tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49077906321780196862024-03-13T21:24:27.528+02:00Book's BlogUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2821125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907790632178019686.post-55529190075229046352017-11-19T21:29:00.000+02:002017-11-19T21:29:06.403+02:00Editura Herg Benet la Gaudeamus<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Editura Herg Benet va participa între 22-26 noiembrie 2017 la Târgul Internațional de Carte Gaudeamus București (Pavilionul Central RomExpo) cu un stand propriu (nivel 4.50, stand nr. 231, primul inel de la intrarea principală, pe culoarul Radio România). Vă așteptăm cu drag alături de autori, lansări de carte, noutățile cele mai fierbinți ale toamnei, colecții proaspete, o reducere generală de 20% pentru orice achiziție și multe surprize literare.</span></b><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Noutățile literare cu care vă așteptăm la stand</span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Autori români:</span></b></i><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Romanul “Orbi” de Petronela Rotar</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Primul roman scris de Petronela Rotar, autoarea volumelor „O să mă știi de undeva”, “Alive”, “Efectul pervers” și “Sfârșitul nopții”. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">„Nu știu ce-nseamnă să nu vezi cu ochii, dar știu ce-nseamnă să-ți orbești inima, cu tot sângele ei, să-i dai peste gură instinctului care urlă „Nu!“, să-ți înveți mintea să-ți justifice drumul în jos. Această carte mi-a spart în față o oglindă și m-am văzut bucăți în toate cioburile ei. Pare ciudat, însă eram întreagă în fiecare ascuțitură. Pentru că totul omului cu sufletul orbit este un tot mai mic. Ca să te-ntorci la tine, că altă cale nu e, iubește-te-n fărâmă, deschide pleoapa ei, cum zice Petronela în cartea asta pulsândă, răvășitor de necesară.” (Ana Barton)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">„Șarmul imediat al scrisului Petronelei Rotar vine din faptul că ea tratează literatura ca pe o problemă personală. Una directă, intensă și presantă, care nu suferă amânare. Ea vine în literatură așa cum vii la confesor, la psiholog: aducând cu tine complicațiile cele mai intime și mai chinuitoare ale vieții tale personale, lucrând direct în materia lor dureroasă pentru a ajunge la vindecare. E deopotrivă o formă de curaj literar – și una de generozitate. O astfel de carte curajoasă și generoasă, vorbind despre abuz și violență și rezistența în fața lor, e și cea de față. Sunt sigur că va însemna ceva important – pentru victimele abuzurilor și cele ale literaturii, deopotrivă.” (Radu Vancu)</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Romanul “Dresoarea” de Cristina Nemerovschi</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Cea de-a cincisprezecea carte semnată de Cristina Nemerovschi este un thriller psihologic captivant despre împăcarea cu propriul sine, traume negate, bucuria de a trăi, pasiune și libertate. “Am scris despre traume, despre răni din trecut, despre vină, despre împăcarea cu ipostazele noastre mai vechi. Despre durere și asumare, despre confruntarea demonilor din interiorul nostru, cei mai neiertători demoni din lume. Am scris despre relațiile complicate din familiile întemeiate de oameni complicați, care iubesc dar care uneori nu știu s-o arate, sau nu pot. Dresoarea este, în mare, despre traumele copilăriei. Despre neasumare, despre depresie, despre foarte multă violență. Despre cum trecutul nu rămâne niciodată în urma noastră, ci îl purtăm mereu cu noi, și e nevoie de foarte multă forță pentru a nu te lăsa condiționat și îngenuncheat de el”, spune autoarea.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ludmila, o tânără dresoare de lei și tigri din Ucraina, vine să lucreze la circul din București. Cu multe speranțe, dar și cu un trecut tulburat și apăsător, ea împrumută prenumele celebrei Lidia Jiga, a cărei poveste o fascinează.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">În ciuda pasiunilor pe care le stârnește, de la insistentul Marius și temperamentalul Iuri, până la un admirator secret care îi lasă flori în fiecare zi la intrarea în circ, în sufletul dresoarei pare a fi loc pentru o singură persoană: sora ei, Oksana, dispărută după un accident ce a marcat viața tuturor celor apropiați. Deși o bănuiește pe Oksana că este vinovată pentru accident, Ludmila nu vrea decât să-și reîntâlnească sora și să o ierte.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Demonii interiori scot însă colții pe nepregătite, iar trecutul revine violent și pustiitor, amenințându-i viața. “Ludmila, unde ai fost între 15 și 16 ani?” este întrebarea care o bântuie.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Volumul „Jurnal de librar” de Anca Zaharia</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">„Jurnal de librar a fost, la început, un hashtag pe care-l foloseam la finalul fiecărei povestiri legate de ceea ce mi se întâmpla la muncă pe care o puneam pe Facebook nu atât din dorința de a arăta ce amuzantă e viața de librar, ci mai mult sperând că publicul larg, consumatorii de carte și nu numai, vor vedea meseria de librar mai aproape de ceea ce este ea de fapt și mai puțin un „ah, ce frumos, stai toată ziua și citești și mai iei și salar”. Nu, n-ai nici măcar voie să citești la muncă în cele mai multe locuri. Și dacă ar fi așa, salariul nu e deloc de invidiat”, spune autoarea Anca Zaharia.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">„Scenele redate de Anca ar fi amuzante dacă nu ar fi triste. Așa a spus, la un moment dat, un cititor și i-am dat dreptate. La prima citire, te amuzi. Uneori (de cele mai multe ori!) râzi cu lacrimi. La a doua citire, sau poate chiar la a treia, partea amuzantă rămâne deoparte și vezi realitatea. Vezi omul din spatele cărților și oamenii pe care îi întâlnește zi de zi, oamenii aceia care nu au habar că librarul citește cărți și nu gânduri. Citind cartea Jurnal de Librar, nu numai că vei privi cu alți ochi librăritul, dar e foarte posibil să te împrietenești cu primul librar care îți va ieși în cale și să-i mulțumești pentru răbdare, pentru zâmbet și chiar să aranjezi cartea căzută de pe raft pe care, între doi clienți nehotărâți, țârâitul telefonului și cutia cu noutăți ce trebuie etichetate și puse la raft, nu a reușit să o așeze la locul ei.” (Andreea Ban – Serial Readers)</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Volumul „Bărbați pe tocuri” de Marcel Manea</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">„Când visezi cu ochii rimelați lucruri fantastice, înseamnă că te afli departe de miezul problemei. Mira van Horton dansa cu aspiratorul ca nimeni alta din istoria cinematografiei, întindea rufe la uscat dincolo de orice viziune regizorală, înhăța cu palmele tăbăcite fierul de călcat în confruntarea cu inepuizabila colecție de rochii şifonate, cămăşi apretate, bikini minusculi, boxeri de neam prost; obiecte vestimentare care nu lăsau niciun sâmbure de îndoială că aparțin clasei conducătoare. Doar plimbările cu bicicleta reuşeau să-i domolească frustrările. Ofta cu tristețe când ajungea prin zona comercială unde stăteau etalate fără pic de ruşine blănuri scumpe şi bijuterii rare. Printre necazurile cotidiene stăruia faptul că James Cameron nu-i acceptase cererea de prietenie pe Facebook.” (fragment „Bărbați pe tocuri”)</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Romanul “Gâtsucit” de Cosmin Cârciova</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Îi luă geamantanul cu rotile și-l împinse pe culoar. Hoffie se lăsă purtat de val, lovindu-se cu șoldurile de pereții vagonului și înainte de a realiza ce se petrece fu îmbrâncit pe trepte, atacat de ploaia deasă, se prăbuși într-un șanț și ateriză într-o băltoacă cu noroi. Conform legilor matematice, așa cum le văzuse ciudatul târgoveț, Hoffie avusese noroc și ghinion în egală măsură. Coborâse în Lluvia de Muertos fără ca trenul să oprească acolo, nu avea niciun membru rupt, geamantanul era intact și în același timp aterizase în acea băltoacă și se murdărise ca un porc, udându-se până la piele. Pentru a merge cu povestea mai departe este necesar să explicăm cititorului de ce anume trenurile nu mai opreau în Lluvia de Muertos și din ce cauză se credea că acest orășel ar fi blestemat.” (fragment “Gâtsucit”)</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Romanul “Celelalte Scrisori către Rita” de Kaos Moon</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">„Draga mea. Azi am înnoptat într-un hotel prost din București. Nu știi cât de mult îmi lipsești. Îmi vine să mă urc pe pereți. Îmi vine să mă arunc de la fereastră. Îmi vine să mănânc fără să mă opresc. Am luat tot din minibarul ăstora și nu m-am săturat. O să mă apuc să le mănânc perdelele, patul, tabloul de pe perete, televizorul și, când o să termin tot, o să mă mănânc și pe mine. O să încep cu picioarele, bazinul, sexul, pieptul, mâna stângă, o să las la urmă mâna asta dreaptă, până va scrie ultimul cuvânt, și acela să fie adio.” (fragment “Celelalte Scrisori către Rita”)</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Romanul “Demoni” de Laura Nureldin</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">La împlinirea vârstei de 16 ani, Lisa Whelan primește un cadou care îi va schimba viața; acesta sosește într-o micuță cutie de catifea, însă cuprinde puterea unui întreg neam de vrăjitoare – strămoșii ei, de care nu aflase până atunci. Cel care o va iniția în arta vrăjitoriei este Yadiel, un demon enervant care și-a dedicat întreaga sa viață protejării familiei Lisei, chiar din vremurile în care s-au născut primele vrăjitoare Whelan, cu mii de ani în urmă. Totuși, noile puteri ale tinerei fete declanșează alte forțe, mult mai întunecate decât și-ar fi putut imagina vreodată…</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Trilogia „Ultima vrăjitoare din Transilvania” de Cristina Nemerovschi</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Alexandra, o adolescentă rebelă, este trimisă de părinți să își petreacă vacanța de vară într-un sat din Transilvania, pentru a fi îndepărtată de o iubire considerată imorală. Odată ajunsă în V., ea este atrasă de poveștile localnicilor legate de o crimă săvârșită în urmă cu mai mult de un veac: contesa Aneke fusese acuzată de incest și vrăjitorie și ucisă în pădure. Alexandra pornește pe urmele contesei, hotărâtă să afle ce s-a întâmplat cu adevărat. Castelul ascunde mistere la fiecare colț… Pe măsură ce fapte și personaje stranii ies la iveală, Alexandra își dă seama că are în comun cu frumoasa vrăjitoare mai mult decât și-ar fi imaginat, inclusiv iubirea ei secretă și interzisă. Va reuși Alexandra să salveze această iubire și în final propria viață, sau va avea soarta tragică a Anekei?</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Romanul “Neamul Corbilor” de Lavinia Călina</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">După dispariția lui Nicol, Roxana încearcă să se apere de pericolele care pândesc la tot pasul, alături de noul ei grup de aliați și într-un cămin în care sentimentele de dragoste capătă noi și surprinzătoare sensuri. Însă viziunile sale devin din ce în ce mai puternice și mai greu de descifrat, iar o confruntare finală între Neamul Corbilor și celelalte Neamuri pare iminentă. Poate Roxana să readucă în tabăra sa speranța supraviețuirii, dejucând planurile finale ale Corbilor?</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Romanul “Dispariția din Silver Water”, de Haylen Beck, traducere de Flavius Ardelean</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">„O carte remarcabilă, perfectă pentru fanii care își doresc ceva asemănător cu Lee Child și Lisa Gardner.“ (Booklist)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">„O poveste tensionată, care în multe momente te va zgudui și te va prinde în cleștii ei fără să îți mai dea drumul.“ (Associated Press)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">O femeie străbate statul american Arizona alături de copiii ei, încercând să scape dintr-o relație abuzivă. Undeva pe drum, este însă oprită de un șerif local ce se comportă straniu, lucrurile scapă repede de sub control, iar ea este reținută de poliție. Pe când ajunge în arestul orașului Silver Water, copiii ei s-au făcut nevăzuți, iar polițiștii încep să susțină că aceștia nici nu au existat. Dacă sunt într-adevăr dispăruți, sigur e din vina mamei lor…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Între timp, în partea cealaltă a țării, un bărbat aude știrile televizate insistent despre cazul celor doi copii dispăruți, care îi amintesc atât de bine de o întâmplare din trecutul lui. În timp ce căutarea copiilor intră pe ultima sută de metri, este și el atras în efortul tuturor de a-i găsi.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Romanul “Duetul nostru întunecat” de Victoria Schwab, traducere de Ana Mănescu</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Este cartea finală a duologiei „Monștrii din Verity”.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">„O nouă lume captivantă și plină de pericole pe care cititorii o vor îndrăgi pentru ritmul alert și terifiant.” (Publishers Weekly)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">„O poveste cu o atât de întunecată precizie a textului, încât mai mult ca sigur îți va provoca fiori pe șira spinării.” (Booklist)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">„Debordant de energică, această carte este întocmai biletul pentru o noapte neîntreruptă de lectură.” (Kirkus Reviews)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lumea se află în pragul distrugerii. Iar ei, la fel.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lui Kate Harker nu îi este teamă de monștri. Îi vânează. Și se pricepe al naibii de bine la asta.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">August Flynn și-a dorit cândva să fie uman. Dar are un rol de jucat. Și îl va juca, indiferent de consecințe.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lupta a început.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kate va trebui să se reîntoarcă în Verity. August va trebui să îi permită să intre. Și un nou monstru așteaptă ‒ unul care se hrănește din haos și aduce la suprafață demonii interiori ai victimelor sale.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ce va fi mai greu de supus: monstrul pe care îl înfruntă sau propriii lor monștri?</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Romanul „Tu” de Caroline Kepnes, traducere de Anca Zaharia</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">„Un thriller excepțional, cu atitudine, fără jenă și cu o adevărată intuiție asupra naturii obsesiilor.“ (Sophie Hannah)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">„Hipnotizant.“ (Stephen King)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">„Un roman captivant pe de-a întregul.“ (Revista Closer)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Atunci când o tânără și frumoasă scriitoare aspirantă intră în librăria din New York în care lucrează Joe Goldberg, el face ceea ce ar face oricine în situația lui: îi caută pe Google numele pe care l-a aflat de pe cartea de credit.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Este doar o singură Guinevere Beck în întreaga metropolă. Ea are un profil public de Facebook și postează pe Twitter neîncetat, dezvăluindu-i lui Joe tot ce ar avea nevoie să știe: se recomandă pur și simplu Beck, pentru prietenii ei, a urmat cursurile la Universitatea Brown, locuiește pe Bank Street și va fi la un bar din Brooklyn diseară – locul perfect pentru o întâlnire „întâmplătoare”.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pe măsură ce Joe capătă în mod invizibil și obsesiv controlul asupra vieții lui Beck, el orchestrează o serie de evenimente pentru a se asigura că Beck nimerește în brațele lui primitoare. Trecând de la statutul de hărțuitor din umbră la cel de iubit oficial, Joe se transformă în bărbatul visurilor lui Beck, totul în timp ce, pe tăcute, înlătură orice obstacol care i-ar putea sta în cale. Chiar dacă asta ar însemna să ucidă.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Romanul „Unul dintre noi minte” de Karen M. McManus, traducere de Cristina Nemerovschi</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Unul dintre noi minte” e povestea a ceea ce se întâmplă când cinci străini ajung în clasa de detenție a școlii, iar numai patru ies de acolo în viață. Fiecare este suspect, fiecare are ceva de ascuns.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Fii atent la toate detaliile și poate vei fi tu cel care va rezolva enigma:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Într-o după-amiază de luni, cinci elevi de la Liceul Bayview intră în camera de detenție.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Bronwyn, tocilara, va merge la Yale și niciodată nu încalcă vreo regulă.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Addy, prințesa, este frumoasa populară a liceului.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Nate, delincventul, este deja eliberat condiționat după ce a fost prins vânzând droguri.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Cooper, atletul, este starul echipei de baseball.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Și Simon, proscrisul, este creatorul unei faimoase aplicații de mobil care lansează bârfele fierbinți ale liceului.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Atâta doar că Simon nu mai iese de la detenție. La finalul orei în care cei cinci trebuie să-și ispășească pedeapsa, Simon moare. Potrivit anchetei, decesul nu este un accident. Luni moare, iar marți apar dezvăluiri senzaționale programate de el despre cei patru colegi care i-au fost alături în clipa morții, ceea ce îi transformă rapid în suspecți. Dacă nu cumva criminalul este altcineva și se află în libertate…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Toată lumea are secrete, nu? Ceea ce contează e cât de departe ai merge ca să le protejezi.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Joi, 23 noiembrie:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">– Ora 18.30: Lansarea romanului „Orbi” de Petronela Rotar. Standul Editurii Herg Benet, nivel 4.50.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Vineri, 24 noiembrie:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">– Ora 17.00: Lansarea romanului “Celelalte Scrisori către Rita” de Kaos Moon. Ceainăria Bernschutz, Nivel 3.20.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">– Ora 18.00: Prezentarea romanului „Dispariția din Silver Water” de Haylen Beck. Standul Editurii Herg Benet, nivel 4.50.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">– Ora 18.30: Prezentarea romanului „Duetul nostru întunecat” de Victoria Schwab. Standul Editurii Herg Benet, nivel 4.50.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">– Ora 19.00: Lansarea romanului “Demoni” de Laura Nureldin. Standul Editurii Herg Benet, nivel 4.50.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sâmbătă, 25 noiembrie:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">– Ora 12.00: Prezentarea romanului “Tu” de Caroline Kepnes. Standul Editurii Herg Benet, nivel 4.50.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">– Ora 12.30: Lansarea cărții “Jurnal de librar” de Anca Zaharia. Standul Editurii Herg Benet, nivel 4.50.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">– Ora 13.30: Prezentarea romanului „Grădina cu Fluturi” de Dot Hutchison. Standul Editurii Herg Benet, nivel 4.50.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">– Ora 13.45: Prezentarea romanului „Unul dintre noi minte” de Karen M. McManus. Standul Editurii Herg Benet, nivel 4.50.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">– Ora 14.00: Lansarea romanului „Dresoarea” de Cristina Nemerovschi. Standul Editurii Herg Benet, nivel 4.50.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">– Ora 14.30: Lansarea trilogiei „Ultima vrăjitoare din Transilvania” de Cristina Nemerovschi. Standul Editurii Herg Benet, nivel 4.50.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">– Ora 15.00: Lansarea romanului „Neamul Corbilor. Vol. 3: Din negura timpului” de Lavinia Călina. Standul Editurii Herg Benet, nivel 4.50.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">– Ora 16.30: Întâlnire cu Ana Barton: lectură din romanul „Jurământ de rătăcire” (reeditare 2017). Standul Editurii Herg Benet, nivel 4.50.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">– Ora 17.00: Lansarea romanului “Bărbați pe tocuri” de Marcel Manea. Standul Editurii Herg Benet, nivel 4.50.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">– Ora 18.00: Lansarea romanului “Gâtsucit” de Cosmin Cârciova. Standul Editurii Herg Benet, nivel 4.50.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Taming the Beast, book 1</span><br />
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For Becca Salt being a witch isn’t all magic. Too curvy and lonely, she spends her nights running a makeover service for demons, vamps, weres and zombies who want to project a more human, normal side. Their goal? To get the babes without the authorities hunting them down like rabid dogs. Once Becca suppresses the worst of their beast, they’re on the hunt and gone.<br />
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Dating has been a definite bitch for Eric Diletto. Although he’s hot and hung, he’s also one of Cupid’s descendants—a god born to believe in courtship, courtesy and all that other junk. Tired of women dumping him for the bad boys, Eric hires Becca to release his inner beast. Grrrr.<br />
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Two potions later, they’re crawling all over each other. With Eric’s newfound dominance, he’s definitely the man. And the god, who intends to take Becca here, there and everywhere. Who said sorcery and love wasn’t fun?<br />
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Ingredients for potions, along with books containing ancient and contemporary spells, littered Becca Salt’s desk at From Crud to Stud, her New Orleans makeover service for supernatural beings.<br />
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As a business owner, she had no equal. She’d worked feverishly these last years, putting in the hours and expending the proverbial blood, sweat and tears to grow her company. When it came to management, hiring, promotion or a vision for the future, she had no equal.<br />
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As far as magic and attracting guys went, she was a total freaking dud. Love, it seemed, would never come her way. Conjuring, neither.<br />
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“Dammit, you can do this.” She was a smart woman, able to rack up a perfect score on the SAT without cracking one textbook, which she’d hated, or cheating with sorcery. Witchcraft should have been a breeze.<br />
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Designated Survivor played on her computer screen. Poor Kiefer Sutherland was in a hell of a mess trying to keep the country together while also dodging bullets, conspiracies and backstabbing lawmakers. Her addiction to this show, plus Superstore, The Blacklist, Blindspot and The Good Fight was her downfall. She also sensed being half witch and half mortal had something to do with her difficulty in mastering her craft. If her dad had been a warlock rather than a Democrat and a Teamster, she might have been into this stuff.<br />
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Her mom, Rowena, a crackerjack witch from an esteemed covern, hadn’t agreed. “Study more and you’ll do fine,” she’d told Becca the other day. “This stuff’s easier than what you had to do in high school.”<br />
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She begged to differ. Dodging the mean girls, being invisible to the guys, navigating each horribly long day without a clique to protect her and looking as she did had been brutal. She wasn’t a ghoul by any means, but she had boobs, hips and thighs like a normal person rather than a high-fashion model.<br />
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Countless diets later, here she was, nowhere close to a size zero and desperately wanting a Meat Lover’s pizza chased by a Dove Bar.<br />
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Her stomach growled. Frustrated but determined, she waited until the commercial break and tried a simple trick—jerking her finger to open the age-old spells book.<br />
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“Crap.” She paged through a witchcraft primer the old-fashioned way, like people had to do with print books before e-Readers had come around. Even though Google was supposed to contain all the information in the universe, including how to construct bombs, neither black nor white magic was included in its repertoire.<br />
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She rifled faster, her only option. The publication lacked an index and wasn’t organized in any logical manner that she could determine. Whoever put this thing together should be strangled. A page tore. If she’d been at the top of her game, she would have repaired it by wiggling her nose as Samantha Stephens had done in that old TV show Bewitched. More than once, Becca had wondered why even the best witch would bother invoking powers to get material stuff. Next-day Amazon service, delivery drones and credit cards had made these skills unnecessary.<br />
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The commercial break ended. Kiefer was back, looking freaked out by the latest disaster but still presidential. She’d reached a page with instructions on how to change channels on a TV or cable programs on a laptop without using a remote, keystrokes or a mouse. At last, something she could use. Before she read details, she checked the copyright date. This baby had been written in the early nineteen-fifties but had regular updates. The last one had happened in the mid nineteen-eighties.<br />
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Sorcerers had to get with the times or they’d become as obsolete as looking stuff up rather than asking Siri for data, like a civilized person should.<br />
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After scanning the details for changing a show on a computer, she waited until the Designated Survivor credits scrolled down the screen. “Here goes.” She held her breath, religiously repeated the words she needed and moved her finger in a tight circle as indicated in the graphic.<br />
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Her laptop shut off, powered back on and opened on a page for an advertisement selling potions at a discount. Even for a witch, there was no relief from pop-up ads.<br />
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Footfalls sounded in the hall and rushed toward her office.<br />
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Just what she didn’t need, a staff member seeing her struggle with this stuff. Already her screw-ups with magic were legendary. Thankfully, she could count on her mom’s assistance those few times someone needed conjuring that worked. Witchcraft was old-fashioned compared to moonlight therapy for weres, behavioral and aversion treatments for vamps, personality and charm courses for zombies. Nothing but the latest innovations for her clients.<br />
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With little time to hide these things the normal way, Becca muttered the words to make junk disappear and waved her hands for good measure.<br />
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Several books disintegrated, leaving paper dust in their wake. Others landed in her desk drawers. She could live with that. The potion ingredients settled behind her potted plants. From certain angles they were, indeed, invisible. She burst with pride. After some tweaking on the words and hand gestures, she’d have this spell down pat. Only a zillion others to go.<br />
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“Yo.” Zoe stormed inside. “He’s still not here.”<br />
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Becca pulled up Excel on her laptop. “Who isn’t?”<br />
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“Our client,” Zoe fumed, looking like a waif from Hell, which she basically was. As a former human turned demon who’d crossed back to the lighter, mortal side, she’d taken to dressing like a Catholic schoolgirl. She wore a green plaid skirt that landed mid-calf, anklet socks, saddle shoes and a long-sleeved white blouse with a Peter Pan collar—a sweet, wholesome image except for her facial piercings. Four studs decorated her lower lip, two graced the bridge across her nose, a ring hung through one nostril and several adorned her dark eyebrows. The metal on her face glinted in the glow from streetlights that streamed through the windows. “The photographer’s waited ten minutes already.”<br />
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Ah, now Becca understood. He was here to shoot a demon’s ‘after’ pictures to advertise the service for male shifters, genies, reapers, demons—and otherworldly beings. Every night, the staff whipped those poor slobs into shape so they could suppress their worst otherworldly natures, along with the problems that created, and present to mortal women as hotter-than-hell guys. For the most part.<br />
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Restraining all that evil and supernatural power wasn’t easy.<br />
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Not even for a trooper like poor Zoe, one of Becca’s BFFs and the best enforcer the service had ever had. If customers got too frisky or refused to do as the other staffers asked, Zoe got on their case and made them obey. Right now, irritation smoldered in her black eyes where sparks built from pinpoints to two wiggling flames. The red-orange color was seriously at odds with her pale skin and demure outfit.<br />
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Before Zoe had a literal meltdown, Becca talked fast. “Do we know where he lives?”<br />
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Once she had the client’s location, she could send another customer to haul him in. Preferably a zombie. Those guys could give an IRS agent a run for his money. No matter what obstacles zombies faced, they kept coming and coming and coming. Not unlike the Energizer Bunny.<br />
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“He gave us an address not too far from here.” Zoe cleared the gravel from her throat that made her sound like the centuries-old demon she was. She crossed her skinny arms over her chest, possibly to control her unruly emotions. Didn’t work. Smoke rose from her long raven hair and shoulders and gave off a nasty sulfur stench. “I’ve called his cell phone twelve times. It keeps going to voice mail.” She huffed. “He was our best freaking success.”<br />
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“And we’ll get him here.” In a cage, if nothing else worked. “Tell the photographer to chill. We’ll pay overtime. Then help the staffers with our other clients.”<br />
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They filled every treatment room tonight. Their hissing, growls and howls proved mild compared to the raucous outside sounds. Despite being ninety degrees with equally high humidity, this street in the French Quarter boomed with life. Tourists, musicians, locals and businesspeople partied hearty, each unaware of what went on in the salon.<br />
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“Okay.” Zoe slumped and eyed the dust pile on Becca’s desk. “Ah…sorry for losing my cool.”<br />
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“Not a prob. It’s a very human trait.”<br />
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Zoe showed her teeth. For her, that was a grateful smile. Batting smoke away from her face, she trudged to the door, stopped and stared at the ingredients peeking out from behind the potted plants.<br />
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She didn’t ask what they were doing there or comment about her boss’s lousy magic skills.<br />
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Becca buzzed the reception desk where Heather, another BFF, greeted, scheduled and rang out customers.<br />
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“Heather!” Becca wanted her to work on getting the AWOL client here.<br />
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Still no response.<br />
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Nothing was going right tonight, which made it like the others in their business.<br />
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Swearing, Becca hurried down the hall and searched for Heather. She wasn’t in the break room. There, two vampires guzzled bottles of imported blood. Their pasty skin was almost rosy from the workout they’d been through.<br />
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The guy on the left resembled a young Brad Pitt. He gave her a thumbs-up. The other one, a dead ringer for Colin Farrell, gave her the finger.<br />
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Becca pushed out her lower lip. “Tough night, huh?”<br />
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He hung his head. “This shit is so hard.”<br />
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“But worth it, right? You said you wanted that mortal babe who lives down the street from you.”<br />
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A longing groan poured from him, followed by a gentle sigh. “Unfortunately.”<br />
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Vamps were so cute when they craved a woman for companionship rather than her plasma. “Who said love would be easy?”<br />
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“It could be.” Hope shone in his pale gray eyes. “All I have to do is turn her then she’d be mine. For, like, always.”<br />
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The other vamp nodded in encouragement.<br />
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Becca got tough. “Doing that wouldn’t be playing fair. That’s why you’re here.”<br />
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Although these sorry souls could force mortals to their side for whatever they wanted, including adoration, love like that wasn’t earned. It never satisfied for long. Doing things the human way by wooing the girl and winning her over with nothing except their innate charm was more intoxicating than every power the mortal and paranormal world offered.<br />
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Becca had witnessed it first-hand with her parents. Years ago, her mom could have cast a spell to snare Wade Salt, the only man she’d ever loved, but she’d let nature take its course. Next month, they’d celebrate their thirtieth anniversary.<br />
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A sweet and lasting romance Becca would have liked for herself with a one-in-a-million guy. Wasn’t in the cards. When it came to males, she always struck out whether they were paras or human. “I would hope you’re not thinking of turning a woman against her will.”<br />
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The vamps shot guilty looks at each other.<br />
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They needed additional workouts. Becca made a mental note to have Heather book them every night next week. She pointed at their bottles. “Don’t waste a drop of that stuff. It’s expensive.”<br />
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The one on the left read the label. “Little wonder. Comes from European aristocracy.”<br />
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If that were true, then Becca was Chaz Bono and Paris Hilton’s love child. “Only the best for you guys.”<br />
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She rushed down the hall. Emblazoned on the walls was the company name, From Crud to Stud. Beneath those words the advertising motto read ‘Suppressing the Beast’.<br />
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A creature snarled from behind a door on the left.<br />
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Heather moaned and made pained noises. “Oh, no. Really no. Please no. Try to relax.”<br />
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Snapping noises answered her. Skittering sounds followed.<br />
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If Becca had to guess, Heather had put distance between herself and the guy’s teeth.<br />
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Zoe’s distinctive growl sounded from inside the room. “Stay over there.” Something slammed into the wall. Possibly her fist. “I’ll handle him.”<br />
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A wise plan since Heather was a good fairy whose only power lay in healing. She knew to wait until Zoe had muzzled the guy before fixing whatever he’d hurt.<br />
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Wanting Heather out here, Becca raised her fist to knock.<br />
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Heat and humidity poured inside, along with racket from the street party. Drunken voices mingled with throaty laughter, pounding drums and trumpets. The instruments reached and held their highest notes.<br />
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A guy slipped inside. At least six-three, he had an athlete’s build—lean and muscular, his shoulders broad, hips narrow, thighs powerful.<br />
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Becca’s pulse thumped in her ears, drowning out the other sounds. She stepped closer.<br />
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Classically handsome, he wore his hair preppy-style, longer on the top, shorter on the sides. Those locks were a warm chestnut brown streaked by the sun and tousled, begging for a woman to smooth them back.<br />
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Becca lowered her hand. She hadn’t intended to lift it.<br />
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His golden complexion spoke of days spent outdoors, perhaps from skinny-dipping in a pool, water streaming over his firm pecs and abs, the dark curls between his legs trapping the moisture, his rock-hard cock jutting out, inflexible as iron, sleek as a spear.<br />
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She suppressed a delighted shiver.<br />
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He wore leather loafers, beige khakis and a white dress shirt opened at the collar, the sleeves folded back to mid-forearm.<br />
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The staff had done an outstanding job on this guy’s makeover. No wonder Zoe had suggested him for the advertising pieces. A fat raise for everyone was in order. Maybe even part ownership in this place. They’d made this dude over to the nth degree from…<br />
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Becca wasn’t certain what kind of demon he was or his level in Hell. She’d never met him before. Maybe he’d taken so long to get there because he couldn’t pull himself away from the god he now saw in his mirror.<br />
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He regarded the reception area as one would when seeing it for a first time or through different eyes…a reformed demon’s eyes. Potted plants and feathery ferns abounded. The faux brick floor, coral walls and gas wall fixtures radiated warmth and an earthy, sensual feel in keeping with the area’s culture.<br />
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That was why most paras signed up for the ordeals they’d face here. They were having problems with babes and wanted a solution, even if it was painful.<br />
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Hissing noises flowed from a room on the right. On the left, muffled groans sounded faintly sexual.<br />
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Could be that was why this guy was late. He’d already seduced a new lover and had been reluctant to leave her.<br />
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The thick ridge behind his fly held enormous promise. Some women had all the luck. Becca, on the other hand, had a business to run.<br />
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Reining in her desire, she joined him in the reception area. “Do you have any idea how late it is?”<br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The Cinderella Romances, book 2</span><br />
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All his uncertainties flooded back. Flora had said Andi and Peters were just friends. Was that <i>friends with benefits</i>? And what about that damn Drakos pawing her last week? No, he wouldn’t let those doubts crowd them here on the couch.<br />
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“Partly.” She looked away, and his heart sank amongst the growing heap of doubts.<br />
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“There’s someone else,” he said flatly, working to keep his expression blank and the hurt at bay.<br />
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She met his gaze square on then, no doubt trying to muscle her courage. “There’s something I should tell you.”<br />
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“I’m—” She exhaled hard. “—no good at it.”<br />
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He fought back a grin of pure joy. “I’ll give you lessons.” He pulled her back for another kiss.<br />
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She shoved at his chest. “No. I don’t think I should.”<br />
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“Go ahead. Spit it out.” Even he didn’t like his tone. “You’re sleeping with someone else, right?”<br />
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“No, and I should slap you for that, suggesting I’m loose enough to go out with you while sleeping with someone else.”<br />
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“Then what the hell is it?” he shouted, forgetting all about Flora at the back of the house.<br />
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“I’ve never done it before!” she shouted back.<br />
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“No, you jerk. Slept with someone.” This, she didn’t shout.<br />
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“Holy smokes,” he wheezed.<br />
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She stared at her untouched glass of wine. “I’m not saying you and I will <i>never</i>,” she said softly.<br />
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“Glad to hear that.” He brushed his lips across hers, light as a whisper. Once. “My little sweetheart.” Twice. “My precious—” Three times. Always a charm.<br />
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Should he tell her he wanted to go outside and howl his joy at the moon? To yell to the world what a lucky son of a gun he was? His Andi would be <i>his</i> Andi—proprietary, like his stock portfolio. All his. No one else. A primal sense of possessiveness overwhelmed him.<br />
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“No, sweetheart, not mad. Glad,” he managed, then tugged her close and let his kiss show her exactly how he felt.<br />
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“When you’re ready,” he said against her lips. “<i>Only</i> when you’re ready.”<br />
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Cinderella's fairy tale moves to Jupiter Island, Florida where Lily Foster, owner of an eclectic landscape nursery, is mistaken for a wealthy socialite by billionaire resort developer Rhett Buchanan. Overdue for a little romance in her life, Lily is anxious for one fabulous date with her handsome prince, so she cultivates her inadvertent masquerade.<br />
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Accused of ruining Mae Ballard and faced with a shotgun wedding, Jefferson Lind knows exactly who’s to blame. He’s been taking the fall for Jedediah’s sins as long as he can remember. Mae’s a shrieking shrew, and he hasn’t seen Jed, his identical twin, since they worked digging the Erie Canal together. If he’d been ordered to marry Mae’s sweet younger sister Rosie, instead, he sure wouldn’t complain.<br />
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Rosie’s the only member of her family who believes Jeff, and she’d go to any lengths to free him from her sister’s clutches. But when Jedediah turns up with violent thugs on his tail, things quickly grow more dangerous. Gamblers from Buffalo seize both sisters as hostages, prompting a daring impersonation. Can Jeff and Jed shed their troubled past and win the hearts of the women they love?<br />
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By heaven, to have such a man beneath her hands! He smelled like sunshine, fresh air and tangy male, and it went straight to her head.<br />
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She concentrated on separating herself from the feelings surging through her and failed completely when he suddenly raised his hand and touched her cheek.<br />
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All sense had gone out of Rosie's mind; she had to search it to remember.<br />
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"Oh, that was Mae."<br />
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"Mae?" His tawny eyes narrowed between their swollen lids. "She hit you?"<br />
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Rosie smiled ruefully. "She did."<br />
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"I think you should call me Jeff, don't you? Seeing as how you're the one person in the world who believes I’m not a liar."<br />
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"Jeff," Rosie repeated, suddenly breathless.<br />
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"My misbegotten brother is Jed—Jedediah and Jefferson." Humor tinged his voice. "I'm called after the great president."<br />
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"Never been lucky, no not me." His eyes looked into hers, dodging nothing. "At least, I never was."<br />
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Award-winning author Laura Strickland delights in time traveling to the past and searching out settings for her books, be they Historical Romance, Steampunk or something in between. Born and raised in Western New York, she’s pursued lifelong interests in lore, legend, magic and music, all reflected in her writing. Although she enjoys travel, she’s usually happiest at home with her husband and her "fur" child, a rescue dog. Author of numerous Historical and Contemporary Romances, she resides within walking distance of the Erie Canal.
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<b>Memphis Love</b><br />
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I lie back in the lounger, finding the perfect snooze zone again while soaking up the rays. Then I hear it. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Every single inch of my body is on alert. I sit right back up, pulling down my Ray-Bans on the bridge of my nose.<br />
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I smile.<br />
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I smile like the victor of Titty Mania 2017. Give me the belt, bitches. Hand it right over. She didn’t fall into my lap this time. Nope, it’s so much sweeter because I spot her before she attacks.<br />
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Raylan. She's standing at the bar fifty feet away. Her head is thrown back in laughter. A damn fruity drink is in her hand. Her girls at her side are making her laugh at something. It’s a lingering suspicion, but I know Raylan is never this carefree. The edge of a hot tub is feet away. It’s not her clumsiness I’m studying, but what she’s wearing.<br />
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Or should I say what she’s not wearing? That scrappy piece is a poor excuse for a damn top. I know what’s under it or at least half of it. She has one of those fancy, see through skirts tied around her lower half. The knot is settled nicely on her hip.<br />
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It would take one nip of my teeth to undo it. Fuck, I wouldn’t have to take her bikini bottoms off to taste her. I bet she’s as sweet as those damn drinks she loves.<br />
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“Daddy, antennae.”<br />
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I peer over to the voice ready to glare at the bastard interrupting my daydream, hot shower research supplying spank bank material. But it’s a little boy pointing right at me.<br />
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“That man has Wi-Fi.”<br />
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I squint my eyes trying to put together what the hell is going. He begins racing over to me chanting Wi-Fi.<br />
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I peer down to see if the little bandit is planning to nab any of my personal items. Kids these damn days are too smart for their good. It’s then I see the Wi-Fi. Spandex and a raging cock are not the right combination and a clear signal for Wi-Fi according to young children. The size of my engorged dick could guide astronauts home from Jupiter.<br />
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What has this clumsy girl done to me? I’m a global threat at this point. Draining my remaining drink, I find the perfect excuse to stride right over to the bar where the group of girls are still chatting it up. Hell, Raylan doesn’t notice all the men checking her out. Her friend, Brenna, has at least double Ds and I’d bet my left nut they’re fake. She’s the type the majority of men magnetize to, but not with Raylan next to her. Josi, I’m pretty sure that was her name, is also a knockout with fake assets and plump injected lips. But it’s none of that which attracts me.<br />
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The fuck? I don’t remember any female names, and here I’m studying Raylan and her friends like a first rate stalker. I saddle up to the bar, blocking the group of dickheads drinking in Raylan. My size and width get the job done.<br />
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“Another, hun?” the busty bartender asks.<br />
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I keep up the smolder showdown giving it to her smooth. “Please, darlin’.”<br />
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That does the trick. I hear one of the girls squeal. I know it’s not Raylan but not sure which one it is.<br />
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“Raylan.” I hear a loud skin slap, but I don’t look, pretending to eye down the bartender. “It’s him.”<br />
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Another voice joins. “It is Raylan. Holy shit, he’s on the cruise.”<br />
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Hook, line, and sinker.<br />
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“Who?” Raylan asks. Hell, her voice erects the Eiffel Tower in a matter of seconds.<br />
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“I’d say nipple gate 2017, but it was more of Tit Show Gate 2017 live and in action.”<br />
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There’s an audible gasp. I can feel her gaze soaking up the front view leaning on the bar. My elbow is propped on the smooth wood and my face is in the direction of the back shelf with my legs crossed at the ankles. Most men would flex their muscles right now, putting them in the douche category permanently. I remain calm, playing to ignore the conversation.<br />
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I’m betting today they’ve had a few to drink since their voices are not a whisper when they think they are.<br />
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“You were right about his wiener. It was not your imagination.”<br />
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“Don’t say wiener; we aren’t ten years old anymore.”<br />
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“I told you it was huge.”<br />
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A marriage of nearly half a century faces its greatest challenge when a stranger arrives, bearing life changing news. Although Steve and Kelly Boyd live together, they barely tolerate each other. Marrying in their teens and quickly becoming parents, the separation due to the war in Vietnam forms the foundation for the next forty-five precarious years.<br />
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Filling the empty marriage with the companionship of her twin sister, Karen, and the family she made with Steve, Kelly’s life revolves around her six adult children.<br />
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The stranger’s sudden appearance clarifies so much about Steve’s lifetime behavior to Kelly.<br />
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Heartfelt conversations at the local coffee shop where son Reggie works as a barista, help the family resolve differences, build new relationships, and grow in acceptance of one another.<br />
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At the end, love outweighs everything.<br />
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Before night fall, Kelly Boyd’s life revolved around her marriage and children. After sundown that same day, many of the things she’d based her life on would no longer exist.<br />
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In Michigan, autumn meant apple cider and donuts; pumpkins piled high at every market, the pungent smells of campfires in backyard fire pits, and hay bales stacked decoratively on suburban porches instead of in horse and sheep troughs. Loving fall the best out of all the seasons, Kelly hoped to spend part of the upcoming weekend visiting a local cider mill with her children and grandchildren, initiating the onset of autumn. No one questioned what the weekends would bring; Kelly had something planned for each one far in advance. Looking forward to it all week, the excitement and anticipation made the stress of her job recede. Kelly didn’t need vacations; cruises and trips to exotic places held no interest for her because her family provided all she needed in life. </div>
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Simmering away in the back of her subconscious was a seed of non-specific unease that grew and festered if she gave it too much of her attention. A common occurrence for her, she thought it was simply women’s intuition instigating worry with no foundation. Sticking rigorously to her schedule no matter what; her husband, Steve once joked that he could be having a heart attack on the floor, and Kelly would finish whatever task she was doing before she’d stop to call 911.<br />
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“That’s not even funny,” she replied the first time he said it, frowning, but he wouldn’t relent.<br />
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The routine had become essential for her wellbeing. After a week of grueling hospital work as a nurse, Kelly spent each Friday night cleaning house so the weekend would be free. Dinner long over, she’d talk on the phone to her sister with reruns of Hoarders on the television as background noise while she cleaned. Steve, her husband of over forty years, sequestered in his basement man-cave watching sporting events on a ninety-inch flat screen, was oblivious to whatever Kelly was up to until he heard the vacuum running.<br />
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On this particular Friday, the weather was warm; the last days of Indian summer in progress, and in honor of it she’d left the front door open, locking the storm door. While mopping the wood floors that covered the dining room and front hallway, she heard a car pull up in front of the house.<br />
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“Hold on for a minute,” she told her sister, holding on to the phone.<br />
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Going to the door, she looked out at a Yellow Cab that had stopped directly in front of their house. A tall, thin, man got out of the back, and leaned through the window to chat with the driver. Kelly saw him reach into his pocket to retrieve paper money, watching as he counted out bills, handing them through the window. The driver drove off, and it wasn’t until then that Kelly realized the man was headed to her house.<br />
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“Beaver, come,” she called to the dog in a low voice.<br />
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Their shepherd - boxer mix obediently came to her side and gave a low growl as he watched the man walk up the steps. Wishing the TV wasn’t on so loud; if she needed to yell for Steve, he’d never hear her. Standing with the mop handle in her hand, the young man came up the steps, smiling. Attractive, clean cut, and possibly Asian, she thought if he’s going to attack me, he’d bust through the door right away, but the dog would get him.<br />
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“Hi, I’m sorry to show up at this hour. Is Augustus Boyd here?” he said loud enough to be heard through the glass.<br />
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It was uncommon for someone to come to their house late, and never for her husband. Kelly hesitated, wondering if she should at least ask his name, or why he wanted to speak to Steve, but decided against it; she’d let Steve handle it.<br />
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“I’ll get him. Wait here just a moment.”<br />
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The young man nodded his head, and Kelly, on a whim, shut the big door and locked it, putting her mop handle against the wall, moving quickly to the basement landing. She opened the door and ran down the steps. Steve looked up when she entered his den.<br />
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“What’s up?”<br />
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“There’s a man at the door asking for Augustus.”<br />
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“Did he give a name?” he asked.<br />
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She shook her head. “I was standing there like an ass with the door wide open cleaning when the cab let him out, and all I thought of was how quickly I could get the door shut without offending him.”<br />
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“Who’d come here in a cab?” he said, his lips set in a line.<br />
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“I have no idea.” Kelly stepped aside so Steve could get to the door.<br />
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Opening it, the young man looked at Steve, smiling. They watched each other, looking into each other’s eyes.<br />
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“Can I help you?” Steve asked, his heart pounding, the unfamiliar intrusion upsetting.<br />
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Not a deep thinker, something told Steve this man would alter the course of his life.<br />
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“Can I talk to you in private?” the young man asked, looking around Steve’s shoulder at Kelly.<br />
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Steve looked at her, too and shrugged his shoulders. He unlocked the storm door.<br />
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“Sure,” he said, stepping out onto the porch, closing the door behind him.<br />
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Kelly wondered what could be so important, or so private that the man couldn’t talk about it in front of her. Picking up the phone, she spoke, but her sister had hung up. Calling her back, for the next ten minutes, they speculated about who it might be.<br />
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“I’ll call you as soon as I know what’s going on,” she said before hanging up.<br />
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Walking to their bedroom, she grabbed the linen hamper, circling through the rooms on that floor to grab what needed washing, taking it to the basement. Nothing, not even a mysterious stranger could disrupt her routine. Moving clothes from the washer to the dryer, she then fed more dirty clothes into the washer. If she timed it right, she‘d have all their laundry done by midnight.<br />
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Life had become regimented for Kelly and therefore tolerable; grocery store after work at the beginning of the week, housework on Friday, visiting on Saturday, outings on Sunday. Monday she’d start all over again, cooking for the week, visiting her children when she could in the afternoon, often lingering over their kitchen tables long after she should’ve been home. Getting things done, being organized; that was what mattered to her. Having every area of her life under control was what brought her anxiety-ridden thoughts into submission.<br />
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Their six children lived locally. Augie, Jr., twins Ben and Lisa, Ken, Reggie, and Alice. Two were married with children of their own; they lived in houses and apartments spread around town. Proud of her children, she and Steve had worked hard to educate them, and they were all employed in some form.<br />
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Running up the stairs with a basket full of folded laundry, she yelped when she opened the door, Steve standing in the kitchen surprising her.<br />
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“You scared me. Who was it?” she asked, taking the laundry back to their bedroom.<br />
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“I’m going to drive him to his hotel so he doesn’t have to wait for a cab,” he said, picking up his wallet and money clip off the dresser.<br />
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“Who is he?” she asked again, making his and hers piles on their bed.<br />
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“Steve, who is it?”<br />
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“The son of a friend,” he said. “I’ll be gone about an hour. Do you want anything while I’m out?”<br />
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Trying to think what friend had a son who’d show up on a doorstep at ten at night, no one came to mind. Steve was a pipefitter, and the shop where he worked had almost a zero turnover. When he retired in one more year, it would be the first opening they’d have in almost fifteen years. She knew everyone he worked with, and his friend-pool, although she could hardly say they were friends, was made up of other pipe-fitters. They’d all worked together since they were kids. Could it be a son of someone from work? She picked up the phone, wanting to speculate with her sister. It was almost eleven, but she knew Karen would still be up, running the vacuum.<br />
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“Your husband will drink a six pack tonight. How good can that be for his liver?” Karen said. “Pour another glass of wine. You deserve it.”<br />
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“That’s not a bad idea,” she said, going to the fridge. “I’m going to do it right now.” She took the bottle out and poured a healthy glass of wine. “Okay, I’m all set. Thank you for listening.”<br />
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A trek through the mountains to Iran--with her baby, her puppy, her secrets, and the man she must never love.<br />
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Two years ago, abandoned, despondent, and pregnant, Olivia was pressured into letting her sister and her sister’s husband, the sultan of Behruz, adopt her baby and pretend he’s their natural child. Her sister died soon after the baby was born, so Olivia has been able to raise her son after all. The sultan lets her stay in the palace, but if she ever reveals the baby’s true parentage, he’ll make sure she never sees the child again.<br />
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Now rebellion threatens the country. And the baby’s real father, Rashid, has returned. He arranges for Olivia and the baby he doesn’t know is his to escape with him to Iran, traveling under cover of the nomad migration.<br />
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Can Olivia spend nights in a tent with Rashid without succumbing to the attraction that has always drawn her to him? Can she survive the trip without revealing her secret and without losing her heart to him once again?<br />
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When the meal was over, the women helped her put on her nomad costume. They wanted to do everything. Their hands were all over her, pulling at her sweater and trying to open the snap and zipper of her jeans. They giggled and exclaimed when they saw her small, pale breasts, but the biggest source of delight turned out to be her lacy briefs. She was relieved when they covered her with the new clothes.<br />
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“This reminds me of a wedding,” Fatima said when they all stepped out of the tent. “When a Qashami girl gets married, the women all help her dress in her wedding clothes and then they escort her to her husband’s tent.”<br />
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Walking toward the tent of her “husband,” Olivia felt like a bride. The mantle framed her face and fell down her back like a bride’s veil, and the long skirt swayed with every step. Rashid stood in front of the tent talking to Saddiq. He was wearing a long shirt and a wool vest like those worn by the other men. Time stopped for several heartbeats when his eyes fell on Olivia. He seemed to straighten up, to become taller, and everything about him became very still.<br />
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She met his gaze boldly. The petticoats swished around her legs when she walked. She felt the swing of her arms, the sway of her hips, even the slight bounce of her breasts. All the women stood behind her, waiting for Rashid’s reaction.<br />
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“Spin around again like you did for us in the tent,” Fatima whispered to Olivia.<br />
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Rashid’s nomad clothes made him look primitive and very male. His eyes were intent on her, like the eyes of an animal watching its prey. He was motionless except for a slight quivering of his nostrils.<br />
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Olivia lifted her arms slowly, and the women stepped back away from her. Then she began the pirouette. She moved as if in a trance. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. But still the skirt rose, its colors blurring as she spun, and she felt dizzy and flushed when she stopped. She gave Rashid a smile that came from some new knowledge.<br />
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“You are a temptress,” he said in English. His eyes were dark pools that beckoned her to tempt and be tempted.<br />
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“The ladies are waiting to see what you think of their handiwork.”<br />
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He stepped toward her and reached his hand up to touch her face at her temple. Then he slid it down until it cupped the nape of her neck. A shiver of response rippled through her, but she didn’t move.<br />
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“She is very beautiful,” he said in Farsi. “The costume is perfect. She is perfect.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. The speculations and remarks of the nomads hushed. A crow cawed in the distance, and then it was silent too. She was mesmerized. She felt possessed.<br />
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Laila’s trip to Behruz, her father’s country and home of her early years, is meant to be one last adventure before she joins her dreamboat fiancé in Texas. But Behruz casts a spell on her. Her knowledge as a midwife is needed there. Serving women’s health in a country where no one talks about “such things” presents interesting challenges.<br />
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Majid, a doctor trained in the States, has returned to Behruz to serve his people. He’s ready to settle down, but because of old family wounds, American women are forbidden to him. That’s no problem until Laila walks into his clinic—with a sassy smile, a jar of semen, and a blond fiancé back home.<br />
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I grew up in Minnesota but now live in a small town in Oregon with my husband Jim. I’m a mom, grandma, wife, gardener, cat-lover, nerd, and traveler.<br />
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I’ve had a few different careers, starting with work as a systems engineer for IBM after college. Then there was my “earth-mother” stage. Jim and I had a farm in northern California where we raised kids (one of our own and several foster kids), apples, Asian pears, and raspberries. When we retired from farming and moved to Oregon (when we should have been done with the parenting thing), we added one more child, a 10-year-old girl adopted from a Russian orphanage.<br />
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Next, when our new daughter was settled into the family, I became a doula and childbirth educator. (See <a href="http://www.doulajudy.com/">www.doulajudy.com</a> and <a href="http://www.mexicanmidwives.com/">www.mexicanmidwives.com</a>) During 20 years of working as a doula, I helped 460 women in labor.<br />
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During a sabbatical from career number one (computers), I spent a year in the Middle East, traveling and camping in a Landrover. Later, Jim and I spent a year and a half in Iran working as computer engineers on a project that was meant to modernize the Iranian phone system (but was interrupted by the revolution). I based the fictional country of Behruz on Iran and Afghanistan as I knew them back then, before war and political turmoil altered both countries.<br />
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Now, at last, I’m fulfilling a lifetime dream by writing. My second romance novel, Midwife in Behruz, which will come out at the end of 2017, draws on my experience with childbirth. I’ve just started plotting the final book in what will be a trilogy of stories set in Behruz.<br />
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Nothing could drag Kristen McConnell back to re-enacting. Nothing, except the wedding of her best friend. Maybe Creed Graham wouldn’t attend the 150th Battle of the Wilderness. Maybe she wouldn’t see him even if he was.<br />
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When Creed discovered Civil War reenacting, he knew it held everything he loved: history, horses, sleeping under the stars, guys drinking beer by the campfire. There was nothing better. Then he met Kirsten McConnell. And she ruined everything for him.<br />
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The Wilderness held his salvation. He knew she would return after three long years. This time he would erase her from his heart for good.<br />
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While the Battle of the Wilderness rages in explosions of cannon fire, Kirsten can no longer avoid Creed. Will they continue their war or will there be an Unconditional Surrender?
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Where else in the entire world but at a reenactment could one cross the lines of history, camp near a forest and go shopping at the same time? She marveled at the people in period clothing as they browsed through the shops—a 19th century shopping mall made of canvas tents. Thousands of men, women and children wandered through the tents for items made especially for reenactors.<br />
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The sounds of approaching horses jarred her attention from the earrings. Her hands trembled so much she dropped the jewelry back into the case.<br />
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Just because there were cavalry, didn’t mean Creed would be riding with them. Maybe he hadn’t even come, Kirsten rationalized. Perhaps he gave up reenacting long ago.<br />
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But as the pounding hooves on the dirt road grew closer, her heart mimicked their thunder. She wiped the perspiration from her quivering hands onto her skirt.<br />
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Get it over with. You’ll be anticipating him to be on every horse you hear or see. On the other hand, if she could avoid him for the weekend, she wouldn’t have to address the problems that plagued her so long.<br />
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Yet, if she came face-to-face with him again, she might be disappointed. Could it be that only his memory caused her heart to flutter? Impulse drove her to the edge of the sutler’s tent. Hiding behind the rows of Confederate butternut jackets hanging at the edge of the tent so he wouldn’t see her, she peeked over the clothes as the tide of Yankee blue surged upon her. She glanced from face to face, searching for the one who made her anticipating heart threaten to burst from her body.<br />
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The snake-like column drew to an end. No Creed. Relief overcame curiosity, and she glided from her hiding place.<br />
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Then, as if the devil played with her heart, he appeared at the tail of the procession. Their eyes met. He squinted through the dust at her. Beneath his slouch hat, a frown creased his forehead, and his teeth clenched.<br />
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Recognition. Yes, he recognized her, and she recognized something also. If she ever doubted, she appreciated that he was still the most handsome man in the world, at least to her. Steeling herself, Kirsten faced the man she would love forever.<br />
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As he neared, she recalled his tousled hair when he woke at her side and how his original declaration of love caused her to sob so hard she couldn’t answer. Most of all, she remembered the look in his eyes as they glowed with desire.<br />
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Yet today was different, not just because they already had loved each other or because he proposed and she accepted. Her heart still trembled as it had every time she looked at him, but today was different mainly because a young boy, perhaps two years old, sat before him on the saddle. The child was a close duplicate of Creed from his black hair covered with a Yankee kepi to the boots on his tiny feet. He looked up at Creed with a smile and adoration.<br />
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When Celine St. Pierre is murdered under the canopy of oaks on St. Charles Avenue, questions arise about this New Orleans sainted woman, and Assistant District Attorney Claressa Dupré vows to find the answers. Top of her list of suspects is the sexy Texan, West Morgan, IV.<br />
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Wealthy oil baron Weston Morgan, IV, arrived in New Orleans on a mission to return to Texas what Celine St. Pierre stole from him and his family. But the woman’s death throws a monkey wrench in the works and pins him as the top suspect in the murder investigation. Further complicating his life is the beautiful but determined Clarissa Dupré, whom he can’t seem to get close enough to or far enough from.<br />
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As the investigation spirals out of control, Clarissa and Morgan find that nothing is simple in The Big Easy.<br />
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The evidence against West Morgan in Celine St. Pierre’s death practically stuffed the valise she carried. Yet she lacked the most important: motive. Why had Morgan come to New Orleans? Why had he killed Celine? What circumstances had driven him to murder? Not that she needed a motive, but she’d learned juries preferred it.<br />
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Astonishingly, his attorneys had asked to meet with her.<br />
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“Mr. Morgan.” She glanced up from her notes. Eyes cold, calculating, and conceited gazed back at her through hooded lids. Celine St. Pierre hadn’t stood a chance.<br />
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“I only have a few questions.”<br />
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“Take all the time you need,” he answered. “I’ve nothing else on my agenda today.”<br />
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“Why did you kill Celine St. Pierre?”<br />
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“Didn’t you?” She glanced at the three attorneys, and suddenly she envisioned the three monkeys: see, hear, and speak no evil. “Then prove it to me.”<br />
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Removing the Stetson, he threaded his fingers through his hair. “Hell, Honey, I don’t have to. Remember? I’m innocent until you prove otherwise.”<br />
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Honey? She’d worked long and hard to get where she was. No one called her, “Honey.”<br />
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His hand was on the doorknob.<br />
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“Mr. Morgan, you agreed to answer some questions.”<br />
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After several anxious moments, Morgan shrugged off his attorney’s instructions not to answer. “Ask away.”<br />
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Glancing back at the note pad where she had listed the questions, she proceeded. “Why did you sell more than half of your assets before you came to New Orleans?”<br />
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He sat in the hard wooden chair at the end of the table, like a corporate giant ruling his boardroom. Crossing one leg over the other, he rested his ankle on his knee and his Stetson on the table. His long legs appeared to go on forever.<br />
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She asked again, “Why did you sell off your assets?”<br />
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“Ask my accountant.”<br />
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“I have.” She waited, hoping he would reply. Nothing.<br />
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“Why did you put all of it into checking accounts?”<br />
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“I’ve been to New Orleans before,” he said, and Claressa inched forward, anticipating his answer, the last puzzle piece. “Knowing your city’s reputation, I didn’t want to carry that much cash on me.”<br />
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Smart aleck. “And why would you need that much money during your visit?” At least this cowboy didn’t spurt four-letter words at her. Or lunge for her throat. Not yet, anyway.<br />
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Thankful for the civil atmosphere, she took a deep breath and a different route. “How long have you known Celine St. Pierre?”<br />
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“West.”<br />
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“Mr. Morgan, why did you kill Mrs. St. Pierre?”<br />
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He shot forward so quickly that Claressa jerked back. West leaned as far as possible over the wide table and demanded, “Look at me.”<br />
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She tilted her chin defiantly, met his gaze, and tried to seem undisturbed.<br />
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“I’m successful. I’m rich. Why would I have to kill someone?”<br />
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“Rich people kill all the time. Don’t you read the news? Why would you kill Mrs. St. Pierre? What’s the connection?”<br />
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Patricia Charles remembers going to the public library when she was a small child. The library was only a block away. Because she was too young to cross the street alone, her older brother reluctantly volunteered to take her. Of course, she wouldn’t let him carry her books. She was a big girl. She had so many books she had to balance them with her chin, and she cried when she had to return them. Books have been in her life as long as she can remember.<br />
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Her love of books eventually lead her to the theatre. She has a Master’s of Arts in Drama and Communication and a Master’s of Library and Information Sciences. Naturally, she is a librarian, a medical librarian.<br />
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She is a member of the Romance Writers of American, Southern Louisiana Chapter of RWA and Celtic Hearts Romance Writers. In 2013, she won Best Historical and Highest Overall Score in the Dixie Kane Contest.<br />
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Patricia lives on the Gulf Coast, having moved there from New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. Frodo, her large 16-pound Pomeranian, likes to lick her feet while she writes.<br />
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Fenian Warrior, Conn MacRoich has traveled the earth for thousands of years, guarding the realm between mortal and Fae. His deeds are legendary. Yet, one mistake will force him on a journey to fix a broken time-line. However, on Conn’s quest, he must face a human female who will eventually bring this ancient warrior to his knees.<br />
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When Ivy O’Callaghan inherits her uncle’s estate, she never imagines there will be more secrets to unravel, including the one she hides from the world. With the help of a mysterious stranger, she learns to trust and step out of the shadows. However, nothing prepares Ivy when she learns Conn's true identity.<br />
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Putting a fist to her mouth to stifle the laughter, Ivy turned when the front door to the pub blew open. The cold blast of air lashed across her face, but she gave no care. Her mouth became dry as the man stood there blocking what little light remained in the sky. His silver-blond wavy hair whipped around his chiseled face shaded by a light beard. Yet, it was those eyes that bore into hers—holding her captive. Were they silver or ice blue? She blinked several times, and swallowed.<br />
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The giant stepped into the pub and closed the door. Ivy’s gaze traveled the length of him as he made his way past her to the bar. She couldn’t help but follow him with her eyes. He was sinfully dressed in all black—jeans, boots, leather jacket opened to reveal a black tee. He was magnificent.<br />
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“Sweet Brigid,” whispered Erin. “Have the Vikings invaded Glennamore again?”<br />
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The woman’s words snapped Ivy out of her lustful trance. She looked at her friend. “Vikings in Glennamore?”<br />
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Mac placed her coat over her shoulders and chuckled. “Do not fear they were banished many centuries ago. I’ll go see what the Viking wants. I’m sure he’s only passing through and needs a pint and some food. There’s nothing in Glennamore to raid.”<br />
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The room blurred, and Ivy brushed a hand over her brow. “Not a Viking,” she uttered softly.<br />
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Erin placed a hand on her arm. “Are you all right?”<br />
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Ivy lifted her head. The gorgeous man leaned against the bar as Mac made his way to him. “I said he’s not a Viking.”<br />
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Erin smirked. “You could have fooled me.”<br />
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The man straightened as Mac pointed a finger directly in Ivy’s direction.<br />
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Ivy was unable to move, the words tumbled free as if spoken by someone else. “He’s an ancient Celt.”<br />
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The stranger immediately glanced her way, shock registering across his face as if he had heard her spoken words.<br />
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“Good Lord, you’re as white as a sheet, Ivy Kathleen.”<br />
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She barely heard Erin’s words. The Celt moved toward her, a frown marring his handsome features. A tremor slithered down her spine as she lifted her head up to meet his gaze.<br />
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“Ivy O’Callaghan?” The soft burr of his voice brushed over her face, and she couldn’t determine if it was Irish or Scottish.<br />
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Her mouth stayed dry, making her unable to acknowledge the man’s question. Nodding slowly, she took a step back. Then the Celt smiled, and Ivy thought she would melt right there on the floor. How could anyone look that gorgeous?<br />
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Erin nudged her. “Forgive my friend, Ivy Kathleen, she seems to have lost her voice.”<br />
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Recovering her wits, Ivy replied, “Sorry. I’m done telling stories about my life in the States.”<br />
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The Celt arched a brow. “Not interested in your stories. Sean Casey sent me to inspect your repairs.”<br />
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Smiling, the man nodded. “Most of his life. I’m Conn MacRoich.”<br />
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Scottish paranormal romance author, Mary Morgan resides in Northern California, with her own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return.<br />
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Mary's passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. She spent far too much time daydreaming and was told quite often to remove her head from the clouds. It wasn't until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling--writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories.<br />
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Out of the Box Awakening is a women's seasoned contemporary romance about second chances, shared passion and shared joy. Jennifer Theriot has written a compelling series about what happens when two people over the age of forty find new life and new love for themselves.<br />
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I started narrating audiobooks a year ago in 2016. I own an online book rental company and I did a small voice over bit for a marketing piece. A lot of friends said I really ought to look into doing voice over work. So I started out reading recipe books until I understood what works and what doesn’t work, how best to improve the sound, how much I could speak before my voice ran out, and how best to use the software. Once I felt comfortable navigating all these factors that go into audiobook recordings, I started narrating children’s stories.<br />
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I can’t say I have one favorite genre over another. I quite enjoy reading children’s books because you can vocally explore a wide range of voices (many silly voices which are fun). I enjoy adult fiction that fall under first person romance or thriller, because I can delve into the character’s emotions and it taps into my theatrical side.<br />
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<b>Do you like input from your authors as far as voice styles or photos of the muses for characters? And is that helpful to you as a narrator?</b></div>
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I find voice samples and photos are extremely helpful in knowing what the author saw when they wrote the book. It is especially helpful for long stories with many characters. This helps delineate the characters from one another if you know the actors in real life. The downside can be if you don’t recognize the actor or their character type, then it becomes a concern whether or not you are adequately representing the character as the author intended.<br />
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<b>So, you got the audition request for Out of the Box Awakening. What made you accept it? Was there something about the story line or character that drew you in?</b></div>
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From the very first paragraph of Out of the Box Awakening, I was drawn to Olivia. There was a wonderful vulnerable quality to her. Jennifer Theriot did such an amazing job of capturing her inner voice, that I knew I wanted to be the voice for Olivia. I also read a lot of the reviews from people that purchased Jennifer’s books and there were some amazing reviews that I knew this would be a book I would not only enjoy narrating, but reading. For a long book (it was estimated at 15 hours), it was important it was a book I would enjoy reading, and I was not wrong it was an incredible story.<br />
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Aside from Olivia, Todd is hands down my favorite character. I love the breadth of his character from unapologetic bad boy to hopeless romantic. I enjoyed narrating his lines when he would both swear like a sailor whilst at the same time espousing the merits of love, friendship, and kindness. </div>
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Communication with the author along the way is an absolute necessity. Yes, I can narrate a book without any input, but it would be terrible to find at the end that you didn’t get the character as the author intended. What I really enjoyed about working with Jennifer was how easy it was to develop a bond with her, even though we live on opposite sides of the planet. From the start, I knew I would like Jennifer and I immediately felt an obligation to do her story justice. I also felt her supporting and cheering me on as we advanced through the chapters. When you have an author that is excited for the narrator and appreciates the work, it makes it so much more rewarding!<br />
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<b>You’ve received some pretty high accolades from Jennifer Theriot. How does that make you feel about doing future projects with her? Would you consider doing any more books in her Out of the Box series?</b></div>
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Using one of Olivia’s favorite sayings- “without a doubt”. I would jump at the opportunity to work with Jennifer again. Once I started narrating the final chapters of Awakenings, I felt both thrilled and melancholy to be finishing her story. Not just because the story was ending, but also because it has been such a breath of fresh air working with an author that cares so much for her story, for her narrator, and for the overall experience. I could tell that this story was more than just an endeavor for her. It is a story that lies close to her heart.<br />
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Outside of narration, I actually wear a few hats. I own an online book rental company in Denmark. I started it when I first moved here and started my little family. Books and most consumer goods in Denmark are expensive. There is a large second hand market here for that very reason. I was always an avid reader; as a child I was the first one running out to the book mobile. I saw that both my children held this same joy for books, but our libraries only carried about 30 English books. Whilst they would learn Danish and primarily speak Danish, I wanted to read to them and I wanted them to learn English. So I started owlbooks.dk for other expats that found themselves in the same situation.<br />
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I also do post production work. My clients are primarily professionals (no Hollywood movies yet). Most of the productions are online projects from commercials, to youtube video logs, coaching and strategy projects. These are a lot of fun and I enjoy the diversity of the projects.<br />
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I have had the pleasure of narrating nine titles. My repertoire entails cook books, children and young adult books, and adult fiction. I’ve been a child, a witch, a vampire, a celestial being, and an amazing woman by the name of Olivia.<br />
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Aside from playing the piano, I love sitting in front of the computer learning new things around the creative digital space. These are the two hobbies that I do on a regular basis, but I’ve delved into so many hobbies and as part of my quest to experience life to the fullest I hope to never stop taking on new hobbies. Many years ago I started taking flying lessons where I got to fly Cessna aircrafts. I was nearly complete with obtaining my private pilot’s license when I wound up moving and no longer lived close enough to my flying club. That was such a thrill and I do hope to take up lessons again.<br />
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If my history has taught me anything, it’s that there is no telling what my future holds. The beginning never follows a finite line to the end. I started off in this life as an orphan from the ravages of war and I was adopted into a wonderful family of six, worked and traveled throughout the world, and wound up in Denmark as a mother of two angels sent from heaven. I can only hope that my future holds wonderful experiences surrounded by people that I love and care for.<br />
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USA Today Bestselling Author Jennifer Theriot (pronounced Terrio) hails from the Great State of Texas. She is a career woman, working as CFO of a Texas based real estate investment firm. She felt something was missing and discovered her passion for writing--mostly at night and on weekends. In her limited spare time Jennifer enjoys being outdoors; preferably somewhere on a beach curled up with a good book. Spending time with family and friends, watching a baseball game and enjoying a good bottle of wine are usually on her to-do lists. Jennifer has three grown children and is also 'MiMi' to four beautiful grandkids - all of whom she adores.
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Her best-selling Out of the Box Series, OUT OF THE BOX AWAKENING, OUT OF THE BOX REGIFTED, OUT OF THE BOX EVERLASTING and TOCCATA OBBLIGATO~SERENADING KYRA are currently available on Amazon.com.
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Jess hates aliens. After the invasion that destroyed Earth, the extraterrestrial bastards sold her to a brothel as a sex slave. She may have escaped but the old memories and fears still linger in the dark corners of her mind. Supposedly Sonis is just the place for her—somewhere safe, where she can heal and start fresh. She’s almost hopeful…until she meets Rasha, her new boss.<br />
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Rasha, Captain of the Sonis Royal Guard, is a warrior through and through. He’s huge, sinfully sexy and could have any woman on Sonis—but the woman he wants is Jess. He’s very much an alien and Jess knows she should hate him or at least be wary, but whenever he’s around, she loses control. She tells herself it’s only sex—amazing, mind-blowing sex like nothing else she’s ever experienced—but there’s something about Rasha that shakes her soul. The feel of his skin against hers, the look in his eyes as he touches her—they make her want to believe it’s possible to find love and begin again.<br />
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The guards turned their way and pointed. There was no mistaking it this time. The guards were coming for them and didn't appear too happy about it either. Jess tensed, locked her jaw and balled her fists. JB moved to her side, partially blocking her view.<br />
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The group of three overly large males stopped in front of them. "JB and Jess?" The bass tones of the speaker's voice resonated in her chest.<br />
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JB hooked his thumbs in his pants. "Depends on who's asking."<br />
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The guards exchanged surprised glances and the speaker widened his stance. "Rasha, Captain of the Sonis Royal Guard." He folded his thick arms across his chest and stared down at JB.<br />
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The way he stood, his movements, his speech, all spoke of leadership. He was big, bigger than the others. His muscles bulged and glistened. All the hours he must have spent perfecting that body... </div>
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<i>Shit. Did I just moan out loud?</i> Her heart skipped a beat as eyes of pure amber locked on hers.<br />
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A nerve ticked in her jaw. She squinted. <i>I don't remember him from the brothel.</i> "Asshole," she said under her breath. He was probably one of <i>them</i> just the same.<br />
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Of course she had something to say. She cocked her head to the side. "Lay off the free weights, Gigantor." JB nudged her but she couldn't stop there. "Or stop the prison-themed workouts."<br />
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Why couldn't she stop? Insults spilled from her mouth at will, especially when she felt threatened, which was now.<br />
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Before the giant could respond, JB interjected. "Please excuse my ward. What can we do for you?"<br />
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Jess snorted at JB's use of the word "ward". As if he actually had some control over her actions. Hell, she couldn't even control them.<br />
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The giant continued to watch her as he said, "I was sent to retrieve you both from the transport bay."<br />
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"Oh." JB ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry about that. Eva didn't meet us there so we tried to make our own way."<br />
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The giant broke eye contact with her and studied JB. "I am sure Eva gave you clear instructions to wait."<br />
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Jess rolled her eyes. "<i>Pft</i>."<br />
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The giant glared at her again. "Female, if I want to hear you talk I will ask you a question."<br />
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She straightened her back. <i>Well now, this might get interesting.</i><br />
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JB grabbed her arm, tightening his grip. "Jess, cool it before you get us jumped," he warned.<br />
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Yeah, she would cool it all right. It wasn't her fault Gigantor hadn't met them sooner.<br />
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<i>Really.</i> "Keep me in place?" Jess side stepped around JB. "What makes you think he can?" She thumbed toward JB. "Or that I'm even <i>his</i> to keep in place?"<br />
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"I swear your mouth is going to get us killed one day." JB moved in front of her and pressed his back against her chest. "Jess, I can maybe survive a fight with one, but not three," he whispered over his shoulder.<br />
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<b>In a pirate’s lair, nothing is as it seems...</b><br />
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Shipwrecked! When Royce Hastings is found washed up on the shore of a verdant tropical island, he tells the natives he is a merchant headed for Mozambique. The truth, however, is far more mercenary. Noble by birth, the once favored Royce has lost his fortune and family; now he is a hired henchman on the trail of an elusive pirate. His “shipwreck” was a fake. He’ll stop at nothing to infiltrate the island and capture his prey. His mother and sisters’ lives depend on it.<br />
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The last thing Royce expects is to be captured himself. But the lovely young woman who tends to his wounds in the tropics quickly takes hold of his heart. Simone is the island’s healer, and her skilled ministrations not only awaken his soul but disturb his conscience. His path has been predetermined; his identity must remain concealed at all costs. Yet the passion he feels in Simone’s sultry, loving arms cannot be denied. With his loyalties torn, Royce must make an agonizing, unthinkable choice...<br />
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Simone padded to him, pulse racing. His bed-mussed hair showed her how he’d look once he enjoyed her. She fought her urge to smooth back the strands. “Bonjour.”<br />
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He made a noise that sounded aroused.<br />
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Her heart beat faster. “Finish your bacon, please. While you eat, I should change the sheet.”<br />
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He chewed quickly, swallowed, and lifted his face.<br />
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She couldn’t imagine anything more pleasant than his mouth on hers. “You can sit in the chair while I tend the bed. Let me help you to it.” She slipped her arm around his middle.<br />
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He favored his uninjured leg, brow furrowing, breath coming hard and fast.<br />
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She stroked his bandaged thigh. “Does it hurt?”<br />
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“Bloody right it does.”<br />
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He pressed her against the wall, imprisoning her wrists, his length molded to hers. “You’re driving me mad. I can’t take any more of this. I won’t.”<br />
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He slanted his mouth over hers.<br />
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She surrendered willingly, joyously, accepting his tongue, melting into him.<br />
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His savage growl told her all she needed to know. He desired her.<br />
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She’d never been more alive.<br />
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His touch branded her soul, claiming it, marking her forever. She twisted free from his hold and wreathed her arms around his shoulders, her fingers buried in his silken hair to keep him near.<br />
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Their greedy and wild kiss turned tender and slow.<br />
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She ground her hips into his, needing to be closer.<br />
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He held her so tightly nothing could come between them.<br />
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Pleasure sped from every direction, filling her.<br />
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Forever wouldn’t have been long enough to enjoy him. His bristly cheeks rasped hers, the mild sting encouraging her to yield further. She longed to wake up each morning to him and this.<br />
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Whatever the future brought, Simone refused to dwell on loss. She’d willingly belong to him for a moment rather than have no time at all. In two or three months, she’d say good-bye. Not today.<br />
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Royce tore his mouth free and limped to the footboard, too far away from her.<br />
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“Simone.” James knocked. “Are you in there?”<br />
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“Good. Tristan wants to see you as soon as you dress. I brought a clean shirt and breeches for you.”<br />
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Simone put out her hand, stopping Royce from crossing the room. “Stay where you are. Rest your leg.” She smoothed her hair and opened the door.<br />
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James handed the clothes over. “Once Royce is dressed, I’ll escort him to the dining room.”<br />
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“I have to put a new poultice and bandage on him first.”<br />
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“No rush.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the opposite wall. “I’ll wait.”<br />
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“I should shave you.”<br />
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“Tristan’s not going to wait for that. I have to get dressed.”<br />
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“Not before I change your bandage.”<br />
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“It’s fine. Do you have a towel?”<br />
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She clasped the clothes to herself and kept her voice low. “I enjoyed our kiss, did you?”<br />
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He glanced around, then dried his face on the bedsheet. “What happened shouldn’t have.”<br />
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“Why not? I want you and you want me.”<br />
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“Give me the clothes.”<br />
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She twisted, keeping them from him. “Are you worried that someday you’ll leave? I know you will. We can enjoy each other until then.”<br />
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Her stomach cramped. “Why not?”<br />
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“There’s no point, no future. You deserve better than me.”<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Gavin Donnigan left the Marine Corps a shell of a man, hounded by guilt for deaths he couldn't prevent. But teaching a self-defense class at the local gym brings some stability to his life―along with a gorgeous woman who won't give him the time of day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Zoe York lost her twin sister to a freak car accident a few months ago. She's been struggling to bury her grief, but it isn't until she signs up for a self-defense class with its distractingly hot instructor that she begins to come out of her shell again. With the memory of her sister telling her to live a little, Zoe decides a fling with buns-of-steel Gavin Donnigan might be just the thing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Soon they're sparring both in and out of the gym. And for the first time in a long time, each is looking forward to tomorrow.</span><br />
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Gavin chuckled, then turned to Zoe, only to see her watching him, her gaze intense. “What?” She looked like she either wanted to run him over, punch him, or—dare he hope—kiss him.<br />
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“I’m just waiting for one of your incredibly fascinating comments about pink pants, small biceps, or fine form.” She didn’t sound too winded, yet she’d been on the machine for a good ten minutes at least. She was in phenomenal shape—those yoga pants didn’t lie.<br />
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He frowned. “Hey now, your biceps are just fine. Nothing small about them.” He didn’t recall ever criticizing her shape.<br />
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“I meant yours,” she said drily.<br />
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“You really are mean.”<br />
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She scowled. “I am not.”<br />
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“You are. That’s why I like you.”<br />
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“That’s a terrible thing to say.” Her lips curled, and his heart raced.<br />
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“Yet true.” Before a nearby musclehead could jump on the machine that opened up next to her, Gavin stepped in front of him, blocking the way. “Sorry, man. I’m training her.” He turned around, searching for a free machine. “There you go. That one just opened up.” He pointed out a machine in front of them before facing Zoe again.<br />
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The guy gave him an odd look and shrugged. “Well, I’m not gonna kiss you, but I get it. Poor bastard.” He chuckled and walked away, no harm no foul.<br />
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Before Gavin could ask what the guy was talking about, Zoe cut in, “Training me? Liar.” She slowed her machine to a walk.<br />
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Gavin put on a hurt look. “But I am training you. To smile. Slowly but surely, I’m working on that last nerve. The same one I’m constantly rubbing the wrong way on everyone else, according to my siblings. They, like you, have no appreciation for my sense of humor.” He bent over to touch his toes, luring her with his flexibility. When he straightened, he noticed the strange look she gave him.<br />
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Zoe glanced at him a moment more before grinning. Man, she had one sexy mouth. “Oh, I don’t know. I appreciate humor as much as the next gal.”<br />
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“Yeah?” He stared in awe. Her bright eyes were so…blue.<br />
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“How about this?” She added a husky laugh that shot sparks through his chest and radiated all over his body.<br />
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“You have a great laugh. You should do it more often.”<br />
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“Oh, I will.” She chuckled some more. “Thanks, Gavin. You really made my night.” Then she shocked the hell out of him when after getting off her machine, she leaned close to kiss him on the cheek.<br />
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“Th-thanks.” God willing, he could control himself with the woman. “Not that I don’t deserve that, but what made you kiss me? Uncontrollable lust? Finally owning up to your feelings? Realizing you’re in love with my charming self?”<br />
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She looked on the verge of exploding with mirth. “You sure you want to know?”<br />
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“Well, yeah, before we set our wedding date, at least.” He grinned at her. But she laughed again, and he had a feeling it was at—not with—him. He frowned. “Okay, what?”<br />
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She cleared her throat, her humor still plain to see. “Well, Smoky, there’s a sign on your back that says <i>Kiss me if you pity men with small brains.</i>”<br />
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“I feel for you. It’s not your fault size really does matter.” She snickered again before leaving him busy staring over his shoulder at the mirrored wall behind him.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">With the eldest Donnigan brothers adjusting to civilian life, their younger sister constantly in trouble, and their little brother clueless about life in general, falling in love is the last thing on anyone's mind...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The Marine Corps was everything Landon Donnigan ever wanted in life...until a bullet sent him home with a medical discharge. Teaching a self-defense class at the gym is old-hat for a marine, but when he meets sexy Ava Rosenthal, his combat skills are useless for protecting his heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ava can take care of herself and likes quiet, bookish men-not muscular warriors who think women need to be coddled. But Landon is more than he seems, and when they come together, the results are explosive.</span>
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On the cusp of turning thirty, Hope Donnigan is getting her life together. She’s working in a job she likes, has good friends, and has finally stopped dating Mr. Wrong. Entirely. So she should have no problem ignoring J.T. Webster. He’s big, bad, and totally what she should be steering clear of.<br />
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J.T. fell for the hot blonde months ago at his sister’s wedding. Having seen what love did to his father, he’s never felt close to a permanent relationship with a woman. But Hope gets to him. When he agrees to be her pretend boyfriend to annoy her mother, he never expects their fake relationship will be better than anything real he’s ever had. Before he knows it, he’s falling in love and not sure what to do about it.<br />
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But someone else wants Hope all to himself, and that someone isn’t happy about J.T. being in the picture. Soon, J.T. and Hope will have to deal with a secret admirer, her protective family, his annoyed sister, and their feelings for each other, which aren’t so pretend. But sometimes, there’s only one thing to do when you’re falling in love. And that’s let yourself go.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Marie Harte has over 100 books published with more constantly on the way. She’s a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after. Visit Marie's website and fall in love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Pam of Babylon series, book 15</span><br />
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Just when life settles down to a dull roar for those people whom Pam holds closest to her heart, the pendulum swings in the opposite direction and everyone is tossed into the air. Who will they hold on to as they fall back to earth?<br />
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Gladys finds the son she gave up at birth forty years ago; he's a single firefighter on Staten Island. At their first meeting, he sees Pam's beautiful daughter, Lisa. Will it be love at first sight? His appearance at the beach coincides with a long laundry list of drama involving Ryan and Maggie Lily, Alison and Ryan.<br />
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Who isn’t going a little crazy? Even Dan and Julie, who maintain the most peaceful existence, have a little fire lit under them when Julie’s sister, Angela brings Tamara home for a sleep over.<br />
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Cara is offered an ultimatum, and she doesn’t like the choices. But when she takes Lisa’s advice, and chooses what will be best for her son, something wonderful happens.<br />
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Pam and Randy take a trip to his cabin out west with sensational consequences.<br />
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Big Ed leaves Gladys, his wife of almost forty years for Melody. The unexpected? Gladys falls into the arms of the eligible bachelor, Dave, owner of Organic Bonanza. Will it be a case of I'd don't want her, you can't have her?<br />
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Sandra starts up an unusual relationship with her late ex's ex-wife. But history might repeat itself; Sandra can not be trusted.<br />
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July. Fire House A-89, in the northeast corner of Staten Island. Early Saturday morning, as the sun rose, fire fighter Dale McGuire stripped off turnout gear and hung it to air out on a hook on the outside of his locker. Coming in from a call for a small brush fire at the side of the highway right before the Verrazano Bridge entrance, Dale looked forward to coffee, something to eat, and bed for a nap, in that order.<br />
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Grabbing a towel, he walked to the shower, whistling.<br />
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“McGuire is happy this morning,” his colleague, Paul shouted, coming on his shift<br />
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Chuckling, Dale nodded. Life was so peaceful, if it weren’t for the fires he fought, the lives occasionally rescued, he’d have to consider getting a hobby just to prevent boredom from setting in. Mind a blank as he lathered up, he thought of getting home to his dog, Tilly. She’d be on the back of the couch, waiting for him.<br />
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“Jesus buddy, I’m embarrassed to strip in front of you,” Paul said, pointing to Dale returning from the shower. “Look at this guy’s abs.”<br />
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Quickly pulling his towel up higher, Dale laughed. “You’re not my type,” he said over the hilarity. “I won’t watch you if it’ll help.”<br />
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Locker room banter took some of the pain the exhaustion the night shift firefighters experienced away. “See you Monday,” Dale said when he was dressed, grabbing his duffle bag.<br />
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He lived in the house his late parents’ left him on Todt Hill, within walking distance to the firehouse. Volunteering there during high school, he bypassed college, much to his parents’ chagrin, and took a full time position as a firefighter rather than go away to his father’s alma mater in Philadelphia.<br />
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“It’s an honorable position, Douglas,” his mother had said in Dale’s defense. “Don’t make yourself sick with disappointment.”<br />
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“I wanted our son to follow in my footsteps. A McGuire at Penn is a tradition.”<br />
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Twenty years later, they were both dead, a fatal car wreck snuffing out the lives of Dale’s favorite people. Walking up the hill, he glanced up at the imposing structure in the bright morning sun. It was a grand house, but too big for a single man approaching middle-age.<br />
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Parents gone almost three years, he’d taken over the house as his own and couldn’t imagine anyone else living there with him. The scariest part of that; he knew he was becoming so set in his ways that if he didn’t fall in love soon, it might be too late. Feeling a sense of impending adventure in there air, there was definitely excitement looming. <i>Hold it together, buddy,</i> he told himself. <i>You probably just need sleep.</i><br />
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Don't You Forget About Me ✯ Dream Lover ✯ Prayers for the Dying</div>
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Family Dynamics ✯ The Tao of Pam ✯ In Memoriam ✯ Soulmates ✯ Save the Date</div>
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I'll Always Love You ✯ Beach Spirits ✯ South Shore Romance ✯ Meet Me at the Beach </div>
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Pam's Adventures in Babylon ✯ Second Chance</div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The Watchers series, Volume 2</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">by Chris Shuler</span></div>
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<b>Genre:</b> YA Paranormal
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After the events at South End Church, Topher and Shannon discover a message that they are not the only Archangels in the world...they must follow the clues and try to bring them into the fight against Azazel and Ashley thus the Prophecy continues! One will live….one will die...and only one will survive!<br />
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I hit another table then heard a table nearby me move. Then another. Then another. Whatever it was it was closing in on me. Tables were now flying around the room some were toppling over. I heard Jordan scream behind me and David yell, “Topher! Get out of here!”<br />
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When whatever it was got within a few tables of me I started to hear a lower guttural growl. Turning in the direction of it I instinctively raised my arms to my face thinking it was some sort of dog coming at me. As my arms crossed across my face I caught a glance of huge shadow of something hairy leaping at me. Its weight tossed me down across a table and slide me to the edge and topple over the other side. I felt a hot breath bearing down on me mixed with a harsh growl. The weight of whatever it was crushing the air out of me. As my arms were locked in front of me I saw a glow come off my wrist. Kithara. She was glowing now. It lit enough I saw the grotesque animals face staring down at me. It was not like anything I've ever seen. This was a dog from hell. It was evil and twisted and was doing anything it could to kill me. Fangs snapped at my face above my locked arms its spit was splattering on my face. When Kithara touched its fur she singed its skin and yelping in pain but it didn't lose its focus. Redoubling its effort it tried to force itself down to my exposed face. David and Jordan screamed across the room trying to figure out what was going on. Ashley was close by laughing at my impending death.<br />
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David held up a finger and said, “I will be right back.”<br />
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After a few silent moments, he returned placed a long case on the table in front of us. He flipped the two latches and opened the top and inside was a sword. Its hilt was pewter and blade a dull gray with beautiful designs from the tip to the handle. Once I laid eyes on it the sword sang to me. It echoed through my soul.<br />
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“Oh my God,” Shannon whispered. “Is that what I think it is?”<br />
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“Only one way to be sure,” David said. “Topher, pick it up.”<br />
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“I….do not know,” I whispered without taking my eyes off it. “I'm afraid.”<br />
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Shannon took my hand from across the table. “Topher, don't be afraid. I'm right here.”<br />
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I nodded to her, I loved her, she had been my guide throughout this and has never steered me wrong so I trust her.<br />
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Looking back down to the sword, I reached out my shaking hand and touched the hilt. It felt warm to me instead of the touch of cold metal. Once I took the hilt into my hand the song in my soul became loud and beautiful. It was like something turned on inside me that had laid dormant forever and was now fully awake. A hum rose and wind circulated around us. Jordan whispered, “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. It's true...he is really Michael and that's Kithara!”<br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Dark Souls series, Book 3</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">by Jamie Begley</span></div>
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<b>Genre:</b> Paranormal Romance (heat level 4/5)<br />
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The beautiful daughter of Fate should have never been let inside his domain. He should have thrown her out the first time she lifted her lovely gaze to his. He didn’t.<br />
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That was my first mistake.<br />
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The second was when I touched her.<br />
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As the king of the Underworld, I have that right, don’t I?<br />
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Not according to her.<br />
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That was my third mistake. I should have never let her speak.<br />
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The mistakes just keep coming, one after the other, until I make the biggest mistake of all.<br />
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I fall in love.<br />
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Refusing to beg him to let her leave, she then realized she just had when she had thought of it. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to block her thoughts from him.<br />
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She then felt him behind her before he touched her, taking her wrists and pulling her hands away from her hair.<br />
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“There is no way to block your thoughts from me.”<br />
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Being so close to him, and his touch on her wrists, had her biting back a moan.<br />
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Jerking away, she went to sit on her bed, then decided that was the last place she wanted to be with Hades so close. She went back to the table, placing it between them. “If you’re not going to let me go, then you can go.”<br />
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She didn’t have time to react before he transported himself to her side, jerking her to him.<br />
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The heat of his body had her nipples pebbling under her sweater as her breasts were crushed against his chest. She refused to look away from his furious expression.<br />
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“I can bring you to your knees with a single thought. Don’t tempt me to prove it to you by allowing yourself to continue your charade that I don’t affect you. I can make you do anything I want. Things your virgin body hasn’t even dreamed are possible.”<br />
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“You can force me to do many things.” She made herself stand still, ignoring the growing wetness between her thighs. “But even a god can be hurt,” she cooed, licking her bottom lip suggestively as she jerked her knee upward, forcing Hades to release her as he doubled over in pain.<br />
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She didn’t run, knowing her door was locked. Bravely, she simply waited for Hades to straighten, staring at him defiantly as he took a limping step toward her.<br />
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“You just made a mistake you’re going to regret.” With a wave of his hand, Zerina found herself being transported. She closed her eyes to combat the feeling of vertigo as his power surrounded her. When she felt ground under her once again, she opened her eyes.<br />
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Even Mother heard the screams that came from the bowels of the earth, causing the heavens to weep along with her.
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Cara, a powerful Moirae, finds herself stranded on Earth made human by an enemy of her mother, Fate. Lost and alone, she is forced to accept the reluctant help of Jericho Hawk. Jericho is determined not to become involved with Cara, even as their sexual attraction for each other cannot keep them apart. When Cara's Cousin Grimm appears and proves Cara's crazy stories are actually true, he must overcome the horrors her mother is responsible for to gain an eternity with the woman he has come to love.<br />
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Sons of Sanctuary MC, Austin, Texas Book 4</div>
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CAN BE READ AS A <i>STAND ALONE</i>.<br />
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A biker who walked away from a SoCal outlaw club came to the SSMC seeking a quiet life that might become a long life. Little did he know he was jumping out of the frying pan into the fire when the club president asked him to fill a marker owed to a Texas Ranger.<br />
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Win Garrett chose the fast track option to respect and a full patch with the club, but things changed when the daughter of the Marauders' prez caught his eye. Now all he wants is to get out alive with the little blonde bombshell who has his heart clenched in a vice grip with passion pink fingernails.<br />
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<b>"Suspense, loyalty, brotherhood, compassion, humor and romance...Sons of Sanctuary has something for everyone."</b><br />
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“I could be marked. Clubs have a way of figurin’ things out.”<br />
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“That’s why it’s gotta be up to you. Full patch comes with full backing. Of course.” Win looked out the window, seemingly working through all the pros and cons. “You left your old club in good standing. Right?”<br />
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“So they’d speak for you if asked.”<br />
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“I suppose. The leadership had become kind of… unpredictable.”<br />
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“That happens. If you were asked, just explain it like that.”<br />
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“You sound like you think I’m sayin’ yes.”<br />
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“Got a feelin’ you’re leanin’ that way. Am I wrong?”<br />
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Win shook his head. “No. You’re not wrong. Kinda wish you were. I was just gettin’ the accounts set up and…”<br />
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“When you get back you’ll have that plus a lot more. You do this for us, you got our trust with our backs and our money.” Brant took a sip of coffee and then said, “But not our women.”<br />
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Realizing that his anxiety and indecision was creating tension in the room, Win consciously decided to lighten the mood. He grinned. “Your wife is…”<br />
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Brant said, “Stop right there, prospect. You got no call to say a word about the mother of my sons. No matter how beautiful and smart and polished and rich she is.” Brant grinned, but in a way that was more menacing than teasing. “You need some time to think about it?”<br />
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Win shook his head. “Thinkin’ about it’s not gonna change a thing. So no point. I guess I’m in. But for the record, I’d like to have it known that I’m not into reckless or suicidal. Got your word that my loyalty won’t be questioned? I mean if I survive?”<br />
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“I got a strong feelin’ you’re gonna be back as a full patch member. If I didn’t believe that, I wouldn’t have even brought this up. But I’ve been doin’ this long enough to say that when my gut speaks, I listen up.”<br />
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Win gave a nod that was both slight and unconvincing, more an acknowledgement than an agreement. “And I have your word that my loyalty won’t be questioned again. Ever.”<br />
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Brant stilled and looked the younger man squarely in the face so that he could absorb the seriousness and sincerity of the answer. “Yes. You do. I’m gonna call the Ranger right now, with you sittin’ there. So stay put.” Brant punctuated that order by pointing to the chair underneath Win’s firmly muscled behind.<br />
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“Call me back,” Brant said into the phone. “While we’re waitin’, why don’t you tell me if there’s somethin’ I need to look after regardin’ the accounts you’ve been messin’ with.”<br />
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Win took exception to the term ‘messin’ with’, but chose not to challenge the club president about his word choice. He opened his mouth to reply, but Brant’s phone rang. Brant looked at the face of the phone and accepted the call.<br />
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“He’ll do it. But if anythin’ goes wrong, you’re gonna answer to me personally.” Win could hear the muted sound of a vocal response, but couldn’t make out the words. “Stipulation. He’ll have full immunity. No. Matter. What. And he will not testify to anything later. He’ll give you a one on one confidential debriefing. In secret. Just the two of you. This is a deal breaker. Take it or leave it.” Brant paused to let the other man respond. “Just to reiterate. We’re talkin’ about a month maximum. And, if anything, I mean anything, goes south before that, I don’t care if it’s an hour after arrival, he’s outta there.”<br />
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As Win sat and listened to the one sided conversation his respect for Brant blossomed. The prez negotiated like a lawyer and seemed to really give a damn about Win’s future.<br />
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Brant hung up and looked at Win. “Gotta protect our golden goose.” Brant opened a drawer and pulled out a new burner phone.<br />
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Brigid was a graduate student at the University of Texas. It wasn't hard getting her thesis approved, but finding a Hill Country motorcycle club willing to give her access to their lifestyle was starting to look impossible. Then she got a lead. A friend of a friend had a cousin with family ties to The Sons of Sanctuary. Perfect. Or so she thought.<br />
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Brash was standing in line at the H.E.B. Market when his world tipped on its axis. While waiting his turn to check out, his gaze had wandered to the magazine display and settled on the new issue of "NOW". The image on the cover, although GQ'd up in an insanely urbane way, was... him.<br />
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After reading the article, he threw some stuff in a duffle and caught a plane to New York, on a mission to find a mysterious asshole walking around with his face.<br />
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Brandon St. Germaine was at the top of the billionaire playboy heap when he learned about a side of the family that had been kept secret. He left New York, moved to Austin, and took most of the corporate empire with him.<br />
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His dad, president of the club his grandfather founded, spent three decades converting the club's income sources to legitimate business dealings. One of the biggest earners was the security service. When a ridiculously wealthy, but justifiably frightened father hires the SSMC to protect his daughter from the psycho she's divorcing, Brand gets the job.<br />
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Cannon Johns was a man who'd once had the world in his hands and lost everything. When he rode his Harley underneath the motel office overhang just after midnight, he was soaking wet and looking for the only comfort life still had to offer. The escape of sleep.<br />
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After being told there was no food available at that time of night, he pulled his ride into the room he'd just rented and went looking for dinner in the vending machines. When he was eight feet away, he saw movement by the Mountain Dew column. In addition to being bone weary, world weary, and out of options, he was out of sorts with no patience for shenanigans.<br />
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"Come on out of there and state your business." He had to raise his voice to a near-shout to be heard over the pounding rain.<br />
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After a slight hesitation, a small figure emerged in a yellow plastic poncho, the kind you can get at the grocery store for a couple of bucks. As soon as she reached up to pull the hood back from her head he knew it was a woman by the delicate size of her hands and the way she moved.<br />
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The light was dim, but he saw her clearly as if it was noon on a bright sunny day. His late wife had once told him that he had to change out the light fixture in the kitchen because "nobody looks good in fluorescent light". The girl standing in front of him was proof it just ain't so.<br />
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Her eyes were violet blue. And wide. He wasn't sure if that was because of fear or misery. Like him, she soaking wet. Unlike him, she was shivering. Whether that was from fear or cold he couldn't guess.<br />
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The rich characterizations come from being a lifelong student of behavior, casually, and a serious student of behavior academically. She also studied comparative religion, myths, and Dark Ages history.<br />
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“Liz, move over to the next seat but keep your hands on the wheel until I get there. Sandra, you and Harley get underneath the cabin into the berths, one on each side, and keep your heads down. We’ve got to stay balanced. This is going to be a rough ride.”<br />
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Mike got his ass in the seat, turned catty corner into the waves, and gunned the engine. The Whaler, made for stability in the surf, cut through it but crashed and rocked wildly between the swells. An air horn rolled back and forth across the deck, adding the effect of a ticking clock to an already nauseating ride.<br />
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The cuddy cabin kept the worst of the spray off them, but Mike had to unzip his roof panel and stand up to see over the salt encrusted windshield. A wave lifted the entire boat out of the water.<br />
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“Hang on!” He crouched and braced for impact. I hope everyone is where they’re supposed to be or we’ll flip. His lungs were about to burst.<br />
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The door thudded from side to side in knee-deep water. The motor bobbled and threatened to stall as the propeller came out of the water. He’d been out in weather this bad, but his two-way radio had been on and someone knew where he was.<br />
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Mary stood at the stove, stirring and filling bowls with noodles and dumplings and gravy. He smelled lily of the valley, her favorite perfume. Wine-tinged bile rose into his throat. The light dimmed, and all the other voices in the room went silent as she hummed some catchy 80’s tune. The glass fell from his hand and shattered, but he didn’t hear the glass breaking or feel the blood-red wine soaking his feet.<br />
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“Dad! You okay?” Allison ran toward him.<br />
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The room brightened. “Yeah, my hands were still wet.” He eased himself down to the floor to pick up the glass shards.<br />
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“Careful, don’t cut yourself.” Mary knelt beside him. Her hair smelled like lily of the valley as it brushed his cheek.<br />
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Mike reached for her, and tumbled into the void when she vanished. He landed on the heel of his hand, miraculously avoiding the splintered glass, coughed, and shook it off. “Get me a paper towel. Damn. Waste of good wine.”<br />
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Allison mopped up the spill. Concern etched her face. “Dad, you’re exhausted!”<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Carole Ann Moleti lives and works as a nurse-midwife in New York City, thus explaining her fascination with all things paranormal, urban fantasy, and space opera. Her nonfiction focuses on health care, politics, and women's issues. But her first love is writing science fiction and fantasy because walking through walls is less painful than running into them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Books One and Two in the Unfinished Business series, Carole's Cape Cod paranormal romance novels, Breakwater Beach and The Widow's Walk, were published by Soulmate. Book Three, Storm Watch, is due out June 28,2017. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Urban fantasies set in the world of Carole's novels have been featured in Haunted: Ten Tales of Ghosts, Seers: Ten Tales of Clairvoyance, Beltane: Ten Tales of Witchcraft, and Bites: Ten Tales of Vampires.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Carole also writes nonfiction that ranges from sweet and sentimental in This Path and Thanksgiving to Christmas to edgy and irreverent in the Not Your Mother's Books: On Being a Mother and On Being a Parent.</span><br />
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My name is Kyan Miller and I have the ability to change into an Eagle and soar above the Earth.</div>
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A curse placed on the family in 1626 resulted in all the male members of my family having this unusual ability from the age of sixteen.<br />
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I work for the Government in Covert Operations. I can obtain information, other operatives cannot. This mission is one of my most dangerous to date. The US is being flooded by Cocaine from South America and the Governments of these two countries are working together to put a stop to it. They have been receiving valuable intel from two US operatives. Until .... one operative is found dead. The other is missing - Analia Rogers has neither been seen nor heard from for three days, we don’t know if she is dead or alive. I have been sent into the Alvarez family’s drug compound to find answers.<br />
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I’m on an inflexible deadline, in three days time, the compound will be blown to smithereens but there are details the Governments aren’t aware of which could place their forces in danger. Can I get the word out in time to prevent them from being slaughtered?<br />
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What I find inside the compound has my anger soaring to nuclear levels. Am I in time? Is there anything I can do? And, who has betrayed us?<br />
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Soaring above the jungle in a warm air thermal is my idea of Heaven on Earth. Mother Nature is on display in all her magnificent glory. Oranges, reds, and yellows of Bromeliads glisten in the sunshine, water droplets not yet dried by the warmth. Water Lilies bob in pools of water topped up by overnight rainfall. Rubber trees, Acai Palms, Kapak, and Balsa stretch skyward competing for sunlight. The jungle is never quiet, never sleeps. By day, critters scurry about on the forest floor, a symphony of bird calls including Toucan and Macaw fill the air as they call to each other. By night, a cacophony of owls’ hooting mingles with the chirping of crickets and the sound of frogs who are partaking of their evening meals.<br />
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Mice, spiders, crickets, small and large snakes, a veritablesmorgasbord of tasty treats, but not for me. I have a human’s appetite. I eat like a man and have the strength of a man, no fifteen pound limit for me.<br />
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I flap my wings once and propel myself into another thermal above me. I could stay up here for the rest of my life, given the choice. But, I’m not here in El Supa to enjoy myself and take in the sights, I’m here on serious business.<br />
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My name is Kyan Miller and I work for the Government in Covert Operations. My ability to change from human form to eagle makes me a valuable asset in the war against drugs. I was first alerted to my ability to ‘shift’ eleven years ago, on my sixteenth birthday.<br />
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My parents had thrown me a ‘Sweet Sixteen’ party but I felt listless, disinterested in my friends, the food, and the games. By the time everyone left, late in the afternoon, I was irritable, exhausted and my head pounded. My father had recognized the signs and taken me out the back for a private discussion away from my sisters......<br />
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Smiling, he took a breath. Her head on his shoulder slipped lower. He wrapped an arm around her, turning toward her slightly until her head lay on his chest. Either he’d gotten good at doing that or she was a heavy sleeper. Probably the latter, not once when he carried her to bed had she woken.<br />
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His gaze slid from her face to her hair. He threaded his fingers through it. So soft. So thick. He spared a glance at the television and realized he missed an important plot point. Now, he was lost. Nothing new. He never paid much attention to the movie once she dozed off. He just sat there and watched her sleep. Often, he ran his hand through her hair like he was then. Every once in a while, he looked to the screen. And when he did, he remembered the movie would be over soon, and then, he’d have to force himself to stop staring at her, carry her to bed, and head home.<br />
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Worse part of the night, heading home.<br />
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Her eyes narrowed, but she kept her cool, speaking low and calmly. “Go to hell, <i>Cuss</i>. I don’t need saving especially from you.”<br />
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The muscle in his jaw jumped. Breathing heavily, each of his breaths hit her face. “Want me to count all the times you needed me?”<br />
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Would he? Even the thought sprung tears to her eyes. Truth, she didn’t know if he would. As good a man she knew him to be, he also shut her out of his life.<br />
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She wouldn’t stand there and find out. She turned on her heel.<br />
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The warmth of his body consumed her. Her body, betraying her, molded against his. She forgot why she was angry, why she had every right to be.<br />
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She had to focus, had to remember. “You want to let Blaze, Rake, and everyone who walks by know if it hadn’t been for you, I could’ve been raped, twice? Or no, three times, if you count my stalker.” Her voice trembled.<br />
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“Fine. Be a dick. I needed you then…”<br />
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His arm around her waist tightened, leaving her without breath. Simultaneously, he covered her mouth with the other, muffling her words. “Shut it, Tiff. Fuckin’ shut it before I lose my shit,” he whispered against her ear, voice low and laced in rage.<br />
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Jilted at the alter, Ethan Sheppard finally got a dog. And he loves their bonding trips to the dog park. He's also the secret cartoonist whose drawings poke fun at the city leadership and might hurt the mayor's chances at reelection.<br />
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After Cassidy and Ethan meet, she asks for his help to manage the pups, and along the way, he learns she will be fired if she can't identify the cartoonist to her boss. But telling her will cost his job.<br />
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Jake pulled eagerly at his leash, his long tail whipping in the air as they neared the park entrance. Swinging the gate open just enough to allow them through, Ethan unhooked the leash, releasing Jake. With a bark, he was gone, racing to join his canine pals.<br />
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Looping the leash through his belt, Ethan stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans and studied the attendees. He offered a friendly wave to some of the doggie moms and dads that he knew. A few of the dogs came up, wagging around, begging a pat, before racing off again.<br />
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Ethan spun around at the feminine purr behind him, feeling himself go tense. “Yep, he loves these morning runs,” he replied to the brunette standing almost eye to eye with him. He’d figured out pretty quick Gwen was hot into him weeks ago. The fact that she came to this park, when there were others closer to her, was a good indicator. She never brought a dog, so he surmised she just came to prowl around, sniffing for available males. And it seemed he was pretty high up on her list of desirable ones. So far, he’d been unsuccessful in convincing her he didn’t return the favor. He wasn’t into needy lionesses on the hunt. She had a way to make him feel like a chunk of raw meat.</div>
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She inched closer, enough for him to breathe in her almost overpowering perfume. Some floral stuff mixed with more flowers. Sort of like walking into a funeral parlor full of sympathy bouquets. Her ample bosom brushed his sleeve and he inched further back.<br />
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“And what about you, Ethan? What do you love in the morning?”<br />
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He could imagine what she wanted to hear, and he wasn’t about to encourage her. He rocked back another step. “Coffee,” he replied instead. “Bacon and eggs. Pancakes.”<br />
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Her hopeful smile slowly faded. Whatever she might have said back was lost when he heard a cry of frustration and a gleeful bark. Whirling, he looked for the source of the sounds.<br />
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“Remi! Stop that!”<br />
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He recognized the little brown and white ticked dog racing freely now that his leash was dropped. Or pulled from the hand of the woman in bright red heels. Heels? At a dog park? Her black business suit and red hat looked equally out of place. And didn’t she know you were supposed to take their leashes off inside the fence? Apparently not, because the other little dog was still attached to her leash as well, wrapped around the woman’s wrist. Now that her partner was free, the little blond and white dog spun in circles, mad to join him. In her hand the hapless women clutched a cell phone, wedged up near her ear.<br />
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Rocking back on his heels, he took in the show, smothering a smile. Remi, full of freedom, darted just far enough to stay out of reach but close enough to keep the woman in pursuit. The woman, a pretty, petite blond with a serious up do topped by a rolled brim chenille hat, stumbled along in her heels and all but dragging the scruffy Chi/terrier along. She alternated between hissing at Remi through clenched teeth and then pushing the phone back to her ear to talk rapidly to someone.<br />
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Seeing she wasn’t making much ground, Ethan settled himself on a bench to watch, arms spread out comfortably. Gwen faded away like a ghostly specter. He remembered Remi, a Parsons Russell terrier and Australian Shepherd mixture, as being a handful on the best of days. The smaller one, a terrier/ Chihuahua and question mark, always struck him as a cute, well behaved pooch. Except, he’d never seen the pair here with the blond. He’d definitely remember her.<br />
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“Remi!” She whispered fiercely to the little dog, who was having a delightful time, barking over his shoulder at her. She pressed the phone back up. “No, Adam, I agree we have to stay on schedule with this project. Any delay now could be disastrous. Tessa, come on! Yes, I have a meeting tomorrow with Mr. King and I should have some solid answers then.” She lowered the phone, eyes cutting into the dog. “Remi!” She slapped the phone back to her ear. “What? No, everything’s just fine, why do you ask? Where am I? Oh, out enjoying one of the offerings of our fine community. It’s such a pleasant morning, I thought why not, right?” She offered a strained chuckle.<br />
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It was all Ethan could do to hold back his laughter. Clearly, she was trying to hold a meeting of some sort. Didn’t she know a park, full of barking dogs and yelling people was the last place for that?<br />
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Finally, she hung up the call, tripping over Tessa’s leash. Checking on Jake, Ethan climbed to his feet. He’d have to save these dogs from this woman or this woman from herself, he wasn’t sure which.<br />
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Ryan Jo Summers is a North Carolina writer who pens romances with a twist. They may contain any number of elements: Christian, humor, mystery, paranormal, sweet, shape-shifting, or time travel. Her dad is a songwriter and his aunt wrote poetry so writing must be in the family genes.<br />
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