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-- EXCERPT: Chapter One The staked witch burst into flames. Mina swore and jumped clear of the blaze. By the powers, she’d lit the wrong target with her elemental magic. Again. At least it’d only been a mannequin. The camera above the door blinked a steady red, a judgment of her failure. Her boss could be watching right now. Or worse—her sisters. Embarrassment sent hot tingles across her skin, and her pulse thudded louder in her ears than the massive fan above. Why couldn’t she control her powers? If this had been one of her video games, she’d wield her magic with precision worthy of a stupendous title. Something inspiring. Something enviable. Something that would make her, Mina Donovan, legendary. Second spare to the heir of a ruling witch family? Yeah, not so much. Reality sucked in every supernatural way. Or at least it had these last few weeks. Her actual targets—giant cotton balls tacked to a wall across the room—mocked her with their bright white while the mannequin and its formerly Mean-Girls-esque you-can’t-sit-with-us designer threads burned like a tiki torch. “You missed.” Of course her district attorney sister picked that moment to walk into the room. Delia was everything Mina wasn’t—accomplished, distinguished, polished. Never mind how her sister’s blue-eyed, blonde-haired dressed-to-the-elevens flawlessness compared to her own frizzy-curled, height-deprived, rolled-out-of-bed look. “Unless you’re practicing to light one of us up like a witchy sparkler?” “Hardly.” Being recruited to a secret FBI task force right after college had seemed cool. But it should’ve come with a neon warning: “All loved ones may be collateral damage.” Last night, her oldest sister and baby niece had almost died. Not her fault entirely, but that didn’t ease her guilt. Or help her get a grip on her powers. The now flaming mannequin was proof of that. “What happened to safety cones and boring bulls-eyes for training? Whose idea was it to put humanish targets in here anyway?” “The boss’s. A13 wanted to test your aim so you won’t torch us out in the field. After this little demonstration, I’ll be sure to stay out of the line of—” “Don’t say it.” Mina jabbed the button for the secondary exhaust system to blast out her know-it-all sister’s opinions as much as smoke. If she’d heard one bad fire joke, she’d heard them all from her snarky sisters. The roar of the combined fans wasn’t enough to shut Delia up. “Good thing this place is retrofitted for magical elements training. One wrong spark in LA, and the whole city burns.” Not the reminder Mina needed right now. She changed the subject. “Who decided on the witch hat and the giant demon dummy?” Red-sequined horns sparkled in the light from the fire. “My fiancé has a sick sense of humor. You started that little inferno. You going to put it out?” “Yes.” She hoped. But when she pulsed a thread of magic toward the mannequin, the flames shot higher than its pointed hat. “Did you mean to make the fire worse?” “Yep.” Delia’s yeah-right look was a speed dial straight to Mina’s self-doubt. If the place had been made of anything but concrete, the fire would’ve raced across the room taking everything out. As it was, black circles spread in a messy scrawl on the ceiling. Mina closed her eyes. The orange glow burned behind her lids, a flashing pyrotechnics show that didn’t help her maxed-out stress levels. With a deep breath, she imagined darkness where there was light. When she dared a peek, the fire was gone. Thank the powers. “Quick work.” Delia sounded almost impressed. “Maybe we should race sometime.” “Right, except if you’d used your air element, we’d both be unconscious. Me from oxygen deprivation and you from magic drain.” Petty, but true. Delia’s powers would have her blonde butt on the floor within seconds—the price of her whirlwind-slinging element. Then the designer diva would be pissed off that she’d gotten soot on her suit. The tornado-tosser looked anything but amused. “Okay, super witch.” Which sounded like a not-so-subtle reference to another word ending in –itch. This was big sister bossiness at its worst. “Care to hit any of the real targets now? I thought you’d been working on this during your training sessions.” “Don’t you have something better to do? Like making out with your fiancé? Since that’s all I see you doing these days when you’re training.” Mina wiggled her fingers in air quotes with the last word. “Jealous?” “Nope.” She totally was. Legacy daughters—those witches born to rule the witch Senate—were traditionally forced into arranged matches for powerful bloodlines and big bank accounts. But not her sisters. No. They’d each risen above that to find true freaking love. “So why don’t you get back to your guy instead of interrupting me?” “Don’t be such a brat. I was just checking on you.” Because Mina was the screw-up baby sister. Not as bad as their brother, but he’d set the bar low. As in conspiring with the Revelare, a demon-led organization looking to overthrow the witch Senate—that kind of low. “I can do this by myself.”
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♦ ♦ ♦Do you ever know someone completely…
Three men—confident, admired, intensely cherished, and respected. The women who love them, different in so many ways—a mother, an eccentric, and a wife—all deeply connected by the men they adore.
They think they’re complete.
The truth is harder.
The past reveals all, secrets unveiled, and a wedding for all ages sees everyone feeling solace. This generational story is filled with heartache, but every story needs a happy ending to complete us…
From International Bestselling Author K E Osborn comes, Complete Me Book Four in the Trust Me Series (previously published in 2014). This series has been re-edited with new content and a new cover.
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“Mike, I love you, but I’m promised to Niall. And in some ways, I love him, too. I agreed to marry him. I’m a girl of my word and don’t break my promises.” She moved a step away from me. I couldn’t comprehend what she was saying. It wasn’t sinking in. “Wait, what do you mean by that?” I took a step toward her. Callie put her hand out onto my chest to stop me from getting any closer. “What I mean, Mike… is that my wedding day is in two weeks. I have to go through with it whether I like it or not. I vowed to marry Niall. He loves me unconditionally, and I… well, I love him. Unlike you, he has been there for me these last two years.” Fuck. My heart broke into tiny little pieces and shattered at my feet. “You love him?” I whispered—they were only words I could focus on right then. She nodded and let her hand fall from my chest to her side. I took a step back and rubbed the back of my neck. “Is there anything I can do to make you change your mind and be with me?” Callie simply shook her head and walked toward me. She leaned in, kissed my cheek, and then she walked past me and into the mansion, taking my heart with her. I tried. I tried, and I’d failed. I’d lost my girl. Forever. What the fuck was I going to do now? ♦ ♦ ♦
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Title: Craving Deanna
Series: The Reality Book Series #3
Author: Dina Haynes
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 23, 2021
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She’s having more fun than she bargained for. His interest is only skin deep… until he hears her real voice.
Deanna Matheson chose an unconventional job to fix an unconventional problem. But being a webcam girl could ruin her voice-acting career before it’s even begun. When hiding the secret from friends and family begins to take its toll, the opportunity of a lifetime falls into her lap. The decision should be a no-brainer…
Seth Reeves, a Hollywood talent agent, has been passing on relationships for far too long. He’s dead set to continue down a dark path with a masked woman that he’s only met online. When an audition reel crosses his desk, frustration and disbelief turns to hope. If it’s really her, he may risk it all to prove he’s the best, not only in business, but in bed.
Disaster strikes, and they cling to each other for sanctuary. But the secret behind their romantic entanglement threatens any chance of a future together, unless he bares his soul.
What sacrifices must they make for their relationship to last through the end-of-movie credits?
Craving Deanna is the soul-searching third novel in The Reality Book contemporary romance series. If you like intense connections, unique story concepts, with a few steamy scenes, then you’ll adore Dina Haynes’s emotional tale.
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He had spent so much time looking at an expressionless mask that he was having an out-of-context experience. The dumb disguise had one look frozen into its features, open-mouthed cartoon ecstasy. While Ms. Matheson was the picture of propriety.
“Oh, please, call me Jules.”
Virginia, huh? He squinted his eyes and tilted his head, hoping a different angle would help him see more clearly. Maybe she wasn’t his girl. His stomach did a flip-flop and settled. Well, damn. He hadn’t counted on her not being the one, which was a shame because she was nice to look at.
He’d stared so long the room grew silent, and he noticed Jules giving him a sideways look.
“Did she run the lines yet?” Seth asked.
“She’s a voiceover artist, not an actress,” Jules said. “Stop scrutinizing her like you’re a starving man sitting down to your first Thanksgiving meal.”
“Jules,” Seth said in a warning tone and cleared his throat. “So, I guess we’re doing the interview before the sides.” He pretended to look over the resume he knew damn well he had memorized. “Er… Says here you do a wide variety of voices, but I don’t see any acting schools, and your experience is a little thin. Where’d you study?”
“Hmm, let’s see,” Deanna said. “I’ve taken a few classes since I’ve been in LA.” She scrunched her face as if she was unsure about her answer. “But mostly my parent’s house? I guess you might say it just came natural.”
Seth was so focused on finding the resemblance between the woman before him and Doll_Face that he didn’t hear her answers. An image flashed in his mind of her naked in an upholstered chair with her knees spread. He practically jumped out of his seat when his slacks grew crowded behind the zipper. He sat up straighter and shifted in his chair.
“Well,” he said. “Let’s hear what you got.”
He listened intently as Jules instructed Deanna to read off the multiple sides. The more she read, the more restless he got. Sure, she had great range, but he wasn’t hearing the Doll_Face voice.
As he held her resume, something caught his attention. He put up a hand to stop her audition.
“S-Something wrong, Mr. Reeves?” Ms. Matheson asked.
The tremble in her voice made him look up from the paper in his hand. There was a lot riding on this audition, regardless of whether she was indeed the woman behind the mask. Yet, unbeknownst to her, she challenged him to keep his thoughts on the audition instead of her body. He’d learned to pay attention to talent and professionalism. In a nutshell, potential. Yet, at the moment, he only wanted to rip her blouse open so he could see her bra, certain that he’d recognize those breasts behind the white lace.
Ugh, you’re such a bastard, he chastised himself.
“I can do all different versions of the same voices,” she said. “Or more if you’d like.”
Mmm, more, he thought. Then straightaway, You scumbag.
Jules elbowed him in the ribs and said under her breath, “What’s the matter? She’s great. Just end her torture already.”
He glanced down at her resume again, massaging his temple. His hope was dwindling. By now, he thought he’d have a definitive answer to the question that had plagued him for days. Really, months. He could hire this girl easily, but disappointment turned to doubt and soon defeat.
“Says here you did an anime job,” he said. “Since the part I have in mind is for Disney, let me hear what you did for them.”
She sucked in a breath and paused. Her eyebrows danced as she took a beat too long.
He sighed and closed his eyes, exhausted from the day, even though it had only just begun. “Please, Ms. Matheson. There are twenty other girls out there who want this job as bad as you.”
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Dina Haynes cheated on her lackluster acting career in favor of doing more "character" work and has been writing romance ever since. She lives in the bustling city of Los Angeles where her priorities are French bulldogs, writing, coffee, wine, and cooking. She's looking for social media friends, so follow her on Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, Twitter, and her website at dinahaynes.com.
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Title: Footsteps of the Past
Series: Second Chances #2
Author: Felice Stevens
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: July 21, 2021
Cover Design: Reese Dante
Nine years later, Chess and André are the envy of all their friends.
But this is real life….and things are never what they seem.
Still waters run deep—the better to hide Chess’s ugly past. He’s worked hard to bury the troubled teen he once was and is living a life he never imagined possible. André’s love is a gift that makes him believe in second chances, and Chess is grateful for it every day. The only thing he wants is what André finds impossible to give: his time. Six months apart might be the breaking point, even for Chess.
One horrible night changed André’s life forever. Formerly a party boy of the Hamptons social scene, André buries himself in work for years until he meets Chess and learns to enjoy the simple things. He’s tired of being away from home all the time and ready to step down from his role as CEO of the family business, no matter how they try and pull him back in. But old habits die hard…and so do memories.
Photos from the past and present surface, shocking Chess and André out of their carefully constructed dream life. They are forced to face the unthinkable: the love they thought would last a lifetime may be on the brink of falling apart. Secrets are exposed, opening a Pandora’s box both men hoped would stay locked forever. Now Chess and André face the hardest question: do you ever really know the person you’re living with?
"Felice has done it again...a masterful combination of raw emotions and love." ~Audrey, Goodreads reviewer "...their story is ultimately a beautiful testament to unconditional love. This one has my highest recommendation."~ Randall, Goodreads reviewer "This book does have angst, but oh was it worth it. Love that this story is about a couple who has been with each other for years...I absolutely adored this story - Chess and Andre have each other's hearts and mine too!" ~ Nicole, Goodreads reviewer
Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. She believes that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending just around the corner. Her characters have to work for it, however. Like life in NYC, nothing comes easy, and that includes love.
She lives in New York City and has way too much black in her wardrobe yet can't stop buying "just one more pair" of black pants. Felice is a happily addicted Bravo and Say Yes to the Dress addict and proud of it. And let's not get started on House Hunters. Her dream day starts out with iced coffee and ends with Prosecco, because...why shouldn't it? You can find her procrastinating on FB in her reader group, Felice's Breakfast Club.
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Series: Promised in Blood Book One
Author: Lilith Vincent
Genre: Dark Reverse Harem
Release Date: July 21, 2021
Cover Design: Untold Designs
On my seventeenth birthday, I learn a terrible secret about my family. My future is in the hands of four brutal men, and what awaits me at their hands is too terrible to imagine.
Four men who desire me. Four men who vow to possess me. Four men who think they can destroy me.
As the only daughter of Coldlake’s mayor, I should be kept far, far out of their reach. Instead, I’m being thrown to them as a sacrifice. My father insists only one of them can marry me, but all of them vow to secure my promise.
A promise in blood.
They take. I bleed. Happy birthday to me.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: First Comes Blood is the first book in the Promised in Blood series and ends on a cliffhanger. These books contain dark themes, violence, and a Why Choose romance with ruthlessly possessive men. The story is dark, dirty and delicious so please read at your discretion.
4.5 Heart Review by Lorena
When I saw this was a RH novel, I said to myself "YES, this is right up my alley"! And to top it off it's with some tough alpha mafia men (totally up my alley). First I love men who are strong, possessive, and can be a mean ass alpha and in this book we definitely get these types of men. The Fake Prince Jake
-- EXCERPT: A short time later there I was, sitting opposite sexy barista guy in the small, empty restaurant wondering how exactly I was going to open this conversation. Thankfully, the waiter kicked things off. “Would you like to order?” “Yes please.” Without even looking at the menus the waiter offered I said to Jace, “Can I recommend the Caesar salad? It’s very good.” “That sounds great.” “We’ll have two of those, thanks.” The waiter left and I took a deep breath. “So… thanks for agreeing to come to lunch,” was the safe yet successful start to my pitch. So far, so good. “I gotta admit, I wasn’t expecting it. To be honest, most days I didn’t think you even noticed me. I never imagined you’d ask me out on a date.” “Oh! Ah…” I didn’t have time to let him down easy, so I cut to the chase. “Sorry, but this isn’t a date.” He gave me a confused smirk and his dimple appeared. “I thought you asked me out to lunch. And now we’re sitting here… in a restaurant… just ordered lunch. Am I missing something?” “Perhaps I should have made myself a little clearer. You see, Jason…” “Jace.” “You see, Jace. The thing is, I’m here to discuss a job offer with you.” “You want me to work at one of your events?” “Yes. In a way.” He shrugged casually and said, “Sure. I’m always looking for a little extra cash. Do you need me to make coffees or work as a waiter? Wow, imagine working for the Royal Family. What an adventure that’d be!” As he spoke, I saw the smile spread across his face and the faraway gleam in his eye. For a fleeting moment I was envious of this handsome traveller. He was a man who saw mountains and oceans in his dreams, while all I saw were run sheets and production schedules. But envy was replaced by the notion that Jace was exactly the person we needed right now. Someone who loved the thought of adventure. “Actually, I don’t need you to make coffee or wait tables. But trust me, I’m willing to pay you above and beyond what you’re earning now.” “Oh!” Jace said, a realisation dawning on his face. “Hell, I’m up for anything. Although to be honest, you could have had me for free… you’re an attractive guy and if I told you my heart didn’t skip a beat when you asked me out for lunch I’d be lying. So, if that’s what you’re offering, I sure as hell won’t say no.” He’d lost me. “Say no to what?” “Sex. You wanna pay me to have sex with you, right?” I gasped so hard I began to splutter. “No! Oh God, no! There is strictly no sex involved here.” “That’s kinda disappointing. Do you need a glass of water? Waiter! Can we please get some water over here?” The waiter came over with a pitcher of water and two glasses. As the waiter left, I drained a glass and my coughing settled. “So that’s a ‘no’ to sex?” Jace asked, rather amused. I nodded. “Forgive me, I’m normally quite good at pitching ideas but I dare say I’ve done a dreadful job of this one. Do you mind if we start over? I’m a little flustered.” “You’re cute when you’re flustered.” “I am?” I gulped more water and tried to ignore the stirring in my loins. ‘Cute’ was not a word people normally used to describe me, what with my boring brown eyes and my boring brown hair combed neatly in a nerdish and rather boring part to the left. People called me ‘capable,’ People called me ‘reliable.’ People called me ‘organised.’ But ‘cute’? “You heard me. Cute.” He smiled, and there was that dimple again. For God’s sake, if he wanted to be shown the real definition of ‘cute,’ all he needed was a mirror. “But let’s not get you even more flustered than you already are. Tell me about this strictly-no-sex job offer of yours.” I cleared my throat. “As you know, Audrey and I work in events for the Royal Family. We organise charity events, the opening of a library, the extension of a hospital wing, things like that. At each event, someone from the Royal Family does the honours of marking the occasion, they cut a ribbon, they say some words of encouragement, shake a few hands, collect a couple of bouquets of flowers and that’s pretty much it.” “I think you’re selling yourself short. I’ve seen how stressed you get, I think your job is a bigger deal than you’re making out.” “Thank you. Yes, it can be stressful. Like the assignment we have right now.” “What is it?” “Let me try to be as succinct as possible for you. In a nutshell, there’s a tiny kingdom in Eastern Europe called Zsnovania ruled by a king named Zorg. We need to return a royal sceptre that once belonged to Zsnovania. More specifically, the King has requested Prince Jacob of Nottingham to present him the sceptre in person, as something of an apology from England and the Royal Family. There’s just one catch. We need to fly to Zsnovania tomorrow and Prince Jake, as he’s known— among other things— has gone missing with little to no hope of finding him in time.” “Wow. That does sound stressful. But what’s it got to do with me?” “Here’s the kicker,” I said, sitting forward. “With a haircut and a shave, you’re a dead ringer for the Prince of Nottingham.” “I am?” “You are.” Jace pondered this a moment, then suddenly the pennies dropped like a jackpot into the coin tray of a slot machine. “Oh my God! You want me to go to Zsnovania with you.” “You do have a passport, don’t you?” “Yes, but the name on it says Jason Daniels. There’s no Prince in front of it.” “Leave all that to me. So long as you’ve got a passport, I can get you out of the country. We don’t need you to dress up as Prince Jake till we get to Zsnovania. Once we’re there, fingers crossed nobody will know the difference.” “Fingers crossed?” “And toes of course.” “Is this how you run all your events?” “Oh, bloody hell no. I’m normally very professional. This particular assignment’s a little different though. Apparently, it’s my traineeship in thinking outside the square.” I let my crazy plan sink in a little more as Jace sat there pondering for a moment longer. Eventually he said, “So let me get this right. I look like the Prince of Nottingham.” “Yes.” “The same Prince of Nottingham who needs to be in Eastern Europe tomorrow but has gone missing.” “That’s correct.” “So, you want me… to pretend to be him.” “Bingo!” “You’re putting your job in my hands when you don’t even know me?” “You’re the spitting image of the Prince. That’s all I need to know. And to be perfectly honest, without you I won’t have a job anyway.” His eyes narrowed. “How much are you offering?” “Five-thousand pounds. That should be enough to fund your stay in London for a while.” He nodded approvingly at the offer and I could see I almost had him across the line until his brow creased with suspicion. “Wait a minute… I’m not gonna wake up in a bathtub full of ice and a note that says one of my kidneys is missing, am I?” I thought about all the stories of Zsnovania and King Zorg I’d heard so far. “Truthfully… I can’t guarantee that won’t happen. But if it does, I promise it won’t be my doing.” Jace grinned. “That’s good enough for me. Oliver, you’ve got yourself a prince.” He reached across the table and shaking my hand he added, “This is gonna be one hell of an adventure.” I took a deep breath. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” “Wait a second,” he suddenly thought aloud. “I’ve got an American accent. I don’t know how to speak English.” “You’re speaking English now.” “You know what I mean. I don’t have a British accent. How can I pull that off? I’m not an actor.” “Don’t worry,” I assured him. “I’ve got that covered too… I hope.”
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Title: Quiet Wealth
Series: Quiet Mafia #1
Author: J.L. Drake
Genre: Mafia Romance
Release Date: July 22, 2021
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A twisted mafia romance about quiet wealth and refined darkness
Sienna
It’s been ten years since he left me with nothing but a pendant, a photo, and a broken heart. He was but a ghost, there one minute and gone the next. I picked myself up, dried my eyes, and built my life without him. Now he has come back into my life like a raging storm surrounded by crime and bloodshed. I no longer need him, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want him—or just a little taste…
Elio
Ten years ago, I had to leave behind the only light I had in my life. Without her, I live in darkness. I am not proud of the things I’ve done, nor the blood that’s been shed. Everything I did had been to protect her. We live by our code—family, power, loyalty, and protection. Our empire is built on the bones of our enemies. Now that she is back and we have a second chance, they will learn one way or another you do not touch my queen.
Capri Famiglia will rise to the top no matter the cost, bloodshed, or the lines that will have to be blurred.
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Stripping down to just my bra and underwear, I slipped into the water and allowed myself to float, proud that I had finally learned to swim. I splashed in the water, happy for a brief moment. Puffy clouds made their way across the blue sky, and I let myself drift away with them, enjoying the freedom. The smell of the plumeria filled the air, and I pretended it was Mother Nature gracing me with a gift of her perfume.
“I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.” His voice traveled across the water and vibrated through me. I ducked down, careful to keep my body underneath the water, so just my nose was above the surface. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen you here.” He peered into the hidey hole where we hid our notes and grinned. “I see you got my notes.”
He was right. I had been avoiding him, but it had come with a cost. His kindnesses and our chats had been so important to me. I realized how much I had missed him. I was lost and felt angry and sad all the time.
He tugged off his t-shirt with one hand and stood in his jeans. I saw the way they hung low on his hips. Elio was two years older than I was, and his body was that of a fighter. Strong, lean, and had that V that Cara always drooled over. Yes, Elio looked spectacular.
“And you’re swimming.” He placed a hand over his heart playfully. “That hurts.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that, even as I swam a little bit farther away from the shore. It was true that I didn’t like people looking at my body, especially because of all the bruises. I was also self-conscious about being so thin, although I had put a little meat on my bones lately. Most of all, I didn’t like the attention I got from the men at the dockyard and the house. It made me feel uncomfortable. I had developed quickly over the past few months, and it was difficult to hide my shape under my clothes.
I treaded water and tried to think of something to say as he dropped his jeans and waded into the water in just his boxers. He dipped under the surface and came up right in front of me.
His dark eyes seemed to be even more intense today, and I felt a jolt when I took a leap and stared into them. It was like someone poured a bucket of warm water over me.
“Sorry,” I whispered, and his eyes softened like he was happy I spoke. “Things have been hard, and I got a little…” I trailed off, unsure how to explain myself.
“Lost?”
“I think to be lost you need to have been found at some point,” I fought back an urge to cry. “I didn’t have a starting point. So…” I shrugged.
“I missed our notes.”
“Me too,” I confessed.
“But I missed you more.” He smiled sweetly. Elio would often be bold with his kindness. I admired that he could say what he wanted without a care.
His eyes flickered as something raced through his mind. I could feel his body language change.
“Do you trust me, Sienna?” I licked my lips and thought about his question. “You know me well enough to know I wouldn’t hurt you, right?”
I nodded because it was true. Elio had never said or done anything to hurt me in any way. In fact, he had cared for me over the years and never asked for anything in return. I felt like he knew me better than anyone else.
“May I take you to show you something?”
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Author J.L. Drake was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, later moving to Southern California where she lives with her husband and two children.
When she's not writing she loves to spend time with her family, traveling or just enjoying a night at home. One thing you might notice in her books is her love for the four seasons. Growing up on the east coast of Canada the change in the seasons is in her blood and is often mentioned in her writing.
Her books can be found in different languages around the world.
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Three years ago, nurse Sindy Carruthers returned to Bunya Junction wounded, wary and shamed by a relationship gone wrong. Welcomed home by her family and supportive community, she now manages the local medical practice and enjoys her newfound confidence. She’s perfectly happy on her own, until a blast from the past in the form of Ryan Flanagan appears. Dr. Ryan Flanagan—renowned plastic surgeon to the stars—heads to Bunya Junction to pay his last respects to the man who opened his heart and house to an abandoned boy. Ryan’s no fan of Bunya Junction or the harsh judgments of some of the townsfolk, so he’s stunned to discover that his old mentor has bequeathed him half a general medical practice—hoping he’ll stay on and serve the community. The other half of the practice now belongs to the beautiful Sindy Carruthers, his closest friend’s twin sister. Sindy knows Ryan will never stay in Bunya Junction and become her business partner, and that’s a good thing. Otherwise she might just lose her heart to him.
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USA Today Bestselling author Nicole Flockton writes sexy contemporary romance that sparkles and seduces you one kiss at a time. Nicole likes nothing better than taking characters and creating unique situations where they fight for their true love. On her first school report her teacher noted “Nicole likes to tell her own stories”. It wasn’t until after the birth of her first child and after having fun on a romance community forum that she finally decided to take the plunge and write a book. She is a hybrid author and has published over forty books since 2012. When she’s not busy writing she’s looking after her very own hero – her wonderfully supportive husband, as well as her two fabulous kids and various fur babies. Her kindle is never far from her reach. She’s a certified chocoholic, Cinderella lover, major BTS fan (she blames her daughter), sports lover and a glitter aficionado. ♦ ♦ ♦Rise, the all new captivating and moving first book in the Rise & Fall Duet from USA Today bestselling author Grahame Claire is available now!
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