From USA Today Bestselling author Liv Morris comes a sexy standalone romcom where cocky chases sassy around the bases.
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Meet Brady Luck...
Slugger. Hot shot. MVP.
I’ve been called it all.
I was the real deal, baby.
The diamond was my battlefield.
Women were the victory celebration.
My "Lucky" streak was a given.
On and off the field.
Then I slept with the wrong woman,
And she cursed me.
Turned my game upside-down,
In the ballpark...and bedroom.
Now my team is paying the price.
My last hope is Cali Jones,
A smart and sexy physician assistant.
Her Midas touch may fix my swing,
Repair my equipment.
But will it be enough to cure my hard luck?
“Would it scare you if I said I was kidnapping you?” I grip the door of the cab and glanced up at the driver. He has an amused smile on his face. I'm sure he knows who shares the backseat with me. Brady is the golden boy of this city. He owns the title with every home run he hits, both on and off the baseball field. Plus, his good looks are hard to forget. God knows I’ve tried.
Two weeks ago, if I had this same conversation with Brady, I would've been demanding him to take me back to his lair for a lap or two around the bases, but I met him while wearing scrubs and examining his fine body with latex-gloved hands. I can’t remove my professional hat no matter how bad he makes me want to remove my clothes.
“You owe me an explanation,” I say, choosing to ignore the kidnap comment altogether. It plays straight into a dirty fantasy of being at his mercy and the last thing I need is more fantasies.
“I’m taking you to my coach’s apartment a few blocks from here,” he replies, his tone nonchalant, like kidnapping a woman is normal.
“Does he need medical help too?” I ask, my confusion clear in my tone. Why would he take me to his coach’s place?
“Are you kidding?” Brady appears stunned by my question. I answer him with a shake of my head. “He wants to talk to you about me.”
“Your coach knows me? What’s really going on here? You’ve shown up everywhere I’ve been like you’re stalking me.” Brady shifts his eyes away from me and lowers his head. “Wait! You have been, haven’t you?” I demand.
“Maybe. But I have a very good reason.” He looks up with his crystal blue eyes. They twinkle at me even through the dim streetlights, as I lose myself within them.
I have stupid girl thoughts that he’s fallen madly in love with me during our brief encounters, especially the one in the exam room. I glance down at his crotch in memory and swallow at the thought of all those inches, even if he would be next to impossible to fit into my mouth.
“I’m waiting for a good answer.” I lock my eyes on his perfect face with lips I want to kiss. Why does he have to be so hot?
“It’s complicated,” he says while running his long fingers through his glorious, thick hair.
How many times have I dreamt of having his head between my legs since he joined the team? I’ve lost count. I close my eyes. I am in deep shit here.
“It’s complicated on my end, too,” I reply back to his non-answer response, which frustrates the hell out of me. Sane people don’t kidnap people without an explanation. Then again sane people don’t kidnap people at all. Maybe the pressure of bringing home a trophy to Chicago’s rabid fans made him snap. “You’re my patient and I can’t cross the personal line with you.” No matter how hard I want to.
“I’ve severed all ties with your office. I’m no longer a patient at your practice.”
“Right? You’re cured now.” I peek down at the general area where his former issue was and then back up at his eyes.
“Let’s say I know who can cure my problem.”
“Who?” My voice is as quiet as a whisper, but from the intense look in his eyes, I know he heard me. I brace myself for his answer.
About the Author
USA Today bestselling author, Liv Morris, was raised in the Ozark Mountains of Missouri. She now resides on the rock known as St. Croix, USVI with her first and hopefully last husband. After relocating twelve times during his corporate career, she qualifies as a professional mover. Learning to bloom where she's planted, Liv brings her moving and life experience to her writing.
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Wingman rule number two: never reveal how much you want them. Lex hates Gabi. Gabi hates Lex. But, hey, at least the hate is mutual, right? All Lex has to do is survive the next few weeks training Gabi in all the ways of Wingmen Inc. and then he can be done with her. But now that they have to work together, the sexual tension and fighting is off the charts. He isn’t sure if he wants to strangle her or throw her against the nearest sturdy table and have his way with her. But Gabi has a secret, something she’s keeping from not just her best friend but her nemesis too. Lines are blurred as Lex becomes less the villain she’s always painted him to be…and starts turning into something more. Gabi has always hated the way she’s been just a little bit attracted to him—no computer-science major should have that nice of a body or look that good in glasses—but “Lex Luthor” is an evil womanizer. He’s dangerous. Gabi should stay far, far away. Then again, she’s always wanted a little danger. www.facebook.com/rachelvandyken or join her fan group Rachel's New Rockin Readers. Her website is www.rachelvandykenauthor.com . FACEBOOK / TWITTER / GOODREADS / AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE / NEWSLETTER
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Adrianna Rossi is no stranger to the rigorous demands required of her body. Years of pain and determination make her one of the best. Olympic glory is the ultimate goal, and she'll do anything to achieve it. Even if that means leaving home to attend World Cup Academy of Gymnastics, a training center that serves one purpose—producing champions.
Kova's power and domination, coupled with Adrianna's fierce tenacity, reveal there is more for her body to learn. Every interaction can be misconstrued, but there’s no mistaking the darkening of his gaze, the lingering of his touch, or the illicit image of his bare skin pressed against hers. Integrity is on the line. One toe off the beam and their forbidden desires could ruin everything they’ve worked for, throwing it all off balance.
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A competitive athlete for over ten years, Lucia Franco currently resides in sunny South Florida with her husband and two boys. Paranormal romance was her first love, but she has a soft spot in her heart for small-town and reunion romance stories.
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Meet Everett (A sexy rock star) who falls for Belle
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Music was was part of my DNA, pumping hard through my veins, resonating deep within my bones. Not surprising, considering my dad was a global rock star and my mom had the voice of a fallen angel.
With my twin sister by my side in our indie-rock duo, Singed Wings, we were ready to finally see our name in lights when we opened for the hottest act to sell out stadiums – Jobu’s Rum Summer Reunion Tour.
The life I’d always wanted was finally within my reach. All I had left to do was finish out my last semester of high school.
But there was one problem: Ms. Sloan, the new art history teacher.
The same Ms. Sloan I’d met as Belle, the sexy little pixie who’d captivated me at a New Year’s Eve concert last year.
The same Ms. Sloan who’d owned nearly every one of my thoughts since that night.
The same Ms. Sloan whose class I was in danger of failing.
With my dream gig dangling just on the other side of that cap and gown, all of my focus should’ve been on my school work and improving my music as I prepared for my big shot to rock the world…
But I never expected her to rock mine first… and to change everything.
**Everything is a standalone novel. It is a spin-off from the Book Boyfriend Series.**
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WOW! I am still trying to wipe the smile off my face and my misty eyes clear after finishing Everything. I'll be the first to admit Erin Noelle's Book Boyfriend Series tore me to bits when I was reading it a few years ago and I was happy to see Mason and Scarlett again. Moreover I loved reading all about their broody, fantastically talented son Everett.
Everett with his old soul and sexy body. Smart mind and talented hands. He is as charismatic as he is reclusive. He has his dreams in sight and everything was going smoothly until one night, one siren changed everything. Enter Belle. Everett can't seem to shake this mysterious woman from his thoughts. She comes in a small package but has all the right moves to bring Everett to his knees. Neither one was more shocked than they were when they met again. Can you say scandalous? Nothing like a little taboo romance to get the juices flowing.
To say Everett is hot for teacher would be an understatement. And his persistence in going after what he wants reminds me very much of his father. But what I liked more than Everett's pursuit was seeing Belle come out of the fortress she built around herself after some less than pleasant situations in her past. Her sharp wit and sense of humor and how she expressed herself through the art that she loved so much really endeared her to me. But these two together had me smiling and trying not to swoon aloud as I read in public. Everett wanted Belle and he wasn't taking no for an answer. I loved the sweet, thoughtful gestures he used to charm himself into her life.
I was ready for these two to rock away into their happily ever after, but this is Erin Noelle, I should've known better. Things came crashing down hard and fast. Both Belle and Everett were thrown about and left more confused and befuddled than ever. I just wanted to force them into a room together and have them hash it out. But I will say that I absolutely LOVED how Everett took his pain, poured it into his passion and gave its meaning a purpose. And oh my second star, that ending had me misty eyed with joy. It was (pun intended) Everything. Beautiful and poetic and just wonderfully Belle and Everett.
“I-I-I’m Ms. Sloan,” I managed to squeak out, “the new Art History teacher here.”
Staggering backward a few steps, she gaped at me in disbelief as all of the color drained from her face. “Say what?”
I nodded and pointed over to my car, where the faculty parking tag hung from my rearview mirror. “Yeah, that’s my car. I was leaving for the day and realized I’d forgotten my phone upstairs,” I explained, lifting my cell up in the air.
“Oh, fuck me,” she mumbled, squeezing her eyes shut and covering her face with her hands. “I’m so sorry. I thought you were someone else, and I tend to get a little overprotective when it comes to my brother, and—”
“It’s okay,” I assured her, reaching out to touch her arm so she’d stop and look at me.
“Seriously, no harm, no foul. We can just pretend this never happened.”
Tilting her head slightly to the side, she studied me for a couple of seconds, and then a brilliant smile lit up her pretty face. “But you are her, aren’t you?” she whispered.
My lack of an answer confirmed what she already knew and she started bouncing up and down on her toes, clapping excitedly. “Oh wow! This is so exciting, a forbidden romance. I knew when Everett finally did it, he’d do it big.”
I wasn’t sure how to take the last part of her comment, but I chose to ignore it for the time being and focus on the first part. “No, there is nothing exciting, no romance,” I stressed. “I’m his teacher and he is my student. That’s it. Nothing more.”
“Okay, Ms. Sloan. I hear ya… nothing more.” She smirked sassily, as if she didn’t believe anything I was saying. “And my lips are sealed. Promise.”
She pretended like she zipped up her mouth and threw away the key then sauntered off toward a flashy silver Mercedes, waving bye to me before she lowered herself onto the driver’s seat. I peered down at the phone in my hands. 4:08. Shit. Now, I was late.
By the time I found the restaurant and joined my coworkers at the bar, I wasn’t sure if the restaurant had enough tequila for the amount I needed to drink.
About the Author
Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and three fur babies. When she’s not reading or writing romance novels, she enjoys winning at cards and board games, awkward people-watching in public places, and doing cartwheels at the most random times. She’s usually barefoot, is never without a song in her head, and currently holds the title of World’s Best Procrastinator.
Her titles published include the Book Boyfriend Series, Dusk ‘Til Dawn Series, Luminous Duet, Fire on the Mountain series, and numerous standalone books that range from New Adult to Contemporary romance. Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list as well as the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100. You can follow her on Facebook @ www.facebook.com/erin.noelle.98, her blog @ www.erinnoelleauthor.com, on Twitter @authorenoelle, and on Instagram @erinnoelleauthor.
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BlurbViolet St. Johns is a talented violinist hiding out in a Hollywood mansion, struggling to forget the devastation of her parent’s sudden death.
Vital Rejects front man Sebastian Tate sees the elusive girl in the mansion next door playing her violin nude, and they begin an erotic game of spying.
When they finally come face-to-face, sparks fly and clothes comes off. But giving his heart to a girl isn’t Sebastian’s plan; falling for a guy who craves attention isn’t Violet’s.
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Wall Street Journal best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.
She's addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding heroes in books. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, and Instagram.
She has a degree in English and a Master's in Education.
When she's not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets, paints old furniture, and eats her weight in sushi.
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In The Absence Of You
I come from a family that burns with love. You wouldn’t understand unless you were one of us. I’m not just talking my father and my mother—I’m talking every one of my ancestors. It’s in our genetic build to spend all of our energy on love.
Once we come of age, it strikes and blazes with a fire that eats you alive. This love is a plague that boils in my race and in my culture, and I wouldn’t know a different way unless I’d broken free and seen strangers love with milder flames.
Tonight, my eyes go from the merchandise on my table to the blond-headed burst of life hopping off the stage. His gaze shimmers with amusement, a cocky lip twitching as he slaps high-fives to guys and pinches girl-cheeks on his way over.
“Aishe! You got those super-tight, hot little tees with the broken heart thingy on the front? The ones the chicks dig?” he asks once he’s in front of me, Emil, the vocalist of Clown Irruption, one of the hottest alt-rock indie-bands out there. I’ve been their merch girl for a few months now. Each night, I zoom in on Emil with less and less difficulty.
“Yeah. Troll picked them up this morning,” I say referring to their tour manager.
“This is so cool—finally we see actual merch money,” Emil laughs out. Then he sets a hand to the table and squints at me. “You’ve done much better than your cousin. I mean, Shandor, man.” He shakes his head playfully. “He couldn’t draw dudes to the stand worth shit.”
My face loosens in a smile. I send a subtle glance at Shandor, who’s busy wrapping things up on stage, coiling cables and breaking down drums. To sell T-shirts wasn’t what he burned for. Shandor was born with the plague of our people too, but he hasn’t found his beloved yet. My people, we need something to obsess over, so if it’s not a man’s love for a woman or vice versa, it’s something else, and Shandor, he loves his music. Once the band promoted him from merch guy to monitors on stage, he recommended me to fill his spot, and voilà, here I am.
Shandor raises his head and stills on us, focus intent from under dark locks. He’s got a sixth sense for when guys chitchat with me. Like me, he left our traveling community years back, but the need to protect any girl of our people is so deep-rooted I doubt he ever questions it. Shandor would do everything in his power to stop any man, employer or not, from toying with his little cousin.
I straighten so that I’m tall for my height. Though I’m not overly curvy, I’m lean and strong. Supposedly, I’m also fiery, a bit fierce, a bit ferocious, traits that make me who I am, traits I don’t need here in the outside world as opposed to amongst those I was born to.
I intimidate most men with the stance I take right now, but I can’t intimidate Shandor. He glares, telling me without words what not to do, and next he pierces his stare into Emil’s back. Oblivious, Emil juts his index finger at the case of lukewarm beers behind me, wiggles it back and forth quickly, lips pursed in anticipation. “Hand over one of those babies, will ya?”
Traded in for a younger, newer model by the only man she’s ever made love to, thirty-something Candy Kavana finds herself craving human interaction of the carnal nature. Shy and sexually repressed, Candy turns to her best friend, Stacy, for advice. And what advice it is!
Candy nervously dives into sex therapy and what she discovers is more than mind-blowing sex. She discovers a side of herself she could never have dreamed existed. Now that she’s wet her whistle, she can’t get enough. Just how far is Candy willing to take her sexual exploration?
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Anita Cox is a bestselling author of a growing number of novels. For over ten years, she's written contemporary, erotic, and paranormal, romances via traditional, independent, and audio publishers.
An only child born and raised in the Midwest, Anita enjoyed reading novels as a way to occupy herself and set her imagination free. That propensity blossomed into creations of her own as she began crafting novels of her own. As she matured, she began writing more adult tales and donned the pen name Anita Cox.
Anita resides in Indiana with the last teenager in her herd, a fluffy-not-fat cat named Tommy Chong, Titan the English Mastiff and the husband that helped create her creative pen name. In her free time, Anita enjoys fishing, gardening, and devouring equal portions of strong coffee and well-written novels.
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No oneâs promised tomorrow. And Chet Rhodes, the drummer of Blow Hole, is all about living for today. Sex, drugs, and rock ânâ roll ... anything to help him forget his deadly secret and keep him detached. But when he meets Hope, a bitchy brunette with sarcastic wit and a deadly right hook, his carefully constructed defenses break down. For the first time ever, he wants more than a one-night stand.
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âAre you ready to get your ass kicked?â she asked over her shoulder with a grin.
She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a black tank, and I had to swallow past the desire that rushed through me. She looked so fucking hot in only her boots, jeans, and a tiny tank. She obviously wasnât wearing a bra, but with tits like hers, she didnât have to.
My mind went back to the moment she was on stage in only her black sports bra. She was soaked. She was sexy. And for the first time in a couple of days, my cock grew hard.
âLetâs see what you got.â
I stood to the side as she sat behind my set. I didnât usually let anyone play my drums, but I trusted Hope with my babies. Iâd watched her play. I knew she knew what she was doing, and I also knew she respected her own set and would do the same with mine.
She spun the sticks between her fingers, her glassy eyes all over me as she lifted a brow in challenge.
And then she brought the sticks down and beat out a fresh rhythm Iâd never heard before. It was fast paced and strong, the percussion shaking the stage as she went crazy hitting any and every spot on my set yet still somehow making it sound amazing.
Her head fell back, and she closed her eyes as she continued to play, beating the drums unmercifully and turning me on beyond belief. Her arms moved, the small feminine muscles popping out with her movements, making the tattoos on her arms come to life.
I couldnât do this with Hope. I couldnât let myself get into her. She was turning me on more than any woman had in years. Not since my Blackbird five years earlier.
Women were a dime a dozen in my job. Hell, they were waiting just outside the venue ready and willing to let me fuck them senseless, but I was moving past that bullshit. After everything Iâd been through since we started the tour, I needed relief. But I didnât want it from just anyone.
The more I watched Hope play my drums, her arms flying and her eyes closed in ecstasyâthe realization came crashing over me.
I wanted Hope.
I wanted Hope the way Iâd wanted Blackbird for the last five years.
Watching her only intensified my craving for her.
I wasnât sure I could control myself. I was feeling better, my painkiller finally doing its job, and my head wasnât being ripped apart. I could think about more than the pain for once. I could think about Hope and how amazing sheâd feel wrapped around me.
Moving from my spot, I moved toward her. Her rhythm moved through me, vibrating my core and making me feel even more alive. I didnât stop until I was standing right beside her. She kept her eyes closed; playing with so much beauty it was breathtaking.
I reached out and took a strand of her hair between my fingers, and the colors blended together when I rubbed my fingers together. Her playing came to an instant halt, and I smirked down at her when her eyes popped open, and one of her sticks fell to the ground at my feet.
Sweat dotted the top of her lip, and her cheeks were flushed with pleasure. Her expression was one of happiness and release, and I knew playing did that for her. It did the same for me, but I wanted to give her that look. I wanted to do it with my hands and my mouth â¦ my cock.
I moved closer, taking her cheeks in my palms and spending a minute looking at her. I didnât want it to be like the last time I felt this way. Unlike with my Blackbird, I took the time to remember everything about Hope.
I wanted to look at her face. I wanted to look into her eyes and see her when she came apart. It was going to be amazing. She was going to be amazing. We were going to be a match sexually. But before anything could go down between us, we would have to talk about it. I wanted to make sure she understood it would be a one-time thing.
Before I moved in, I wanted to be sure that this wouldnât affect the tour.
âWhat are you doing?â she asked.
I didnât miss the catch in her voice.
âI donât know.â
And I didnât. I didnât know where this was going or what I was doing. My body was taking control of the situation, and I was letting it happen.
I wasnât much for kissing. Iâd probably kissed a handful of women in my time, but Hopeâs pouty lips called to me. She was begging me to kiss her without even opening her mouth.
I leaned down, ready to taste her, but she placed her palm against my chest and stopped me.
âWait,â she whispered.
I shook my head. âNo, I suck at waiting.â
So I kissed her.
She tasted like the nightâliquor and sweetness with a touch of sin. It was wrong to taste her, but Iâd never been one to follow the rules. All the boundaries Iâd set forth in regards to Hope were being crossed, but when she began to kiss me back, her tongue moving against mine, I didnât give a fuck about any limitations.
Her mouth opened, and I sucked her tongue into my mouth. Her moan vibrated through me and shot straight to my groin.
I felt her pull back, so I pressed for more, capturing her head in my hands and kissing her so deeply that I was losing myself.
My head wasnât pounding anymore, but my heart was. It was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears. My blood moved through my body like a freight train, the horns whistling loudly in my ears. I hadnât felt this kind of excitement for a woman in years. Not since my Blackbird.
I couldnât stop.
I wanted more.
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Blurb:It all started in the pouring rain. His wet shirt plastered to his hard body. My drenched hair strewn across my face. We bantered. He held the door. I found out his name. And for a half a second, I fell hard. Then the record stopped. Forget his quick wit, those biceps, and insanely disarming clear blue eyes. The sexy sonofabitch proved he’d be just another mistake. But Jackson won’t give up that easily. He's determined to show me that opposites can not only attract, they can ignite. Can he and I become an us? Or did any chance we had at a future already get washed away?
About the Author:Veronica Larsen's romance novels are angst-driven and steamy. They tend to feature strong female leads who keep their male counterparts on their toes. Veronica enjoys building intense chemistry and anticipation while creating believable, down-to-earth romances. She's an avid reader of all genres, coffee addict, and a Harry Potter fanatic.
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Author: Krissy V
Series: Book 1 in the Whiskey Sour series
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 2, 2016
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The Sweet Girls of Whiskey Sour
‘Where the girls are sweet, but their dancing is not!’Whiskey Sour is an unusual place for such a diverse group of women to meet. It is a very classy burlesque club in London’s Soho! You will find the most amazing women whose dancing is sensual, sexual and beautiful. Each of them have their own style and their very own story to tell. You are invited to come along and meet each of the ‘Sweet Girls of Whiskey Sour’ and find out the journeys they have been on to become the women that they are now.
WhiskeyShe comes from the school of hard knocks. She is a sassy, headstrong woman, who becomes a mentor and confidante to her burlesque dancing protégés... However, she battles with her own secrets, which she has buried forever. Fed up of running away from everything, she decides to stand up and be counted. Her philosophy is “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!” Whiskey Sour is her salvation and it soon becomes a refuge for women who need rescuing from one nightmare or another.
SnowShe is an elegant, classically trained ballet dancer and has the potential to become a ‘Prima Ballerina’. After completing a World tour she finds that has been betrayed by the one person she loved the most. She starts her life all over again... After a chance meeting with Whiskey, she becomes Whiskey Sour’s favourite girl.
PinkiePinkie is a self-confessed ‘Posh bit of totty’. She has her own style of dance, dress and attitude. She goes through hell with her family to find her little bit of happiness. Pinkie will turn any man on and when Whiskey sees her dancing in Whiskey Sour one night, everything changes.
BetseyBetsey’s convinced she was born in the wrong decade. She spent her young life watching wartime movies, wanting to be like all the ‘beautifully chic’ leading ladies... So now she is... She is 1950’s all day … every day. It’s her life! She sees many ugly things at work, but she all she wants to do is to embrace the real her. One day she meets a young man who will change her life completely. ‘Whiskey Sour’ becomes her home, where she can finally be accepted for her quirkiness.
BlueStreetwise Blue is a hip hop dancer who has come from dancing on the streets to sleazy clubs... Her brothers best friend has always protected her and one night he rescues her from an over amorous punter and changes her life. Now, she works in the safe surroundings of Whiskey Sour. She is quite young, very innocent and Whiskey sees a chance to have the family she has always wanted.
ZephyrAn ‘A’ student who moves to London to study as a lawyer. She has to work to pay for her studies. While out at a club one night, Whiskey approaches her after seeing her captivating dancing. She offers Zephyr an opportunity, which changes her life … in more ways than one...
RavenShe is the newest member of the Whiskey Sour troupe. She was always a dreamer and at sixteen she ran away from home to join the circus. With them she lived and breathed performing, travelling the world until tragedy strikes causing her life to change, drastically. When she is introduced to Betsey, her life starts to swing in the right direction.
About Krissy VI am a mother to two young children, who in turn keep me young. I live in Dublin, Ireland but, I’m originally from South Devon in the UK. I work full time in a pharmacy and write in all my spare time: in my lunch hour, when watching TV at night and anywhere. I have always been interested in reading from a young age and then 2 years ago I was given a kindle as a present and it was the best thing that happened to me. I was able to read lots of books ever week and then I started to write reviews for all the books I read. I took this one step further and started my own facebook page – Sparkling Pink Bookshelf. I intended to upload all of my reviews for the books I read. This was purely for pleasure and then I answered a post on Facebook for someone to read for reviews and thought I had died and gone to heaven. I was reading about 7/8 books a week, the kindle made this achievable. I would read at any opportunity I could, even staying up til the small hours to finish a book. I loved it. Then one day I was asked to beta read a book – I loved this side of it, it was so exciting. I have worked with a number of indie authors and have remained loyal to a few select authors and I beta read all their After a year or more of doing this, I thought maybe I could write some of the stories that were in my head and I just decided to write and see what happened. I wrote about 70% of a story and then saw a post for the NaNoWriMo competition – to write 50,000 words in 30 days, I decided that this was a challenge I wanted to take and the Til Death Us Do Part series was born. I am always thinking of situations that can be turned into a story and have started a few stories, which in turn will be completed and released to my readers. I love to hear what my readers have to say about my work and please find my links below. Thank you for your support and I hope you enjoy this series of books as much as I enjoyed writing them.
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