Conflict of Interest
by Teresa Michaels
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Ambitious and insightful, Gabby DiVergilio only has one thing standing in the way of her climbing the corporate ladder: her new business partner, Lucas McCarthy. He's arrogant and dismissive, driving her mad with his sexy Irish accent in every possible way.
Recently promoted to the executive ranks, Lucas must prove that he’s the right man for the job. He never expected that the HR professional he’d be forced to work with on a daily basis would be gorgeous, challenging and smart as hell. He’s not the type to accept help from anyone, especially not a bubbly, policy-enforcer that he’d rather bend over his desk. Never one to lose focus, Lucas avoids Gabby at all costs until circumventing her becomes career suicide.
Fraternizing in the workplace is strictly prohibited and neither one of them are willing to break the rules. But with their undeniable chemistry about to ignite, Lucas and Gabby must decide which consequence is worse – combusting from sexual frustration or violating company policy.
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Teresa Michaels lives in the New England area with her husband and children. Curveball is her debut novel.
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Author: Margaret McHeyzer
Release Date: October 26, 2015
If I were dead, I wouldn't be able to see.
If I were dead, I wouldn't be able to feel.
If I were dead, he'd never raise his hand to me again.
If I were dead, his words wouldn't cut as deep as they do.
If I were dead, I'd be beautiful and I wouldn't be so...ugly.
I'm not dead...but I wish I was.
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It’s days like today I wish I was dead.
“Lily Anderson, you get your ugly ass out here right this minute. Don’t make me come after you,” Daddy screams.
He’s so angry. I knew the moment I heard him come home from work I was in for it. I was in my bedroom, lying on the floor trying to do my math. He slammed the front door so hard the windows in my room shook.
And then I knew, I knew I was in for it.
“Lily Anderson!” he yells again.
As soon as I heard him yell I ran to my hiding spot. I’m inside the closet in the hallway, wedged as far into the corner as I can get. Mom’s old coat hangs in front of me and I can still smell a faint waft of the perfume she used to wear.
“Lily Anderson!” he shouts. I can hear the anger in his voice and I can already feel the pain he’s going to inflict on me when he opens the closet door. I know what’s coming.
I close my eyes tight, scrunching them up so no light can seep through. I put my hands over my ears so I can’t hear him.
“I swear to God; if I have to find you, you will not sit for a month.”
My knees are folded into my chest. I’m trying to make myself small, invisible, so he forgets I’m here. I’m rocking myself, trying to block out what he’s saying.
School is safe. School is safe. School is safe. I keep repeating the mantra because in a few short hours I’ll be back at school. Maybe tomorrow I can go to the library after school, stay there until it closes and then sneak in after Dad’s passed out, because he’s had too much to drink.
It was never like this before. Ever.
I’m twelve years old and I can remember when Mom, Dad, and I were all happy. But that was years ago. It’s been a long time since there’s been any happiness in this house.
Well, before Mom died anyway, and not a day since.
Mom died when I was nine. I don’t remember much about her, except I remember her telling me how ugly I am. How life would be better if I was taken away from them. How I’ll never be anything, because I’m stupid and ugly.
Sometimes I dream happy things. Like me, Mom, Dad and a little blond-haired boy all going for a picnic. The sun beamed down on us as we played outside and laughed. We’d eat yummy sandwiches Mom made for us, and we’d drink homemade lemonade. We’d spend hours outside, laughing and talking and just having fun. Mom would tell me how pretty I am, and how much she loved me. She would play with my hair, braid it, and then we’d go and pick bright flowers to take home and put in a vase. Dad would smile and call us “his girls”, always kissing Mom and hugging me. Dad would put the little boy on his shoulders and run around the park, trying to catch the clouds.
I love those dreams, and I hold onto them; wishing they were real. But I’ve never had a mom like that, and my dad doesn’t talk much unless it’s with his fists, or to tell me how ugly and useless I am.
I feel him walking around the house. The floorboards creak and the vibrations from his footsteps come through the floor to where my bottom is. I close my eyes tighter and try and breathe as quietly as I can.
Please go away, Daddy. Please go away.
My heart is beating so fast. My hands are shaking and I’m trying really hard not to think about what’s going to happen the minute he opens the closet door.
Shhh, it’s so quiet. The only sound is my heart thrumming in my ears. Nothing else. Not a whisper, not a rattle…nothing.
Maybe Daddy’s left. Maybe he’s gone to the pub to have a few drinks. Maybe, just maybe, he’s left...forever.
I take a deep breath and just relax for a moment. My shoulders drop and I finally stop rocking.
Slowly I take my hands down from my ears, and I’m so happy because I can’t hear him yelling at me. I can’t hear him at all.
Gradually, I begin to unscrunch my eyes from the way I’ve tightly closed them. But something’s not right. There’s light coming into the closet.
I don’t even get a chance to open them fully before a rough hand reaches in, latches onto my ponytail and yanks.
“I told you it’d be worse for you if I had to find you,” Dad says, as he drags me out of the closet by my hair.
I’m desperately trying to hold onto my head so he doesn’t rip my hair out. My feet are trying to find traction on the dirty floorboards.
“Please, Daddy. Please. You’re hurting me,” I begin sobbing as I plead with him.
“Then your ugly ass should’ve come when I called you, you stupid bitch. You’re fucking worthless, you ugly idiot,” he says. But now his voice is calm as he continues to drag me toward the family room.
That’s when he’s most scary. When his voice is low and his eyes are filled with hate.
He throws me against the side of the sofa and takes a step back to look at me.
I look up and can see he’s the angriest I’ve ever seen him. “You dumb, ugly piece of shit,” he says, as he paces back and forth in front of me.
“Sorry, Daddy. Whatever I did, I’m so sorry.” I cower into myself, trying to make myself as small as possible.
“You’re just too fucking stupid, aren’t you?” he spits toward me as he brings his hand up to scratch at his chin.
“I’m sorry,” I say again. Tears are falling hot and fast down my cheeks. My head hurts from where he was pulling my hair, but I don’t dare try to rub the spot.
“You ugly fuck.” He kicks a boot into my leg.
The pain is instant and my leg feels like it’s shattered. “Please, Daddy,” I beg again, burying my face into my hands.
But ‘please’ never seems to work.
I’ve just got to take the beatings, because that’s what stupid, ugly girls do.
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Read an excerpt from WHEN YOU'RE READY:“I’d really love to discover some of those hidden talents.” Oh, hot damn. What did I just fucking say? Shit, I should not be allowed in public anymore. I had just dropped the lamest pick-up line ever, in the middle of the home improvement store, right in front of Clare’s daughter, no less. Thank God Colin hadn’t been around to witness that little slice of failure. I would never have lived it down. Dear God, this woman made me crazy. I never expected to see her or Maddie again. I tried to make myself forget about that night in the hospital, telling myself she deserved better. And she did. But as hard as I tried, those searing green eyes kept making their way back into my thoughts, reminding me of a woman who had shown me another path. A path that could have been possible if I were a different man. If I were capable of giving myself over to another, but you have to have a whole heart to do that, and I’m pretty sure mine was never fully formed. But looking up at those now familiar eyes, I felt the tension ease in my chest, and the ice loosened a bit. Seeing Clare again felt exactly the same. It gave me a deep sense of being connected and tethered. Having come from the family I did, it wasn’t something I’d ever felt with anyone, and therefore I was having a difficult time trusting myself around her. I tried returning to my life, resuming my normal routine, only to be haunted by her face; a constant reminder of what I could never have. After the quiet little pub the other night, I went downtown, finding a spot that was the exact opposite of the one I had just left. I played the part of carefree bachelor, buying rounds of drinks, doing body shots with a few overly eager women. I had every intention of following one of them home. By the end of the night, after most people had made it home, I had a young brunette pushed against the dirty brick wall of the bar, waiting for a cab to take us to her apartment. I didn’t know her name, and I didn’t care. I wouldn’t be around by morning anyway. My hand slid down her bare thigh and pulled it around my hip. She looked at me, seductively licking her lips, her not so subtle way of giving me permission to do whatever I want, wherever I want. It was then that I looked into her eyes and saw...nothing. The brown eyes staring back at me were full of lust, but nothing else. They were the same blank eyes that I had been looking into ever since Melanie. Since her, I’d survived by seeking out women who gave nothing in return. Because it was all I could give back. Knowing the eyes staring back at me weren’t the ones I wanted, I pushed away from the brunette as the cab pulled up to the curb. Cursing under my breath, I didn’t even give her an explanation, just threw her some cash and walked away. "Well, we should let you get back to whatever you were doing. I’m sure you are busy," Clare said. “No, actually. I was mostly done. I just needed a small part for my sink,” I answered, holding up my purchase while nervously wrapping my other hand around the nape of my neck. All right asshat, stop being creepy. Time to leave. "I could help you,” I blurted out. “I've been known to be handy on occasion. I could help you shop, and then install it for you.” The words continued to free-fall out of my mouth, without any sign of stopping.
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About J.L. Berg
J.L. Berg is the USA Today bestselling author of the Ready Series. She is a California native living in the beautiful state of historic Virginia. Married to her high school sweetheart, they have two beautiful girls that drive them batty on a daily basis. When she's not writing, you will find her with her nose stuck in a romance novel, in a yoga studio or devouring anything chocolate. J.L. Berg is represented by Jill Marsal of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency, LLC.
Release Date: October 26, 2015
SynopsisJust when you thought you had it all. Chloe Cahill’s dreams changed after becoming pregnant in high school. She married her high school sweetheart just after graduation and together they welcomed a handsome son into the world. Now that Alex, her son, is in school she sets her eyes on finding the perfect job. Chloe feels the need to grow dependent upon herself instead of always relying on her husband. But what happens when her husband’s eyes start to wander? Jackson Cahill thought he did the right thing by marrying his pregnant girlfriend just out of high school. Lately he’s been feeling restless in his marriage. One late night of drinking turns his life upside down but it just doesn’t end there. Jackson’s got himself in a real mess, both at home and work. The dilemma may just be too big of a disarray for him to get out of. Can Chloe and Jackson keep their marriage from falling apart? Or will they decide to veer down different paths?
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About the AuthorUSA TODAY bestselling author Megan Smith is a New Jersey native creating the memorable characters her fans have grown to adore. Smith is a wife and mother, who makes time for her family, professional life and the creation of her fictional characters. Fans of The Love Series— Trying Not To Love You, Easy To Love You, Hard To Love You, Let Me Love You and Made To Love You — are captivated by relationships, special bonds and family ties pervasive in Smith's emotional, energized and engaging work. Smith is also the author of the 2014 releases, Finding Us (Finding Series), Forever Light (Forever Love) and a few top-secret projects. Literary Agency Representation: Jamie Bodnar-Drowley of Inklings Literary Agency
Connect with MeganWebsite: http://www.authormegansmith.com/ Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-M-Smith/225762494227939 Facebook Fan Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/megansmagnificents/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorMSmith Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/authormegansmith Goodreads Author Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6959231.Megan_Smith Goodreads Fan Group: https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/161755-megan-smith-books Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/Y4MXb
Title: My Screwed Up Life
Author: J.L. Ostle
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 24, 2015"This story is about growing up with life throwing everything it has at you." I slept with two men. I don’t mean I slept with one then went to the other. I literally slept with two men at the same time. Now though, I know I need to choose one, or let them both go. The funny thing is they were my childhood best friends. Here is my story. I was a well adjusted thirteen year old, to an angry, horny sixteen year old who loves a little control in the bedroom. After some crappy circumstances I finally grew up and took control of my life. I am now eighteen years old and ready to have a fresh start at UCLA. Who do I meet though? The boys that were my world as a kid. They were my obsession without me even realising it. We are now older, years have gone by. We have changed, and they offer me something I don't think I can say no to. Them.
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https://www.facebook.com/events/831730953612136/J.L. Ostle was born in Antrim, Northern Ireland, now living in Carlisle, England. J.L. Ostle is a full time mother looking after her cute, active little boy. When she she hasn't got her head stuck in a book or writing, she's watching movies, or doing activities with her friends and their children. https://www.facebook.com/J.L.Ostle https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/12682033.J_L_Ostle http://www.amazon.com/J.L.-Ostle/e/B00UDXOZ3M/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1431994063&sr=8-1 Other Books by J.L. Ostle BUY NOW by clicking covers!! A Simple Change The Hardest of Changes Tempted
St. Blair: Sybille's Reign
Young Adult Paranormal/Supernatural
By E.W. Skinner
Coming - November, 2015
SYNOPSISSequel to: ST. BLAIR: CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT Twenty-four hours earlier the world was a pristine, productive, demon-free society and Sybille Malone an unknown Region One Fabric Counsel designer. Global Good's curator and guardian of banished relics warehoused in the Arctic Region, Eston Cote, needs to act fast. As Global Good's North Quad leader, he must prepare his colleagues in the other three Quadrants of the world for something they have never known... warfare. Celestial warfare. A fight for souls. Eston has discovered Sybille's connection to a chain of supernatural events that not only caused planetary earthquakes, but unleashed the Holy Warrior St. Michael the Archangel and his enemies. Michael's sole mission is to defend Sybille's calling, slaying the hounds of hell who threaten to possess the citizens of her world. Divinely foreseen and journaled by 21st century teenager St. Blair, Sybille's only hope of reining in the evil she unleashed on September 14, 2202, is to follow the directives of Blair and the saints before the demonic possessions outnumber the innocents.
ABOUT THE AUTHOREmily had a goal when she was 15, she would have a daughter named Marquel and write a novel titled "Marquel." She accomplished both and more. Emily was a protege of the late master of the pulps or paperback originals, Harry Whittington. Emily interviewed Whittington during her days as a feature writer for the Clearwater Sun daily newspaper and its weekly division. They became friends and he taught her how to plot and gave her approval of the original outline and sample chapter for "Marquel" shortly before he died in 1989. After Whittington passed away, Emily challenged herself to write as her mentor did and wrote a chapter a day and finished the novel "Marquel" in 52 days. For more details on the novel's history read: http://www.thefilmmom.blogspot.com/2012/10/why-book-trailer-now.html Fast forward, a second daughter, Blair is born and Emily and husband Tom focus on raising their family. Both daughters are now grown and work in Hollywood. So this might be an example of art imitating life or the reverse? A devoted Catholic, Emily is rekindling her love for writing and has just completed the movie script for "Marquel" and a young adult paranormal appropriately named after her youngest child, "St. Blair: Children of the Night." When Emily isn't working as a marketing consultant or writing, she enjoys antiquing/thrifting and producing short films. Emily is the proud Executive Producer of Blair Skinner's film "Relative Eternity," a 2012 LA Shorts Film Festival selection, Sunscreen Film Festival selection and Short Film Corner Festival de Cannes selection. Written, directed and edited by Blair Skinner, "Relative Eternity" is on snagfilms.com for your viewing pleasure. Website: http://ewskinner.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/emilyauthor; Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/StBlairChildrenOfTheNight; Blog: http://www.thefilmmom.blogspot.com
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Title: Strippin; Ain't Easy
Author: Screaming Mimi
All Miranda wanted to do was bust the bad guy and get the hell out of dodge, or the strip club as the case may be. Sheâs used to using men and throwing them away, because happily ever after wasnât in her horizon.
Stephan and Bruno have known each other since they were kids, they like to share, EVERYTHING. Are they willing the share the one woman who could become their weakness? Will they be able to complete their mission and still be together?
Screaming Mimi lives in Texas with her husband, two girls, and two dogs. When she's not writing she's a domestic goddess who... dabbles in photography. She grew up as a military brat and went on to become a Army wife. She's loyal to a fault and cusses like a sailor when the fancy strikes her. She loves hearing from fans so email her at email@example.com
BOOK TITLE: Dare to Reveal
SERIES: Sex, Sin and Secrets #3
AUTHORS: R.G Williamson & Phoebe Parkes
BOOKS IN THIS SERIES
DARE TO WIN
Sex, Sin and Secrets #1
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DARE TO CHANGE
Sex, Sin and Secrets #2
I'm a happily married family man from the North of England, UK.I like the feeling a good book gives me. I like to feel emotionally attached to the characters, I want to live their lives, I want to worry about them, laugh with them, cry with them, celebrate their achievements with them, love them, hate them, but most importantly, I want to feel something, anything. I hope you enjoy my writing style and come away from my books feeling something!
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After I got over the rejection of not becoming a Bond girl, I set my goals a little lower in the world of fast cars, sexy men and bank accounts that match their crotch sizes – yes, HUGE. I decided it was about time that all these glorious characters that I dream up needed to be brought to life. So Bond’s loss is my gain, because I don’t just get stuck with one 007 I get as many as I want and I can have them as gorgeous as I want them, as sexy as they deserve or sometimes even dark and disturbing but still ultimately phoaar. (Hopefully :-) ) I mean come on, who the heck really needs to ‘bond’ with Bond eh when you can dream up a whole cast of hot, muscled, sun-kissed, drop dead gorgeous males! When you can have men that all fall at your feet, worship your creative mind… lust after your curves and swoon at your utter gorgeousness… Yeah, that doesn’t happen either, well not on the scale you’re imagining anyway, wink-wink. So, this is me, armed and dangerous, my mind honed and poised and ready with enough ammo to bring a horde of sexy mayhem. The stories in my head are finally being let loose. I apologise in advance for any loss of control, hernias or sheer frustration caused as a result of my imagination. Any legal action, (which would be completely unwarranted), should be taken up with the person who was the Bond Girl dream wrecker, in other words, it really isn’t my fault so my conscience is clear. ;-) Finally shutting up (yes me) and leaving you with a more serious thought, please sit back, relax and enjoy my over-indulgent brain cells as they go into over-drive to bring you some British shenanigans, done the Phoebe Parkes way. Enjoy :-)
*This book is #2 in the 'Bama Boys series. While it can be read as a standalone, it is a continuation of book #1 and is meant to be read after Forever Red.*
Putting others needs before his own was all Mike Carson had ever done.
First, it was the friends he loved more than family. Then it was his country. By nineteen, he was a father, a husband and fighting in a war not many people believed in. After an accident ended his career and his life fell apart, he filled his days keeping screaming fans from reaching the most famous country rock star in the world. And, pining after a woman who would never love him.
Then, everything changed.
He thought he could handle anything that was thrown his way. He thought running my security detail would be the easiest job he’d ever had. He thought he’d be able to keep me safe without getting attached.
He was wrong.
They call me reckless, selfish, and slutty. In reality, I’ve just stopped caring what everyone else thinks. I’m determined to have some fun, to live life my way, and to make Mike realize that being a little selfish isn't the worst thing in the world.
I think we both have our work cut out for us.
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She was out of it, ready to be tucked into bed and spoiled. Our night was far from over, though. Straightening my legs, I pulled a condom from my pocket and pushed it into her hands as her hooded eyes lifted to mine. “Put it on.”
With shaking hands, she reached for my belt. Fumbling at first, she managed to unbuckle it and open my jeans enough to shove them and my boxers down my legs. When my cock sprang free, her fingers closed around me, moving up and down slowly, taunting me. When they traced over the tip teasingly, I bit back a groan.
She slid her body down my legs further, holding my eyes as she dropped her head and pulled me into her warm mouth. My hips jerked involuntarily, making her take more of me, shoving my tip down her throat. She didn’t pull back, surprising me, and swallowed instead. I almost lost it.
I pulled her away from my dick, yanking her mouth to mine. Her taste, still on my lips, mingled with my taste on hers, driving me even crazier. I deepened the kiss, getting lost in her until she sat back. She opened the foil packet, rolling the latex down my shaft almost expertly, causing a stab of jealousy to rock through me.
Before I could concentrate on the unwanted feeling, she winked and positioned her body above mine. As she sank down onto me, we both gasped. She didn’t move for a second, instead settling onto me and squeezing me from the inside.
“Christ.” It was all I could say because it was the only thought in my mind.
“Off!” she demanded as she pushed my shirt up my stomach. “I need to see you.”
I sat up, intending only to grant her wish, but the movement forced me deeper, making us both groan in pleasure.
Her nails moved along my bare shoulders, scraping me gently, and she finally started to move. My eyes rolled back into my head as she rode faster and faster, her mouth finding mine. I tried to let her set the pace, but I needed more. Moving my hips, I met her thrust for thrust, our pace quickening until we were both crying out in pleasure.
Fighting the instinct to roll her onto her back and pound into her so hard she’d feel it a week from now, I fell back on the bed and gave her the illusion of control. When I sucked a nipple into my mouth and played with the bar through it, she clenched tight around my cock.
“Come, baby,” I groaned into her ear. “Come. Soak my dick.”
“Oh my God. Mikey!” She repeated my name, the way one would a prayer. She started to come apart, never slowing her pace. Instead, her fists braced against my shoulders and she rode me harder than she had, determined to have me join her. This woman was born to fuck me stupid.
My fingers curled into her hips again, hard enough to leave nail imprints, and I took control. Her muscles tightened against me, milking me, and my body couldn’t hold out any longer. “Fuck, Mols!” I exploded inside her, making my entire body tingle in a way it never had.
She collapsed, falling onto my chest, our bodies both soaked with sweat. I closed my arms around her, needing to hold on to our connection for as long as I could. Once our heartbeats had returned to normal, I rolled us to our side, wincing as I slid out of her.
I cleaned up as fast as I could, covering us with a quilt and pulling her back into my arms as soon as I was back in bed. I wasn’t the guy who cuddled after sex. Hell, Julie and I had used two different blankets, barely touching unless we were fucking. I needed this, though. I needed to hold her.
Kissing her shoulder, I buried my head in the nape of her neck. Her breathing had evened out and she was relaxed against me, so I assumed she’d fallen asleep when she asked, “Is it always like that with you, Mike?”
“What do mean, babe?”
“That intense? That…” She trailed off, but I knew what she’d meant. That perfect. That amazing. That addicting.
“No.” I cleared my throat, almost not wanting to be honest and scare her away. “Never.”
“Me either. I don’t know what that was.” She didn’t tense, but moved one hand over my body and grabbed my thigh as if to hold on to me. I didn’t know, either. But it scared the shit out of me.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Carina Adams has been writing and creating characters for as long as she can remember, allowing her to fall in love with the next man of her dreams with every new story.
Thankfully, fate stepped in and granted her the ultimate wish - a life full of men. Carina lives in a picturesque New England town with her husband, the man who ruined the thought of all others, and two amazing sons who always keep her on her toes.
Carina received her MBA in May, but would much rather play with her imaginary friends (the voices in her head) than work her 8 to 5. When she isn’t trying to juggle being a working mom with karate and football practices, surprising her children with her sci-fi movie knowledge, or writing, you can find her with her nose pressed against her kindle, laughing with friends, or living life vicariously as her Derby Girl persona, Writers Block.
Carina is the author the of Bastards MC series and best selling Forever Red. She is currently writing Out of The Blue, the follow up to Forever Red. She loves to hear feedback from her readers, no matter what type. You can email her at:firstname.lastname@example.org
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