#they’re FRIENDS now and that will always come before romance or sex for blitz in all of his relationships

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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 29

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3055

Warnings: Talk of sex

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man.  When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood.  While others expect Thor to make things more official.  What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note:  Written with @fanficwriter013​ who is never going to get off that train.

Chapter 29: Henhalda

Sometime in the early morning some people came into Thor’s room and told us it was time to separate.  We all went to our respective rooms.  I woke the next morning to Clarke shaking me gently.  I groaned and rubbed my eyes.

“Well, you look blitzed,” she teased.

“Mmm…” I grumbled sitting up.  “Did you have fun?”

“Oh, yes,” she said grinning.  “Here I have breakfast for you.  Eat and I’ll tell you all about it.”

As I ate breakfast she regaled me with the story of the small orgy she and Jax ended up having that included Hill, Coulson, Carol, Happy, and a bunch of the Asgardians including Sif and Hogun.  She said they’d taken it to Sif’s rooms and that the other’s had all gone to bed not long after us.  It sounded pretty wild even for my standards, and I was glad she had fun.

I was just finishing up with my breakfast when Loki let herself in without knocking.  “Hurry it up.  You reek of sex and you need to bathe before Henhalda starts properly.”  She barked.

I saluted her and shoved the last piece of my food into my mouth.  She shook her head and left the room, closing the door behind her.

“It’s funny because as much as Loki particularly likes anyone, she likes me.  But also, I annoy the shit out of her,” I said getting up.

“Does Loki like anyone?”  Clarke joked.

“She has people that go from tolerate to love.  She just expresses her love differently.”

Clarke rolled her eyes.  “Through sarcasm?”

“That and only stabbing non-fatally,” I joked.  “Alright.  I better go bathe then.  See you in a bit.”

I went and bathed and came back to my room in a robe.  Clarke had been joined by Katveil and they were talking about the party while Katveil set up her brushes and inks.

“Good morning, Elly!”  The way Katveil said my name was like a little kid who had just been told they can use a curse word.  A little scared they might get in trouble but excited to try the word on their tongue.  “Are you excited about tomorrow?”

“So excited.  I never let myself want this before now.  And now I am getting it, it’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”  I said taking off my robe.

“I’m so happy for you all,” she said. “Get comfortable.  We are going to be here for a long time.”

I tied my hair up and lay down on my stomach and Katveil began to carefully fill in the linework she had done yesterday.

“So reflecting… do I just close my eyes and think about them?”  I asked.

“We could ask you questions if that will help,” Katveil said.

“Okay, yes.  That could work.”  I agreed.

“Hmm… okay then,” Katveil said.  “Do you have a favorite?”

I thought about the question seriously.  The answer was always automatically no, but there was more to it than just yes or no.  “No.  But it’s different with all of them and some feel like they are more mine than others.  Like Sam and Clint are like my best friends and I love being around them.  Like all the time.  Whereas Bruce and Tony challenge me, they push a lot, but I am very protective of them and I feel like they are mine.  They don’t belong to the others the way they belong to me.  But while they are mine, I feel like I am Natasha’s.”

“Huh,” Katveil said.  “I haven’t really been in a relationship.  So I don’t really have anything to compare that to.”

“Well, you have all the time in the world. I didn’t understand it until I was in the middle of it.  And not just the polyamory stuff.  But just being in love in general,” I explained.

“Oh?”  Katveil asked.

“Oh yeah,” I said, smiling to myself.  “Before them, I didn’t think I was the relationship type.  I didn’t understand love.  I didn’t understand romance.  I didn’t even really trust people.”

“I have a hard time believing that,” Clarke teased.

“Well, it’s true,” I snarked.  “I only started up with Nat because I knew she dated other people and I couldn’t get hurt if it never got serious.”

“Huh,” Katveil said.  She stopped painting for a moment and then quickly went back to it like she’d just realized what she was supposed to be doing.

“You should see this thing, Blue,” Clarke said.

“I wish that I could,” I said.  “But I can tell you, being painted on feels amazing.”

“Then I’m doing my job well,” Katveil said.

“I bet Hulk is enjoying it.” I hummed, imagining him lying down and being painted on.

“Is he the Hulk?”  Katveil asked.

“I think so.  Bruce was having a lot of trouble handling it,” I said.  “It’s a shame though, it’s so relaxing.”

“I am sure they are working with him nicely,” Katveil said.

I chuckled.  “If they weren’t we’d know about it.”

Clarke cracked up.  “Yeah, that would draw some attention.”

Katveil chuckled and the three of us fell into mostly silence.  I relaxed, letting the brush strokes on my back ease me into a light doze.

“So…”  Katveil said after a little while.  “Before you said the feelings were different with each of them?”

“Yes.  It’s just as much, but for each of them it feels different,” I explained.  “Like with Wanda.  She’s really soft and caring and she makes me feel nurtured and nurturing.  I want to be quiet with her and cuddle and hold each other.  With Tony, I have to keep my jealousy in check because I get a little possessive of him.  He was very hurt when I met him and it’s almost like I don’t trust anyone else not to hurt him again.  Natasha, it feels super white-hot most of the time, but I also know when I’m at my weakest she’ll be there to wrap me up and make me feel protected.”

“I guess that makes sense.  Different people need different things,” she mused.

“Exactly.  Just like that,” I said.

“Tell me about each one,” she said.

I thought about it for a moment.  “I love how Bruce can be soft and shy and gently and then rough and commanding and it's me that brings though out of him.  I like geeking out about biology with him.  I love it when he starts talking about things and I can't even understand what he's talking about anymore.

“And with Natasha, I love how loyal she is.  How protective.  How wild she can get and how bossy.  I love how well she reads us and can always tell exactly what we need even when we don't know it.  I love that with me, she lets herself be vulnerable and afraid and she knows I don't judge her for it.”

“That’s cute,” Katveil said affectionately.

“Okay... so Clint is a big dork.  I love that about him.  How funny he is.  How loving.  How he is so good at getting people into the headspace that they can do the things they need to do.  I love how up for everything he is.  Even when he's doubting himself.  I love that he's so so smart but he pretends he's not so people don't have their expectations of him too high.  I also love that with me, he pushes boundaries he's sometimes too scared to because he trusts me so much,” I explained.

“Tony I love how smart he is, and how funny.  I love watching him work and when he gets all hyper-focused on something.  I love how quickly we fell even after he'd been hurt so badly.  I love how much he trusts me even when he didn't know me.  How even when he's so scared he doesn't know what to do, what he wants more than anything is for us to be okay and to be provided for.  I love how even though he could take us to expensive restaurants all the time, he'd rather eat burgers and pizza.  I love how he tells me he loves me, even when he's not using the words.”

“How does that work?”  Katveil asked.

“You just have to listen to him.  If you listen you can hear it,” I said.

“Okay, who’s next?”  She asked.

“Alright, so Sam.  Sam is somehow both the coolest and sweetest person ever.  I love how he just deals with shit.  It almost doesn't matter what it is.  I love how open he is to people.  How caring.  How he just wants to help people, whether it be the superhero stuff, or just to have them feel better when they're struggling with things.  I love how playful he is with me.  How he teases me.  I love how free he is with his affection and that he'll come to me when he's feeling very cuddly because he knows I'm always down for cuddles,” I answered.  “I love how Steve is this paradox.  How he's so loving and understanding and caring, but how he's also such a huge fucking dumb ass.  I love how passionate he is about things that are important to him.  How he really backs up the things he believes in.  I love how he adapts to things.  I love that he sees the best in people.  That he encourages the best in them.  I love that he always has his heart open.  I love that he will talk to me about how he's feeling even when he won't talk to anyone else because I have no expectations of how he should be and he knows that.”

“A paradox,” Katveil repeated almost to herself.

“Bucky is such a caring and soft boy.  He always puts everyone ahead of himself.  He had so much bad stuff happen to him, and he blames himself so much for it.  I love that he'll let himself relax with us.  He can't always do it, but it's more and more every day and now it's so rare to see the tense and worried Bucky.  Even though he's often that with other people.  I love how loving he is.  How he is slow to open his heart but when it's open you're his person.  I love his sense of humor.  How he teases people and banters with them.  I love how he always stops to pet dogs.  Clint does that too actually.  It's super cute.  I love how when you become Bucky’s person, he's this huge flirt.”  I continued.  “Wanda is my sweet soft cuddly one.  She is probably the most powerful one.  Even compared to Thor.  But she's also so soft and so fragile.  I love how nothing has made her hard.  She just loves.  So fiercely.  I love how when I'm in bed she'll just crawl into my arms and snuggle in.  I love how she's not scared of her powers.  She loves them and she shows them off.  I love how she's quick to reassure people.  I love how much of a mother she is.  You know those people who are just kinda moms?  But at the same time, she's just this cute little innocent thing.  I love how she just comes into my room after I finished work and curls up on my bed like a cat to talk to me while I change.  I love how she's willing to need people.  She doesn't see that as a weakness.”

“Aww, curls up like a cat.  That’s cute,” Katveil said.

“Yes, it’s very cute.  She’s my cute bean,”  I hummed.

“Was that all of them?”  She asked.

“You’re forgetting the reason why I’m here,” I chuckled.

She made a small squeak sound and shook her head.  “Yes, the king.”

“That's him,” I teased.  “You know I had been with Nat for about a year before I even met Thor.  I'd heard so much about him.  They used to tease me for having a crush on him when really, I think they were projecting.  They loved him so much.  From what I hear, he's the one that convinced them that they could all be together if that's what they wanted.”

“Yes, that’s what he does,” Katveil agreed.  “He inspires.”

“Oh yeah.  He definitely does.  And he's there where you need him.  I met him because we were attacked.  They took Wanda, Bucky, and Clint.  They were toying with us.  I called out to Heimdall to send him to help and the others laughed at me.  But he came.”

Katveil gave a small nod.  “It must have been necessary.”

“Oh yeah.  It was.  But that's what he's like.  If you need him, he's there.   I love how selfless he is.  How good he makes people feel about themselves.  I love how when he makes you feel like the most important person in the universe when he's with you.”

“So it is like you are each a brick in a foundation,” Katveil said.

“Yeah.  Exactly.  That is a perfect way to put it,” I agreed.

She smiled and put her paintbrushes down.  “Guess what?”  She said.

“Finished my back?”  I asked.

“I have,” she confirmed.  “It needs time to dry fully.  So I will go and have them bring lunch in.  Just relax a bit longer.”

“Thank you, Kat,” I said.

She headed out into the living room and I looked over at Clarke.  “How does it look?”  I asked.

“Oh, it’s gorgeous,” Clarke said.  “Storytelling worked into it too.   Well, I think.”

“Wow.  Can’t wait to see it,” I said.

Katveil returned and I propped myself up on my elbows and ate the plate that was given to me.  Occasionally she would touch my back gently and look at her fingers like she was testing how dry it was.

I finished my plate and Clarke took it and put it aside.  “When you’re ready,” Katveil said.

“It’s dry?”  I asked.

“Yes,” she said.  “You are safe to move.”

I rolled over and sat up grabbing a glass of water and taking a long drink.  “Maybe I should pee first.”

Katveil giggled.  “Yes, that’s a good idea.”

I stood up.  “Did you eat?”

“Did I eat?”  She asked.

“Yes.  Did you?”  I repeated.

“The queen asks about my well being.”  She said sounding shocked.

“Kat, I thought you said we were friends.”  I scolded.

“Right, sorry.”  She said, shaking her head. “I did eat, yes.  Go… pee.”

I chuckled and grabbed the robe and went to the bathroom.  When I came back I lay down and this time instead of doing the coloring, she began to fill in one of the blank spaces she had left for our symbols.

“What do you expect from the union?”  Katveil asked as she did the intricate line work.

“I mean, I have been told we get our lives extended and powers.  I’m glad that means that the others won’t have to face watching us grow old and die.  But I think even if that wasn’t the case I’d be excited.  I’m excited I get to have this thing where we get up and say to everyone, these are our people and we commit ourselves to each other.”

“So … claiming them?”  Katveil asked.

“No.  Not that.  But not hiding and not being ashamed.  Acknowledging them,” I said.  “On Earth … Midgard… We were secret for so long because of the stigma of polyamory, that it is nice we get to have this.  We can’t even have our relationship formally recognized there.  If Tony were to die he could say we get his things, but there would be no guarantee that we’d get them.”

Katveil shook her head.  “Midgard needs to stop being so repressed.”

“No argument from me,” Clarke laughed.

Katveil continued to work through the afternoon.  The symbols for each person were all placed low around my hips and the insides of my thighs.  Each done in that style that resembled a nordic mandella.  Steve’s resembled a shield with a quill and inkwell tipped over on it.  As she colored it the ink showed as bleeding colors that represented each of us into the shield.  Blended into the shield was the rune Tỷr.  Bucky’s was a wolf with what looked like an entire galaxy of stars in its eyes.  The rune blended into it was eihwaz.  Tony’s was half arc reactor, half-atom with the rune fehu.  Bruce was a coin, that appeared to be in motion.  On one side was the trefoil, the other side a green teddy bear.  The rune that was worked into it was Ur.  Clint had what looked like a cup of coffee and two arrows that were laid out into the shape of the rune nauðr, over a chevron.  Natasha had her black widow symbol with a long-stemmed rose, complete with thorns.   Her rune was algiz.  Sam’s symbol was a feather that blended out into falcons taking flight, along with his wedged symbol and the rune raihdo.  Wanda was the curved M of her logo with the rune ansus on a bleeding heart orchid.  Thor’s was Mjolnir with sparks that came off her and connected with everyone else’s symbol.  On the handle of Mjolnir was the rune thuisaz.  

As Katveil colored, the images seemed to come to life, almost like a kind of magic ran through them.  The colors seemed to be part of the story.  In some places, they were bright primary colors.  In others washed out watercolors.  Some were metallic and shimmered in the light  A thread of gold seemed to run through the whole scene connecting each part like it was a story, but while something I could vaguely understand, others I wasn’t sure about.

By the end, I was covered neck down in the artwork.  Even on the soles of my feet and the palms of my hands.  Katveil wished me well for the wedding and said she would be in the crowd and I spent the rest of the night with Clarke.  The kids came in to see me for a little while and we played games and ate dessert.  They were then taken to see Bruce so he could read them their bedtime story.

When I went to sleep I was buzzing with excitement.  Tomorrow was the day my life was going to change forever and I couldn’t wait.

// NEXT

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Title: The Hunted and the Hind

Series: Lost in Time #3

Author: A. L. Lester

Publisher: JMS Books LLC

Release Date: 30 December 2020

Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male, Male/NB

Length: 40,000 words

Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Mystery, Non-binary, Paranormal, Romantic Suspense, Historical, 1920s

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Synopsis

Inadvertently tumbling through the border after Fenn and then thrown into the middle of the internecine political disputes of their people, Sergeant Will Grant of the Metropolitan Police has spent three months in prison in the Underhalls of the Frem. When Fenn comes to free him and return him home through the border, he has very little time to work out what’s going on before the sudden appearance of Fenn’s missing younger sibling, Keren, throws Fenn for a loop.

Instead of returning them to London as planned, the trio step through the border to the Egyptian desert. Once they work out where they are, it’s a two week trip back to England with the possibility of pursuit both onboard ship and when they reach home.

Will the journey give Fenn and Will time to resolve the feelings they have been dancing around since the day they met? How will they keep Keren from recapture by the faction who tried to persuade Fenn they were dead? And has Will’s friend Alec forgiven Fenn for lying about their motives when they first traveled to London four months ago?

The Hunted and the Hind is the third and final book in the 1920s ‘Lost in Time’ trilogy. The books need to be read in order.

Rating & Review

5 out of 5

The Hunted and the Hind is wonderful. OK, first I have to say as a non-binary person I have a soft spot for fiction involving enbys done well. This was excellent! Not just the non-binary, but the story overall. You get quickly immersed and can feel the world surround you the deeper you go into the book. The characters and world are well-developed, and the story has great pacing. Highly recommend!

Excerpt

“Can I ride the one over there, please, Will Grant?” Keren called across the yard, pointing at creature with a white stripe down it’s face that they’d become enamored of earlier.

Will Grant nodded and came across the courtyard toward them. “You may. That was my intention, anyway.” They looked at Fenn. “Do you have animals you ride in the Outlands?” they asked.

Fenn stroked Olive’s nose. “Not like these,” they said. “These are beautiful creatures. We sometimes ride the antacas we use for pack animals. Some  people breed them for meat, too. They have horns and a very sharp spine. And are extremely bad tempered. They’re smaller than these, though. Bumpy.”

Will Grant leaned against the stable door next to Fenn, as Keren took themselves across the yard to quiz the horse-keeper. He rubbed at Olive’s ears absently. “You’re not bumpy, are you girl? No-one would dream of accusing you of such a dreadful thing!”

The horse shook its head and buffeted Will Grant’s stomach. He staggered a little against Fenn’s side and blew out a laugh. It was very strange to see them like this, out of their city clothes, in what Fenn assumed were special clothes for riding. The humans seemed to have a variety of different clothes for each task, rather than sensible clothing that would serve for most things. Here in private, both Fenn and Keren had donned the extra clothes made for them in Port Said, patterned more or less on their usual loose trousers and robes.

It was even stranger to see Will laugh like this. After the conversation with their parent this morning, Will had seemed to let go of a little of the tension that had gathered round them since this trip had been mooted. It was a nice look on them, Fenn decided. Underneath it all was the tension and sadness that was Will’s permanent signature. But a little of that had eased. Fenn wondered what it would take to ease the rest of it.

“Come on, then,” Will Grant said, straightening. “Let’s get Keren up and we can go out for a wander through the woods and down to the lake. And once we’re there we can try our kias out near the water. We’re lucky Mama has kept the stable going, with no-one but her here to ride.” He glanced around. “The men coming home needed the work.”

Fenn nodded. “Your parent is a good person,” they said, cautiously. “They reminded me of Ana. Very…,” they searched for an accurate, polite word.

Will Grant laughed. “Very, yes,” they said. Their eyes had softened. “I haven’t done right by her,” they said. “I’ve been too wrapped up in my own head. I should have come home before.”

“It doesn’t sound like you were ready,” Fenn replied. “Home is a difficult place to be, sometimes.”

Will Grant shook their head. “But still. She’s my mother and she lost all of us. Father died a few years before the war and she missed him dreadfully. It was a love match, I think. They spent a lot of time together, anyway.”

Both of them were leaning against the stable door now, talking quietly whilst they watched the bustle as the horse-keepers got animals out for them all to ride.

“Is that not always the case, here?” Fenn asked, curiously.

Will looked at them over Olive’s nose. “For Mama’s generation, not always. Sometimes, marrying well is more important than whether you have strong feelings for your potential partner. Making the marriage and producing children is the thing, you see.”

Fenn looked at him.

“Not for me,” they hastened to add. “Mama has given up trying to marry me off. She made it clear this morning that she has no expectations in that direction at all.” They hesitated. “She said, you are welcome to visit here, too. She knows that I…have feelings…for you.”

Fenn was silent for a moment. “I would be honored to visit them,” they said. “Whether or not you have feelings for me, Will Grant.” They felt the shiver of embarrassment in Will’s kias. Humans did not talk about this sort of thing, apparently. Probably because most of them didn’t have kias and had to articulate everything verbally. It was very graceless and left a lot of room for misunderstanding. How did people without any kias at all between them manage?

They gently opened the edges of their kias to Will Grant and allowed their own feelings to be felt. Admiration, friendship, desire, love. All of it. Will glanced over and smiled, clearly picking some of it up without even trying to reach back.

The two of them stood against the door in amicable silence until the chief horse-keeper called across the yard, “Ready, Mr William? I’ve got Peter tacked up for you, here!”

Will Grant started. “Coming, Ralph. Thank you.

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Writer of queer, paranormal, historical, romantic suspense. Lives in the South West of England with Mr AL, two children, a badly behaved dachshund, a terrifying cat and some hens. Likes gardening but doesn't really have time or energy. Not musical. Doesn't much like telly. Non-binary. Chronically disabled. Has tedious fits.

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RELEASE BLITZ Title: Arynn’s Chosen Mate Series: Iron Wolves MC #8 Author: Ellie Boon Genre: Paranormal Romance Release Date: April 15, 2018

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They say blood is thicker than water, but a bond that’s chosen is stronger than steel. Nothing and nobody can sever those that are forged between ones chosen family.

They say love hurts. For a shifter who thinks he’s lost it all, it’s more than just a saying, it’s a reality. When Arynn is finally reunited with his daughter and finds the one woman created just for him, he swears love does hurt, but it’s a feeling he would give his life to experience.

Family is supposed to love and cherish one another. Sheila never had that growing up. When she became a mother of not just her own child, but her twin sister’s as well, she vows to love them like she’d never been.

When you find love that’s worth fighting for, you grab it and hold on tight. Families don’t always have to be blood, sometimes ones that are chosen are even more special as they are forged in love, instead of duty.

Can Arynn and Sheila along with their two girls finally find peace as a family, or will the darkness from their past destroy the goodness they’re creating?

Warning: Contains a sexy hero who feels EVERYTHING and a heroine who loves him even more. Lots of growly men, a crazy Fey Queen and her wolpires. Oh and HELLBOY. #DONTLOOKDOWN

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EXCERPTS

#1

“Can you—do you recognize darkness when you touch a person?” He’d never asked the other man to look inside him. To be truthful, he’d never allowed anyone to see inside him completely. Now, with the fate of his family, friends, pack and possibly more, he was willing. Creed nodded. “I can sense darkness in anyone. I am darkness.” Xan snorted. “You sound like a fucking scary movie. I am darkness,” he mocked. “Shut the hell up, Hellboy. You’re possibly one of the best men I’ve ever met, and no we ain’t gonna hug and shit.” “Is this like a, bromance now? It’s because you looked down, isn’t it?” Creed sighed. “I told them all. Don’t look down. I warned them, they’d all get dick-envy. I had no clue it would become—this. Fine, come here. You can have a side hug.” Creed held his left arm out. “Come on, you can’t be greedy. Side hugs are all you get. If I gave you a full hug, you’d hump me and shit. Not today, pup. Or tomorrow, or the day after that. Or the,” he stopped and laughed. Xan held his middle finger up. “Bromance my ass. You only wish I’d hug you so you could find out why the ladies say I put the X in sex.” “Enough, my fucking ears are bleeding. If you two need to get a room, go, get r done, but for fuckssake, stop with the jawing,” Kellen growled. “While y’all were fucking around and doing your chest pounding, junk grabbing, and other man bullshit, we scouted the area. Seems the darkness has set up camp about a mile outside our territory, alpha.” Lyric tossed her hair behind her shoulder. Arynn gaped at Lyric and Syn as they strolled through the door, their confident strides didn’t pause as they passed. “Oh, Bodhi and Rowan are right behind us. They’ll be bitching because we were faster than them. Ps. Size doesn’t equal speed,” Syn laughed. As the sister to the alpha she had been brought up as the princess of the pack. Arynn had watched both girls grow up, saw them fight alongside the men and had eased each of the heartaches at one time or another. However, when their mates slammed through the door, he moved back. “Karsyn FuckingUnderwood, get your ass back here,” Bodhi roared. Syn gave a mock shudder. “Oh, he used my full. Wait a minute. He’s Xan FuckingCarmichael. I am not, nor have I ever been referred to as the same moniker. Take it back.” She stomped her foot. Arynn knew what was coming next, kept his arms around Sheila as Bodhi swept Syn into his arms, and over his shoulder. “Bodhi, I am not a sack of potatoes. Dammit that hurt,” she yelled as the man slapped her butt. Their voices trailed off when they turned the corner. “Well, that was interesting. Hi, honey, how was your trip?” Lyric smiled. “You coming to me, or am I coming to get you?” Rowan folded his arms across his chest. Lyric tossed her arms in the air. “What is wrong with you men. Come, sit, do this don’t do that. All we did was show you where to go. You and Bodhi were heading in the wrong direction. Ps. You’re welcome.” “I’m gonna count to three. If I get to three, it’s gonna hurt you worse than it hurts me, darlin.” She pointed at Rowan. “Don’t you darlin me, and don’t you dare start counting. I’m coming because I want to, and my legs are tired of walking.” While she’d been talking she moved to stand in front of her mate. “Alright, pick me up and do what you will with me.” “What am I gonna do with you?” Rowan asked. Instead of tossing her over his shoulder, he lifted her until she could wrap her legs around his waist. “Eye. Bleach. It hasn’t been invented yet,” Xan yelled. Lyric lifted her right hand and flipped her brother off while Rowan carried her down the hall.

#2

“Man up, Arynn, and get your ass outta your rig,” he told himself then put action to words. He got out, inhaling deeply, taking in the scents around him. If he dropped his mental guards, he could be assailed by a shitton of others feelings, yet the urge to do so in order to get the lay of those around him almost had him taking the risk. Instead, he hit the key fob and walked around the front of his vehicle. A deep bark followed by a growl alerted him to the presence of a dog in the backyard. He tilted his head to the side and followed the sidewalk around, his nose telling him that was where his girl was. Another loud bark and even more growling had him moving faster. The animal sounded huge and mean. What the hell kind of beast was Sheila allowing near his baby girl? Not many times could he say he’d froze, but at the sight of a breed of dog, he was sure the Vikings had bred for killing their enemies, jumping toward a blonde girl who couldn’t be more than eleven or twelve, it’s massive head twice the size of hers, Arynn launched himself over the six-foot privacy fence. The big beast turned his head as Arynn landed with a thud on booted feet. The growl he emanated would’ve frightened most men, but he wasn’t most men. Hell, his growl was worse than the animal now in attack formation. “Go inside,” Arynn ordered the frightened girl. “It’s okay, he won’t hurt you.” A snort came from a few feet away. “Of course, he won’t hurt us. Now you, I think he’s going to eat for dinner. Or, snack since he just ate. You better get ready to run, mister.” Arynn took his eyes off the dog to stare at the child he knew was his. The moisture in his mouth dried as his heart beat triple time. “Rebel,” he whispered. Just before the animal could do what Arynn presumed he was trained to do, he turned and growled at the big dog. “Down, boy. Sit,” he ordered, snapping his fingers, showing who was the alpha. The dog pulled up, his feet working to do as he was told, a whine escaping him. “What did you do to Gizzy?” Rebel asked rushing forward, falling to her knees and wrapping her arms around that massive head. “Gizzy? You call that thing Gizzy? Girl, that things a monster.” He nearly choked on his words as he thought of the giant wolf he turned into, but dammit, his daughter was hugging the drooling pup. “Um, sorry. I didn’t hear you pull up, Mr. Dunn.” Arynn turned, bracing himself for his first view of Sheila. “What the hell? Sarah?” The woman sighed and shook her blonde head, the silky length much shorter than Sarah’s had been when he’d been with her. “I’m Sheila, Sarah’s twin sister. Please come inside so we can talk. Girls, have you picked up all the lawnmines?” “Lawnmines?” he asked. What kind of house was this? A deep husky laugh had his body responding in a wholly inappropriate way, especially with two young girls looking on. “The big beast there, not quite aptly named Gizmo, gifts us with piles of poo that are like landmines to unsuspecting walkers out back. The girls job is to take care of him, which includes cleaning up said lawnmines.” She made air quotes, then brought her hand back up to her forehead as if blocking the sun. “Aw, mom, we cleaned up most, but there’s a couple warm ones,” Rebel cried. He whipped his head toward his daughter, then back at the woman who said she wasn’t Sarah. Something was off. He sniffed the air, thinking he’d recognize the other woman’s scent from their one time together. His wolf raked at him, wanting to come out and—shit, Arynn had to seize control of his powers. Being the Omega meant he was more in touch with his wolf, giving his other half the ability to help when his pack needed to release pain, both mental and physical. Now, it took monumental effort to force the wall back up and face the woman who clearly wasn’t Sarah, but her twin. Shit! “Girls,” Sheila said in a tone that had both females moving toward shovel looking devices with a scraper attached. “Are they okay out here with—that?” he pointed at the animal lounging on his stomach with his big reddish head resting on paws the size of a damn bear, his amber eyes blinking slowly at Arynn as if he was contemplating eating him for dinner. “Gizmo would no sooner harm a hair on those girls’ head, than I would. Come on, you look like you could use a drink, of the non-alcoholic variety.” With one last meaningful glance at Gizmo, he took in the two girls’. One with blonde hair like Sheila’s and one with dark locks like his own. Those blue eyes had flashed at him, reminding Arynn so much like his brother Torq in a temper. Damn, he wished his brother was here to see Rebel in action. He’d be giving the other man a call when he left, hopefully with more than just a memory. “Water or tea. I also have non-caffeinated pop?” Sheila asked, her hands twisting together. Good, she was as nervous as him. “Why don’t you explain.” He nodded toward her then the french doors where he could still see Rebel and the other girl. It took him a moment to remember she had an equally awesome name, Romie, walking around as they scooped up Gizmo’s shit. “Where do you want me to start?” “How about at the beginning and explain why my daughter calls you mom, when you’re clearly not her mother,” he bit out. Sheila slapped her hands on the granite counter. “First of all, just because you carry a child for nine months and deliver a baby, doesn’t make you a mother. Second, you will treat me with respect in my home as I’ve never done anything except do what I could, to provide you with updates on Rebel from the time she came home from the hospital.” Arynn nodded. “I’ll give you that. However, my kid is calling you mom. Living in your home with your family. Is she calling your husband dad as well?” The thought had he and his wolf growling.

#3

If his kid and the woman who raised her along with her sister wasn’t staring at him with fear in their eyes, he’d shift and take out as many of the assholes who thought to come into their home. “Back up is on the way.” “Arynn, we don’t have that kind of time.” “Yoohoo, did someone call for a Feywolf and her Wolpires?” He closed his eyes and then opened them before turning to face Jenna and sure enough, her mates, who didn’t look happy to have been interrupted. “Nice shorts,” he said waving at the short shorts the twins were wearing. He had two men wearing tiny shorts flipping him the bird. “Mom, are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Rebel asked. “Listen, children, once I spank some dark beo…I mean, once I go teach an old lady some manners, while my handsome husbands teach some silly boys with their toys a few things, we’ll talk. Mkay?” Jenna waved her fingers, then slapped Damien followed by Lucas on the ass as she stepped away then disappeared. “Is she like a Jedi, or a Sith?” Rebel asked. “Don’t give her any freaking ideas, kid.” Arynn looked at the one who spoke. “Damien, what do you need from us?” He moved closer to his three girls. Whether they knew it or not, they were his. “How bout you stay with your family here while we take care of the, less than stellar ones outside. Oh, by the way, nice pet.” Damien scratched Gizmo between the ears. Rebel growled. “Nice protection he is. How’s he know y’all aren’t enemy number fifty or something?” Lucas grinned, flashing a bit of fang for the girl’s benefit Arynn was sure. “Gizzy is a very smart boy, besides, he knows who’s top dog in the house. Ain’t that right boy.” He gave one more scratch, then turned to follow Damien who’d already replaced the shorts with a pair of jeans, shocking Arynn as he’d only seen the prince of vampires in suits. “We’ve entered the twilight zone, haven’t we?” Romie asked. Sheila pulled both girls next to her, wrapping an arm around each. “Are they—friends of yours?” Arynn nodded. “Trust me, we couldn’t ask for anyone better to be here. Well, there’s Creed, but he’s another ballgame altogether. Do you have everything you’ll need in those bags?” He nodded toward Rebel’s feet, still amazed at the show of strength his girl had. “You should grab your purse, mom, that way we don’t have to worry about replacing some of your information.” Rebel’s voice was calm as if they’d planned for such an exit. The sound of metal being smashed, and a male scream followed by several more had Arynn looking up at the ceiling. “It’ll be over soon.” Staying inside and not fighting went against the grain, but leaving the females unprotected wasn’t an option. Several minutes passed before finally the tense moments were broken. “Alright my lovelies, that didn’t go quite as expected, but rest assured, your resident Feywolf and her sidekicks totally kicked—bum and didn’t bother with names. Um, there was a dark presence that lingered, but the female was gone when I went out. Do you know who or what I’m talking about?” Jenna stood in an outfit straight out of a scifi movie carrying an honest to goodness glowing sword. “Are you like an…an alien?” Romie asked with awe in her voice. Jenna moved to stand in front of the girls, the glowing sword looking ominous in her right hand. “Oops, let me just take care of this.” She bumped it against her hip, making the blue light appear to shrink into the handle. “Well, if an alien is someone not from Earth, then in your definition, yes, I’m an alien. However, that means all of us in this room are aliens by that description, including you, young Romie Brielle.” Rebel held up her hand, the other she had clenched on Gizmo’s collar. “What exactly are you and what are we?” Jenna looked to Arynn, a raise of her blonde brows. “I’m gonna leave that to your father to tell you. For now, you are safe. By the way, where are my two hunky mates?” Sheot! Arynn pinched the bridge of his nose as Rebel and Romie turned their intent stares on him. He could see the accusation in both girls’ eyes. “Listen, I know you have questions, which your mother and I most definitely owe you both. While I want to spill it all right here and now, I’m not sure it’s the safest, especially knowing the wicked grandmother could return and who knows what or who she’ll bring with her. And, if my senses are correct, you are with young my queen.” Arynn held his hand near Jenna’s stomach, wishing he’d been allowed to feel his own child growing inside all those years ago. The Fey Queen’s face lit up with happiness. “Yes, we are. Oh, and those randy twins of your alpha has already laid claim to my little nuggets, much to my mates’ dismay. I can’t wait to watch those fireworks.” “That’s it. I’ve clearly got a concussion. That idiot today hit me harder than I thought and my brain is bruised.” Rebel rubbed her head. Jenna growled. “Who hit you?” “Easy, il mio cuore, I do believe the young female took care of the little bastard and good on her I say. When our young are born we’ll make sure she and her sister teach our girls’ how to handle little porchdicks like she did.” Lucas strolled in through the kitchen, brushing his hands together like he was dusting them off. “Where’s your brother?” Jenna asked, turquoise eyes narrowed. “I do believe he’s handling a little mess in the backyard. Seemed he did a little rolling of landscaping and wanted to make sure it looked just as it had when we walked out. Oh, he also wanted me to inform you that you needed to teach your overly large pet some manners about going number two outside where unsuspecting visitors might walk.” Lucas grinned. Romie groaned while Rebel pretended great interest in fixing said large pet. “Thank you for the tip. I’ll make sure they’re properly trained,” Sheila agreed.

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Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, since she’s athletically challenged. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her.

She writes what she loves to read, and that is romance, whether it’s erotic, Navy SEALs, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.

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Book Blitz: Forevermore by Cristiane Serruya (Guest Post + Teaser Image + Giveaway)

Forevermore Cristiane Serruya (Ever More, #2) Publication date: December 7th 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

A father desperate to save his little girl. A doctor fighting for a cure. And two broken hearts that can only be healed together.Ava Larsen is too busy finishing her pediatric oncology residency to find love… and she knows what it feels like to have a broken heart. She assures herself that kissing the gorgeous alpha stranger the night before was nothing more than a dangerous yet delicious mistake— one she won’t repeat.

Widower billionaire Aleksander Maximilian is one of the most powerful men alive, but he’s helpless to save his daughter Olivia from cancer. Doctors have assured him it would be best to enjoy her last days at home. To make Olivia’s wish to spend her last Christmas on Lake Tahoe come true, he hires the best home care team in the business. It turns out the head of the team is the breathtaking woman he shared an unexpected kiss which ignited sparks. But this is the worst time for Aleksander to have finally have passionate feelings for someone, not to mention it’s strictly forbidden to Ava to get involved with her patient’s father. Tragedy brought them together. A miracle might rip them apart. An emotional gripping love story of hope, redemption, and never giving up, Forevermore is the second book in USA Today bestselling author Cristiane Serruya’s EVER MORE Series. If you enjoy romances by Nora Roberts, Danielle Steel, Sylvia Day, and Maya Banks, then you will cherish this heartwarming, steamy contemporary erotic novel. Sequel to So Much More, FOREVERMORE stands on its own, but reading in order guarantees a more enjoyable time.

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4 reasons why I LOVE to write romances! Guest post by Cristiane Serruya

Hello and thanks for hosting me. I’m so happy to be here with you and your readers today. Since 2011, I’ve been immersed in the written word—penning romance novels, to be exact. The process of crafting and getting a work through the publishing machine—especially the indie world—can be a lonely and hard path but when my new imaginary friends walk out of my romances, they’re worth all of grueling pain I submit my wrists and fingers to. Here are four reasons why I have been hooked by love stories. 1. The characters The men! Handsome or scarred, funny or brooding, overbearing or supportive. Dark-haired, blond, paled skin, tanned and everything in between! Now put them together with blondes, brunettes or red-heads; thin or curved or toned; opinionated and bold or delicate and shy! Oh, my! To make it even better, throw in a couple of kids—I love stories with smart kids! Of course, makes it even funnier if we have a few criminals in the story, too. There, I have a bunch of new friends—and enemies—for me to play with for a while. 2. I get to create stories Imagine those said characters meeting over a business meeting, as in The Complete TRUST Series; or fighting for a cure for a sick child, as in Forevermore, and the sparks flying over a heated argument or a nice gesture. And then imagine them doing it. Yeah! And some revengeful ex-partner or dark secret, which threatens their relationship. I decide who loves and hates; who lives and dies! I can totally transform a person I know in a good or a horrible character. I can even take my revenge on the ones I don’t like much and create a whole new ending for a situation gone wrong. It’s freeing! 3. The research Learning is a passion of mine. In order to create believable characters, research is necessary. For example, Tavish Uilleam MacCraig, the lead male character of Love Painted in Red, who appeared on my first release Entwined Fates, TRUST Series #1 and was supposed to be a secondary character, grew so much as a character during TRUST Series that he demanded his story to be told. As it unfolded, and from it I have already Damaged Love, which features Tavish’s best friend, Lord Richard Smith, and after comes the story of Richard’s older brother, Lord Hugh Smith. All the three of them are veterans of war—I am always in awe of those men and women who sacrifice themselves to make this world safer. We don’t have a strong military here in Brazil and I wanted them to be believable veteran dealing with PTSD, living with disabilities, having invisible scars, for the readers to feel their pains. So I interviewed many veterans online. It was an enlightening and heartbreaking experience and it helped me make Tavish and Richard come out beautifully—or so I like to think—with their physical and psychological scars and yet full of life strength and vigor. 4. The happily ever after With all the horrible things happening in the world, unnecessary killings, religious and racial strife, it’s great to be able to escape to a world where my characters have survived bad things and are still able to find a fulfilling and healing relationship with a happy ending—and don’t forget the steamy sex I got to create. But sometimes, I get out of a story emotionally tired; so tired, I need a break. It was exactly the case of Forevermore, Olivia, Alek, and Ava’s heart-wrenching and heart-warming story that I needed a break before I jump into the skin of Benedict, who is blind, and Natalya, from Evermore. Ah, what did I do during my break? I wrote a light, funny and suspenseful romance. So, pre-order already Royal Love, Last Royals Series #1. Last, I want to share some good news. Almost all my books are on KindleUnlimited, so visit Cristiane Serruya’s Amazon Page and read them for free! I love to connect with readers, so feel free to stalk me online: Facebook Author Page, Twitter, Instagram, Instagram. And follow me on BookBub, Amazon, and Goodreads. Those who want to receive my very, very sporadic emails about new releases and promotions can sign-up here: Cristiane Serruya Website and win a free romance, free cookbooks, and so much more! Thank you for the opportunity to share my thoughts here and helping me promote my work. Love, Cris, author

Author Bio: USA TODAY and AMAZON best-selling romance author, Cristiane Serruya lives in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, with her six-foot-six husband, two teenage daughters, and Loki, her Shetland sheepdog. Cris is a writer, a lawyer, a reader; a woman, a mother, and a wife. Not necessarily in this order. Or in any order…

She has a Master's in Business Law and a BA in Fine Arts. In 2012, after twenty-two years of practicing law, Cris decided to give writing a go. And--amazingly--it was just the piece that was missing in the puzzle of her life. She loves to hear from readers so fell free to stalk her online and visit www.crisserruya.com to win a freebie left there only for you. Those who want to receive Cris's very sporadic emails about new releases, giveaways, and promotions can sign-up on http://bit.ly/CS-VIPlist

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Book Blitz: Grand Finale: Sunsets at Seaside by Addison Cole (Giveaway)

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Sunsets at Seaside

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Launch - About the Series

Sweet with just enough heat...

Under the name Addison Cole, New York Times bestselling author Melissa Foster is releasing each of her beloved, and steamy, Love in Bloom titles in a “sweet with heat” version. The new Sweet with Heat series has no explicit love scenes or harsh language, but her voice is naturally passionate, and because of that, the stories convey all of the heat you expect between two people in love (within the confines of the “sweet” genre). The stories and characters in Sweet with Heat remain mostly the same as the Love in Bloom series, however, in addition to the omission of graphic sexual scenes and cursing, certain characters have also been repositioned.

It's All About the Romance - Excerpt

She stared at the phone, unable to believe she’d been seconds away from winning what she was sure was her father’s baseball and had lost it. She hated phones. She hated eBay. She hated bidding against nonexistent people in tiny little stupid phones. She hated the whole thing so much she turned and hurled the phone over the deck.

Wow.

That felt really, really good.

Rockin' Book Reviews - Review

"I loved reading this book. I like the way these longtime friends continue to hang out each summer and always have each other’s backs. . . . I highly recommend this book to other readers. It is a really good read and held my attention well throughout."

Book Lover in Florida - Review

"Charming and whimsical romance with a bite set in Cape Cod. The story flowed smoothly and had just enough tender and passion to leave some to the imagination."

Wishful Endings - Review

"SUNSETS AT SEASIDE is a romance story about a woman who is trying to find out what a normal life would be like and a man who has been largely labelled for his wealth and business acumen who find a chance for love with each other. There is a group of friends who are the focus of other stories in the series who bring a family/small-town feel to this story. Readers can expect some drama, romantic tension, and the usual twist in the story that creates a barrier to these two finding their happily-ever-after."

The Bookworm Chronicles - Excerpt

“Ouch! What the…” A deep male voice rose up to her.

Jessica crouched and peered between the balusters. Standing on the gravel road just a few feet from her building, in a pair of black running shorts and no shirt, was the nicest butt she’d ever seen, attached to a tanned back that was glistening with sweat and rippled with muscles. Holy moly, they didn’t make orchestra musicians with bodies like that. Not that she’d know, considering that they were always properly covered in black suits and white shirts, but could a body like that even be hidden?

Harlie's Books - Review

"...I loved the book clean and dirty. I’ve read Ms. Cole and her alter ego, Ms. Foster before and she never disappoints. I can’t wait to dive into the other sweet books in this series."

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Becky on Books - Excerpt

“Guess it’s just you and me.”

Jamie’s rich voice slid over her, bringing goose bumps to her arms and heating her up even more. How the heck did he manage to pull off laid-back and sensual at the same time?

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Mello & June, It's a Book Thang! - Excerpt

“So, you claim you’re not a phone thrower or a kisser. What kind of girl are you?” His arm remained around her waist as they walked down the gravel road toward her apartment.

She shrugged. “I’m not really sure. That’s kind of why I took the summer off. To find out.”

Inside the Mind of an Avid Reader - Review

"Sunsets at Seaside by Addison Cole is the 4th book in the Sweet with Heat Seaside Summer Series. Jessica and Jamie are such a sweet loving couple. I adored them from the beginning. It was one of those love at first sight things. The immediately fell for each other and I immediately fell for them. . . . This is the second book I have read in the series and I absolutely can not wait to read more."

My Devotional Thoughts - Review

"I won’t ruin the story for you, but this is typical romantic fare with the masterful writing of Addison Cole. It is very easy to see why her books are so well-received. She writes with passion and description that often makes things a bit hot and heavy.. . . . this is a romance novel that I definitely recommend to those who want to disappear into a romantic story with passion, humor, and relatable characters."

underneath the covers - Excerpt

Jamie shook his head. “Vera is going to love you, and I have a feeling I’m going to be left in the dust tomorrow. Maybe I need to rethink my position on this date.”

Her mouth went dry, and she dropped her eyes.

With their hands still entwined, he used his finger to lift her chin and gazed into her eyes. He leaned down and kissed away all the worry that had coiled in her belly.

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Sunsets at Seaside (Sweet with Heat: Seaside Summers #4) by Addison Cole Sweet Contemporary Romance

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August 23rd 2017 Sweet with Heat: Seaside Summers features a group of fun, flirty, and emotional friends who gather each summer at their Cape Cod cottages. They’re sassy, flawed, and so easy to relate to, you’ll be begging to enter their circle of friends! Sunsets at Seaside by Addison Cole is the sweet edition of New York Times bestselling author Melissa Foster's steamy romance novel Seaside Sunsets. The stories and characters remain the same, and convey all of the passion you expect between two people in love, without any explicit scenes or harsh language. In SUNSETS at SEASIDE… Jessica Ayers has lived a sheltered life with little more than cello lessons and practices taking up her day. Now a member of the Boston Symphony Orchestra, she escapes the prim and proper symphony to vacation in the Seaside community in Wellfleet, Massachusetts, to determine if she is living life to the fullest or missing it altogether. For the first time since developing the second largest search engine in the world, billionaire Jamie Reed is taking the summer off. He plans to work from the Cape and spend time with his elderly grandmother—and falling in love is not in his plans. From the moment Jamie and Jessica meet, the attraction is white-hot. Once-overly-focused Jamie can think of little else than sweet, smart, and alluring Jessica, and Jessica discovers a side of herself she never knew existed. But when Jamie’s business encounters trouble and his attorney and best friend intervenes, he proves that the brown-haired beauty is too distracting for Jamie. To make matters worse, it appears that Jessica might not be who she says she is, turning Jamie’s life—and his heart—upside down. In a world where personal information is always one click away, Jamie must decide if he should trust his heart or watch the woman he loves walk away. SWEET WITH HEAT: SEASIDE SUMMERS SERIES Read, Write, Love at Seaside Dreaming at Seaside Hearts at Seaside Sunsets at Seaside Coming soon! Secrets at Seaside (releasing October 25th) Nights at Seaside (releasing December 13th) Seized by Love at Seaside Embraced at Seaside Lovers at Seaside Whispers at Seaside

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Addison Cole is the sweet alter ego of New York Times and USA Today bestselling and award-winning author Melissa Foster. She writes humorous and emotional sweet contemporary romance. Her books do not include explicit sex scenes or harsh language. Addison spends her summers on Cape Cod, where she dreams up wonderful love stories in her house overlooking Cape Cod Bay.

Addison enjoys discussing her books with book clubs and reader groups and welcomes an invitation to your event.

Addison’s books are available in paperback, digital, and audio formats.

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