Month: June 2015

Pieces of One by SVC Ricketts



Two men want me and I, them. Simple, right? Not like this.

For over two years, I’ve been dealing with a pain in the ass MY way.


She has her life and I have mine. They don’t intermingle. It’s the only way to keep things rational. But now she’s done something monumentally stupid and the only way to untangle myself from her mess is to live life in her shoes. Me, on the run in five inch stilettos. Great.

My name is Trista Dividir. I have Dissociative Identity Disorder and Marvy is my other personality, my alter.

To get my life back, I lie, I cheat, and I fall for both of her lovers. Little do I know, I am not the only liar.

Did I mention I have another alter? Yeah, I didn’t know about her either.

Book one in a three part romantic suspense series with a smattering of smexy in between. In the end, you’ll find your HEA…maybe.

Due to mature content and excessive whatever, this is a recommended read for age 18+.


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SVC Ricketts is a Contemporary Romance author and professional smart alec (self-professed). Her work has been recognized by the Pacific Northwest Writers Association and was selected as a finalist for the 2013 PNWA Literary Competition in the Romance category.

Raised between Southern California and Oahu, she moved to the Pacific Northwest in 1993 and although she loves it here, her heart belongs to the Islands – it always will. When she’s not in, what she loving calls “book-mode,” she multitasks her life between her hilarious adult special needs daughter, super smexy husband of 11 years, two dogs, and sweating out her stress in a hot yoga studio.

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New Release ☆ WICKED WHITE (Wicked White #1) by Michelle Valentine

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After his mother dies, rock star Ace White—lead singer of the red-hot band Wicked White—is done with the celebrity game. The phony people, the meaningless one-night stands: he doesn’t want any of it anymore. Quitting in the middle of a sold-out tour, Ace sets out to find some place—any place—where he can be alone.

Aspiring singer Iris Easton’s life has never been easy. First, her mother walked out on her when she was a kid. Now she’s buried in debt, weeks after losing her beloved grandmother. When a mysterious and sexy new guy moves in next door, Iris can’t help but be drawn to his soulful gaze. She can tell there’s something from his past haunting him—something he’s not telling her.

Just as Ace starts falling for Iris, the media go on a worldwide hunt to find the missing rocker. Will true love conquer all, or will the truth be the very thing that tears the couple apart?


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Without warning, she throws her arms around my neck and crushes her lips against mine. I know kissing her back is wrong, but I’ll be damned if I don’t want her so badly at this point that I can’t stop myself from giving in. I’ve been so good with restraining myself when it comes to Iris, because protecting her from the chaos that I’ll bring her is what’s always been on the forefront of my mind.

Her fingers thrust into my hair, and I reach down and curl my hands around her thighs before hoisting her into the air. Instinctively she wraps her legs around my waist, and I thread one of my hands into her tousled curls while the other is busy cupping that perfect ass of hers.

“I’ve wanted you since you walked into my trailer,” she breathes against my lips.

A thrill shoots through me at her admission of how long she’s wanted me. “You’ve been driving me out of my mind from the moment I first saw you.”

“Then take me.” Her words leave her mouth in a breathy sigh as she gives me permission to ravage her body.

I’ve wanted her so much for so long, it would easy for me to say screw it and give in and screw her right here in this shed, but I know that’s a dick move on my part. Iris Easton is not the kind of girl you can sleep with one time and never see again. She’s the kind of girl that makes you change everything you thought you ever wanted in life just to be with her.

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Michelle A. Valentine is a Central Ohio nurse turned New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of erotic and New Adult romance. Her love of hard-rock music, tattoos, and sexy musicians inspired her erotic BLACK FALCON series.

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New Release + 5 Star ARC Review ☆ Fighting for Forever by JB Salsbury

five gold starsFighting for Forever  (Fighting Series Book 6) by JB Salsbury

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Take one exotic dancer with purple streaks in her hair looking for revenge, pair her up with a gorgeous surfer/UFL fighter known as Baywatch and you get the brilliant next book from JB Salsbury’s Fighting Series, Fighting For Forever. This is the story of Trix and Mason, characters met through other books in the series. And what a story it is!!

Trix or Beatriks is a good girl from a good family who turned to dancing to find revenge for her sister. She’s on a mission until she meets Mason. Mason, the good boy who seems to be always passed up by the girls for the bad boys, is determined to make Trix his and help her get past her demons. Trix has to decide if Mason is worth leaving the past behind and having her Forever.

Any like myself always looks forward to a new book from JB. Her writing is like no other, the stories blow you away, and if you get a chance to meet her, she is one of the sweetest people you will meet with a kickass shoe style! Everytime I pick up one of her books I am blown away and think I have a new favorite. Her characters are all one big crazy family and each somehow plays a part in the story of Mason and Trix. So don’t ask me to choose a favorite.

I turn more people onto this series. There is nothing else like it. I don’t know how she does it, but she keeps coming up with stories that you never would imagine. Friends are jealous when they find out I got to read it early! Ha! They will have to wait! JB, thank you once again for your awesomeness and I am thrilled to have had the chance once again to read this early! You are the bomb and I still owe a shot to my local girl!!

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Slut. Hooker. Whore. The taunts never bothered me. They only see what I allow them to see, and a Las Vegas stripper is the perfect cover.My life had direction. I had a mission—until the man I needed vanished and is presumed dead.

It’s time to move on—give up the dream for revenge—and no one shows me that more than the mop-headed fighter with eyes the color of the ocean.

If anyone can teach me just how sweet life can be, it’s him. But first, I’d have to let go.

Mase. Baywatch. Mayhem.

I’m known by many names, but there’s only one that stirs panic and worry in my gut every time I’m called it.


I’ve bailed him out of trouble for years, so when he turns up in Vegas and asks for me, I’m prepared for the worst. And the worst is exactly what I get in the form of a lilac-eyed beauty named Trix.

She’s everything I hate about Vegas: a stripper, loose with her body and her morals. But there’s something about her, a complexity that she buries deep, and I’m determined to uncover it.

The deeper I go, the less I understand. When I finally learn the truth, we engage in a battle where life and death hang in the balance. Fighting could kill us both, but if we win, forever is the prize.


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About the Author

JB Salsbury, New York Times Bestselling author of the Fighting Series, lives in Arizona with her husband and two kids. She spends the majority of her day as a domestic engineer. But while she works through her daily chores, a world of battling alphas, budding romance, and impossible obstacles claws away at her subconscious, begging to be released to the page.
Her love of good storytelling led her to earn a degree in Media Communications. With her journalistic background, writing has always been at the forefront, and her love of romance prompted her to sink her free time into novel writing.
For more information on the series or just to say hello, visit JB on her website, Facebook, or Goodreads page.


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5 Star ARC Review ☆ Beat by Vi Keeland

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Who hasn’t had a poster of rock star on their wall and dreamed of one day dating that guy? That is the what Vi Keeland has brought in Beat, her latest book of girl named Lucky who has done just that. Living the dream of dating Dylan, lead singer of Easy Ryder currently the it band, this is what every girl dreams of. But then she meets Flynn. The lead singer of In Like Flynn and new opening band on the tour. Having been his vocal coach, the chemistry is there. But can she resist it or follow another dream?

I loved this book! The writing was good and pulled you in at an easy pace. The character of Dylan was written with just enough attitude that it was hard to decide whether or not you were going to like him or not. Flynn was written as the nice guy trying to do the right thing. Lucky, well she was just that. She grew up in a rock star life with her parents, knew the ropes, had a voice, but also had a fear of using that voice. Only one of these two guys was going to help her get over that. The story kept me pulled into it and wanting to finish to see who won Lucky’s heart. The HEA was not disappointing and actually better than I expected. This is my first read from Vi Keeland, and once again, I will add another author and her books to my TBR list. This one should be on yours. Thank you Vi Keeland!

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Dimpled smile of a boy

Hard body of a man

Sings like an angel

Fucks like the devil

I was stuck between a rock(star) and a hard place.

At fifteen, his poster hung on my bedroom wall. At twenty-five his body hovered over mine. Every girl’s fantasy became my reality. I was dating a rockstar. Yet I was slowly falling for another man. The problem was—the two men—they shared a tour bus.

Flynn Beckham was the opening act.

Dylan Ryder was the headliner.

What happens when the opening act begins to shine so bright, it seems to dim everything else in its wake?

I’ll tell you what happens. Things get ugly.


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Getting through Flynn singing is incredibly hard. The way his throat moves, the way his mouth caresses each syllable of the low, raspy sound that falls from his lips. I should be watching his posture, his breathing, the way his larynx forces out the words—but instead I’m focused on the beauty of his mouth and how the sound of his voice glides over my body, making it feel both warm and tingly at the same time. I’m lost when the song finishes, yet I haven’t really observed him yet.

“So. Give it to me straight. What am I doing wrong?”

Ummm…absolutely nothing from what I can see. Everything was perfect. Don’t change a thing. Shit. “Could you do it again? Maybe a different song, one you haven’t sung in a while. So the sounds are less familiar to your body. Sometimes that can give me a different view.” At least I make it sound like a real thing when the words come out.

He sings again, and this time I force myself to observe. “Hmm…your posture is great. Most people have a tendency to favor one side of their neck, which makes them tilt a bit when they speak, and it becomes magnified when they sing, which puts strain on the muscles around the vocal cords. Your alignment is perfect.”

“Thank you, it goes with the rest of my perfectness,” he says with a teasing arrogance that, from the little I know about him, I know isn’t real.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“You can’t now tell me I’m not perfect. I was already basking in the glow.”

“Actually, it was perfect…but almost a little too perfect. Which makes me think you don’t usually stand this way when you sing.”

“It isn’t the way I normally sing. On stage, I usually have a guitar over my shoulder. Even if I’m not playing it, it’s there.”

“Well, I need to see you holding your instrument to assess you fully, then.”

Flynn’s eyebrows quirk up and the dirty grin on his face is unmistakable.

“The guitar. I’d need to see you holding the guitar.

“That’s a shame.” He shrugs, the playful smile still on his face. “But okay. It’s your call. Whatever instrument you want to see me hold is fine with me.”

“How big of you.”

“So now we’re talking about the other instrument again?”

I roll my eyes, although this conversation is having more of an effect on me than I let on.

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Additional Books by Vi Keeland


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Worth the Fight (MMA Fighter Series, Book One)



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Worth The Chance (MMA Fighter Series, Book Two)



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Worth Forgiving (MMA Fighter Series, Book Three)



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Belong to You (A Cole Novel, Book One)



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Made For You (A Cole Novel, Book Two)



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First Thing I See (Stand Alone)



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Left Behind (Stand Alone)

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About the Author:

vi keelandVi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn’t change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!

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New Release ☆ Men of Honor Box Set by K.C. Lynn

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You will not break me for I am unbreakable. I will live with integrity, fight with honor and die for what’s right. 
Precious lives were saved when three brave Navy SEALs went against orders, embarking on a rescue mission of their own. A mission that will never be forgotten and changed the course of their lives forever. While they will never regret their decision, it came with heavy consequence. 

Now they must fight to protect the women they love while also battling the new and existing demons that torture their souls, from death, corruption, destruction and war. These men are strong, honorable and will do everything they can to overcome the past that continues to haunt them. 

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These are their stories. 
For the first time, all four Men Of Honor books are together in one specially wrapped bundle, with exclusive bonus material of the prologue and chapter one to An Act Of Redemption—the first book in the spin off series, Acts of Honor, which is due out summer 2015. m.
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Resisting Temptation~ Cade and Faith’s story.
The Final Temptation~ Cooper and Kayla’s novella.

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Other Work by K.C. Lynn
Beautifully Insightful

Emily Michaels ~ Have you ever felt like you didn’t belong? Like you never fit in, or you weren’t good enough? This is how I have felt for as long as I can remember. I see the world differently than everyone else, I feel everything differently and I reflect on life differently. And being different in my world is not a good thing. I live in a place that’s divided between the rich and the poor, the beautiful and the unbeautiful, the prestigious and the mediocre. I have always belonged in the first category, because my father was the Governor of Georgia.

Growing up around people I could never relate with, my life had always been lonely, that was until my senior year when I met the one boy who would change my life forever. A boy who my parents would never approve of because he didn’t come from money or the same social class. He rode a motorcycle, had tattoos and was considered to be from the wrong side of the tracks. Yet he was still envied by many.

Ryder Jameson was someone who every guy feared, and one who every girl wanted to be touched by. He didn’t do attachments, or have friends… until me. And for the first time in my life I finally felt like I belonged. When I was with him, my different didn’t feel wrong or ugly. He made me feel beautiful- insightfully beautiful. Then one day my world came crashing down on me, and it would be six years before I’d once again see the boy I fell in love with.

Ryder Jameson ~ After working my ass off I am given the opportunity of a lifetime, and if I pull it off I will be the youngest FBI agent to run one of the biggest undercover operations in history. Only the case that gets thrown in front of me leads me back to the one place I swore I would never return to, and to the only girl who’s ever mattered to me.

Except Emily Michaels is not the same girl I left behind. She still looks the same, she’s still beautiful inside and out, but there’s one thing that’s very different about her, one very big thing, and it’s something I didn’t think was possible.
Ryder and I come from a world where politics separates us and wealth defines us, but even after all this time we will not let it divide us. Here is our story.

This is a standalone novel with an HEA and is told in dual POV. Due to mature subject mature, such a explicit sexual situations and coarse language, this story is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18.

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About the Author
K.C. Lynn is a small town girl living in Western Canada. She married her high school sweetheart and they have four amazing children: two lovely girls and a set of handsome twin boys. It was her love for romance books that gave K.C. the courage to sit down and write her own novel. When she is not in her writing cave, pounding out new characters and stories, she can be found living between the pages of a book, meeting new tattooed, hot alpha males with very big…Hearts.
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5 Star ARC Review + Excerpt ☆ THE ACCIDENTAL ASSASSIN (The Assassins #1) by Nichole Chase

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The Accidental Assassin

by Nicole Chase
Meet the lovely American Ava, flat sitting in England while her best friend is on her honeymoon.  Honest Ava is a little bit clumsy, a little bit country girl and trying to shake things up a little in her predictable life.
Enter Owen…a tall, polished and, as it turns out, a very skilled assassin.
While Ava is failing at mastering driving on the wrong side of the road, she does exceed in the shaking things up goal.
This story was just right.  Suspenseful, sexy and funny.
Curl up and enjoy this exciting tale.
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Ava McKenzie is a creature of habit. Life is passing her by and she has nothing to show for it. She’s had the same job since she started college, she orders the same dish every time she goes to her favorite restaurant, and only reads books from authors she knows. There is nothing new or surprising in her life… until her best friend marries a man from London. When her newlywed friend asks her to house-sit while she honeymoons, Ava jumps at the chance. She thinks this could be the very thing she needs to shake up her life. Ava throws herself head first into her new lifestyle; she wants to try everything, go everywhere, and never get stuck in a rut again. Of course, offing a man in a car garage hadn’t been one of the things on her list to try.

Owen Walker spends every day in a new place with a new case. As one of the most renowned assassins in the world, he has his choice of marks—and he’s never failed in a mission. When a new hit takes him back to his hometown, he looks forward to spending time somewhere familiar. What he isn’t expecting is to help an attractive, confused American woman find out how she’s ended up on a hit man’s list.

As Ava and Owen dodge bullets, will they be able to escape their undeniable attraction to each other? Or will all of that chemistry blow up in a shower of hot and dangerous sparks?


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Cold air curled over the skin of my thigh and I snuggled closer to the heat next to me. A soft snore invaded my dreams and I grunted in annoyance. The warm pillow under my head moved, turning me over so I was on my back and immediately yanking me out of my dreams. As my eyes adjusted to the early morning light that poured in around the curtains, Owen rolled into me.

“What the—?” I started to push him away, but his hands closed on my wrists and lifted them above my head.

“It’s been a long time since I woke up next to someone.” His voice sent goosebumps over my skin and I froze. One of his legs rested between mine and every movement made it deliciously clear how much he enjoyed having a bedmate. “I’m not used to it.”

“Wh-why is that?” His lips were so close to mine I couldn’t focus on anything else. Flashes of our kiss from the night before ran through my mind.

“Trust.” He leaned a little closer, his lips almost touching mine. “Can’t sleep next to someone who might kill you.”

“That would be difficult.” I licked my lips and tried to calm my racing heart.

“But not with you, love.” He let go of one of my wrists to run a finger along my jaw. “You’re not going to kill me in my sleep.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“It’s in your eyes.” His eyes dipped down to my lips. “The eyes never lie.”

I waited for his kiss, waited for the heat that his fingertips promised.

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Nichole Chase is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Suddenly Royal, Flukes, The Dark Betrayal Trilogy, and several short stories. She is also the instructor of Say What? a dialogue class at the Romance Academy.

Nichole lives in Georgia with her husband, energetic daughter, superhero dog, Sulcata tortoise, and two cats. When not writing, you may find her reading, painting, crafting, or chasing her daughter around the house while making monster noises.

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Author Spotlight ☆ You Are Always on My Mind (Hell Yeah! Cajun Style) by Sable Hunter

Always on My Mind

Publication Date: June 15, 2015

You are Always on My Mind by Sable Hunter


We all like to think we have a soulmate. Unfortunately for some of us, we miss them, passing unseen like two ships in the night. Revel and Harper were among the lucky ones, they knew without a shadow of a doubt that they were meant for one another. In a perfect world, they would’ve enjoyed a ‘happily ever after’. But this isn’t a perfect world.
Harper is haunted by her past, a past so tragic and so unthinkable that she can’t even imagine confessing it to Revel. And she knows from past experience, that when he learns the shameful truth about her – nothing will be the same. So to protect him, she walks away.
Harper underestimated Revel’s love for her. From the moment she disappeared, he set out to bring her home. Their journey to love is one fraught with ghosts from the past, both real and imagined, and a demon from their present who is intent on making sure she has no future. But those ghosts and demons have never met a hero like Revel Lee. He is determined to give Harper exactly what she needs…until Harper realizes that all she needs is him.

***CONTENT WARNING: This book contains adult language and sexual situations. It is intended for audiences 18+ ONLY***

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She said nothing, just opened the door, slammed it and fled into the night. Revel didn’t even hesitate, he was out of the truck and after her in a flash. Only she didn’t run into the swamp like he feared, she ran up to the door, unlocked it with the key he’d given to her and went inside. He was about a dozen strides behind her and when he stepped into the house, he didn’t know what he’d find. But what he saw shocked him. There was a trail of very feminine women’s clothing scattered on the stairs. A dress. A wrap. A bra…and very small, lacy pair of panties. “Harper?” He couldn’t believe his eyes. But oh, how he wanted to. When he came to the bedroom she was occupying, the door stood wide open. “Harper?”

“Come in, Revel. I’m waiting for you.”

Her voice was low, sultry—sexy. Revel was breathing so hard, it sounded as if he’d run a marathon. And when he stepped around the corner into the doorway, he almost swallowed his tongue. She was lying on the bed, naked. On her back, legs spread with her hand between her thighs. She was massaging her slit, her fingers dipping and delving, spearing up inside of her, then up to caress her clit. “Holy Fuck,” he whispered. “Harper, what are you doing?”

“Seducing you. Is it working?” Harper could see a war being waged in his eyes. Was this a mistake? Mercy, if she had the sense God gave a flea, she’d back off. They had so many issues to work through, and here she was confusing the issue with sex. But wasn’t this what it was all about? She’d made him feel inadequate, not enough and it was her mission to show him he was all the man she needed. The insufficiency, the deficit—it was all hers. This could be the biggest mistake of her life, but she had to take the risk. She needed this, she needed him. She needed to be normal. The emptiness inside of her was a constant, pulsing ache which grew stronger with every passing moment.

Revel didn’t have to know she was damaged goods.

Harper’s hand stilled between her thighs. She stared at him. He was frozen. He wasn’t moving. What did that mean? Instead of giving up as she should have, Harper rose and moved toward him, moving right into his space, fitting her hungry body to his. Would he reject her? Despite his words of love, when she was stripped and vulnerable before him, would he want her or would the things she’d done at the clubs repulse him?

Touching him, she rubbed her breasts across his chest, her hands going to his crotch. “I only want to make you happy. Let me love you.” She teased the seam of his lips with her tongue, her heart leaping when he trembled against her. The power in his big body wasn’t subtle, so it amazed her that she could affect him so. He was an addictive drug.

Revel wasn’t fighting the attraction, he was paralyzed with it. Just being this close to her made his brain go haywire. He’d wanted her so badly and for so long, every nerve ending in his body was vibrating and buzzing. With a growl, he surrendered to the incredible pull. Fisting his hand in her long dark hair, he pulled her to him, covered her lips and sank his teeth into her lower lip. Nip! “How’s that, baby? Do you like that?”

The small amount of erotic pain thrilled her. He wasn’t being facetious, this was him trying to do what she’d asked him to do. “I love it,” she admitted. “You turn me on so much.” She reached between his legs and folded her hand around his big cock, giving it a squeeze.

Revel growled. Harper could almost hear the threads of his control snap in two. He took hold of her shoulders and hauled her flush to him. With a whimper, she started pulling at his shirt, uncaring that buttons were popping off and bouncing across the floor. The next thing she knew, Harper had gone from pressed to his body to sitting on the dresser with Revel standing close between her thighs. Revel was staring down at her as if he couldn’t believe she was real. His fiery black eyes were glittering with hunger and bold flags of color stained his high chiseled cheekbones. With a primal snarl, his mouth crushed hers. Harper didn’t have to process, all of his pent-up desire, hunger—it was directed right to her.

“Yes, yes,” she murmured. But for all the ravishing hunger, his hands were gentle as he caressed her body.

“It’s been so long,” he whispered. “I’ve ached for you. I’ve touched no one. Only you, you’re all I want. So soft. So fragile.” He bent his head to place a tender kiss to her neck.

“Revel, I’m not fragile.” She wove her fingers in his hair, so much longer now than the last time they’d done this. “I want you to take me, touch me. Dominate me. You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed of this. How I missed you.”

Dipping his head, he buried his face in the valley between her breasts, kissing both sides of her cleavage. When he framed one swollen globe, closing his lips over the distended nipple, Harper moaned. She arched her back, holding his head to her breast. “Bite me,” she pleaded.

Revel stiffened, so Harper stiffened, pulling back. But she wasn’t successful, Revel stopped her—with his teeth. He grazed her nipple, scraping the tender flesh. Harper gasped, cradling his head. “Ah, yes!”

“Like that?” he muttered. When she keened, he plumped her breast, and she was mesmerized, loving the way his big broad hand looked against her white skin. Reaching down, she began working on his belt, releasing the button on his jeans, slowly lowering the zipper.

“Yes, I love it.” Slipping her hand inside, Harper closed her fingers around his manhood and stroked. “We’re making progress, guess next time we’ll just drag out the whips and chain.” She teased.

With a harsh groan, he jerked her forward, taking her lips in a complete and thorough kiss. Those wicked little fingers could steal his reason if he wasn’t careful, or maybe it was too late, for he confessed way before he was ready. “We don’t have to wait till next time, the whips and chains are ready and waiting for you. Ever since you left, I’ve been training.”

With a gasp, Harper clung to his neck as he pulled her close, picking her up and taking her to the stairs that led to the area below, under the front gallery. “Where are we going?”

“To my dungeon, little submissive. Are you ready to play?”

Gently lowering her so she could stand on her own two feet, Revel steadied her, then pressed a button, opening a door she’d never noticed before. With a voice as warm and intense as melted chocolate, he whispered, “Come see the world I’ve created for us.”

If Revel had told her he was an alien from a far flung galaxy, Harper couldn’t have been more shocked. “You’ve been studying BDSM? For me?”

Standing between her and whatever waited inside, he lifted her chin so he could kiss her gently on the lips. “I’ve read extensively. I’ve practiced with a whip for countless hours so I can give you the bite without breaking your perfect smooth skin.”

“I can’t believe you’d do this for me,” she remarked in wonder, studying his sincere face. Every time she looked at him she wondered why this special man cared for her.

“Oh, this is just the beginning of what I’ll do for you.” Revel stepped back and welcomed her in.

She was weak-kneed. Revel’s attitude, his body, his face—the man dripped sex. Just the idea of him playing with her had Harper on the verge of a screaming orgasm, literally trembling. “You’re exciting me,” she confessed.

“That’s my intention, little sub.” He pulled her against his solid bare chest, his hands sliding over her waist, down her stomach to cup her mound. “I want to make you crazy for me.”

He used his teeth to graze the tender flesh on her neck, causing her pussy to gush, then clench tight as a fist. She turned to him. His black eyes seared into hers as he lowered his head to cover her lips with his hot mouth. His kiss demanded entrance and when she complied, he thrust deep. With his mouth and his body, he overshadowed her, moaning and growling his desire. It was so sexy, a whimper escaped her lips.

Harper felt lightheaded as his hands slid down to knead her bottom, then around to cup her breasts. She could barely manage a breath when he began to pinch her nipples at the same instant he slid his leg between hers and his hard thigh rubbed right across her pussy. Harper gasped at the dual sensations. When the pressure on her nipples intensified to a delicious pinch, she almost fainted. It felt…just right. Mindless with need, she rode his leg and he pinched harder—as hard as the clamps, only he combined it with other sensations—relaxing, milking, then tightening again. “Revel!” She gasped and ground her pussy on his leg.

And just like that—her body convulsed and her pussy pulsated with a climax so intense and perfect she wanted to weep. Clutching his shoulders, she trembled against him, never wanting it to end. The pain, the pleasure—all of it was, “so good, so good, baby,” she whispered against his chest.

Revel pulled back, still gently rubbing her breasts, sliding his palms over her sensitive nipples. Slowly, he let them travel up to cup her head beneath her hair as he continued the pressure of his leg against her wet pussy, his mouth devouring hers—punishing, giving, taking holding her still so she had no choice in the matter.

Like she wanted one…

“Feel what you do to me.” Revel picked her up. “Wrap your legs around me.” When she was spread open, he nestled his cock against her tender pussy, rubbing himself deliciously across her moist heat.

“God, Revel,” she murmured softly.

“Just a preview of coming attractions,” he promised as his teeth closed around her earlobe and he nipped it gently then licked the tiny hurt away.

He had her gasping, panting, more liquid pooling between her quivering thighs. Revel held her till she was steady, then took her hand. “We need to discuss your limits, both hard and soft and I need your safe word.”

Harper couldn’t help but smile. “Wait.” She stopped and wrapped her arms around him. “I love you for doing this.” She kissed him hard. “I know this wasn’t easy for you.”

“This was easy. Losing you was the hard part.” With that succinct explanation, he pulled her farther into the room. It wasn’t the traditional dark dungeon, this area looked more like a luxurious spa. There was silver and white tile with stainless steel and leather accents everywhere. “Limits,” he asked her again.

“With you, I don’t think I’ll have any.”

Revel took that as doubt. “I’m not pretending, Harper. I’m serious as a heart attack, so you’re going to have to be as honest with me as I am with you. Anal?”

Her eyes bugged. “I’ve never done it, but I would with you.”

He didn’t react. “Safeword?”

She chose a new one, just for them. “Waterloo.”

“Very well. And as soon as we walk through those doors, you will address me as Sir. Is that clear?”

Harper felt a thrill. “Yes, Sir.”

“Very good.” He smiled and kissed her hand. “Good girl.” Next, Revel led her to a cabinet. “I’ve stocked it with everything we’ll need.” He began to name the items, pointing them out. “Whip, paddle, flogger, quirt, and clamps. And over here, a pinwheel, electro stimulation, cuffs, straps, a blindfold and some ben wa balls.”

The sight of all of those toys and tools made her pussy tingle again. “We’re going to have a good time, Sir.”

Revel laughed. “Yes, we are.” Taking her by the arm, he led her to a bench. “Sit up here while we talk, then we’ll get down to business.” His hands slipped under her voluptuous breasts and lifted them, kneading gently, her eyes closing in ecstasy. “You’re so beautiful. Your body is perfect. There’s so much I want to do with you, with these.” Leaning over, he took one rosy nipple between his lips. His tongue swirled and teased before sucking deep with firm slow exquisite pressure.

Harper’s toes curled while he sucked. Her sensitive nipple was aching and tight when he let the wet tip slip from his lips. She watched fascinated as he slipped a clamp on the nipple, not one like she’d bought and used but a beautiful one with some kind of jewels on it. She panted at the ecstasy as he moved to the other breast. “Oh, God,” she moaned when he began drawing on the other, pure suckling, nursing, molding the globe in his hands. Her clit and the aching center of her breast were directly linked. She moaned, “Sir, O Sir,” as her entire feminine region throbbed with want.

“You taste so sweet.” Revel affixed the other clamp. The beautiful jewels were connected by a tiny gold chain. Giving her tit one more open mouth kiss, he straightened up. “So beautiful. Feel good?” he asked and she nodded. Giving her a hooded, mysterious look he palmed her left breast, while the other hand went between her legs. His fingers caressed her clit, then dragged from her hungry opening—back to front, back to front—massaging the cream all up and down her slit. As he rubbed, she tensed, thrusting her hips forward. “Want more?”

“Yes, please, yes, Sir.”

“Then, come,” he said as he directed her across the room.

Harper couldn’t help but giggle, which earned her a frown. “Sorry, Sir. I want to come again and again.”

“All in good time.” Revel guided her around the room, showing her the spanking bench. “This will be your favorite piece. When you’re strapped in here, your epic ass will be totally at my mercy.”

“You’re a tease, Sir.”

Revel couldn’t help but smile, giving her a wink. “Over here are the wall restraints, a harness, a carabiner and the St. Andrews cross. Just for tonight, lady’s choice. Which do you prefer?”

Harper bit her lower lip, there really was no question. “Spanking bench, please, Sir.” Chill bumps of excitement decorated her skin. They walked together and he helped her lie down, affixing the soft cuffs to her wrists and ankles.

“Blindfold?” he asked, giving her a choice.

“No, Sir, I want to see you…seeing me.”

Revel felt his heart pound in his chest. “Count of twenty, love?”

“Twenty, yes, Sir.”

“You need to feel the bite, Bright Eyes?”

“Yes.” She sighed. “I need to feel the bite, Sir.” She watched him with anxious eyes as he chose a whip, her body quivering at the sight. He’d said he knew how to use it, they’d soon find out. An experienced hand behind a whip could wield more force and do more damage than one might think. Glancing up, she saw that the ceilings were as high as allowed, high enough for the black coiled leather to stretch to its fullest length. She held her breath as he stepped behind the bench, shaking out the whip. Rolling his shoulders, he flexed his muscles, loosening up. Even though she couldn’t help but be a bit trepidatious, Harper pushed her bottom up, wiggling it just enough so he’d know how much she wanted this—wanted him.

Drawing his arm back, he let the whip flow as if it were dancing to music and let it go, nailing her right in the middle of her left butt cheek. “Ummmm,” she whimpered, closing her eyes, then quickly opening them to watch him do it again.

His face was expressionless as he focused. Never taking his eye off the prize, he slowly and methodically placed the tip of the whip exactly where he wanted it and Harper moaned with every contact. She loved it, Revel knew exactly what he was doing. He made the act of dominating her beautiful.

By the time he was through, she was crying, tears running down her cheeks. But they weren’t tears of pain, but release.

“Harper, baby?” He knelt by her.

“I’m good, so good.”

He chuckled. “I could be better.”

That was when Harper saw Revel’s cock was swollen and strutted. “Take me. I’m beyond ready.” She spread her thighs, but instead of walking between them, he removed her cuffs.

“Lie on your back.”

Eagerly, she arranged her body for him. He took hold of her thighs and pulled her bottom to the edge, then stared at her as he pushed inside—oh, so slowly. Harper felt her eyelashes flutter, her swollen, slick flesh stretched to allow him entrance.

“So tight, so perfect.” Revel reached for her hands, linking their fingers, spreading her arms out to her sides so his chest would rub against hers—skin to skin. Pressing his forehead to hers, their gazes linked, they were drowning in one another’s eyes. “Harper, beloved Harper.”

The moment felt spiritual, he had sacrificed his beliefs, his principals, to give her what she needed. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she tightened her pussy around him, clasping him with her small internal muscles, trying to ensure he stayed right where she needed him the most.

As if her actions freed him, he took a deep breath, dragged his cock almost completely from her body then slammed into her pussy so deep his cock touched her cervix and his balls slapped up against the cleft of her bottom. Not giving her time to think or breathe, he pulled out and pumped in again. “Sir, my Revel,” she cried out, not wanting him to stop but begging him to continue. Every cell of her body rejoiced as he kept thrusting in and out. As she’d yearned for, the man had given her what she needed and now there was nothing sweet or slow about how he was taking her. Revel fucked her hard and she loved it. Her nipples tingled, her bottom stung and now she was totally at his mercy as he pounded into her over and over.

From deep in his throat, a low moan rose and he shuddered on top of her. But instead of separating their bodies, he rode her high, staying inside of her, undulating his hips and pressing against her clit. It was too much, she shattered; the orgasm that racked her body was stronger than any she’d known before. It set her whole body on fire, from the tip of her toes to the tip of her nipples. She cried out against his lips as she shook, screaming his name.

With a satisfied sigh, he settled on top of her, whispering in her ear, “I need to hold you now.”

Before she could protest, he picked her up yet again, leaving the playroom behind. He carried her back up to the living room, then on up to her bed, where he laid her down. “Be still.”

Harper didn’t know what he was doing, but she was too worn out to move. In a few moments, he returned with a wash cloth and he gently wiped all the residue of their lovemaking away.

“You don’t have to do that, I’m supposed to be submissive.”

“Shhh.” Revel kissed her lips. “You may need to be a slave in that room, but you’re my queen everywhere else.”

Now, what exactly was a girl supposed to say to that?

She knew the answer. “Sleep with me. Stay with me. This is your invitation.”

Revel felt his breath crash against his ribs. “I accept.” After a few moments in the bathroom, he curled up next to her. Sleep came swiftly to them both.

But deep in the night, Harper stirred. She was cradled in strong arms, lying on a big wide chest. Like a contented cat, she rubbed her cheek against him— and was surprised to feel dampness. Rising slightly, she gazed down at his face in the moonlight and saw something that broke her heart.

There were tears on his cheek.

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About the Author

Sable’s hometown will always be New Orleans. She loves the culture of Louisiana and it permeates everything she does. Now, she lives in the big state of Texas and like most southern women, she loves to cook southern food – especially Cajun and Tex-Mex. She also loves to research the supernatural, but shhhh don’t tell anyone.

Sable writes Saucy Romance novels. She believes that her goal as a writer is to make her readers laugh with joy, cry in sympathy and fan themselves when they read the hot parts – ha!
The worlds she creates in her books are ones where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream.

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Author Spotlight + Excerpt ☆ Julie’s Ascent (The Reluctant Succubus Book 1) by Emily Walker

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Publication Date: June 14, 2015


When Julie Monroe ends up in Hell, she has no idea why she’s there.

The things does know are: she’s dead, she’s transparent, and she’s been given a second chance.

Kind of.

Given the opportunity to return to Earth as a Succubus, she take the chance to get out of Hell–but she isn’t too keen on sucking souls for the Underworld. To make things even more complicated, she has a huge crush on her mentor, Asa. He’s been in the business of the Succubae for hundreds of years, and Julie can’t help but feel drawn to him.

Convinced she can escape, Julie thinks she can run and hide. But, as she discovers different dimensions of Hell on Earth, she begins to realize that maybe there isn’t a way to escape her fate.


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I wake up bathed in light. I uncurl myself from the fetal position and try to remember where I am. The dream comes back to me. It was trying to tell me something. How I died, maybe? I am not alone. Someone is watching me. Blinking to clear my vision, I find myself looking into a pair of golden eyes. There’s a man with me and he is beautiful. There is no other way to describe him. He has a perfectly chiseled face with long dark hair and a perfect pale pink mouth. Draped in thick black lashes, his gold eyes are intense and beautiful. He’s not wearing a shirt, and I can see that he is quite a specimen. “Are you an angel?” I sit up quickly and back against the wall to await his answer. His beautiful laughter fills the room and flames erupt around me again. I feel the heat of the air and remember I’m in Hell. Now I know why he is laughing. “I am the complete opposite of an angel. Thanks for the comedic relief. My name is Asa, I’m your mentor.” He extends his hand to me; it is perfect like the rest of him.
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About the Author

Emily Walker loves creating worlds and stumbling around in them. She is constantly losing her chap-stick, and has an obsession with the color pink. Currently a resident of the mountains and loving the view she writes mostly paranormal fiction, and horror. Her small family consists of her red bearded other half, a rat terrier named Rebel, and a cat called Mr. Creepy.

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Next Time Love Comes by Linda L. Picl

Next Time Love Comes

Publication Date: June 19, 2014


Sometimes marriage isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Sometimes you have to take your own life in your hands and change it for the better.

Elizabeth Peters knows this and when she meets Aiden Roberts and his handicapped child, she realizes she’ll have a fight ahead of her if she wants this man in her life.
Aiden Roberts has met the perfect woman, Elizabeth Peters. She’s gorgeous, funny and loves his son and family. What more could he ask for? The only problem is – they are both married to other people.

Despite the huge obstacle, Aiden is convinced they should be together. But is the one perfect night they shared enough to make her want to leave her marriage?
Elizabeth Peters wonders if it is possible to outgrow a marriage. Of course it is and sometimes it takes all you have inside of you to make the change that will make the rest of your life worth living. Elizabeth Peters and her husband Vince are at a dangerous crossroads. His career is all he cares about. His wife and family have been pushed to the back seat of his life, leaving Liz with the realization she has to be the one to take control of her own destiny. Many woman consider leaving their marriage but Liz knows she’s the one who’s going to have end it. When she meets Aiden Roberts who has already lived an incredibly hard life and needs her love, she knows this is her big chance to have everything she’s always wanted. Meeting his family during an almost fatal event, she knows she loves them all, including Aiden’s son. The problem comes when she is dragged back into the fold after a devastating accident leaves her husband also needing her like he’s never needed or wanted her before. Liz walks a fine line between caring for another man and his family and taking care of the man she’s been with for so many years.

Where does she draw the line between concern and love? Her past and her present collides when Vince doesn’t remember their love is over, forcing her to relive the past and possibly have to do so for the rest of her life. She has to find the solution to everyone else’s problems before she can fix her own. Elizabeth also has to decide which destiny she wants.
Aiden and Elizabeth’s story celebrates the fact that life is short, we all deserve as much happiness as we can grab.


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They strolled to the bed as if they were dancing, taking bits of clothing off as they moved. When
they reached the bed, she found herself on top of him running her tongue down his beautiful, hard body. He thought he would die when she took him in her mouth and gently tugged at him until he was ready to empty himself into her.
Moving back up his body she slowly enjoyed the taste of his hot moist skin and hard muscles. They kissed as if their lives depended on it, and in a way, they did. The desire that had been building over the weeks apart was intense and they needed to be touched as much as they needed this release, it had been far too long for them both. Urgently they held on to each other. Their first time together would be quick as he ran his hands up and down and in and out of her until she could wait for him no longer.
She pushed him down and climbed on top, finding him as impatient as she was. They were made for each other. She guided him into her and they moved together as if they were together for years, not for the first time tonight.
He felt so good inside of her; it was exactly where he should be. As he felt the end coming, he held her body close to him and gave in to the wonderful release of all the pain and frustration he had in his life up until this moment. He shuddered when he let himself go and as he finished, she knew she could finally give into what she had been fighting for, for so long.
Afterwards lying in his arms, Liz knew this was where she belonged. She wanted them to stay
this way with no more problems and nowhere to go. And nothing to separate them again.
You’ve become the most important thing in my life; I can’t be apart from you anymore. I‘m so glad I didn‘t lose you.”
She said, “I knew that first day that we’d be together eventually. I just wasn’t sure when.”
Soon they were driving against each other again until neither one of them could breathe. He held her afterwards caressing her back as she fell asleep in his arms. Her breath so close to him and her body still belonging to him. He never intended to surrender her again.
The next morning she woke up with Aiden’s body nudged against her back sound asleep. She felt warm and safe, knowing she belonged to him and he was hers. It had taken too long but they were finally together. He never did tell her he loved her. She didn’t say it to him either, but she knew in her heart she did. She didn’t care anymore if he ever said it. He showed it in so many ways she couldn’t deny it to herself. He truly loved her.
He started to wake feeling her soft body next to him. Snuggling closer she said, “Morning, did you sleep well?”
“Who was sleeping, I was dreaming about the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and how happy I am that she’s finally here with me.”
He said, “I’m glad we worked out our problems.”
“Well me too, you’re incredible. Being with you was everything I knew it would be.”

Rolling over to face him she nuzzled his neck, “Didn’t I show you how much I love you? I would never do this with someone I didn’t care deeply for. You’re the man I want in my life and in my bed. There’s no one that can change that except you.”
He looked into her incredibly deep green eyes wanting to lose himself in them again and said, “I do believe you. I always did. I had a ton of trust problems with Jessica and I guess they are ingrained now. She bailed on us when we needed her the most. I can’t live with that kind of rejection any more. I know you’d never leave. Watching you take care of your ex is killing me, but it tells me you’d never give up on the people you love. Strange logic right? I guess what worries me is that you might decide to stay with Vince if you think he needs you enough.”
Touching his face with her finger tips, she said, “I want you to come to me if you see something you don’t understand. I still have to keep up the charade at the hospital. But that’s all it is. As soon as he can handle it, believe me I will remind him where we stand. I promise.”
Aiden kissed her gently, “You know I can’t watch you kiss him, it’s too painful. Smiling she said,” If I have to, I’ll imagine it’s you.”
He laughed,” No, that might make you enjoy it. Just do it quick and get the hell out of there.”
She said, “Okay, you have a deal. But maybe it would it be better if you didn’t go to the hospital. There’s no sense in getting more upset than you already are. Believe me I wasn’t crazy about him grabbing me to kiss me yesterday. He has a strange memory of our marriage. He seems to think we were perfectly happy and had some kind of great romance. There hasn’t been romance in my life for at least a couple of years.”
“Whoa, stop too much information. I know you were married, But I don’t necessarily need the gory details.”

She giggled, “You’re a wonderful lover. So romantic, just the way you look at me drives me crazy. So please understand I don’t want to kiss him or even want to be there. I want him to be okay, but I don’t like the idea of going along with this lie. Believe me when his memory does come back I will be the first to say goodbye.”
“Well now I don’t know if I want his memory back too soon. I don’t want you to have to break up with him all over again.”
She ran her fingers through his dark hair, “I’ll be fine as long as I know you’re with me on this.” He kissed her. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

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Linda L. Picl was born in Illinois and got her love of reading from spending time in a tiny library under a police station in a small town there. From there she went on to work at many of the libraries in suburbs all around the Chicago area which only fired up her love of romance novels.

Following her favorite authors Robyn Carr and Nora Roberts she went on to write sweet romance books and produced her first book Next Time Love Comes and then Solitary Dreamer, both second chance at love romances. Not everyone gets lucky on their first try at love.
Those are the types of books Linda loves to write. She has just published her third book, a paranormal romance, Angelea’s Dreams of Yesterday was recently published by Beau Coup Publishing and more books are on their way.

Linda lives in a suburb of Wisconsin with her husband.

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New Release ☆ CHASING THE WIND (After the Fall) by Nazarea Andrews


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Today is the release day blitz for CHASING THE WIND by Nazarea Andrews. We have a few teasers from the book and a contest!

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Kaida grew up in two worlds–a child in the Manor raised by Sabah before she was granted Citzenship. But the only place she has ever felt like she’s belonged is with Cedric and Guin, the boys she grew up with.

When Cedric’s involvement in a rebel faction goes wrong, the Commission exiles her and holds Guin hostage. Now, she’s on her own for the first time, and searching for the sister who left her behind and a princess who was stolen from the City–and then she stumbles across a face from the past.

Hawke has been an outcast since his Tribe died. When he finds Sabah’s sister on the road, he agrees to help her. But as they search the wilds and grow closer, his disdain for her is slowly replaced by a deep attraction for the girl who faces every challenge so bravely.

And as the City’s deadline dwindles, and the boy she loves hangs in the balance, Hawke is left to wonder if he is protecting her, or if he the biggest threat she will face.


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What will Sabah do, when she realizes what I’ve brought her? For the first time, I let myself worry. She could be furious. There’s no real way of knowing, with Sabah.
But then, she could be thrilled. It’s the first time she’s had contact with any of her people from before she disappeared into the Wilds.
A familiar lance of regret goes through me. Sabah and I would never have made a good pairing. I know it, and try to console myself with that knowledge as I cut a rabbit free of my snare. But it’s hard to accept that when she’s so damn gorgeous and full of fire. She would make a good Tribeswoman. If she could swallow the Claiming.
I wonder if Kaida can.

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NazareaAndrewsAUTHOR INFORMATION: Nazarea Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. She loves chocolate and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, and overgrown dog.

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