Release Day : Chasing Destiny

Everything happens for a reason.

Kristin…

College, a breakup, and a friendship.

Doesn’t sound bad at all until you put all three of those together and you come out with the most life

changing news of my life.

If what started off as an innocent, fun night caused me to lose the one person I wanted more than

anything, I didn't know how I would ever get past it.

Carson…

I’d had my heart torn out and stomped on once before, and I vowed to never let it happen again.

But…

Enter Kristin. Fun, beautiful, full of life Kristin. I never expected a friendship with her, and I definitely didn’t expect her to completely change my life.

If I couldn't get past her mistake and learn to live with its outcome, then I would lose everything, and I didn't know if I could live with that.

Title : Chasing Destiny (Chasing #3)

Release Date : 11 July 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : J.D. Rivera
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EXCERPT & TEASER

“Did you just buy this?” I asked, bringing my attention back to the bike.

“No. I bought it the summer after I graduated high school.” He turned and looked at it. “I worked my ass off working for my dad as much as I possibly could to pay for it. They bought my old SUV, but I had to work for the bike.”

“What does your dad do?” Why had he never told me about his bike, and why do I not know what his
dad does? We talk about everything.

“He’s an accountant.” He leaned his head back to look at the starry sky. “And I’m pretty sure I mentioned I have a bike before.”

“I guess it just never clicked that it was like a real motorcycle.”

He glanced over at me, his brows pulled in. “You thought I was talking about a bicycle? You thought I rode around town picking up girls on a bicycle?”

About The Author

J.D. Rivera lives in Oklahoma with her husband and two boys. Her life consists of school projects,

homework, cartoon shows, and little league sports. She loves Diet Mountain Dew, the OKC Thunder,

costume jewelry, the beach, and reading.

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Release Day : Beneath Broken

He’s a clean-cut cop who loves a good challenge.

She’s a smart executive with no interest in falling in love.

It won’t take long for the flames of desire to scorch them both, forcing them to either

douse the blaze, or succumb to the fire.

MASON

I don’t give up easily. My personality and training taught me that failure is not an

option, and getting the attention of the beautiful executive president Harper Mathis

is going to be my biggest challenge yet. But first I’ve got to find out why she’s so

withdrawn. A woman that stunning must have secrets and I’m going to find out

what’s hiding behind those baby blue eyes of hers. She’ll quickly see how much I

love a good game of chase.

HARPER

I’ve gone through hell and am not ashamed to admit that I’m broken. Damaged

goods. Used up and empty. I want nothing to do with men or love, especially not a

cop and a veteran – one who puts his life in danger every day. I’ve been there, done

that, and my heart has no interest in someone like Detective Mason Oliver. Even if

he's the hottest thing I’ve laid eyes on in a very long time. I get the feeling Mason

always gets what he wants, though. Well, he hasn’t seen my stubborn side.

Title : Beneath Broken (Imperfect Heroes #2)
Release Date : 5 July 2016
Genre : Romance, New Adult
Author : C.J. Pinard
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Harper

I had to tell myself to breathe. To inhale and exhale. To pull in air in order to keep living. The minute Detective Oliver left my office, I scrubbed my hands over my face and smoothed the few stray hairs back into my sleek ponytail. I shook my head and laughed. Someone that hot should not be a cop. He looked like he should have been an underwear model or some kind of movie star.

I swallowed hard and smiled a little to myself. This was a ridiculous notion, being so attracted to someone who was obviously not attracted to me, but just doing his job by interviewing me. Yet, he looked familiar to me somehow. I could swear I had seen his dark hair and alluring hazel eyes somewhere before. He had a small smear of dark, sexy stubble on his chin, and the olive colored dress shirt he wore not only matched his name, but made his eyes gravitate toward the green side of hazel instead of brown. His colleague, Detective Jenkins, had been checking me out – I wasn’t stupid and these things rarely went unnoticed by me, but Jenkins wasn’t someone I would have ever taken interest in. He seemed a little overconfident and flirtatious, and the gleaming silver wedding band on his left hand was not overlooked by me.

But Detective Oliver – he radiated a heat and confidence that woke me up a little.
This dead and desperate depression I’d been wallowing in for over a year had taken its toll on me. Between the under-eye bags and weight loss, I had little confidence that someone of his hotness and caliber would be remotely interested in me.

I bit back a smile as I thought about how proud my best friend would be of me for even having these thoughts. Today was Friday, and work emergency or not, I knew she’d be dragging me out to God knew where, as I had promised her I wouldn’t be spending another Friday night with a tub of Mint Chocolate Chip and reality TV.

I had to shake off the look of Mr. Oliver’s eyes and the way his dress shirt clung to his muscled arms and get back to work. Aside from the mountain of paperwork and endless emails, I now had to deal with police reports and insurance claims, and that was something that I needed a clear head and a no-nonsense attitude for. There was no time for lusty thoughts or lip-biting over a super-hot detective who probably had forgotten about me the minute he had stepped out through my shattered front door.

About The Author

I'm a California girl living in land-locked Colorado. Lover of red wine, wearer of

fabulous shoes, and a die-hard Niner fan, I'm also an editor at heart. I've written

over a dozen books and short stories that contain both contemporary/new adult

and paranormal romance that are a little bit badass, a little heart-wrenching, and

sorta funny (to me, anyway). Almost all my books usually contain law enforcement

or military undertones, since strong, brave, alpha men and women are my

weaknesses. When I'm not writing, I can be found working at a very strange day job,

which may or may not have some mild influences on my gripping stories - so

strange, in fact, I think I'll write a book about it one day. 

I'm also a proud member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA).

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Release Day : To Hate Adam Connor

So you may ask, who is Adam Connor? He is the recently divorced, Academy Award-winning actor who just moved in next door with his kid. He also happens to be an exquisite male specimen and the most infuriating sly bastard I’ve ever come across.

Let’s be honest here, wouldn’t you wanna take a peek over the wall to catch a glimpse of him, hopefully when he is naked? Wouldn’t you melt away after watching him work out as his five-year- old kid cheered him on? Do I even have to mention those abs, the big bulge in his pants, or that arm porn? Oh, wait, you would never spy on him? Sure…

While I was being thoughtful by not breaking and entering and was actually considering going over to offer him a shoulder—or maybe a boob or two—to cry on (y’know, because of his divorce), instead he had me thrown in jail after a small incident. Jail, people! He was supposed to grant me countless orgasms as a thank you, not a jail cell.

After that day, I was mentally plotting ways to strangle him instead of jumping his bones to make sweet love. So what if my body did more than just shiver when he whispered dirty little things in my ear? I can’t be held responsible for that. And when was the last time he’d kissed anyone anyway? Who’d enjoy a kiss with a side of heart attack?

Even if he and his son were the best things since sliced bread—and I’m not saying he was—I couldn’t fall for him. No matter what promises he whispered on my skin, my curse wouldn’t let us be. I wasn’t a damsel in distress—I could save myself, thank you very much—but deep inside, I still hoped Adam Connor would be the hero of my story.

Title : To Hate Adam Connor
Release Date : 9 June 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : Ella Maise
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“What is this?” he asked as his hand smoothed his wet T-shirt. He lifted his hand and shook off some of the water. We’d gotten him good. My eyes followed his hand because, oh Lord, I could see the outline of his abs and those pecs…Jesus. What a glorious view. He took a step forward, and I took a step back.

“Don’t come any closer.” I raised the gun.

He stopped, the expression on his face making my lady parts purr. Those eyes…goddamnit, those eyes!

“We’re cheering Aiden up,” I explained as I backed away from him since it didn’t look like he intended to stop.

“We? Looks to me like I’m the one doing all the work.”

“Well, you are the one who made him sad after all. It’s just a little water, Mr. Hotshot Movie Star, you
won’t melt away.”

“I think you will—”

I didn’t let him finish and blasted him with more water, right on his crotch.

He stopped speaking and looked down at his now wet pants. When he glanced up at me with a raised
eyebrow, I braced the gun at my hip and shrugged.

“Run, Lucy. Run for your life,” he murmured and then lunged at me. I saw him throw away his gun and before he could get to me, I turned around and ran.

“Incoming!” I yelled, letting Aiden know his dad was coming out. Another blast of water hit Adam’s face just before he could catch me. His fingers touched my arm, but with my ninja skills, I squealed and managed to slip away from him and the tingles his hand caused every freaking time he touched me.

Since my gun was empty, I reached for the fifth gun we’d hidden in the backyard and hit Adam from the other side.

Adam advanced toward Aiden, and he jumped up and ran away, laughing and screaming.

“Daddy, you can’t catch us!”

“Oh, trust me, I will.”

“You’re all wet now! We got you!”

“When I get my hands on you two, you’ll be singing a different tune.”

Adam pretended to catch Aiden, but then let him skirt away from him.

“You’re not catching Lucy! Catch Lucy!” Aiden screamed as he eyed his father to guess which way he’d run next.

“Hey now!” I yelled, but it was too late, my water gun jammed—the stupid thing. Before I could figureout what was wrong with it and fix it quickly, Adam quickened his steps and almost caught me.

Dropping the gun, I twisted away from him, but I was too slow. His arm sneaked around my waist, and he caught me just as I’d started running away. His chest cushioned my fall and I grunted with the force he drew me to himself. He circled his arms around me and whispered into my ear.

“Thank you for making him laugh, Lucy. But…”

I didn’t melt, nor did my heart quicken. Not at all. Zilch. I didn’t like him very much after all.

“I’m afraid I have to take you down. Aiden!” he shouted, and Aiden appeared in front of us, holding his weapon high.

“Aiden! Man down! Help me, little human!” I shouted.

“Let her go, Daddy!”

“Come and get her if you want her so much,” Adam replied, and his arms gave me a light squeeze as he leaned down and secretly pressed his lips against my neck.

The son of a bitch!

“I’ll save you, Lucy!”

Feeling free, safe, and happy, I dropped my head back on Adam’s shoulder and our eyes met. The smile that was stretching my lips slowly disappeared when I saw the look in his eyes.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit!

“You can’t look at me like that,” I whispered as he slowly backed us up. Despite all the cold water I’d
shot at him, his body was surprisingly warm against my back. And firm. And mouthwatering. And heart- quickening.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not supposed to like you.”

The smile he gave me was soft and then suddenly his fingers were laced with mine against my chest.

“But I like you very much, Lucy.”

And just like that, before I could curse him, there was cold water all over my face.

“Aiden!” I sputtered as Adam’s chest shook with laughter.

“I’m shooting at him, Lucy! You’re in my way!”

“Aim at his face!” I yelled back.

“He got you!”

“He is right,” Adam repeated his son’s words. “I think I got you.”

“Think again,” I muttered and gave him a pitiful push with my elbow. And then another. I was pretty
sure I hurt myself more than I did him. Pathetic, I know…

He pulled me and we were falling back, and darn it, but I was still in his arms and couldn’t find it in me to complain.

We fell back into the pool with a big splash, and Adam let go of me. I swam back to the surface and
gasped for air. As soon as Adam’s head was above the water, Aiden started spraying him with more
water. I joined his son and splashed him as much as I could.

Adam lifted his arm and wiped the water off his eyes. After a mock growl, he yelled, “I’m coming for you, Aiden.”

I looked behind me to see Aiden squealing and running back inside the house. It was a good thing he’d remained fairly dry; I would’ve bet the hardwood floors and all those soft carpets had cost Adam some good money. When I turned my head back and saw Adam slowly swimming toward me, I panicked and tried my best to get away from him until my back hit the edge of the pool.

Adam dropped a little under water until all I could see were those glittering green eyes. Then before I
could control my heavy breathing and give my heart a good shake so it could get itself together, he was on me. His arms held on to the edge and trapped me in between his body and the tiled wall of the pool.

“First, you,” he said and my eyes dropped to his mouth. He wasn’t breathing as hard as I was, but he didn’t look all that calm either. “You have anything to say? Maybe an apology so I’ll take it easier on you?” he asked and my eyes jumped up to his.

“Why would I apologize?”

“For ambushing me.”

I tilted my head and tapped at my lips a few times with my index finger. “Nope.”

“Good.”

And just like that his lips were on mine. I grunted and tried to push his chest off me, but then his hands grabbed one of mine from between us and laced our fingers again.

Damn him.

Damn him and his skillful tongue that had just pushed its way into my mouth.

About The Author

I’m an avid reader. Therefore, a big dreamer. I love nothing more than to escape real life to find those

very few magical moments in a book. I love how it has the power of stealing your worries away, putting a smile on your face, and of course sometimes making you crush on fictional characters. If I can manage to do even one of those things for a reader, I will be a happy writer.

Publishing my debut novel, I’m Yours is the scariest thing I’ve probably ever done before. However, it is also by far the most exciting thing. I can only hope to become a better writer with each new book.

My beautiful girl (A Golden Retriever) is my sunshine all year around, but I still prefer Fall over any other seasons. Danishes, In&Out Burger, Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream, and Peanut Butter M&M’s will always stay as my guilty pleasures, and they can also double as bribes!

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Release Day : False Illusions

Madison had it all; the wealth, the amazing condo and engaged to the boxing Heavy 

Weight Champion of the world. 

But in reality all she had was loneliness.

Until he showed up.

Yoel’s plan was bulletproof.

Get in and get out, win the title. 

He did his homework but not well enough.

He wasn’t prepared for her.

One night changes everything.

One lie blurs the lines.

When the lust and smoke clears will everything just be a false illusion 

Or will it be the biggest fight of all?

Title : False Illusions (False #1)
Release Date : 25 April 2016
Genre : Romance 
Author : A. Cramton
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I draw my eyebrows confused. “I thought that’s how this was working, we have sex-“

“We fuck, Madison. But then you go and start asking me to hold you, asking about my day. My job.” He cuts me off. “You can’t make the rules and then not follow them, but go missing for days.” He pauses taking a breath. “You can show up whenever you want to get fucked and I’m supposed be here waiting? But yet when I call you I get no reply.”

Okay, he was definitely upset. We sit in silence for what feel like forever. I don’t know what to say because, let’s face it, he’s right.

“I’m sorry,” I manage to say.

He doesn’t reply right away, instead he stands up and grabs my chin between his fingers.

“I want you naked. Now.” His tone is hard.

About The Author

A. Cramton is a wife, and mother who was born, raised, and is still a resident of 

Sunny, San Diego, California. When A is not working a fulltime job and attending to 

her son and husband, she loves to indulge in a juicy romance novel. A is a hopeless 

romantic who is in love with love, and has a guilty pleasure for celebrity gossip. 

After being a part of Naughty Smutty Book Blog, and reviewing multiple love stories, 

A decided to pursue her own dreams of being a published author.

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Release Day : Tutus & Cowboy Boots + Giveaway

After an eventful Christmas break, Cadence Lewis is shaken to the core.  The life she

lived in New York no longer makes sense. Faced with so many questions she runs to

the only person who has ever listened to her. Now she has to decide how to say

goodbye to the past, discover herself, and embrace a future in a life she never

wanted.  Will Cadence be able to overcome the path she’s been given or will she take

the easy way out?

Title : Tutus & Cowboy Boots (Part Two)
Release Date : 8 April 106
Genre : Romance
Author : Casey Peeler
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“Where are we going?” she asks.

“Oh, just to a little place I thought you might like,” I say quietly, as I turn onto the dirt road.

“Barrick Carpenter is this our spot?”

“If you want it to be.”

I park the truck and tell Cadence to wait while I grab a blanket and my jacket from the extended cab. Once I have the tailgate down and the blanket laid out. I walk around to the passenger side and help Cadence out. I lead her to the back and place my hands on her waist to lift her up onto the tailgate.

“Here’s another blanket in case you’re cold,” I say as I take a seat next to her.

“Did you know you were going to bring me out here tonight?” she asks with a slight grin.

“Maybe,” I say as I nudge her shoulder and the sweetest laugh escapes.

I take her hand as we lie back on the blanket and stare at the stars while we take in the peacefulness around us.

Cadence speaks up.  “You know how everyone makes a New Year’s resolution?”  I nod in agreement.  “Well, I don’t want to make a resolution because I never follow through with them.  I want a genie to grant me a wish instead.”

“I don’t know a genie, but I know the next best thing,” I say as I look into the perfect Southern sky, and see a shooting star.

“Oh, my gosh, was that a shooting star?” she asks.

“Yep! Ever wished on one?”  She shakes her head no. I guess it’s hard to see a
shooting start in the city with all the street lamps. “Now might be a good time.”

She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and then opens them again.  Just then, the
big man upstairs sends her a shooting star.

About The Author

Casey Peeler grew up in North Carolina and still lives there with her husband and daughter.

Growing up Casey wasn't an avid reader or writer, but after reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston during her senior year of high school, and multiple Nicholas Sparks' novels, she found a hidden love and appreciation for reading.  That love ignited the passion for writing several years later, and her writing style combines real life scenarios with morals and values teenagers need in their daily lives.

When Casey isn't writing, you can find her near a body of water listening to country music with a cold beverage and a great book.

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Release Day : Soulless

Our love is imperfect in the most perfect way. It is love done our way. Raw.

Unconventional. Sexy as hell. Most importantly, it is honest to the core, or so I think. 

One little, white lie shouldn't do so much damage. Yet, it changes me forever.

The worst part is that Declan whispered that sweet nothing out of protection. My 

safety is on the forefront of his mind, especially since there are others who’d hurt 

me simply to get at him. I never think that he would be the one to cut me so deeply. 

And it all starts with that first prick—the night he saved my life.

Title : Soulless
Release Date : 23 February 2016
Genre : Romance, Paranormal
Author : Sarah J. Pepper
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His perilous stare deepened as his grip fastened around my waist. The maniacal thoughts passing over his eyes confirmed that I wasn’t the only one who wanted all the space between us eliminated.

I

could hardly breathe when his gaze fell to my lips. It left me speechless. It was the very way a passing glance could leave you without words. But Declan didn’t just take a glimpse. No, he unapologetically looked me over. He

loved

me, but didn’t say them in so many words. Yet, I heard them all the same. I heard them with each moan that echoed in the air. I felt them as he held me gently in his arms. Even if I didn’t feel the desire radiating off of him in a fury of passion, he bore that intensity in his gaze. The world around us melted away until there was on me and

him.

About The Author

Sarah J. Pepper specializes in dark, paranormal romance - think "happy ever after" 

but with a twisted, dark chocolate center. Real-life romance isn't only filled with 

hugs, kisses, bunnies, and rainbows. True-love can be more thoroughly described in 

times of darkness and tribulation. It's in those harsh moments where you see what a 

person is truly capable of - both the good and bad. Sometimes prince-charming isn't 

always on time, and the glass slipper is a little snug. However, it doesn't mean 

Charming is not Mr. Right, and who says every shoe is the perfect fit? Get a glimpse 

inside her head at www.sarahjpepper.com

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Release Day : I Pick You

When I left Nashville, Tennessee, I knew deep in my heart I wouldn't be back. I knew

I would never be heard on every country music station around the world, and I 

would never step foot on the Grand Ole Opry stage. Cold hard guilt and 

responsibilities that I didn't want forced me on a different path.

Me being responsible for an eighteen-month-old was a horrible idea. Me being a 

second grade teacher in a catholic school was plain ludicrous.

Life sucked, love hurt, and I didn't know who to pick.

Title : I Pick You
Release Date : 23 February 2016
Genre : Romance 
Author : Jettie Woodruff
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Kit held up the blue book with white stickers, spelling out The Bay Bible. “This book will tell you any and everything you would need to know, right down to a mosquito bite.”

I blew out a puff of air, cocky air. “I’m pretty sure I can handle a mosquito bite. I didn’t need a tab for that one. I’m not stupid, just not made for this daddy stuff.”

“What you put on your mosquito bite isn’t the same as hers. You have to be careful with all those chemicals. A little bit of baking soda and water does the same thing.”

“Oh, okay, yeah, that makes sense,” I admitted while I stepped off my pedestal, accepting defeat, the thought of my grandma using that same home remedy crossing my mind. Nope, didn’t know how to do this, and I didn’t want to. I was doomed, she was doomed, and this was a horrible idea.

“You’re going to be fine.”

That wasn’t what I was worried about. Not fully. “And what about the girl? You’re trusting someone who has never been around little kids. Ever.”

“I’m trusting her with her dad, and stop calling her the girl. Her name is Bay.”

“Yeah, I know. Why you would name a child, Bay is beyond me. Especially when your last name is Berry.”

“Hey, I gave her your name. I could have given her mine.”

“Whatever, it’s still a stupid name. How much time do I have, Kit? I have to pack up this place, get a job and get out of the city.”

Kit frowned while her head did this little jerking thing. Like I had just slapped her across her face. “You’re leaving Nashville?”

“I know you’ve only seen the ceiling of my apartment, but I’m sure you noticed the size? Where’s she going to play? Where is she going to sleep? And, what? Am I just going to make her a bed in my guitar case while I perform on the streets until two in the morning? Of course, I’m leaving Nashville.”

“I remember your apartment, idiot, but where would you go?”

“Idit,” the tiny little voice said from the bed.

Kit laughed and scolded her with a lighthearted tone. “You can’t say that.”

“I don’t know yet. I just sent out a resume right before I called. I’ll let you know when I know.”

“But what kind of job? I mean what can you do besides sing?”

I shook my head a little with that one, deciding not to tell the dumb twit. Not because I wasn’t proud of the degree I had gotten as a backup plan. It was more because she didn’t think I was capable of such an accomplishment. She didn’t know shit about me, and it pissed me off that she was so quick to judge. “Oh, I don’t know, Kit. I bet I could mow lawns, or maybe change some oil or something.”

Kit’s frown never changed and she continued to start each sentence with, but. “But where would you go? I thought you would stay close to your family. You know, so they can help with Bay.”

I did the frowning that time. “See, this is why this is wrong on so many levels. You don’t know me any more than I know you. My family lives in Michigan. Not Nashville. I came here right after high school.

“But I met your sister.”

“Bridgett, yes. She just so happened to be visiting that weekend. She doesn’t live here. She’s a social worker back home. Not here.”

I could almost see the air being exhaled as Kit’s eyebrows sank with both her shoulders. She looked back at Bay, dumping raisins onto the bed, and back to me.

“This changes things.”

“It does?” I questioned, wheels spinning like crazy in my head while I tried to contain the excitement.

“Yeah, I mean I was already having an issue with how immature you are, but moving her from place to place with no family. Yeah, I don’t know.”

Normally the immature remark would have pissed me off, but honestly, it was sort of true. Although in my defense, I had nothing to be mature about. It sounds selfish now, but at the time, I didn’t really think about Bay being my responsibility. My duty to my daughter consisted of six hundred dollars set up to automatically deposit into Kit’s bank account on the first day of every month. At least, I wouldn’t have to send that anymore. Surely a baby didn’t cost that much.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine. I’m not going to move her from place to place. Why do you think I need to know how much time I have until you fly halfway across the world?”

“You have no idea how much I want this, Brantley. It took me months to ask you. I wouldn’t even consider it if it wasn’t you.”

I didn’t understand that at all. “Why? I’ve never even been in her life.”

“Because nobody but you will love her like I do.”

I didn’t touch that one either. How could she say that, knowing we didn’t even know each other? “When do you leave?”

“Six weeks,” Kit replied in a faraway tone. Her head turned back to Bay and a smile took over her entire face.

That didn’t give me much time, but it wasn’t like she hadn’t asked six months before.

That’s just how long it took for her to talk me into it, begging and pleading until I finally caved. And I still wasn’t one hundred percent convinced. My eyes moved past Kit to Bay, throwing both hands into the air, calling out some incoherent chant, raisins scattered all around her. “I’ve never changed a diaper.”

“She’s doing great on the potty. If you’re lucky, I can have her out of diapers before you get her. There is one thing, Brantley.”

“Here it comes. What?”

“I want her back. You have to sign something promising to give her back. You can see her and get her on weekends, but you can’t keep her. I’m getting her back.”

That wouldn’t be a problem. “Sure, whatever. I’ll call you in a few days.”

“Thank you so much, Brantley.”

“Yeah, yeah. See ya.”

I closed my laptop, seeing my guitar case propped in the corner. My sad guitar. The one that I would retire for an eighteen-month-old. What the hell was I doing?

About The Author

Jettie Woodruff is a lifelong writer, living in a pretend world since she was a little 

girl. Jettie spent hours filling pages of spiral notebooks with a number two pencil 

and a wild imagination. Her very first story was a scifi of all things.go ah

Jettie writes more along the lines of erotica now. She likes to keep her readers on 

edge, and deliver a story that will pull out every emotion possible. Writing on the 

edge of taboo and dark, Jettie hopes to distribute an adventure you'll not soon 

forget.

Married for twenty five years, raising two boys and one girl has left lots of writing 

material. She has recently become a grandma to not one, but two of the most 

beautiful little girls on planet earth.

Jettie also hates doing this bio. That's all you get. She loves to read and write. What 

else is there? <3

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