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Happy Relase to star spangled cowboy by paige warren @AuthorPaigeW @evernightpub #erotic #blast

star spangled cowboy
paige warren
Erotic Western RomanceEvernight PublishingHeat Level: 3 Word Count: 20, 610ISBN: 978-1-77233-936-9

Combat-wounded vet, Tyson Braxton, feels like half a man since losing his leg in Afghanistan.  After returning to the family ranch, he wonders what any woman would see in him now. His scars and self-doubt run deep, and while feeling desperate, he hires a prostitute to ease his sexual tension.
Dacey Morgan has lived a life of horror since the age of seventeen when her pimp lured her into a life of prostitution and depravity. She wants out, but the last girl who tried to run ended up dead in a ditch. So, Dacey tries to do what she’s told—but she has one guilty pleasure, her two nights a week she gets to see Tyson.
Dacey longs for the day she’s free to love the man she’s falling for, but she knows that freedom will come at a cost.


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Excerpt:Tyson slowly kneeled and took her hand in his, his touch gentle. “I know that we only have a business arrangement, Dacey, and I have no claim on you. That being said, despite the fact I use your services, I don’t like your job. I don’t like the thought of other men’s hands on you, or that you have to sleep with random strangers just to pay your bills. I once offered to help take care of you if you would just give up that lifestyle. Why won’t you let me?”“I’m not a problem for you to solve, Tyson. My life may not be perfect, but it’s mine. My trailer isn’t much, but at least I own it. And my job may not be as glamorous as it looked on Pretty Woman, but I’m careful.”His hand tightened on hers. “I don’t like it, but I know I can’t force you to quit. One day, you’ll decide you’re ready for a respectable life, a home, and a family. What are you going to do when that happens?”She already wanted those things, desperately, but how was she supposed to get away from Carlos? She wasn’t as popular as the other girls, but she still brought him a steady income, and he wasn’t going to let her go anytime soon. He owned her, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. If she went to the police to turn him in, they’d just arrest her as well for prostitution. And she couldn’t let Tyson go after Carlos, not with his disability. He might act all big and tough, but she knew he was still recovering.“No one’s going to want a washed-up whore, so I guess I never have to worry about that. Besides, I don’t think I can have children. Back when I first started working, Carlos took a few months to get my birth control lined up, and he didn’t always make the customers use a condom. I think I’d have gotten pregnant if it were a possibility.”She’d gotten frequently tested during that period of her life, and she still went every month. Of course, she also made sure her customers used condoms and refused to service the ones who wouldn’t. It had been the cause of many fights between Carlos and her, but knowing she wasn’t doubling her chances of an STD was worth the beatings.“You can’t save me, Ty,” she said softly. “I appreciate that you want to, really I do, but it’s too late for me. I’ve been working this job since I was seventeen. I’ve seen things and done things that I’m not proud of, but I’ve done whatever was necessary for me to survive. You think someone’s going to want a woman who’s been a whore for five years? Someone who never graduated high school? What’s my marketable skill, that I can make you come in less than a minute?”He smiled a little at that. “I’m not sure I would consider that skill. I like it when things are dragged out for a while. The anticipation and incredible sensation of feeling you wrapped around my cock are even better than coming.”“You get my point, though.”Tyson caressed her cheek and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “I will do whatever it takes to protect you, Dacey. Anything. If it hadn’t been for you, I probably would have blown my head off months ago. Knowing I’d get to see you twice a week has been the only thing keeping me going, and yeah, I know I pay for your time, but I also know that you enjoy being with me.”She leaned into his touch. Just thinking about him ending his life was enough to make her cry, and for once she was thankful for her job. If she hadn’t been a prostitute, they never would have met. He’d gotten Carlos’s number from a friend and she’d just been lucky to be the girl her pimp sent out that night. Ty had made her life so much better, even if she didn’t get to spend much time with him. They’d laughed and talked, and just genuinely enjoyed one another’s company. He’d been so cute that first night, unsure of himself to the point of refusing to take off his pants. It had taken her weeks to get him to undress in front of her, and when he had, she’d taken the time to kiss all of his scars, including what remained of his left leg.“You’ve made me whole again,” he said. “You never cared that I only have one leg now, or that I’ve had more holes in me than a pin cushion. My scars don’t disgust you, and I was finally able to see myself through your eyes and come to grips with the body I have now versus the one I had before the explosion.”

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About Paige Warren: Paige Warren spends her days weaving tales about alpha male cowboys and the women who love them. There's nothing hotter than a man in tight Wranglers and a pair of well-worn boots. You have to admit, there's something sexy about a man who knows how to use a rope!A cat lover, she has more than one furbaby running around, keeping her company in the wee hours of the morning as she tries to find just the right way to say "His skin gleamed, the early morning rays caressing his sun bronzed flesh, as he studied her from beneath the brim of his Stetson." Or, you know, something similar.When Paige isn't dolling out tons of affection on the furbabies, or slurping down a pot of coffee (Yes! A whole pot!) so she can get in her daily word count, she enjoys reading and watching movies - romances, usually.
Author Links:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/paigewarrenauthor?fref=tsTwitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorPaigeW Website: http://paigewarren.webs.com/ 

It's All About the Author with K.H. Mezek @evernightteen #UF #amazongiveaway @karenalainehunt #NightAngelChronicles

It’s All About the Author…
1.  Please tell us 5 interesting facts about yourself that readers might not know about you. 

Artwork from my story Orgle the Terrible 1.   Besides being a writer I am also an artist. I’ve have nineteen children’s books published under the names Mezek and Leimert. My pictures book series The Rumpoles and The Barleys have been sold all over the world. My favorite thing is getting a letter from a parent who says their child won’t go to bed at night without it. 2.   I’m a 2nddegree black belt in Tang Soo Do, 1st degree brown belt in Eskrima (that would be Filipino stick and knife fighting) and have fought full contact as a boxer and kickboxer. I also teach it. The most fun I’ve had has been putting on full samurai protective gear and fighting full contact with Eskrima sticks.3.    I’m from Los Angeles, but I’m in Costa Rica for three months, writing Land of Talismans, the fourth book in the Night Angels Chronicles. I’m a travel addict. Before this, I was in Bolivia for two months, the Sahara Desert for a month, Istanbul…. You get the idea
The 17th century Swiss castle I lived in as a child4.    As a child, I lived in a real 17th century castle in the village of Echandens, in Switzerland. I already had an overactive imagination so living in a castle with turrets and dungeons sent me over the edge! As an adult, I lived in Slovenia so when I write about Strejan’s castle in Slovenia, I’ve been inspired by real life experiences. 5.    I co-founded a creative writing program for incarcerated youth in Los Angeles over twenty years ago. I started working with a group of girls, all facing life sentences for serious crimes. Getting to know those young people and the injustices I saw in the “justice” system inspired some of the settings and characters in Book of Angels. I remained friends with many of those girls. One of them is now finally getting out of prison and she is in her late thirties. I am very happy for her.  http://articles.latimes.com/print/2002/jul/13/local/me-jvwrite13
2.   What do you like to do in your spare time? I love training women fighters!
I love to read—big surprise, right? And I love to run and hike and box and kick-box. I also love to train others and teach women and girls self-defense.
3.   Is there one book that you love to read over and over again?  If so, what is it and what is it that keeps you coming back to it? Why do I have to pick just one book? That is impossible! But, okay. I love all different kinds of books, but one that stands out as having inspired my sense of adventure and romance is The Man in the Brown Suit, by Agatha Christie. Ann Beddelfield is everything I wanted to be as a teenager. Wildly impetuous, independent and strong-willed, she spends the last of her money for passage on a boat to South Africa, following the trail of a mysterious murder—and two very handsome men. 
How did you get started writing and have you always wanted to be an author? I’ve always loved to write and draw. I would say art was my first love. Since I could pick up a pencil as a child, I’ve been drawing. When I was a teenager, my mom told me I should write and illustrate children’s books. Of course, being a teenager, I decided that was the last thing I wanted to do! But after my first daughter was born, I became inspired. I was living in London at the time, and I was able to illustrate four of the first multi-cultural books to be published in Great Britain. It was wonderful. As my kids grew into teenagers, my writing progressed with them. I decided I had more to say than I could put into a picture book. My work with incarcerated youth got me started writing essays and short stories. I have a childhood memoir that I’m working on, and excerpt of which won the 2015 New Millennium Writings Nonfiction Award. http://www.newmillenniumwritings.org/blog/40th-nonfiction-award-winner I started writing Night Angels Chronicles because I love fantasy and vampires and I wanted to write something that addressed the deepest darkest parts of ourselves.
The darker but also beautiful side of my imagination, my drawing of Medusa

7)  If you for some reason couldn’t be an author, what would your other choice be? I would love to be a “foreign correspondent,” you know, like Christiane Amanpour. She is one of my heroes. I would love to report from hotspots around the world and tell the stories of the people who wouldn’t otherwise be able to speak out. Or, I would want to be an archeologist. 
8)  Did you like school (Sorry for some reason, I deleted this question by mistake—ooops!) Truth is, I didn’t like school very much. As a child, I always had high hopes the first day of school and those hopes were always dashed. It’s a big topic for me and one I have written a lot about because I really don’t like the school system in the United States. I’m glad there are more options now to give to kids who don’t fit into the expected mold. I was a dreamer and quite shy. I was a good student, not stellar, because, honestly, I didn’t really try very hard. I went to college but I would say that most of what I have learned as a writer and an artist, I’ve learned through experience. And I am still on the path of gaining knowledge every day.

9)    When you write, is there a specific way you have to write, ie:  certain room, noise or quiet, computer or paper etc…  My view on Lake Arenal, where I am writing for three months
I’m a single mother and I had to write under all kinds of chaotic circumstances when my kids were little and then as teenagers. I am a disciplined and determined person and I simply must write! So I have always found a way. I don’t have a specific time, or way. But I do require a clean and organized space around me. Noise doesn’t bother me that much. I like to have a candle and I love a beautiful view. I’ve had the joy of writing in some incredible places in the world. Right now, my view is of Lake Arenal. I’m in a pueblo and roosters are crowing, motorbikes, buses and trucks are careening down the pot-marked “main” road, dogs are barking and tropical thunder storms happen on a daily basis—and I love it! I can write all day here! Writing is such a solitary undertaking, I like to have that little connection to humanity.
10)                    If you could write a collaboration with another author, do you have one in mind and what would you write? Immediately, the author that came into my mind was Gregory David Roberts. His book, Shantaram, is about his experiences as a heroin addict and convicted bank robber who escapes from Melbourne’s Pentridge Prison in 1980 and gets away to India, where he has all kinds of larger-than-life adventures. I am obsessed with this book. The beginning blows me away. I would always read it to the incarcerated youth in my writing program and it led to amazing discussions. I am also fascinated by him as a person. We are both martial artists. I guess more than anything, I would just like to sit down by a lake or a stream somewhere and talk to him (sigh). After he wrote the sequel, Shadow Mountain, he went into seclusion, so I guess there isn’t much chance of that. Writing with him would be too much to hope for, but I can dream, can’t I? http://www.smh.com.au/entertainment/b...
11)                     How do you come up with your story ideas?

Lake Bled in Slovenia, inspiration for the location of Prof Strejan’s castle
Artists/authors are asked this question a lot and I never really know what to say. I can never remember exactly how ideas come to me. They sort of happen without me realizing it, growing over time. Night Angels was inspired by so many things. Such as Lake Bled, my second home in Slovenia, and an Urban Legend of the Lizard City, built 5,000 years ago beneath Los Angeles. I think a lot about the story, I’m a visual person so I create pictures in my mind. I don’t do outlines—as someone who wasn’t crazy about school, that is no surprise.
12)                   Do titles stump you or do they come easy?  When do you pick a title, before the story is written or when it’s done? I usually don’t have a problem with titles or names. They come to me, again, I have no idea how. A lot of times a thought while spark a title and that will lead to a story, but not always.
13)                   Do you keep a notebook near you for when new ideas pop into your head? No. I’ve tried this and I just lose the notebooks or forget to write in them. My computer is always nearby. I hate writing by hand now. If I have thoughts, I put them in my phone or my computer.
14)                   If you write a series, do you re-read your previous books before you begin the new one?I am writing a series. I am continually rereading sections of Key of Mystery and looking back at my notes in my computer. I do a lot of research so I have to remind myself. There are six books in the series and I’m writing number four now, so it’s getting more and complicated and necessary to remind myself of what came before so I don’t write something that makes absolutely no sense!


15)                   How does your family feel about your writing?

My parents have passed away but they were both supportive of me being a children’s book author. This Night Angels Chronicles had them a bit worried since they were fundamentalist Christians and disapproved of anything that wasn’t based on the “literal” interpretation of the Bible. Writing about magic and using swear words was frowned on. However, my parents always encouraged me to be a writer, even though we didn’t always agree. My dad followed his dream to be a writer, so he understood my passion. He was one of the most influential Christian authors of the 1980s. My kids totally support me and love it that their mother is a writer. My sons are both extremely artistic and we talk about books and music all the time. My daughter is my best friend and cheerleader and reads my writing and gives me advice. She is an attorney, which is helpful! I’m blessed! 

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Book of Angels(Night Angels Chronicles, 2)by K.H. Mezek
81K / Evernight Teen PublishingRomance, Fantasy, Suspense, Urban Fantasy
All Sera ever wanted was to solve the mystery of her dad’s death and find out whether or not the Night Angel, Peter, really loved her. Now, there are bigger issues at stake. After being saved from death by the Night Angels, Sera returns to Oak Haven to find her brother, Salem, has been saved by her nemesis, the sinister Los Angeles mayor-to-be, Fabian Gore. Sera and her brother meet again in their hometown of Oak Haven as powerful denizens. And as enemies. Someone is channeling power to the Queen, imprisoned in St. Catherine’s Monastery. If she escapes, the Ancient Ones will rise up from their sarcophagi beneath churches throughout the world and wreak vengeance on denizens and humans alike. 
To thwart the Queen, Sera has no choice but to form an uneasy alliance with Gore. Meanwhile, Sera’s power and her connection to the Key of Mystery is growing. Only she can open the Book of Angels. But whoever does that will become something that Sera never wants to be: the Seventh Angel. How can Sera solve her own problems when everyone else wants her to solve their problems as well?  
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14+ due to adult situations
Excerpt:The next thing I knew I had leapt into the air with the two of them, my mind on St. Catherine’s Monastery, and I found myself hurtling through the Passage, horribly aware of every atom in my body and the indomitable forces of the universe that were trying to pull me apart.As if it were a part of my very being, I held myself together, “remembered myself”, and traveled through the Passage.Within seconds, I was floating down from the sky, surrounded by the immense, desolate beauty of what looked like a moonscape. Except that the moon shone brighter and bigger than I had ever seen. Behind me, sand stretched, wave upon wave of it, with not a hint of grass or trees, while in front rose a sheer cliff, taller than a skyscraper. The monastery seemed to grow out of the rock, so closely was it pressed against the cliff.“All looks peaceful,” observed Peter.“Maybe too peaceful,” said Blanca.Together, we jumped over the fortress walls, landing in the empty courtyard. We entered the sixth century basilica. We walked from the vestibule into the ornate nave and down the aisle, toward the sanctuary. I gazed in awe at the ancient artifacts and the icons shining with gold. Hundreds of lamps hung from the high ceiling like glittering galaxies, bathing the vast room in an eerie light. Out of the shadows the figure of the Abbot appeared, wearing a long gray robe and a cylindrical, flat-topped hat. His long black hair was tied in a knot at the nape of his head, a frizzy beard spreading out from his face like tangled wire. His large, hooked nose resembled a bird’s beak and his dark eyes burned uncannily from deep sockets.He greeted us with a humble bow and wordlessly led us through a dark and narrow arched doorway into a small, circular, windowless chamber, padding silently on bare feet. The chamber was empty except for one plain wooden table. On the table sat the black lacquered Life Box, looking just as insignificant as the Object Holder had when I had first seen it and fought over it with Salem. This box, though, was about twice the size of the one that had held the key. And, whereas the Object Holder had a gold lock and tiny gold key to open it, the Life Box had no lock and no visible way to open it.On either side of the table stood two impressive Bedouin warriors. Each had one hand resting on a curved scimitar and the other holding the hilt of a knife tucked into a belt. Their faces were lined and weather-beaten and expressionless, as if carved from the rocks of the mountain. The desert surrounding the monastery was home to many Bedouin. They were devout Muslims with a long history of guarding the monastery. They had made a vow to guard the Life Box with their lives.The Abbot motioned for the Bedouin to stand at ease.Bowing low to us, the guards said in unison, “Assalamu alaikum.” It meant, “peace be upon you.”Along with Peter and Blanca, I responded, “Alaikum assalamu.” This meant, “upon you be peace.”Like everything else in my crazy life these days, I had no idea how I knew to say that, but I did.The Abbot didn’t speak, just gestured for us to gather around the box.“He has taken a vow of silence and hasn’t spoken in thirty years,” said Peter.My attention was drawn to the box. I realized it vibrated and hummed in an almost undetectable manner. Only when I remained completely still and stared fixedly did I notice it. “This it does without stopping and just today, it gained in force,” said one of the Bedouin.Sure enough, as we watched, the box jumped slightly, shuddered, and jumped again before falling back into its continual vibration. It hummed a little louder now.As I watched in fascination, I slowly became aware that the key around my neck was growing heavier and beginning to burn.The box vibrated more violently and hummed louder. As it did, it rose into the air and hovered about two feet above the table. The vibrating and humming grew so loud I thought the box might split apart.The key was searing my skin and I yelled in pain. I tried to tear it off, but it was stuck to my chest and my hand burned when I touched it. I felt the Queen’s presence, reaching out to me. It was pure evil and I felt attracted to it. I wanted to bow down and worship the Queen, give her the key. I became brutally aware of her perfections and my own failings. I loved the Queen! I despised and hated myself! Horrible thoughts rose in my mind, the impulse to do horrible things.Blood was pouring from my eyes. Tears or something worse, I didn’t know.“Take me away!” I cried out to the others. “She’s grabbing at me. Take me away. Please!”The Bedouin had drawn their swords and whipped out their daggers, but there was nothing they could do except stand there, at the ready. Blanca and Peter had drawn their swords, too. They’d placed themselves as a shield between me and the box. The Abbot ran in front of us all and pushed Blanca and Peter back.He turned to face the box, bracing himself as if against a great wind, and raised his hands to heaven in prayer.Peter and Blanca were then able to pull me out of the chamber. I don’t think I could have moved before the Abbot faced the box. As soon as we were back in the nave, I collapsed onto the ground, gasping great gulps of air, thankful to find the heat of the key subsiding. With a great cry, I tried to take it off, but it was stuck. Completely stuck now. To my skin.“Fuck this key! Why am I cursed with it?”My entire body was bathed in red sweat. I looked down at myself in horror. What had I become? What nightmare had I entered? I pushed back my hair and swallowed, my throat dry and constricted. I had to get control of myself. I breathed in and out deeply.“She’s getting stronger all the time. She’ll get out. Maybe soon. And I was ready to help her!” I shuddered.“But you didn’t,” said Peter.“At least now we are sure she is still inside,” said Blanca.“She won’t stay there.” I could see my fate, as I had already seen it in my Turning, and it was clearer than ever. One day I would face the Queen. And I would fail! How could I not, when she was so easily able to deceive and confuse me?One of the Bedouin exited the chamber. “The Abbot wants you to know he is now sure someone is channeling power to the Queen, but he cannot see who.”“It’s just not possible,” said Blanca. The Bedouin bowed respectfully. “I only tell you what the Abbot believes.”“Thank you,” said Peter.The Bedouin continued. “The Abbot further believes that you must discover who is doing this. You must stop them or she will escape.”He bowed again and returned to the nave.“He’s right,” I said, as we walked out of the sanctuary and into the vestibule. “She and her sons will kill me and take the key.”“Coward.” Blanca kicked the church door open with her foot. “We might as well be protecting a pile of trash! If it weren’t for the key around your neck, I’d kill you myself!”For the first time, Blanca’s words didn’t bother me. “You can call me what you want, I don’t care. But you better listen because she will escape and we won’t be able to stop her. We need to figure out what to do instead of arguing all the time.”“Well said,” said Peter. “Let’s get back to the castle and tell the others.”We were outside of the basilica now and we stood for a moment, surveying the courtyard, the full moon casting eerie shadows across the ground. I looked more carefully and saw that some of the shadows moved like living things.“What’s that?” I asked.Peter and Blanca looked up to the sky and I did the same. A gathering storms of wispy black tendrils snaked across the sky, mirroring the moving shadows on the ground.“What the hell…” I said.“Wind demons,” said Blanca.I looked at Peter inquiringly. “Seventy-two demons were captured by King Solomon and then released by mistake. Up there you see maybe twenty of them.”The Abbot and the two Bedouin had joined us in the courtyard.“We have never seen them here before,” said one of the Bedouin.“And so many,” said Peter. He sighed. “I hate wind demons.”The Abbot was motioning us to follow him. We hurried across the courtyard, which was now filled with a howling wind, the shadows of the wind demons slithering back and forth across the stones like snakes. A group of monks appeared, running in the opposite direction, heading for the church.“They will pray,” yelled one of the Bedouin above the din.This was not making me any happier. I had just escaped the clutches of the Queen and now I had to contend with wind demons? Was there no end to the problems I had to face in one day?The Abbot led us into the Fatimid mosque that stood across from the church. Standing on its own, opposite the gigantic bell tower, was the minaret and we entered and climbed swiftly up the stairs. It was from this highest point that the muezzin sang across the desert, calling the followers of Islam to prayer, five times a day. We climbed out onto the little platform that ran around the top of the minaret, and from here, I felt the full force of the gale. The shadows screamed and I could see cavernous, greedy mouths appear and disappear as they whipped around the tower, creating a whirlpool of darkness. Only when I looked straight up could I see clear sky and stars. But that opening was growing narrower by the minute. All around was completely empty of light, as if the very sky itself had been sucked into a giant black hole of whirling mouths and tails, into which we, too, would be sucked if we tried to fly upward.Peter and Blanca unsheathed their swords and I did the same.Peter pointed with his sword. “We must fly straight up. They don’t dare come too close to the minaret.”The Abbot nodded, making motions that we should hurry.“Put your sword away,” Peter said.I began to object, then obeyed. This didn’t seem like the time to argue.He gripped my arm. “Listen carefully! Jump onto my back. Once we’ve achieved the Passage, we’ll be safe. Until then, you must hold your breath—don’t breathe, understand? If you do, the shadows will enter and steal your soul.”I nodded, terrified.I jumped onto his back and held on tightly.The Abbot raised his arms, while the Bedouin brandished their swords at the swirling darkness. It seemed to abate a bit, and Peter and Blanca seized that moment to leap into the air. I breathed in deeply and held onto my breath.All was chaos in the tunnel through the shadows, the terrible wind trying to push us back down, a screaming noise like a thousand pigs being gutted. Flying straight upward, the two Night Angels fought the demons with their swords, slicing into the tendrils that tried to encircle them.I was sure we had almost made it when I felt an icy tendril touch my leg. I almost opened my mouth to scream. As it was, I let go of Peter with one arm and tried to reach down to bat at the tendril. I felt myself slipping halfway down his back and scrambled to pull myself back up again.I was falling!The snaky thing had my ankle now. I tried to kick with my foot to shake it off, while struggling to get a better hold on Peter. I was growing weaker. I had to take a breath. My chest was exploding.And then, the Passage was achieved and we were through. I pushed away from Peter with relief, feeling the now familiar force of my molecules trying to split apart and me holding them together, as we rocketed through space and time, landing within seconds in the little garden of the castle. 



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About the Author: Karen Hunt aka KH Mezek is the author and/or illustrator of nineteen children’s books and numerous essays and short stories. 'Reflections from Istanbul,' an excerpt from her childhood memoir, won the 2015 New Millennium Writings Nonfiction Award. She is the co-founder of InsideOUT Writers, a creative writing program for incarcerated youth in Los Angeles, and the founder of the MY WORLD PROJECT, connecting youth in remote areas around the world through art and writing. She is a 2nd degree black belt in Tang Soo Do, a first degree brown belt in Eskrima, and a boxing and kick-boxing trainer. As a child, she and her family escaped out of Egypt right before the 6 Day War, lived in a 17th century castle in Switzerland and smuggled Bibles into communist countries, to name a few of her adventures. As an adult, she continued her adventures, living between London and a village in Yugoslavia. Key of Mystery and Book of Angels, volumes one and two in the NIGHT ANGELS CHRONICLES, are published with Evernight Teen.  
Blogs: http://khmezek.com/https://khmezek.wordpress.com/https://twitter.com/karenalainehuntNIGHT ANGELS Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/nightangelschronicles/
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COVER REVEAL: Second Chance by Suzi Macdonald

Second ChanceA Contemporary Romance NovelBy Suzi MacdonaldRelease Date: October 17, 2016, Roane PublishingKeywords: Contemporary Romance, Second Chances, Reunion, First Love, Decisions, Family
Teige Adams fell for the dazzling Zani Fairmichael in high school, but Zani was far too sophisticated to fall for a tall, geeky misfit like Teige. Twenty years later, he is a successful photographer with a string of glamorous ex-girlfriends behind him, and Zani has become plain Allie Brown, the mother of demanding teenage twins.
When Teige discovers that Allie has separated from her husband and is moving back to their hometown, he is determined to try for a second chance at the girl he never had. But Allie, on the rebound from a difficult marriage, isn’t certain what (or who) she wants. And Teige’s slightly unhinged ex-fiancée and Allie’s soon-to-be-ex-husband have their own ideas about who Teige and Allie should be with. And then there is Katie, who is certain that Teige is The One for her.
Will Teige finally win Allie’s heart – or is it too late for a second chance?


About the author:
Suzi Macdonald can’t remember a time when she wasn’t lost in fiction. She wrote her first full length novel by hand when she was twelve years old and she has been striving to live up to it ever since. She lives in a village in Scotland with her partner, their two children and a rather silly dog. When she isn’t writing she spends her time reading, walking and project managing.
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HER BLACK TIGER by Marissa Dobson #Preorder your copy now ! @sizzlingpr @Mdobson84

HER BLACK TIGERAlaskan Tigers Book 11 by Marissa Dobson

Brooklynn Armstrong’s law enforcement career comes crashing down when a fugitive shapeshifts in front of her. Too stunned to do anything, she’s flung out of the way, and reports the incident only to have her badge taken from her. Determined to prove what she witnessed, she ends up in the world of the paranormal—unaware of how deep she’s ventured.

Barely a day back in Alaska and Carran has been given a mission to detain the lion shifter in Pittsburgh who exposed himself to two police officers and reunite him with his daughter. He’s worked to secure a permanent position with the Elder guards, and this mission might be the clincher. But when a woman stirs emotions within him, revealing the past that he keeps hidden deep inside, will the future he fought for still be what he wants?

Carran opens a new world to Brooklyn, but it’s her who saves him. She forces him to come to terms with his past. Will she accept the future he’s opening up to her?
Available on July 26th - Pre-Order Now on AMAZON 
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The Alaskan Tigers Series


 About Marissa Dobson:

Born and raised in the Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania area, Marissa Dobson now resides about an hour from Washington, D.C. She's a lady who likes to keep busy, and is always busy doing something. With two different college degrees, she believes you are never done learning.

Being the first daughter to an avid reader, this gave her the advantage of learning to read at a young age. Since learning to read she has always had her nose in a book. It wasn't until she was a teenager that she started writing down the stories she came up with.

Marissa is blessed with a wonderful supportive husband, Thomas. He's her other half and allows her to stay home and pursue her writing. He puts up with all her quirks and listens to her brainstorm in the middle of the night.

Her writing buddy Cameron (a cocker spaniel) is always around to listen to her bounce ideas off him. He might not be able to answer, but he's helpful in his own ways.

She love to hear from readers, send her an email at marissa@marissadobson.com 


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Burning For You by @erzabetbishop #newrelease #PNR #Spotlight

Burning for YouBy Erzabet BishopRelease day: July 1, 2016

Tags:angel, arson, calendar, curvy girl, dragon shifter romance hero, fantasy erotic romance, fate, fire hose, firebug, firefighter hero, hot whips cafe, ice, paranormal romance, redemption, romantic suspense, second chances, shifter, social media, westmore wolves series, winter fae

Blurb:Where there’s smoke, there’s dragon fire.
Ordinary girl. Extraordinary fate.
Violet Winters is having a less than perfect day. Her parents are meddling with her love life (again), her wintery magic is kaput and her vivid dreams are coming far too close to reality. When she falls through the ice after seeing her fiancé all close and snuggly with a fellow polar bear, all bets are off. Is she better off dead or will she get another chance at life when a Grimare angel rescues her from her chosen fate?
Fire meets ice and passions ignite.
Dante is a dragon on a mission: fight the string of strange fires springing up around Westmore and find a mate. When his Captain decides to have the men pose for social media shots to garner attention for the station, Dante finds himself in the middle of a steady stream of women after his special strategically placed “fire hose.”
At Hot Whips Café to haggle with the owner for counter space for their new firemen calendar, he meets a woman who sets his inner scales on fire. Can he save her from the machinations of the Fates or will she die a second time by the very threat Dante fights against?
A dragon’s panty melting kiss may just be the wow this curvy girl needs.
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Excerpt:“Come on, Dante, show us a little leg.” The smirking photographer circled in front of him and it was all Dante could do to control the dragon scraping beneath his skin to avoid reaching out and shoving the camera up his ass.
Pictures for social media. The Captain had officially lost his fucking mind. The catcalls and male laughter from the rest of the guys made him lose his footing and the fire hose he’d been using as a prop to conceal his nakedness began to slip.
“Jesus. Fix that hose. This isn’t internet porn, you know.” The Captain groused, scowling.
Dante scrambled to catch the hose and cover himself and balanced against the newly washed and waxed fire engine, trying to pretend he was anywhere else but standing like a prize bull at an auction.
“If you’ll hold still, please. The others have already contributed their shots. You’re the last one.” The cameraman huffed, turning the lens. He lowered the camera and glared at Dante. “You could smile maybe?”
Shit. He was distracted by the wacked out dream he’d had the night before. A woman he’d never met swam in front of him, dying. Her long black hair fanned out in the cold, dark water and he’d panicked. He’d told her to live.
“Fine.” Dante growled, a wisp of smoke curling out from behind his lips. He felt the change sliding beneath his skin, the dragon agitated by his distress.
“God, Dante. Come on.” Carter laughed. “You aren’t afraid of a little flashing light, are you?” The rest of the crew laughed, sharing in the good natured ribbing.
“Bastard.”
He just wanted it to be over. His beast wanted to fly and hunt and if he didn’t get out of here soon, he was going to lose his mind. Most of the men here were either dating or married. He wasn’t and the urge to mate had made his already bad temper even worse.
The Captain had lured him and the others in with the promise of a social media boost to help the department. He figured a couple of pictures for Instagram like that vet that had so many followers it was insane. Model pretty with a gaggle of women trailing behind him like no tomorrow. The guy had even been on national television recently. Cap was dreaming, but he also knew the man would do anything to save their department from going strictly volunteer.
So many in the country had gone that route and the bear shifter was fighting it tooth and claw. Dante supported that. He’d moved from his home in the mountains to come here after his buddy Carter had told him about the job. Happy and with a large family of cat and dragon shifter young, his friend would do anything to ensure things stayed status quo. So would he, and apparently that included standing naked in front of a freshly polished firetruck.
Thank God his mother couldn’t see him or he’d never hear the end of it. She’d been writing him emails nonstop asking if he’d met any promising women. Jesus. He’d never seen a woman more eager to fuss over grandchildren. But he hadn’t and the prospects didn’t look very favorable. Not that he hadn’t dated. He had. But no female he’d met even sparked his interest past the typical curves and tight jeans and it wasn’t enough. Not anymore.
He wanted a mate. Someone to come home to and warm his bed and his heart. Most of the women he’d come across only wanted one thing—to bang a fireman and brag to their friends.
“Well, that’s about as good as I’m going to get if you’re going to scowl like that.” The photographer capped his lens and sighed, stalking off toward the Captain. “You can get dressed now.”
“Jerk.” Dante swiped the robe he’d worn from the floor and shrugged into it.
“Man, you really need to learn to crack a smile, buddy.” Carter grinned as he and a few of the others approached now that the photographer had gone.
“Thank you, guys. Dante.” The Captain came forward giving Dante a narrow eyed look, then nodded toward the remainder of the group. “We should see the finished product in a day or so.”
Wait. Product?





About the author:Erzabet Bishop is an award winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction (upcoming-A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map of Bones (upcoming-A Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Red Hot (upcoming), Bayou Shadows (upcoming-Nola Naughty Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. Follow her on Twitter @erzabetbishop.Links:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/erzabetbishop/Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/erzab...Google +: https://goo.gl/YJnNmdThe Romance Reviews: http://www.theromancereviews.com/1000...Website: http://erzabetwrites.wix.com/erzabetbishopAre: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/store... Facebook “like” page: https://www.facebook.com/erzabetbisho...Amazon author page:http://www.amazon.com/Erzabet-Bishop/...Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...Street team: https://www.facebook.com/groups/10182...Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/erzabet.bishopPinterest: http://pinterest.com/erzabetbishop/Review Blog: http://erzabetsenchantments.blogspot....Triberr: http://triberr.com/ErzabetBishopAuthor Database: http://authorsdb.com/authors-director...Authorgraph: https://www.authorgraph.com/authors/E...

Heat Wave Blog Hop Summer fun !! #Amazongiveaway @Roanepublishing @romanceretweet

Howdy Folks !  Haven't you heard?  It's summer, woohoo !!
What that really means?  My house won't be quiet for the next 2 months.
So, how do you spend your summer?  I don't think there are enough ways to explain how crazy my summer actually gets....4 kids going in 4 different directions.Seems we do something different each week.  
So this week or at least today(kids are so needy), i'm making it about me :)
The latest in my Montana Series is:

 
Morgan's MountainOn the proverbial run from another failed relationship, Morgan finds herself in the one place she always found solace. With every intention of being alone, she’s surprised when she comes across the one person she never expected.
Luke would go to the ends of the earth to figure out why Morgan ran away five years ago and make things right with her. However, a dangerous trek up the mountains to her family’s cabin might not have been the smartest choice. To say she was happy to see him would be a huge lie. Having to rescue him, mortifying for Luke.
Toss a kidnapper into the mix and their feelings for each other are brought into perspective, revealing parts of themselves they never thought would come to light.Available HERE
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So we're doing a giveaway, in honor of my kids whom i love dearly but secretly wishing school was starting tomorrow so they could return :)
$5 Amazon Gift Card
To enter?  all you gotta do is tell me how crazy your summer gets!
That's it, leave a comment below with your email so i can contact you if you win and have a great summer !
But don't forget, stop by the other blogs in the hop for more prizes 
AND...
Roane Publishing is offering a $50 Amazon GC and free feedback on a chapter over at their blog so don't miss out !!

Pre-Order Rocking the CEO by Catherine Peace @Decadentpub @lexcade @romanceretweet

Rocking the CEOby Catherine Peace
A 1NightStand ~ Decadent Publishing

This last year of Joss Richards’ life has changed for the better—or so she thinks. A new band, a new city, a new life, and, now, a shot at a contract with the hottest rock label around, ICE Records. If she and her bandmates can impress the label, her life will be set. Too bad her best friend thinks something is missing. When Joss receives details of the 1Night Stand date set up for her, she bolts—straight into the arms of a sexy stranger.
When August Bragg glimpses a red-haired goddess in the hotel lobby he can’t get out of his thoughts—or his fantasies. Unable to resist her lure, he indulges in a steamy encounter. Then learns her name, and he realizes his fantasies has left his heart in an ethical dilemma.
Will they give everything up for their careers, or can the man who holds Joss’ future in his hands also convince her to give him her heart?

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Excerpt:
She stopped at the entrance and leaned against the wall. With her spiked hair, tight black Tshirt, the swell of her ass in those black skinny jeans, and spike-heeled boots, she personified his fantasy. How could he focus on his date Sunday night when this woman stood in front of him, the picture of everything he’d wanted for months?
He stopped next to her and tried not to stare, but her beauty captivated him. Bright-green eyes, a narrow nose, and a gorgeous mouth he wanted to taste so badly he barely withstood being next to her. Keep your composure. She’s a woman. A beautiful woman…. “Hello there.”
When she glanced at him, her eyes widened just a bit. “Hi.” Then she curled her lips into a seductive smile.
“You look a little lost.”
She shrugged. “Hard to be lost when you don’t have a destination.”
Gods, her voice…. Pure, raw, Southern sex appeal. “Where are you from?”
“South Carolina. You?”
“Iceland.” He appreciated the interest in her eyes and the way she pursed her lips. “Your accent’s sexy.”
“So is yours.”
At the compliment, she actually blushed. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Shouting over the music started to get old. “Would you like to go somewhere?”
From the way her green eyes darkened, he knew her answer before she said a word.
No way they’d make it back to his room, not with the way he ached. Time for an alternative plan.

About the author:

Catherine Peace has been telling stories for as long as she could remember. She often blames two things for her forays into speculative fiction—Syfy (when it was SciFi) channel Sundays with her dad and The Island of Dr. Moreau by HG Wells. She graduated in 2008 from Northern Kentucky University with a degree in English and is still chasing the dream of being super rich and famous, mostly so she can sit around in her PJs all day and write stories. When not being a slave to the people in her head, she’s a slave to two adorable dogs. 
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Surprising Myself by @LeaBronsen #erotica #trailer

Thank you for hosting my first audio release, the erotica anthology SURPRISING MYSELF!
What is your secret fantasy? That one thing you dream of doing but have never had the chance to fulfill in real life… Thirteen writers present sexy, steamy stories of women getting the chance to live out their personal fantasies. What’s yours? Whether it’s several lovers at the same time for a pulse-pounding ménage scene or the allure of getting caught in public, these stories will set your mind ablaze. From voyeurism in a sex club to swinging, cuckolding to cosplay, SURPRISING MYSELF brings you stories from thirteen hot new writers to watch out for and just might make you think about fulfilling your own wildest fantasy.

ABOUT LEA BRONSEN'S STORY "COME ABOARD"Lorna, a young American reporter, travels to a port town in France to cover a yacht race. She hopes she’ll be able to experience her wildest fantasy on the beach – sex in public. Due to getting on the wrong train, she has an argument with the controller, who she finds both immensely sexy and annoyingly arrogant.
When he brings her to the engine, pretending to restrain her but instead getting intimate with her, she sees the opportunity to live out her fantasy…

TRAILERhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETJpsnhXGwM


EXCERPTIf lucky, I might even meet a handsome Frenchman with whom to spend Saturday night. I’m single, have been for the past few months, and at twenty-three, the lack of sex for such a long time is driving me half-nuts. An interlude with a local hotness on one of the warm beaches of Sables sounds like an irresistible idea. Yes, a beach, or any other public place. The eBook I’m reading features a heroine getting the fuck of her life in an open park at night against a tree in full view of passersby. I want that kind of excitement, too. The three boyfriends I’ve had in the past few years were good in bed but not daring enough. I yearn for someone to do something crazy and a little forbidden with me, in public visibility. Surely, that hint of dangerousness, the possibility of being caught by the authorities, should increase the sexual experience—and our orgasms—tenfold.
For now, I’ll have to do with checking out the cute Maghrebian controller while waiting for him to examine my ticket. Row after row, he walks the narrow aisle toward me, distributing polite smiles to the passengers and answering questions. Tall and broad-shouldered, he has the looks and build of a soccer player. A black tribal tattoo appears below the short sleeve of his purple shirt and travels down his sun-kissed, muscular forearm. Beneath his gray cap, he sports a short buzz cut, and two or three days’ worth of black beard stubble covers his cheeks and chin, just enough to make him…oh, God, immensely sexy. With full lips, a strong nose, and black olive-shaped eyes, he’s a gem of North Africa, an exotic, roughly polished jewel. He would definitely fit in my fuck-on-the-beach fantasy.
BOOK LINKSAudio: Insatiable Press / AmazonEBook: Amazon.com / Amazon.uk / Barnes & Noble / KoboPreview the book on AmazonAdd the book to GoodreadsSee pictures on Pinterest


ABOUT LEA BRONSEN
I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic contemporary romance.
I love to hear from my readers! Write to leabronsen@yahoo.com or meet me on:Website / Lea's Crazy Nights Blog/ Facebook profile / Facebook page / Twitter / Amazon

It's All About the Book: Hunter by Sarai Henderson @Shendersonbooks @evernightteen #amazongiveaway #YA #PNR @romanceretweet

It’s All About the Book…

Please tell us about your current or upcoming release.



My novel is called HUNTER:
Sixteen-year-old Hunter belongs to the Telepathic Alliance for the Latent or Newly manifested, otherwise known as Talon, a bounty hunter community known for their ruthless tactics. Her latest mission in San Diego was supposed to be a piece of cake, but when the job takes a treacherous and deadly turn, not even her telepathic abilities could have warned her of the dangers lurking around the corner. 
There is only one place for Hunter to go, and that is straight into the hands of the government and their Psychic Intelligence Team, but even the “normal” world isn’t safe. With each passing hour throwing her deeper into the game of life and death, Hunter must decide who to trust before this mission becomes her last.


What is this book’s genre?  Is this the genre you usually write in?  Are there any genre’s you haven’t written that you’d like to try?
This book is a young adult urban fantasy. I’ve previously written Epic Fantasies, but I wouldn’t mind trying ghost stories.


What inspired you to write this book?
I was driving to who knows where and the person in front of me was going way under the speed limit. I thought to myself, “wouldn’t it be nice if I could project my voice into their head and make them move?” And so Hunter was born.


How did you pick its title?  Did it come first or did you have to write the story first?I rolled a few ideas around in my head, but ultimately I picked HUNTER. There are several meanings behind it. It’s the main character’s name and she is a bounty hunter who becomes the hunted. It seemed fitting.


How did you create your characters?  Did you use any real life people in their making?Most of my characters are based off of real people. I always tell my friends to be nice to me because if they aren’t, I will put them in my story. That is why I always have a red head in my books. She is based off of my best friend and I know she loves it.


Who is your favorite character of this book and why?
My favorite character is definitely Seeker.  He is a real bad ass with a heart. He will do anything to keep his friends safe and to keep the secret of the telepaths out of the wrong hands. He was so much fun to write.


What is your favorite part of this book?  Can you share an excerpt from that part?
My favorite part is when Hunter is chasing the red head (My best friend) through a fish market. It’s insane:
My hand slowly moved for the taser I had hidden in the belt of my jeans. Fifty thousand volts of electricity to jumble Dawn’s thoughts and incapacitate her just long enough for me to get the cuffs around her scrawny little wrists. With one quick movement my hand jerked in front of me, the stun gun pointed at the mark, ready for the take down. Who needed backup anyway?The second before I pulled the trigger, Dawn pushed me in the chest as hard as she could. I stumbled back, colliding with several bystanders and a fish cart. The slimy creatures tumbled all over the ground around me as I struggled to free myself from the entanglement of people I had been caught up in. “Damn it!”Dawn had already been swallowed up by the crowd, but I didn’t need my sight to find her. The frightened inner monologue screamed loudly with many profanities that should never be repeated in good company. It would be easy enough to track and it was moving away from me quickly. My heart beat faster as my hunting instinct picked up her trail.


What was the hardest part of this book to write? Can you share an excerpt from that part?
I can’t give too much away, but the end of the book was the hardest thing to write. Let’s just say we lost a lot of good characters that day.


Did you have any special rhythm or quirks while writing this?
I wrote HUNTER on my lunch break at work. I would sit in my car, put my feet out the window and blast music through my headphones. My coworkers thought I was strange, but it works for me.


Is this a stand-alone book or is it part of a series?  If so, we want to hear about it and what’s next in the series.  If not a series, what comes next to be released?

I am currently working on a sequel to HUNTER. I don’t know all the details yet, but I’m thinking a telepath killer vs a killer telepath.

Sarai, thanks so much for answering all our questions, it was great to have time to sit and visit with you !  Good luck on that sequel and we hope you'll come visit us again when you know more about it !!!
  
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Hunter by Sarai HendersonUrban Fantasy/Paranormal/SuspenseEvernight Teen / 56K
Sixteen-year-old Hunter belongs to the Telepathic Alliance for the Latent or Newly manifested, otherwise known as Talon, a bounty hunter community known for their ruthless tactics. Her latest mission in San Diego was supposed to be a piece of cake, but when the job takes a treacherous and deadly turn, not even her telepathic abilities could have warned her of the dangers lurking around the corner.
There is only one place for Hunter to go, and that is straight into the hands of the government and their Psychic Intelligence Team, but even the “normal” world isn’t safe. With each passing hour throwing her deeper into the game of life and death, Hunter must decide who to trust before this mission becomes her last.
Buy Links:   Evernight Teen     Amazon     Excerpt: 14+ due to adult situations
I pulled my hood up over my head as the rain began to pour from the skies and bounce off the sidewalk in a serene rhythm. My hands were shaking from the adrenaline that surged through my body. The hunt never got old. “All right, Bear. I’m in pursuit of the mark. Get ready.”“About time, slow poke.” He chuckled to himself, but I wasn’t amused. Dawn had put me in a bad mood and it would take a while for it to wear off. If only he was close enough to punch, maybe I would feel better.The sidewalk turned a corner sending me into a crowded marketplace where the people bumped shoulders more often than not. The smell of fish hit me like a ton of bricks making me crinkle my nose in disgust. There was nothing I hated more than seafood. Well, maybe large cities with all the loud voices in my head, but fish was a close second.I dug my hands deep into my jeans pockets to keep them from shaking. Anxiety from listening to the varied streams of consciousness coursed through my body. I had to concentrate.Dawn’s presence was moving closer through the crowd, I could feel it. Her thoughts told me that she didn’t like fish much either but this was where her contact had told her to meet him. My heart skipped a beat with the mention of another person around, possibly a telepath. Great, we didn’t have much time.“Bear,” I shouted into the com. “She’s here to meet someone and it sounds like they’re going to send her into hiding. I need you close by. This is happening now.”


About our Author: Sarai Henderson is a retired ballerina from Oregon City, Oregon, where she spends most her time chasing down her three rambunctious boys and writing on her lunch break at work. She enjoys DIY projects, Photography and writing on her blog about life as a mother of an autistic son. 
Social media links:Twitter: @ShendersonbooksGoodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7708229.Sarai_HendersonFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorSarai/Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sarai-Henderson/e/B01H7MFNUAPinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/udjb1984/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/exballerina/?hl=en

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