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Distant Memory
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: “You should go.” The words were husky. Uttered from a woman who was struggling to maintain her composure. Skin that was normally effused with sunshine was pulled taut across high cheekbones making the shadows below her eyes more prevalent. He considered her warning. Seriously considered it. “I should,” he hedged. “But I won’t.” Solemn eyes rose to meet his. “For God’s sake, why? You don’t need this. It was a big mistake to come down here. I was a fool to encourage you.” Setting aside any reservations he might have, he couldn’t stand to see her fighting to hold herself together. Someone was tormenting this woman and it ticked him off. “Look,” he set the note down, watching her eyes follow the motion. “I could point out that it’s not just about you. Whatever is going on, whatever these warnings are–they clearly deal with the house I’m living in. Everything that has happened to you happened directly after visiting my home. That makes it personal for me.” He paused. “Yeah, there’s that–or–” deep breath, “–I could admit that for the first time in three years I’ve met someone I’d like to know more about–that I’d like to spend time with.” A shrug that didn’t come easily hefted his shoulders. “And you’re right. I have to decide if my desire to spend time with you is strong enough to deal with these threats–this stalking that you’ve been subjected to. Do I really want that sort of conflict in my very quiet, very private life?” Hollie’s face pinched in pain and she looked away from him. “I guess I know the answer to that.” “Do you?”
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Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- Only 99¢ for a limited time! -- EXCERPT: I look up, greeted by smiling green eyes coming my way. A smile slips across my mouth. He’s sexy as hell. “I take it you lost?” “I did.” Nix sits down across from me in the chair Jaggs just evacuated. “On purpose.” He winks. “Okay, that’s my cue.” Harley grabs her glass and makes her way over to Jaggs and Token. I laugh, turning my attention back to Nix. “You intended to lose?” “That’s right.” He takes a swig of his beer, eyes still fixed on me since the walk over to the table. “You’re the first guy I know who’s ever been proud of losing.” Holding his beer in the air, nearly to his mouth, he squints his eyes at me. “Did I lose?” He finishes the rest of his beer and sets it on the table. “The way I see it, that loss brought me to the prettiest girl in the room.” “Prettiest?” I smirk. Yeah, he’s a flirt. “Smartest, nicest, and the only one I see worth flirting with.” His eyes move to my mouth. “Right now,” I confirm, watching his little grin twitch. “Yes. What’s wrong with that? Are you looking for more? ’Cause, sweetheart, we can certainly discuss it. I’m game.” His eyes shift to mine. “But I thought you were all about getting naked in bed without getting our hearts involved.” “I never said that.” “Yeah, because I didn’t give you the opportunity to complete your sentence. If I recall correctly, you chose to go into your bedroom and let me make you forget about tomorrow.” He lounges back into the barstool. “So would you like to talk about it now?” His sexy grin grows into a naughty smile, and he’s still got me in his sights, not letting go, patiently waiting for a response. Shit! “Talk about what?” I feign ignorance as I work my fingers along the stem of my wine glass again. Why didn’t I just keep my mouth closed … and my legs. That’s what got me into this situation in the first place. “Our hearts,” he says without batting an eye. “Would you like to discuss if you want to get our hearts involved?” “Ahh …” Dammit! How does he say it so easily? We’re not talking about what movie to go see or where to eat; we’re talking about getting into a relationship. “I … ah,” I take the last sip of my wine. “Yes?” His eyebrow lifts as he rests his muscular forearms on the table and leans in toward me. “Yes?” I grimace. “Yes, you want to talk about it, or yes, you want to get them involved?” “Do I have to make a decision right this minute?” “No. Not at all. We can continue being friends and see where this goes, but just to be clear, there will be no me making you forget about tomorrow until you do decide.” “What? Why not?” “’Cause while you’re not sure of what you want, I am perfectly clear about what I want. I want you, Payton Tucker, and not just in my bed. I’d like to have you in here too.” He taps his chest over his heart.
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Rest in Pieces
-- EXCERPT: Maverick pointed his finger right in my face. “I’m watching you, Barbie,” he spat my name like a curse. “If you try to steal from them, you’ll be out the door so goddamn fast, you’ll have burns on your ass from being kicked to the curb.” “For your information, Maverick,” I said, using the same tone he’d used with my name, “I’m not here to find a new fucking family. I’m here because the government put me here. Comprende, dumbass? As a minor, I don’t have much of a fucking choice.” “Choice or not.” He shook his head and fixed me with an outright glare. “You will not fuck with me. You will not fuck with my parents. You will stay the hell out of my way and out of my fucking business. Do you comprende?” “Duly noted,” I replied dryly. “And since we’re on the topic of discussion, let’s make a deal—you and I.” Before he could agree or not on any sort of deal, I continued. “You stay out of my fucking way and I won’t kick your ass. And trust me, pretty boy, I may look smaller than you, but I would have you begging in a matter of seconds. If you don’t like me now, wait until I unleash my inner bitch. Therefore, if you wish to remain breathing, I suggest you back off,” I growled. “And in case you can’t understand that, understand this”—I stopped and leaned forward, moving into his space until I could smell a hint of his spicy cologne—“thou shalt not try me. Do so at your own peril.” He eyed me with no small amount of cold-blooded hatred. I didn’t give much of a shit. I moved back once more and jerked the door handle. “Now unlock the fucking door, Deputy Maverick, or you’ll see just what my inner bitch can do.”
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PHANTOM AUDITIONSIMON DILLON* Psychological Thriller *
Title: Phantom Audition
Author: Simon Dillon Publisher: Dragon Soul Press Pages: 300 Genre: Psychological Thriller
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Mia sighed. None of this was really news to her, and after reading a few similarly unremarkable entries, she was tempted to ignore the rest of the journal. All this was doing was make her miss Steven more than ever. However, she caught sight of Etta’s name at the beginning of the next entry and her interest was piqued once more.
Etta made a quite singular suggestion today regarding Bingley that she is
convinced will land me that long overdue Oscar. I am a little apprehensive about what she is asking, but also quite exhilarated at the prospect. Etta has never been wrong before, and even though certain aspects of what she is asking worries me, I think I will take the leap. Perhaps it will all prove
ridiculous, and much ado about nothing.
The next entry was brief, and equally cryptic.
It’s happening with Etta today. Very nervous.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
The spirit of Simon Dillon took human form in 1975, in accordance with The Prophecy. He kept a low profile during his formative years, living the first twenty or so of them in Oxford, before attending University in Southampton, and shortly afterwards hiding undercover in a television job. In the intervening years, he honed his writing skills and has now been unleashed on the world, deploying various short stories and novels to deliberately and ruthlessly entertain his readers. He presently lives in the South-West of England with his wife and two children, busily brainwashing the latter with the books he loved growing up.
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It Was Always You
-- Only 99¢ for a limited time! -- EXCERPT: “Man, did you hear anything I said?” Elliott waved, snapping me out of my memory. “What?” I must have looked like an idiot. Here I was, sitting across from her brother, remembering the last night I was with his sister. Thank God he couldn’t see below the table; my painful erection was straining against my jeans. “She arrives tomorrow,” he repeated. I shifted in my seat, doing my best to readjust myself. I nodded to the bartender for another round as I took a long swig, emptying my beer. It was going to be a long night. “Aren’t you working for me tomorrow?” I asked. “Yes.” He hesitated. “Parker, I have a huge favor to ask.” He was crazy if he thought I would pick her up. There was no way I could do that. I wasn’t ready to see her. “I hate to ask, but would you be able to pick her up for me and bring her to this address? I’ll be done with work at four but won’t be able to get there for two.” He scratched out an address on a napkin and passed it over to me. “I don’t want her to have to take a cab from the airport.” I frowned as I looked down at the address he had written. It was about a block from my place. What the hell! It had taken me the last eight years to even think about dating seriously again. The past few years had been nothing but one-night stands, and I was growing tired of it now. I wanted more—I needed more—and now the girl I had never gotten over would be living less than a five-minute drive from my place. I took in a deep breath. I must have lost my mind. “What time?” “Her flight lands at two. Gate B4,” Elliott informed. I placed the napkin in my pocket and ordered us some food. “I’ll be back. Gonna hit the bathroom.” Standing outside the washroom, I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. Opening my contacts, I pulled Tatum’s information up on my screen. I wanted to text her. Hell, I had wanted to text her every time I got drunk. Every time I was lonely and horny, and pretty much every day for the last eight fucking years. My finger hovered over the text icon for what seemed like hours, but I decided against it. I slid my phone back into my pocket and went back out to drown my sorrows in more beer.
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Write Now Literary is pleased to be organizing a book tour for 26 Ways to Inspire Yourself by Sonia Nwajei. The tour will run November 18- December 18, 2019. Book your own tour here.
Genre: Self Help/Non-Fiction
ASIN: B07DZS4JQF
MEET SONIA
She is currently working to publish her first fiction, a murder mystery. Which she hopes will captivate lovers of fiction/detective novellas.
Sonia lives in Brisbane, Australia.
26 Ways To Inspire Yourself - is a powerful self-help book, written with the sole purpose to motivate readers with ideas that'll enable them make positive changes in their lives. The book is packed full of insightful and encouraging messages for those seeking to improve themselves, rebuild their lives and achieve set goals. It's your ultimate self-guide to a Better New You. Get it now.
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Chapter 9-Letter I-Inspiration:
Inspiration leads us to a course of action that tends to showcase a different and more creative side of us that people may not have noticed before.
Chapter 10 -Letter J-Jealousy:
Jealousy is an unpleasant feeling of low self-esteem mixed with insatiable desire to acquire the same material possessions as some else.
Chapter 13-Letter M-Mother:
Every child feels safe and happy when their mother is around. Every child craves the affections and support of their mother. Even adults run to their mothers when they experience difficulties in life.
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HER LAST WHISPERJENNIFER CHASE* Crime Thriller*
Title: HER LAST WHISPER
Author: Jennifer Chase Publisher: Bookouture Pages: 320 Genre: Crime Thriller 
Katie focuses her mind, trying to keep another anxiety attack at bay. The victim’s long brown hair is slick and wet, her body rigid in the grass. She looks more like a mannequin than the woman Katie had spoken with only yesterday, the woman she had promised to protect… When a cold, naked body is discovered by a couple on a jog through the lush woodlands of Pine Valley, California, new recruit Detective Katie Scott is stunned to discover the victim is Amanda Payton – a much-loved local nurse and the woman at the heart of an unsolved case she’s been investigating whilst getting a grip on her crippling PTSD. Weeks earlier, Amanda had run, battered and bruised, out into the headlights of a passing patrol car. She claimed to have just escaped a kidnapping, but with no strong evidence, the case went cold. The Pine Valley police made a fatal mistake… Katie is certain the marks on Amanda’s wrists complete a pattern of women being taken, held captive and then showing up dead in remote locations around Pine Valley – and she won’t let someone die on her watch again. But then a beautiful office worker with a link to the hospital where Amanda worked goes missing. With only days before the next body is due to show up, can Katie make amends for her past by saving this innocent life? Totally gripping crime fiction for fans of Lisa Regan, Rachel Caine and Melinda Leigh. Nothing will prepare you for this nail-biting roller-coaster ride… Readers adore Jennifer Chase! ‘THERE WAS NO WAY I WAS PUTTING THIS BOOK DOWN!!!!!… I was literally holding my breath… I HAD TO KNOW!!!!! As for the explosive ending WOW definitely not what or who I was expecting.’ Goodreads reviewer, 5 stars ‘I was really wowed by it… I couldn’t put the book down and was trying to read as fast as I could so I could find out who the killer was. The ending took me by surprise… I was literally gasping for air… I would definitely recommend.’ Goodreads reviewer, 5 stars ‘Wow what an absolutely amazing fantastic read. I was hooked almost as soon as I started this book. I am still trying to pick my chin off the floor. I loved it from page one and couldn’t read the pages quick enough. I did not see the end coming…Awesome.’ Goodreads reviewer, 5 stars ‘If you read one police thriller this year make sure that it is this one… it will grip you from the start and will drag you into the story trying desperately to work out who the killer is but I promise you that you will not be able to figure it out.’ Goodreads reviewer, 5 stars ‘A great way to start a new series! It’s a wonderfully written roller-coaster ride. A must read!’ Book Obsessed Introverts, 5 stars ‘Wow!… The hairs on my head stood up with this one!’ Goodreads reviewer, 5 stars ORDER YOUR COPYAmazon → https://tinyurl.com/yxdmmftw
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A heavy evening mist clung to the windshield of the police car, obscuring the view of the forgotten neighborhood. In the few occupied houses curtains were drawn tightly leaving only thin cracks of light seeping around the edges. Some homes even had bars across the windows. This small rural community had been ignored by the rest of the lively, growing town around it for too long. It was in desperate need of attention and restoration.
Deputy Stan Miller flipped on the wipers to clear his view, only to smear streaks of dirt across the windshield. He let out an annoyed sigh and turned the wipers to a higher speed—making it worse—and then off again. “Now you’ve done it,” said Deputy Karl Windham beside him, and Miller laughed in spite of himself after a long and uneventful night shift. “You’re going to criticize me?” Miller joked. “Me? The guy who has your back?” He sat up straighter, sucking in his waist and adjusting his seatbelt; it was no use pretending he hadn’t put on a few extra pounds recently. “It’s the kiss of death out here tonight,” complained Windham watching out the side window as the mist turned to light rain. “I bet it was Sheriff Scott’s idea to double us up, with all those recent ambushes on cops around the state.” “It probably has something to do with the mayor’s office. Who knows? You know how they don’t tell us anything, even though we’re the ones putting our asses on the line every shift.” Still gazing out of the window, he watched a dark figure dart around a garbage can and disappear into the darkness, then he turned his attention to a skinny cat scurrying along the sidewalk, nose close to the ground tracking something. The rain got heavier as they drove deeper into the Basin Woods Development. There were no other vehicles on the road. No lights in the distance. Only darkness. “You hungry?” asked Miller. “I wouldn’t turn down a cup of coffee,” replied Windham. “Me neither.” Deputy Miller took his eyes off the road for a moment to check the time and looked back just in time to see a slender woman stagger into the road ahead of them. She stopped still in the headlights. Her long hair, wet from the rain, was plastered against her head and around her face. She wore only a pair of panties and a tattered tank top. She looked terrified, dark eyes pleading in the glare of the lights, her mouth forming words they could not hear. “Hey!” yelled Windham to his partner. “Stop!” Miller jammed on the brakes, making the patrol car bounce to a stop inches before hitting the young woman. Weak and unbalanced, she fell to her knees. In the glare of the headlights, both men could clearly see the dirt embedded on her face and neck, the blood seeping from wounds on her hands, elbows, legs, and feet. Deputy Miller turned to his partner with wide eyes. “What the…?” Jamming the vehicle into park he picked up the radio. “Dispatch, this is 3741, we have a possible 10-16 at Lincoln and Travis. Will keep you updated. Copy.” “Copy that,” replied Dispatch. He nodded to Windham who swung open the car door and ran to kneel beside the woman. “Miss…” he spoke gently. “Are you alright?” She shook uncontrollably. Her head and shoulders drooped as her mouth tried to form around a word. “Can you tell us what happened?” Windham said. He gently touched her shoulder and she flinched away from him. “It’s okay. You’re okay now,” he reassured. “Truth… truth… the truth… you don’t understand… otherwise…” she finally managed between gasps for breath. “I told the truth…” she muttered. “What truth?” asked Deputy Miller who had retrieved a blanket from the trunk and now stood a few feet away. She stopped speaking and slowly looked up at the deputy, her eyes filled with fear. Then she whispered, “I told the truth… I told the truth… told… the truth.” Both deputies carefully helped the woman up and gently wrapped the blanket around her. “What’s your name?” asked Windham. “A… Aman… Amanda,” she said slowly. “Okay, Amanda. We want to help you. Can you tell us what happened?” “I tried…” she whispered. “It was…” Her voice trailed off. Deputy Miller opened the back door to the patrol car as his partner gently guided her to sit down in the backseat. Miller handed her a small bottle of water and, after a few moments, her eyes focused on the officers and her breath began to steady. Deputy Windham kneeled down to her eye level and asked, “Amanda, can you tell us what happened to you? Do you remember what happened? Anything?” She shook her head as more tears welled up in her eyes. “It’s okay.” “A blue door with white trim,” she said quietly. “A big box…” “What else, Amanda? Can you remember anything else?” “There was a fantasy tree…” Confused by the description, the deputy tried to make sense of it, pushing gently to pry out any more details from her. “Can you tell us what happened?” Taking a couple of deep breaths, she finally spoke: “I was k-kidnapped.”
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Jennifer Chase is a multi award-winning and best-selling crime fiction author, as well as a consulting criminologist. Jennifer holds a bachelor degree in police forensics and a master’s degree in criminology & criminal justice. These academic pursuits developed out of her curiosity about the criminal mind as well as from her own experience with a violent psychopath, providing Jennifer with deep personal investment in every story she tells. In addition, she holds certifications in serial crime and criminal profiling. She is an affiliate member of the International Association of Forensic Criminologists, and member of the International Thriller Writers.
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Undercover in Jenns Cove
by Marc Sanderson
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Small-town Jenns Cove, nestled in a pristine coastal environment, faces trouble they don’t know exists. Titan Minerals Corporation has it in the cross-hairs. The Department of Justice asks Jake Weston to investigate what may be a fraudulent environmental impact statement, which dovetails perfectly with his mission to find his institute a project site.
The small-town lawyer he meets, Maggie Gallagher, is a single mom. The attraction is deep, but both fight the undertow for their own reasons. Maggie isn’t ready for a love ‘em and leave ‘em fling. And though Jake can tell her about his project, the rest must remain confidential.
When the major landowner’s nephew returns to Jenns Cove, he’s in the corporation's pocket and has an old score to settle with Maggie. The eye of the storm is about to descend on Jenns Cove.
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Marc Sanderson’s love of stories grew up alongside his love of science and history. Unable to decide which was most fascinating, he studied science, literature, history, education and law, all of which pop up in his writing. Currently a full-time writer of romance and fantasy, he loves finding ways to infuse his passion for learning and the natural world into his stories. When he’s not reading or writing, he can be found studying the ecology of the local streams, restoring the eelgrass beds of the local estuary, hiking up mountains, watching documentaries or indulging in romantic comedies. Lately he’s taken up cooking as a hobby and is trying diligently not to poison his wife.
What is an "eco-romance"? These are contemporary romances with ecological themes running through them. I hope the stories will help raise awareness of the vital part our environment plays in all our lives and convey the urgent need to reform environmental policy on the federal, state and local levels.
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Blood Rose
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The stranger was back before long, and Rose didn’t miss the flash of relief on his face when he saw her standing where he had left her. He carried with him a bowl of water, steam rising in tendrils from the surface, and an assortment of other supplies. When he reached her he continued on past, beckoning her to follow, and Rose turned to see him heading toward a small seating area near the door. A low, backless sofa ran along the wall, each end lifting to curl in a tight spiral. An equally low table stood in front of the sofa, and two matching chairs framed either side. After a moment of hesitation, Rose took a seat on the sofa, and the stranger placed the bowl and supplies on the table before lowering himself hesitantly to sit beside her. He gave her a questioning glance as if asking for permission, and Rose offered her wounded palm. She kept quiet, not wanting her barrage of questions to break the trance she felt from his calming influence. The man chose a soft cloth from the pile on the table, dipped it in the warm water and began to gently wash the blood from her hand. She winced when the water stung the cut, and the man grimaced in apology. As he worked, the lace cuff fell back from his left hand and the sleeve of his jacket rode up slightly. Rose caught a glimpse of something thick and dark winding around his arm. It appeared to have the texture of an old scar, thick and ridged, but jet black and stark against his pale blue skin. It grew thinner the further down it reached, tapering out into thin tendrils at his wrist, leaving the skin of his hand smooth and untainted. Rose felt his hands falter in their movements against hers, and she looked up to see him following her gaze to his wrist. He self-consciously pulled the cuff back down into place, covering the black lines, and Rose hastily looked away. “Sorry,” she mumbled. He didn’t respond, only retrieved the cloth and began wiping blood from her other hand. Once both were clean, he let the cloth fall into the now pink-tinged water, and took a bandage from the table. He paused for a moment, before setting the bandage back down unopened. “You must have a lot of questions,” he said softly, not quite meeting her eyes. A startled laugh escaped Rose’s throat. That was the understatement of the century. He gave a soft chuckle and she realized she had voiced the thought aloud. “Yes, I imagine that must be true.” He turned to face her directly, and his eyes met hers. She was alarmed at the intensity in their purple depths, and his voice was urgent when he spoke again, the words coming fast. “Listen, I’ll explain everything, I promise. But you’re not safe here, and I need you to trust me.” Rose opened her mouth, but he continued before she could respond. “I know we’ve only just met, but I promise I won’t let any harm come to you. There’s so much you need to know, and so little time, and I—” he paused, seeming to exert quite a bit of effort to gather himself. He took a deep breath and lifted his eyes to hers. “Will you trust me?” His gaze bored into her, and without the slightest idea why, Rose found herself nodding. Anything to get that look of desperation off his face. He seemed to wilt, relief coloring his features, and he held out his hand for hers again. She placed her wounded hand in his, and he flipped it over, palm up. Lifting his other hand, he gently placed his index finger against the gash in her palm, and without warning, a burst of light emanated out of his fingertip where it met her skin. Rose felt strangely detached, as if she were watching this happen instead of actually experiencing it. She felt no pain, only a bright, comforting warmth that grew to encompass her whole hand. He traced his finger slowly down the length of the wound, the bright light following the path of his finger, and Rose watched in surprise as the line of her blood began to glow bright, the same iridescent glimmer she had noticed when she’d touched the handle of the door what seemed like ages ago. Rose watched in wonder as the stranger lifted his hand, the light fading. The shimmer faded from her palm as well, the wound sealing in its wake. “There,” he said, releasing her hand. His voice sounded faint, its resonance muted. Rose looked up, sensing something was off, and found his face pale, nearly white, the silver lines practically nonexistent. “Are you okay?” she asked, suddenly worried for this man—creature—she didn’t know, but he simply nodded and waved off her concern. She looked down at her palm again in amazement, a thin faded line all that remained of the red gash. “What was that?” she asked, “How did you—” But her attention was caught quite suddenly by his hands, which were clutched tightly in his lap. He held his right hand wrapped protectively around the left, but past his grip Rose could see the black lines moving on his skin, creeping slowly beyond the edge of his cuff and onto the back of his hand, tendrils snaking across the pale flesh there.
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Author: Sherry FosterNarrator: Jacq AinsworthSeries: Safe Haven Wolves, Book 1Length: 5 hours 42 minutesPublisher: DAS PublishingReleased: Sep. 11, 2019Genre: Paranormal Romance 
She’s on the run. She’s being hunted. If only she knew why. Trey’s only goal is to protect his pack. When a young shifter female moves into his territory, it raises a million questions. Who is she? Doesn’t she know how dangerous it is to travel alone and unprotected? Where did she come from, and what kind of danger did she bring with her? Time is running out as Gabby’s first transformation nears. Trey must walk a knife edge between protecting her from harm and convincing her of what she is. He also has to convince her she isn’t going crazy so she will give his pack a chance, and maybe give him a chance. After all, shifter females are scarce. They have to be protected at all costs. Failure is not an option. But will the rabbit hole she's tumbling down prove too much for her to handle? Grab your copy today and find out. |
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