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Release day Blitz: Stages of Desire by Julia Tagan. Complications. Sabotage. Scandal. You can find it all in this historical regency romance.

Stages of Desire by Julia Tagan Genre: Historical Romance (Regency)Release Date: January 5, 2015


To be or not to be—in love…

As a ward of the Duchess of Dorset, Harriet can hardly expect more from a match than the ringing endorsement of “from what I’ve heard, the man is financially secure and his teeth are quite regular.” After all, she’s only the lowly daughter of traveling actors, not the actual daughter of the duchess.
William Talbot, Earl of Abingdon is set to marry the duchess’s daughter. After his elder brother’s scandalous death, his family’s reputation is paramount, and he’ll allow nothing to damage it again. But when Harriet disappears to save her father from debtor’s prison, the scandal threatens William and his intended’s family.

The simple task of fetching the duchess’s runaway ward turns complicated when Harriet insists on traveling with her father’s acting company. William’s forced to tag along, and finds himself entranced. The stage transforms Harriet into a free-spirited, captivating beauty. But someone’s been sabotaging the theater company, and instead of facing scandal, William and Harriet discover a threat not only to their growing passion, but to their lives…



London, 1808

“Miss Farley. I would like an answer to my question.”

She leaped down from the wagon, landing as lightly as a cat. Her back was ramrod straight as she approached him, and she met his eyes with an unwavering gaze. “I presume Her Grace sent you to talk sense into me.”

“She did indeed.”

“Well, you’re too late. We’re preparing for a journey to Birmingham. These are the Farley Players, the esteemed strolling theatrical company you may have heard me mention the other day.”

Esteemed seemed far too grand a word for this shabby group.

Undeterred, she waved her hand with a flourish at William. “I’d like to introduce Lord Abingdon.”

“I’d like a word with you.” He motioned to the door. “Alone. Outside.”

She led the way out of the barn to a small creek, knelt down, and washed her hands, drying them off on her skirt. William couldn’t help but notice the flash of petticoats when she did so, as well as a view of her slender ankle. The sight of her was disconcerting. He cleared his throat in an effort to regain his composure.

“If I remember correctly, Miss Farley, the duchess and I both forbade you from leaving London.”

She pushed her hair off her face with an irritated gesture. “I’m of age now, and am free to do as I please.”

Her arrogance was astounding. William wished he could grab her by the shoulders and give her a good shake. “You would run off with these troublemakers and shame the woman who raised you, as well as the woman I am going to marry? What kind of ungrateful person are you that you’d even entertain such a notion? Is your father near death?”

“Not exactly.” She bit her lip. He’d struck a chord; she didn’t appear as sure of herself anymore. “I don’t mean to do anything to harm Her Grace. She’s been like a mother to me. But she’s not my true mother and, at this moment, I must see my father.”

“What will happen to him if you don’t charge up to Birmingham with your army in tow?”

“He’ll be sent to debtor’s prison.”

William laughed. “Debtor’s prison?”

“I’m deadly serious about this and find your humor most unkind.”

Relief surged through him. The solution was easier than he’d believed possible. “I am sorry, Miss Farley. I didn't realize how simple the solution is. I’ll give you the money. Have one of your troupe bring it to your father, and you and I will return to London. Simple as that. I understand why you wouldn't want to trouble the duchess with this kind of request, but as I have certain plans with regard to the family, I’m happy to extend you this favor. As long as you don’t have other family members popping up requesting handouts. And there will be no more lies.”

“You’re doing me a favor?” She fixed him with a stare. “I’m not some poor relation of yours to order about. I won’t take your money.”

The girl was stubborn when there was no need to be. How had the duchess ever put up with her in the first place? “Take the money and let’s get going. We’ll stay overnight at my estate and have you back in London by tomorrow afternoon.”

She shook her head. “It won’t do. The producer to whom my father is indebted demands a production within the week. He has promised his patrons As You Like It, starring the famous Mrs. Ivey, and nothing less will do.”

“I see. And who is this famous actress? Is she the one who curtseyed so deeply I heard her knees creak?”

Miss Farley almost smiled. “No. That’s Mrs. Kembler. She’s one of ours. Mrs. Ivey is already up in Birmingham, awaiting our arrival.” She placed her hand on his arm, the pressure of her touch as light as a feather. “Sorry, my lord. I know this seems like a rash act. But I need to take care of my father right now. I’m fully capable of comporting myself in a ladylike manner. I have no intention of bringing shame upon Her Grace’s household.”

“So just now, when you were heaving trunks around like a common dockworker, it wasn’t scandalous?” An uncomfortable warmth swept over him, remembering it.

“That was work. Nothing scandalous about work.”

“It was the way you were working.”

“And what way is that?” She put her hands on her hips and breathed heavily. He couldn't help noticing the rise and fall of her chest.

At a loss for words, he stammered as he tried to regain the upper hand. “Never mind now.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide. “My lord, I understand why you might be worried, and why my running off alone was not proper. I am sorry. Allow me to go to Birmingham and sort out this mess. Please. I haven’t seen my father in a long time.”

She plucked at the fabric of her skirt like a small child might. For a brief moment, he couldn’t help but sympathize with her, remembering his own turbulent history with his father.

“He left me a book of sonnets, you see, but I didn’t receive it until yesterday. He inscribed it to me and, well, it’s difficult to explain. But now I realize how difficult it must’ve been for him to give me away. My mother died when I was born and life had been rough.”

“My mother died giving birth to my younger brother. But you must carry on. Life is not meant to be easy.”

She shook her head slowly, in disbelief. “There are varying degrees of easy. Losing a mother, yes, we’re even on that point. But have you gone for days slogging through the mud in the hopes of finding a warm bed and supper? I remember quite clearly what it’s like to not eat for a couple of days, the way the hunger climbs from your stomach up your throat until even your jaw aches.”

She had him there. He only missed a meal by accident, when he was absorbed in his work. And any cravings were satisfied immediately.

“My lord, I’d like to thank my father for allowing me to live with the duke and duchess. It’s the least I can do.”

He almost suggested she write a letter instead, but stopped himself. What if he were given the opportunity to talk to his father, or his brother, again? What would he say?

He understood her desire to make amends, and her honesty cut him to the core.

“Please, my lord.”

Sounds of merriment spilled out of the barn.
Perhaps they could reach an agreement. “I will allow it, on two conditions.”

“My lord?”

“My former nursemaid, Miss Entwhistle, shall act as chaperone. She’s here with me now and will accompany you to ensure you meet the standards of respectability. Two: You’ll stay with her at all times, and be back in London by next week. I will tell the duchess I allowed you to visit family in Birmingham, and leave it at that. No mention of the theater.”

“I suppose I can agree.”

“Very well, I’ll make the introductions.”

Eager to break the unexpected connection between them, William headed to the carriage while she returned to the barn. Miss Farley’s voice rang out.

“My lord, you might want to come quick.”

“One moment, I must see to Miss Entwhistle first.”

“That’s what I mean.”

William caught up with Miss Farley inside the barn. She pointed in the direction of several bales of hay, where Miss Entwhistle stood wearing a long purple scarf and swaying side to side, singing a colorful ditty at the top of her lungs. The rest of the troupe had gathered around her clapping and singing along.

“I think I’ll have no problems with Miss Entwhistle at all, my lord,” said Miss Farley. “In fact, it appears she’ll be able to teach me a few things.”


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Julia Tagan lives with her husband and goldendoodle in New York City. A journalist by training, she enjoys weaving actual events and notorious individuals into her historical romances. Her favorite activities include walking her dog in Central Park, scouring farmers’ markets for the perfect tomato, and traveling to foreign cities in search of inspiration.


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Beth Huntley, photographer and devoted bachelorette, doesn’t believe in true love. Too much hurt and disappointment has left her hiding behind the camera. All she can see is a black and white world around her.William Lorde, widower and father, was once an open and carefree man. The loss of his wife has left him wrapped up in the needs of his little girl. He can no longer see the colors of the world as he struggles each and every day. What happens when these two similarly different people meet and help each other to step out of the world they’ve created for themselves? Will they find a love that helps them heal from the past, enjoy their present and create a beautiful future?

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GoodreadsAmazon USAmazon CA William stopped short and leaned against one of the buildings lining the street. "Beth, can I ask you an honest question?"

I didn't even think twice before answering, "Sure, ask away."

"Are you here with me out of pity, or are you okay being with a fucked-up guy like me?" he asked quietly.

To say I was stunned would've been an understatement. I moved towards him and laid my hands against his folded arms. The current which seemed to connect us sizzled in the cool air. He needed the truth. "I'm not here out of pity, nor are you a fucked-up anything. You’re hurting, lost and in need of a friend. Despite how angry I was at Jude and Anne’s interference, I think they might have been right about one thing. It seems I'm the perfect person."

He closed his eyes and laid his head back against the wall. "I am fucked-up, Beth. I can't seem to stay on a straight path anymore. One day I can see some daylight at the end of the tunnel, and then the next day, the world seems so dark and gray again."

"William, it's completely understandable. When my parents divorced, I was all over the place for months, hell, years actually. For a child, being unable to understand what was happening or why everything had to change, God, I thought I was going crazy. I wish I’d had someone to help me through those times. Maybe I wouldn't be the fucked-up woman I am now." Honesty in this case, seemed as though it would be the best policy.

"But I'm not a child, Beth. I'm a grown man who should be able to handle this better," William said, looking down at me and I could see the torment in his eyes. "I'm so screwed up."

"You're not screwed up. You're suffering through one of the most terrible things which could happen to anyone. You lost your wife so suddenly, and you were left with a tiny baby who needs you to be strong all time for her. My God, I’m sure if I was in a similar situation, I would be a blubbering mess of goo. I'm so impressed by your strength," I argued. "You’re a strong man, you have a lot going on, but you're working through it, you work hard every day to provide for your baby girl."

"I don't know how to do this. How do I make sure Angel doesn't turn into me?" William asked, tears falling freely down his face.

I reached up, laying a hand on his cheek and wiped the tears away with my thumb. "Let me help, I'll try to help you figure out what I wish someone had taught me."

William covered my hand with his. "Why, Beth? Why would you commit yourself to doing this for a complete stranger?"

I thought about the answer for a moment. Why was I doing this? Was I truly interested in William, the idea of saving him, or was I doing this out of a need to help someone I saw as a friend? I decided again to be honest.

"I don't know, William. I've seen you light up when you look at that beautiful little girl of yours, and I know you deserve to be happy. I want the sparkle in your eyes to shine for the whole world. I want to see it sparkle every single day."

William let his arms drop to his sides. "I don't know if it's possible. It won't be fair to you, not if I can't be helped."

"Let me decide what I consider fair. For now, let's just take it one day at a time. Let me be a friend and help bring you back to life," I suggested.

Before I even had time to consider what I was doing, I pressed my body against his, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. It felt so right, as if I molded against him perfectly. Once more I berated myself as a fraud. I wanted to help a friend, but my physical attraction for William was hoping for more. The question of whether this was a good idea spun around inside my head once again.

William wrapped his arms around me, holding on as if I was a beacon of light in a storm. "Maybe I can bring you back to life in return," he whispered against the top of my head.

Traci Hayden is a mother of four beautiful girls and one adorable granddaughter.

She has always had a passion for reading, but recently the obsession for writing has taken over.

As a Nova Scotian native now living in British Columbia, Traci has travelled across Canada, fuelling her imagination from coast to coast.

Along with two dogs and two cats, Traci's home is shared with her partner of 17 years. He is her rock and constant support.

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Seven years ago, free-spirited Hadley’s heart was shattered when her secret high school love, Ryder Blake, betrayed her with just a few harsh words. Now, in her twenties and unhappily committed to Braden, her boyfriend of two years, she is unknowingly still picking up the pieces, and beginning to realize her life is far from the one she always dreamed of having.

When sexy and all grown up Ryder walks back into her life, memories of their summer spent together causes her to want the old Hadley back. The Hadley that took risks and made her own rules, the Hadley that only Ryder Blake has ever dared to bring out.

Ryder has had his fair share of women since high school, but none have ever compared to the girl who stole his heart and disappeared with it. When his life starts to fall into place Hadley’s sudden reappearance and disgust towards him fuels his drive to win her back and never let her run again…even if she has a boyfriend, and even if he has to handcuff her to his bed.

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She’ll push him away.

Sparks will fly.

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“Why are you just standing there?” Hadley’s harsh voice, very much different than in my memory, jolts me.   
An embarrassing tug of my jeans alerts me to my rock hard cock.
“Looks like nothing has changed.” Hadley’s sharp tongue states but her eyes give her away
I reach down and adjust myself as I watch her walk past me, wanting nothing more than to spank her tight ass. I grab her arm and whip her around so we are face to face.
"Oh, I’ve changed Hadley…and I can show you how if you’d like,” I tell her pushing up against her. 
Her breathing deepens as she attempts to tug her hand out of my grip. “Let. Me. Go, ” she says accentuating each word.
“Never.” I intently promise.
She scoffs. “I don’t belong to you anymore, Ryder.”
“You know,” I say, lifting my hand to caress the side of her cheek. She flinches but doesn’t move. 
“Since you vanished into thin air we technically never broke up. So, you still belong to me. Have you been cheating on me with this Braden asshole.”
I’m trying to lighten the mood but her eyes go wide. She’s seething. “Oh, yea? And how many girls have you fucked since high school? Go back to them.”
“I don’t want them. I want you,” I say, shocked at my own admission.
She looks between my eyes and my hand wrapped around her arm. Resolve shines through. “What’s that you said?” She taps her finger against her lips. “Oh yea. I’ve been there and done that.”
She pulls out of my grasp, shooting daggers with her eyes, and walks away from me, again.







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Amy Marie was born and raised in the suburbs of Chicago and now resides in Virginia Beach with her fantastically crazy husband and two kids.

As an avid reader, she never dreamed of writing her own novel until the characters started haunting her at night and in the shower.  Wanting to get it down on paper she set off on the journey that is more than she could have ever dreamed. 

When not writing she can be found carting her kids around, breaking up their fights, cleaning up messes, teaching Zumba, or reading. 


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Maker, book 3 in the Trilogy was a stunning conclusion to the series. This book falls in a genre of it's own, it is hard to define since there are so many genres hidden within the book, actually in the whole series. It was a book I enjoyed immensely. This time we followed the story of Ambra through the eyes of Waythrel,the alien XIX, her right hand man and dear friend. His beliefs were not only questioned but he was continually confronted with his point of views, his education and his knowledge. When his soul mate came into the story in the form of a demon it gave the story an interesting twist and I really connected with this alien. His heartache and longing for a mate that was no longer part of his world.
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This book takes you deeper into the universe and the impending doom they faced. The multiple layers of the universe and the worlds that the author created was fascinating. The multiple gods we encounter - each with their own character traits that made them dangerous, caused some interesting twists within the story. On several occasions I had to agree with Waythrel, going through the gate in an unseemly never-ending loop, it took all your concentration to keep track; at times not sure where we are taken on this journey. But yet the author manage to keep your attention throughout the chapters so that you didn't get lost and watch - as a fly on the wall - as everything comes together.
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In my opinion, it is the author's unique style of writing what kept you glued to the book. It had enough suspense and drama within as he layered the story with it's scientific explorations and poetic tales of love and hate in a symmetry of opposites that was beautifully illustrated with his words. 

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The breeze picked up and was bursting insistent, frigid puffs that threatened to dislodge his hat. Archie clamped one hand on top, squishing it down around his lean face as he resolutely lengthened his stride and marched on, determined to make it home before the storm set in. He'd almost made it to the corner, to the place where he normally made the left on N. Westburl, and then a right onto 43rd, followed by a various assortment of other long deviations that would get him safely home, when a large crack of thunder shook the air. He decided that just this once he might consider taking the most direct route, albeit dangerous, foreboding, and possibly life-threatening. He stopped right on the bend of the street, uncertain for a split moment, until the next jolting crack of thunder made up his mind for him. He headed straight along Market St that followed the length of the Thames River, hoping that the seedy individuals who lurked around the pier were as mindful of the storm as he and would not cause him trouble on this particular evening, for even though he was quick-witted and could talk himself out of most troubles, sailors tended to be a harder breed of people. They were a sharp and cunning lot, and Archie did not know if he could outsmart anyone else that day and didn't wish to press his luck. He made it past the pier, hesitating just long enough to glance at the small boats tied to the dock. There were obviously people about, and so far he had been lucky enough not to encounter any of them. But one final ground-shaking crack and the tinkling sound of bells changed it all. The clouds overhead clashed and he ran for the shelter of a nearby tavern, barely escaping the torrent of rain. Archie had never been in The Captain's Keg before. He stopped just inside the door and let his eyes adjust to the dark, smoke-filled room. He realized that not only had he run into the very people he wished to avoid, but that he also had a new problem. These men weren't just sailors. He was ready to run back out and take his chances of drowning in the street, when he heard the same tinkling of bells from earlier. This time, it sounded like mocking laughter. Well. He might very well be losing his mind, but a coward he was not. He straightened to his full height—all six feet and four inches of it—and removed his crumpled hat with a flourish, tucking it under his arm. He walked proudly down the three steps that led into the heart of the tavern—to a bar, teeming with pirates. A couple of heads turned at his arrival and those who met his solemn, blue gaze were quick to drop their eyes back to their drinks. His spirits momentarily lifted, Archibald nodded to himself more than to anyone else in particular, a slight smile playing on his lips. He was holding his own. Still erring on the side of caution, he scanned the length of the bar, finding three open seats. Two were between rather burly, shifty-looking blokes with tattoos. The third seat, nearly on the end of the bar, sat betwixt an elderly gentleman with longish white sideburns, a round belly, and spectacles to match that sat precariously upon a rather bulbous nose. The gent on the other side was scrawny, his clothes in tatters, thin face in a scowl as he stared at a leaflet of paper before him. Even though he sat still, there was a nervous energy that pulsed off the small man. He gave Archibald the impression of a jittery, starving squirrel. Archibald decided his best chances lay between the old man and the squirrel and so he took his seat, nodding in a genial fashion to the old man, whose watery blue eyes barely gave him a passing glance. The squirrel didn't acknowledge his presence. "What'll it be, mate?" the barkeep asked. Archibald bit his lip to keep from laughing. Every drink in the tavern was the same yellowish liquid. Why the bald man standing behind the bar bothered to even ask such a mundane question was beyond him. Perhaps he was daydreaming again. He did do that a lot and at times it seemed real. "'Tis all ale, is it not?" "Aye, but will it be single or double ye'll be havin'?" Archibald lifted a single finger and waited for his drink. "Ye'd have much better luck with rum, I should think," the old man said quietly as he stared down into his own glass, "The ale's watered down. Not fit for a fish to drink, it isn't." One dreg out of the glass, and Archibald was quite certain the gentleman was more than right. It tasted like something poured from an old boot. Not that he regularly drank from old boots, mind you. Thank heavens he hadn't ordered twice the amount of the vile stuff. Deciding it better not to even bother asking for the rum, which most definitely hidden beneath the counter and out of sight, he tossed a couple of coins down on the scarred wooden bar, and sat looking down into the remnants of his glass, listening to the patter of rain on the tin roof. A strange thought came suddenly. For a bar filled with pirates, it was most unusual. It was rather quiet, an odd comment here or there, but otherwise there was nothing but silence. Surely they weren't all sitting around listening to the rain. Archie couldn't figure it out. But he knew one thing, these people certainly weren't living up to his expectations of the loud, fearless persons he always thought pirates to be. The squirrel on his left shifted around on his stool, staring even harder at the parchment. Sweat popped out on a face that was now a color that reminded Archie of the paper in the print shop, a colorless, pasty white. Good for paper, not for squirrels. "Well?" a low, deep voice rolled out from a dark corner and broke the silence so suddenly that it startled Archie. "Give us the news then, Harper." Ah, well now. Things may get lively yet, Archie thought, casting a quick look to the corner from where the voice rumbled. It was too dark to see the man who sat against the wall, but Archibald got a good look at the pair of worn, dark leather boots propped up on the table, and the curling wisps of cigar smoke that floated up to the rafters. "It says a r-roy, royy…" the squirrel named Harper stuttered, the paper shaking in his hands. "Ach! The man canna read it anymore than the rest o' us." A complaint hurtled from one of the tattooed blokes at the opposite end of the bar. As if he were getting more anxious, Harper tried again, his voice in a near squeak, "A royy-alll…" Archie spied the lettering, and against his better conscience, whispered just loud enough that Harper would hear, "A royal pardon is offered to those pirates who surrender on or before the fifth of September, this year of 1718." He waited as Harper relayed the message, then continued, "Being limited to crimes committed before the fifth of January. All other crimes committed after such date, will be considered for a death of hanging." Archie sensed the old man on the other side of him shuffle about, as if he were searching for something on the insides of his pockets, but Archie's attention was fixed on the squirrel he saved. Harper turned and gave him a toothless, yet thankful, smile and set to guzzling the contents of his glass as quickly as possible in an effort to calm his shaking nerves. "Well, that counts us out, lads," a dark chuckle came from the corner, "'No pardon for the likes o' us, I fear. We all be hanged." "Aye, but they must catch us first. I won't be finding me neck in a noose," a shout rang out, followed by the murmur of agreement from all the others as they lifted their glasses in salute. Feeling rather in-tune with the pirates, Archibald picked up his glass as well and toasted the luck of the now boisterous lot, draining the last contents of his glass. Some small part of his brain noted that while the ale was certainly vile before, it also became bitter the longer it sat. The bitterness left nearly as soon as he noticed it, having been replaced with a rather calming sensation. Pirates truly weren't a bad lot, he thought sleepily, just people like everyone else. They were only misunderstood. He turned to convince the elderly gentleman on his right of exactly that, when the darkness came and took over. The last thing he heard was the old man chuckle, singing softly, "Yo-ho, me mateys, yo-ho…"

***

"Careful now, lads, mind the poor lout's head, aye? He'll be having a dreadful headache come morning without any extra bumps ye'd be givin' him along the way." The voice was familiar—rather achingly so—though Archie couldn't quite seem to get his faculties in order to remember who the owner of the voice was. The few times he could open his eyes, nothing at all made sense. It all came and went in blurs with distorted figures he couldn't quite make out. The darkness came and went, so in the end, he figured it better to keep his eyes shut for the time being and try to concentrate on other things, foggy and confusing as they might seem. He thought he was being drug along the rough boards of the pier, and while that familiar voice seemed to care about the condition of his head, his legs and backside seemed to be another matter entirely of which the man cared not a whit as they bumped him along each splintering plank. Luckily, the drug slipped in his drink deadened the pain, and he only registered the faint, odd pricks and scrapes where the wood had its way with his flesh. "He's got hair like black candles, he does," a crackling voice snickered by his head. "Aye, Smee, are we taking this poor soul aboard for his long locks? Did the Cap'n order you fetch him a wifey, then?" another voice chimed in, followed by raucous laughter, and a low retort from the man named Smee that Archibald couldn't make out. "A good bit heavier than he looks," the first voice by his head huffed, "Slow ye down a bit, Murph. I'm losin' my grip. Oh drat, there he goes!" And those were the last words Archibald ever heard on the shores of bonnie England as his head hit the pier and the darkness crept over him once again.

AUTHOR BIOK.R. Thompson lives in southwest Virginia with her husband, son, three cats, and an undeterminable amount of chickens. An avid reader and firm believer in magic, she spends her nights either reading an adventure or writing one. She still watches for evidence of Bigfoot in the mud of Wolf Creek.
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Coming home when Rissa was already a few months old made me want to prove I could take care of her. Fortunately, for the most part, she was a pretty easy baby. I was feeling pretty confident. This fatherhood thing wasn’t as hard as everybody made it out to be. Oh little did I know.A few nights after I got home from deployment, we went out to dinner with our moms before they flew home. We’d been at the restaurant close to an hour when Rissa started to get fussy.  She didn’t want a bottle or a pacifier. None of the positions I tried were working. You reached for her, but I said, “Just wait, I gotta learn.” A minute or two later she quieted down. I’d found what worked, bouncing on my knee, or so I thought. Feeling a bit smug, I told you, “See, I got this.” You gave a small nod and smiled like you knew something I didn’t know. If I’d been a smart man, I would have heeded the warning from the experienced parent.It wasn’t long before you glanced down and grinned like the cat who ate the canary. My chair was angled away from the table so I had room for Rissa on my lap. As you nodded your head toward me and smirked, you asked, “Did you have an accident?’I followed your gaze and looked down at my lap to find a big wet spot seeping out from under Rissa. “She peed on me!”“Ugh, babe, I don’t think that’s pee.”“Oh, nasty!” I tried to hand Rissa to you, but you were having none of it.You shook your head, held your hands up, and said, “Remember—you got this. So get to getting.”Desperate, I looked to our moms for help, but I instantly knew they were on Team Mom and I was on my own. By this point, Rissa had started crying at full volume. After about five minutes of watching me struggle to get her out of the poop infested clothes and diaper, you took pity on me, or Rissa at least, and started changing her. After bending her in half, which I didn’t know was possible, you had a fresh diaper on her before I blinked. To this day, I don’t know how you changed diapers that quickly. Although, I’m pretty sure most of the liquid poop was on my lap, so there wasn’t much for you to have to clean. The front of my pants were covered in baby shit. I used every napkin we had at the table, then asked the waiter for more and another glass of water. By the time I was done scrubbing my pants, I looked like I’d pissed myself. The three of you thought it was hilarious that I had to walk out of the restaurant holding the diaper bag in front of me. Y’all had quite the time yucking it up at my expense. I learned a valuable lesson; it’s okay to ask for help as a parent, and nobody has all of the answers when it comes to kids. But I’ll admit to some satisfaction when Xavier crapped all over you when he was a couple of weeks old. While I got it in my lap, he got you from head to waist. I also learned he who laughs last, laughs loudest.
I couldn’t believe that nobody helped him. My mom was a sucker for a crying baby, and his mom was a sweetheart. I couldn’t picture either of them letting Jason struggle or Rissa cry while she was covered in poop. This story needed to be verified. The phone rang a couple of times before Marlene picked up. “Hello.”“Hey, Marlene.”“Hey, sweetie. What are y’all up to?”“I just finished opening one of the memories.”“Oh, really, are you enjoying them?”“Yeah, they’re great. This one was one of Jason’s. He told the story about Rissa pooping on him in a restaurant—”“Oh, good grief,” she laughed, “he’s never gonna let that go—”“It really happened? And he changed her at the table?”“Oh the naiveté of the new parent.” Okay, no faulting her logic there, but seriously, why would you change a baby’s diaper where you were eating? Ewww “The restaurant was this little hole in the wall Mexican place. I have no idea how it wasn’t shut down by the health department. We would have probably needed a tetanus shot if we’d gone to the bathroom there. The spot on his pants wasn’t even that bad. If he’d of just waited until we got back to the house to clean his pants nobody would have even noticed. “You’d would’ve thought he was the first parent to ever get crapped on by a baby. When we got to the car to go home, he pulled off his shorts & put them in a plastic bag from the trunk. Then he took a forty-five minute shower we got to y’all’s townhouse. Who would have thought that a grown man would be bested by one poopy diaper?”

 

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Katie’s world came crashing down in an instant.

Her husband, daughter, and unborn baby. . . all gone in a flash. The life that she’d come to know, gone before she ever really got to live it.

With a broken heart, she deals the only way she knows how, by shutting it all off. No communicating, no feelings, just pure nothingness.

Alone with nothing but her own thoughts and a well meaning family, she moves back to her childhood home, a horse farm. It’s there that she finds herself healing along with the horses her family rehabilitates. But when Parker McKenzie comes back into her life she’s reminded of all that went wrong, and all that she lost.

Will Katie ever begin to heal? Or will her secrets and loss be too much for her to overcome?

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“I brought you something,” he says, pushing himself back with his legs, allowing himself room to dig into his jean pocket. After a moment he pulls out what appears to be a black string and dangles it between his thumb and forefinger. Three silver squares catch the remaining sunlight and I suck in a hasty breath, snatching it from him. Cradling it in my hands I look down at that all too familiar bracelet.
I revel in amazement. I completely forgot about this bracelet—the one that Parker gave me when I was six, during the first time episode of anxiety and mutism. I’d just started school and had completely shut down. He gave it to me in the hope that it would give me the strength I needed. He even took the time to pick out the sterling silver squares with the letters K, T and P on them.
“I thought maybe if you knew that Tommy and I were always with you then you might feel a little stronger and you might start talking again,” he says as he ties the string around my wrist.
I smile as he fumbles with the strings. “Dad made me change a lot of oil so that I could buy this for you, Katie. I hope you like it.”
I want to tell him I love it but I can’t muster the strength, even though he’s tried to give me all he can. Instead, I thank him the only way I know how. Once he’s finished tying it, I throw my arms around him and hold on tight.
I vowed that day to never let him go. But I had, and my world went to shit because of it. He takes the bracelet from my hand and ties it around my wrist while I stare at him, completely dumbfounded. “When I got the call, I dug around for it,” he explains. My face flushes with embarrassment as I remember throwing it in his face not so long ago. “I thought maybe you could use a little strength today.” 




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Forced to leave the workforce in 2000 by the onslaught of MS, Karen saw this as an opportunity to explore her lifelong desire to write. In February of 2014, Karen independently published an inspiring story of her journey so far with MS entitled On The Right Side, My Story of Survival and Success.Ms. Magill believes that anything is possible and when she writes fiction, she leans towards the paranormal. She writes about extrasensory powers as if they are commonplace because, in her mind, we are all capable of those gifts.To date, Ms. Magill is the author of four published paranormal novels, including the award winning The Bond, A Paranormal Love Story. Karen lives in an eclectic area of Vancouver Canada and draws inspiration from the history and stories around her. 

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Introduction   I started to keep a journal after I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. I did that for the first couple of years just so I would remember what that time in my life was like. And so that, maybe, one day I would write a book on it.  Well, the day to write that book is here.
I tried to write this book years ago but the time wasn’t right. Perhaps I didn’t feel I had accomplished enough to make my story worth reading. Or maybe it was because the emotions I recalled when reading and remembering were just too painful to relive. I know that as I write this book thirteen years after my major MS attack, I find tears near the surface and I have to take breaks from writing so that I don’t break down completely. The story you are about to read comes from my MS journal, my regular journal and my memory.
My philosophy is that as long as we aren’t six feet under and are on the right side of the ground, there is hope. We can make positive changes in our life, no matter where we are right now and what challenges face us.  On The Right Side, My Story of Survival and Success is not a book to tell you how to live your life. Deep down, you know how to do that, you have the strength to survive and flourish. I am going to give you my opinion on life events and tell you how I managed to get where I am today.  Maybe it will help you. Maybe it won’t. At the least, this could be an entertaining story for you.
This book is a blend of what I went through – and am still going through – how I deal with it and my views on matters that affect our society today. I am not an expert, just a person who is going through a difficult time and is learning as I go. Events unfold the way I remember them and some of the names have been changed.
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Binds That Tie by Kate Moretti Genre: Suspense, Women’s FictionRelease Date: March 2014


Love ties. Murder binds.

Maggie never felt as though she belonged until Chris Stevens showed her what true happiness meant. Ten years into their marriage, miscarriages and infidelities have scarred them both. Despite their perfect-couple image, Maggie can’t look at Chris with anything but resentment. When a charismatic stranger offers the opportunity for a little harmless flirtation, she jumps into the game.

But charm soon turns to malice, and a deadly split-second decision forces Maggie and Chris onto a dangerous path fraught with secrets, lies, and guilt. With no one else to turn to—no one she dares trust—Maggie will ultimately learn just how binding marital ties can be.



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New York Times Bestselling Author Kate Moretti lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, two kids, and a dog. She’s worked in the pharmaceutical industry for ten years as a scientist, and has been an avid fiction reader her entire life.

She enjoys traveling and cooking, although with two kids, a day job, and writing, she doesn't get to do those things as much as she’d like.

Her lifelong dream is to buy an old house with a secret passageway.


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