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<b><i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Having unexpectedly lost her husband and lacking the means to support herself, Josie DiSanti and her two daughters take refuge in the small town of Mill River to live with Josie's aunt, Ivy. The sisters, Rose and Emily, are inseparable growing up - until a shocking tragedy tears them apart. </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Years later, Rose and Emily return to Mill River for the reading of their mother's will where they learn that Josie would do anything to force their reconciliation: the sisters must move into neighbouring houses for the summer and work together to locate the key to Josie's safe deposit box, which contains their inheritance. And so, left with no choice, Rose and Emily reluctantly begin their search. But in a place known for its magic and miracles, little do they know that an even greater treasure awaits them....</span></i></b></div>
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<b>From the <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>The Mill River Recluse</i>, comes this enchanting story of family, self-discovery, love and forgiveness.</b></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Darcie Chan is the author of THE MILL RIVER RECLUSE, an originally self-published debut novel that became a word-of-mouth e-book sensation. With more than 700,000 copies sold, THE MILL RIVER RECLUSE appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists for more than 30 weeks and became a heartwarming favorite of readers across the country.</span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">"</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 28.799999237060547px;">In the short time that I’ve been a writer – which is a description of myself that I’m still getting used to – I’ve learned a few things.</span><span style="border: 0px; font-size: 16px; line-height: 28.799999237060547px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 28.799999237060547px;">First, you should always expect the unexpected.</span><span style="border: 0px; font-size: 16px; line-height: 28.799999237060547px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 28.799999237060547px;">And, there is sometimes more than one path that will enable you to achieve a dream. For me, being able to get my first novel in front of readers as an e-book changed my career and my life. I will always be grateful to every person who read </span><em style="border: 0px; font-size: 16px; line-height: 28.799999237060547px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The Mill River Recluse</em><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 28.799999237060547px;">, and especially those who took the time to review it, mention it to a friend, or send me a note of encouragement. Those readers – my readers – made my dream of being an author come true.</span><span style="border: 0px; font-size: 16px; line-height: 28.799999237060547px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 28.799999237060547px;">I only hope that my future books return to them some of the great happiness and enjoyment that they have given me."</span></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 28.799999237060547px;">After receiving a review copy from Little Brown Books UK, I was excited to dive headfirst into the second novel of an author I had heard so much about. Darcie Chan had taken over the world of literature, and hers was the name that passed everyones lips when recommending a great summer read. Shamefully I wil ladmit that I am yet to read The Mill River Recluse, however after flying through page after page of The Mill River Redemption, I know what the next book on my "To Be Read" list is. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 28.799999237060547px;">The Mill River Redemption brings a story of love, loss, friendship, family and mystery all rolled into one book of incredible literature that had me hanging on every word written by Miss Chan. When I discovered that the book was written in third person and flipped between different character viewpoints, I was a bit wary. I'm not normally a fan of third person writing, however this book was easy to read, and fitted together flawlessly. To add yet another difficult feat into the writing, Chan not only switches character viewpoints, but also time. The chapters are divided equally between modern day, focussing primarily on the lives of the two estranged sisters - Rose and Emily - however the book also takes us through the life of Josie DiSanti, from the week after the death of her husband in 1983 to 2011, two years before the story resumes with the sisters and the death of their mother. I was surprised to discover how I didn't favour one time or the other, I was desperately yearning to finish a chapter to read the next part of each family members story. </span></span></span></div>
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These three mysteries were so well intertwined with the story that I found myself desperate to know the answers, so much that I read long into the night, only to finish the book and discover it was past 4am.</div>
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The characters created by the author were exceptional. I associated myself very quickly with characters that I loved, and those that I grew to despise. Emily, one of the sisters, is created as a kind, open hearted, friendly and down to earth girl who grows into a wonderful women, whilst her sister, Rose, is a character which I hated with a burning passion. The things that she says and does and her actions made me determined to never become like her. Amongst Rose and Emily were the characters of Ivy, Claudia, Kyle, Alex, Sheldon, Darcy, Ned, Ruth, Fitz and of course, Josie. All with their own individual personalities and traits, and all with a back story. Every single character was written in a way that they had some importance, something that made you either like them or despise them, but either way they weren't just there as character fluff - they became real people, and I personally would love to read individuals books by Chan all about every character she mentioned and wrote so flawlessly.</div>
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Within the novel were beautiful gems of writing, gems that I will take and hold on to for all my life. Quotes that left me breathless with their beauty and insight into human nature. Sentences that made me laugh until my stomach hurt, or cry until I had no tears left. A total emotional adventure was created by Darcie Chan in the Mill River Redemption. With twists and turns on every page, this book never had a dull moment, and left me hungry for more long after I'd turned the final page.</div>
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<b>The novel crosses genres from Family to Chick Lit to Mystery and Cosy Reading, incorporating beautiful life lessons and advice that I will take to the grave.</b></div>
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<b><i>"Loving someone unconditionally is never pointless. Even when it results in your getting hurt, you can still learn from the experience." </i></b></div>
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If you are interested in following the remainder of the blog tour, or seeing past reviews for The Mill River Redemption, check out the schedule below!</div>
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A while back I received a review copy of White Hot Kiss from Harlequin Teen and Netgalley, however at the time I was in France, then California and finally in Turkey. I've spent the past few months travelling and whilst I have had my kindle, my internet connection has been pretty sparse, thus I have been unable to really commit to posting my reviews until this week. </div>
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I have so many books that I want to talk about, and so many books that I want you to talk about! </div>
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Today I'm going to post my review of White Hot Kiss.</div>
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I feel as this is a Jennifer Armentrout book, multiple GIFs of Supernatural are appropriate throughout the entirety of my post. If you are a fan of hers, you will understand why. </div>
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Dean's winking at you, Jen.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One kiss could be the last. </span></b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;">Seventeen-year-old Layla just wants to be normal. But with a kiss that kills anything with a soul, she's anything but normal. Half demon, half gargoyle, Layla has abilities no one else possesses. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;">Raised among the Wardens—a race of gargoyles tasked with hunting demons and keeping humanity safe—Layla tries to fit in, but that means hiding her own dark side from those she loves the most. Especially Zayne, the swoon-worthy, incredibly gorgeous and completely off-limits Warden she's crushed on since forever. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;">Then she meets Roth—a tattooed, sinfully hot demon who claims to know all her secrets. Layla knows she should stay away, but she's not sure she wants to—especially when that whole no-kissing thing isn't an issue, considering Roth has no soul. </span></b></i></span><br />
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So first and foremost, I want to start off by saying<i><b> Oh My Gods, Holy Alien Babies, Son of a Sinner</b></i>, this book was incredible.</div>
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I'm giving this book a 1,000,000 out of 5 star rating for how unbelievable AWESOME this story is.</div>
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I am one of the people that run the Jennifer Armentrout approved official Luxen Army fan page, and I am totally in love with the Lux series and Jen herself. Daemon Black? He is the definition of sexy, however I have to admit I have been swayed to the Sins of Roth in White Hot Kiss. This book surpassed all my expectations, and overtook Obsidian for the number one spot of my books of all time (except for the Bible).</div>
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Bravo Jen.</div>
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The first installment of The Dark Elements series introduces us to some amazingly lovable, and pretty damn sexy characters. Layla, the offspring of a demon and a warden, is introduced on the first page, and the story is written from her point of view. Now, with the likes of Katy and Alex being penned by Armentrout, I was expecting yet another kick-ass sassy character, and I wasn't disappointed. Infact, I was shocked at how incredible Layla is. She comes off as humble, yet confident. Beautiful, yet modest. Sarcastic, sassy and down-right awesome. Her character is shown to evolve throughout the first book, which is something I find a lot of authors actually miss out when they write their characters. They introduce a great character, however they aren't really that flawed or they have no room to grow throughout the series as the storyline progresses further. Layla starts off being pretty shut off and small minded about Demons. </div>
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It is explained very early on that Layla was raised by Wardens. What are wardens, you ask? Well they're these guardian stone angel like creatures that are kind of like ninjas crossed with police men that have super powers, and they're on Earth because of the increasing demon population that is walking among humans, and whilst the humans have no idea that demons are actually real and on earth, they are fully aware of the wardens. What people don't know, including Layla's best friends, is that Layla is in fact half warden herself.</div>
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Yep, somehow, even though the human race know there are actual Angel creatures on earth, they still haven't connected that Demons exist. It's not really that far of a stretch, so this kind of confused me, however Jennifer managed to incorporate this piece of information so it didn't actually matter that much that humans have yet to connect Demons with Angels. To be honest, I think it's actually something that could happen, as the human race is pretty unaccepting of anything that different from us. We kill our own kind in really unnecessary wars all the time, so overlooking Demons is probably something we would do, as we wouldn't be able to really accept the concept very easily or happily at all. </div>
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In the next book, I would really, really love to see more interaction with Layla and her human best friends. There was a bit in this book, but I'd love to see more. I really enjoyed reading Katy's relationship with her mum and all of her human friends at school within the Lux series, so that's something I'm hoping Jen will expand on throughout the series.</div>
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Within White Hot Kiss, there are two, unbelievably wonderful smokin' hot men. Zayne - a warden, and brother like figure to Layla that she has been crushing on since forever, is tall and blonde and what I would expect an All-American boy to look like, or maybe one of those Abercrombie and Fitch models with rock hard abs (he is made of stone). On top of that, he's sweet and funny and kind and smart and just beautiful.</div>
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Roth is possibly the hottest, sexiest, most delicious book character I have ever had the fortune of meeting in my dreams. Despite the fact that he's a Demon, he's pretty perfect. Except, the fact that he's a Demon really doesn't phase me, because honestly? He's also sweet and he very clearly cares about Layla.</div>
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I wish I was Layla.</div>
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The story, as it evolves, shows us deeper levels of the characters, making them realistic and very likable, which is something that I need to make me fall in love with a book series. You can connected with these characters, and Jennifer Armentrout makes the reader feel as though they are there, living the life of Layla and experiencing everything she goes through. All the ups, the downs, the pain and the gain. Her first kiss, and slightly more. The hurt and joy she feels. All of her emotions are twisted in a powerful literary whirlwind and thrown right in your face. And I loved it.</div>
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Within the book, there are some beautiful quotes, that make you want to re-evaluate your relationships, and basically your entire life up until that point. White Hot Kiss is a work of incredible genius, and I would expect nothing less from an author such as Jennifer Armentrout.</div>
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You need to read this book. It's not a suggestion, it's an order.</div>
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If you are female, male, transexual, transgender, white, black, green, yellow, a glowy alien, old, young, a time lord, or anything in between, you need to read this book.</div>
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White Hot Kiss is a must-read for fans of books in general. Books of any age, type or genre. Forget To Kill A Mockingbird, or Jane Austen and read White Hot Kiss, a work of literature so great, it's in need of its own class. </div>
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Last month I received an Advanced Readers Copy of <b>Trial By Fire</b> by <b>Josephine Angelini.</b></div>
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As many of you may know, Josephine Angelini is one of my <i><b>favourite</b></i> authors in <u>all</u> of history. Her <b>Starcrossed </b>series is one which I have read multiple times, and I fall in love with it in a new way every time I read it. Angelini is such an incredible author, and I was <i><b><u>so</u></b></i> excited for <b>Trial by Fire</b> to be released. </div>
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<b><u><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Synopsis:</span></i></u></b><br />
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<i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;">"This world is trying to kill Lily Proctor. Her life-threatening allergies keep her from enjoying many of the experiences that other teenagers take for granted...which is why she is determined to enjoy her first (and perhaps only) high-school party. But Lily's life never goes according to plan, and after a humiliating incident in front of half her graduating class Lily wishes she could just disappear.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;">Suddenly Lily is in a different Salem - one overrun with horrifying creatures and ruled by powerful women called Crucibles. Strongest and cruellest of all the Crucibles is Lillian . . . Lily's identical other self in this alternate universe. This new version of her world is terrifyingly sensual, and Lily is soon overwhelmed by new experiences.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;">Lily realizes that what makes her weak at home is exactly what makes her extraordinary in New Salem. It also puts her life in danger. Thrown into a world she doesn't understand, Lily is torn between responsibilities she can't hope to shoulder alone, and a love she never expected.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;">But how can Lily be the saviour of this world when she is literally her own worst enemy?"</span></span></i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When I first heard about <b>Trial By Fire</b>, I was so excited. I am a <i><b>huge</b></i> fan of witches, magic and all things supernatural. The synopsis itself tied my stomach in knots with anticipation of reading this book, so it's safe to say I had pretty high hopes for not only the book, but the characters and Josephine Angelini herself. I had <i>no idea </i>how she could top the Starcrossed series, and I was slightly worried that the first book in the Worldwalker Trilogy would fall short of my expectations.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">From the very first page, my nerves were calmed and my expectations met. For the first two chapters, the book follows modern-day real world Lily Proctor, who is dying of her allergies. In the very first line, we are introduced to this incredibly sick girl, running in to the girls bathroom at school in need of vomiting intensely. Not the most pleasant of introductions, but for some reason, it shone Lily in an endearing and humbling light. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">From the first chapter, it became obvious how much family would be a vital part within this book, and that is something that I adore. Family is the most precious gift we are given in this world, and when we lose our family, that is when we are truly alone. Angelini manages to create family bonds throughout all of her universes within the World Walker series, talking about how no matter what universe they are in, there isn't a single Juliet (Lily's sister) that doesn't love Lily. It is very clear to me when reading that Lily's Mum, a diagnosed schizophrenic in one world, is actually able to see through the dimensions and see other versions of the people around her, whilst everyone else just assumes that she is crazy. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As the book unfolds, the story grows more complex and fascinating. I felt compelled to read page after page, even into the early hours of the following morning. Bravo Josephine Angelini. It is very rare that I will give up my precious sleep for anything less than genius, and in all honesty, genius is what this book is.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Within the writing, Angelini has included little gems of writing and quotes that rival the likes of J K Rowling.</span></span><br />
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This is one of my favourite lines from the whole book. It is completely true, because even in a world without magic, eventually you have to stop running from yourself. You need to step up and accept who you are, and be proud of it. </div>
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A conversation I regularly have with my friends is about fictional boyfriends and relationships within book series. I find it extraordinary that someway, somehow, authors can make us fall in love with a boy that doesn't exist. In some books, I'm not that bothered about the romance or the love. I really don't "ship" Katniss and Peeta, or Katniss and Gale. I didn't fall in love with either of them, however I completely fell in love with Rowan, and even more so with the relationship between Lily and Rowan. With every page turn, I was desperate for romance, desperate for the relationship to be taken that much further. His character infuriated me, made me laugh, cry, scream and at one point, my ARC even took a flying trip across the room I was so aggravated. And honestly, I loved it. Angelini took me on an emotional rollercoaster, turning me inside out and making me question everything I thought I knew about relationships and love.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;">Trial By Fire is, a Doctor Who style concept book, with magic and parallel universes. It is a must read for fans of Harry Potter and Doctor Who.</span></div>
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The series revolves around the concept that there are an unlimited number of parallel universes, each one slightly different from another. This is a theory that has actually been explored by many scientists before, and I am so fascinated by the concept that I couldn't wait to start a series that revolved around something that I am always eager to delve further into. Josephine Angelini successfully managed to take something that has been argued over for decades and turn it into this wonderful mashup of science, fiction and magic. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In every book that I read, there are always certain lines and paragraphs that make me desperate to read more and finish the book, and this was certainly no exception. I finished the entire book in one sitting, and it took me just over three hours. The time flew by, and as it did, the book crept its way up my top ten list, surpassing the Covenant series by Jennifer Armentrout. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In under 400 pages, Angelini manages to pack everything that any reader could ever want into a perfect combination of ingredients, forming what is without a shadow of a doubt the book of the year. Action, adventure, magic, science, romance and family bonds are all present within this mind-blowingly awesome roller coaster ride of a book. </span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682752910020017169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3201404513073520634.post-35841055025334552552014-07-09T20:19:00.001-07:002014-07-09T20:26:41.624-07:00YA Author Event: Books to Bond Over<div style="text-align: center;">
In Santa Monica Public Library on July 8th 2014, I attended my very first Author Panel Event.</div>
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I had been invited to the event through internet blogging friends, and was incredibly excited about the prospect of attending, especially when I discovered which authors would be there!</div>
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<b>Melissa De La Cruz, Margaret Stohl, Andrew Smith, Ava Dellaira, Holly Goldberg Sloan</b> and <b>John Corey Whaley</b> were the 6 incredible authors who would take part in the panel, with signings to follow. </div>
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I am ashamed to admit that before tonight I had never heard of <b>Ava Dellaira, Holly Goldberg Sloan</b> or <b>John Corey Whaley</b>, however after tonight I am so eager to read their books, post reviews and have 3 new authors to fangirl over! <i><b>*squeal*</b></i>!</div>
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<b>Andrew Smith</b> has been raved about all over the world, especially in my part of the country in England. I have not read any of his works, however I am eager to read Grasshopper Jungle. It sounds like an incredibly CRAZY and whacky concept for a book - I'm not even sure I can describe it as a concept - and it just makes me all the more excited to read it. I have a copy at home, so as soon as I get back to England, which is July 22nd, I will be taking a long shower-bath (showers are too short, baths make me feel dirty) and reading the book in one glorious sitting. </div>
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<b>Melissa De La Cruz</b> was the author I was most excited to meet and hear speak. I have followed her career ever since picking up Blue Bloods many years ago. I still feel such an emotional attachment to Schuyler, Jack, Mimi, Ollie, Kingsley, Bliss, and everyone else in the series. They evolved with me as characters, and so when I discovered I was able to meet one of the most perfectly genius authors to have ever existed - more genius than J K Rowling - I had to jump at the chance. I was not disappointed.</div>
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I fangirled <i>so hard</i> over Melissa and Margaret's relationship. <b>SO AWESOME.</b><br />
<b><br /></b><b>Melissa De La Cruz </b>is currently working on a book; the prequel to the upcoming Disney movie Descendants. It sounds like such an awesome concept, however she said she is already receiving some preeeetty crazy fan mail from hardcore Disney fanatics, with one demanding to know "what are you doing with Mulan? Mulan is MINE!". Not sure how i'd cope with that, but it sounds pretty funny.<br />
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John Corey Whaley is the author of Noggin and Where Things Come Back which won the 2012 Printz Award - the YA literature equivalent of the Oscar's! Such a prestigious honor, and he definitely deserves it.<br />
The introduction of "Mad Scientist" Andrew Smith, author of Grasshopper Jungle included the opinion that Andrew also deserves a Printz award for the crazy writings that somehow came together in one book. Margaret Stohl swiftly pitted Whaley and Smith against each other, forwarding the question of which novel deserves the Printz award <i>more. </i>It must be said that if Margaret ever feels like a career change, she has a knack for Stand Up Comedy!<br />
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During the discussion, Margaret managed to squeeze in that her ambition used to be to be an Astronaut. When she accidentally moved to Las Vegas (as you do) she freaked out that she couldn't be anything she used to be - not a ballerina, or a violinist or an astronaut. She fixated her efforts on becoming an astronaut once and for all, and obsessively called NASA (totally normal right?).<br />
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SOMEHOW she got from that to being a successful author and an amazing writer, which I am pretty glad for. Her topic of discussion then settled into something slightly less crazy; her new book.<br />
Aside from Beautiful Creatures - which is the book that I knew her for - she wrote <b>Icons</b> and the sequel <b>Idols</b>. <b>Icons</b> is a love-hate story, set in dystopian post-apocalyptic Los Angeles, and follows 4 teenagers during an alien occupation. Sounds awesome right? Discussing the second book was incredible.<b> Idols</b> is set in South East Asia, as part of the book contract states that Stohl will write each book of the trilogy in a different country. Most of Idols was written in a jungle in Thailand. Stohl is an avid traveler, and discussed her experiences, saying she learnt how to give elephants a bath, feed them bananas, and visited the places within her book. Stohl went through most of the experiences except the obvious alien invasion.<br />
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Growing up, Margaret was intrigued by the concept of what we worship, people constantly looking for hope, and the idea of false idols.<br />
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<b>Ava</b>, a debut author, is the writer of <b>Love Letters To The Dead</b>. When describing the book and what it was all about, it dawned on me how original and incredible the concept was. I have never read nor heard of anything like it. A big theme of the night was "elements" within the story. Ava explained that she has an avid interest in pop culture, and how it can be a safe place for people who feel alone or isolated or have had difficult experiences. In sharing something you are able to connect with people around the world, despite your obvious differences. Another important concept to Ava was how you can go on living without the person who matters the most to you. She described this element as being a personal journey, as she wrote the book a couple of years after losing her Mum. Within the book, Laurel - the main character - writes letters to deceased artists and musicians of pop culture, such as Kurt Cobain and Amy Winehouse, and feels a strong emotional connection to each of them and discovers that everyone has some sort of lesson to teach. Laurel is able to recover from her loss in the book, the same way writing the book helped Ava to move on from her loss.<br />
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From the concepts revealed in Ava's explanation sparked a discussion about Taylor Swift and her recent article in the Wall Street Journal, with this paragraph drawing a comparison to Ava's conceptual book and what Taylor is writing about:<br />
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Seriously, I can not put in to words how hilarious this group of authors were.<br />
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<b>Holly's</b> explanation of her book was brief but touching. She discussed how hers was a book about California, and it was a metaphor for a time and a place and a change in American culture. Her book contains serious themes, however she was hoping that it comes across as a comedy. I have never before read Holly's books, however I won an ARC of her newest release last night, titled Just Call My Name, and I will definitely be reading and reviewing this incredibly soon!
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<b>Melissa De La Cruz</b>, one of my top three authors of all time, spoke about her book and I just wanted to run to the nearest store and buy it, despite having no money!<br />
Her new book, Ring and The Crown, came about when she was reading the Ambassadors (i think that was the name), which is a book all about rich girls wanting to marry British Lords. Melissa wanted to write about how being a Princess isn't all it's cracked up to be, and had the original setting in an alternate history of the war of Independence, however she decided against it, and created a Franco-British Empire. This book contains magic, wonder and all round amazing literature, and is currently top of my TBR shelf! She continued the discussion by saying the book follows 4 girls, all eager to win the ring and the crown in the Court of St James. Melissa apparently gets her kicks and giggles from torturing and tormenting her characters, which is her element and spark. Sounds creepy, but with the way she writes, who cares!<br />
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<b>John Corey Whaley</b> discussed his newest book Noggin, which is all about a dying teenager who volunteers to have his head frozen, and then have his head reattached to a different body in 5 years. The punch line is that this teenager doesn't believe it will happen in 5 short years, however it does. The world is not much different from the one we live in today, however to someone who goes to sleep in one year and wakes up in another, the small changes are shocking. The book came about from Whaley's combination of complete desperation and needing something to write after the first book. His first book won several prestigious awards, thus Whaley felt the need to write something worthy of capturing his audiences attention a second time round. This book sounds absurd but wonderfully written, and the concept is so crazy it just might work.<br />
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<b>Andrew Smith's</b> book on the other hand is just a collaboration of one insane idea after the other. When asked what his book, Grasshopper Jungle, is all about and the concepts behind his idea, he said with complete sincerity and seriousness that he honestly had no idea what his book is about. Smith lives in a very rural remote area, where he can't even get mail, and he admitted that he goes running every day (probably because there is not much else to do!). The title is, I am assuming, in reference to all the grasshoppers that he hears when he runs; Grasshopper Jungle. According to Andrew Smith, the title of his book has drawn people to the conclusion that he loves bugs, when in reality he hates them! I can't blame him, bugs are gross, however I can see the reasons why people would make that assumptions. Fun fact: Grasshopper Jungle was never intended to be published. Smith quit writing and fired his agent, planning to never publish another work, and thus created Grasshopper Jungle for himself. I believe that this is truly the best way to do anything - because you love your own work, not because you want the money or attention. If that is what you want from writing, or any other job, in the end it's not worth it.<br />
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At the end of the discussion, there was the option to ask questions, and I put forward something I was honestly curious about.<br />
I am 19, I write a YA book blog and I'm an avid reader of YA books, more so than any other genre. From this, I have received a fair bit of backlash, with people assuming that I am dumb or stupid or just downright ridiculous for reading books intended for teenagers. I was curious to see whether authors have received similar treatment in their writing of YA.<br />
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Their responses were incredible, and I will be dedicating an entire blog post to that subject, as I feel it is something that shouldn't just be thrown on the end of a post.<br />
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Ultimately, this event was one of the best nights of my life. I have never before experienced such an honest, open and in depth panel of authors who wanted to be there and truly loved their work.<br />
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Hats off to all of you, and I wish you luck in your future works,<br />
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<b><u>Title:</u></b> The Testing</div>
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<b><u>Author:</u></b> Joelle Charbonneau</div>
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<u><b>Release Date:</b></u> August 1st 2013</div>
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I want to start by saying that it has been a while since I read a dystopian fiction book.</div>
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After the hype of Hunger Games, YA dystopian books blew up in the world of Hollywood and the lives of readers everywhere. For a while, I was caught up in the whirlwind of books that was Divergent, Enders Game, The Maze Runner and every other book that is, in reality, just a variation on the same concept. I became quickly bored and thus moved into the world of paranormal romance, vampires, Gods and Goddesses, aliens, and of course, cheesy chick-lit.</div>
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However I have recently overwhelmed my brain with too much of the same and decided to read something else. Currently being in California, I have enjoyed being outside with my kindle and just binge-reading anything and everything I find that seems remotely interesting.</div>
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A few months ago I spent a fair amount of money on books (I will not say how much because although I loved getting all those new books, the number is slightly too large to be deemed appropriate to spend in one go), and in my one-click-spree I purchased a book called The Testing.</div>
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Being a dystopian book, I quickly put it on my "to read at a later date definitely not soon" pile along with the Legends series and Article 5. </div>
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So, in my binge-read fest I decided to try another dystopian book. "Maybe this one will prove me wrong" I thought.</div>
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Firstly, congratulations to Joelle Charbonneau for writing a book that instantly made my Top 3 books of ALL time, and secondly; THANK YOU for proving me wrong.</div>
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As soon as I started reading, I was hooked. I read the entire thing in one sitting, taking me just over 3 hours (my standard reading time if I am in love with the book). Once it was over, I had a serious lust and deep burning desire for the second book in the trilogy, Independent Study, and spent what little money I had on purchasing the sequel. I must say that I am pretty hard-up at the moment, however the book was so incredible that I couldn't imagine going another day let alone 3 weeks until I read it. </div>
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Many of the quotes from reviews, articles and other bloggers stated that this is a must-read for fans of the Hunger Games, whilst others said things such as "Hunger Games meets Divergent in this fast-paced, thrilling story". That is true. If you enjoyed the Hunger Games, Divergent or any other dystopian book, the chances are you will like this novel too. If you didn't, you will probably still enjoy this book due to it's unbelievably genius writing, creativity and originality. </div>
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This book is the best dystopian that I have ever read. It knocks the Hunger Games out of the park. There is no "hype" or build-up surrounding this book, meaning that I was able to form my own opinions without those of others clouding my judgement. </div>
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It became clear quickly that Joelle Charbonneau was indeed influenced by the writings of Suzanne Collins and Veronica Roth, as there were aspects of the Hunger Games within the book, set in the classic "dystopian" themed setting. The main character is a female, there is a love story but it is not the main aspect of the book, The Hunger Games districts are called the colonies - the students are brought to Tosu City for The Testing, the same way the Hunger Games competitors are brought to the Capitol, and ultimately you either succeed or you die.</div>
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However, for me, that is where I draw the line at similarities.</div>
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I loved that the protagonist of the story was female, similar to the HG and Divergent, however in both those books I connected more with the male characters than the females. I also find that in real life, I seem to make friends more easily with men than women. The Testing presented Cia in a way that made me want to be her friend. It made me want to be a better person, seek her approval and gain her trust. I have never before felt that in any book I have ever read, and thus instantly Charbonneau sets the stage for a flawless performance.</div>
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Similar to the Hunger Games, there was a love story that was prominent however it was not essential. I was expecting the "love triangle" - 2 boys after 1 girl, and was pleasantly surprised when this was not the case. There was absolutely no romance in the first half of the book, bar some mediocre flirting between Cia and Tomas, and when romance did develop, I had seen the characters relationships develop as friends who trust each other, into romance and finally love. These were characters who had not just met at the Testing, but had grown up as children, studied together, danced, been in the same classes and had always been "friendly" but had never realised the potential for more until they were sent together for the Testing. The way the love story develops instantly makes me like Charbonneau's writing, as it steps outside of the conventional box into a class all of its own.</div>
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Whether intended or not, Joelle Charbonneau's book also passed The Bechdel Test - normally used to rate films however I am applying it to a novel within this context (obviously). The Bechdel Test requires that two females must talk to each other about something OTHER than a boy/man. A lot of novels do pass this test, however only by a few lines. The Testing passes with flying colours! There are huge passages where Cia talks to her mother, Zandri, Annalise, Ryme and other female characters about education, hopes, dreams - nothing romantic or male orientated. </div>
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My main love of this book is that the competition was intellectual. Smart people for the win! To me, High School and University has always felt a bit like a competition, however the consequences of The Testing are much more severe. One of my favourite quotes from the book is by Dr Barnes: "Wrong answers will be penalised". This could simply sound like marks would be deducted however when you read the book you quickly discover that they mean something far more sinister. Some people have said in their reviews that they believe Cia is too smart - I do not agree. She simply works hard but obviously had an originally high level of intellect and logic reasoning skills. There are many people similar to Cia's intellect within the real world, and I for one find it refreshing that a female character is portrayed in a book to be smarter than the men around her, despite how they may have been brought up. Hermione Granger is really the only other female character that I feel can match Cia's intellect, however she is the sidekick to Harry who always seems to get the credit, whilst Cia is permitted to work independently and prove her worth to everyone around her who may have underestimated her abilities.</div>
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This book also promoted the underdogs - Cia, a young, smart, independent female from a colony which is often overlooked is given the chance to prove herself in a battle of the wits with 108 other students. They are told early on that only 20 will progress to the University to study to become the future leaders of their country. Her father was one of those who passed his tests, however when Cia was chosen he informed her of the horrors he suspected took place when he was there - all memories are wiped clean following the testing. I loved watching Cia progress and evolve as a character, and show that just because she wasn't from a big city didn't mean that she wasn't as well educated or intellectually talented.</div>
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Cia quickly became one of my female characters of all time. I loved her genuine kind heartedness. There was no malicious intentions within any of her actions, despite the cruelty of those around her. She proves time after time that she was raised well and simply wanted to help others; that she did not seek leadership for the attention, but to change the world in a positive manner. Cia was also one of the few who did not lose herself or her values within the competition. When forced into dealing with unpleasant things that put her life in danger, Cia acted upon common sense and instinct won out, however Charbonneau managed to show Cia's guilt and pain at having to do things she never wanted to or believed herself capable of, and thus showed that Cia is only human, and flawed like the rest of us. </div>
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Like I mentioned earlier, I want to strive to be more like Cia. Charbonneau does not focus at all on her looks, in fact I am not 100% certain what Cia actually looks like. It is more about her personality - her intellect, hard working nature with honest, genuine and kind intentions in all that she does. Within the book she alerts Brick, another character, to possible danger in the team working round. This was not something that she had to do, or was encouraged to do, however she obviously has a conscience and was not comfortable with the weight of someone's death on her shoulders, whether she was directly responsible for the consequences or not.<br />
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I raise my glass and my literary praise to Joelle Charbonneau on creating the perfect representation of what a young woman in todays society should really be. </div>
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The Perfect Imperfection is a standalone in the Perfect Series, it’s a novella about Matt and Quinn, who we first meet in The Perfect Distraction, Book One in The Perfect Series and continue to read about in The Perfect Emotion, Book Two in The Perfect Series.
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Quinn Danner always appeared to have the perfect life full of big dreams, high expectations and popularity. Living in perfection has always been harder than she ever made it appear. Throughout her life she always found ways to rebel against the pressures she felt from friends, teachers and most of all her parents. Unfortunately, these actions never benefited her and left her feeling empty. She never experienced a first love until college when she met Matt Preston.
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Matt came into Quinn’s life sweeping her off her feet and opening her eyes to possibilities she never dreamt of. Both looked beyond their pasts and imperfections. Soon their love was filled with only perfection. While at college they were in a bubble that no one could burst, but when the realities of life away from college hit they separated. Soon thereafter, they fall to their old ways, neither ever really letting go of their love or moving forward.
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Now almost two years later, after avoiding each other at all costs and numerous failed attempts to move on, they reunite in the most unexpected way. Matt’s determined to reconnect and show Quinn their love still exists, but Quinn’s life is filled with complications that may not align them to be together.
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Matt and Quinn found love once, bonded and unbreakable until the strains and pressures of life broke them. Can they find each other again and reunite their love?
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Melissa Rolka grew up in the Chicagoland area all of her childhood and has always had a love of writing. She started by keeping a journal at a young age and then in high school she started writing poetry. A couple poems were published anonymously. Then in college she majored in Philosophy, which required lots and lots of writing. After graduating from Marquette University she traveled west to Los Angeles. There she worked for the Writers Guild of America and found herself submerged in the writers world. She worked on small writings, but never pursued them. On the side she became involved with a small theater group. Eventually she made her way back to the Midwest, where her heart belongs, and worked in business for several years. She found love, got married and has two beautiful children. Being at home has allowed her to keep following her love of reading and writing.
The Perfect Distraction is her first full length novel. A second continuation of this story is in the works with hopes for a third. When Melissa is not writing she is caring for, playing with and loving her two kids. In between taking care of her family and writing she almost always has her nose buried in her Kindle.
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<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The small Wild West farming community of Whitcomb was afraid of Seraphton, the shining metropolis that lies along the horizon. Reverend Archibald preached that the city was forbidden, an abomination to the world, and evil demons lurk inside despite the celestial name. Emmaline had a feeling there was more to Seraphton than the Reverend let on. Emmaline Fortenbury had always felt out of place in Whitcomb and wondered if Seraphton was really like he said. He preached like he held a grudge. What were the secrets of Seraphton and how did it connect with Reverend Archibald?</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Then a stranger comes to town and the meeting changes her life. Aleksander Galloway was feared by the townspeople, but she found him fascinating. She wanted more out of life for herself. She wanted the chance to explore the world, and he seemed to be the man to help her. He had silver metal wings and a mechanical eye. He was handsome in a way that wasn’t like the townspeople of Whitcomb. He was sophisticated, educated, and very interesting. How can their love grow when their two towns collide? Can their love bring everyone together for peace?</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white;">Harmony is fascinated by angels, and she incorporates research in angels, the Nephilim, and fallen angels into her fictional stories. Many of the descriptions in her books reflect actual documentation found in religious documents. </span>
<span style="background: white;">While she has endured many hardships in life, she believes life will be better tomorrow. Life has its ups and downs, trials and tribulations, and Heaven and Hell. She believes the bad times are a test to prove a person's worth. Her books reflect on that concept. </span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I write fantasy/romance for young adults...seems to be the voice that fits me the best. My first book "Apocalypse of Angels: Seeing Angels" was published January 2013 (It was published under a different name in 2009 through iUniverse-the company wasn't working for me)...and I'm told I'm doing well for a first time published author---but I'm still learning the industry. I'm currently halfway finished with the first draft my 3rd novel (8 novels planned all together: not all are in the series: and my ideas keep growing). I've also dabbled a little with children's fiction, I've written and illustrated 3 stories, they aren't published as of yet. I've been writing since I was 16 (poems mainly) and dabbling in art since I was 4. I started writing seriously when I was 20. Most of my experience is self-taught but I have taken correspondence courses for writing children's fiction and I've taken several classes for art. My series was mentioned in the Sacramento Bee in May 2013 and I've been interviewed on our local radio station, KNCO. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">“Good evening, miss, and please don’t get your Pa’s gun,” his voice is soft and calming. I am not afraid of this voice. I grab a pitchfork just in case. I’m not dumb. A girl needs to be cautious. I turn around to see where the voice was coming from. </span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">“You just come out of the darkness, and we shall see.” My voice wavers a little bit, but I hold the pitchfork and try to keep it steady. I don’t want him to see me shaking. I’m not sure if I’m shaking from fear or from being chilled. He is a stranger, after all. I’m not used to having strangers around.</span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He steps out of the shadows and into the light of the lantern. His dark features are beautiful and instantly has me enthralled, and I know where he comes from. His skin is pale and seems to glow in the lantern light. The light is casting strange shadows on his face. He definitely isn’t from anywhere around here. I’ve been raised to believe the inhabitants of Seraphton are devils, but this tall gentleman looks anything but normal. His dark brown hair is styled in a short spiky way. He is wearing a blue shirt, a shiny black vest with black pants with silver zippers all over, and black leather boots. He looks quite soaked from the rain. One glance from his dark eyes makes my heart do a flip-flop. There is something different about his eyes. And his silver metal wings on his back certainly interest me. How intriguing. I wonder if the wings are attached to his back. Who is this man?</span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">He’d brought a gun. </span><span style="color: black;"><i>Damn it.</i></span><span style="color: black;"> He was going to follow through with his plan.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">I was focusing so hard on the knot of guilt in my stomach and the tangle of plans to stop Chad that Bea had to kick my chair to alert me class had started. Of course, Bea had to be in this class with the homicidal kid who was my responsibility. </span></span></span></span></div>
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</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Briksanna’s Sacrifice is a character-driven fantasy romance novel, the first book within a series called A Novel of the Four Realms, about men and women of different realms on a quest to fulfill a prophesy.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Two thousand years hiding in the Earth Realm, Briksanna heads a mercenary group called Lightning Strike where every member is part of her adopted family. Her secret love, Nathanial, openly declares his promise to cherish her forever despite his own reservations. They are visited by the Goddess Merridian who explains The Prophesy and the importance of their roles. She reveals Lord Drakkoon is her twin brother and the history of his role in the Under Realm.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">In a dream sequence, Briksanna recalls her prison tormentor was actually her betrothed. Thinking he was dead, she grieved her lost love during her imprisonment. She does not want to feel the vulnerability of love, and prays for healing from her pain; when her prayers go unanswered she uses her energy to destroy the prison. Waking, Briksanna is reassured by Nathanial of their growing relationship while giving her space to build their relationship in trust. Nathanial’s brother, Stark, sits with the rest of the family explaining the importance of solidarity regarding The Prophesy.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">In the Under Realm, Lord Drakkoon interrogates his most trusted warrior why he failed his latest mission, in the Earth Realm. The warrior explains his encounter with Briksanna’s family, and how he lost all of his soldiers. Lord Drakkoon uses his power to alter the warrior forever changing him. Merridian is in Lord Drakkoon’s castle when her energy is drained barely escaping the Under Realm with her life. Briksanna is drained of energy in the Earth Realm. She contacts her friend, Katerina, who confirms the same had been felt in the Second Realm resulting in the death of her lands. Briksanna promises to bring help right before fainting in Nathanial’s arms. In a dream sequence, Briksanna recalls believing she is a victim of tragedy and embraces the desire for vengeance. Nathanial takes Briksanna to their room to have a surprise visit by Skaldanna’s seer Vakgdona. She informs him of a quest they will need to embark on in order to gain the weapon needed for The Prophesy. Stark brings Briksanna’s twin daughters, who are healers, to the room. Stark reminisces on his past relationship with Nathanial while heading to get something to eat. Nathanial feels unsure of his capabilities of being a king and shares it with Stark. Intent on forgetting Nathanial and Briksanna explore their love, embrace their heated desire allowing their emotions free reign.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Stark is surprised when the Goddess Merridian appears out of nowhere seeking shelter before passing out in his arms. He takes her to the infirmary turning her over to the twins. The twins explain, to the rest of the family, the dynamics of energy and High Royalty distribution of energy on Skaldanna. Briksanna doesn’t believe she can trust Merridian and she offers a truce allowing Briksanna to access her memories. Briksanna explains what is to be expected while on Skaldanna as royalty and how energy is the sole source of life in all the realms. The warrior interacts with Lord Drakkoon, further acknowledging his hatred for him. He reflects on The Mistress as his protector while he cherishes the medallion she gave him and together they will destroy Lord Drakkoon.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The next day, all family members prepare to leave for Skaldanna. Nathanial reflects on his own personal trust issues while Briksanna and Katerina form a portal successfully transporting everyone. Briksanna is surprised to find, Hawk, the general of her father’s royal guards waiting for her. Mistakenly reacting to aggression from Hawk, the twins threaten Hawk at sword point until Briksanna forces them to release him. They go to the castle and engage in heated discussions forcing Merridian to reveal herself as a Goddess. Everyone agrees to survey the damage to the Second Realm. Briksanna speculates on the possibility of a different villain acting out these attacks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">In the west wing of the castle two guards assigned to the wing disrespect Briksanna and Nathanial. Suddenly the lovers fight viciously, attempting to kill one another. Merridian sees an evil spell weaving around them and she breaks the spell rendering Nathanial and Briksanna unconscious. Katerina says she witnessed the day Briksanna’s family had been killed by the same magic. Nathanial and Briksanna awaken horrified by their memories and reassure themselves of their love. Nathanial leaves to survey the land with the men and Briksanna seeks Katerina and one of the twins to view the grounds outside. </span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Appalled at the destruction within the land, Briksanna embraces the core energy from Skaldanna collaborating with one of the twins, they sing the land back to life. Briksanna embraces her role as High Queen understanding The Prophesy more clearly. Nathanial worries when the lightning begins, only to be caught up in the energy tsunami flying through the realm, effectively erasing his insecurities, strengthening his resolve to be the leader he wants to be. Racing back to where the women were, Nathanial orders everyone to the castle.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Heading to their rooms, Briksanna gets violently ill revealing she is pregnant with their first child dictated by The Prophesy. She expresses her fears for their child and the children they have fostered together along with the impact being pregnant will have on their reign in the near future. Nathanial replaces all her doubts with his love. She accepts his love, trusting him with everything she has. He accepts his role as High King knowing she will forever stand beside him never in front of him. Together they accept their roles within The Prophesy.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white;">Although I have only been physically writing for two years the ideas that conceived my first novel have been percolating in my mind for many years. In many ways I found life experiences influencing my story although written in fantasy format.</span>
<span style="background: white;">Nelson Mandela's words inspired me:</span>
<span style="background: white;">"There is no passion to be found playing small - in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living."</span>
<span style="background: white;">No truer words could have been said. After my first cancer battle three years ago, I was in the frame of mind of surviving trying to get back to my swing of things. Problem was I couldn't. I wasn't the same person anymore. Then I relapsed by the end of the first year. Came through that experience exhausted and have had multiple tumors pop up ever since. To say my health being a mental/physical challenge is putting it mild.</span>
<span style="background: white;">I realize what I left behind in that operating room in 2010 was my passion. Cancer can't take that away, I put it away along with my drive and ambition. My creative muse happily skipped right along with the rest of them. I had to discover myself. Well here I am three years post my first surgery and even if I have to do it again in a few months, so what! I refuse to settle for a life less than what I can create for myself.</span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">“I mean it, Bri, I’m going to take care of you first then you and I can talk, deal? That is the best I can offer after all we have been through tonight.” Sounding very serious he was putting all his mental effort to block her from his thoughts so she was unable to ascertain if he was lying or not. He wanted her to trust him.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Looking at her mate her grin managed to reach her eyes for the first time in many years, “Deal Mate.” <i>Two can play at that game.</i></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He stilled his body, eyes turning a molten green, like an animal ready to pounce before shaking it off knowing he needed to put her needs before his allowing the cool Nate to come to the forefront. Smiling he picked her up, “Mrs. Angelo, you have made me a very proud man. I swear I will do all that I can to keep my promise to both you and the Goddess. Now let’s get you showered, some food in you and a clean change of clothes. With the way I am feeling right now not necessarily in that order.”</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">“What?” Licking her lips he wondered what it would feel like to have his arms wrapped around her all night long. She seemed distracted by his touch before, but now she couldn’t keep her thoughts in the present tense. She kept projecting her own fantasies of them together under the running water, he was afraid he would lose his cool and jump her. If she didn’t get her head out of the gutter soon he was going to combust from his own desires boiling inside of him.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He smiled at her knowing she was distracted with her own private thoughts and this touched his heart knowing he excited her with just a thought. They were the same reasons he was struggling with by putting her basic needs first. He did not need her attacking him like an animal clearly as her mind was demanding her to do because if she did he wouldn’t last a second.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">“Water, warm or hot?” He repeated poised by the head of the shower stall.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">“Warm, please.” Shaking her head slightly trying to clear her thoughts he figured she should try deep breathing if focusing on the present moment continued to fail her. Goodness sakes, she was acting like a crazed teenager around him and he liked it.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Suddenly feeling doubtful of her worth to him sobered up her libido real quick. She stole a quick glance at him hoping to reassure herself of his commitment towards her but he saw her looking at him from the corner of his eyes anyway.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I have got to let go of this self-doubt. Those thoughts have no place between us in this moment. If I say that enough times maybe I will believe it?</span></i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Setting her down carefully on the bathroom counter, holding her around the waist with one arm he leaned into the shower stall to turn on the water. She was too quiet for his liking, because after turning the water on he turned back and stared at her. After a couple of debatable seconds he went with his gut pulling her into a hug wrapping his massive arms around her filling his senses with her scent. She had endured so much. He wanted to give her so much and not frighten her with his presence in her life in the process. He knew he was the man for her and she was the woman for him but she still had a hard time with trusting despite what her heart and mind were saying. There was still a piece of her she kept hidden. Some things were just hard for her to let go of. That he could defiantly understand.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Will she ever trust him enough so they could endure The Prophesy and defeat Lord Drakkoon? More importantly could he trust her to endure the upcoming battle for the sake for the universe? What a complete mess this was. When he dreamed of confronting Bri with the truth of his feelings for her he didn’t count on all of this drama to go with it. Frowning he thought about where his thoughts were heading. He would lay down his life for her no matter what, so what the hell was he worried about? For him there was no one else in the world he would rather spend his days with. She was the one for him and there was nothing anyone could do or say that would cause him to betray her trust.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I don’t know if I can trust her not to forget me. She has been alive longer than I can imagine. I don’t even know if there is someone else on Skaldanna waiting for her to come back to. She could have someone who’s been waiting for her all this time and I show up. She deserves someone who has more knowledge in all of this prophesy stuff than me. What can I bring to the table that I have gained in my whopping thirty six years of life?</span></i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He was frightened he would not measure up to the man she needed him to be in order for her to succeed with her role in The Prophesy. She understood, in that moment, he had always been in the present tense with her. What was going on in that very moment, between the both of them, was the most important thing in his world and he knew it. He had not been keeping the truth of his commitment to her hidden, she had chosen not to look into his heart seeing what was right in front of her. This man was her chosen mate and she believed she had chosen well. Her father would be proud of her choice.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">“You are my purpose now, Nathanial.” she said quietly from behind, placing her hand on the small of his back to reassure him of her presence. “I will do the will of the Gods for the sake of the universe but never lose sight that I do this for the sake of the life of our future son.”</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Turning around slowly, Nate looked at her for just a few moments, and then gave a clipped nod. “Let me help you get out of these clothes.” Keeping his eyes trained on her beautiful lips he pulled her t-shirt over her head. He looked like a man who was staring at the world’s greatest problem and she was the answer.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He reached around her and unclasped her bra careful not to frighten her with his actions. “You are beautiful to me.” Pulling the bra away slowly gazing at her making her feel like the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. “You are so beautiful to me.” Bringing his eyes up to her face she recognized the aroused expression on his face mirrored hers.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">“Baby, I want you more than I want to breathe, right now, but what kind of husband would I be to you if I start this relationship off being selfish?” His voice sounded deeper, gravely like he was straining to get the words out. His voice sent chills up her spine despite her warmth and she was getting hotter by the second.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">“I can hear your thoughts as if they are my own. I want you to know before we go any further, I have never laid with a man.” Not waiting for his response, she straightened her shoulders hoping down from the counter pulling her pants down in front of him while he remained kneeling in front of her.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">What was he going to say? Here I am old enough to be his grandmother, more than several times removed, and I am just a plain virgin.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Grabbing her hand before she could step into the shower, he said “There is nothing plain about you. I am both humbled and honored that you have chosen me to share your love, no don’t look away, that’s right, I said love. Bri, I will not turn away from this thing we have to go through. I love you more than I want to breathe. I may have doubts now and then, but in the end I will always do the right thing. Now get in there and wash up. The sooner you do that the sooner we can eat.”</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Eyes glistening listening to his declaration of love for her, she felt another crack in the armor she had built around her soul. “I love you. I have wanted to say that for a long time. I did not know how or if you felt the same way. I was afraid to tell you before, but am no longer.” Sounding more confidant she pleaded with her eyes for him to believe her. “Thank you for being here with me. I do not know what I would have done if you were not here with me. Truly, I do love you.”</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</b><span style="background: white; color: #181818; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">Abel Gunner, the lead singer of the band Lethal Abel, is what beautiful nightmares are made of. His gritty, melodic rasp threatens to rip your heart out of your chest and leave you gasping for the very breath he robbed you of. His kisses, detonating on impact, leave you ruined. Abel is also a Dom, and his appetite for seduction is legendary and intense. After a chance encounter with Gia, his need to dominate this woman increases tenfold. He wants to consume her, merge with her, and never leave her body.</span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">
<span style="background: white;">Abel's emerald eyes touch the deepest part of Gia's soul in a way that terrifies her. She fears he can see her secret. Lies, guilt, and betrayal lay beneath her skin, and she's terrified of being exposed. How will Gia ever begin to explain? She doesn't believe she's worthy of him, and her greatest fear is that her carefully guarded heart will be shattered. However, she finds herself unable to deny this rogue tattooed rocker whose kisses just might ruin her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Gina Whitney grew up reading Judy Blume, and Nancy Drew books. She was raised in the town of North Valley Stream, New York(Long Island)and attended community college for fashion design. At 19 she opened a boutique. She recently published her first paranormal romance novel Blood Ties. When she's not writing, she's hanging with family and friends. She shares a home with her wonderful son’s PJ and Drew, and their 200lb Mastiff Hercules. She currently lives in Massapequa, New York. Reading has always been a passion and obsession. You can usually find her typing furiously while shouting obscenities over her latest work. She also enjoys a good laugh, being snarky, espresso, and above all steamy swooning angst filled novels. She's pathologically obsessed with True Blood(Eric ;), Games of Thrones, Borgias, Vampire Diaries and Originals. You can also find her chatting it up with readers on Facebook.
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <i>The night</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">On ecru initialed paper the understanding was
brutally clear…You’re to be <i>blindfolded </i>and
waiting on your <i>knees</i> for your
master. I reread a couple of times, my hands shaking with both fear of the
unknown and excited to be delivered to brink of aching pleasure. Man, I was
fucked! Folding the note in half, perfectly seaming the edges thoughtfully,
musings of biting off more than I can chew swirled cyclonically…causing
fluttering in my stomach to mount to upchuck levels. Picking up the Hermes silk
scarf, I gentled it along my cheek before breathing in his alpha scent. <i>Him.</i> My eyes closed on their own
accord…heart beating in concert with my pussy. My clit charged and was
primed already with my sweet ambrosia. The inner <i>demonness</i> scratching the surface of my psyche, relentlessly
thrashing against confinement. Twirling around in a sexual dream-state, my eyes
took in floor to ceiling windows—lush drapes pulled back. Gasping heavily… hand
on my heart trying to keep the fucker in there. Was he planning to take me in
the open—voyeur delight? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Then again
this was about surrendering. A place my control had no say in. On the left was
a free standing bar. His guitar leaning against it. Crystal decanters
lined the top. Amber colored courage called to my parched throat. Begging,
needing something to quell the tremors that plagued my body. I couldn’t. Could
I? Or was that breaking the rules? I couldn’t afford to piss him off nor
did I want to. I wanted to please him. Hand over the keys to my soul for him to
take up occupancy. I needed to take purchase of the prime piece of
real-estate—his heart. Old demons plagued my thoughts with their clever mind
tricks. Fighting their way to the surface—sneering that I would lose the man
I’d come to love because of my deceitful heart. The mother of all motherfucking
Karmas was going to bite my ass—hard. I needed to lock these incessant
nauseating thoughts where they belonged…behind a door that had no moral key and
slam it shut. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Looking to my left, a fire raged stunningly in
a pastoral styled fireplace. Crackling embers radiated warmth to nurture my
body. Perfect spot! Unbuttoning my pants and blouse letting them both pool at
my feet…my bra and panties followed. The heat of the flames licked my skin
helping gentle the goose bumps that stepped forward across my body.
Double-knotting the scarf, I lowered to my knees, thankful for plush carpet. I
sent a silent bid of gratitude upwards. God had no place here today. On this
day, I would be rejoicing, reveling and partaking in rituals practiced by
heathens. Tempering my breathing, I repeated <i>Namaste over and over until </i>a shiver redirected my attention to the
door. Searching my mind to identify its source, the squeak of the door knob
stopped all thought process—and thinking. His innate maleness seeped into
my pores, cocooning my skin in his alpha scent—marking my heart as <i>his</i>. Instantly, my body recognized him.
An unwilling groan escaped, making my nether region clench in anticipation. He
chuckled. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">"Very good. I see you followed my
directions flawlessly. I see that beautiful pussy’s shaved bare for me. This
pleases me Gia. And you will see how much very shortly. But, are you ready for
your Master? If I part your folds will you be slick and hot for me?"
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">His warm breath tickled my ear. My mouth
opened and closed a few times like a fish out of water, until I finally croaked
out, (no paragraph)"Um, yes. I um. I believe so, Abel.” <i>Christ why am I reduced to a stuttering
adolescent? </i>He's fucking dangerous and hot that's why! Stealing myself, I
needed to women the fuck up and show him who I am. Palming my chin out, he
spoke gruffly.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Love, when we’re in this setting I am your
God…bringer of pleasure and pain.” He released me, clearly awaiting a response
of praise.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Yes Sir. I understand perfectly.” I affirmed.
My body chilled knowing the moment he stepped away. The ring of the crystal
decanter signaled loudly in the air. Rolling shutters had me clenching—hard.
Moments ticked by at a snail’s pace and I wanted to rip my hair out.
Frustration built as he took his time leaving me in a vulnerable position. He
swallowed his drink before padding back over in my direction and bringing that
delicious signature scent of his - musk and something wild I couldn’t put my
finger on.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I’m going to taste you now.” He quantified. </span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What? Christ on a
motherfuckin cross. </span></i><span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Two thick fingers teased my clit round and round, spreading my
silky juices along my seam and preparing for his invasion. I held my breath.
What else could I do?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You smell like you want to be fucked.” He
smiled appreciatively.” Breathe Gia. Your God would like to sample you. I want
to commit your taste to memory. Savor you on my tongue. Swallow your goodness.”
He rasped leaning into my ear. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I wanted to scream <i>just do it already</i>! His beard scruffed against my face…leaving his
mouth against my ear. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every swallow. Was mine
hear. I had a front row seat to an erotic movie that I starred in. Holding my
shoulder firmly with his left hand, he roughly entered my opening. <i>One breath in. One long breath out. </i>Fingering
me with precision…two fingers in me and his thumb on my trigger. I ground
against his palm.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You will not come. <i>Yet</i>. Stay still or I’ll stop.” He stated sternly. . </span></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Well that did it! I needed release and I
needed it now<i>. Fuck</i>. Squeezing my
eyes tightly, I was thankful for the blind-fold. He had to see how challenging
this was for me. With a final stretching thrust he vacated my pussy. The heady
juice permeated the air…releasing another gush of wetness. His sucking sound
ended with a loud pop, followed by a growl of approval. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Taste.” He fisted my hair driving his fingers
into my open mouth.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Taste how sweet your pussy is?” He queried. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I had the perfect opportunity to bring him to
his knees. My tongue languidly snaked its way around his fingers, sucking
greedily any remaining ambrosia—with my own kickass resounding pop. <i>Umm…</i>purring my contentment<i>. </i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A seismic roar rumbled its way free from his
alpha chest. <i>Oh, he was affected</i>.
Breaking dominant control momentarily—he lunged forward. Fisting my hair, his
tongue forced my mouth open. Damn this <i>Dom</i>.
My lungs fought for air as my hands braced against his muscled chest…alive with
the vibrations from the beast tethered within—<i>Abel.</i> Dizziness threatening to take me under. Pulling air into my
nose I took a breath. He didn’t let up. Apparently, my survival was to be
damned while he consumed me from the inside out. My brain had only registered
oxygen. Now I needed to return his kiss. My hands found their way up his neck
into his thick hair. Fist full of hair…I pulled. He answered my call with his
masterful tongue and gnashing teeth. Needing his cock in my pussy now, I
reached for it, feeling its thick steeliness through his jeans. He gently
removed my hands. Disappointed, I lowered my head but took the opportunity to
nourish my blood with oxygen. He forced my hands behind my back. I sat on the
back of my knees to steady myself.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You have to earn that, Babe. You haven’t
earned my cock yet. And he has a bigger ego than I do.” He laughed low and deep
as he stood, leaving me again. </span></div>
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dick had an ego? </span></i></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Shuffling of drawers opening and closing to my
left had me turning my head in that direction. My legs tingled with
anticipation and lack of activity. I hoped I wasn’t going to be on my knees too
much longer. The loud snap of something caught my immediate attention causing
me to lick my dry lips and swallow the golf ball sized knot as I readied
myself. Sweet smelling leather assailed my senses.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Do you know what the Cat of nine tails is, Gia?” He asked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Thanks to Google, my ignorance for basic BDSM wouldn’t be
apparent. I schooled my quickly </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">in the tricks of the trade like knots, whips, and positions
101. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Yes Sir. A traditionally favored whip with nine separate
tails.” I rejoined, quirking a smile. I awaited his answer which came in the
form of him running the tails along my breasts…down to my pussy… and snapping
my clit to attention. Over and over again my body became acquainted with this
new form of torture. With legs shaking, I thrust myself off of them into an upright
position, hoping this little exercise would stop this embarrassing bodily
display of minor earthquakes. No such luck. My body wanted to surrender to its
Master as my wreathing ratcheted to panic-attack levels. An explosion of epic
proportions was near tilt. Whack…the leather sliced across my behind. <i>Ow…fuck me!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Not nearly yet sweetheart. That nice shade of red on your
ass is making me hard as fuck though.” He countered. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Well that’s not how I really meant it, but that’s exactly
what I wanted right the fuck now. He was turned on. And that turned me on. If
his lash marks on my skin do it for him—then so be it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I want to taste you, Master. It’s only fair.” I practically
whined. <i>Throw me a fucking bone</i>. This
BDSM shit was killing me. I’m not a patient person by nature, so, I deserved a
reward for the restraint I’ve been practicing today. The sound of his zipper
lowering had my full attention. The lava started to trickle down my legs again.
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Is this what you want pretty girl?” He stepped up smearing
his pre-cum on my lips. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I moaned embarrassingly loud. “Yes! More!” I demanded.
He presented his cock to my tongue this time. My tongue stroked something
unfamiliar. Was it a piercing? Bracing myself on his thick thighs, I fished for
the object. Yep, he was pierced. <i>Fuck me.
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Expertly I lavished it with my tongue paying homage to this
rock God. Maybe his cock deserved its own zip code? This was a local I wanted
to move to…like now. Pushing forward I sought his engorged bell. Licking,
flickering and tonguing at break-neck speed to the best of my ability. He
roared. He ripped the scarf freeing my eyes from their prison. Site was
returned. Though, I couldn’t see a fucking thing. Squinting I looked up towards
his beautiful face. His face twisted in agony. He needed release. Eyes sparking
with warning. His thread-like hold on reality virtually nonexistent. A sardonic
smile pulled to his lips as he continued stroking his cock. Up. Down. Up.
Twist. Down. Release. Up. Twist. Down. Release. His left hand squeezed his
tightened sack roughly. Eyes glistening. His tongue snaked out to wet his plump
lips. Sooty lashed eyes closed for a moment and he blew out a long
breath…battling for control. I gulped—hard. Something sparkly caught my
upturned eyes bringing my gaze back to his sack.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Like what you see, Babe?” He smiled proudly. His stance was
powerful and mighty.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It was then I noticed his tatted dick. <i>Whoa</i>. I didn’t have the time to even comprehend what art graced his
gorgeous cock. I’ll come back to that. I was visually over-stimulated. Tilting
my head awkwardly left then right. What even was <i>that</i>? I wasn’t naive. I knew there were guys who pierced the head
of their dick. <i>Shit</i>. One was right in
front of me. But, all along the underside of his cock? Can’t say I ever saw
that or even heard of that before.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“It’s called frenum loops, Babe. The one through my head is
an Apadravya. You’ll be thanking me soon for it.” His toothy smile made me
blush at my naiveté. He took my lip-licking as a signal for further teachings
of How to suck Abel’s cock 101.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Relax. Open real wide. Get it nice and wet.” He instructed.
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Relaxing my gag reflex, I readied my throat for his
invasion. Not only did I have to worry about his girth, but his hardware as
well. My mouth was desert dry. I pursed my lips to conjure up enough
saliva to get the job done. The wide tip of his cock made its way past my lips,
wetting a groan from me of appreciation for this male. Lavishing the small beads
of pre-come on my tongue…relishing his heady taste. <i>God damn. </i>His hooded eyes caught mine as I acquiesced. I closed my
eyes and sucked his head hard with a quick swirl around his Apadravya. I spit
into my palm pumping his cock once. Twice. A throaty groan made my clit swell.
I loved his male sounds. I knew I was doing this right. I wanted more. More of
him. More of <i>that</i> noise. Widening my
mouth even further I took his cock deeply. Paying close attention to his
frenulum loops, I concentrated on them with my tongue. The jingling
within my mouth had me shuttering. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Tongue. Up. Down.
Twist. Suck. Gag. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Gag. His fingers found their
home…deeply embedded in my scalp, the pain causing my eyes to mist. Licking
from base to tip, I was on repeat. His eyes watched me intently.
Appreciatively. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Though, I didn’t always see him watching me, I knew he was.
One final swirling suck later, I let my lips pop loudly. Jerking sounds
of wetness aloud. I tried the impossible. To swallow <i>him.</i> Breathing through my nose, I watched. He watched. I swallowed.
The thickness of his cock swelling was all the indication I needed. He was
ready to blow—hard. My throat relaxed and opened to accommodate his girth
further. Abel hissed his thankfulness by thrusting deeply. Once. Twice. Three
times. He growled loudly face fucking me into oblivion. Surprising even
myself…I swallowed his gift of spicy goodness humming my appreciation to this
deity. Swallowing it down and suck-tonguing his Apadravya. I inwardly smiled,
milking every last drop of his elixir.
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">With a final groan, I fell back and let the fibers of the
rug absorb my fatigue. Mentally and physically I <i>was</i> wiped out. I rubbed my fingers through the filaments trying to
desperately sooth my restless soul. At that moment, I didn’t care where he was
or what he was doing. His gentle fingers caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes
savoring his warm touch.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Oh, Babe we’re not done. Come, I’ll carry you to my
bedroom.” He bent and scooped me up. Swaddled in his arms, his hooded eyes
caught mine. A few long strides and we were in his bedroom where he gently laid
me on his king-sized bed and stepped back.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I’m gonna take a quick shower. Join me?” He motioned with
his hand to the bathroom in not so subtle invitation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Nah, I’m good here for now. You go. If I change my mind
I’ll find you.” She watched him carefully not sure how he would react to
denying him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">His eyes darkened as if he had never been denied before. He
nodded and left through the en-suite. Raising myself up to my forearms I took
in his room. <i>So this is his room here. </i>Monochromatic
black and white made up a majority of his palate choice aside from his poppy
red silk shantung comforter. Everything was simple…yet elegant. It was clear to
me that Abel sought home comforts and swathed the hotel room with his
possessions. I guess a life on the road was a lonely one. Cocooning myself in
the lush bedding. There was no better place. And <i>his </i>scent. Lord above if I could bottle his essence I’d be a
wealthy chick. Grabbing his pillow I brought it to my nose inhaling his
heady alpha scent. A groan escaped and my clit was beyond engorged—needing
release. <i>I needed to steal this pillow</i>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Enjoying yourself?” His voice caught me off guard. I
cursed inwardly when I saw his smile reach his eyes<i>. Busted. </i>He abruptly reached for my legs and pulled me across the
bed. <i>Holy shit</i>. His eyes alit with
mischief as he pulled until my bottom was at the end of the bed. Lying there
naked, I started to feel self-conscience so I turned to grab the edge of the
comforter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Don’t hide your body from me, Gia. Spread your legs for me.
I want to see what’s mine. I want to taste your nectar.” He commands. And I obey
my spreading my legs. When he doesn’t respond, I get anxious. There’s a mirror
on the wall next to the bed and I can see my reflection. <i>What a turn on</i>. Me watching him—<i>us</i>.
His eyes visually devouring my pussy. He removes his towel from his waist and
turns to see me watching tentatively through the mirror. He grabbed hold of his
thick cock, stroking, smiling and watched me for a good long ass minute. This
is one big mind fuck and I’m barely holding my own. My blood boiled watching
his erotic exhibition. Boy was he a showman. He knelt down and seizing both
thighs pulling them back into a V across my chest. The image of us in the
mirror is suggestive. He pressed his nose along my pussy—inhaling deeply. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You’ve got such a pretty pussy, Gia. I’m a man starved for
this pussy. When I’m done, I’m going to fuck you like the devil. My cock will
be everything you’ve wished for, Babe.” He winked. </span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cocky motherfucker</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">. Holding my legs in place he dives
face first into my pussy pushing his tongue deep into me…growling…devouring.
The sounds of him sucking, licking and nipping my pussy had my muscles locking
up. I reached for his hair. I needed to touch him. I wanted to hold his head to
my pussy until I was good and ready to let go.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“, Put your damn hands above your head or I will tie you to
the bed.” He growled. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I acquiesced. I would fucking die or kill someone if he
stopped. <i>Oh, God, don’t stop</i>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“God has no place here, Babe.” His voice was demonic. </span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Did I just say that aloud?</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Never lifting his face from his
meal. He pushed my knees almost flush to my chest lathering his face in my
juice. <i>Oh, God. </i>Growling, biting and
sucking were sounds I would never forget. He was feral. Possessed. Using two
fingers, his index finger fucking me as he sucked my clit. My legs shaking with
deep vibrations, I started to rock my hips. Twisting the comforter in my hands,
I began to scream for my release. He didn’t stop. I barely registered the
rumbling from his chest as I floated back down to earth. My eyes now opening to
a savage beast. He leaned over to bite my inner thing. I yelped in surprise. He
stood tall and proud stroking his long thick massive cock. His face still
glistening with my cum Nothing registered to this alpha. He had one thing on
his mind and that was sinking his gorgeous cock into my soaked pussy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You want this cock now, Babe? He spoke through gritted
teeth. Still stroking his cock he spit in his hand. <i>Fucking hell.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Please, Abel. I want you now.” I begged. I needed him now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Need to hear you say it, Babe. Tell me you want me to sink
my cock deep into you.” He whispered, his voice barely audible.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The grit in his voice had me wanting to grab his dick and
fuck myself with it. He was watching me closely, his control threadbare.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Abel, fuck me with that big gorgeous cock of yours. Grind
that piercing over my clit.” I hissed. That did it! He couldn’t wait another
minute—neither could I. He teased the entrance with the head of his cock
agonizingly slow, paying special attention to my clit with his Apadravya. Back
and forth. Round and round. The pressure mounted. I couldn’t stand another
second of the exquisite torture. I leaned forward and grabbed his cock—hard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Stop fucking with me and take me already.” I hissed out my
plea. He answered by feeding me his cock one motherfucking inch at a time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I have to loosen you up a bit. I can’t go balls deep yet.
Let me work myself in there. Love my girl greedy for my cock. Have me harder
than fucking stone.” He spoke growled breathlessly. Leaning over me his eyes
hooded he fed me his delicious scorching cock. He leaned down over my face,
arms at either side of my head. His warm breath humming in my ear. His hand
reached down to stroke my clit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Come on, Babe. Open for me.” He rumbled. Thrusting a bit
harder and quicker I felt my body opening up for this mythical creature. My
eyes closed tightly and I tried to wrap my legs around his waist to lock him
into place.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Not yet, Babe. I haven’t worked in my rings yet. I’ll tell
you when you need to hang on.” He nipped my ear. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I sighed. Fuck, I thought he was all the way in. Christ, I’m
not built for this kind of torment. I reached down to his butt cheeks and
clamped down with my hands…pulling him deeper to me. He corkscrewed his ass
over and over. I screamed my pleasure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“That’s it, Mama. Scream for me. You’ll be doing a lot more
of that.” He proclaimed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Biting my lip to stay present and not float away…I took a
mental screenshot of this moment. I felt so full. My walls stretched to
accommodate his girth. Each thrust he sank deeper. And I fell a little harder.
Yeah I was fucked. Literally. The sound of my blood pumping through my veins
roared in my ears. I couldn’t tell if it was my breaths or his. It was a
hodgepodge of ecstasy. He reached his hand over pinning them above my head.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Arch your back for me, Babe, and spread those pretty legs
nice and wide. I’m going to own this pussy right the fuck now.” He gritted out.
I did as he asked completely submitting. After all this was what he asked for.
Complete and utter submission. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“That’s it, Babe. Offer me that sweet cunt.” He whispered.
How did he make my least favorite word sound like a fucking sonnet? I felt so
incredible—so alive. Our bodies in tune with one another. Rutting rhythmically
in a crescendo of lust. His frenulum rings hitting spots I’ve never sensed
before. He manipulated my body with expert precision. I regarded his handsome
face relishing beautiful man on top of me. His eyes bore into me with stealth
precision. Looking directly into my soul. He smiled wickedly kissing me deeply.
<i>Arrogant prick</i>. Yeah, he knew he was
the best ride in town. <i>Fuck me</i>.
Grinding my heels into the mattress to get better leverage I met him thrust for
thrust. He moved his fingers from my clit. His other hand still pinning my arms
above my head and pushed my right thigh up from under my knee. Hitting a whole
new angle I lost it. Screaming his name…my pussy clenched and squeezed his
cock. Jack hammering me a few good thrusts I felt his head swell further. He
released my hands rushing to his knees. After a few long strokes of his dick,
his hot thick ropes painted my tits and stomach with his come. Yeah, he was an
artist all right. His eyes were closed—mouth parted. His breathing hurried—body
still. He looked like a fucking God—absolutely stunning. I will never get this
image out of my head. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He opened his eyes finally…to see his handiwork. Abel
watched me closely. I smiled in post coital bliss. Blissed the fuck out. He
leaned over and on top of me kissing me with his full lips, coaxing my mouth
open with his talented wicked tongue. Not caring about the fact that his come
was smeared all over is body. Most men would mind. But, he <i>wasn’t</i> most men. I accepted with a moan. He kissed me for a
long while until sleep drew me under. I slept without dreams…just a piece of
colorful pastel swirls. If I had any conscience thought it felt much akin to
Alice and the rabbit hole. My body enveloped in his scent marking me right down
to the bone. I would forever be his…whether he knew it or not. His to control.
His to do with as he wished. His to consume…eating away at my very soul. I was
in that deep. My veins ran with his essence—fuelling nourishment my body
craved. His melodic gritty voice carried me to the surface of conciseness. It
was faint, but spoke to my heart—awakening me. I opened my eyes…seeking him
out. He was singing an acapella version of…? What song was that? I knew it
wasn’t one of Lethal Abel’s. I listened keenly…searching for any frame of
reference. Oh, I knew now! It was his version of Katy Perry’s Dark Horse.
His version had an edge to it. Nonetheless, it was beautiful. And more
importantly it was quintessential Abel. He mastered everything he did. It was
on his terms. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Make me your cubid</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Make me your one and only</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">But don’t make me your enemy, your enemy, your enemy</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">So you wanna play with magic</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Girl, you should know what you’re falling for</span></div>
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="h.gjdgxs"></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Baby, do you dare to do this?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cause I’m coming at you like a dark horse</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Are you ready for a perfect storm, a perfect storm?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cause once you’re mine, there’s no going back…</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Oh, God</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">. His version of reality was quickly
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me in his gravely tones—carrying me to him. </span></div>
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eastern seaboard will be affected unless we figure out how to stop them. The
issue is that at the rate people are falling to this, all of the scientists
with the knowledge to fix them will be overtaken before they have a chance. Please
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people. These nanobots work on a molecular level. Everything they come in
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Isis and her boyfriend, David, are on the brink of a horrible transformation and they are eager to stop it. Together, they set out on a quest to Greece to find Isis’ biological father—the only person that may be able to help them. Their journey comes to an abrupt stop before it even begins when Isis falls ill, and Eros, David’s best friend, arrives in Athens, unannounced and curious…with a plan of his own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Nely Cab has lived and resided in a small, quiet South Texas town most of her life. She worked in banking for several years, before she relocated to Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico in 2001, where she dedicated time to the study of culinary arts and the art of oil painting. After her return to the U.S., Nely resumed her employment in banking and later transitioned to the field of Social Work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">I grabbed the album while still a little dizzy from my revelation. “This is signed by Peter Lane!” In a grand master flash I was standing on the sofa, bouncing and squealing at the top of my lungs, “Oh, my God, Peter Lane! Peter freaking Lane!” It was a proud fangirl moment—the flipping out over the scribbling of a dead legend that sat in my hands. My only embarrassment was over how I ever missed who the guy was. Thankfully Rob missed it too. With a jump I flipped my legs out from under me and landed my butt on the sofa. “Well, Peter Lane, I certainly never expected to meet you, such as it is.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt;">Olivia is determined to be successful. She’s smart, beautiful and driven. While working her way up the corporate ranks in her first job out of Grad School at Dolby Incorporated, Olivia finally has a chance to prove just how talented she is. The client she’s been given is Matasuki International, but when she starts reading through the files on the company she finds something disturbing. There are convenient deaths associated with their acquisitions division. The man behind this company is Isamu Matasuki, a powerful and ruthless chairman. Yet there seems to be only generic press release type information on him. When she asks her longtime friend and co-worker in the legal department to get her more information from his former job at the FBI, he disappears and Olivia knows it’s because of Matasuki and his shadowy companion.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt;">Determined to find out what happened to her friend Paul, and keep her boss, Tyson Grant and Dolby protected, she enlists the help of new neighbor and lover, corporate security specialist, and private investigator, Brian. Olivia knows she can use Matasuki’s interest in Dolby and her to get close enough to stop him, but is the risk worth it? Even if she saves Dolby, he’ll just move on to the next, and that company is Dolby’s chief rival, Stein Brothers. Can she just sit back and let that happen or is Olivia willing to lose everyone and everything she loves in order to take Matasuki down?</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Cat Fingal, the
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">12th
May. Visited Caitriona tonight for the first time since becoming a monster. She
slept, unaware of my presence, & for a time, I was content simply to
observe. As the hours passed, I began to wonder what might happen if she awoke
to find me in her room. Would she think me a wraith? Would she think it a
dream? Desiring to know, & to get closer, I sat down on the corner of the
bed, alert for any stirrings. Seeing none, I crawled up the bed until I reached
her side. Still she did not stir. Ever so carefully, I set my head upon the
pillow next to hers. She slept on. Drinking in her scent, I felt contentment
for the first time since fate & Fitzgerald
tore us apart. I closed my eyes & must have drifted off, because next I
knew, her arm fell across my chest. Startled awake, I found her blinking at me
in disbelief.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I lay
there, still as death, waiting for her to react. Her hand moved up my chest to
my face. She dragged her fingers across my jaw, pressed them against my lips,
touched the end of my nose, my eyebrows, my forehead. As she combed back my
hair, she whispered: “This must be a dream. But you feel so real, so alive. I
don’t ken how such a thing is possible; nor do I care. I only pray I shall
never awaken.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
kept still. I could hear her heartbeat, smell her blood, but her blood was not
what I craved. She set her head on my chest & started to sob.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Can
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it was over, I collapsed beside her, feeling so elated, so profoundly moved, I
very nearly wept.</span></div>
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set her head against my chest. “Will you promise me something?”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Nina
Mason is a hopeful romantic with strong affinities for history, mythology, and
the metaphysical. She strives to write the same kind of books she loves to
read: those that entertain, edify, educate, and enlighten. Three of her books
will be published in 2014: The Queen of Swords, an urban fantasy/paranormal
romance; The Knight of Wands, book one in the Knights of Avalon Series; and The
Tin Man, a political thriller about the dangers posed by media monopolies. She is currently at work on Book Two of the
Knights of Avalon series and is itching to get back to a book she started a
while back about a merman who falls for an oil company spokeswoman after a
phantom tanker capsizes on the coast of the Hebrides islands. When not writing,
Nina works as a communications consultant, doll maker, and home stager. Born
and raised in Southern California, she now lives in Woodstock, Georgia, with
her husband, teenage daughter, two rescue cats, and a Westie named Robert.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Website:
<a href="http://ninamasonauthor.com/">http://ninamasonauthor.com</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Blog:
<a href="http://ninamasonromance.blogspot.com/">http://ninamasonromance.blogspot.com</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/ninamasonauthor">http://www.goodreads.com/ninamasonauthor</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A.<i> The Queen of Swords</i>
tells the story of a bookish white witch who returns every century to reunite
with her earthbound soul mate. He’s a Scottish earl turned vampire by a dark
wizard’s curse back in the Regency era on the eve of their wedding. She came
back once before in the Edwardian era only to be killed by his maker in the
same manner as before. He believes he has no soul, so can’t understand why she
keeps coming back. She believes he does have a soul and that she comes back to
free him from the curse. The story follows their journey as they try to work
out who’s right and how they can stop history from repeating.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A. My current work-in-progress is book two in The Knights of
Avalon series. After that, I haven’t decided. Probably another paranormal
romance/urban fantasy. I’ve got a stalled manuscript about an oil company
spokeswoman who gets involved with a merman during an oil spill in the
Hebrides. Might get back to that one, or write one featuring Benedict and
Avery, the secondary couple in <i>The Queen
of Swords</i>. I’d also like to maybe write a sequel to <i>The Tin Man</i>, my political thriller releasing in August. It tells of
two journalists thrown together to solve a series of murders tied to a global
conspiracy to take over the media.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A. All of my paranormal stories are inspired by my love
of the history and mythology of
Scotland, my interest in the unknowable, and my belief in the redemptive power
of love. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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About as soon as I could write the alphabet. When I was a kid, I won an essay
contest sponsored by the local library (I was an avid reader and always did the
summer reading challenge). Back in the days of typewriters, I wrote a romance
novel about a couple of ballet dancers, but never did anything with it. Didn’t
try my hand at fiction again until five or six years ago, when I started what
is now <i>The Queen of Swords.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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I started the first draft after reading <i>Twilight.</i>
While I liked the saga, I also found myself frustrated by the lack of sex and
Edward’s lack of history. In literature, vampires originally personified
uncaged sexuality, so a chaste vampire seemed counter-intuitive to me. Plus, I
felt writing an immortal creature provided fantastic opportunities to build an
interesting backstory. What had he/she seen and experienced over the centuries?
How was he/she affected by it? My immortal characters all have a history tied
to the world and what they’ve seen and experienced has colored them in some
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motivations, setting, and where I want the story to go. I also tend to do index
cards for each scene or major plot point from start to finish. Once I begin to
write, it can go completely off the rails, depending on where the characters
want to take it. As long as they’re reaching the touchstones, I let them do
what they want. If they go too far off track, I either re-plot the novel or
rein them in, depending on which direction seems better at the time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A. I love them all, of course. Graham, the hero in The Queen
of Swords, is both noble and funny. Callum, the hero in The Knight of Wands, is
a good-hearted romantic. Leith, the hero of my WIP, is a bit on the dark side,
but still well-intentioned. If pressed to pick just one, I’d have to go with
Alex Buchanan, the journalist hero in <i>The
Tin Man</i>. He’s very complex and has lots of demons to overcome, but also is a
really good guy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I'm an obsessive daydreamer. Lover of loud alternative music. Addicted to Red Bull. I love to laugh until it hurts. Fall is my favorite season. Black is my favorite 'shade.' Strong believer in the saying: there is a reason for everything, therefore I search for 'marked moments' every moment of everyday...and I find them. Life is beautiful!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Jamie Magee has always believed that each of us have a defining gift that sets us apart from the rest of the world, she has always envied those who have known from their first breath what their gift was. Not knowing hers, she began a career in the fast paced world of business. Raising a young family, and competing to rise higher in that field would drive some to the point of insanity, but she always found a moment of escape in a passing daydream. Her imagination would take her to places she'd never been, introduce her to people she's never known. Insight, her debuting novel, is a result of that powerful imagination. Today, she is grateful that not knowing what defined her, led her on a path of discovery that would always be a part of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Web: http://www.authorjamiemagee.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Jamie_Magee_
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Insight.Jamie.Magee
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Jamie-Magee/e/B004DAU5JY/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1398214175&sr=1-2-ent
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<span style="line-height: normal;">Becoming a priest wasn’t his plan, but when Tyler Oswin suffers a tragic loss, the safety of the church seemed the perfect place to find solace and peace. Now Father Hugh, he works and tries to do good but his carnal nature always seems to get in the way of fully committing to his new profession.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: normal;">Amy Lansing felt lost as a teenager after her father died and deals with her loneliness by joining the convent. She’s not living - she’s hiding. Holding onto the past is keeping her from dealing with her future and when she meets Father Hugh, her heart starts beating again, despite knowing that there can never be anything more than a friendship between them. </span></div>
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<span style="line-height: normal;">With all that has happened in the past, and the difficulty of their current situation, it seems that neither Tyler nor Amy will find the happily ever after they are both desperately searching for. But love has a way of bringing them together, only to find that his sins from the past will threaten their future.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: normal;"><b>He’s No Saint is a love story for all who believe in fighting for love. It is a stand-alone novel written by AJ Harmon, author of the best-selling series First Class Novels.</b></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US">The Trust Me? Trilogy <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Jenifer
Taylor is content with her life, dull and boring as it is. Being absent from
the dating scene means she doesn’t have to deal with the major trust issues she
has with men that stem from a controlling and aggressive ex-boyfriend and an
absentee father. She’s happy being
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billionaire son of Alistair O’Connell, who owns Mornington Vale’s largest
financial corporation. Aiden is an up-and-coming young businessman who's ready
to take on the vice presidency of his father’s company. He is the good son, and
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ways but comes to a head when Aiden is investigated for a serious crime. As her trust issues spark, she is forced to
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<span lang="EN-US">I turn
to face him; he puts his other arm around me. We are in the same position as
before when the last kiss attempt failed. My arms are tight around his neck,
his arms around my waist. I look down. He lifts up my chin so I’m lost in his
gaze. His hand goes back to my waist. He swallows; I think he’s as nervous as I
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I know what’s happening, his lips are on mine. I give in and surrender to him
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<span lang="EN-US">This
feels like one of my fantasies, only way, way better. He holds me tight as one
hand moves from my waist to caress my cheek, kissing me softly but sensually.
My hands move to the back of his head, and I grab a lock of hair in each hand.
He moves our bodies so that I’m against the railing at the edge of the deck. He
moves his hand from my waist to hold the rail as I still grasp his hair. The
kissing becomes feverishly passionate; his tongue against mine as they
intertwine with each other. Our breathing becomes faster and erratic. Our
kissing becomes more intimate. We are in perfect sync with each other. I pull
him closer to me, our whole bodies touching. My heart is pounding fast and
hard. His hand moves from my face to the back of my head, pulling me tight. He
moves my hair from the side of my neck, breaks our kiss and kisses my neck
slowly and seductively. I sigh and breathe in a stuttering motion. I open my
eyes to see the waitress standing there, gawking at us. I stiffen as I see her.
He pulls back and looks at me. With my eyes, I gesture toward the waitress. He
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<span lang="EN-US">K E
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I'm an obsessive daydreamer. Lover of loud alternative music. Addicted to Red Bull. I love to laugh until it hurts. Fall is my favorite season. Black is my favorite 'shade.' Strong believer in the saying: there is a reason for everything, therefore I search for 'marked moments' every moment of everyday...and I find them. Life is beautiful!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Jamie Magee has always believed that each of us have a defining gift that sets us apart from the rest of the world, she has always envied those who have known from their first breath what their gift was. Not knowing hers, she began a career in the fast paced world of business. Raising a young family, and competing to rise higher in that field would drive some to the point of insanity, but she always found a moment of escape in a passing daydream. Her imagination would take her to places she'd never been, introduce her to people she's never known. Insight, her debuting novel, is a result of that powerful imagination. Today, she is grateful that not knowing what defined her, led her on a path of discovery that would always be a part of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Marked by the old gods of Pagan Scotland, Gruoch learns arcane wizardry from the Wyrd Sisters and meets her true love, a druid named Banquo. But when powerful forces play with her fate, Gruoch finds herself married to Macbeth and the reigning Queen of Scotland, for better or worse. Can she fulfill her destiny without blood on her hands? </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Milo Mitchell's life used to be charmed, but that was before her father died, she went a little crazy, and her best friends started acting more like strangers. One Saturday morning as she roams the land around her family's Colorado wind farm, tagging deer for a project that used to be her father's, Milo makes a big mistake: a dart from her stun-gun takes down a teenage guy.</div>
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Dressed in a Brinoi tux and armed with a perfectly starched handkerchief, the guy looks like a young James Bond - or some country's missing, playboy prince. Trouble is, he could be either. Mr. Mystery has no idea who or where he is. Afraid her dart caused his amnesia, Milo takes him in, names him Nick, and tries to get used to a hot guy sharing her bedroom.</div>
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But Milo's Nick is more than he appears. Soon the pair find his face in a newspaper obituary, and Nick beings to have memories of Milo - who is sure she's never met him. If 'Nick' survived a plunge off a steep cliffside on his way to a family camping trip, why did Milo find him dozens of miles away, wearing a freshly pressed tuxedo? If he's just a high-school athlete, why does he have moves like Jason Bourne? And why does he feel more for her than his surviving family?</div>
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When a train of black SUVs shows up on Mitchell property, Nick and Milo run - toward a shocking conclusion that could destroy both their worlds.</div>
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I shouldn’t have come to Milo’s house, but I was riding for my life, and when I thought about it ending, all I’d wanted—literally the only thing I thought about—was her.</div>
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It was startling, the clarity, the sense of purpose, because shortly after I saw Milo’s concert, I got mind-jacked. I didn’t know by what, but the presence had a serious hard-on for calculus and physics, other things I shouldn’t know or care about. I had a freaky suspicion that it was the Real Me, and that the Real Me was some kind of wizard/astrophysicist.</div>
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I spent two days in my bed after it happened, hung over on numbers, figures, but by the third day I could handle it. And my superpower had come back, stronger.</div>
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I knew intuitively how to control the van, how many meters away the Harley was when I landed, how to start it, how to drive it.</div>
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I ran for it as the van spun, tires screeching as it turned to come back for me. It had been modified, was faster than the bike, but I knew the town grid completely, and I’d clogged their fuel injector, which meant that ten minutes after our little chase started, I had lost them.</div>
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I doubled back, took an indirect path to get to Milo’s house. I didn’t want to leave an easy trail. When I pulled up and they were nowhere to be seen, I thought I had evaded them, told myself I had gotten away. But it wasn’t until I saw Milo that I realized what I’d done. I should have added to my lead, driven far away, stolen another bike, a car, hopped a train, gone anywhere but were I was. Where she was.</div>
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And what did I get for my utter stupidity?</div>
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Milo, wide-eyed and concerned. Milo, rubbing my back, tapping my knee. Milo heedless of the danger. Milo, achingly close.</div>
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She was leaning over me now, blowing on the scrape she’d just cleaned. “That feel any better?”</div>
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I nodded, my nose and forehead digging into her blankets.</div>
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“Good.” I felt her hand trail up my spine, then lift away and land atop my hair.</div>
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“You can go to sleep, you know. I’ll keep watch, just in case.”</div>
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I shook my head, dizzy from the pill and her soft hand. “I need to…leave…”</div>
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<strong><u>Trapped ( Here #2) Releases on March 19, 2014</u></strong></div>
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When Milo Mitchell falls for the beautiful, tuxedo-clad guy she found wandering her family’s rural Colorado property, she never dreamed he was a scout from another galaxy, or that their relationship would leave him with an impossible choice: eradicating humankind, or initiating the end of his own people.</div>
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Nick’s job is finding the elements his people need to power their elaborate interweb of minds. Being a scout means he is capable of traveling to other planets on his own. It also means that, unlike The Rest, he has access to primitive feelings and individual desires. For eons, he was part of the whole, but when he encountered Milo, his obsession with her changed everything.</div>
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Nick’s partner, Vera, is capable of independent thought, but not compelled by it. She is satisfied with her existence as one of The Rest, and she won’t agree that humans are worth sparing; not when their planet has a precious cache of the gold her people need so badly.</div>
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While Vera tries to force Nick into endorsing an Earth invasion, working behind the scenes to tie his hands, and the Department of Defense lays a trap for them with Milo’s mom as bait, Nick and Milo are waging their own war – against a primal desire that can only lead to one thing: heartbreak.</div>
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<strong><u>About Ella James</u></strong></div>
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Ella James is a Colorado author who writes teen and adult romance. She is happily married to a man who knows how to wield a red pen, and together they are raising a feisty two-year-old who will probably grow up believing everyone’s parents go to war over the placement of a comma.</div>
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Ella’s books have been listed on numerous Amazon bestseller lists, including the Movers & Shakers list and the Amazon Top 100; two were listed among Amazon’s Top 100 Young Adult Ebooks of 2012.</div>
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To find out more about Ella’s projects and get dates on upcoming releases, find her on Facebook at facebook.com/ellajamesauthorpage and follow her blog, <a data-mce-href="http://www.ellajamesbooks.com/" href="http://www.ellajamesbooks.com/" rel="nofollow">http://www.ellajamesbooks.com</a>. Questions or comments? Tweet her at author_ellaj or e-mail her at <a data-mce-href="mailto:ella_f_james@ymail.com" href="mailto:ella_f_james@ymail.com">ella_f_james@ymail.com</a>.</div>
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I will be posting reviews/cover reveals and other cool stuff over the next few weeks so KEEP your eyes peeled!</div>
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