6s2WdDvvFJrS1QXkRYCKVtqb3anhf3xeBCRk8utURufbs3mzT9CBG-5onTqjwfqu8VYt8WG7_fZ0m2wRT6bwSNk_9S1KwM/s1600/cami.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJryONRndGiqB4uKLCHMV13noDmoaY-nw9zaDn7UYarOFvw6s2WdDvvFJrS1QXkRYCKVtqb3anhf3xeBCRk8utURufbs3mzT9CBG-5onTqjwfqu8VYt8WG7_fZ0m2wRT6bwSNk_9S1KwM/s1600/cami.jpg" /></a>Cami Checketts is married and the proud mother of four future WWF champions. Sometimes </div>
between being a human horse, cleaning up magic potions, and reading Bernstein Bears, she gets the chance to write fiction.<br />
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Cami graduated from Utah State University with a degree in Exercise Science. Cami teaches strength training classes at her local rec and shares healthy living tips on her fitness blog: <a href="http://fitnessformom.blogspot.com/" style="color: #a3b460; text-decoration: none;">http://fitnessformom.blogspot.com</a>.</div>
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Cami and her family live in the beautiful Cache Valley of Northern Utah. During the two months of the year it isn’t snowing, she enjoys swimming, biking, running, and water-skiing.</div>
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all-grown-up, hunky Kiran invites Anna on a trip to Varanasi. But her troubled,
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The girl who was
always the "nice" one in high school has lived a surprising
life. A mother of two, she has an ex,
has a live in boyfriend, and now the one boy she was always sweet too in high
school has rekindled a friendship.</div>
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Kiran went from
gawky in high school to hunk of man in adulthood. Anna can't believe Kiran
shows an interest in her, but she is in a relationship that has been circling a
drain pipe for awhile and doesn't know what to do about it. With Kiran's
friendship she sees hope and maybe something more.</div>
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Romantic, intricate,
and a beautiful story about change, I
related a bit to this story, Anna is an older woman who has lived life as she
saw fit, but everything is shaking up and she is not sure how to handle it. Wonderful read.</div>
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<b><i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Author Bio:</span></i></b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUqJpP1m3w9ZhYZar83Pot_YQr84Zrj1PQSQTQcdJSsPkQcL1LuF6520SEazxF5L8rBbGTTxZHSs79KEa_lJgGEk4JAXtJWo4WA0WIZ78oXCvgOSYwwWO4PEJxOOmX6CXXfgtGQSJbXB4/s1600/shelly.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUqJpP1m3w9ZhYZar83Pot_YQr84Zrj1PQSQTQcdJSsPkQcL1LuF6520SEazxF5L8rBbGTTxZHSs79KEa_lJgGEk4JAXtJWo4WA0WIZ78oXCvgOSYwwWO4PEJxOOmX6CXXfgtGQSJbXB4/s1600/shelly.png" height="198" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Living in Las Vegas since she was two, Shelly Hickman has witnessed many changes in the city over the years. She graduated from UNLV with a Bachelor of Art in 1990, and in her early twenties worked as an illustrator for a contractor for the Nevada Test Site. In the mid-90s, she returned to school to earn her Masters degree in Elementary Education. She now teaches computer applications and multimedia at a middle school in Las Vegas. She loves to write about people, examining their flaws, their humor, spirituality, and personal growth. Shelly lives with her husband, two children, and their dog, Frankie.</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Connect with Shelly!</span></i></b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Website: <a href="http://www.shellyhickman.net/"><span style="color: #ce5f70; text-decoration: none;">www.shellyhickman.net</span></a></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Twitter: @shellyhickman</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Facebook: </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/shellyhickman.author"><span style="color: #ce5f70; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;">www.facebook.com/shellyhickman.author</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Goodreads: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5814237.Shelly_Hickman"><span style="color: #ce5f70; text-decoration: none;">http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5814237.Shelly_Hickman</span></a></span></div>
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