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January 27, 2017
Undone by Destiny (Blue Star Shifters #2) by Allyson Young
Blurb:
Desiree lost her heart to Tahl before he moved away, pursuing a redheaded shifter. Devastated, she somehow managed to hope he got what he needed. Except, being part Fae, she now believes she’s cursed him. Tahl has returned, unmated, refusing to share what transpired.
When Tahl pursues her, realizing what she has always meant to him, Desi desperately avoids, her guilt—and refusal to be second choice—a deterrent to her heart. Her twenty-fifth birthday approaches, and hot from the chase, Tahl corners her. He triggers her heat and she must allow him to assuage it, however outraged and resentful she might be.
The redhead follows Tahl, refusing to accept his mating—he can’t be bonded should his mate die… The males fail to thwart the nefarious plan, and the true nature of both females is revealed. Only one bitch can win and keep Tahl’s heart, and Desi won’t lose.
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Excerpt:
Now that he was here, he was stalling, and he grimaced. Nothing much scared him, but the female presumably inside the cabin… He forced his feet to carry up the short set of stairs and opened the front door with a confidence he didn’t feel. Until he saw her.
Huddled on the couch, facing him, was his future mate, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—or scented. Cheeks flushed, hair now streaming in wild abandon and clothing awry, she glared at him, her rage muted by the trembling need radiating from her tense body.
“Baby. I got here as soon as I could. I—” His attempt at an apology was overridden as Desi lurched to her feet.
“It’s not fucking fair that I have no recourse in this, Tahl. It’s a done deal because you decided. You. And now I’m stuck with you. I have to submit to your … physical attentions so I can function.” She laughed, a harsh mimicry of her usual, musical burst of sound. The one he hadn’t heard in his vicinity for a very long time but had never forgotten. The dichotomy scalded his senses.
She stood, her body shaking, the hormonal flux pouring off of her, and he balled his fists to keep his hands to himself. A vastly angry Desiree was an incredibly beautiful and appealing female and his wolf seethed with impatience against her siren call. Tahl shoved his animal back and cudgeled his brain for something that would soothe her. Some sense of self-preservation kept him from offering his heart. It was quite likely she’d carve it out of his chest and eat it with a spoon.
His breath stuttered as with awkward, jerky movements, she yanked at the front of her silky shirt, the fine fabric rending beneath her impatient hands. She threw the remnants in the general direction of the couch before working at the zipper on her little skirt. The garment slid over her thighs to pool around her ankles, his avid stare tracking it as the black lace of her matching panties was revealed as well as the long length of her legs. She stepped out, nearly losing her balance, and kicked the material away.
This was so not how he imagined it. Throat dry, he closed the distance. “Desiree. Easy, baby. Let me—”
“You’ve done enough, Tahl,” she coughed out between shuddering breaths. “Now do what nature intended.” Her pretty bra popped open and her breasts were displayed. Sitting high on her narrow torso, they were in perfect proportion to the rest of her, though visibly swollen with need, the dark nipples beaded tightly.
Everything in him screamed to take her right fucking now, his cock so hard it hurt, his wolf groveling. Groveling. With inner strength he somehow drew from somewhere, perhaps his conscience, maybe his aching heart, he wrestled his libido into submission and hugged her instead. Trying to offer her comfort. His eyes closed against the intense draw of her soft, silky skin, the heat of her radiating intensely to the very marrow of his bones.
Desiree wrestled free, wild-eyed and flushed. Surely no other male would have been so fucking stupid as to trigger his future mate’s heat on the side of a goddamn highway and then leave her unfulfilled? He cursed himself again.
She scrabbled at the fine stuff of her underwear and it met the same fate as her shirt. Tahl drank in his first sight of the female who was his, all creamy skin and smooth curves, the soft dark hair at her apex neatly trimmed. But she was shaking harder, out of control, the scent of her arousal overwhelming him, and instinct took over.
With economic movements, he stripped off his own clothing. Desiree swayed, her eyes tightly shut as she panted through the tiny whimpers falling from her lips. He spoke her name even as he gathered her up and bore her down on the wide, soft couch, but she wouldn’t—or couldn’t—open her eyes.
There was no time, or need, or foreplay. He’d left her too long. Testing her preparedness with one finger, he grunted his satisfaction. Soaked. Her thighs opened wide for him as he maneuvered between them, her arms splayed and her head thrown back. She writhed, her wolf clearly right at the surface, and her whimpers escalated both in volume and quantity.
Recognizing the time for fucking couldn’t be put off by conversation, however necessary, he fit the weeping crown of his cock against her opening. Wet, sultry heat engulfed him as he surged inside on a desperate thrust. And froze at her muffled yelp.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck. Me.” He wrapped her up, working his arms beneath her shoulders to tuck her as tightly against him as he could manage while holding his cock steady, giving her time to adjust. It was his turn to screw his own eyes shut in order to concentrate on not moving one fucking iota. He’d just taken her virginity, and even his wolf paused in its desperation to claim her.
Buy Links:
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/undone-by-destiny-by-allyson-young/
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2iCpFMt
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2iwYHe9
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/undone-by-destiny-mf
*****
Author Bio:
Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.
Links:
http://www.amazon.com/Allyson-Young/e/B00A9WPAYK
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/allyson-young/
http://www.bookstrand.com/allyson-young
https://play.google.com/store/books/author?id=Allyson+Young
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/search?query=Allyson%20Young&fcsearchfield=Author
https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/allysonyoung1
January 26, 2017
No One Until Her by Lynn Burke (@AuthorLynnBurke)
Blurb:
Kaden Quinn has life by the balls and enjoys his side job as a Dom in a downtown Boston BDSM club. What he doesn’t want—or need—is a pseudo-sub trying to shred the veil that protects his painful past.
When untamed Livi Risso’s insatiable need to get to the bottom of a story leads her to an exclusive kink club, her curiosity ignites upon meeting a restrained Dom who refuses to touch her.
Kaden feigns disinterest while scening, but that doesn’t stop Livi from experiencing intimacy like she’s never imagined. When one misstep leaves Kaden shaken, will Livi be the one to break down his wall against love?
Purchase Links: Evernight Publishing | Amazon US | Amazon UK | Bookstrand
*****
Excerpt:
“What’s your name, sub?” I asked.
“Li … Lisa.”
I narrowed my gaze and stared down at her. “If you say so, Bella.”
“Bella?” Her head tilted to the side, her eyes slightly widened. “Is that a compliment?”
“You’re Italian, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s what I’ll call you.” A light flush spread across her high cheekbones and she bit her lower lip. Goddamn cock sprung to full attention. “First thing you ought to know—and should have learned long before entering this club as a sub—your gaze belongs on your Dom’s boots, your knees on the floor.”
The bulge in my leathers snagged her attention as her head lowered and she hesitated. A shudder rippled down through her, but she sank to her knees with practiced ease, a waft of subtle sweetness, what had to be expensive perfume, floating around me. My mouth watered. Long, glossy dark hair cascaded around her downturned face. Her shoulders remained back and straight.
Trying to ignore the press of my goddamn zipper into my cock—and prickle of unease tingling the back of my neck—I glanced across the room at Devon, one of the few Doms who didn’t mind switching.
He lounged in a chair, drink in hand, but otherwise unoccupied. Bella’s appearance had already drawn his attention. He gawked like a starstruck lover at the goddess kneeling at my feet.
The idea of sharing the tasty morsel of a pseudo-sub twisted my gut, but the thought that touching her skin would definitely cause trouble overrode my Neanderthal side.
As though feeling my stare, Devon lifted his gaze to mine.
I quirked a brow in invitation.
He shot out of his seat with a shit-eating grin and strode across the room. He stood a good half-foot shorter than me, but we both had blue eyes, the same light hair, and square jaw… We’d enjoyed our fair share of women fantasizing about brothers.
“Master Devon, care to join us this evening?”
*****
About Lynn Burke:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Her current work, the Risso Family Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.
Find Lynn on her website, Facebook, Twitter, Amazon, and Goodreads.
January 25, 2017
Mid Week Tease: “Your secret is safe with me…” #MWTease
Hi everyone,
Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! Today I’m sharing another snippet from The Beauty and the Badass. This will probably be my last snippet from this book as I’ve just released a new one so will be sharing from that 
January 24, 2017
New Release: A Different Kind of Cosplay #MFRWauthor #bookboost #LPRTG #SSRTG
Hi folks,
I’m delighted to announce it’s release day for A Different Kind of Cosplay! For those of you that recognise the title, it’s because this is technically a re-release – the rights for this book have been returned to me, so I’ve given it a lovely new cover and a lower price. However, the content hasn’t changed, so if you read it when it previously released, no need to buy it again (unless you really want to – in which case I won’t complain! 
January 23, 2017
Grand Slam is on Sale for Just 99c/p! #99c #IARTG #LPRTG #SSRTG
Hi everyone,
I’m delighted to announce that Lily Harlem and I have put the eBook version of our co-authored BDSM sports romance novel, Grand Slam, on SALE! To celebrate the Australian Open, we thought it’d be good to have Travis and the gang reduced to a bargain price of just 99c/p. So, what are you waiting for? Grab your copy pronto – the sale is only on this week!
Blurb:
California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.
I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.
Buy links:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Amazon AU
Amazon CA
Amazon DE
Barnes & Noble
iBooks UK
iBooks US
Kobo
Smashwords
Happy Reading!
Lucy x
Smut: Restrained Blog Hop #bdsm #erorom #giveaway (@pridepublishing)
When the gang over at Smut UK announced the Smut: Restrained Blog Hop, how could I resist? The only part I had to think about was which book to feature! I eventually decided on my M/M/F erotic romance, Eyes Wide Open, which is a full-length novel available in eBook and print format. So I’ll be sharing a sexy restraint excerpt from that, followed by a giveaway. Then, once you’ve checked those out, be sure and head back to Victoria Blisse’s site for a list of all the other folks taking part. You’re going to need a cold shower by the time you’re done! Happy hopping!
*****
As her brain processed the information her eyes were feeding to it, several emotions hit her at once—understanding, relief, confusion, surprise…and arousal.
Frozen to the spot, unable and, if she was honest, unwilling to move, Fiona watched, open-mouthed, as James and Logan’s so-called nefarious activity played out right in front of her. Only it wasn’t nefarious at all. It was beautiful, stunning, and knicker-wettingly hot. So hot it probably should have been illegal…but definitely wasn’t.
James was naked, face down on the large bed, his arms and legs spread, each limb bound to the nearest corner post using what looked like black silky rope. Logan loomed over him, also naked, with an ominous-looking black whip thing in his hand. It had a thick handle, with lots of stringy pieces coming out of it. With a regularity of rhythm clearly born of practice, he brought the strings down on James’ backside with a thwack. Then again, and again. Not just on his bottom, either. Blows landed on his shoulders, his sides, his back, his thighs. His skin was pink and fast turning red.
As the pieces of the jigsaw in Fiona’s head fit together with a resounding clunk, she found that, once again, although some questions had been answered, what was unfolding right before her eyes raised many more. Ones she knew wouldn’t be answered for a while yet.
After all, it couldn’t possibly be good manners to interrupt someone getting whipped in order to assuage one’s curiosity, could it? And, if she was honest with herself, she didn’t want to interrupt—far from it. She wanted to watch, and find out what happened next. Was this just some kinky pain thing, or would they have sex, too?
*****
Grab your copy of Eyes Wide Open here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/eyes-wide-open-totally-five-star-london/
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GIVEAWAY!
Good luck with the giveaway, now be sure and check out the rest of the blogs on the hop here!
January 22, 2017
Aural Pleasure, Anyone? #audiobooks #audible
Hi folks,
As some of you may already know, I’ve been working hard to get as many of my books into audiobook format as possible. It’s not a quick, easy or simple process, hence it’s taking quite a while. But it is fun, and I’m delighted that it’s given me the opportunity to work with some really amazing people that I might not have met otherwise. It’s also giving readers more options for how they receive their books, which I think is really important.
Anyway, in the past month, two more books have been added to the list of those available in audio format. Love Through a Lens, my M/F May to December erotic romance, and A Taste of London, my M/F erotic story, which is also book one in the World of Sin series. I’m working with the same fab narrator to get the other two books into audio format, too, and I’m hoping to find time in my writing schedule to pen some new stories in the series, too!
So, for those of you that enjoy aural pleasure, here’s the information and links you need:
Celine Patterson is a recent graduate eager to begin her career as a camerawoman—with the fashion world and all its glitz and glamour calling to her. Things aren’t that simple, however, and she’s forced to take a job making a documentary in the Peak District countryside with a mid-list British actor.
In spite of her initial disappointment—not only is the job not what she wanted, the pay is appalling, too—Celine warms to the project. The actor she’s working with, Edward Robson, is kind, considerate, funny and a consummate professional. She realizes she can learn a great deal from him, and resolves to do so.
As the days of the shoot pass by, Celine grows increasingly fond of Edward, and that fondness quickly goes beyond the platonic. Convinced her crush is completely one-sided—he’s over three decades her senior, for starters—she tries hard to ignore it, hoping the feelings will go away.
But then something happens to change Celine’s opinion, and flip her world upside-down. How will she react? And can she emerge from this project with both her career and her heart intact?
Links:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Audible UK
Audible US
iTunes UK
iTunes US
Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are heading off on the trip of a lifetime. They’re spending their gap year traveling the world and expect lots of sun, sights and sex. The guys have a couple of days in the English capital before catching the Eurostar to Paris. Unfortunately, a family emergency means that Kristian has to head back home for a while, leaving Ryan to continue the trip alone.
Luckily for Ryan, he’s an attractive guy and there is no shortage of gorgeous women available to help take his mind off Kristian’s family drama.
Links:
Audible UK
Audible US
Amazon UK
Amazon US
iTunes UK
iTunes US
I hope you’ll check them out!
Happy Listening,
Lucy x
January 21, 2017
Saturday Spankings #116 – Suddenly, Blake moved out of sight. #SatSpanks
Hi everyone,
Welcome to Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs.
I’m continuing with Doctor’s Orders this week. I hope you enjoy it!
He was sure, after an evening’s teasing in the restaurant, he wouldn’t have too long to wait until he found out.
The circling—or was it stalking?—lasted a while longer, until Aaron was on the verge of squirming uncomfortably, or begging. Which, he was sure, was Blake’s intention.
Suddenly, Blake moved out of sight. Straining to hear, Aaron tried to figure out what his boyfriend was doing. He picked up the sound of a long zip being drawn open—Blake’s weekend bag, for a guess—then rummaging. A quiet exclamation from Blake—he’d found whatever he was looking for—then another, shorter zip. A small thud—something being put down.
I hope you enjoyed that snippet! You can buy the book here. And then see the below list to hop to the other authors taking part…
My Sexy Saturday #142 – “She frightens the bloody life out of me.” #MySexySaturday
Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday! This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress. Here’s another snippet from Window Dressing, following on from last week.
But this was the first time I’d been sent out on a job by myself. It hadn’t been intentional, either—the job was last-minute, and the client had made it worth my employer’s while. Normally there would be a team of two coming here, but there was another big job, one that needed the more experienced fitters on board. Therefore, I’d been pulled off that task, in order to do this one. Alone.
Adding more worry was the warning one of my colleagues had given me on finding out where I was being sent. ‘You watch out for that Edith woman, Jessie. She may look like a pixie, but she’s actually more of a dragon. She frightens the bloody life out of me.’
Grab your copy of Window Dressing here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/window-dressing/
Add to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32758828-window-dressing
Please use the list below to head on over to the other blogs participating in My Sexy Saturday, and don’t forget to leave us all comments, we love ’em!
Happy Reading,
Lucy x
January 20, 2017
Payback’s a Bitch by Kacey Hammell (@kaceyhammell)
**Author Note: This book was previously released at another publisher. It has been revised extensively with a new title for re-release.
Blurb:
No amount of braking will stop this payback from crashing and burning.
Racecar driver Lark Stevens agrees to help a close friend prove that paybacks can be a bitch. What she doesn’t expect is to fall in lust with her mark.
Set on her mission, Lark assumes the mystery man who amps up the heat and pushes her heart into overdrive is her intended target. And once they connect, getting even is the last thing on her mind.
As the heat smolders and revs from zero to sixty in mere seconds, Lark realizes she’s on a crash course of emotion that no amount of braking will stop.
Warning: No-holds-barred sexual teasing, dances meant to titillate and push you over the edge, and M/F love scenes to get engines revving.
5 out of 5 Stars ~ “It’s quick. It’s dirty. It’s satisfying.” Author, SJ Maylee
5 out of 5 Stars ~~ “…a quick, hot read that will get your motor running.” Leisha, Goodreads
*****
Chapter One
“Are you sure you’re okay doing this? It’s a lot to ask. You haven’t done this since college.” Lark’s best friend and business partner, Eli, sounded tense on the other end of the phone.
Annoyed, Lark sighed. She’d already agreed to his request, and they’d talked it to death. “Of course I’m sure. Everything’s great. I’ll be at your office tomorrow afternoon around three.”
“You know this is for fun. Just a bit of payback for Aaron.”
“Yeah, yeah. I got it.”
Lark strolled to her bedroom closet, eager to see a few of her favorite things. She slid the accordion door open, anchored her phone between her cheek and shoulder, and reached behind a wad of hanging clothes to retrieve a plastic garment bag.
As she unzipped it, she smiled at the exquisite silk and leather. She hadn’t worn the more risqué skirts and tops in her closet for a couple years. Not since her last boyfriend, who hadn’t appreciated the adventure in their sex life. But she loved wearing leather or spandex. The material slid along her skin, bolstering her confidence and sexiness. Her heart rate raced from zero to sixty in anticipation. Lark shivered, hit the speaker button on her cell phone, and then dropped it on the nightstand.
“Aaron won’t know what hit him. He’ll definitely understand the meaning of payback’s a bitch when I’m through with him.” Lark laid four outfits on the bed and pondered them.
Red, blue, and two black mega-short skirts with silk, midriff-baring halter tops—but which was best for a fun prank?
“Just don’t hurt him.” Eli’s gruff voice hinted at concern for his longtime friend, who was about to be punked.
“Don’t worry. I’ll treat him like my Chevy Impala, and shift him gentle.”
They both laughed.
She lifted the red set. Perfect. Lark got on her knees beside the bed to look underneath and reached in as far as possible. Once she touched the tops of the matching red stiletto knee-high boots, she grinned. This outfit topped off with her vibrant red wig would be the icing on the cake. Yes. She yanked the heels free from their hiding place.
“There’s nothing to worry about. You go do your business with Fairfax Motors and land us a new sponsor, and I’ll take care of your good friend,” she said.
“Aaron’s mentioned financially backing us, too. That’d be great for us.”
Lark sat on the side of the bed. “Great. We won’t turn away money. But—” she frowned. “You’re not pimping me out to score some green, are you?”
“What? Jesus, Lark,” Eli shouted over the line. “I’d never do that and you know it. What do you take me for? We’re business partners, for fuck’s sake, and have been friends even longer than that! Hell, you’re the top female racecar driver anywhere. I’m not biased either. Besides, I’m not a lame chump, ya know.”
She laughed. “Okay. Okay. Stop groveling, you big baby. I hear ya. Go make us some moolah. I need to get pretty for tomorrow.”
“I’ll call you around five to tell you how he reacted to the prank. And thanks, babe. You’re the best. I should be finished my meeting with Fairfax by then. I’ll be miles across town or I’d ask you to dinner.” Eli chuckled. “I should have set up a videotape to see Aaron’s face.”
“No freaking way, buddy.” She tossed her jeans and underwear into the hamper in the corner. “I’ll give you every delicious detail. Gotta run. Ciao.”
“Later.”
She ended the call, then grabbed her robe from where it hung on the bedpost and strode into the bathroom.
Lark loved this room. The white walls and floor tile sparkled in the sunlight shining from the skylight she’d had installed after moving in. It was her sanctuary—her getaway from the dust and sweat from the track, and the demands on her time—and where she did her best thinking. Plus, racing at full throttle almost every day made her shoulders tight and rigid, and she really needed to soak the tension away.
Her seventy-two-inch claw-foot bathtub had been the final nail in the coffin in her decision to buy this house. Some days she lived in her tub.
Lark set her belongings on the vanity and turned the taps to fill the deep, cast-iron oval tub. She turned and shed her favorite “Race Car Drivers Like It in Overdrive” t-shirt and sweats that Eli had bought her last year for her birthday.
She bunched her hair up and back with her fingers, tugged the long tresses into a ponytail, and then peeled off her bra and panties.
Pleased with the way the day had gone, Lark smiled. She’d accomplished the second win she needed to advance to the next round of competition. Excitement for tomorrow filled her. She and Eli always had a blast; they shared a twisted sense of humor. Pulling one over on his best friend was going to be a lot of fun: Lark was going to deliver a simple bump-and-grind lap dance that had him sweating. It’d serve Aaron right for pushing some dude on Eli six months ago, trying to prove Eli was gay. She wanted to avenge her best friend, who hadn’t yet admitted his sexuality. They’d touched on the subject a few times, but he’d adamantly refused to confirm. She’d never pushed Eli into admitting what she suspected was the truth. And the realization that Aaron had tried to force Eli into something he wasn’t ready for irked her.
Prank or not, she loved putting on her shit-kicker boots, dressing to kill, and putting on a good show.
Teaching someone a lesson or two added to the thrill of dancing sexy again and pulling off this prank. When she finished with Aaron, all he’d see was her taillights as she left him teased and confused.
Paybacks were such a bitch.
*****
Purchase Links
Kacey’s Book Page — https://kaceyhammell.com/bookshelf-2/paybacksabitch/ (updated as book goes live at all bookstores.)
Evernight Publishing — http://www.evernightpublishing.com/paybacks-a-bitch-by-kacey-hammell
Amazon:
US — https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N5O7G9O
Canada — https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01N5O7G9O
UK — https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N5O7G9O
Goodreads — https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33792775-payback-s-a-bitch
*****
About Kacey:
Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…
Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters. These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.
Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.
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