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Sitting Down with B. W. Morris, Author of the Six Pack Series

TAF: Pull up a chair. Let’s break the ice shall we? If you were stuck in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and you had three people to help you fight of the zombie horde, who would they be?

BWM: Well, that depends on if we are talking about real-life people or fictional characters!

If it’s real-life people, I’d start with my sister because she is smart and would figure something out. Then I’d add a coach I once knew named Eloy Brazil because he is good at analyzing what other teams do well and figure the best methods to counter that. Finally, I’d take a friend of mine from college named Tom Smith because I’m sure he’d find it pretty cool to take on zombies.

If we’re talking about fictional characters, then you need to have John Constantine, Sara Lance (aka the White Canary) and Oliver Queen (aka the Green Arrow), because you’d have three people who are very good at kicking butt in their own ways!

TAF: Loving the fictional take and you have some great choices there. Okay now that we know how you intend to survive the apocalypse, tell us a little more about you for my readers that haven’t yet had the privileged to curl up with your books! If you could ask your readers one question, what would it be?

BWM: I’d simply ask them if they find my characters relatable. That’s the most important part to making a book work.

TAF: Have you ever Googled yourself?

BWM: A number of times, actually – and by my author name and my real name. When it comes to my real name, there’s a lot of people who share it!

TAF: What book is currently on your nightstand?

BWM: Runaways by Christopher Golden – and that’s the most recent one. I’m always reading before I go to bed, so there will always be a book on my nightstand.

TAF: Do you see yourself in any of your characters?

BWM: In quite a few of them because I add a little bit of my own personality into most of my characters. Tyler has my intelligence but a hesitancy to take on a leadership role, Jessica has my occasional stubbornness, Stacy has my “keep a positive outlook” vibe, Brad has my skepticism, David is shy (like I am) and Linda is impulsive (like I am once in a while).

TAF: Do you listen to music while writing?

BWM: No. I get too distracted by singing along to the words!

TAF: What are your favorite hobbies?

BWM: Creative writing is one of them – in fact, I’ve started my own take on the CW Arrowverse on my blog. I also enjoy collecting football cards. And I watch a lot of DVDs and Blu-Rays – I’ve found it’s a good way to study characters and themes in more depth.

TAF: If you could be one of your characters, who would you chose?

BWM: I’d probably be Tyler because it would be cool to be able to read minds.

TAF: If I were to buy you a book for your birthday or just because I am such total awesomeness, what genre would I need to scour?

BWM: Science fiction tops the list, though I do find a good mystery appealing.

TAF:  If you are writing, what is your genre preference? Is there a specific appeal to it? 

BWM: I find young adult the most interesting because I enjoy exploring the challenges that teens and younger people face.

TAF: Do you have a favorite book or movie?

BWM: My favorite book would be The Outsiders. My favorite movie would be The Avengers.

TAF: The Outsiders definitely ranks among my favorites as well! In closing, tell us a bit about your latest release (& share a yummy excerpt for those who aren’t yet familiar with your work)

BWM: Well, I have two books to promote, one that’s been released and one that will be released later this year. So I’ll share teasers for both and an excerpt from the second one.

SIX PACK: EMERGENCE – Available now on Kindle Unlimited.

Just weeks before Tyler Ward is to graduate from secondary school, he learns the truth about Novusordo and how a drink controls the population. After sharing this information with his five friends, they visit a professor’s house, take another drink and gain strange powers. It leads to them learning more about how the government controls people and the discovery of a movement against the government. Calling themselves the Six Pack, Tyler and his friends must learn how their powers can change society. But they first must learn to trust this movement… and even each other.

 SIX PACK: GYRATION – To be released May 22, 2018.

Months after the Six Pack has fled City 37N104W, Tyler Ward wonders how much longer the Underground Network can afford to wait to make its next move against the Novusordo government. The disappearance of five more students from Monroe Secondary School pushes his desire to take action. And when he learns that Professor Roger Woods may be in trouble, Tyler is convinced he and the Six Pack must take matters into their own hands, even if it means defying the Network. But actions have consequences, and the decisions Tyler and his friends make will impact everyone they encounter -- including themselves.

 Excerpt:

Tyler shook his head. He wanted to believe Diane. But though her voice remained steady, her eyes moved just enough to suggest something bothered her. How he wanted to read her mind, but he respected her too much to do that. “So what else aren’t you telling me?”

She didn’t answer.

“What is it?” Tyler asked.

She shifted position again. “All right, it’s only fair you know. The professor and I are a couple.”

“You two are dating?”

“Yes, that’s how I became involved with the Network.”

Tyler frowned. “I thought the government determined who could get together.”

“Not those in elite positions, such as the professor and myself.”

“Okay. So why wouldn’t you want to do something to help him?

Diane held up her hand. “He and I came to an understanding about things.”

He shook his head again. “You and he may have done that, but I haven’t. How can you stay here while he’s down there at Monroe, in who knows what situation—that is, if you already know and don’t want to tell me.”

She took another deep breath, as if she didn’t want to raise her voice. “And as we have told you—I have told you—several times before that it’s too risky for the professor to leave. As much as I care for him, I’m not going to put him in danger.”

“But he’s in danger right now, isn’t he?” Tyler gestured with his hands. “Five students disappear, so does Mr. Walls, and the professor could be next if we don’t take action.”

“And you could be in trouble if you go down there,” Diane said. “The professor does not want anything to happen to you.”

“And I don’t want anything to happen to the professor. Do you?”

Diane cupped her hands and pressed them against her chin. She didn’t seem to know what to say. Tyler had a stray thought, that he wasn’t being fair to her or the Network. But all he could think about was doing something to help Roger.

“I mean, how has the Network handled things for the past, what is it, seventy-five years or so?” Tyler stood up. “I’m sorry, but if there’s going to be change—real change—then we need to take action.” He spun away from her.

She leaned forward. “Tyler, wait…”

But he opened the door and marched out. He strode down the hallway, eyes straight ahead. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so harsh with Diane. But it hurt him, knowing that she cared for Roger, but didn’t feel compelled to help him. How could she leave him behind like that?

He approached the lounge and almost ran into Jennifer Blake. Great, she was the last person he wanted to be around.

“Hey, slow down,” she said.

“What do you care?” He brushed past her, but felt a tug on his arm.

“Mind, I need you to listen to me.”

She pulled him away from the door and toward the opposite wall. When she released her grasp, he stumbled and stared hard at her. What was her problem, anyway?

“They told me you could be a great leader,” she said. “I want to believe that, but the way you’re acting makes that difficult.”

“What is it with you?” He threw up his hands. “All I hear from you is criticism.”

“I’m trying to keep you from becoming what I once was.”

He blinked. “What are you talking about?”

She leaned against the wall. “When I was twenty-one years old, my mother died. Publicly, they said she had food poisoning. But I learned that the government arranged for poison to be slipped into her meal because she was too critical of the government.”

She pushed back her hair. “I remember how angry I felt. I wanted to get at the government so badly. Make them pay for it. I wanted to hurt them, hurt the president, the way they hurt me. But then I met James Harrison. He calmed me down, made me realize that if I did anything rash, I could make things worse. And he told me about the Network.”

She crossed her legs. “My mother kept a diary on her tablet. The last entry she wrote was that patience can be a difficult thing to learn, but when you learn it, you find it will serve you well. She also wrote that, while she hoped for Novusordo to change in her lifetime, if she could inspire others to push for that change, she’d know she’d done well.”

Tyler wanted to say something, but she held up her hand. “What stood out the most was she believed that change could happen if you gave it time. Be persuasive, difficult as it may be. It’s the best way to ensure you don’t lose much. Because in the past, when people tried to change things, they became aggressive, resorted to violent measures, used tactics that did more harm than good. Those tactics are what led to the rise of Novusordo. So if change is going to come, it has to come the right way. Through persuasion, not violence.”

Tyler’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t doubt she told the truth. But the tone of her voice sounded like a scold. That he didn’t appreciate. It made him harder to accept that she might be right about being patient. “Why didn’t you tell us this when we all first met?” he asked.

“I wasn’t sure about the six of you.” She relaxed her posture. “I heard about the things you did, and wondered if having such power was a good thing, especially somebody your age. I wanted to see firsthand what you were all about.”

“So you don’t trust us?

She shook her head. “No, it’s that I wasn’t sure if the things you could do were the best way to bring that change. I’m not convinced yet, but the patience your friends are showing, at least from what I’ve observed, give me reason to believe. But it’s not only about that. It’s about understanding what you are up against and what happened before, about not repeating those mistakes.”

She locked eyes with him. “And believe me, Mind, there is a lot you need to understand.”

Tyler’s gaze hardened. He wanted to sympathize with her. But here was somebody like Arnold Walls, who thought that teens couldn’t handle this situation. That they were too young, too inexperienced, too reckless. Arnold rubbed him the wrong way, just like Jennifer.

But it didn’t matter. Arnold was in trouble, too. He may not like him, but he’d never turn his back on him if he might be in trouble, if the government came after him. Jennifer was no different. The government had no right to target anybody for death, whether he liked the person or not.

He thought about responding, but she raised her finger and spoke. “I don’t want you to dwell on how much you want to change things. Believe me, the more I dwelled on it, the worse I felt. Now, I haven’t given up on changing things, but I understand it comes with time and with patience, not violence. You need to understand that.”

She lowered her hand. He sighed but couldn’t deny she had a point. After all, he never wanted to hurt anybody when he used his powers. Still, he couldn’t help it. Something bothered him, that there was more to things than she let on. And he had to be sure of that. Though he may have promised he wouldn’t pry into the minds of those he respected, this was different. Even after everything she told him, she hadn’t earned his respect.

“All right, fine.” He extended her hand, acting like he wanted to make amends. “I’m sorry.”

She sized him up. He tried not to give away what he was thinking. After a moment, she took his hand.

That’s when Tyler focused on her. He kept it for a few seconds and heard enough to confirm his suspicions.

Professor Woods is in trouble.

She released his hand. “You should go join your friends.”

“I will.”

She turned and walked down the hallway. He entered the lounge. He knew what needed to be done, what he had to tell his friends. The Six Pack had to return to City 37N104W.

  About the Author:

B.W. Morris is a longtime writer for small-town newspapers who put his inner comic book geek to work through writing novels. Born in Texas but grew up in Colorado, he has lived in New Mexico, Oklahoma and currently resides in Kingman, Kan. Greg Weisman, Suzanne Collins, Stan Lee, George Orwell and Conor Friedersdorf all influenced his writing. Morris is a fan of the Young Justice animated series, the Arrowverse shows on the CW Network, the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the Star Wars films and more graphic novels than he can keep track. You can learn more about his love for science fiction at his blog, relaxingwithsixpack.blogspot.com.

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Getting to Know Lauren Dawes!

A little secret for all you readers out there…I’m a bit of an Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance Fan. So because of that, I have been looking forward to having Lauren Dawes here with us today! She is the author of the Helheim Wolf Pack series and the Dark Trilogy. Please join me as we get to know a little more about Lauren! 

TAF: Pull up a chair. Let’s break the ice shall we? A little birdie told me you are a fan of The Walking Dead. So, if you were stuck in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and you had three people to help you fight of the zombie horde, who would they be?

LD: That’s easy – Daryl Dixon for one. He is badass with that crossbow! I’d love to have Celaena Sardothien from Sarah J. Maas’ Throne Of Glass Series. Lastly, I’d have Anita Blake from Laurell K. Hamilton’s Vampire Hunter series. Both those ladies are killer with a blade and a gun… Is it weird I only chose fictional heroes?

TAF: Not a time all, especially since you included two of my favs! Okay now that we know how you intend to survive the apocalypse, tell us a little more about you for my readers that haven’t yet had the privileged to curl up in bed with you – I meant your books!

TAF: If you could ask your readers one question, what would it be?

LD: What is it about my books that you like? (I’m always so curious about this one!)

TAF:. If you had the ability to visit any fictional place, what would it be? Why?

LD: I have a fascination with history and how people lived. I’d love to step back into Regency England – particularly into the world of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. I love the manners and the formality of it all.

TAF: The last book you’ve read?

LD: As of right now, the last book I read was “To New Beginnings” by Corinne Mazille. It was a short, sweet romance and a nice change from my usual urban fantasy blood and gore. Sometimes I find it good to kind of ‘cleanse my palate’ of darker themes. Know what I mean?

TAF: Have you ever Googled yourself?

LD: I have! Mostly because there’s another Lauren Dawes out there who is a singer here in Australia! Weird, huh? 

TAF: What book is currently on your nightstand?

LD: The next title on my Kindle is one of Sawyer Bennett’s Wicked Horse series. It’s book 3 in the series, and I just consumed the other 2 so quickly. Bennett is one of my fav romance writers. This series is a little steamier than I normally read, but I’ve been enjoying the characters and their development, their chemistry. I also have a Larissa Ione book there! #everyoneneedsavampire

TAF: Which character do you most relate to - or like the most?

LD: Of my characters, I’ve always had a soft spot for Brax. He’s a complex character, and is often only taken at face value. He’s a bit of an onion though – if you peel the layers away, you’ll see he’s smart and loyal and fiercely protective. He’s an alpha male in his own way, hiding behind a cocky smile and a quick joke. 

TAF: Do you listen to music while writing?

LD: Always. I find my taste in music dictates the kind of writing I do. If I’m writing a sweeter sex scene, I find myself listening to Keith Urban and Lady Antebellum. If I’m writing a fight scene, something heavier like Seether usually keeps me in that ‘angry’ zone.

TAF: What are your favorite hobbies?

LD: Before I broke my ankle and ruptured the tendon in my foot, I was an avid kick-boxer! Before I got pregnant, I was heavily into military-style PT sessions too. Now I stick to less aggravating past times like Pilates. I do enjoy reading when I get the chance, and I also enjoy creating digital art. That’s a great way for me to stay creative even if I’m not writing. 

TAF: What are your guilty pleasures?

LD: Chocolate! Argh, it’s my kryptonite. If I’m desperate, I have been known to grab a spoon and thoe jar of Nutella. I also love potato chips even though they’re so bad for you :/ 

TAF: If I were to buy you a book for your birthday or just because I am such total awesomeness, what genre would I need to scour?

LD: Honestly, I like a bit of everything! As long as it’s well-written, has a bit of humor and the characters are well-developed, I’m pretty sure I’ll read it. I guess the only thing that doesn’t really appeal to me is self-help books and biographies…

TAF: In closing, tell us a bit about your latest release (& share a yummy excerpt for those who aren’t yet familiar with your work)

LD: My latest release is “Half Bound” and it’s the fifth and final book in the Half Blood Series. This book has been about three years in the making, and I know a lot of people had been hanging out for it. Here’s a little excerpt to whet your appetites!

Excerpt-

Brax mentally wrapped a leash around his self-control, holding that motherfucker in a death grip. He was standing in Andrea’s bedroom having found the thing without the need for directions or a detailed map. All he’d had to do was follow his nose, that sugary sweet smell of caramel leading him and his dick to the right place. He was in over his fucking head. He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to scrub the dirty thoughts from his mind. He’d known the moment she’d made her way into the room. It wasn’t Ulf’s slight nod of acknowledgment that had tipped him off. It wasn’t even her caramel scent. It was his wolf. His wolf had sat at attention and the word mate had whispered through his mind.

He forced himself to focus on the task at hand.

Find her bags.

Grab her bags.

Get the fuck out of there.

But it wasn’t that easy. Now that he was there in her bedroom, he had this sick desire to look around, to inhale her scent from the pillow and bedsheets. Hell, he wanted to mark his goddamn territory. But once more, he tugged tightly on the choke chain and brought his self-control to heel. Sliding his hands through the two handles of her old-school suitcases, he bent at the knees and lifted. As he made his way back to the front entrance way, he paused when he heard voices coming from behind a closed door just to his right. He could hear the soft buzz of Ulf’s voice as he spoke to the alpha. Whatever. It wasn’t his business…right? He tried to listen a little harder, but movement at the top of the hallway caught his attention.

Andrea was standing there with her arms wrapped around her torso, hugging herself until her knuckles turned white. He would have thought she was afraid, except for the heat blasting off her body, the scent of caramel getting stronger by the second. 

Mate, Brax’s wolf said again, its coarse voice louder than before. 

He took a step toward her and her eyes widened. She sucked in a breath, pressing herself into the wall and looking away. It was almost as if she were trying to make herself smaller, to simply disappear.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he heard himself say, but his voice didn’t sound like his. It sounded gentle and reassuring, not the casual cockiness he usually projected. She looked back at him and his heart squeezed in his chest. She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen. Making a show of being as nonthreatening as possible, he lowered both of her bags to the ground and retreated a few feet. He walked back until the backs of his knees hit the edge of a chair and he sat down.

He watched her from where she was, noting the way she relaxed. Good. He didn’t want to upset her. He had no idea what her story was, but he would totally go all tween girl at a sleepover to find out if she was willing to share. He suddenly got a mental image of Andrea having a pillow fight wearing very little and he groaned. Subtly and, hopefully, unseen, he readjusted his erection pressing against the fly of his pants. 

God, he was such an asshole.

Feeling the need to fill in the blank space between them, he asked, “Your name is Andrea?”

Way to go, Jackass. You know her name is Andrea.

“I mean…ah, fuck,” he finished, shaking his head. “Sorry. I’m not usually like this.” He blew out a breath and slumped back into the chair. He’d blown it. 

Fucking. Dick.

“You can call me Drae,” she said softly. Brax looked at her just to make sure he’d heard her properly.

“Drae?” he repeated. She nodded and he smiled. 

LD: Thank you so much for having me!!

TAF: My pleasure!

About the Author:

Lauren Dawes is an urban fantasy/paranormal romance writer and the author of the Half Blood Trilogy and the Dark Series. She likes her vampires dangerous, her werewolves vicious and her Norse gods ruthless. 

When she’s not writing, she’s reading, hanging with her young daughter or designing book covers. She currently lives in Victoria, Australia.

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Website: www.authorlaurendawes.com

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Twitter: twitter.com/authorldawes

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 Books:

Helheim Wolf Pack Series

Half Blood

Half Truths

Half Life

Half Cast

Half Bound

 Dark Trilogy

Dark Deceit

Dark Desire

Dark Devotion

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Bound by Deception Book Blitz!

Bound by Deception Trish McCallan Publication date: March 2nd 2018 Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

He broke her heart. She twisted his mind. But in this game of love, nothing is quite as it seems…

Rebecca’s life is haunted by unexpected tragedies. Her lover left her when she least expected it, and her mother’s suicide took everybody by surprise. But when a recent inheritance reveals a secret, Rebecca discovers her mother’s death was actually a cold-blooded murder…

Dante “Rio” Addario swore off his irresistible ex and her web of lies 12 years ago. But the former Navy SEAL turned police detective can’t ignore Becca’s plea to re-open an old case. As he and his ex team up, they discover missing evidence, tight-lipped detectives, and the conspiracy that tore them apart over a decade ago…

With everything they believed thrown into chaos, Rio and Becca can’t ignore their reawakened desire. But if they don’t solve the case soon, the real killer may just finish the job and their love story…

Bound by Deception is the pulse-pounding third book in the Bound By series of romantic suspense novels. If you like simmering chemistry, chilling mysteries, and second chances, then you’ll love Trish McCallan’s twisty tale.

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EXCERPT:

Rio pushed back his desk chair, and stretched his tight shoulders and back. Hunched over that desk all day played hell with his muscles. “Who’s on the jacket?”

“Rachel Blaine. You gonna check into it? The daughter is waiting in the lobby.”

Rachel Blaine…Blaine…

Becca’s last name had been Blaine…and her mother had committed suicide… could it be… He did the math. Becca had been living with Adam’s family for four years by that summer twelve years ago, which would put her mother’s death around sixteen years ago.

So yeah, this could be her mother’s case.

“What’s the name of the daughter?” Rio forced a casual tone.

“Rebecca Blaine. From Olympia. She says she found her mother’s diary and from the entries, there’s no way the woman killed herself.”

So, it was Becca. And she was right around the corner and down the hall.

Rio sat perfectly still, his pulse and breathing accelerating as an exotic face with dark, slightly titled eyes took shape in his mind. A flash fire of heat hit his blood, rippling out through his muscles, which infuriated him. Damnit, he was not still hung up on the woman. That entire fuck up had happened twelve years ago. He’d shaken that itch way before he’d left SEAL Team 7, and joined the San Diego Police department.

This jolt to his nervous system was curiosity, that’s all. At one point, back in his twenties, Becca Blaine had been an obsession, a craving that had fucked with his head. It was natural to wonder how the years had treated her.

It was also natural, considering what a little troublemaker she’d been, for suspicion to rise. What was she up to? Knowing Becca, there had to be some deeper manipulation at work.

Author Bio:

Trish McCallan was born in Eugene, Oregon, and grew up in Washington State, where she began crafting stories at an early age. Her first books were illustrated in crayon, bound with red yarn, and sold for a nickel at her lemonade stand. Trish grew up to earn a bachelor’s degree in English literature with a concentration in creative writing from Western Washington University, taking jobs as a bookkeeper and human- resource specialist before finally quitting her day job to write full time.

Forged in Fire, the first book in her Red Hot SEALs series, came about after a marathon reading session, and a bottle of Nyquil that sparked a vivid dream. She lives today in eastern Washington. An avid animal lover, she currently shares her home with four golden retrievers, a black lab mix and two cats.

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Meet Marika Ray!

TAF: Pull up a chair. Let’s break the ice shall we? Knowing that you have a love of the beach, let’s pretend that you are in a Jaws or Shallows type situation. You have to choose three people to help you fight off and survive the shark attack. A lifeguard, a paramedic, and a friend. Who would they be and why?

 MR: First of all, I would absolutely want my husband there. He’s so good at spotting things far out in the distance. Like he’s got some crazy bionic eye or something! And he used to be a lifeguard back in high school, so I’d definitely want him in this scenario as a lifeguard. For my friend, I’d want my girl Amanda. She’s pretty level headed and a ride-or-die kind of girl. She even swiped a huge bug out of my eye one time while hiking so I know she’d pull through in case of any shark drama. For the paramedic, I’d choose my grandfather. I know what you’re thinking: how’s a 97-year-old guy gonna help?? Well, you said pretend, so that’s what I’m doing! That man is the most multi-talented guy I know. He was in battle during WWII, he worked construction, he cooks, he reupholsters furniture, he even sewed tiny flowers onto my veil for my wedding. If a shark took a bite out of me, my grandpa is the man to put me back together.

 TAF: Okay now that we know how you intend to survive every beach lover’s nightmare, tell us a little more about you for my readers that haven’t yet had the privileged to curl up with one of your books!

           MR: My first book just came out on February 22, 2018, so I’m sure most of your readers haven’t heard about me yet! So…hi!! I’m a little awkward, but I own it, dammit! I am a Jill-of-all-trades. I’ve worked in physical therapy, special interest lobbying, internet start-ups, finance, owned my own business, and I love to write. Basically, once I get turned onto something, I dive in. Like, waaaay deep. If I have no interest, I can’t be bothered. I love learning new things and am ridiculously positive by nature. I feel calm and centered at the beach and I grew up in southern California, so the Beach Squad series is close to my heart. I’m a coffee addict and I love snuggling with my daughter. And lastly, I have a ton of stories floating around in my head that I can’t wait to get on paper!

 TAF: Have you ever Googled yourself?

           MR: I’ve googled my real name and there are some crazy pictures that show up…one of the reasons why I love writing with a pseudonym. lol

 TAF: Do you have an evil day job or do you write full time?

 MR: I have a part-time day job that I actually love. Not quite as much as writing though. I’m blessed to be doing exactly what I love to do.

 TAF: Do you see yourself in any of your characters?

           MR: Esa, in Sweet Dreams, has a habit of mixing up her phrases. That character trait was             totally written from first-hand experience! I mix my phrases up constantly…it’s bad…

 TAF: Do you listen to music while writing?

           MR: Yes, I usually have some easy listening top 40 type music in the background. Not loud enough that I can make out lyrics though as that derails my brain. I also diffuse oils on my desk. I basically try to create a really cozy experience so I continue to always love writing.

 TAF: What are your favorite hobbies?

           MR: Don’t unfriend me over this, but I love to workout!! I love the mental release of sweating and listening to loud music while I move my body. That doesn’t mean I’m a skinny little thing…’cause I also equally love to eat! lol Other hobbies are surfing (which I learned how to do at the ripe ol’ age of 38), reading (been a fan of books since I read Little House on the Prairie) and trying new recipes.

 TAF: What are your guilty pleasures?

 MR: Definitely chocolate and romance books, the spicier the better! The books, not the chocolate…

 TAF: If you could be one of your characters, who would you chose?

           MR: I definitely would love to be Bailey, Esa’s best friend! She is so sassy and doesn’t put up with shit from             anybody. I was always a bit shy and could have used some backbone in my younger years. It would be fun to live as her for a bit where you just say what you’re thinking, and everybody still loves you.

 TAF: If I were to buy you a book for your birthday or just because I am such total awesomeness, what genre would I need to scour?

           MR: Romance is my first choice, of course! But I also secretly love YA. I love all the angst and firsts and finding your power drama….it’s nice to read about it, knowing I’m well beyond that point in my own life! lol I also enjoy suspense and I have a few ideas of my own for some twisty suspenseful reads in the future.

 TAF: State a random fact about yourself that would surprise your readers.

           MR: I grew up in a religion that’s now been officially labeled a cult. Being graphic with sex scenes in my books has been a liberating experience, as that was totally taboo to talk about growing up.

 TAF: In closing, tell us a bit about your latest release (& share a yummy excerpt for those who aren’t yet familiar with your work)

 MR: My latest and first release is Sweet Dreams, a stand-alone novel in the Beach Squad Series. It’s about a lifeguard and his fearless lady, Esa. Her story shows you what a strong woman she is, yet she still has fears like we all do. In this book, she faces a stalker and she faces herself, seeing if she can open up and let love back into her heart after it’s been broken.

Excerpt

Here’s an excerpt from Chapter 6, before they’ve become an official couple.

 I was just pulling my pjs on when Ivan knocked softly on the door. "Are you decent?" he called before stepping into the room.

"Just barely!" I said while my stomach went mushy. This felt intimate somehow. Wearing our pjs, talking in my bedroom. Like we were playing house together. I was nervous, but in a good way.

"Damn, I missed the show.” He teased me with a half-smile, half-leer. "Turn around so I can change too. Or you can watch, it doesn't bother me."

"Ivan!" I said, flushing red. I turned around and heard clothes rustling as he changed pants. I walked toward my bed and climbed up on the quilt and sat down facing him, sinking a few inches into the pillows.

 The red in my cheeks didn't go anywhere as I got to check him out with pajama pants hung low on his hips. His feet were bare and thank the Lord, he had nice looking boy feet. Feet weren't attractive most of the time and so many guys had nasty feet. Total deal killer. But not Ivan.

My eyes drifted back up, and I saw the sexy, male muscle bumps on either side of his hip bones. I think Abercrombie made them famous a decade or two ago. It's like they were arrows leading to the treasure. I could literally feel my lips burning as I thought about getting my mouth on them. Five years without a hint of a sex drive and I'd gone from zero to sixty in one date. I would have to turn on the ceiling fan to cool it off in here.

And then I took in the abs, and the pecs, and the biceps. All tan, all bumpy with muscle, a few strategically placed veins in all the right places. A faint scattering of dark blond chest hair tapered into a subtle happy trail, disappearing into his pants. Good God. My face burned even brighter and my eyes glazed over. That man was straight up lethal and I wasn't sure I could handle it. I mean, he was a California beach lifeguard. They made a TV show out of hottie lifeguards! He had to stay in shape for his job, he had women drooling over him all day, he took action in dangerous situations. And now he was in my bedroom, half dressed and looking at me with hooded eyes, taking in my pajama-clad self in bed.

He walked toward me and I swear it was more of a prowl than a walk. Not much to do but try to take it all in and burn it to memory. I could have jumped up and moved us to the living room, but the sexy side of me that literally just woke up from its long slumber wouldn't let me. I was frozen in place and I think Ivan knew it.

He reached the side of the bed. He lifted one leg, climbed up, and sat criss-cross-applesauce in front of me, knees touching mine. I could feel his heat and I was drawn to it, just like his familiar scent that surrounded me with him this close. He leaned in and touched his lips to my cheek. "Relax, Esa," he whispered against my cheek.

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Marika Ray spends her time behind a computer crafting stories, walking the beaches of Southern California scoping out the lifeguards, and making healthy food for her kids and husband whether they like it or not. Prior to writing novels, Marika held various jobs in the finance industry, with private start-up companies, and then in health & fitness. Cats may have nine lives, but Marika believes everyone should have nine careers to keep things spicy. But definitely no cats, because she’s allergic to them.

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Fire and Bone Blitz!

Fire and Bone Rachel A. Marks (Otherborn #1) Publication date: February 20th 2018 Genres: Urban Fantasy, Young Adult

“Gossip Girl meets Percy Jackson in the glitz and grit of L.A….”

In Hollywood’s underworld of demigods, druids, and ancient bonds, one girl has a dangerous future.

Sage is eighteen, down on her luck, and struggling to survive on the streets of Los Angeles. Everything changes the night she’s invited to a party—one that turns out to be a trap.

Thrust into a magical world hidden within the City of Angels, Sage discovers that she’s the daughter of a Celtic goddess, with powers that are only in their infancy. Now that she is of age, she’s asked to pledge her service to one of the five deities, all keen on winning her favor by any means possible. She has to admit that she’s tempted—especially when this new life comes with spells, Hollywood glam, and a bodyguard with secrets of his own. Not to mention a prince whose proposal could boost her rank in the Otherworld.

As loyalties shift, and as the two men vie for her attention, Sage tries to figure out who to trust in a realm she doesn’t understand. One thing’s for sure: the trap she’s in has bigger claws than she thought. And it’s going to take a lot more than magic for this Celtic demigoddess to make it out alive.

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LILY

I try to hide my shivering as I wait before the altar, in my position as the Bonding begins. Around me, shadows dance over the cairn walls from the restless flames licking up the ram’s body—the sacrifice on the pyre behind me—and the smell of sweat and burnt flesh smother the smoky air.

The King of Ravens paints an alarming image, standing almost naked across from me on the other side of the blood circle. He wears the corona radiata, the golden laurel-leafed crown, on his head of onyx hair. His short beard is neatly trimmed, combed with lavender oil for the ceremony. His sharp silver eyes study me beneath a heavy brow.

I try not to think about the past. Or future. I try not to think about what those hard hands will feel like on my skin when he seals this Bond.

I study the stone floor rather than look in those metallic eyes. I feel them on me, though, the same way they have been for the fortnight I’ve been here preparing for the ceremony. He hasn’t touched me; he’s only brought me gifts and insisted I sit with him beside the greatfire in the evening before he goes out for his hunt. Sometimes I smell him in the hallway outside my rooms. But he never comes in, thank the goddess. The scent of blood is heavy on him in those moments. I’m not sure what I would’ve done if he’d attempted anything.

After this is done, it won’t matter. My bed will be his. As will my life.

A druid walks back and forth behind me, tossing rosemary and lavender onto the pyre after each stanza of his spell. He calls to the wind from the east, he calls to the waters in the west, and he pulls the spirit of flame and earth into the cairn with us, asking the Penta to approve the Bond set to be made between the two most powerful Houses, as he pleads for a blessing from our mothers, Brighid and Morrígan, and thanks the Cast for their permission to seal the Bond between the two very different powers.

A female druid comes to my side with bowl and brush, beginning to paint my skin in blue woad, tracing patterns of knots and runes across my back, then baring my chest and continuing.

The king’s gaze follows the woman’s strokes, and when she’s finished, he raises his chin at me in approval but says nothing. What does he see when he looks at me? My wild copper hair? My simple features? The awkward birthmark just above my heart? I’m round of cheek and hips and not much of a beauty. But however I look to him, I will belong to him.

Determination is set in hard lines on his face, and I wonder if the torque on his neck is working properly. I can see his dark energy lifting in silver and black curls over his shoulders now. It should be tight inside his skin, as mine is. The iron shackle should be holding it in place so that we don’t harm each other in the first merging, before we can get used to the feel of each other’s powers.

The female druid moves to the king next and begins painting the woad in circles over his torso. The druid chanting behind me recites the final section of his spell, walking the ram’s-blood circle painted on the floor. He holds a rowan stick aloft, flicking rosewater over the king and then me as he passes by, mumbling, “A price paid, a covenant sealed, in earth and blood and ash, in spirit and flesh and fire.”

The price is my will, my soul, in payment for the life of the human prince that I took.

In the center of the circle, between the king and me, is an altar with two bowls set atop, one full of salt, one full of rye.

The iron union dagger rests between them.

I stare at it, imagining the blade cutting into my flesh. And I can’t help when my gaze moves to the king. I want to blink and make this moment a dream, perhaps find myself in the thicket with Lailoken, among the bluebells in the Caledonian wood.

I should run from this son of Morrígan, deny him, deny our mothers, and let the world burn. But my heart twists at the thought. I was running from duty when fate took my heart from me, when the prince succumbed to my fire’s will. It was the childish notion of freedom that tore him from me.

Now it’s time to accept my punishment for allowing the humans to glimpse our world. Time to atone.

The druid’s voice fills the room again. “When moon gives birth to stars,” he says, in a droning hum, flicking more rosewater over us with the rowan stick, “let this Bond be sealed in blood.”

My skin prickles with fear as the king takes the cue, reaching out to pick up the ceremonial dagger by the leather-wrapped hilt. I focus on not moving, not making a sound, as I watch him bring the blade to his chest, tip pricking his left breast. A drop of crimson pearls up at the spot.

With a slow hiss of breath, he cuts across.

Dark blood slides down his abdomen in a thick swath of red. “My blood with yours,” he says. And he turns the knife, holding out the hilt for me.

My hands clench into fists at my side, and I force my shaking limbs to still.

I breathe in slowly again. Then I reach out, taking the ceremonial dagger from him, careful not to touch his fingers.

I pretend not to care about the cage I’m about to be locked in. About the pain in my soul from loss, from the goddess Brighid abandoning me to this darkness, pain from the reality of everything in front of me.

I press the tip of the blade to the center of my chest, the point breaking the skin. I look into the silver eyes of the king in front of me. And consider my fate.

One deep plunge to the heart and the pain will end. One plunge.

One.

Author Bio:

Rachel A. Marks is a cancer survivor, a writer and artist, a surfer and dirt-bike rider, chocolate lover and keeper of faerie secrets. Her four kids and amazing hubby put up with her nerdiness with tremendous grace, even when she makes them watch Buffy or Smallville re-runs for days on end. She was voted: Most Likely To Survive A Zombie Apocalypse, but hopes she'll never have to test the theory.

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Love on a Battlefield Blitz!

Love on a Battlefield Posy Roberts Publication date: February 20th 2018 Genres: Adult, LGBTQ+, Romance

Not every compass points north.

Andrew Summers is forced to spend his vacations reliving Civil War battles with his father. He hates every minute, until a blue-eyed, red-haired boy behind enemy lines catches his eye.

Shep Wells would much rather travel the world than play at boring war reenactments. He never dreamed a Texan boy would capture his heart.

Real life and years separate them; Andrew is forced onto real battlefields, but for Shep the world is a playground. They’re opposites, but writing letters closes the distance, uncovering their hopes and dreams. When Shep visits Andrew, they get to see if the tug they’ve felt for years is the compass pointing the way home.

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My father started taking me to Civil War reenactments long before I understood the politics of the war and its moral implications. I was introduced to the tradition before I knew what any war was truly about.

It wasn’t until I was sixteen that I was allowed to carry a weapon and shoot it myself. The physicality of battle was exciting. Hand-to-hand combat when munitions were spent was better than football any day.

But there were strict rules my dad implemented that I didn’t enjoy. “If we’re going to do this,” Dad always said, “we’ll be as authentic as possible. We’ll do it right, unlike those people who think this is Summer Stock.”

I wasn’t allowed to socialize with the Yankees at all, so I hung out with the Confederate kids or sat around campfires listening to the adults shoot the shit. If school was in session, I’d bury myself in homework and often ended up helping some of the younger kids with their lessons. The guys my own age . . . Well, we had little in common. Some were intense, a few down-right scary with their racism so proudly displayed.

What I’d learned after hanging out with them for years was that they hated everyone who wasn’t like them.

I wasn’t like them, but I wasn’t about to let them know for fear they’d turn their hate on me.

For the last two years, I’d watched a Union kid who only came to a few of these events, not like most of the reenactors, who made this a way of life. When he showed up, he was the center of attention. Maybe because he was novel, but when he was there, he always drew my eye. It was obvious the other kids looked up to him, fawned all over him, really. I never got close enough to talk to him, to find out what made him so fascinating.

But I saw it from afar. He was strong yet graceful, with a mess of hair in a color I’d never seen outside of jewelry or pipe fittings. His smile was easily earned, and he seemed so . . . carefree. So unlike the overly serious and angry kids who surrounded me.

I’d watch the Union kids in their shorts and T-shirts laughing and having fun. I wanted to be a deserter. I wanted to go see what life was like on their side. It sure as hell looked like a lot more fun than what ended up feeling like a weekend prison sentence in a hot, scratchy suit.

I couldn’t stop myself from turning to him, staring at him. I’d watch him leap into the air to catch a wayward Frisbee or wrestle boys to the ground, then help them up, all with a bright smile on his face.

Last summer, he’d worn a wreath of daisies in his hair, walking around as if it was the most normal thing in the world. My ‘friends’ laughed at him and speculated about his sexuality. I joined the adults then, unwilling to spend any more time with the assholes. It brought me closer to the redhead too, so I made myself blend in with my surroundings and looked to my heart’s content.

I didn’t know his name. I never got the chance to find out, but if he was here this time, I was determined to discover it.

As we arrived Friday afternoon, I scanned the area for his hair but didn’t see him. After setting up camp, I followed my father out of our tent and joined the other men as they scoured maps and walked the battlefield to get a lay of the land. I turned down an invitation to hang out with the Rebel kids and instead listened to an expert on this particular battle drone on and on. Sitting there, sweating in my wool uniform under the scorching heat for hours, I had to get out from under the sun.

“I’m going to go fill up my canteen,” I whispered to my father.

“Stay hydrated.”

I gave him a quick nod, made my way past the tent filled with women and young girls quilting or spinning yarn, and found the metal water pump. I pushed down on the handle, trying to draw up the water, with little luck.

That’s when I saw him. He was in full Union dress, the buttons of his coat making the gold and red highlights in his hair appear metallic. He was unlike anyone else I’d ever seen.

He walked toward me with a wide smile. Sure of himself, but not cocky. More . . . careless. Utterly free.

“Want some help?” he asked. “I heard it’s hard to get this one started.”

I met his blue eyes, brilliant and wild like the sea. I was stunned into silence. He was even hotter up close, and suddenly I was unable to form words. I nodded my assent instead.

He wrapped his fingers around the metal handle and pushed down. It made a grating squeak that echoed, but the lever moved. He helped me push it down several times, hands sliding closer and closer with each pump until our fingers intertwined.

He laughed as water poured from the spout, and he bent down to taste the stream. The smell of iron surrounded us as I filled my canteen.

I watched him wet his hair, making it darker, which made his skin look extra pale. He was gorgeous, and the way the sun hit him right then, he looked like something out of a dream.

Stop being cheesy, I chided. So he’s hot. Don’t turn him into a fricking poem.

I replaced the cork, slung my bottle over my shoulder by the leather thong, smiled at him, and rejoined my father.

As we lined up on the battlefield the next day, I saw that shock of auburn hair straight across from me. Before I could make eye contact, the battle had begun, horses moving, gunfire blasting, and a few men already collapsing to the ground, probably playing out some real-life soldier’s tragic end.

I took out several Union soldiers with my fake munitions before I tripped over a rock. As I regained my footing and stood up, he was right in front of me.

I don’t recall if we gave each other a visual cue or if he said something, but we both decided to take a hit, bodies falling to the ground. We landed face-to-face, limbs sprawled out in opposite directions. My father was near, so I slammed my eyes shut, authenticating my death until I heard his voice move away with the continuing battle building.

When I dared open my eyes again, the Yankee soldier was staring at me, smiling and licking his lips. His jaw was strong, defined, dusted with stubble from who-knew-how-many-days growth, and it drew my attention to his chin and full lips. We lay there studying each other for several minutes, shamelessly staring, before he scooted closer.

Author Bio:

Posy Roberts started reading romance when she was young, sneaking peeks at adult books long before she should’ve. Textbooks eventually replaced the novels, and for years she existed without reading for fun. When she finally picked up a romance two decades later, it was like slipping on a soft hoodie . . . that didn’t quite fit like it used to. She wanted something more. She wanted to read about men falling in love with each other. She wanted to explore beyond the happily ever after and see characters navigate the unpredictability of life. So Posy sat down at her keyboard to write the books she wanted to read. Her stories have been USA Today’s Happily Ever After Must-Reads and Rainbow Award finalists. When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her family and friends and doing anything possible to get out of grocery shopping and cooking.

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Touch of Ice Release Blitz!

TOUCH OF ICE

Mary Auclair

Series: Dawn of Dragons Book 1 Genre: Paranormal Romance, Science Fiction Romance Publisher: Eclipse Press Publication Date: January 18, 2018

He is as cold as ice. She is the salvation that will melt his heart.

When Endora is faced with her daughter’s terminal illness, she takes the only chance she’s got. She braves the potential risks and signs a mating contract with the Delradon Draekon Lords, intent on using the payment to buy the aliens’ cure to save her daughter’s life.

Lord Aldric Darragon rules over his land with an iron fist until one day the only woman who is genetically compatible with him agrees to his offer of mating. As his all-consuming passion for Endora explodes, an ancient threat looms heavy over humans and Delradons alike. With the lives of everyone he cares about hanging in the balance, Aldric has to fight the demons of his past if he wants to defeat the enemies of the present.

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Snow fell with an unrelenting fury, blanketing the early evening with the smell of things cold and pure. Aldric watched as the air filled with the large snowflakes, lost in his thoughts.

Under his palm, Rhyl’s scales shivered with withheld excitement. The beast wanted to take to the skies at least as much as Aldric did. Soaring in the middle of a snowstorm was the only luxury Aldric awarded himself, the only time he allowed his own personal pleasure to come before his responsibilities as High Lord of Katanie. As long as the flight lasted, there was only the sky, him, Rhyl, and the connection between man and dragon that ran deeper than a cellular level.

Only he always had to come back.

The sound of a door opening made him turn and he stifled a growl of annoyance at the sight of Dalgo. His old friend’s face was set in familiar grim lines, and he walked briskly toward Rhyl and himself. Aldric was tempted to ignore his friend’s presence and fly away on his dragon, but as his gaze locked with Dalgo’s silver eyes, eyes he shared with every Draekon, something in them made him stay. It looked like it could be important enough to postpone his flight.

“Don’t tell me we had another disturbance on the northern border? I thought those thieves had been properly scared away.”

“What I have to tell you has nothing to do with some low-life human thieves.” Dalgo stopped walking and stared straight at Aldric. He never bothered with the proper greetings when they were alone. “But before I tell you, you have to promise to listen to everything I have to say before you make your decision.”

“What is it, then?” Aldric turned to face the large opening in the mountainside that was the dragon’s landing and departing strip. The open sky called to him, and his mood worsened at the knowledge he wouldn’t get to enjoy the freedom of the flight. When Dalgo didn’t answer, he turned back to stare at his friend. Dalgo’s eyes were determined but his mouth was closed. He seemed to be at a loss for words, something that never happened to Aldric’s usually loquacious captain of the guards.

Dalgo took a deep breath, then squared his shoulders.

“She came forward this afternoon at the Human Liaison Office in Helbon.”

“Who?” Aldric frowned, not bothering to hide his irritation. What woman could be worth wasting a perfect snowstorm like this?

“Her. Your match.”

Comprehension dawned and Aldric suddenly wished there were chairs to sit on near the landing strips. A flash of a young woman, laughing and flipping long, dark hair came to his mind. He was surprised at how vivid his memory was, how well he remembered her face. Those large, dark velvet brown eyes, those full lips stretched in an easy smile, that luscious body with a woman’s full curves. He remembered everything about her.

“Endora.” Aldric tasted her name on his lips. He hadn’t allowed himself to speak that name in a decade. “She accepted the offer?”

About Mary Auclair

Mary grew up in the quiet peace of a small rural village in the heart of Quebec, Canada.

She spent her childhood chasing butterflies and catching frogs, playing in the mud and generally being as unladylike as she could. Her love of science led her to complete a mechanical engineering degree at the Ecole Polytechnique of Montreal, where she met the love of her life.

Years later, as she enjoyed the role of full time mom to her two wonderful children, she decided to pursue her dream of becoming a writer.

She now write as much as her busy schedule allows to bring to life her inner world, filled with exotic planets, mysterious creatures and off course, hot, alpha heroes and the women who melt their hearts.

When she's not writing, she can be found in the garden, walking her dogs or playing with fire in her kitchen as a part time hit-or-miss chef.

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Meet Characters Joshua and Deborah from Prince of the Sun, Princess of the Moon

Good morning, everyone. Today, we will be interviewing Joshua and Deborah from the book Prince of the Sun, Princess of the Moon.

How are you today?

Joshua: Just fine, thanks.

Deborah: I’m good.

Okay, let’s get started. First off, what's your full name?

 J: Joshua Delango

D: Deborah Delango

What's your fav color?

 J: Yellow and gold . . . like the sun

D: Silver . . . like the moon

Do you have any secrets?

J: No . . . none at all.

D: *smirks* Joshua’s lying . . .

J: No, I’m not. Shut up, Deborah! How’d you like it if I told one of your secrets?

D: I didn’t say I didn’t have one, but at least I’m not lying about it.

You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.

J: I don’t want to answer.

D: I have a secret I don’t mind sharing. I can tell when people are lying. It looks like a mist coming out of their mouths. It’s pretty handy when people are trying to hide birthday presents from me.

J: *cracks a smile* It’s not easy to hide anything from her.

D: Yet, you all do it anyway *crosses her arms* No one tells me anything.

J: There, there, Deborah. *Joshua pats her head*

What's your favorite season?

J: Spring . . . because that’s when the days start getting long, and the sun shines stronger again

D: I’m the total opposite. I love winter because the nights are longer and the moon is stronger.

What are your hobbies?

J: I like playing kick ball . . . or I used to before the . . . um . . . never mind.  I’m too old for kickball now.

D: Hanging out with my friends; learning about the Princess of the Moon; shopping . . . though Desiree says the shopping is better in Ausen than it is in Telbod.

What is Ausen?

D: You don’t know Ausen?  It’s the capital of Eschelion. You know, our country . . . duh!

J: Don’t be rude, Deborah

What do you do when you are stressed?

J: I tend to take it out on Deborah . . . of course, she’s usually the one stressing me out, so . . .

D: That’s not true!

J: You’re always getting into trouble, and I have to bail you out!

D: I can handle it myself . . . sort of . . .

J: Anyway . . . if Deborah’s not around, I fiddle with my sunstone necklace. It’s here under my shirt.

D: When I’m stressed, I *averts her eyes* . . . I talk to Joshua; he usually knows what to do

J: Aw, really, Deborah?

D: *nods* You’re the smartest person I know . . . apart from Auntie Shielle.

J: Thanks.

Are you an early-riser or a late-sleeper?

J: Early-riser . . . I love the sun.

D: Um . . . I’m a night person.  The sun makes me sleepy, so . . . I guess I’m a late-sleeper.

Do you torture your younger siblings?

J: Of course not! I promised myself I’d never let anything happen to her.

D: I don’t have any younger siblings, but I like to mess with Joshua. *grins*

How old are you right this very moment?

J: 16

D: 12

If you were to fight each other, who would win?

J: I’d never fight my baby sister. But if I did, I’d win.

D: Yeah, right! I’d win. Joshua took fighting lessons, but he never wants to hurt anyone.  I don’t mind hurting people I’m fighting with. And I fight dirty.

J: That’s true.

One more question and then we’re done. What is your favorite movie, book, or show?

J: Let’s see . . . The Core is my favorite movie from your planet. I’ll admit it’s a cheesy mess, but I still love it.

As for television shows, I like any astronomy documentaries.

And for books . . . I haven’t read many books from your planet so unfortunately I can’t offer one you’d know of. But there’s a fantasy book on Geon called, Stephen and the Journey to the Sun. It’s a complete joke! I mean, everyone knows the sun isn’t really a gigantic ball of burning plasma. It cracks me up every time I read it.

D: As for me, my favorite movie is the Neverending Story—I just love the name the main character gave the Child-like Empress at the end.  Moon Child-- who wouldn’t like that name?

As for a show . . . eh, I’m not into TV so much.

And for my book, The City of Ember . . . it’s so haunting.

Well, thank you both for your time. I hope I have a chance to conduct another interview soon.

J: Sure.

D: Any time; this was fun!

Author Note - And thanks to Dana who came up with these questions. =)

About the Author - 

M.R. Anglin has always had a fascination with space—particularly the moon and stars. She also has three amazing nephews, two adorable “near-nephews,” and one brilliant niece, so it’s no wonder she eventually wrote a story that combines these loves into one. You can often find her gazing up at the Florida sky at night or hunching over her notebook/computer by day.

She is the author of several books, including the self-published, ongoing Silver Foxes series and Lucas, Guardian of Truth (LampPost 2012). She has also has stories included in anthologies and posted online.

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Just at Hell No Book Blitz!

Just Say (Hell) No Rosalind James (Escape to New Zealand #11) Publication date: February 14th 2018 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Even a hard man needs a soft side.

Marko Sendoa isn’t a beach man. He’s not an Auckland man. He’s a hard man. Born Basque, raised in the heart of New Zealand’s Southern Alps, and bred on hard work, discipline, and getting the job done. It’s not easy for a rugby flanker to make it to age 32 at the top of his game, but he’s done it. Next year is the Rugby World Cup, and he’ll do whatever it takes to be on the field in the black jersey when the anthems are sung.

He doesn’t need a kitten. He doesn’t need a pregnant cousin. He definitely doesn’t need a too-short, distractingly curvy, totally unimpressed Maori barista and part-time pet portraitist who fills his house and his life with too much color, too much chaos, and too many secrets.

He’s getting them anyway.

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Ahead of him, the girl looked tense. The running was new, probably. Felt too hard. That had to be it, considering the speed she was going. He caught up and said, “Excuse me.”

She whirled on him so fast, he started running backward out of habit.

“I have Mace!” she announced, all but baring her teeth.

Oh. She’d heard him coming up behind her. He blinked, realized he was still jogging backward, stopped, and said, “Uh . . . no, you don’t. But no worries. You don’t need it.” There wasn’t room to conceal more than a car key in that kit she was wearing. A flippy little zebra-print skirt,and a black sports bra that dipped low enough in front to show some cleavage. She was a curvy little thing and no mistake. Not that he was looking. She was advancing on him like the stroppiest terrier in the litter, and despite her aggression, he could see the fear underneath.

First the pub, and now this. He didn’t scare women. He was careful. He put up both palms and said again, “No worries.”

She seemed taken aback for an instant, but recovered fast. “I’m not worried,” she said. “But maybe you should be, eh.”

A hint of a Maori accent there. He considered explaining that he liked blondes, but she opened her hand, and bloody hell, but she did have a tiny metal canister laced between her fingers, together with her keys. An older couple was coming toward them with a Golden Retriever on a leash, and Marko had a sudden flash of his photo in another newspaper. Staggering around, tears streaming from his eyes, Maced on a bush track after attacking a jogger. That would be a good look.

Brilliant.

Author Bio:

Rosalind James writes contemporary romance and romantic suspense published both by Montlake Romance and independently. Her stories are set in New Zealand, Idaho, California, New York . . . really, anyplace that seems cool. (Research trips, especially those involving lots of rugby, are a bonus.) Her books are available in ebook, paperback, and audio formats. Rosalind is a former marketing executive who spent several years in Australia and New Zealand, where she fell in love with the people, the landscape, and the culture of both countries. She attributes her rapid success to the fact that "Lots of people would like to escape to New Zealand! I know I did!"

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Evelyn Vox Cover Reveal!

Bull’s Eye Evelyn Vox (Share Me, #2) Publication date: March 1st 2018 Genres: Erotica, Romance

LEXIE I made a deal with the devil. A devil named Derek Drake. He makes my husband watch as he uses me to satisfy his carnal desires. I love it, and that terrifies me. Because this bargain only works if they are willing to share me. I don’t know what I’ll do when they decide they’ve had enough of our deal. I’m not sure I can choose between them.

DEREK Brian loves watching me pleasure his wife in ways he never could. But the beast inside me is tired of sharing my Goddess. I am the one who ignited the dark fire within her. I am the one she answers to. Alexandra is mine. I don’t see much use for the cuck anymore.

Bull’s Eye is a steamy, kinky MMF romance about a cuckold relationship gone awry. When the line between lust and love blurs, when the two men sharing her both lay their claim, Lexie will have to make the choice of her life: Derek or Brian. WARNING: this story is not for the faint of heart. It is a twisted tale of self-discovery about finding light in the darkest corners of the heart. It has hard BDSM and an open marriage where the boundaries are pushed to the breaking point. Read at your own risk.

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Author Bio:

My readers and I are one in the same: we like it dark, and we like it dirty. If you like dominant men, strong-as-hell heroines, and heart-racing plots with lots of kink, then welcome to our wicked little club. My characters will take you on a wild ride as they give into their most forbidden desires, uncovering their truest selves along the way. Always steamy and extra sinful, my romances will have you embracing your dark side in no time.

Evelyn lives in Brooklyn, and some might be so bold as to call her a *gasp* hipster. When she's not busy ordering a craft beer or drinking kombucha, she works part-time at a wellness center. No matter what she's doing, her mind lives full-time in smutland, always thinking of new ways to torture those hunky Alpha males and the ladies they love to play with. Check out my website for updates, newsletter sign-ups, and giveaways!

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Mika Lane Cover Reveal!

The Renovation: A Reverse Harem Novel Mika Lane Publication date: March 11th 2018 Genres: Adult, Romance

I don’t believe in fairy tales and I don’t waste time wishing for one. I learned long ago that luck smiles on the—well, lucky—and that the rest of us can just go to hell. So when my boyfriend ran off and left me with a bunch of debt, I knew better than to wish for a miracle. But then one came my way, in the form of four—count ’em four—hot, sexy men. But as luck would have it—or wouldn’t have it, in my case—I couldn’t have a single one of them.

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Writing has been a passion of Mika’s since a young age (her first book was "The Day I Ate the Milkyway"), but erotic romance is now what gives purpose to her days and nights. She lives in magical Northern California with her own handsome alpha dude, sometimes known as Mr. Mika Lane, and an evil cat named Bill. A devotee of the intelligent and beautiful, and lover of shiny things, she’s a yogi, hiker, traveler, thinker, observer, and book worm. She has been known to drink cheap champagne and has way too many shoes.

A National Reader's Choice Awards finalist, Mika always deliver a hot, sexy romp, often with imperfect characters, and a promised happily ever after (or at least happy for now).

She LOVES to hear from readers, and can be found at www.mikalane.com, and facebook.com/mikalaneauthor, when she's not dreaming up naughty tales to share.

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Jo Raven's Bad Wolf Blitz

Bad Wolf Jo Raven Publication date: February 8th 2018 Genres: Adult, Romance

This is no fairytale… Once I fell in love with a gorgeous boy next door. Years later, he’s back—a total hunk, hot as hell, and bad. So bad. Rude. Cocky. Hard. And I’m dying for a taste.

Jarett was our neighbors’ adopted son.

Handsome, strong, quiet, he was my protector, and my friend.

Now he’s back, and he’s still gorgeous.

Tall, dark and sexy. All man. But he’s a bad guy, moving with a dangerous crowd.

So why do I keep winding up in his arms? On his lap. In his bed. I know better than this—I’m better than this. I should stop. Only my heart tells me there’s good inside Jarett.

That I could save him.

Then again, what happens to gullible girls who climb into bed with the big bad wolf?

…Right.

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EXCERPT:

Gigi is standing at the open door, the loud rock music spilling out into the alley. She looks left, then right, as if searching for someone. No great leap of the imagination required to know she’s looking for her friend.

And she sees me. Her gaze stops on me.

She steps all the way out and lets the door close behind her. “Rett?”

Fuck. This is fucking bad. I suck on my cigarette and wait. Maybe she’ll take the hint and go away.

But Gigi never cared what I said or did, back then. She stuck by my side through my silences and snarky comments.

Obviously she hasn’t changed.

She heads straight to me, plants herself in front of me and shakes back her white-blond hair. “Rett. What now, you’ll pretend you can’t see me?”

Damn, how could I ever pretend that? She’s wearing a low-cut red sweater over a tiny skirt and those damn knee-length socks that drive me crazy. Girl likes wearing red. And damn if I can tear my eyes away from her cleavage.

I’m so fucking hard I’m about to bust a nut.

“What do you want?” I mutter, flicking ash from my cigarette, a thoughtless gesture, when it becomes clear she isn’t budging.

“Did you see Sydney out here? I’ve lost her again.”

She smells of something sweet, like toffee. My mouth waters. My dick throbs. She smells like home, and like pleasure, and like danger all at once.

“Go away, Gigi,” I whisper. “Go back inside. That’s where your friend is.”

“So you saw her.”

Throwing my cigarette away, I take a step toward her. “Go now.” She’s wearing down all of my self-control. I have to send her back inside, send her away from me. Having her around is risky on a thousand different levels.

She takes a step back. “Not unless you tell me what you saw. Did she buy drugs? Tell me, Jarett.”

“And what will you do if I tell you?” I back her into the club’s fire escape ladder. “What the fuck can you do about it?”

“Not me. She won’t listen to me, or talk to me about this. But you could help me.”

I blink, not sure I heard her well. I’m looking down into her pretty eyes, at her full, red mouth, and shake my head. “What did you say?”

“For old times’ sake, Rett… I need your help.”

Author Bio:

Hi! My name is Jo, and I torture pretty boys for a living... :) I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, best known for my series Inked Brotherhood and Damage Control. I write edgy New Adult romance with sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines. Be the first to get your hands on my new releases & offers, giveaways, previews, and more, by signing up here http://bit.ly/1CTNTHM Meet me online - on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/AuthorJoRaven), chat with me on Twitter (@AuthorJoRaven) and join my readers group for sneak previews of my covers and stories (http://on.fb.me/1K2LvzO).

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Aurelia Fray’s Reveal of Somebody to Love

Somebody to Love Aurelia Fray Publication date: March 30th 2018 Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance

Henry was only tasked with fixing the leaky office pipes. So, when a crazy woman barges in and confesses all her secrets like a challenge, he’s faced with two choices: Tell her he’s not the man she’s looking for, or roll with it.

Rachel knows there’s something amiss about her new shrink—he’s far too handsome for starters—but she’s desperate to straighten her life out. With only three weeks to find a date to her best friend’s wedding, she’s willing to try anything. Even rely on a complete stranger to help her find love.

An unlikely pair, an impossible mission, and a hilarious hunt for somebody to love.

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Aurelia Fray is the naughty Hyde side of a rather ordinary woman. Whenever her mistress lets her out to play, there are sure to be tales worth telling. She lives and works in London, England, enjoys all things artistic and spends most of her time buried in books or paint.

With a degree in English literature and a love of all things wordy it is no real surprise she adores penning salacious stories. She has won various short story and poetry competitions and suspects that her foray into erotic literature will be a titillating adventure for author and readers alike.

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Cary Hart Blog Tour - Battlefield of Love Series

   Battlefield of Love Series

 Cary Hart

Love may lose the battle........ but not the war!

 Passion Creations by Mary Ruth

Contemporary Romance

Love Conquer: A Standalone Romance – (Battlefield of Love, Book #3)

When do the words "I'm sorry" mean nothing? When his words hurt more than his touch? What happens when leaving is harder than staying? 

Fear. 

The lines between right and wrong have become so blurred...accepting who you’ve become is not an option.

Shame.

Escape is the only way to fight back...finding someone willing to fight with you is something you never saw coming. 

Hope.

But before you can conquer love, you have to battle your past...

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"Love Conquer is an outstanding inspired, slow-burn romance filled with heartache, passion, and raw intensity." - Christy Pastore, Author 

"This is not only a love story but a healing story." - Patti (Goodreads) 

"I have enjoyed all three books in this series but WOW this book blew me away. My favorite yet." - Heather (Amazon) 

"I love this book! It has so much depth and feeling that it grabs me from the get-go." - N (Goodreads) 

"Ah! The best one so far. A deep, emotional, touching romance that still retains the classic humour and fast-paced style we have come to know and love Cary Hart for." - Bella (Amazon) 

"From the first word, Love Conquer had me hooked & captivated! Cary Hart can express so much emotion & feeling with the written word." - Pam (Goodreads). 

“Author Cary Hart taps into human emotion in such a way that allows the reader to immerse themselves completely into the story. This is a powerful read about triumph and discovery. I highly recommend it to everyone!” – For the Love of Books & Alcohol

Love War: A Standalone Romance (Battlefield of Love, Book #1)

What happens when happily ever after isn't happy? When everything you thought you knew changes? 

Obligation...Marriage 

Betrayal...Freedom

Until him. Until her.

Second chances... 

Until them.

Deceit...Doubt. 

The past may have won the battles, but can Love win the War?

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Love Divide: A Standalone Romance (Battlefield of Love, Book #2)

What happens when something you were not looking for comes along, and it's more than you ever could have imagined?

Changing you.

How do you live with yourself when you look in the mirror and don’t recognize the broken reflection staring back? Because it makes you do things that you never expected you were capable of.

Will a heart that's been torn in two pieces keep on beating? I'm about to find out.

Love Divided. The decision should be easy... it isn't.

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Cary Hart hails from the Midwest. A sassy, coffee drinking, sometimes sailor swearing (Shhh… don’t tell.), wine sipping, Spotify addict, lover of all things books!

When not pushing women down the stairs in the fictional world, Cary has her hands full. She is blessed to be the sports mom of two wild and crazy, spoiled kiddos, and wife to the most supportive husband (took a few years to train). In addition to working full time, she bakes cookies on the side to fund her newly found love of writing and to keep her Sephora VIB Rouge status. The addiction is real, folks!

Believe it or not, writing was never a dream for Cary. Reading was something she never enjoyed growing up. All it took was one friend, who went MIA for a weekend on a book binge, to share her passion and loan an eBook, lighting a fire inside her. Two years, and hundreds of eBooks later, she connected with one of her favorite authors, who patiently listened to her plot ideas. Her encouragement and saying those three little words “You write it!” changed everything!

So, welcome! Hop on board, and enjoy the ride!

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Z.N. Willett Blog Tour - The Devil has a British Accent

The Devil has a British Accent Book One: Jackson 

(White Carpet Series: Book 1)

ZN Willett

Release Date: 

August 6th, 2017

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New-Adult | Paranormal Romance

This is no simple Hollywood story of famous boy meets ordinary girl, who then fall in love and live happily ever after.

This is about the town of dreamers and make believers; skilled at casting spells of deception and deceit. And what happens when the spell is lifted, and everything that you believe in is merely an illusion?

When the world of happily ever after is altered and obscured, and not only by one enticing man?

For Lauren Moreau, her journey is full of raw emotions that will tempt you with curiosity and intrigue, and squeeze out passion and angst until your heart bleeds.

This is Hollywood, after all...

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“The Devil Has a British Accent is a coming of age romance with a paranormal twist. A girl who has to protect her heart and the men who want her.” – Romance Between The Sheets.

"I love Z.N. Willett's talented writing style, as it's highly addictive, but I never saw this one coming! To me, it makes her diabolically brilliant, and highly original!" - The Power of Three Readers

When I reached the corridor, there were several unmarked doors. I turned to go back downstairs to ask which one, but a door opened from behind. 

“Lost, love?”

The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Sparks of heat ignited in my chest as a slew of emotions overcame me. I spun around to see him leaned against a door. I was very aware of the scene that played out in front of me. Yet, I was frozen, trapped, as Cary searched my brown eyes. I was terrified of what he would see.

He took a step forward, and I could no longer contain my emotions.

“Cary!” I sprinted, then jumped up and threw my arms around him.

It had been a long time since I’d seen his beautiful face with those berry-colored lips that arched into a perfectly sculptured smile.

No matter how many times we saw each other, and as clichéd as it might sound, he always took my breath away. As tall and lean as he appeared, his strength was evident every time he hugged me. I couldn’t help feel his biceps curl underneath my hands.

“Laur, has it been that long?” he asked, voice muffled, face buried in my hair. 

“Two years too long.” I sniffed, breathing in his familiar, fresh scent. I loved the smell of him.

It wasn’t in a creepy way. I had a thing about scents. I could still remember what my dad’s favorite cologne smelled like.

Seconds blended into minutes as we held onto each other. For an instant, I was afraid he wasn’t real. He leaned his head back, full brows arched as those blue eyes looked at me. “You’re all grown up.”

“Thanks?”

“It’s a compliment. You don’t look like the annoying runt.”

“You are an arse.” I stressed each word. ”Thanks for ruining the moment.” I let go of him and smacked my hand on his hard chest.

ZN Willett started sharing her first contemporary romance, The Trouble with Dating a Movie Star, online. Receiving an overwhelming response of over 2 million reads, she created the Red Carpet Series. The Red Carpet Series showcased a unique perspective spotlighting Hollywood from the inside. ZN enjoys creating heroines who are strong, intelligent and true to themselves. She's a northern girl, but a southerner at heart with a deep love for all things shoes. Deep down ZN is a sappy romantic who happens to believe that love can truly conquer all.

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H.L. Girton Book Blitz - The Curse

  Book Blitz

 The Curse ~  H.L Girton

YA | Paranormal

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KL Donn

Genesis Berkley’s place in this world is more confusing now than ever. After struggling for months to bring her aunt’s murderer to justice, she feels lost in the turmoil that his death has solved nothing. To make matters worse, the love of her life has gone, leaving in shame. Disappointment sets in and Genesis must find her way back to herself. Only the acceptance of who she must become will set her free.

Liam Volkov is on the run. He has become the monster that Genesis fears they all are. The love and trust between them is broken. The only way to free himself from the agony of becoming someone he hates is to face the consequences of his actions. He must cleanse himself for redemption.

With the prophecy looming over them, they find themselves at a crossroad. Can they learn to accept their fate and find their way back to one another or will their path lead to destruction? 

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I heard the whistle of the metal when it was unsheathed from its case. The blade vibrated quickly from the slick movement. I felt the sharp point when the young man, his face hidden by the shadows, pressed it into my cheek. It sliced my face open with little pressure. It was well kept and sharp. So sharp it could easily cut through bone.

The blade was pressed against my neck, ready to slice it open and drain out every drop of my blood. I closed my eyes and tears spilled out. This was it. My life would end at their mercy to finally give me the death that I deserved. I thought of the night I first saw her. Genesis. My love. Seeing the terror on her face as she fled for her life broke my heart. I was glad I made the choice to step in and defend her then. It was no different with Thomas, and if dying at their hands meant she lived for eternity because of that one choice, then I served my purpose.

I remembered the way her lips had felt the first time I had kissed her. I had taken away her heartache, if only for a moment. It was blissful. Her kiss was as sweet as honey. I would never get to kiss those gentle lips again. Every one of my choices were worth it to have had her love for the time I did. Every argument, every kiss, every stolen touch, all of it worth it. I would do it all again for her if it meant that she would live on.

I felt the sharp edge cut slowly into my skin. The blood trickled down my throat as the sharp point found the vein in my neck that it was looking for. I was ready. Death had finally found me.

The Accalia (The Accalia Series Book 1)

After traveling the country with her aunt, Genesis Berkley finally feels like she is home. Settling in Tillamook, Oregon, she begins a new life and everything seems to be going smoothly. That is, until she runs into a mysterious young man.

The feelings that he awakens are unsettling, and soon, her simple, peaceful world shatters. Lies and secrets are revealed, and danger lurks in every corner.

Now, Genesis must discover if she is strong enough to fulfill her destiny. Will she learn to accept the truth before it is too late?

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Heather Girton has been a creative writer since her childhood, writing creative stories and poems for the love of imagination and literacy. It started out as an outlet for personal struggles and a way to cope with them through fictional fantasy and turned into a passion and need to share her aspirations with the world. She has always been passionate about storytelling and impressed by the influence it has on people and the decisions they make in life. It wasn’t until 2013 that she decided to share her talent through fictional novels due to the encouragement from her family and friends.

Currently Heather lives in Texas with her husband, children, support dog, and lazy cat. She is an avid reader and loves it as much as she adores writing. She spends her free time sharing her devotion for it with her children. When she isn’t reading, writing or focusing on her family, Heather has a personal admiration for photography visit her at www.authorhlgirton.com

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Aubrey Parr Blog Tour - Running From Disaster

   Running From Disaster  (Sunrise Runners Duology Book 1)

Aubrey Parr

Romantic Suspense

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"Running from Disaster is book one in Aubrey Parr’s Sunrise Runners duology.”

There’s a predator on the loose and he’s abducting runners. Becoming more sinister with each of his victims, Gabriella Winters’ running group was not going to let fear stop them. They needed to run every morning at sunrise. Running was vital to their lives.

Just when Gabriella needed a distraction from the horrors surrounding her, Dylan Hart arrived. He’s a walking disaster for relationships, his track record with women has proven it. Still, Gabriella couldn’t stay away. Everything about him pulled her in. Dylan wanted nothing more than to have her in his life, but he wasn’t sure how to be the man she deserved.

How can they navigate their relationship when Dylan doesn’t play by the rules? Can they survive what the world throws at them?

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  It was already starting to get sticky, which was never a good sign for the day to come. Sticky in the dark meant miserable when the sun was beating down. 

“Ugh, this weather blows. Maybe reliving my night will help keep my mind off this humidity!” Gabriella exclaimed before she went into a full fledge play-by-play of the night before. She seriously began to wonder if she had found the fountain of youth. She was definitely acting like a teenaged girl.

After she finished off the story with the effects of Dylan’s kiss and her ridiculous attempt at getting ready for bed while stuck in a cloud-nine haze, she realized they were half way through their run.

“See? Disaster averted,” Fiona announced.

“No. That’s the problem. The chance of disaster is even greater now!” Gaby said with almost a whine.

“I’m confused,” Violet answered back. “It sounds like you had an amazing time.”

“Exactly! And now I very well may end up as one of those stupid girls that he breaks up with in my coffee shop.” Getting far too worked up, Gaby stopped running and bent over as far as she could to help with her breathing.

“Calm down,” both friends said in unison as Violet rubbed her back with enough effort to help calm her nerves.

“Lord help me.” The words fought to get out. “What if he breaks up with me in my own coffee shop? How humiliating.” Gaby was getting ahead of herself, but she couldn’t help it. Last night went far too well. Now she was hooked and wanted more of Dylan Hart.

Violet replied first. “Babe, that’s not going to happen. Plus, you’re a strong woman. You can have a good time with this guy and not allow yourself to fall in love until you’re ready. Remember, you’re in charge of your own heart.”

“When has the heart ever let someone make their own decisions?” Gaby replied with a little more annoyance in her voice than she planned.

 Aubrey Parr writes contemporary romance and romantic suspense, but is digger deeper into her darker side. She lives outside of Chicago with her husband, daughter and houseful of pets. Though inspired by her great-uncle, author Evan S. Connell, Aubrey didn't publish her first novel until after turning forty. Now there's no turning back. She drinks coffee until it's acceptable to have wine and loves to travel. She's always planning her next trip. When Aubrey isn't writing, she can be found with a book in her hand.

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