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I was folding shirts in the corner of the room when Ash walked over to me, grabbed<br />
a shirt from the pile and started folding with me. He stayed like that, in silence, as<br />
he folded three or four shirts before he finally whispered, “Follow me.”<br />
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I dropped the shirt in my hands and followed him through the room. We snuck out<br />
the door and down the hallway. Ash’s fingers circled my wrist as he opened a<br />
nondescript door and pulled me through.<br />
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We were in a supply closet. It looked like mostly medical supplies. It was dark until<br />
Ash flipped the switch and a low glow filled the small space.<br />
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“Well, this is cozy,” I remarked, looking around.<br />
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“Hey, it’s the best I could do under short notice,” Ash shot back. “I scoped this<br />
place out all week.” We stared at each other for a long moment before we both<br />
burst out laughing and I practically launched myself at him. It felt damn good to be<br />
in his arms and I couldn’t help how happy I felt.<br />
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It wasn’t the first time we had snuck off and had these moments with each other<br />
but it was getting harder and harder to make it happen. There weren’t a lot of<br />
places in Sanctuary for privacy and it was hard to get away from the endless duties<br />
we were committed to by living here. We took every single moment that we could<br />
to spend with each other. I never knew when I would get another one.<br />
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“God, I miss you,” Ash said, his cheek pressed tightly against the top of my head.<br />
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“How is it possible that I see you every single day but you feel miles away?” I<br />
asked, folding myself tighter into him. “Sneaking off every once in awhile just isn’t<br />
enough.”<br />
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“I know we’re safe and all that, but god I hate that I can never see you or spend<br />
time with you or even just hug you.”<br />
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“Agreed.”<br />
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“How are you doing? Really?” Ash asked, pulling away from me a little bit so he<br />
could look me in the eye.<br />
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“I’m fine,” I assured him quickly. Ash was there when the doctors talked to me<br />
about PTSD so I wasn’t surprised that he looked doubtful, his eyebrows jumping<br />
high on his forehead. I laughed. “Really, I am.”<br />
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“No more nightmares?”<br />
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I squirmed uncomfortably. “Not...often.”<br />
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“Zoey...”<br />
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“Don’t ‘Zoey’ me. You’re the only person here that doesn’t look at me like I’m<br />
suddenly going to go on a bender or something. I’m fine. I’m not going to break.”<br />
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“I know you’re not,” he inserted. “Sometimes I just...I forget that. But that doesn’t<br />
mean I’m not worried about you, Zoey. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to care<br />
that you’re still alone in that bed, scared.”<br />
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My lips pressed tightly together and my fingers clenched tightly at his waist. “I’ll be<br />
okay. I promise.”<br />
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“I know you will. If there’s anything I’m sure of, it’s you.” He winked at me and I<br />
smirked. The fact that the Ash Matthews charm was still in full force, even after the<br />
awful year that we had just had, meant that there was some normalcy in the world.<br />
“Now come here.”<br />
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His lips came down on mine and I answered with enthusiasm, my hands wrapping<br />
tightly around the back of his neck. A low rumble went through his chest, as his<br />
hands reached for the hem of my shirt. His hands were cool on my warm skin and I<br />
pressed myself tighter to him as my tongue traced a quick sweep of his lower lip.<br />
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He groaned loudly, and lifted me up easily, placing me on a cart tucked against the<br />
wall. Supplies went everywhere, but neither of us really noticed.<br />
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My heart was beating fast in my chest as he placed a few light bites across my<br />
collarbone. A low moan escaped my lips and a smile stretched across his face as<br />
his hand pressed tight against my ribcage. My skin burned at the contact, even<br />
with the clothes between us. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and started yanking it<br />
over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him. My hands skimmed over his hard<br />
chest, loving the way the goosebumps raised under my fingertips. Ash deepened<br />
the kiss, his fingers tight on the back of my neck.<br />
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“Ash?” I managed to say in between the ridiculously amazing kisses he was laying<br />
on me.<br />
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“What is it, beautiful?” he whispered, his lips tracing an impossibly sweet trail along<br />
my jawline.<br />
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“I love you,” I said, my fingernails digging into his skin as my hands gripped his<br />
arms.<br />
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The smile he gave me was like a thousand fireworks in the dimly lit closet. His<br />
hands ran down my spine, causing little gasps to escape my lips, before they<br />
landed on my waist. He tugged me closer to him. “I love you. Always.”<br />
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You know how they say the enemy of your enemy is your friend? Well, I'm still determining if there's any truth to that statement.<br />
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I was used by the Feds to report on the dealings of Antonio Herrera - the major Mexican crime lord since his uncle passed, leaving everything to Antonio. I knew everything about Antonio's business. How, you ask? I was the only woman he kept close, really close - he claimed he loved me. You get to see and hear a lot of interesting things when you hold that kind of status.<br />
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Now, the Feds have me in what they claim is witness protection. However, I never feel safe knowing he's out there. My family thinks I'm dead. All the while, I keep to myself, avoid most people in my new hometown and train rigorously everyday—waiting for the time when the devil comes calling for his debt to be paid.<br />
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***This is the first book in a two book series. This book should be read prior to the second book.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Release Date</b> : 15 November 2016</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Genre </b>: Romance, Suspense</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Author </b>: Martha Sweeney</span><br />
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”Let’s get one thing fucking clear,” I spit through gritted teeth as my body trembles.<br />
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“I don’t care what you people have to say. If you abandon me and I’m left to where it’s either him or me…he will be the one who ends up dead! Got it!”<br />
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“Mrs. Turner.…”<br />
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“Don’t you fucking call me that,” I snap with venom coursing through my veins. The chair I was sitting in shoots back when I bolt upright. “Don’t any of you fucking call me that. Got it!”<br />
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“Leia…we need him alive,” Tweddledum-ass agent reminds for the umpteenth time.<br />
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I never bothered to learn their real names. Why waste my time when they all say the same bullshit about getting the bad guys and saving the world, let alone the fact that they all wear the same bland colored clothes? I wonder how many of them may be in on it too.<br />
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“Well, I don’t,” I counter with a sneer. “I don’t care…I don’t fucking care anymore. Do you really think he’ll hesitate to kill me if he has the chance? Seriously!”<br />
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“Mrs. Turner…Leia,” Tweddledumer-ass agent coaxes.<br />
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“I’ll do what you ask,” I remind. “But, if that fucker comes after me in any way…and none of you are there to protect me…I will fucking kill him. I will not willingly die by his hands. I will fight with every last breath I have to make sure he’s dead before I die.”<br />
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“It won’t come to that,” Tweddledumer-ass comments.<br />
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I snicker in disbelief.<br />
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“We have everything we need to move forward with tonight,” Tweddledum-ass states.<br />
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“Yeah, like I haven’t heard that before,” I spit.<br />
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“We’ll be there,” Tweddledum-ass repeats.<br />
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“You better,” I scoff. “Not like it matters anyway.”<br />
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“We will,” Tweddledumer-ass confirms.<br />
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“So,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I have to do your jobs…but this time will be different.”<br />
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“Different?” Tweddledum-ass checks.<br />
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“At least I know what needs to be taken care of and not afraid to fucking do it,” I challenge.<br />
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“Are you saying that you’re going to take matters into your own hands tonight …regardless if we show up?” Tweddledum-ass checks.<br />
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“Does that get me out of going?” I probe.<br />
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“No, Leia,” Tweddledumer-ass confirms. “It doesn’t.”<br />
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“Then, yes,” I state rather calmly.<br />
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Tweddledum-ass and Tweddledumer-ass shake their heads in objection, but don’t comment any further. Hopefully my threat will guarantee their presence tonight.<br />
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“Can I go now?” I ask, getting up and heading toward the door, not waiting for an answer.<br />
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“Agent Thompson will need to see you on your way out to check the device,” Tweddledum-ass states.<br />
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“Yeah, yeah,” I acknowledge before the door slams behind me.<br />
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Thirty minutes later, I finally leave their creepy meet-up point located at a crusty- ass, pay by the hour brothel. My body is oddly calm and relaxed as I head to the house I used to call home. In the past, I was terrified of Jack when he got home from work and dinner wasn’t ready. Four years into our marriage, I was running five minutes late, not like it was the first time or anything, and I ended up with a black eye and a kitchen covered in food from his tirade. He apologized profusely after it happened, claiming that it would never happen again and that he’s just overwhelmed with the crap that’s occurring at work. The next few months, he was the sweetest thing ever: buying me flowers, taking me out on dates more often and even buying me a little puppy, Shepard.<br />
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I was twenty-eight the first time Jack hit me. It happened again not long after the old Jack, the good Jack, returned for that short period. I honestly did believe Jack when he said it was the first and last time.<br />
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When Shepard got big enough, he bit Jack on the hand when Jack went to hit me. Jack almost killed Shepard, but I begged him not to; Shepard was my only friend. I told Jack that I would do whatever he wanted, so long as he didn’t kill Shepard — stupid me. After that, the majority of the physical abuse stopped, but the verbal abuse continued as Jack forced me to do some of his dirty work, which is why I know so much about Antonio Herrera and the drug and human trafficking businesses that Antonio inherited. Aside from Jack forcing me to help him with his side job, I met Antonio, which turned out to be a blessing and a curse.<br />
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When Antonio met me, he didn’t like how Jack was using me as bait to lure men who owed Antonio money. Antonio took a quick liking to me the day we met. The next day, Jack brought me back to one of Antonio’s clubs, having me dress up for the guy. The dirty work I had to do for Antonio changed—some of it became letting Antonio touch me.<br />
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Antonio had a gentler touch than my husband which made it more bearable to endure since my own husband literally pimped me out to his boss — the boss of Miami. Antonio liked rough sex, but he never beat me like my husband did. He never raped me like Jack did. If I wasn’t in the mood, Antonio at least respected my wishes and would fuck one of his other mistresses. We didn’t have sex at all the first few times we met. Antonio was a perfect gentleman. When I realized what giving him my body could mean for my safety, I willingly complied.<br />
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When I first learned about my husband and his other line of work, I had the doctors give me the birth control shot and asked them to test me regularly. The funny, sadistic thing was that Jack wanted children and objected to us using any form of birth control. When the doctor began to inquire the reason for the regular shots and tests, I just told him and his staff that my husband and I were sexually experimental, which included multiple partners. Part of that was true. I slept mostly with Antonio, unless Jack forced me, which Antonio put a stop to as soon as he found out. Jack was sleeping with some of the girls who were regularly on hand for the goons aside from the ones the business brought in, claiming that it was part of his job to help break them in before they were sold.<br />
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With only ten minutes to spare, I get to the house with two large pizzas in hand. Jack won’t suspect anything since it’s Friday, and Fridays are our usual pizza night before leaving for business. I shove the boxes into the oven and turn it on to keep the food warm. Then, I dart upstairs and change into a more appropriate outfit that both Jack and Antonio expect me to wear even though it gets cold once the sun is down, especially by the docks where the new shipment is arriving tonight. Shepard follows my every move and whines while I pace the bedroom as I get ready. He knows what’s coming since Shepard always comes with me. I convinced Antonio to let me bring Shepard along after our fifth time being together, saying that I’ve trained Shepard for protection and when we’re together, Shepard will protect him too.<br />
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With a black low-cut, v-neck blouse that is sleeveless and a matching, form-fitting pencil skirt, black fishnet stockings and the black designer heels Antonio bought me, I hurry downstairs to the kitchen. I pour a glass of wine for myself and start pouring a beer into the frozen glass mug I remove from the freezer when I hear the garage door opening.<br />
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“Hi, honey,” I greet Jack in a monotone voice when he walks through the door that leads from the garage into the kitchen.<br />
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Jack nods, but doesn’t reply. This is our usual greeting when he’s flanked by three men who are a part of Antonio’s protection detail.<br />
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“I got your favorite,” I mention. “And, extra for the boys.”<br />
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The three henchmen perk up at the mention of extra food for them. One of them takes the pies from the oven and the four of them start eating instantly without a single word uttered.<br />
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I wait patiently, knowing that when we have this kind of company, Jack won’t let me start eating until they’ve had their first round. It’s kind of like Jack’s way of establishing dominance in his home since I’ve got more control when Antonio and his lackeys are present.<br />
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Jorge offers me a slice before he takes his second and I take it with a smile and nod. Other than Antonio, Jorge’s always been the nicest to me, not caring who is around. The henchmen are all supposed to be nice and protect me since I’m Antonio’s main woman. I would almost speculate that Jorge has a little crush on me. If I was younger and the circumstances were different, I think I would have gone out on a date with him.<br />
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When the men are done eating, I scoop out some ice cream and offer it to all four of them as Jack turns on the television, finding the sports channels. While their attention stays fixed in the opposite direction, I clean up the mess in the kitchen, feed Shepard, and let him out in the backyard. Once my wifely duties are complete and a commercial comes on for the game, Jack heads upstairs to change into his black on black outfit I laid out for him. Jorge, Alberto, and Jesus turn the television off and join me at the kitchen table where I sit reading, waiting for the night to begin.<br />
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By ten, the five of us and Shepard take two different black Escalades that have tinted, bulletproof windows and make our way over to Antonio. Twenty minutes later, we arrive at Antonio’s main home in Miami. Two of Antonio’s men lead me up to Antonio’s bedroom, leaving my four companions with the rest of the crew.<br />
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It’s about time the Feds get something right when it comes to microphones andblistening in on conversations. They’ve finally adopted the use of actual high-tech gear that goes completely unnoticed while providing optimal visual and audio feedback. They managed to duplicate the earrings I’m wearing which were given to me by Antonio. No more getting caught with a wire being strapped to your stomach or through an ugly brooch or a thing sticking in your ear that are way too obvious. Knowing what the night will entail, I remove my earrings, leaving them on the jewelry dish Antonio bought me that rests on the counter in the bathroom — no need to let the Feds who are watching get any more of a glimpse of what they really don’t need to see.<br />
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As part of Antonio’s pre-game or pre-deal regimen, he likes to become completely relaxed — that entails having sex. Two other women, Genevieve and Maribelle, join us in the bedroom, but Antonio pays more attention to me as he always does. He claims that I always give him the best head he’s ever had in his life — and that he loves me. My nonchalant attitude towards him sleeping with other women when I’m not around drives him crazy. He wants me to be possessive and jealous. I cater to his game on occasion, teasing him to giving him what he wants just enough to keep him interested. It also helps maintain my status and rank within his organization. The teasing only makes him more aroused too. It drives Jack fucking crazy that I’ve got a higher position than he does, even though Antonio did promote him after Antonio and I were introduced. I’ve got more in with the boss than Jack will ever have, which is why the Feds need me and why I need them to get me out of this fucking hellhole.<br />
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Does Antonio treat me good? Yes. Far better than Jack ever has, but I don’t want to be known as the mistress or wife of anyone associated with a cartel — especially the boss.<br />
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Genevieve, Maribelle, and I freshen up in the bathroom after our frolic with Antonio under the sheets. Even though the two of them are jealous of me for having Antonio’s eye more than any other woman, they’ve always been nice and offer to help me finish getting ready. I get why they’re mad. They want the security that I have. If there was ever a challenge with one of the other girls in the past, in any sense, Antonio would add them to the collection of women being sold — or he’d kill them.<br />
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You may ask how I can be so casual and nonchalant about everything that is happening around me? I can only relate it to the fact that I have to be. I have to be numb. I have to not care in order to maintain my status and the little bit of control that I do have over myself and my situation. I’ve watched Antonio, and a number of his goons, point a gun and fire it into someone’s head. I puked only the first time.<br />
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It’s not easy seeing a person’s face when the bullet hits, let alone how their body flops to the ground immediately afterward — some of them still move. The second and third time I saw someone being killed, I cried only because they were women.<br />
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I’m grateful for the fact that I’ve only had to watch or be near when someone’s been shot. There have been some stories that trickle around about how people’s fingers, hands, or toes are chopped off, bodies being torturing in all sorts of ways, including burnings, and other things I don’t dare repeat.<br />
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Antonio apologized profusely the first three times to me when I witnessed people being killed, claiming that it’s only a part of the business and it must occur . His actions are how he needs to establish fear in all of them in order to maintain his leadership. He professed that he would never have me killed because he loves me as much as he tells me on a regular basis. He professed his feelings for me the first night we had sex.<br />
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His attitude changed toward me when I saw the fourth person killed. I think I earned Antonio’s respect at a whole new level after that. I’m not sure why and I honestly don’t want to know, but I think it’s because I didn’t flinch when it happened.<br />
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I think Antonio is a coward. Actually, I think they’re all cowards. Anyone who uses fear to gain and obtain power is a coward. They’re just insecure bullies who do it to validate themselves. Jack was my first real bully outside of the stupid shit you deal with as a kid in school, and I think he hates me because he can’t bully me anymore. Antonio won’t have it. I won’t have it.<br />
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Mr. Cocky<br />
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I’m a cocky bastard.<br />
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I admit it. It’s because I’ve got a big d*ck and I know how to use it. And man have I used it. When my life fell apart, I used it even more to forget.<br />
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But I don’t do that anymore. Because my life is back on track. I have a plan. And nothing is going to stand in my way of getting what I’ve worked so hard for. Nothing except for…her.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Title </b>: Mr. Cocky</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Release Date </b>: 9 December 2016</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Author </b>: Nana Malone</span></div>
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He’s a contract killer.</div>
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She murders for fun.</div>
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Smack dab in the middle of suburbia,</div>
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few married couples are as competitive as Jude and Kate.</div>
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Each hell-bent on a silent pact to out-do the other,</div>
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the games begin—</div>
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only there are no rules.</div>
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not everyone comes out alive.</div>
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All is fair in love and war.</div>
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they’re dead in the water.</div>
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Britney is the author of seven novels and is currently at work on number eight.</div>
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<b>LUNDYN</b></div>
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I tried to do everything in my power to distance myself from Maverick Strong; Even putting some miles between us by moving across country. Yet, here I find myself back where I started from - in my</div>
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hometown and too close to Maverick. This time there will be no running away. This time I am finally</div>
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putting an end to this vendetta.</div>
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happenin’. My little sister’s best friend and my enemy since sophomore year. Our hate is mutual and a must - it’s also fun. When Lundyn moves back home after leaving town the day after … Ah, I’m getting ahead of myself. Either way, the hate is still strong and if hating isn’t right, I don’t want to be wrong.</div>
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Needing a break from the vocabulary volcano erupting from Eric’s mouth, I excuse myself and go to the restroom.<br />
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I dare not text Harlow about how bad this date is going because she would just tell me I am a Ridiculous Rhonda or some shit. Before I exit, I grab a paper towel and use it to open the door. I thrust my foot out when it swings open to hold it there while I discard the paper towel. The boisterous restaurant grows louder as I emerge down the dimly lit narrow hallway until I am halted by a wall of steel. A wall of steel that smells of vanilla with just a hint of pine.<br />
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“Well, if you wanted a hug Lundy, all you had to do was ask,” Maverick says as he smiles down at me with his perfect teeth, and equally perfect twinkling set of hazel eyes. He blows out a small breath, and I catch a whiff of the beer he’s been drinking.<br />
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“Ugggh Maverick, don’t you have someone to arrest or something?” My eyes shift attempting not to get sucked into his orbit. It’s like he’s a male Medusa, if I look I might turn to stone.<br />
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“My day off, and why would I want to leave the show you’re putting on for us?” His brows bounce twice.<br />
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My eyes roll to the ceiling as I cross my arms over my chest. “What show Maverick?” I breathe out<br />
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He jerks his head back and to the left. “That disastrous date you’re on with that pussy sitting out there.” Apparently, this statement tickles his small mind, and he chuckles to himself. He has a point, but I would never agree with him.<br />
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“He’s not a pussy, Maverick. You might actually learn some manners from him.”<br />
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“HA! Lundy, now I’m no gynecologist, but I know a pussy when I see one.” His nose wrinkles causing his mouth resembles a bunny as he begins to sniff the air.<br />
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“What are you doing?” I ask through gritted teeth.<br />
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“Yep, I smell his pussy-ness from here.” A shit eating grin gradually appears on his face.<br />
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I tuck my lips tuck between my teeth as my head shakes with disappointment at Maverick. Seriously,<br />
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insane. “I’m done with this conversation.” I take one step to the right, and Maverick moves to block me.<br />
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“What the fuck, Maverick? Move.” I step to the left, and he blocks me again. This time stretching his<br />
hands out to grab the door frame, displaying his solid mass of human perfection. The t-shirt he is<br />
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He waggles his brows and his mouth pulled into an amused smile. “Nope, as an officer of the law I<br />
cannot allow you to subject yourself to any more of that guy’s pussy-ness today.”<br />
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“You’re incorrigible you know that?”<br />
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He shrugs, his face falling unreadable as he contemplates his answer. “I’ve been called worse.”<br />
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“Careful Maverick, we vampires like to bite in the dark.” I open my mouth to make a chomping noise<br />
with my teeth to drive my threat home. I guess I misjudged the close proximity of my mouth to his ear, because when I bite down, I have a mouth full of Maverick’s earlobe between my teeth. The salty taste of his blood oozes through my teeth and then invades my mouth. My eyes go wide as Maverick’s scream fills the empty hallway, luckily they are muffled by the rowdy patrons.<br />
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He pulls back, eyes full of shock, his hand cupping his left ear which is dripping blood. “Holy shit, you Mike Tyson’d me!”<br />
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My hands cover my face as I stare on in horror. Not at Maverick having a hissy fit, but of Eric as I catch him watching on with a look of disgust tinged with a hint of horror before he turns and quickly exits the restaurant.<br />
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RD Berg lives in the great state of Texas with her three boys who drive her to the brink of insanity most days. She loves to read, write and watch her two favorite shows, Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead. When she isn’t enthralled with a novel or a gory show, you can find her in the stands loudly cheering on her boys at their basketball and football games. She has three strong beliefs in life; Vanilla cake and Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream should be a major food group, Halloween should be celebrated every month, and Harry Potter’s birthday should be a national holiday.</div>
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I'm Texas proud with the accent to prove it. During the day I wear scrubs as a cape and try to save the world one patient at a time as a nurse. At night, mainly Friday nights, you can find me with a glass of wine faithfully by my side while I type away on the computer. I seem to get my days and nights mixed up, because my best ideas seem to come around midnight, so I'm a complete night owl. I have a long-term boyfriend who puts up with my crazy and a black lab named Sadie AKA Sadie Lady. In the in-between times of my life, I'm just tryin' to survive my twenties with beer, good friends and fun adventures!</div>
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After rushing to the altar and moving across the country, Harper Duquaine (or is it MacLaughlin, now?) is in uncharted territory. What once seemed like a promising opportunity to advance her husband’s career while giving her some much needed independence and adventure has proven to be a bust. By the time fall rolls around again, she’s back in a boring job by day and overstocking her inventory of crocheted scarves by night. Not even the prospect of a new football season holds much excitement.</div>
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When her mother’s incessant matchmaking hits an all-time high, Georgie Archibald does what any sensible woman would do: she flees the country.</div>
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Seeking refuge in the picturesque seaside village of Vernazza, Italy, Georgie’s only plan is to lie low, gorge herself on gelato, and let the wine and waves wash her troubles away...that is until she wakes up in a bed that belongs to the most romantic- looking man she’s ever seen.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">With the loss of Terra’s greatest weapon, the war against darkness escalates rapidly, and time is on no one’s side. While Dev struggles to keep his home and hope alive, Molly and Rae find themselves forced to confront a desperately kept secret and quickly learn that a life-altering sacrifice is the asking price to restore order.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Nightmares, betrayal, the fate of two worlds, and one man’s hunger for vengeance lead Molly down a twisted and dark path she fears she might never come back from. Cornered into making a heart-wrenching decision, Molly teeters between deliverance and damnation. Who is worth saving most—a nation or the one she loves?</span></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: inherit;">From Award Winning author, E.J. Mellow, comes the breathtaking conclusion of The Dreamland Series. A story that will take you on a spine-tingling and gripping ride through self-sacrifice, the true power of love, and the importance of friendship.</span></strong><br />
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"This book is a must-read of the season, plus it goes perfectly with your comfy blankets and some tea ;). You won't regret picking this book up because you're gonna fall in love with them so hard you won't even know it until you turn over that last page. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I do. E.J. Mellow has been one of my favourite author and I'm glad to be a part of Mellow Misfits. Have fun reading this last chapter of Dev and Molly's adventure !! :D" <b>-Karla </b><br />
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HEATH STRICKLAND, the son of a prominent district attorney, lived his life</div>
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NOELLE DURAND lived in luxury, growing up on a sprawling estate, with everything</div>
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house. Perfect things. Perfect family. But nothing at all was perfect. She lived in hell.</div>
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A hell that nobody on the outside could see.</div>
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Twelve years later, one phone call changes everything.</div>
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“I’m sorry, Noelle. I’m really sorry.” I don’t know what I’m apologizing for. The fact that I don’t believe her weak lie or because I kissed her. No. I’m not sorry for either.<br />
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“It’s okay. Really. Thanks for caring. And thank you for my birthday gift.” She pauses and brushes her pinkie finger against mine. “You made my birthday really special, and I’ll never forget it.”<br />
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Without thinking, I loop my pinkie finger around hers, linking them together. Linking us together. We walk to her window like this and I break our connection reluctantly, bringing my hand up to her bruised cheek. “Please be careful,” I beg, and I’m not sure what I’m even begging her to be careful of. I’m just so worried about her.<br />
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“I will,” she whispers. “Catch a couple fireflies on the way home.”<br />
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“I’d catch a million for you.” Her eyes light up, a smile on her lips. I want to kiss her again. So bad. But all I do is stare into her eyes and back away. I push the window open as quietly as I can and slide out onto the grass.<br />
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She smiles as we both slide the window gently along the track, closing it.<br />
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She leaves her hand pressed against the window and I immediately do the same, covering hers, only the glass pane separating us.<br />
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Sifted is book #2 in the A Recipe for Love series, and is the conclusion of Emily and Declan's story. It is told from Declan's point of view<br />
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I asked her to have hope, faith, and trust in us, and then I did the unthinkable: I left.<br />
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Now, it's time for me to return and to sift through the pieces that I left behind. I guess my nickname of the Irish Car Bomb is fitting because I went off and left bits of shrapnel behind. I just hope it's not too late to clean up the mess I made.<br />
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We only regret the chances we don't take, and honestly, my leaving had nothing to do with Emily—my lovely Lemon Drop.<br />
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When I left, I thought I no longer knew who I was. What I know now is that I'm nothing without her by my side. She is the biggest piece of me.<br />
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She loved me when I was unlovable. No, she never said the words out loud, either, but her love for me is something I've never doubted. I felt it, I know I did. I promised to be worthy of that love when I returned to her. I'm still not sure that I am, but I need it, and if she'll have me, I'll have her until death do us part.<br />
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I meant every word when I told her that my heart would always bring me back to her. She is my home. She is my everything. My yesterday, my today, and my tomorrow.<br />
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I never thought that I would write a novel, although my English teacher my freshman year in college told me that he would hunt me down if I wasn’t published by the time I was thirty. Thirty came and went. I was busy being a wife and working mother of two and nobody came looking for me.</div>
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I doubt my sister thought she was about to change my life forever when she got me a book of “Mommy porn” for my birthday in 2012, but that’s exactly what she did. After reading the first book in the trilogy,</div>
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My name is Roman Cavenaugh and I’m kind of an asshole. </div>
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Running a company isn't easy, especially when everyone expects you to fail, so being a jerk? It comes with the territory. </div>
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I don't have time to mess around, and I sure as hell didn’t see her coming.</div>
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Cara Hamilton—she was supposed to be off limits…a temporary employee brought in during my assistant’s maternity leave. </div>
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An obsession I couldn’t shake.</div>
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So yeah, I may be an asshole, but now, I finally had a purpose, and soon, she would be mine. </div>
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"Can I ask you something?" she said, drawing my attention away from the monotony on my computer screen. I looked up to find her eyes dead set on mine. It was unnerving.<br />
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She usually tried to avoid direct eye contact with me. Maybe I intimidated her. Perhaps she found me attractive and the idea of lusting after her boss bothered her.<br />
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“Go ahead,” I answered, unwilling to break the intimate connection she&#39;d started.<br />
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"When you saw me… at the club that night," she said, her eyes wavering just slightly."What was it you saw in me? I mean, was it just the clothes?"<br />
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My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Even though I'd said we'd never speak of what happened that drunken night two weeks ago, I saw something in her eyes that needed an answer.<br />
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"Why are you asking?"<br />
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"It's nothing, sorry. I'm being stupid," she backpedaled, as she began fiddling with the hem of her skirt.<br />
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Looking back at our few interactions, I suddenly noticed the difference in how she'd acted today. Her normal never-ending stream of word vomit was there, but behind it, there was an internal struggle going on. The hemline wasn't the first thing she'd fidgeted with. I'd watched as she'd pulled at the collar of her shirt and then, as if she'd realized what she had done was wrong, quickly lay it flat again.<br />
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Pink tinged her cheeks once again.<br />
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I simply nodded, not trusting myself with words in that moment.<br />
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Because I’d more than noticed. It’d been damn hard not to think about anything but.<br />
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"A gift from my boyfriend," she replied. "He said my old clothes didn't fit in with our new lifestyle. It was a very generous gift," she added, never forgetting that politeness she'd no doubt been taught since birth.<br />
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"But?" I questioned, waiting for her to continue.<br />
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"But… I don't feel like me anymore," she finally admitted.<br />
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I could see the indecision and worry gnawing at her. Someone like her, sweet, honest and good… she was meant for better things than a life with a man who didn't appreciate her.<br />
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Leaning forward, I made sure she saw the sincerity burning in my eyes as I spoke. "That night in the club, I'll admit, I noticed the dress first."<br />
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She opened her lips to speak but I held up my hand to stop her, wanting to make my point.<br />
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"And today, when you walked in, I couldn't help but give a second… or third glance at the way that new skirt hugged your ass."<br />
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Her eyes widened at my blatant honesty.<br />
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"So yes, the clothes may grab my attention for a moment or two, but the fact that I'm still interested, two weeks later? That's you, Cara. That’s all you.”<br />
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I’d hit on an employee.<br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Amy is an award-winning, USA Today best-selling Aussie author who has written over fifty contemporary romances in both the traditional and digital markets. She has written for Harlequin Mills & Boon, Entangled, Harper Collins, Momentum, Tule and Escape. She's sold over a million books and been translated into thirteen different languages including manga.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Amy spent six years on the national executive of Romance Writers of Australia including a two year term as president and after many years of unofficial mentoring of emerging writers, Amy and her fellow Harlequin author Anna Cleary have started their own manuscript assessment business, Word Witchery, which specialises in romantic fiction. With unique insight into what makes a story that sells, Amy and Anna aim to help every manuscript shine.</span></div>
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Paige Abram never faces a problem she can’t solve until her high school sweetheart comes back into her life, and she’s bombarded with memories of their relationship. His presence is almost suffocating, but he’s still just as beautiful as she remembers.</div>
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The moment Drake Wilkins sees her again, the numbness he’s felt since he walked away disappears. But she’s not the same girl he fell in love with back then. She’s colder, not as easy going; she’s a complete stranger now.</div>
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Her heart nearly quit after its first loss.</div>
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Their hearts resuscitate, but in the city, their love will face its biggest challenge of all: survival.</div>
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The next day after work, I walked into Jones Jym in complete awe of the place. It was an athlete’s dream workout facility—even better than the one I frequented during college ball. It had multiple floors of equipment and machines, and several trainers on staff. The place buzzed with people who were eager to sweat away their workday. Since moving to the city, I’d yet to find a gym to join, and a guy at work named Owen had given me the name of the gym he and several of his athletic clients used.<br />
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I signed up and paid the membership fee. The lady at the front desk gave me a keycard and all the<br />
necessary information that came with becoming a member, and then she had a young guy give me a<br />
tour of the place. It wasn’t until we got to the floor with the pool that I recognized the body swimming toward the other end.<br />
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Paige was doing laps in a one-piece black swimsuit. Seeing her in the water reminded me of the times<br />
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“Dude,” the kid said, shaking his head. “Don’t even bother. That lady is like the ice queen around here. She specifically requests the pool to herself, and the only reason she gets it is because she’s friends with the boss.”<br />
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“I see,” I commented, never taking my eyes off her. Ice queen, huh? That was a new nickname for her I hadn’t heard around work yet. “If you don’t mind, I think I can take it from here. I appreciate you<br />
showing me around.”<br />
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“Just doing my job.” He shrugged and picked up a few towels that had been tossed to the side before<br />
heading toward the door. “Have a good day.”<br />
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“You too.”<br />
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I was alone with her. It was like one of my teenage wet dreams come to life all over again: Paige all wet in a swimsuit. Except this time, she was in a one-piece that covered way too much of her, but I really didn’t mind. The suit molded to her, showing off her excellently toned body and how much she still cared for it.<br />
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As she swam toward the end of the pool nearest me, I walked to the edge and squatted down to watch<br />
her. She pushed harder and harder through the water, kicking her legs and pumping her arms fast<br />
toward me. When she got closer, instead of somersaulting against the wall and pushing back to the<br />
other end, she reached for the edge and accidentally grabbed my shoe.<br />
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“What the hell?” she sputtered as she removed her goggles and moved into a standing position. She<br />
brushed her hair out of her face and peered back at me with a pissed off gleam in her eye. “What are you doing in here, Drake? I requested time in the pool to myself.”<br />
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“I know,” I said, smiling. “But I was getting the Jones Jym tour since I’m a new member and when I saw you swimming, I thought I’d say hi.”<br />
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She rolled her eyes and ticked a brow up at me. “You joined my gym?”<br />
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“I didn’t realize it was your gym. I thought it was open to everybody.”<br />
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She sighed. “You know what I mean. How did you know I worked out here?”<br />
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“Well, if you must know, I asked Owen his opinion on the gyms around the city, and he suggested this one. Your name was never even brought up.”<br />
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“Goddammit, Owen,” she muttered under her breath loud enough for me to hear.<br />
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Amused, I stepped back as she lifted herself out of the pool. I admired the body that I missed in an<br />
unhealthy manner, feeling suffocated in my three-piece suit as my eyes roamed. She grabbed a towel<br />
and started to dry off, and all I could do was stand there and watch. Her suit dipped low in the front, exposing the contours of her breasts, and it was cut high on the thighs to show off her legs and the<br />
cheeks of her taut ass peeking out the backside. It wasn’t like the one-piece suits with the ugly floral<br />
prints. No, this black beauty was one I imagined myself stripping off of her in a slow, seductive manner until I had her begging me to get her out of it.<br />
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“Don’t,” she stated harshly, knocking me back to the present.<br />
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“What?” I asked, confused as I refocused my attention to her face, where her eyes were narrowed on me, brows furrowed in annoyance.<br />
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She used to love it when I watched her like this.<br />
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She wrapped one towel around herself and knotted it, and then proceeded to wring her hair out with<br />
another towel. “You don’t get to look at me like that anymore.”<br />
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I cocked my head to the side and shot her a mischievous smile. “Do you realize what you’re wearing?<br />
How am I supposed to not look at you in a swimsuit? Do you remember all the good times we had with you in—and out—of a bikini? Because I do.”<br />
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“I can tell.” She nodded toward the slight bulge in my pants and tossed the towel in the used barrel.<br />
Slipping her feet into a pair of sandals, she threw her bag over her shoulder and made her way over to<br />
me. She tugged on my loosened tie and pulled me forward with a playful smile lingering on her lips as she ran her fingers over the silky material. “I remember that one night we decided to go skinny dipping,” she stated, her voice taking on a sensual tone that hypnotized me. “You helped me out of my suit, taking your sweet time untying the strings and sliding my bottoms down my legs, and then you took off your shorts.” She laughed softly and then shoved me away from her. “But the water was so cold that your genitals shriveled up to unnoticeable proportions.”<br />
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“Hey, it was really fucking cold!” I exclaimed defensively.<br />
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Reaching for the door, her laugh turned devious. “Don’t ever interrupt my swim session again, Wilkins.”<br />
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“Don’t act like that’s the only swimming memory you have, Abram!” I called back.<br />
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Like hell I was going to let her have the last word. One glance at my groin, and I knew the skinny dipping story still had the same damn effect that it had back when we were kids.<br />
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Fuck. Getting her back was going to be more of a challenge than I thought, but I’d endure every<br />
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Steph Nuss was born and raised in rural Kansas, where she currently resides with her black Labrador son named Gunner. She grew up with a passion for reading and writing. When she’s not immersed into the land of fiction, she enjoys listening to music that came before her time, watching movies and reruns of her favorite shows, and hanging out with her family and friends. She also has a bachelor’s degree in psychology that she’ll never use…unless she’s profiling her characters of course.</div>
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Notorious celebrity playboy A.J. Morgan has more emotional baggage than notches<br />
on his well-used bedpost, but bleached blonde, silicone-enhanced three-ways and<br />
excess of whiskey are all the therapy he needs.<br />
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Live to indulge, indulge to fill the voids.<br />
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Those are his rules…. until he meets cunning financial analyst-slash- sexy club singer<br />
Lisa Embry, a woman whose heart is surrounded by more barbed wire than a high-<br />
security prison.<br />
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Rules? What rules?<br />
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One lust-filled romp with his female alter-ego turns A.J. into an addict in need of his<br />
next fix and he’ll pay any price for another hit.<br />
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But he soon finds out Lisa has her own rules… ones that can never be broken.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDMZsOUQ1VvmLBiRMplw6ZFFheX9x3dCd1XUOJddysteeHgBiekr8PIVQ6FXqmsEAWZ654S4T7iEuhLYltshMbnoCnIlSG8Oxde0OcgHGGC0RAwtahFKIMNy4pC4I6XfajEjNms-gbBEo/s1600/Cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDMZsOUQ1VvmLBiRMplw6ZFFheX9x3dCd1XUOJddysteeHgBiekr8PIVQ6FXqmsEAWZ654S4T7iEuhLYltshMbnoCnIlSG8Oxde0OcgHGGC0RAwtahFKIMNy4pC4I6XfajEjNms-gbBEo/s320/Cover.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Title</b> : Joint Venture ( Venture #4)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Release Date</b> : 29 August 2016</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Genre</b> : Romance</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Author</b> : Kristen Luciani</span><br />
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Lisa inched closer, swathed in an oversized fleece hoodie. Her eyes had regained their sparkle, though they held the question hanging between them, one he had yet to answer for himself: why the hell am I here right now?<br />
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Somehow, “you’re hot and I’m horny” didn’t cut it. It might have been his canned internal response, but not for her. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t a sex addict. Women were a means to an end… that end temporarily releasing him from the emotional burdens he carried day after day. Sex helped mask the wounds, but it never really healed him. How ironic he’d been sliced open protecting the one who made him want to feel something again. Talk about poetic justice.<br />
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“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Pain shot up his forearm and his head throbbed. Christ, he needed those drugs to kick in fast. Everything hurt, but dammit,he wasn’t about to whine like some pansy ass.<br />
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“I’m fine. Much better than you, from the looks of it.”<br />
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“Yeah, well, I guess you could say I’ve done my civic duty.”<br />
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She smiled, exposing a row of perfectly straight, bright white teeth. They practically glowed. Or maybe that was the oxycontin finally taking effect. “I feel so privileged.”<br />
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A wave of nausea crashed over him. No, no, no… fuck, no. He squeezed his eyes shut until the feeling dissipated. An icy coldness snaked through his extremities, right down to his fingers. No longer were they itching to run through the waves cascading over her shoulders. Flexing them was futile. What the hell? The overhead light danced atop her golden hair. He squinted. It almost looked like a halo. And were those doves floating around her head? Somewhere in his increasingly foggy mind, he registered some kind of faint whistling. Was it the doves? Or was he just fucking insane? Numbness slowly crept over the stitched area and his mind grew cloudier. Christ, how much did Evan give him? No way was this a normal dose.<br />
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A warm hand grazed his arm. “Do you want me to call the doctor? You look a little, um, off.” Her brow furrowed. “How about some water?”<br />
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Four eyes stared back. Did she have a twin? Where had she come from? Mmm, that kind of threesome was right up his alley. “You two are so beautiful, you know that?”<br />
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“Who two?” She gnawed at her fingernail. “Maybe I should get someone. I don’t think—”<br />
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“No, don’t leave. Please. I feel great. I just want to keep looking at you guys, okay?” Voices echoed around him. How many more sisters did she have? And how did they all get into his room? So much for hospital security.<br />
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“Um, sure. You know we’re alone, right? Just you and me?”<br />
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“Yes, and your sisters. Stop biting your nails and hold my hand. The one that’s not sliced up.”<br />
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“Are you always this demanding?”<br />
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“I took a knife for you. So yeah, I think I earned the right.” He let out a deep sigh as their fingers entwined. Soft and warm. His eyelids were so heavy; forcing them to stay open was a near-impossible feat. “You like tattoos, huh?”<br />
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“Tattoos?” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a smirk lifting her lips. “I’m not so sure we’re still on the same wavelength. What kind of painkillers did they give you?”<br />
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“I don’t know, but I can’t feel my legs anymore.”<br />
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“I’m kind of surprised your mouth still works.”<br />
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“Happy to say it’s not the only thing.”<br />
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“And here I was, thinking you weren’t as big a womanizer as the tabloids claim.”<br />
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“They don’t know me.”<br />
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“Does anybody?”<br />
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“No.” He could barely even hear his own voice. It sounded so far away, like he was speaking from deep within a cave. A snicker escaped his mouth. Where did all thecotton come from? “I feel drunk and massively hung over right now.”<br />
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She leaned closer, the scent of her perfume wafting into the air. Recalling his own name was a struggle, but even with his weakened senses, he was acutely aware of her nearness. The sensation of slender fingers smoothing back his hair lulled him to sleep. Her touch was so gentle, like a soft breeze fluttering over his skin. His mind begged him to stay focused but the eyelids drooped in utter betrayal. Even her hands smelled amazing, like flowers and… jelly beans. Warm lips grazed his forehead. He squeezed her hand with the last of his rapidly depleting energy store, struggling to open his eyes one final time. A sea of smiling faces gazed back.<br />
“Promise you’ll visit tomorrow, okay? Bring all your sisters, too.”<br />
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world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion.</div>
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Long before Dani Reed and Micah Landry, there was the story of Deacon and Camille.<br />
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Camille Benoit loved to express herself on canvas and was a dreamer at heart. The small farm she was born and raised on bordered the Landry Plantation, providing her with prime real estate for<br />
daydreaming. Even though she spent a lot of time with her head in the clouds, one thing she was always certain about were her feelings for Deacon. He might’ve been two years older and one of her brother’s best friends, but none of that mattered to Cami.<br />
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Deacon Landry, older brother to Micah, was the local football star. The town might’ve put him on a<br />
pedestal, but he always had his feet firmly planted in the rich Louisiana soil. With all of his skills on and off the field, a good head on his shoulders, and a heart of gold, he was quite the catch, and everyone knew it, especially his long-time best friend, Cami.<br />
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"I know we've done things slowly, but I've loved you since I knew what it meant to love someone."<br />
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He is all her heart has ever known. Her past, present and future. But will the future live up to her dreams?<br />
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Join Jiffy Kate in this second book of the Finding Focus series as they take you back to where it all started.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Genre </b>: Romance</span><br />
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Sitting in front of a half-painted easel in the middle of my little studio with the window shades drawn for the perfect lighting, I stop painting and lay my brush to the side. As I wipe my hands on my smock, I listen closely as a siren from an emergency vehicle draws near.<br />
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Any sort of action is noticed in a town the size of French Settlement. If Ms. Becky burns a cake, the<br />
whole town knows about it. And the day Mr. Johnson’s truck got stuck in the pond, practically every<br />
person was there to witness the fire department getting it unstuck.<br />
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Yes, the fire department, because, generally, they don’t have a lot to keep them busy.<br />
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So, sirens this close to town, especially on a Saturday morning, are a rare thing.<br />
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I watch out the window and listen for a minute or two as the sirens seem to get closer. Unable to curb<br />
my curiosity, I walk from the back of the studio, through the gallery, and out onto the sidewalk.<br />
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No one is around. My SUV is the only vehicle on the street. So, it doesn’t surprise me when the sirens get further away. There must be something going on out on the highway.<br />
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My heart skips a beat because I hate thinking about anyone being in a wreck or anything like that. As I walk back into the gallery, I say a quick prayer for whoever it is. Normally, that’s enough to help me<br />
relax. I always pray when I drive by a wreck or see an ambulance fly by.<br />
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But, as I sit back down at my easel and pick my paint brush back up, my heart still feels like it’s in my throat.<br />
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As I wait for another minute, still hearing sirens off in the distance, I decide to calm my nerves with a call to Annie. Carter is staying out there with her and Sam this morning because my daddy and Kay went into Baton Rouge to buy a new sofa.<br />
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“Hey, honey.” Annie’s voice sounds calm and chipper, so I try to make my stomach take a cue from her.<br />
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“Hey, Annie.”<br />
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“How’s it going this morning? Everything alright?”<br />
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“I was calling to ask you the same,” I say, laughing at my paranoia. Since Carter came into my life, I have a tendency to be a bit over-protective. I now understand why my daddy was always keeping a tight rein on me when I was little. It would kill me when he wouldn’t let me do everything the boys did. But now I get it. I don’t know how I’d feel if Carter had been a girl. Being the mom of a boy is bad enough. It might be worse on some levels because boys can be such little dare devils.<br />
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“Everything is right as rain out here,” she says, with a clang of a pot in the background. “Me and Carter are whippin’ up some banana nut muffins.”<br />
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“Sounds delicious.”<br />
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“We’ll be sure to save you some.”<br />
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“Don’t let Deke eat them all.”<br />
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“You’re in luck. He went into the restaurant to finish up some paperwork.”<br />
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“I thought he was takin’ the day off.”<br />
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“Well, he said if you were gonna be busy all day at the gallery, he might as well get ahead on some<br />
ordering.”<br />
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“Okay,” I say, the nervous ball back in my stomach. “Did Micah go in with him?”<br />
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“No, Micah’s in Baton Rouge this mornin’. He must’ve stayed at the apartment last night.”<br />
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“Okay.”<br />
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“I think these muffins are ready to go in the oven. What do you think, Carter?” I can hear Carter telling her they’re ready. He loves being in the kitchen with Annie. I think he takes after his Uncle Micah in that sense. “Will we see ya for lunch?”<br />
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“Yeah, I should be done by then.”<br />
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After I hang up with Annie, I still can’t get the worry to go away. I think about taking a drive out to the highway just to check things out myself, but that would be silly. I’m not sure what’s going on, but<br />
whatever it is, I doubt they need an extra rubber-necker.<br />
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So instead, I sit back down on my stool and hit send on Deacon’s number, smiling as his handsome face comes up on the screen of my phone.<br />
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“It’s Deacon Landry. Sorry I missed your call. Please leave a message.”<br />
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I pull the phone away from my ear and frown at the screen, hitting end and immediately hitting the<br />
button to call again.<br />
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Voicemail.<br />
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Maybe he left his phone in his truck?<br />
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He does that sometimes.<br />
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Taking a deep breath as I try to stay calm, I begin to pace around the room as I call the restaurant.<br />
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Normally, if Deacon’s doing paperwork, he won’t answer the phone, but if he’s at his desk and sees it’s me, he will.<br />
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After five rings, the long message for Pockets comes over the phone.<br />
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“Thank you for calling Pockets, Home of the Gator Pocket. Our hours are Monday through Thursday,<br />
eleven to eleven. Friday and Saturday, two to two. We’re located on Highway 16. You can’t miss us.<br />
Hope to see you soon!”<br />
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I don’t know why I listen to the entire message. It’s not like Deacon can answer once the voicemail picks<br />
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up.<br />
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Staring at the phone, I hit redial for the restaurant, letting it ring until the message starts over.<br />
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Hang up.<br />
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Redial.<br />
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After three more tries, I call Deacon’s phone again.<br />
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Still no answer.<br />
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I can’t ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach. There’s no way I can paint like this, so I might as well drive out to the restaurant and see for myself. I’m sure everything is fine, and I’ll have wasted fifteen minutes of my day, but I can’t relax until I know he’s okay.<br />
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As I pick up my purse and keys, my phone rings in my hand. I let out a relieved sigh until I see that it’s not Deacon who’s calling.<br />
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“Hello?”<br />
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“Cami.” Sam’s voice comes over the phone, and he sounds worried, which makes my heart beat even<br />
faster, and my knees feel weak. I don’t even need him to tell me something’s wrong. I know it. I can feel it deep in my bones.<br />
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Notorious celebrity playboy A.J. Morgan has more emotional baggage than notches<br />
on his well-used bedpost, but bleached blonde, silicone-enhanced three-ways and<br />
excess of whiskey are all the therapy he needs.<br />
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Live to indulge, indulge to fill the voids.<br />
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Those are his rules…. until he meets cunning financial analyst-slash- sexy club singer<br />
Lisa Embry, a woman whose heart is surrounded by more barbed wire than a high-<br />
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One lust-filled romp with his female alter-ego turns A.J. into an addict in need of his<br />
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But he soon finds out Lisa has her own rules… ones that can never be broken.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Release Date</b> : 29 August 2016</span></div>
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Kristen Luciani is a self-proclaimed momtrepreneur, beauty product junkie, and</div>
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necklines and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy</div>
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drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a</div>
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world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion.</div>
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Why Lie?<br />
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People here think they know me.<br />
They assume things about me because of the way I dress and my tattoos.<br />
I am so much more.<br />
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I thought you saw that.<br />
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So, I let you in.<br />
You made it easy to fall for you.<br />
Turns out I was the only one falling.<br />
I hope you're happy.<br />
No, that's a lie and you're better than I am at telling those.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Title </b>: Why Lie? (Love Riddles #2)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Release Date</b> : 12 September 2016</span></div>
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<b>The first book in a seductive new series from Scott Hildreth, the #1 Amazon bestselling author of BRAWLER and HARD CORPS. </b><br />
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Once, I took down terrorists on the front lines as a marine.</div>
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Now I'm in the business of bad.</div>
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I've sold guns to people others might not approve of.</div>
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I've eliminated the criminals, the lowlifes and the thugs who've tread on my turf.</div>
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And I looked the Sicilian Mafia boss in the eye and told him to f*** off.</div>
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No one tells me no, unless it's their last word.</div>
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I didn't just act the part of bad—I lived it. Then she stumbled into my life.</div>
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I tried to stay away from her. Tried focusing on moving my merchandise. But one smile from Terra was like a shot to the heart.</div>
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She's mine now. And no one threatens what's mine.</div>
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I've seen a lot of terrible things in my life.</div>
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I grew up around lies and deception, and I ran away from all of them.</div>
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Until I met him.</div>
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I knew he was corrupt. I knew he was dangerous.</div>
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I should have stayed away, but my attraction to him, my need for him, overrode my logic.</div>
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Now I love him.</div>
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If he finds out who I am, we're done and I'll be nothing.</div>
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I never wanted to be the Mafia princess they tried to make me, but <i>mia familia</i> had other plans. And what <i>mia familia</i> wants…it gets.</div>
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Only Michael Tripp can save me.</div>
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<i>Tripp and Terra's story continues in Book Two of Mafia Made,The Game Changer.</i><br />
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<b><u><span style="font-size: large;">Our Demons, Best Friends (Half of Me #1)</span></u></b><br />
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Ava and Sebastian are two medical residents who in a perfect world, would really like each other. But both of them are closely watched by their demons. Their baggage is not light - Ava has hers carefully folded in vacuum bags to occupy as little room as possible; Sebastian wears his like a lead armor that makes him slouch sometimes. They like each other, but how are their demons going to get along?<br />
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"Monday morning I woke up to find Miles in the kitchen making pancakes and bacon, with the<br />
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proudest look on his face. I smiled. This boy keeps surprising me.<br />
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“Don’t look at me like that,” he said when he saw me next to the undersized kitchen island. “This is<br />
not going to happen every day, so don’t get your hopes up. I’m doing it because today’s special and I<br />
wanted to say thanks for letting a guy live with you, I guess.”<br />
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“If you say so,” I said as I took a strip of bacon and began chewing on it. Man, the guy can cook. I was still smiling at his innocence. If he thinks he can spoil three girls with limited cooking skills only once and then give up . . . he clearly doesn’t have sisters.<br />
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“I won’t!” he insisted after deciphering the thought behind my smile.<br />
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“OK. . . ,” I said, grinning while still chewing on the bacon. This time, he didn’t fight me; he just rolled his eyes.<br />
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“Oh, my God, Miles! You’re cooking!”<br />
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Emily’s voice is really high in the morning. Is that normal?<br />
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“I, mmm, love, mmm, you!” She was trying to express gratitude with a mouthful of bacon.<br />
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Miles loved the attention, of course. While I was looking at him with my eyebrows slightly elevated,<br />
as if to say, You will not only do this again, but you’ll do it because you want to!, he caught my look<br />
and with an elevated voice, barely keeping a straight face, he said, “I won’t!”<br />
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“OK, calm down, master chef!”<br />
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“Paige, come out of your den and see what Miles did!” Em yelled in the direction of Paige’s room.<br />
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She clearly didn’t have the concept of a quiet morning.<br />
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“Is that what I smell?” Paige had her head in the living room in a second. She was wearing pink bunny PJs. Her choice of outfit was actually the only thing that made sense this morning.<br />
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“I thought the neighbors were cooking. I was dreaming about knocking on their door and asking to<br />
move in.”<br />
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She’s funny in the morning. Probably didn’t have the time to go inside her fortress yet.<br />
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“This is so nice of you!” Emily turned towards a working Miles. “To offer to cook for the girls who<br />
cannot fend for themselves.”<br />
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As Miles was slowly turning her way, probably ready to explain how this was a “one-time thing,” I<br />
started fake-coughing to hide my laughter. Emily and Paige were both eyeing me, so I had to explain<br />
my reaction.<br />
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“He’s under the impression this is going to be a one-time thing,” I said.<br />
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They both started laughing hysterically and gave poor Miles a kiss on the cheek. He liked the attention, so I didn’t feel too bad for him."<br />
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<b><u><span style="font-size: large;">Love Me While I'm Gone (Half of Me #2)</span></u></b><br />
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For a very long time, my biggest accomplishments had nothing to do with what I really wanted. When I decided to give up my mother’s dream and fight for my own, I never imagined choosing one dream could put me on the path of the one I never knew I wanted – meeting him. Collin. He quickly went from a friend to a companion, to soul mate, to heartbreak.<br />
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After he left Chicago, leaving me with nothing more than a text message, I only had one sane choice – to act like he never existed and go on with my life. A ghost can’t break your heart.<br />
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But now he’s back and he’s prepared to prove me otherwise. Is it possible to love someone against your will?<br />
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Prologue<br />
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Emily<br />
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Today the floor was pulled from under my feet. The grip gravity had on me made me feel like the fall<br />
would never end. My body ached from the sudden use of all my muscles at once and my breathing<br />
was coming in fast, shallow breaths. I probably should mention the floor I’m talking about is a<br />
metaphorical one and the reason my body was reacting the way it did, was a guy. A guy I never<br />
thought I’d see again but was somehow staring right at me, his eyes as wide as mine.<br />
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The only one in the elevator was him. Collin. I would say my Collin, but I don’t think he actually ever belonged to me. Not even when the only thing separating us was our breaths combined. No, don’t go there! The way my eyes protested when I tried to blink again made me realize I was staring at him, unblinking, like a creep. For a really long time. Long enough for the elevator to start closing its doors again with me still outside, on the hallway of the hospital I just started working in as an intern. My first day. My first hours, in fact. My first elevator ride. And he’s here. In scrubs. Shit!<br />
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Collin<br />
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I can’t believe I’m in my third year of residency already. The fact that I should actually be in my fourth and final year it’s even more mind-blowing. I can’t bring myself to regret missing that year, not even now. I know it was the right thing to do and I’d probably do it all over again, although I would change one major thing about it. I would give anything to go back in time and find her. Explain. Ask her to wait for me. I still think about having her in my arms. Not one goddamn day passes that I don’t wish for it.<br />
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The elevator doors close behind me as soon as I step inside and I take another deep breath. I need it<br />
every time I think about her. My Em. Every day I enter this hospital decided to ask Em’s sister, Lana,<br />
about her and every day I decide against it all over again. It would kill me to hear she has someone.<br />
Or worse, if she’s engaged or something. What idiot could have her and let her go? I can only think of one…<br />
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Chicken shit as I feel, at least I’m happy in my ignorance. Almost. Not really. Ok, I feel like crap! I’ve been back for more than a year and although I see Lana a few times a week and sometimes even<br />
have lunch together, she never once mentioned her sister. Maybe she finally went to Europe, the<br />
way she always said she would. It kills me not to know, but it could just the same kill me to find out.<br />
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The first pager ping of the year makes me jump. But only internally. I’m a guy, after all. We don’t get<br />
skittish. I take it out of its pocket and check what the emergency is just as the elevator doors open<br />
one more time before dropping me off one floor below. Nobody comes in so I lift my head to see if I<br />
can push the button that closes the doors again. My heart stops in my chest only to start again in the<br />
next second, beating like a maniac. I wonder if that’s how it feels like before having a heart attack.<br />
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Emily’s pupils are suddenly so big, they don’t allow me to see the beautiful deep brown of her eyes. I<br />
know the color is there, but I would’ve liked seeing it. I’ve missed it. I’ve missed her. So much, my<br />
chest aches at the sight of her so close to me. Her mouth opens and closes, but she doesn’t say<br />
anything. I think I’m just as shocked as she is because the doors close and I still can’t zap some sense<br />
into my brain. I never expected to see her again. Not in this hospital. Not in scrubs. She works here<br />
and by the look on her face, she must hate me. She should. I’m a fucking douchebag.<br />
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What happens if you wake up one morning and you don’t recognize the person staring back at you in the mirror? When you throw yourself into a relationship so deeply, it swallows you whole and spits you out a totally different person? A person you don’t particularly like... For Paige, it takes ten minutes to decide she needs to go back to Chicago, the first place she ever called home and the last she felt like herself in. The place where she’ll find a purpose and friends she never knew she needed.<br />
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But what if her best friend starts to see her before she sees herself? Can she trust him to search between scattered pieces and handpick the ones that belong only to her?<br />
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We find the college and the floor we’re supposed to be on just in time. When we get to the second<br />
floor, there are six more people waiting outside the classroom, everyone talking in pairs. The teacher<br />
opens the door and motions for everyone to come inside.<br />
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“Please, take a seat wherever you like,” she says, then goes to the front of the medium-sized room.<br />
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The place looks like a normal classroom, except the desks are individual, taller and made out of<br />
wood, and there is no desk for the teacher. On either side of the room are sculptures, all in different<br />
stages of the process. I want to look at them closer, but everyone is already in their seats. Miles<br />
silently asks me where should we sit and I choose one desk closer to the windows. He follows me and<br />
takes the one next to mine. They’re close enough that we could talk if needed. Or allowed.<br />
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“Hello, everyone, and welcome to Introduction to Sculpting!” the teacher begins. “My name is<br />
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Alexandra, but you can call me Lexi. I’ll be your teacher for the next couple of hours.” Now that I’m<br />
here, I’m actually really excited. I’ve always wanted to try something like this. Art, in general, has<br />
always interested me.<br />
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I turn to Miles and beam at him. He chuckles silently and turns around to pay attention to the<br />
teacher speaking.<br />
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“Since this is your very first class, we should begin with a small introduction of the objects you all<br />
have in front of you.”<br />
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I look at the things on my desk and see a big plastic container full of clay and a few instruments by its<br />
side. Lexi tells us all about the different types of clay and why she chose this particular oil-based one<br />
for our first session, and then she proceeds to explain what the instruments are called and when<br />
should we use them. I find it all so extremely interesting, I barely acknowledge the presence of<br />
anybody else around me. Except Miles. I steal glances his way whenever I hear something particularly fascinating, trying to gauge his reaction to it all. Is he enjoying this as much as I am?<br />
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“Now that you have the basic info, we should get started with the fun part,” Lexi says. She makes us<br />
take a blob of clay the size of our fists from the plastic container in front of us and knead it until it’s<br />
soft and malleable. Meanwhile, she speaks.<br />
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“Let’s talk about the human anatomy for a bit,” she begins.<br />
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“Now this part we should be good at,” Miles leans towards me and says, making me laugh.<br />
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“We do have an advantage here,” I agree, nodding.<br />
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“When I say ‘nose’ or ‘ear,’” Lexi continues, “everyone has an image popping into their heads. There<br />
isn’t any doubt we’re all thinking about the same thing, right? But how much attention do we actually pay to these small body parts? Enough to know every detail, every crease? Enough to be able to sculpt it?”<br />
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Miles and I, as confident as we were a second ago, look at each other wide-eyed.<br />
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“Let’s see. How about we all try to sculpt a nose?” Lexi asks. “I’ll work right by your side.” She takes a seat at one of the desks and starts molding some clay.<br />
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“Hmm.” Miles turns my way. “Whose nose should I make?”<br />
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Everyone has started whispering and giggling while trying to sculpt noses, so I don’t feel the need to remain silent, either.<br />
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“Your own, probably,” I tell him.<br />
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“Yeah, I don’t think so.” He gets up from his desk and moves it a few inches closer to mine. Now our<br />
elbows are touching. He puts an elbow on his workspace, his head resting on his hand, and stares at<br />
me for a good couple of minutes. I try my best to ignore him and mold the clay in front of me in the<br />
shape required, but it’s practically impossible with him staring at me like that.<br />
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“Stop staring at my nose!” I whisper-shout, making him laugh. “I can’t focus!”<br />
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“No, no,” Lexi says, making us both look her way. We didn’t even hear her approaching us. “That’s<br />
good. Look at each other; observe the size, the details.”<br />
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“See?” Miles says. “The teacher says I can stare at you for as long as I want.” He smirks at me and moves even closer.<br />
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This class is doomed to fail, I think to myself.<br />
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Every single part of me is his and every single part of him is mine.</div>
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Emilia Davenport and Oliver Paxton have always had a unique kind of love. It blossomed during</div>
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When someone they trust rips their world apart unexpectedly, both Emmy and Ollie desperately</div>
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A new start at Hudson University is exactly what they need, but new friendships prove to hinder rather than fix. Forever just might not be a part of their equation anymore.</div>
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“I love her, you know. I hate her…but I love her.”<br />
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Amy Vanessa Miller resides in a small and cozy town in the most northern region of New Brunswick,</div>
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Canada, where cold and snow takes over for nearly eight months of the year. She is married to a loving and supportive man whom she’d be lost without; they have one handsome son together.</div>
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Say When is her second published novel.</div>
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He’s arrogant and cruel—a man I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy—and by some twisted turn of fate, he’s my new Olympic gymnastics coach.</div>
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What's left when perfection is gone?</div>
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Perfection slipped through Caroline Spencer's fingers. One moment she had it all,</div>
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and then it was gone. All she has left are her memories, her pain, and her close</div>
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And Mason Ryan was not part of her plan-- wasn't even on her radar. After all, he</div>
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was her husband's best friend. But now that her husband is gone, he's the only</div>
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person who understands her, feels what she feels, and knows her inside and out.</div>
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Together, they try to rearrange the shattered pieces of their pain.</div>
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Sharing their grief pulls them closer together-- closer than either of them want to</div>
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admit and Mason won't allow himself to fall for his best friend's widow. Ultimately,</div>
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he's holding the one secret that will destroy Caroline-- a secret he cannot even bear</div>
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himself.</div>
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Will they find a way to refresh their lives when the pain of the past won't dissolve?</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Release Date</b> : 25 July 2016</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Genre</b>: New Adult, Romance</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Author </b>: S. Moose</span><br />
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"Let me add," she says with a smirk, "sex and Mason are like desserts."<br />
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"What?" I burst out laughing.<br />
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"Now listen to me. Sex and Mason are like desserts. There are many sides of Mason<br />
and sex consists of different positions all of this like dessert. You see a dessert case<br />
and there's everything from fruit tarts to red velvet cake to brownies."<br />
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"I'm getting hungry now, thanks."<br />
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"Oh shut up," Tonya laughs and continues with her ridiculous explanation. "These<br />
two things go hand in hand. So you can take your time and look at these yummy<br />
desserts the way you look at Mason and sex and then when you're ready you'll pick<br />
the best most delicious dessert and boom, you and Mason will be having boom boom<br />
time."<br />
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"I can't even with you." I laugh and wipe my tears from laughing so hard. "You're too<br />
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"Dessert equals Mason and sex. Remember, variety and different tastes!"<br />
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<b><u><span style="font-size: x-large;">About The Author</span></u></b></div>
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S.Moose is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, living in Webster,</div>
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NY with her family, friends, and shorkie, Charlie.</div>
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A 2011 St. John Fisher graduate, S.Moose loves to read and write. She enjoys getting</div>
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lost in the fictional world and creating a place where readers can fall in love and</div>
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swoon over the cute boys she brings to life. When she isn't in her room in front of</div>
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her computer or a book, she is with her family and friends being silly and enjoying</div>
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life. She's romantic at heart and loves anything with a happily ever after.</div>
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