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June 23, 2018
Stuff on #bookstuffing, pen names, ghost-writing and other assorted…stuff
So…first I want to give some examples on what bookstuffing is. If you’re on twitter or facebook, there’s a good chance you’ve seen it mentioned.
Below is a thread via threadreader where I tried to explain to one person what bookstuffing is and why it’s a problem. Since I’m lazy, I’ll just post the thread here, then continue on below.
Thread by @shilohwalker: “Okay, Curious. I’ll give you an intelligent argument. Are you going to be able to follow…? That is the question. So… exhibit 1… Amazon […]”
So… to continue…
How does this affect you as a reader?
If you have a favorite author,, it impacts that author’s bottom line. Why, oh why, is it always about money, some want to know.
Well, if you’re a writer, writing is your job. And it’s a field that is becoming harder and harder for many to make a living, or even writing part-time while you work a dayjob, hoping to one day really take off.
Trust me. I’m one of them. I have income coming from several sources, but my income from Amazon’s KDP/KU programs is among the lowest. There are months I don’t even pull in $100. Yeah, you read that right. I don’t even make $100 from the books I’ve got enrolled in Amazon KDP.
Ever since Ellora’s Cave started having financial issues and money from Samhain slowly started to trickle away, I’ve had to look for alternate income sources.
So I’ve been ghostwriting. That’s the bulk of my income these days and since I, like anybody else, have bills to pay, a family to help provide for, I do what’s necessary. When I’m ghostwriting, I don’t have as much time for my own writing. That means fewer stories.
Other authors who face waning income issues also look for alternative sources. I know a couple who have given up writing altogether. I’m not naming names, but these were beautiful authors and the world is a little darker for the loss of their voices.
But when you struggle to just make it from book to book…well, it does make it harder.
Bookstuffers are violating Amazon’s TOS by not providing *unique* content. Their guidelines are that bonus content (unoriginal) can only make up 10% of the overall books.
Guidelines also stipulate that excessive spacing is a violation of TOS as it leads to a disruptive reading experience.
Like for instance…this.
Look at the indentations and extra spacing in the above pic, snapped from Pregnant By My Boss, by ‘author’ Cassandra Dee.
I fiddled with my work in progress.
Normal indentations… book is about 50 pages long. Those indented spaces vary, typically, from 0.3 – 0.5 inches of the first line. Look at the above image… it’s like ONE THIRD of the line.
Extra indentations. Made it several pages longer. By adding in the extra space between paragraphs, it took the SAME story to 10+ pages longer.
What’s the issue here? Authors in the KDP program (where a lot of KU books come from) are paid per page read.
If a book that would typically be about 200 pages ends up closer to 250 pages because of spacing, that author is gaming the system and get paid more in violation of KDP’s TOS.
The bookstuffing problem isn’t just from my POV, either. In 2017, Amazon successfully filed suit against one #bookstuffer and the lawsuit was settled in Amazon’s favor earlier this year. This was somebody pulling in six figures by stuffing and using click-farms. Article here.
From that article…
This is a guy who was making upwards of $100,000 a month by gaming the system. Does it irk me that I sometimes struggle to make $100? Well, when a fat lot of that dude’s money was made by cheating…yes. The money, as Forbes stated, comes from a communal pool and the cheaters are robbing the authors who try to play it fair and provide the reader with a quality experience every time.
So…now onto ghostwriters
Some of those in the #getloud and #bookstuffing threads have brought ghostwriting to the table, after it was discovered that one very bad bookstuffer was hiring ghostwriters. Allegedly, he paid them pennies on the dollar for what was making them thousands and some are irked that he was making so much off work that isn’t his, so for some, they pulled ghostwriters into the mix.
Ghostwriting has been a legit way to make a living as a writer for a very long time. It’s an accepted form of writing. But the ghostwriter should be paid a fair wage for the work provided. Speaking from experience, (remember, I ghostwrite), a ghostwriter should understand the value of their work and charge accordingly. But some scammers are able to sucker in the uneducated, and because they use other sources for stories, they are able to put out a lot of material in a very short time.
Now let me be clear…ghostwriters, whether they are savvy or new to the business and unaware they are being taken advantage of, are NOT the problem. Ghostwriters provide a marketable product and there are definitely parties out there who are willing to pay a good ghostwriter what they are worth.
There are some who use ghostwriters to help write out the ideas they have, but can’t really write. Some use ghostwriters to help release books more often or offer variety. Some use ghostwriters to continue writing a series after the original writer passed away… frex: Mark Greaney took over Tom Clancy’s popular Jack Ryan series after Clancy passed. Celebrities are big into ghostwriters. From actors to singers to sports sensations, they’re interviewed by writers who then write the story.
Ghostwriters may or may not be credited, but they should be get financial compensation for the service provided.
I’ve been ghostwriting just to get by financially for several years and I’m paid well. My ghostwriting provides the bulk of my income these days.
To be honest, though, as it becomes more obvious how scammers use #bookstuffing to cheat the system, it gets a little hard not to be bitter over the fact that I struggle with sales to the point that I’m writing more for clients than I am for myself.
This is yet another way bookstuffing affects readers. As a writer’s income drops, s/he must look to other avenues. When one does that, it means the reader isn’t able to enjoy books from authors they love. Amazon now makes up a HUGE percentage of a writer’s income, and if they are in the KDP/KU program, then that’s ALL of their income. If their income is adversely affected by scammers manipulating the system to get more from the communal pool, that writer has to make some hard choices…as I mentioned, some leave the writing field. Some turn to editing or ghostwriting to help bolster their income. So… they have less time to provide material for you.
And…pen names????
While it may not be common knowledge outside the field, using a pen name is a well-accepted practice in the writing field. Some authors have young kids and seek to protect their privacy (that’s part of the reason I use a pen name…yes, it’s true, I’m not really named Shiloh). Some do it because they are simply private people and yes, that’s part of why I use one. Some use a pen name to differentiate between different writing styles… like Shiloh Walker/J.C. Daniels or…Nora Roberts/JD Robb.
But some, and I think they mean well, have cued into the fact that some of the bookstuffers use multiple pen names and they failed to see that it isn’t the pen name that was the problem, but the ones gaming the system, using not just ONE name, but two or more, for all I know.
Again, the pen names aren’t a problem. It’s cheating the system and causing harm to legit authors who are just trying to make a living like anybody else.
This whole bookstuffing scam is a headache and a half and it causes problems for authors. For those who enjoy a well-formatted book, not mention getting what you paid for, bookstuffing causes you problems, too. I mean, think about it. If you buy a print book from a favorite author…imagine JD Robb, Nalini Singh, Ilona Andrews, the authors you pant and wait for impatiently and pick up a beautiful book that is like 600 pages long…you get EXCITED. Now imagine the disappointment when the real ‘book’ ends at 250 pages and the rest is compiled of short stories or books you read a year ago–and paid for. We like getting our money’s worth…and our time’s worth.
Plain and simple, bookstuffers suck and I hope Amazon gets the problem under control sooner rather than later.
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June 11, 2018
Yes, I totally went there… part two. Cocksure is up for pre-order!
Did you miss my post talking about Cocksure? If so, link!
Author Jackie Barbosa is putting together an antho… “The Cocky Cockers” and I submitted a story for that. Funds will go to either charities or legal funds if needed.
The story I submitted was “Forever Cocky”…a super short story that’s…well, kind of an enemies to lovers, although secret crush is more like it.
Forever Cocky is the first in the new series I’ve started… The Cochrans of Cocker County. And below you can see the covers for the first full-length book…and the last one. Seven siblings…two girls and five boys.
Seven siblings, you’re thinking right?
Yep, a set of fraternal twins (male and female) and the youngest who was a surprise baby. For those who like my small town stuff, these might appeal. Straight contemporary romance.
Am I doing this to copy or imitate FH?
Hell, no. I’m doing it because nobody should own a word.
COCKSURE
Sabrina
He’s the cockiest bastard I’ve ever met and I mean that with all the affection and adoration in the world. I’ve been in love with him for years, and not just because of those intense blue eyes or that slow smug smile that promises to make all your dreams come true. I’ve seen what lies under that smile and his cocksure attitude. It’s enough to make me melt.
Not that I’d ever let him know. Not only is Luke Cochran one of Hollywood’s up-and-coming movie stars…he’s also my boss. I’m his personal assistant and have seen all the women who come and go in his life.
I don’t even hold a candle. But a girl can dream…right?
Luke
Sabrina is one of the sharpest, funniest, kindest people I’ve ever met. Sometimes, I think I’m taking advantage of her, but I seriously cannot cope with my hectic lifestyle without her to keep me on track.
Of course, my life just got totally knocked off track. One of my sisters called.
They need me back home. My mother is sick and the last thing I can think about is the promotional tour I’ve got coming up.
Sabrina’s coming with me. She’s the only person who can keep me focused and centered in a time like this. Besides, my family adores her. And it’s just a quick visit. My mother is tough. She’ll be alright.
But then something happens that knocks me for a loop and when my mother tells me that all she really wants in life is to see her kids happy and settled down, I do the stupidest damn thing ever and announce that Sabrina and I are in love.
Now I’ve just got to convince my best friend to play along with me and act like she’s my fiancée and we’re stupid in love.
No big deal…right?
WRONG.
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June 8, 2018
It’s time to get #COCKY… again. Pre-order The Cocky Cockers anthology now!
The Cocky Cockers
a romance anthology
Release Date: June 25, 2018
What do you get when you cross cocky heroes and heroines with Cocker Spaniels? Why, Cocky Cockers, of course.
All the stories in this anthology feature a Cocker Spaniel and a happily-ever-after (or happy-for-now) ending. How they get there? Well, that’s all the fun!
Warning: The stories in this anthology run the gamut from G to NC-17 ratings and include examples of nearly every subgenre–including contemporary, historical, paranormal, and steampunk–as well as m/f, m/m, and f/f pairings.
Proceeds from this anthology will first be used to defray and legal costs associated with its publication, and secondarily donated to the Romance Writers of America’s Benevolence Fund.
Contributing Authors:
Shiloh Walker
Sadie Jay
Lucy Kinsley and Tara Song
Rachael Kerr
Mia Koutras
Elise Logan
Mara Malins
Naomi Tajedler
Jules Voigt
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June 3, 2018
Yes…I totally went there. My current WIP…
Some of you have probably heard about #cockygate. If you haven’t, here’s a summary.
The TLDR version… author Faleena Hopkins has a series. For pretty much the entire time it’s been published, it’s been called THE COCKER BROTHERS OF ATLANTA and has titles like
Cocky Roomie
Cocky Biker
Cocky Senator
And so on, and so forth. Her books started in 2016. Recently, she decided her series was 
“The Cocky Series” and she trademarked the word “Cocky”, then went after a bunch of authors who had books titled Cocky (fill in the blank). Books got removed by Amazon. Romance Writers of America & the Author’s Guild got involved. The books removed by Amazon have since been reinstated and Amazon has agreed not to remove any books until the matter is decided.
It’s gone to court because FH wants to sue people. A really awesome author, (and former IP attorney and current hero) Kevin Kneupper decided to petition to have the trademark canceled, as common use words really aren’t supposed to be protected by trademarks. It would be like trademarking the word SECRET…or BABY. The case appeared before a judge on Friday and let’s just say it didn’t go well for FH. (However, the court transcript was highly entertaining to read.)
If this was something like muggle, it would be different. But there were authors using the word “COCKY” as titles for months before Faleena Hopkins’s first “cocky” book even came on the scene.
The way trademarks work is that you have to be the FIRST to use something in such a fashion, and it’s pretty clear FH wasn’t the first to use COCKY.
Since all of this started, a lot of authors have spoken up. And in the way authors tend to do…we fight with words.
There’s already one anthology out… Cocktales. Author Jackie Barbosa is putting together an antho… “The Cocky Cockers” and I submitted a story for that. Funds will go to either charities or legal funds if needed.
The story I submitted was “Forever Cocky”…a super short story that’s…well, kind of an enemies to lovers, although secret crush is more like it.
Forever Cocky is the first in the new series I’ve started… The Cochrans of Cocker County. And below you can see the covers for the first full-length book…and the last one. Seven siblings…two girls and five boys.
Seven siblings, you’re thinking right?
Yep, a set of fraternal twins (male and female) and the youngest who was a surprise baby, (he will have the last book). For those who like my small town stuff, these might appeal. Straight contemporary romance.
I’m not sure when Cocksure will be out but I’m working on it now and I’ll be getting a blurb up (UPDATED TO ADD BLURB-SEE BELOW) it ready for the retailers soon.
Am I doing this to copy or imitate FH?
Hell, no. I’m doing it because nobody should own a word.
COCKSURE
Sabrina
He’s the cockiest bastard I’ve ever met and I mean that with all the affection and adoration in the world. I’ve been in love with him for years, and not just because of those intense blue eyes or that slow smug smile that promises to make all your dreams come true. I’ve seen what lies under that smile and his cocksure attitude. It’s enough to make me melt.
Not that I’d ever let him know. Not only is Luke Cochran one of Hollywood’s up-and-coming movie stars…he’s also my boss. I’m his personal assistant and have seen all the women who come and go in his life.
I don’t even hold a candle. But a girl can dream…right?
Luke
Sabrina is one of the sharpest, funniest, kindest people I’ve ever met. Sometimes, I think I’m taking advantage of her, but I seriously cannot cope with my hectic lifestyle without her to keep me on track.
Of course, my life just got totally knocked off track. One of my sisters called.
They need me back home. My mother is sick and the last thing I can think about is the promotional tour I’ve got coming up.
Sabrina’s coming with me. She’s the only person who can keep me focused and centered in a time like this. Besides, my family adores her. And it’s just a quick visit. My mother is tough. She’ll be alright.
But then something happens that knocks me for a loop and when my mother tells me that all she really wants in life is to see her kids happy and settled down, I do the stupidest damn thing ever and announce that Sabrina and I are in love.
Now I’ve just got to convince my best friend to play along with me and act like she’s my fiancée and we’re stupid in love.
No big deal…right?
WRONG.
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May 29, 2018
The Doubted, FBI Psychics #7, available now…
“You want me…don’t you?”
One long stride closed the distance between them and he reached up, gripping her shoulders in hard hands. “I don’t think want covers it. But this… You’re not thinking…”
“If you tell me I’m not thinking clearly, I’ll hit you,” she warned. She hadn’t ever hit anybody, but she thought she just might enjoy hitting him if he said those words. Narrowing her eyes, she said, “I’m thinking just fine. I’m thinking about the fact that a couple of days ago, I drove by my boyfriend’s office only to discover it wasn’t his office and when I called, I got his wife on the phone, then I found out he’s got kids in two different states. I’m thinking about how my head feels like it’s going to come apart and I’m thinking about all the shit I’m seeing, the voices that won’t shut up and all the stuff I see happening—something that my head tells me is impossible, but I see it anyway. And…”
She sucked in a breath as her words tumbled to a stop.
His thumb stroked over her skin and she shivered. “I’m thinking that for all I know, I’ll be dead in a week, in two days, in two hours even. And I don’t want the emptiness that’s been my life for the past couple of years to be the only thing I can look back on.”
She waited for him to break away.
She waited for him to say something sensible and logical in his low, harsh voice.
And while she was waiting, he backed her up against the narrow table tucked in next to the wall. “So what do you want?”
His thumb did another slow stroke against the sensitive skin of her upper chest.
“I want you.”
His thigh pushed between hers as he crowded in closer. He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to the spot just below her ear. “If I was any kind of decent—”
“I don’t want decent.”
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May 28, 2018
May 24, 2018
Five more days… The Doubted, An FBI Psychics Story
The Doubted, An FBI Psychics Story
due out 5.29
She didn’t remember how she’d gotten here. She barely remembered anything after she’d climbed out of the shower, frustrated with the tangles in her hair and even more frustrated with the itchy feel of her skin, caused by the motel’s cheap soap.
She knew she’d started to cry.
She knew that he’d brushed out the tangles in her hair.
She knew he’d held her.
And now she knew, intimately, how that big, long body of his felt pressed up against hers.
But she had no idea how long she’d cried, why she’d started, when he’d picked her up or lain down on the bed with her. Her brain was just a muzzy mess.
She had no desire to move, either.
His breath was a warm caress on her face and neck.
His body was incredibly strong under hers, and as she pondered that—the heavy, hard strength of him—she became aware of something else that was heavy and hard.
His cock was pressed up against her hip.
He’d tugged the edge of the sheet over them, tucking it around her body so she wasn’t lying there in just a towel that barely covered her.
The sheet was miserable protection.
The towel was miserable protection.
Even his jeans didn’t provide much of a barrier.
She felt him pulse against her and she flexed her hand before tightening it into the material of his shirt. An answering pang echoed out from her core and blood rushed to her face.
Maybe it was the adrenaline thing—she could very well be running for her life—but Nyrene’s mind started to rush and race with images of the two of them stretched out over the bed, his body crushing into hers as he moved back and forth between her thighs.
This man had terrified her.
This man had all but called her a liar.
And he’d rushed into the bathroom when she’d sent everything flying to the floor, his weapon in hand, his eyes fierce.
Instead of telling her to get over all the things she might well have to leave behind, he’d tended to her with gentle hands, drying her hair and combing away the tangles.
Now he held her.
It was insane to want him. Insane…and she knew it.
But she didn’t care.
She’d tried to be careful her entire life.
She had gone to school and become a nurse. Her parents had said it was a nice, secure job.
She had bought a boring car and always drove the speed limit.
She’d dated the right kind of guy—an accountant who drove the speed limit and had regular dental check-ups and tipped exactly seventeen percent, regardless of the service, good or bad.
Her life had been normal and predictable. Then she discovered her boyfriend wasn’t the good, stand-up guy she’d believed, but a married bastard with kids in multiple states.
She’d had somebody slam into her as she drove home. She’d willed herself not to cry until she was inside her house.
Then the headaches, the…visions, and Dev.
She’d tried to be good her whole life and now she was in a motel with a man who made her burn, and in the back of her mind lurked a knowledge. You can’t go home if you end up dead, Nye.
Slowly, she lifted her head. The strong line of his neck was in front of her, not even an inch from her mouth. Opening her hand, she kept her palm flat against his skin while his heart banged harder and faster.
She’d never taken chances. Fear kept her from going after the one thing she’d always wanted and now she was running for her life.
She didn’t even think it through. She just closed the distance between them and pressed her mouth to his neck.
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May 13, 2018
May 11, 2018
How about a snippet…
Due out May 5.29.2017
FBI Psychics Book 7
An untrained psychic, a marked man—all odds are against them.
Nyrene Goldman is having one hell of a bad week. First she finds out that her boyfriend isn’t just a two-timing bastard. He’s actually married, and she’s the other woman. Then she’s in a car wreck. The next day she wakes up with the headache to end all headaches…and she’s hearing voices and seeing visions. When those visions start to come true, she doesn’t know whether she’s going crazy or if the wreck rattled her brain.
A trip to the hospital puts her on a collision course with one seriously sexy cop. At the sight of him, everything in her screams DANGER!
Officer Bennett “Dev” Deverall is a man with a target on his back. One of the few good police officers in a nest of vipers, he’s doing his damnedest to put together a case to take out the dirty cops—before they get him. If there’s one thing he doesn’t need, it’s a damsel in distress, but while his armor might be a little tarnished these days, he’s never been one to walk away from somebody who needs him. The problem is, once he gets entangled with one Nyrene Goldman, his already screwed-up life gets even more complicated.
She knows things she shouldn’t know, tells him things nobody should know, and he can’t help but wonder if this gorgeous woman was put here to trip him up at the worst possible time.
But after a few too many close calls, he’s forced to admit there’s something weird going on with the pretty nurse. Something that can’t be explained.
The two of them wind up on a collision course with fate and now isn’t the time to doubt themselves, or each other. Not if they want to survive.
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Take off that damn shirt for starters, Dev thought sourly. Then his mind underwent a short circuit as he thought of her doing just that, peeling the black cotton away, revealing golden skin and a body that he was already too aware of.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, a fact he hadn’t been able to ignore when she opened the door, and now he also knew that her full breasts had tight, prominent nipples and he wanted to see how she’d react when he rolled them between his fingers, then toyed with them, using his tongue and teeth.
Not what you’re here for. Get your brain out of your dick. He lowered the towel and looked around. “Mind if I have a seat?”
“Feel free.”
He went to sit on the only chair and then stopped, sighing as the water continued to drip off. He had his own little rain puddle. “Maybe I should just stand,” he said, shaking his head.
“That’s not—”
“It’s fine.” Waving toward the couch, he said, “Feel free, though. I’ll try to keep this short.”
He instinctively turned toward the electric fireplace she had on. It was tucked against one wall, giving off a somewhat realistic impression of an actual flame, and the heat felt good, although it served to remind him of how miserably uncomfortable his uniform was.
There was a faint chiming sound and he glanced over just as she looked at her laptop. She caught her lip between her teeth and although she tried to be subtle, he noticed the way she looked at him, then away. And the way she casually closed her laptop. Just a little too casually.
“I only have a couple of questions,” he said, schooling his face into the polite, blank mask he’d perfected ages ago. “Actually, just one.”
“I don’t know if there’s much of anything else I can tell you about the accident,” she said softly. “I already called my insurance. My agent tells me the fault is clear. It will probably take a while to get it settled, but—”
“It’s not about the accident.” He moved over, eyed the wide, fat table and then decided, the hell with courtesy. He was looking over the edge into his grave anyway. Sitting down, he stared at her, eye to eye, wondering if she was yet another stumbling block they’d thrown at him, or if she was just another innocent bystander. He had to know—stumbling blocks could be dealt with. He was tired of innocent bystanders paying the price, though.
“Oh?” Her eyes widened ever so slightly and he couldn’t help but notice the darker striations of brown that splintered the golden color. She seemed all about golden warmth with those eyes and her skin.
Her hair, though, was black as night, straight as rain.
Deliberately, he clenched one hand into a fist.
Thinking about her hair, her eyes, her mouth, her ass—not going to help him learn what he needed to learn.
“The hospital,” he said.
And those golden eyes went blank.
“I’d like to know exactly what that display at the hospital was about, Ms. Goldman. Why were you so determined to keep me out of the parking garage?”
“I…” She said nothing else, just shook her head.
“Okay, then I do have a second question.” Leaning in until only a few scant inches separated them, he held her gaze for a long moment, listening as her breathing hitched, as her pupils spiked. “What does it have to do with the dead woman they found out there?”
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April 17, 2018
Been while since I blogged…
I just noticed that it’s been almost two months, to be exact.
I’ve been busy. For now, a lot of my writing is ghostwriting, stories I’m doing for my client although I did start working on Twisted, which will be Travis Barnes’ book from the Barnes Brothers series. The first few chapters are with my agent and we’ll see if it sells. If it doesn’t, I’ll probably self-publish it.
I’m dealing with a lot of…stress and my depression has been worse since my brother D committed suicide back in May. I posted about it last year and have mentioned it a few times. He had been recently diagnosed with bipolar disorder and depression and like many with those diagnoses, struggled with the need for meds, struggled with the idea that he might need help.
In the end, he took his own life.
I’m not angry with him. I hurt and I miss him, but I’m not angry with him.
There are things I am angry about that I won’t discuss, and unfortunately, these things are contributing to the stress I’m dealing with. It’s had a negative impact on my creativity and I’m not writing as much for me as I usually do.
I’m cramming on books and things are slowly starting to improve, but for the first time ever, I’m dealing with writer’s block. Some days, I don’t work on my stories at all.
A few days ago, I got a memorial tattoo done, in honor of what would have been my brother’s 40th birthday.
I *do* have some good book news…
I am working on Blade’s End, the next and final Kit Colbana book, but it’s slow going. It may or may not release this year. I’ll update as I work so people know where things stand.
For those who enjoy my FBI Psychics, I have a new title coming out in May.
The Doubted – FBI Psychics Book 7
An untrained psychic, a marked man—all odds are against them.
Nyrene Goldman is having one hell of a bad week. First she finds out that her boyfriend isn’t just a two-timing bastard. He’s actually married, and she’s the other woman. Then she’s in a car wreck. The next day she wakes up with the headache to end all headaches…and she’s hearing voices and seeing visions. When those visions start to come true, she doesn’t know whether she’s going crazy or if the wreck rattled her brain.
A trip to the hospital puts her on a collision course with one seriously sexy cop. At the sight of him, everything in her screams DANGER!
Officer Bennett “Dev” Deverall is a man with a target on his back. One of the few good police officers in a nest of vipers, he’s doing his damnedest to put together a case to take out the dirty cops—before they get him. If there’s one thing he doesn’t need, it’s a damsel in distress, but while his armor might be a little tarnished these days, he’s never been one to walk away from somebody who needs him. The problem is, once he gets entangled with one Nyrene Goldman, his already screwed-up life gets even more complicated.
She knows things she shouldn’t know, tells him things nobody should know, and he can’t help but wonder if this gorgeous woman was put here to trip him up at the worst possible time.
But after a few too many close calls, he’s forced to admit there’s something weird going on with the pretty nurse. Something that can’t be explained.
The two of them wind up on a collision course with fate and now isn’t the time to doubt themselves, or each other. Not if they want to survive.
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