Blazing #BlogTour: Legacy of Evil by Sharon Buchbinder

The exciting next installment from the Hotel LaBelle Series by Sharon Buchbinder
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Sharon Buchbinder
Series: Hotel LaBelle Series Book 2
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Publication Date: October 13, 2017
Legacy of Evil
One battle, one outcome. Who will win? Good or evil?
When a wild mustang is shot in Montana, renowned horse whisperer and telepath, Emma Horserider, is called in to calm the herd and find out what happened. Once on scene she is almost killed by a bullet-spewing drone, and calls her black ops brother for back-up.
Emma’s help roars into her life covered in tattoos and riding a Harley. Remote viewer Bronco Winchester takes the assignment because he is ordered to, but he wonders what type of assistance, his boss’s sister needs. That is until he sees Emma, a valiant Warrior Woman proud of her Crow heritage.
Posing as a married couple, Emma and Bronco go undercover to infiltrate and stop a hate group. Both are anxious enough without the now growing attachment they feel for one another. When the lives of many are on the line, they are not sure if they will live or die—let alone have a chance at love.
Sharon Buchbinder has done it again! This book has quickly became a favorite of mine and with every word, I was hanging on for dear life.
– Virginia Marks, Goodreads Reviewer
I love this series. The paranormal and mystic surprises and suspense in this book make it a very entertaining read.
– Laurie Beemer, Goodreads Reviewer

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Chapter One

Crow Reservation, Montana

Brandon Winchester, aka Bronco, rapped at the door of the address his boss, Bert Blackfeather, had texted him that morning with instructions to get there pronto. Pushing the big bike as hard as he dared, it had taken him most of the day to get from Colorado to the Crow Reservation in Montana. Once there, he had to navigate his way through the maze of streets, pick-up trucks, SUVs, horseback riders, kids kicking a soccer ball, clusters of adults, and a yappy little dog determined to pursue him for the last mile. Saddle sore, tired, and hungry, he thought about his breakfast back in Denver, and his stomach growled.

Much earlier that day, he’d been sitting in a restaurant, the kind he preferred with three glass sides and the kitchen at his back. On a much needed break between cases, Bronco had been inhaling a mountain of sausages and pancakes dripping with syrup, occasionally slipping a link to his whining friend in his mesh-topped leather backpack. When his phone buzzed and Bert’s number popped up, he knew it was urgent. Sticky fingers smearing prints on the screen, he had finally gotten the phone up to his ear.

Bert’s voice boomed. “We’ve got a situation, and you’re the closest guy I’ve got in the region.”

“What’s the assignment?”

His boss barked, “When you get there you’ll find out.”

Bert never snapped at his agents. Calm and cool under pressure, the big man’s voice held a note of panic.

Something was wrong. Dreadfully wrong.

“Hey, man.” Bronco waved at the server for the check. “I’m not trying to give you a hard time. Just trying to figure out what you need me to take care of.”

“I’m texting you the address. Drop whatever you’re doing and get out there. Call me on my secure line when you arrive.”

Bronco licked his fingers and sighed. He’d been hoping to break the long dry spell created by his last two assignments. So much for asking that cute little blonde in the next booth who’d been flirting with him for the last thirty minutes if she wanted to go for a ride.

“Okay, boss, I’m on it.”

“Good. And by the way, don’t take no for an answer.”

He stared at the silent phone. Don’t take no for an answer? What was that supposed to mean? Mounting his bike and kicking it into high gear, he guessed he’d find out soon enough.

Bronco now stood squinting in the late afternoon sun, knocking at a door with no bell, and waiting for a response. Dogs barked and a window curtain twitched. Good. Someone was home. He adjusted his pack, leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and said, “Any time now.” As the words slid out of his mouth, he heard the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being pumped.

Uh. Oh.

He raised his hands. “Don’t shoot. I’m unarmed.” Turning slowly to face his fate, his jaw fell open, and his heart rate kicked up a notch from being on the wrong end of a shotgun or from the weapon holder’s looks, he wasn’t sure. A raven haired Amazon in a tank top, jeans, and metal tipped cowboy boots held the Mossberg 500 in a perfect military stance. Long strands of hair blew across her face in the hot breeze. A large purple bruise bloomed on her left cheek. She squinted her dark brown eyes and gave him a laser-beam once over from his dusty black boots to his sweat soaked do- rag.

“Who are you, and what do you want?”

If he hadn’t been so intent on not getting killed, he would have spent more time staring at those full, luscious, kissable lips and thinking about how she would taste. As it was, he guessed he had less than a minute to respond before getting blasted into the next county.

“Bronco Winchester. Bert Blackfeather sent me.”

Shaking her head, she lowered her weapon, a grimace pulling those pretty lips downward. “Tell him I said no.”

“We have a problem. My boss specifically ordered me not to take no for an answer.”

She scowled, and he could have sworn sparks flew from her eyes. “Asshat.”

“Pardon me?”

She pointed at the door. “Go ahead. It’s not locked. I don’t need a security system.”

Bronco stepped aside. “Ladies first.” Just as the woman passed him to enter the house, his backpack shifted and wiggled.   Not a good time.  The   weight bounced up and down and paws thumped his back in response.

She stood in the doorway and waved him inside. Three large, mixed-breed dogs greeted them with howls and wagging tails.

He chuckled. “These are your watch dogs?” His laugh caught in his throat when she gestured and the pack stood and began to growl and raise their hackles. “Just kidding. Good doggies.”

Another hand signal and the snarling Cujo wannabes sat and wagged their tails. He could have sworn they were smirking at him. “I stand corrected.”

“Yes, you do. And yes, you will be.” After retrieving the chambered shells, she placed the weapon in a rack at the side of the door. “We’re going to call my darling brother and get this little misunderstanding straightened out.”

Bronco’s tongue untangled, “Your what?”

She snorted, “Let me guess. He didn’t tell you I’m his sister.”

He shook his head, and the backpack quaked and emitted a low growl.

The dogs took note, three heads swiveling in a choreographed move that would have broken the Internet, had he gotten it on video. The largest dog, a German shepherd mix, stood on his hind legs like a human and stared at the now dancing rucksack.

“Whatever you’ve got in your pack, you’d better let it out before my dogs knock you down.”

“Probably not a great idea.” The beast on his back yowled. Bad timing, my friend.

Hand on her hip, Amazon woman stared at him and waited in silence.

Bronco sighed. “Okay. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. You can come out now, Gaucho.” He set the pack on a chair and unzipped the mesh top. An enormous harness-wearing spotted cat with long tufts at the tips of his black ears launched himself out of the bag, landed on his shoulder, teetered for a nanosecond, and then wrapped himself around Bronco’s neck. The end of a long leash rested in Bronco’s hand. Loud purring commenced—and the dogs erupted in howling.


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About Sharon Buchbinder

Sharon Buchbinder

Sharon Buchbinder has been writing fiction since middle school and has the rejection slips to prove it. An RN, she provided health care delivery, became a researcher, association executive, and obtained a PhD in Public Health. When not teaching or writing, she can be found fishing, walking her dogs, or breaking bread and laughing with family and friends in Baltimore, MD and Punta Gorda, FL.
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Blazing #BlogTour: Monsters & Angels by Anne Marie Andrus

Monsters & Angels
Anne Marie Andrus
Publication date: October 11th 2017
Genres: Historical, New Adult, Paranormal Romance

Fledgling nurse Sorcha Alden knew she had the skills to save lives, but she never dreamed that her own life would be the one in danger.

Driven by tragedy to honor her family name, Sorcha embarks on a journey that takes her from the bleak but familiar streets of New York, through the sultry and seductive city of New Orleans, and into the brutal jungles of Nepal. Forging friendships and carrying on her mother’s mission of healing was her dream. Plunging into a love affair with the mysterious Dr. Ashayle could have been a fairytale.

Being murdered and waking up as a blood-thirsty monster—became her living nightmare.

Torn away form a life that had just begun, Sorcha returns to New Orleans as a newborn vampire, forced to start over in a cutthroat underworld of devilry and decadence. Complicated politics, bitter rivals and jealous ancestors stand between her and the promises she’s still determined to keep.

In a realm where the boundary between good and evil is as murky as the Mississippi River and immortal does not mean invincible, will Sorcha ever risk her shattered heart and love again? Can the magical harmony of the Crescent City give her enough courage to fulfill her eternal destiny?

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The door chime on Thursday evening caught the attention of the whole house.

“Sorcha,” Angela called out. “You have a visitor!”

Whole hospital heard that. Smoothing out the black skirt and crimson cotton blouse, Sorcha made one last check of her lipstick and hair. She grabbed her small purse, wrapped it around her wrist and hurried to the door. Her appearance in the entry collided with deafening silence. Did I forget a piece of clothing?

“Sorcha.” Vir held out his hand and guided her down the stairs. “You look ravishing. I’ve never seen your hair down—it’s gorgeous.” He twirled one of the soft curls in his fingers and placed it back on her shoulder.

“Thank you. You look dashing as well.” Black trousers and a white collared shirt were a perfect contrast to his rich, smooth skin. Sorcha’s heart fluttered remembering their first kiss. I’d very much like another.

 After the village band’s first set, Vir coaxed Sorcha away from the punch bowl and paper lanterns.

“But, we just got here.” Sorcha pretended to drag her feet.

The full moon shed barely enough light to follow a winding trail in the deep forest.

“The clearing is right ahead.” Vir clutched her hand.

Sorcha’s jaw dropped when she saw thousands of delicate flowers blooming in the deep grooves of ancient tree bark. Some petals were multicolored, while others were solid. They were all vibrant, including blossoms of pure white.

“They’re rare orchids—the roots draw the moisture from the air.” He reached down for a flower that had fallen to the forest floor. “I don’t like to pick these, but this one dropped here especially for you.” He held it up so Sorcha could inhale the scent and then tucked it behind her ear. “So beautiful.”

As good as their first kiss was, the second kiss was better. In the scattered glow filtered through swaying trees, Vir took Sorcha’s hands and lifted them to his lips. He kissed each knuckle, never taking his eyes off hers as a light breeze swirled around them.

“You look like the girl from my dreams, sparkling in the rays of the moon.” He grasped one of Sorcha’s wrists and gently bent it behind her back, pulling her close. “I’ve got you.”

Sorcha’s knees buckled, but Vir held her steady. “You do have me.”

“Indeed.” Vir’s voice was a breathless whisper.

Electricity ricocheted from Sorcha’s ears to her fingers, down to her toes and back again as she met his kiss, immediately deeper than their first one. His free hand found her neck, squeezing gently at the base of her throat.

The dirt beneath their feet quivered and startled them out of their trance.

Sorcha’s back stiffened. “Did you feel…?”

Vir took a step back. “Yes, but I think I heard something too.”

Sorcha put her finger to her lips before tiptoeing to the edge of the clearing and peering into the brush. “I saw a shimmer.”

“Don’t call me crazy, but I’ve seen that a million times.” Vir crouched over her shoulder. “My parents always said it was my mind playing tricks.”

Author Bio:

Anne Marie has been an equestrienne, chorale singer, candy-striper, EMT, and baseball fan. Roaming the back roads of New Jersey with her family, she found great respect for antiques, historical locations and the stories they hold. Her current list of favorite pastimes include coffee, bourbon, and Les Miserables–which requires more bourbon. She has been known to attend sporting events just for the flyover. The boat she and her husband christened Glory Days, is her escape from the chaos of everyday life.

The inspiration for Anne Marie’s debut novel, Monsters & Angels, is her fascination with vampires and her passion for everything New Orleans. When she isn’t writing, she can be found working nights with the critical care team in a busy trauma center.

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Blazing #BlogTour: Damned by Alexandrea Weis & Lucas Astor

Alexandrea Weis & Lucas Astor
Publication date: October 3rd 2017
Genres: Adult, Supernatural

Over a hundred years after the death of Magnus Blackwell, Altmover Manor sits abandoned.

Lexie Arden and her fiancé, Will Bennet, are determined to rescue the neglected Mount Desert Island landmark. They want to make Altmover Manor their home. But Magnus has other plans.

A spirit bound to his former residence, Magnus finds himself inexplicably drawn to the young woman. She has a supernatural gift; a gift Magnus wants to exploit.

As Lexie and Will settle in, secrets from Magnus’s past begin to surface. Compelled to learn all she can about the former owner, Lexie becomes immersed in a world of voodoo, curses, and the whereabouts of a mysterious dragon cane.

Magnus’s crimes won’t be so easily forgotten, and what Lexie unearths is going to change the future … for everyone.

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Inside the master bathroom, Lexie closed the door and switched on the light.

What is going on?

At the vanity, she fought to find a rational explanation for the change in Will.

“He’s worried about the money, and this house is zapping his energy. Get a grip.”

She flipped on the cold water, splashed her face, and reached for her toothbrush when a chill entered the room.

“Not again.” She squeezed the toothbrush.

Her reflection clouded over as smoke obscured her bathroom mirror. She gasped as the smoke turned into the face of a man.

Lexie wanted to scream for Will, but the face changed. This wasn’t Magnus Blackwell, but someone else. With black wavy hair, warm brown eyes, and a pleasing curve to his chin, he looked at Lexie and smiled.

“Hello, Frances.”

Lexie dropped her toothbrush and ran from the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?” Will asked as she entered the bedroom.

He’d changed into his blue pajama bottoms and thrown his jeans and briefs on the floor. Will seemed so normal, so calm, she didn’t have the heart to upset him.

“I saw a big spider.”

“Yeah, getting the exterminator out here to spray is on my to-do list.” Will pulled back the covers on the bed. “I’ll call him this week. Be careful rummaging around the attic. I don’t want you to get bit by anything.”

She jogged around to her side of the bed. “I’ll keep an eye out.”

Once settled under the covers, Lexie cuddled against him.

Will wrapped an arm around her. “You’re shivering.”

She nuzzled her head into his chest. “It was a really big spider.”

“You want me to go in there and kill it for you?”

She sighed, calming down. “No, Will. This one may already be dead.”

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Lucas Astor is from New York, has resided in Central America and the Middle East, and traveled through Europe. He lives a very private, virtually reclusive lifestyle, preferring to spend time with a close-knit group of friends than be in the spotlight.

He is an author and poet with a penchant for telling stories that delve into the dark side of the human psyche. He likes to explore the evil that exists, not just in the world, but right next door behind a smiling face.

Photography, making wine, and helping endangered species are just some of his interests. Lucas is an expert archer and enjoys jazz, blues, and classical music.

One of his favorite quotes is: “It’s better to be silent than be a fool.” ~Harper Lee (To Kill a Mockingbird)

Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans. Having been brought up in the motion picture industry, she learned to tell stories from a different perspective and began writing at the age of eight. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning novels, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable. A permitted/certified wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in New Orleans.


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Blazing #BlogTour: Beyond Moondust #Trilogy by J.E. Niccasio

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FromTheSkyRedo_Nicassio_coverFrom the Sky (Beyond Moondust Trilogy #1)
by J.E. Niccasio
Genre: YA Sci-fi/Romance


From the Sky from best-selling author J.E. Nicassio writes the kind of close encounter that will leave readers spellbound. 

When high school junior, Samantha Hunter, and her father move to New Mexico, it’s a chance to leave tragedy behind and start over. However, the arrival of a dark-haired stranger changes everything. Lucien introduces Sam to the prospect of enjoying life again, and to the hidden world of aliens. But crazier than that, Lucien doesn’t feel entirely like a stranger. Redemption and romance follow Sam in her new life as she works to understand the alien-human romance she’s developing—a romance that feels beyond her control. There’s something bigger happening around her, and to her, too, and this is just the beginning…. 

—J. E. Nicassio packs in the action like a superhero movie— From the Sky has all the hallmarks of a Hollywood blockbuster—ready to light up the sky like a fleet of UFOs. “A must read! It had me from the very beginning to the last word. Every page had a plot twist and turn to make my imagination run wild.”  —Online Book Nicassio is a freelance writer and MUFON (Mutual UFO Network) Field Investigator in Pittsburgh, PA, where she resides with her mother, two sons, and German Shepherd, Ava. She loves writing and is passionate about creating stories that entertain and comes straight from the heart. Her Children’s book, Rocky (About Rockefeller Center and a tiny Christmas tree named Rocky) made the Amazon Top Ten Christmas Book List in 2016.

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Dear Emma,

I’m writing this while watching my grandchildren make sandcastles. The sun and the salt of the ocean remind me of him. It reminded me of you, also. You’re probably wondering why I’m contacting you after all these years. I ask myself the same question. I thought it was time you knew the truth, especially you, dear friend…

I wanted to tell you all those years ago, and while you read this, you will find out why I didn’t. My troubled heart hopes you will believe what I should have told you then. Don’t hate me for not telling you, Emma; I had very good reason not to. When I look at my grandson as he plays, the eyes staring back at me were his eyes. I know now more than ever that it wasn’t a dream. Now, you will know the truth. And in time, everyone will. Please have an open mind while reading my journal and understand why I couldn’t tell you. It began the day of my mother’s funeral. You remember that awful day. You were there with me.

All my love,





The morning dew kissed the steep slope and ridge boughs of the winding road. I loved how the shade of the sugar maple trees blanketed the dense, mossy hollow of Hidden Valley.

I heard the thud before the antlers crashed through the windshield. Without thinking, my hands covered my eyes as the car flipped over the guardrail and down the embankment. The seatbelt pulled tight across my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs. The car rolled and rolled until it stopped on its side. I hit my head on the window, and everything went black.

I’m unsure of how long I had been unconscious, but I woke up to the flash of a bright light and realized I was trapped. It was the seatbelt. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t undo my seatbelt. I felt something wet and warm. A sweet, metallic, pungent smell entered my nose. Blood.

“Finn….” I struggled to speak.

He didn’t answer. There was only the rattling of metal and the sound of whizzing air, like when a can of Coke is opened after it’s been shaken.

“Finn, talk to me, please. Are you hurt?”

A second bright light flashed beyond the trees. In the distance, the rustling of movement and low voices were coming closer.

“We’re here,” I struggled to get the words out. “Help!” I tried shouting, but the belt made it hard to raise my voice. There was no way they would find us. Just when I thought all hope was lost, I felt someone at my side.

“Don’t be afraid. I got you,” the stranger said. It was a man’s voice, and he spoke gently to me, instantly soothing my worries.

The seatbelt snapped open, and I could breathe again.

“She’s free,” the stranger said. His words rolled off his lips like liquid gold.

Am I dead? Is he an angel?

My fingers trailed loosely at my side as he dragged me across the dry soil. He laid me down on the forest ground away from the wreckage.

The blurred figure above me pulled his shirt off and tucked it underneath my head. For a moment, I was enveloped in his scent, and he lifted my head just enough for me to see my brand-new iPhone crushed on the ground beside me.

“My brother?” I whispered. My voice still not as strong as it should’ve been.

“Shhh. Don’t try to speak,” the stranger said, pushing my hair away from my face. When he did, a calmness swept over me.

“What do you think you’re doing? Just leave her,” another voice said. I hadn’t known anyone else was there.

“Help my brother,” I said, more clearly now.

“I’m so sorry—” the first man started, but he didn’t have to finish. I already knew Finn was dead.

The shadowy figure placed his hands on me.

“Don’t do it,” said the second voice. “We have to leave now.”

“No! We caused this!” the first voice begged.

“Stop! You must not. Let’s just go.”

“I’ve got to do something. She’ll die…”

“It’s not for you to decide! It’s not allowed.

There’ll be consequences, brother.”

“I can’t let her die.”

“You can’t, or you won’t?”

“I won’t!”

“No…” I tried to tell them both. I could taste the blood as it filled my mouth and gurgled from my lips. “Let me die.”

“Not today,” The stranger that had rescued me said. I felt his hands brush over my head.

A jolt of electricity shot through my body. I wasn’t scared anymore.

Equinox coverEquinox (Beyond Moondust Trilogy # 2)

by J.E. Niccasio


“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the universe, or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.” Author C. Clarke. 

From the Sky Saga Continues! The day after the winter solstice, Samantha Hunter is found naked and bleeding in a remote cabin in the Sandia Mountains of New Mexico. As Sam works to understand what’s happened to her, she is whisked into the Underground—a secret community of scientists, civilians, and aliens that are connected to her story and to the alien boy she’s in love with—Lucien. This is where the fight begins, and Sam must decide what price she’s willing to pay for life and love. 

“Equinox gives the reader a totally different way of thinking about extraterrestrials. Anyone with interest in the possibility of life outside this planet—and for those who love a great romance—this book for you. It is exceptionally written and will leave you wanting more!” —Kelly Fait Goodreads “American teenagers have to grow up fast because dark forces are out to get them—J.E. Nicassio gives us a fast-paced and exciting tale full of car chases, close calls, and the angst of star-crossed love. Teens and even older readers will love From the Sky.” —Ray Simmons for Readers’ Favorite

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Equinox – Excerpt:



I’m not sure how I ended up there, but there I was. I used to be a normal teenage girl, worrying about boys, my looks—you name it. My life was changed forever by the intrepid, dark-haired stranger who saved me. Lucien Foster was that stranger. He was not the average, teenage boy. He was special, to say the least. He had remarkable, snowy-diamond eyes that could see into my mind and read every thought. Lucien Foster possessed certain abilities that, if known, would endanger his life—supernatural abilities. The funny thing about all this was he was an alien from a planet, billions of light-years away from Earth, and I fell in love with him. I know what you’re thinking, this girl is a nutcase. They need to lock her up and throw away the key. However, what I say is true; my boyfriend was not from this world.

At the time all of this transpired, the day after the Christmas solstice, I didn’t think my life could get more complicated than it already was. I had no idea what I was getting myself into that fateful night on a mountainside in New Mexico. Boy, did things go wrong.

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  1. E. is the bestselling author of the From The Sky series and was listed as one of the top 1000 authors on Amazon in 2015, and was Amazon all-star top ten-holiday children books for Rocky: The Rockefeller Christmas in 2016. She is a freelance writer and MUFON (Mutual UFO Network) Field Investigator in Pittsburgh, PA where she resides with her mother, two sons, and German Shepherd Ava. She loves writing and is passionate about creating stories that entertain and comes straight from the heart.

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Blazing #BlogTour: A Chance This Christmas by Joanne Rock


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by Joanne Rock

October 5, 2017

Tule Publishing

Growing up in the Christmas-crazed theme town of Yuletide was fun for fashion designer Rachel Chambers until a family scandal made her unwelcome. Eight years later, she’s home for a friend’s wedding and trying to go incognito… until her old flame spots her.

Snowboarder Gavin Blake wants to make things right with Rachel, and smoothing her way back in Yuletide seems like the best way to do just that. Making Rachel his date for a week of pre-wedding parties is sure to bring them closer. Except he underestimated how long a small town can carry a grudge–or how much the memory of a long-ago kiss could tempt him all over again.

As the wedding approaches, Rachel remembers all she loved about her close-knit, Christmas-loving neighbors. But even if she can win over the town again, will she be able to convince her footloose, mogul-shredding wedding date that they can find happiness beyond the holidays?


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“Hello Gavin,” Rachel’s mother greeted him at the door, her elf costume jingling as she ushered him in. “You can go upstairs. Rachel’s ready.” She leaned closer to him for a moment and lowered her voice. “Although how you got her to say yes to this party, I’ll never know. I’m grateful to you, though.”

“You’re not going?” He thought all the town would be there. Especially since Rachel’s mom and Mrs. Garrett were close.

“We can’t let all the elves off at the same time.” She shrugged, perfectly serious, and he wondered if she had some of the same Chambers’ guilt-by-association that plagued Rachel.

Is that why Mrs. Chambers worked all the time and volunteered even more to keep the town running? The idea didn’t sit well with him and made him all the more determined to refocus the Yuletide council back on their original mission statement. Making Yuletide a fun place to visit and live. They seemed to have lost sight of that second part.

Along with a whole lot of Christmas spirit.

“We’ll bring you back some cake, Mrs. C,” he assured her before heading up the stairs to find his date. “Rachel?” he called to warn her he was there.

“I’m ready,” came the reply from the far end of the house. “That is, unless I can convince you to bail.” She appeared in the hallway then, wearing a red sweater dress nipped at the waist with a wide, patent leather belt and silver buckle.

Just like…

“Mrs. Claus.” He couldn’t hold back a grin. She looked incredibly cute. And sexy, too.

With black leather boots and her dark hair brushed to gleaming, she could have been on a billboard for the visitor’s bureau. Not that he would mention it. She waved him into the living room where the outdoor lights glowed green and red through the windows even with the blinds drawn.

Christmas decorations covered every inch of the place, even in this private space reserved for the family.

“Surprise, surprise, my mother just happened to have it lying around.” She rolled her eyes and stuffed a few mints inside a black clutch along with her inhaler. “I wasn’t sure how serious you were about costumes for a karaoke party, but knowing Kiersten’s family, I thought chances were good it will be over the top. And I don’t want to draw undue attention toward myself by not dressing the part.”

“You look great.” He couldn’t quite take his eyes off her yet, but knew he needed to keep things light. Not make her any more nervous than she was already bound to be. “I’m only sorry you won’t have a need for my present.”

He held up his shopping bag.

“A present?” The curiosity in her voice pleased him.

She couldn’t have dreaded this date quite as much as she’d pretended.

“I wanted to be sure you were covered in case you didn’t have a costume.” He thrust the bag into her hands. “Take a look.”

Sifting through some tissue paper, she seized hold of the white cashmere and pulled. And pulled. “Is it a scarf?” she started to ask. “It’s a vest.”

Reindeer cavorted all around the sweater vest that was long and loose, made to go over an outfit.

“An Ugly Sweater Vest,” he clarified, hoping she realized he was well aware of the garment’s questionable attractiveness. “It matches my Ugly Christmas Sweater.” He unzipped his ski jacket so she could see he wore the same prancing reindeer pattern on a black background. “That’s about as costume-y as I get.”

Laughing, she slid her arms into the drapey fabric of the vest. “And now, I’m over the top too. It’s perfect.” She admired the swish of the fabric in a tall mirror over the mantel. “Thank you.”

“I know I didn’t do your outfit any favors. But you look ready for a karaoke party now.” He held out his arm. “Are we ready to go?”

He spotted a moment’s hesitation in her eyes. Because of him? Or the drama sure to come?

“I’m ready.” Her voice rasped on a breathless note, but her spine straightened as she snaked a hand around his arm. “Let’s do this.”


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Author_Joanne_RockFour-time RITA nominee Joanne Rock has never met a romance sub-genre she didn’t like. The author of over eighty books enjoys writing a wide range of stories, most recently focusing on sexy contemporaries and small town family sagas. An optimist by nature and perpetual seeker of silver linings, Joanne finds romance fits her life outlook perfectly–love is worth fighting for. A frequent speaker at regional and national writing conferences she enjoys giving back to the writing community that nurtured and inspired her early career. She has a Masters degree in Literature from the University of Louisville but credits her fiction writing skills to her intensive study with friend and fellow author Catherine Mann. When she’s not writing, Joanne enjoys travel, especially to see her favorite sports teams play with her former sports editor husband and three athletic-minded sons.

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Blazing #BlogTour: The Divine Heart by Danielle R. Mani

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by Danielle R. Mani

Genre: YA Paranormal

Release Date: September 27th 2017


Seventeen-year-old Elle Collins spent most her life waiting for someone else to die…

When a heart donor is found, Elle awakes from surgery gifted with more than just a new heart—clairaudient messages and spiritual apparitions haunt her until she is convinced that she must be insane. Either that, or her donor is sending a message.

Desperate for answers the medical community can’t provide, Elle’s divination leads her to the family of her donor—a young girl named, Cas. With the help of her best friend, Rob—the guy who’s a testament that her new heart is capable of love, Elle must make sense of the clues Cas is sending. As pieces of Cas’s life and death emerge, Elle will discover that she and Cas share more than just a heart.

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She lets out a long sigh. “I heard that you received the heart of a girl about the same age as you.” She looks at me intently. I can tell she’s trying to read my expression, but I play it cool and keep a straight face. “She had an accident, honey.” After a long pause and a moment of uncomfortable silence, she continues. “There was nothing anyone could do,” She takes a deep breath and pushes the strands of hair away from my face. “Are you okay?”

“I am,” I say, surprised by my composure. A sense of calm washes over me and I use my pain as a guide to trace my fingers over my chest. I feel the bulkiness of the bandages under the linen hospital gown and rest my hand over my chest. It takes a moment before I feel the beating of my new heart. It’s different—steadier. I slide my tongue over my lips and taste the salt of my tears. Thank you. Thank you. I’m not exactly sure whom I’m thanking—God or my donor. It doesn’t feel right to thank God for what’s happened. He couldn’t have taken this girl’s life just to save mine. Closing my eyes tightly, I say a quiet prayer. I wish I knew your name. Then I could know whose soul I am praying for.

“Cas!” The voice is a soft, willowy whisper. I open one eye and gaze around the room. My mother is seated in the chair next to me, a closed People Magazine on her lap. She’s staring at a blank TV screen, lost in thought. The nurse is standing in the doorway, speaking with a doctor. From where I lie, I can’t see anyone else around.


“Cas?” I repeat again, only louder.

My mother sits erect in the chair and the color drains from her face.

“What did you say?” she whispers.

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Danielle R. Mani is a fan of the paranormal in both print and film. In her first book, The Divine One, Ms. Mani combines supernatural fiction with the everyday dramas of young adulthood. Her newest YA paranormal novel, The Divine Heart, is scheduled to be released later this year. Ms. Mani holds a Bachelor of Arts in education and a Master of Science in communications. She is currently a doctoral student studying parapsychology. She resides in Westchester, New York, with her husband, four children, two dogs, and two rescue cats.

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by Jenn Marie

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

Release Date: July 16th, 2017


A previous lifetime. A malevolent curse.  A love they can’t live without. Will their past claim them once more? Elizabeth and Adam are about to find out …

Elizabeth and Adam survived the century-old curse that nearly claimed the lives of their counterparts, Josephine and Braden, but at what cost?

As the veil between timelines continues to diminish, they yet again find themselves in a race against time to cheat death in the past in order to salvage their futures. But with the curse given form, everything is changing, leaving them vulnerable to new threats. No longer are the dangers of their former lifetime contained to the Jefferson Plantation—a land fraught with peril and where horror reigns every summer between July 20 and August 13.

Until now …

Having changed the past, history has rewritten itself, extending the last day of the haunting to August 31—their new expiration date. Without the aid of visions, though, Elizabeth and Adam must find a new way to uncover their past, leaving Adam to scour the plantation for clues, while Elizabeth learns how to access Josephine’s subconscious.

Meanwhile, the Callahans—a vengeful family intent on keeping Elizabeth and Adam apart—will stop at nothing to preserve their bloodline and keep the curse from destroying their family. Will their ruthless antics prove tragic once more?

Now more than ever, their love will be tested as Elizabeth and Adam contend with the forces of the curse and fight to save their counterparts in 1905.

Will they overcome the odds stacked against them? Or will the curse claim them for good?

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As I drove one oar into the water, the sound echoing with unnerving loudness, I caught a flicker out of the corner of my eye. My head whipped. I searched the night, the rowboats along the docks. Nothing. My eyes darted to the nearest lamppost where mosquitos swarmed in a flurry. I felt it before it happened—a slow prickling along the ridges of my spine. Oh, no. No sooner had I thought it than the light winked out, plunging me in semidarkness. I drifted to a coast. A familiar draft of ice-cold air hit me in the face, and I dropped the oars with a gasping shriek.

Rey sat before me, perched on the opposite side of the rowboat, eyes narrowed into slits. Unlike the one and only time I’d seen him before, he was visible from head to toe, his long, spidery legs covered in black slacks. His blue-black hair stuck up in all directions, revealing slightly pointed ears. And that nose—God, it was disturbing. It started wide between his slitted eyes, tapered down toward a lipless mouth, and vanished seamlessly into his skin. Until this moment, I had no memory of what he looked like. But now, with him leering at me from less than two feet away, the memory of when I’d encountered him in the break room of Tiana’s Boutique resurfaced with blinding clarity.

“Hello, my sweet,” Rey greeted in that shuddery baritone, his face garish in the moonlight. “Have you missed me?” The fact that he was here confirmed it. Adam and I hadn’t stopped the curse. It wasn’t over. Josephine hadn’t finished the chant. Because if she had, Rey wouldn’t be here. Rey was the curse. Defeat the curse—defeat Rey.

“Are you not pleased to see me?” His hands were clasped in his lap, black talons glinting in the pale moon. He sat with one ankle resting on his knee—such a human stance. I wondered if it was intentional, to put me at ease as he’d attempted to do when he’d given himself a name—a very bland, ordinary name for the terrifying creature that he was. It hadn’t worked. He’d only frightened me more by refusing to break contact with me.

He made no move to touch me now. Why?

“Or are you that flummoxed by my reappearance that you’ve forgotten how to speak?” He flashed a toothless grin. I shuddered. His grin was a black hole. No teeth. No tongue. Nothing as far as I could see. And yet he spoke with perfect enunciation.

“Why are you here?” I demanded.

“You know why.”

“Josephine,” I said. “She didn’t finish the chant.” Which, in effect, hadn’t properly sealed the curse. Rey cocked his head, a predatory tilt that made my hands tremble harder. I wished I hadn’t dropped the oars, if only to have something to whack him with.

“Is that what you think? That Josephine is to blame?”

My insides ran cold.

“Sweet Elizabeth,” his heady scent washed over me, bitter, yet floral, like dead roses, “I’m afraid you’re in for a rude awakening.” And with a suddenness that shocked me, Rey clamped his fingers around my wrist, yanking me into nothingness. I no longer felt the boat beneath my feet nor heard the sprightly sound of locusts. Suddenly, the world careened into view and I was standing in the very spot I’d last seen Adam before a bullet had ripped through my back. I blinked, momentarily stunned by the scene before me. I was back at the Jefferson Plantation. Rain hung in frozen droplets all around, millions of tear-shaped beads suspended in midair. In fact, everything was frozen. The trees. The wind. The water. Not a sound. Not a peep of thunder. The hurricane was in full effect. I could tell by the slanted rain, the wildness of the trees, the heaving river beyond, the waves half crested in a violent spray, the clouds above lit with lightning. And yet it was as if someone had hit the pause button on the single most frightening moment of my life. Because twenty feet ahead of me was Adam.

With a gun pointed to his head.

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jenn marie.jpgJenn Marie currently lives in sunny California with her wonderful husband and their runt kitty, Chloe. When she’s not writing Young Adult Fiction, she can be found reading, plotting or spending time with her crazy, lovable family. Current obsessions include the movie, Frozen, the New Girl series, Arcade Fire’s latest album, and avocados. Seriously, she can’t get enough of it! Writing, for her, is a passion that refuses to be under-prioritized. No matter what’s going on in her life, whether good or bad, writing is always there to lift her spirits.

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Blazing #BlogTour: Gate Of Air by Resa Nelson

Gate of Air
Resa Nelson
(Dragon Gods, #1)
Publication date: June 19th 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Frayka must find and convince the dragon gods of the Far East to appease the gods of her Northland heritage. If she fails, her own Northlander gods will destroy all the mortals who once promised to worship them.

The Far East is a mysterious place of legend to Northlanders like Frayka. Only an old map can show her how to get there. Once she arrives, all of Frayka’s sensibilities put her in danger. And every dangerous turn delays her from finding the dragon gods whose help she so desperately needs.

Although Frayka looks like a Far Easterner, she is a powerful Northlander warrior who is quick to voice her thoughts. She is trained to fight and won’t hesitate to do so.

But everything about Frayka puts her in deadly peril in the Far East, where the laws are strict and the punishment cruel.

Especially when the one being punished is a woman.

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How did my life become so turbulent?

As the pale blue and pink light foretold the dawn of a new day, Frayka walked the narrow length of the Northlander ship, a long and sleek vessel that looked like a sea dragon slicing through the choppy ocean waves. The oars piled on the center of the deck rattled against each other. The scent of fish and brine permeated the air. The taste of salt in the air gave her a thirst that seemed impossible to quench. Frayka focused on the horizon instead.

She approached the rail and leaned on it, barely noticing the sound of her sweetheart Njall grunting while he adjusted the sail. After several days at sea, Frayka recognized the coast of her homeland, the Land of Ice, in the distance ahead. But instead of filling her heart with happiness or even meager content, the sight made her stomach twist into knots.

All her life, Frayka had given no thought to the fact that she looked like no other Northlander. Everyone in her homeland—including her own family—stood tall with long blonde hair and blue eyes. While Frayka stood as tall as any Northlander woman, she inherited her looks from her father’s grandmother, a woman from the Far East who must have died many years ago.

Although Frayka’s skin looked similar to everyone else’s during the winter months, too much exposure to the sun simply turned Frayka’s skin a golden brown while the skin of all other Northlanders burned bright red. And her long black hair, straight as rain, made her stand out, as well as her dark brown eyes.

Njall joined her side and draped an arm across her shoulders. “Home at last.”

Exhausted from the journey and lost in worry about the days ahead, Frayka didn’t respond.

Njall squeezed her shoulder. “Why so glum?”

“No one told me I would be meeting a Northlander god,” Frayka said. “I’m still reeling from what the All-Father told me.”

Weeks ago, a shaman led Frayka to the ethereal world of the gods. The god of all Northlander gods—the All-Father—singled out Frayka because she dared to live as a Northlander despite her Far Eastern looks.

To appease the anger of all Northlander gods, the All-Father tasked Frayka with the duty of finding the dragon gods of the Far East. The All-Father told Frayka she then must figure out how to make peace between those dragon gods and the Northlander gods. If Frayka failed, the Northlander gods would kill her.

Why did all gods have to act so foolish and petty?

Why should it be her problem that Northlanders had once worshipped the dragon gods instead of their own gods?

Why should the Northlander gods involve her just because they felt angry and rejected by the mortals who adopted the dragon gods in their absence?

Frayka knew the dragon gods destroyed the Northlands and surrounding countries, even though she had been an infant at the time. The full blame for that destruction fell on the true Northlander gods, who were enraged first for being ignored and then for being faulted for something they didn’t do.

Why should I care that mortals blame the Northlander gods for the sins of the dragon gods?

The task given to Frayka by the Northlander gods overwhelmed her. Frayka wished she could crawl below deck, curl up in a corner, and sleep until her life felt normal again.

But Northlanders never talked of such feelings. If Frayka admitted to any of them, she would appear weak in Njall’s eyes. He loved her because of her strength and courage. And right now, only Njall knew about the task she had been given. If no one else believed her, she would still have Njall by her side.

I can’t afford to lose him, too.

Njall laughed. “You’re spoiled by your own portents. Welcome to the ordinary world that the rest of us live in.”

Frayka knew Njall was right. Since birth, her portents gave her regular glimpses into the future, something no other Northlander could do. She’d known for years that Njall would someday marry her, and her faith never waived. Years ago, he teased Frayka about her portents. Thinking about those days, she said, “Remember when you used to call me Frayka the Freak?”

“Be fair,” Njall said, failing to hide his shame. “I don’t call you that anymore.” He ran his rough hand against her silky black hair. “Not since I saw you become a brave warrior. Not since you saved my life. Once I tell everyone what you’ve done, everyone will love you as much as I do.” Njall hesitated. “Wait. That’s a terrible idea. Someone might try to marry you before I can.”

“If anyone tries to get between you and me, I’ll kick him in the shins.” Frayka laughed briefly before worry overtook her again. “But it’s not my portents I’m worried about. It’s what the gods want me to do. What I have to do.”

“This isn’t like you. You never worry.”

Frayka cleared her throat, knowing the time to keep secrets had to end. “I had a portent last night after you fell asleep. A portent about the gods.”

His arm tensed. “What kind of portent?”

Frayka looked at the sea. “I saw what will happen if I fail. If I don’t do what the gods ask.” When Njall stayed silent, she continued. “They will kill every Northlander who still survives. They will kill you and me and our families and everyone in the Land of Ice.”

“But your portents,” Njall said. “Sometimes they give you an idea of the future. They’re not always exact.”

“This one was,” Frayka said. “Very exact and very clear. I have to find the dragon gods and figure out how to make peace between them and the Northlander gods. Otherwise, we all die.”

Njall shifted his weight when the ship tilted. “Then let’s fight the Northlander gods. Let’s kill them before they can kill us.”

Frayka shook her head. “You don’t understand. All the stories we heard about gods are lies. Northlanders thought the dragon gods were their gods, but it’s not true. Mortals thought the Northlander gods forced the dragon gods to destroy our homeland, but that’s not true either.” She frowned. “Not entirely. Even if we could find the Northlander gods—which is impossible—it wouldn’t solve anything. The All-Father told me what I have to do, and nothing else will satisfy him.”

Njall wrapped his arms around Frayka and held her close. “You’re not alone, you know,” he said. “You’ve got me, and I’ll walk by your side every step of the way.”

His words comforted Frayka. For a moment she found hope and felt excited about the chance to make a difference in the world. She felt no fear of the danger she might face.

Njall pointed at the coastline, now close enough that Frayka saw its black sandy beaches glitter and sparkle in the sunlight. “We’re home,” Njall said. “Look how beautiful it is.”

Taking his advice, Frayka stared at the waterfalls falling from the high cliffs standing behind the beaches. Pointing, she said, “There’s Blackstone.” The settlement of small stone houses rested a short distance from the shore, and grassy hills stretched behind it. In the far distance, a mountain of ice glinted. “What are we going to tell them about why we left?” Frayka said.

“The truth always strikes me as a good idea,” Njall said.

But the truth would involve stories about Frayka’s portents and gods and strange lands.

“What if they don’t believe me?”

“Be yourself!” Njall said. “This is your home! Your family knows you. Everyone in Blackstone knows you. And I know you, too.”

But I befriended someone who suffered because she looked different. Because she came from a different world than the people she lived with. Because she walked with one foot in each world: the one she came from and the one she lived in.

And if I do what the gods ask me to do, won’t I have to do the same?

“Frayka?” Njall said. “Did you hear me?”

“Of course.” Frayka straightened her spine and drew again on her new-found hope. “Let’s go home.”

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Resa Nelson is the author of the 4-book Dragonslayer series: The Dragonslayer’s Sword (nominated for the Nebula Award, finalist for the EPPIE Award), The Iron Maiden , The Stone of Darkness , and The Dragon’s Egg . Her 4-book Dragonfly series takes place after the Dragonslayer series.

Her standalone novels include the mystery/thrillers All Of Us Were Sophie and Our Lady of the Absolute .

Resa has been selling short stories professionally since 1988. She is a longtime member of SFWA (Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America), and she is a graduate of the Clarion SF Workshop. Resa was the TV/Movie Columnist for Realms of Fantasy magazine for 13 years as well as a regular contributor to SCI FI magazine. She has sold over 200 articles to magazines in the United States and the United Kingdom.

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Blazing #BlogTour: Elemental Lies by Elle Middaugh

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by Elle Middaugh
Genre: YA Fantasy Romance
Release Date: July 24th 2017


Valerie Moore is an Elemental, a person who commands one of the classical elements of wind, water, fire, or earth. She’s special, though. She controls two—fire and water—though sometimes it seems like they control her.

After the accidental exposure of Elementals to humanity, Valerie finds herself—and all of her kind—struggling to attain equality. Three different groups fight to secure leadership, and with all of their hidden agendas, she doesn’t know which side to choose. The balance between peaceful cohabitation and all-out war is precarious, at best.

When a chance meeting brings Val and earth Elemental Cade Landston back together, everything changes. She realizes what she knew in the beginning—that he’s the one she wants. Her desire to win him over draws her closer to him, and his vengeful mission to hunt down her murderous grandfather brings them both closer to trouble.

From mysterious doppelgangers to reckless rescue missions, scapegoat bombings, and evolving Elemental powers, Valerie strains to keep up.

All she knows is she must stop her grandfather at all costs. To do so, she has to figure out the truth. But how can she, when almost everyone she knows has been telling lies?

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Cade lowered our hands but kept them entwined. “I’m sorry, Valerie. I’m an angry son of a bitch, and I hate an absolute shit-ton of things, but I definitely don’t want to avoid you. I’m just not good at showing that I care.”

I snorted out a laugh and rubbed at my eye. No tears were threatening to spill—thanks to my water element—but all the other telltale signs of crying were in full swing. My abdomen tightened and trembled, my breaths were short, and my throat was burning with the strain of holding back my emotions.

“Val…” he said, squeezing me tight. “Please don’t cry. I’m gonna tell you something, okay? Do you want to know why I’m so awful at all of this?”

I nodded. I didn’t think my voice would work anyway—the tension in my vocal chords was too painful.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I’m pretty sure I’ve…” He trailed off, regrouping after more thought. “Well, I’m sure it started off as more of an infatuation, but…I think I’ve been in love with you since the sixth grade.”

Like whiplash, my head jerked back. Immediately, I searched his eyes. What emotions blazed beyond that emerald front? I hoped beyond hope that his words weren’t just pretty lies.

“A Traditionalist boy falling for a human girl was a very bad move on my part, though. The shit I endured was enough to make me wish I’d never met you. I was supposed to hate you, was forbidden to even look at you.”

I tried to imagine it. His entire community must’ve risen up against him, and I knew from experience how brutal they could be. What would the punishment have been for such a crime? For Henrie’s heir, their future leader?

“And then when they tried to kill you, and made me watch, helpless…” He shook his head against my shoulder. His whole body was strung out tight. “I’d never felt fury like that.”

He swallowed then took a deep breath and relaxed a bit. I could tell his mind had shifted gears.

“But when you lived, and my mother died, I didn’t know what to do. I needed somewhere to throw all that pent-up aggression. So I chose Nicholai, her murderer. It seemed fitting, and because he was your grandfather, I found it easier than ever to despise you too.”

He chuckled humorlessly. “I was finally doing the right thing by my kind, but it didn’t even matter. You weren’t human anymore. You weren’t off limits. Resisting you had simply become a sick test of my own willpower.” He brought his attention back to me. “But you know what?”

I shook my head.

“I lose. I give up. I don’t want to resist anymore.

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elle middaughElle Middaugh lives in the Allegheny Mountains outside of Clearfield, Pennsylvania, with her wonderful husband and three beautiful children. She spends most of her time raising kids, writing stories, playing video games, reading, and attempting to keep a clean house.
She’s a proud Navy wife, a frazzle-brained mother, a fan of health and fitness, a lover of hot tea and iced tea, and a believer in happily ever afters.

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