Saturday, February 28, 2015

HAPPY RELEASE DAY: Sting By Jennifer Ryder




Title: Sting
Series: Spark #4
Author: Jennifer Ryder 

Release Date: February 28, 2015

Synopsis

Going undercover has its challenges. When Detective Ryan Clark is sent to the sleepy coastal town of Fremantle to dismantle the country’s most lethal drug syndicate, it’s worth the risk. Even if he becomes a fatality, in the war against drugs.

Ryan finds himself coming back to the same coffee shop. Blondie, the local barista, has him hot under the collar and reaching for his piece. He knows the attraction isn’t just one-sided.

She’s trying to keep her distance.

It only makes him want her more.

Willow Asher left it all behind, but not by choice.

After two long years, she’s finally getting somewhere. Willow has a busy café with her buxom business partner, Gabby, who is the closest thing she has to family.

Although Willow’s past still plagues her thoughts, she’s determined to have her happily-ever-after. As soon as her demons stop haunting her.

What she doesn’t need is the complication of Mr Sexy-Brown-Eyes, who seems to be drinking more and more coffee.

She doesn’t want the questions.

She’s still trying to get her story straight.







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Author Bio



New Adult and erotic romance writer, and author of the Spark series.

A sexy imagination, a life-long love of books and a sucker for romance, Jennifer Ryder couldn't stifle her creativity any longer.

Writing steamy adult romance has become her new focus. Living on a rural property in New South Wales, Australia, she enjoys the best of city and country.

Her loving husband is ever willing to provide inspiration, and her two young cherubs, and sheep that don't see fences as barriers, keep life more than interesting.

Jennifer placed third in the International Stringybark Erotic Short Fiction Award 2013.


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Derrick White, CEO of Stonewell Corps, has never known how to love. Until now he has always walked away from the chance...
Suzanne DeAngelo, a customer service representative for Lightning Mobile, a branch of the Stonewell Corps, is an edgy girl who will try anything once. When she expresses interest in Derrick, he decides to go along with it, but on two conditions: his shirt doesn't come off, and she can only address him as Mr. White or Sir.
One night in the throes of passion, Derrick loses himself...Will he admit his love for Suzanne or will he walk away and leave her broken?


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Aimee Shaye is a 21 year old self-published author who lives in New York. Her first novel, Destroyed, was released on October 31, 2014 (two months early) and is the first book in The Chronicles of the Seven Sons (CSS) series. She is currently working on an erotica trilogy (Each book will be released in between the books of CSS series).
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Friday, February 27, 2015

The Wedding Band by Cara Connelly





THE WEDDING BAND by Cara Connelly

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Fans of Rachel Gibson and Jennifer Ryan can rejoice in Cara Connelly's Save the Date series. It's the most secretive celebrity wedding of the year, and Christine Case is going to be there! No-nonsense journalist Christine Case still believes a newspaper should inform, not entertain. But when Chris's biggest story blows up in her face, she's out of a job unless she does the one thing she's sworn never to do—infiltrate a celebrity wedding and write an exposé on the happy couple. A-list heartthrob Dakota Rain loathes the press. So when he hosts his equally famous brother's wedding at his Beverly Hills estate, keeping the vultures at bay is Dakota's top priority—until he meets the sultry singer in the wedding band. Posing as a singer is no problem for Chris, but when Dakota talks her into a private-island getaway, the hot days—and sizzling nights—make it impossible to go on deceiving him. But what will happen when the media-hating movie star discovers the woman he's falling for is really an undercover reporter?




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Cara Connelly is an award-winning author of contemporary romances. Her smart and sexy stories have won high praise, earning Cara several awards, including the Romance Writers of America's Golden Heart®, the Valley Forge Romance Writers' Sheila, and the Music City Romance Writers' Melody of Love. Cara, who lives in rural Upstate New York, works as an appellate court attorney when she's not crafting steamy novels of love and romance. - See more at: http://avonromance.com/author/cara-connelly#sthash.SFDWo2JO.dpuf


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CHAPTER ONE
            Dakota Rain took a good hard look in the bathroom mirror and inventoried the assets.
            Piercing blue eyes? Check.
            Sexy stubble? Check.                                 
            Sun-streaked blond hair? Check.
            Movie-star smile?
            Uh-oh.
            In the doorway, his assistant rolled her eyes and hit speed dial. “Emily Fazzone here,” she said. “Mr. Rain needs to see Dr. Spade this morning. Another cap.” She listened a moment, then snorted a laugh. “You’re telling me. Might as well cap them all and be done with it.”
            In the mirror Dakota gave her his hit man squint. “No extra caps.”
            “Weenie,” she said, pocketing her phone. “You don’t have time today, anyway. Spade’s squeezing you in, as usual. Then you’re due at the studio at eleven for the voice-over. It’ll be tight, so step on it.”
            Deliberately, Dakota turned to his reflection again. Tilted his head. Pulled at his cheeks like he was contemplating a shave.
            Emily did another eye roll. Muttering something that might have been either “Get to work” or “What a jerk,” she disappeared into his closet, emerging a minute later with jeans, T-shirt, and boxer briefs. She stacked them on the granite vanity, then pulled out her phone again and scrolled through the calendar.
            “You’ve got a twelve o’clock with Peter at his office about the Levi’s endorsement, then a one-thirty fitting for your tux. Mercer’s coming here at two-thirty to talk about security for the wedding . . .”
            Dakota tuned her out. His schedule didn’t worry him. Emily would get him where he needed to be. If he ran a little late and a few people had to cool their heels, well, they were used to dealing with movie stars. Hell, they’d be disappointed if he behaved like regular folk.
            Taking his sweet time, he shucked yesterday’s briefs and meandered naked to the shower without thinking twice. He knew Emily wouldn’t bat an eye. After ten years nursing him through injuries and illness, puking and pain, she’d seen all there was to see. Broad shoulders? Tight buns? She was immune.
            And besides, she was gay.
            Jacking the water temp to scalding, he stuck his head under the spray, wincing when it found the goose egg on the back of his skull. He measured it with his fingers, two inches around.
            The same right hook that chipped his tooth had bounced his head off a concrete wall.
            Emily rapped on the glass. He rubbed a clear spot in the steam and gave her the hard eye for pestering him in the shower.
            She was immune to that too. “I asked you if we’re looking at a lawsuit.”
            “Damn straight.” He was all indignation. “We’re suing The Combat Zone. Tubby busted my tooth and gave me a concussion to boot.”
            She sighed. “I meant, are we getting sued? Tubby’s a good bouncer. If he popped you, you gave him a reason.”
            Dakota put a world of aggrievement into his Western drawl. “Why do you always take everybody else’s side? You weren’t there. You don’t know what happened.”
            “Sure I do. It’s October, isn’t it? The month you start howling at the moon and throwing punches at bystanders. It’s an annual event. The lawyers are on standby. I just want to know if I should call them.”
            He did the snarl that sent villains and virgins running for their mamas. Emily folded her arms.
            He stuck his head out the door. “Feel that.” He pointed at the lump.
            She jabbed it.
            “Ow! Damn it, Em, you’re mean as a snake.” He shut off the water, dripped his way across the bathroom, and twisted around in front of the mirror, trying to see the back of his head.
            “Was Montana with you?”
            “No.” Little brother’s clubbing days were over. Montana spent his evenings with his fiancée now.
            “Witnesses?”
            “Plenty.”
            “Paparazzi?”
            “Are you kidding?” He was always tripping over those leeches. October usually ended with one of them on the ground, Dakota punching the snot out of him while the rest of the bloodsuckers streamed it live.
            Em dragged her phone out again. “Hi, Peter. Yeah, Dakota got into it with Tubby last night. Just a broken tooth and a knot on his thick skull. But the press was there, so expect pictures. Okay, later.”
            Dakota gave up on the lump. His hair was too thick.
            And too damn long, an inch past his chin for the Western he’d start filming next month. Seemed like a lot of trouble for what amounted to another shoot-’em-up just like the last one, and the one before that. This time there’d be horses instead of hot rods, and six-guns instead of Uzis. But no real surprises, just lots of dead bodies.
            Em handed him a towel. “Car?”
            He glanced out the window. No surprises there either. Another sunny day in L.A. “Porsche. The black one.”
            She walked out of the bathroom, tapping her phone. “Tony, bring the black Porsche around, will you? And drop the top.”     

            Goosing the gas, Dakota squirted between a glossy Lexus and a pimped-out Civic, then shot through a yellow light and squealed a hard right into the In-N-Out Burger, braking at the drive-thru.
            “Gimme a three-by-three, fries, and a chocolate shake, will ya, darlin’?” He glanced at Em. “The usual?”
            She nodded, phone to her ear.
            “Throw in a grilled cheese for the meat-hater. And an extra straw.” He pulled forward behind a yellow Hummer.
            Still talking, Em opened her iPad, fiddled around, then held it up for him to see. Pictures of his go-round with Tubby.
            He shrugged like it didn’t bother him, but it did. Oh, he didn’t care if people knew he’d had his ass handed to him. That was inevitable; nobody beat Tubby.
            What pissed him off were the damn paparazzi.
            Everyone—Peter, Em, even Montana—told him the media was a fact of celebrity life. A necessary evil. And maybe that was true.
            But he’d never forgive them for Charlie. For driving a good man to suicide, then tearing at his remains like the flesh-eating vultures they were.
            And it wasn’t only the paparazzi who’d made money and careers off Charlie’s life and death. “Legitimate” journalists waded in too, exploiting his best friend’s disintegration, never letting humanity get in the way of a good story.
            The day they spread Charlie’s corpse across the front page, Dakota swore off “news” forever. No papers, no magazines, no CNN. Never again in this life.
            Pulling up to the window, he set aside his resentment and laid a practiced smile on the redhead inside. “Hey, Sandy-girl. What’s shakin’?”
            “Hey, Kota.” Her Jersey accent spread his nickname like butter. “I like the hair.”
            “You can have it when I cut it off.” He tipped her fifty bucks and she blew him a kiss.
            Peeling out of the lot, he handed off the bag to Em. She was still uh-huhing into her phone, so he plucked it from her hand.
            “Hey! That was Peter.”
            “We just saw him twenty minutes ago.” He rattled the bag.
            “Honest to God.” She unwrapped his burger and spread a napkin on his lap. Then she stuck both straws in the shake, took a long pull, and passed it over, half turning in her seat to eyeball him. “So what happened last night?”     
            He sucked down two inches of shake, then tucked it between his thighs. “Some asshole was hassling this girl. Feeling her up.” Manhandling the poor kid. Pinning her to the wall and rubbing all over her.
            “Tell me you didn’t hit him.”
            “I was about to.” And wouldn’t it have felt great to lay that pretty boy out? “I pulled him off her. Then Tubby waded in and spoiled my fun.”
            “And the October madness begins.” Em tipped back her head and stared up at blue sky. “Why, oh why, couldn’t Montana get married in September? Or November?”
            “Why does he have to get married at all?” It made no sense. Montana—or Tana, as he was known to family, friends, and his legions of Twitter followers—had the world by the balls. Women loved him. Hollywood loved him. The critics loved him. He was the indie darling, offered one challenging, nuanced role after another, while Kota got stuck blowing up cities and machine-gunning armies single-handedly.
            Sure, Kota made bigger box office. But Tana had the talent in the family.
            “Sasha’s a great girl,” Em pointed out.
            “Yeah, she’s a peach. But peaches grow on trees in California. Why settle for one when you can have the orchard?”
            Em punched his shoulder. “That’s for peaches everywhere, especially California.”
            Kota grinned and passed her the shake. “Call Mercer, will you, and tell him we’re running behind. I don’t want him getting pissed at us.”
            “Pfft. You never worry about anybody else’s feelings.”
            “Because they can’t kill us just by looking at us.”
            “See? You’re scared of him too.” She crossed her arms. “I wish you hadn’t hired him.”
            “So you’ve said about a million times. But Tana put me in charge of security, and Mercer’s the best.” His guys were ex-Rangers and Navy SEALs. “He says he’ll keep the press out, and I believe him.”
            “Well good luck with that. They always manage to sneak somebody inside.”
            “Not this time,” Kota vowed. A beach wedding might be a security nightmare—not to mention just plain pointless, since everyone was zipped into tents and couldn’t see the water anyway—but Mercer had it covered. Airtight perimeter, no-fly zone. Saturday’s guests and employees would be bussed in from a remote parking lot and wanded before admittance. Anyone caught with a recording device would be summarily executed—er, ejected.
            Kota gave a grim smile. “Believe me, Em, Mercer’s got it locked down. Not a single, slimy, sleazy reporter is getting into that wedding.”



Redemption by S. Nelson

How do you protect someone from the darkness when that’s all you know?

Title: Redemption
Author: S. Nelson
Genre: Fictional Romance
Release Date: February 25, 2015

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How do you protect someone from the darkness when that’s all you know?

I tried to fight it.  I tried to get her to run from me.  I tried everything I knew to get her to despise me.  But she never faltered, pushing back at every turn, unknowingly bathing me in her light.  But could her light save us both?
Mason Maxwell resigned himself to a life of loneliness, forced into a world he didn’t want, but he had no choice.  He had to remain in the darkness if he wanted to save the only living family he had left, his sister Adeline.  While his life was desolate, it was simple.  That was, until he met her.
Lila Stone was doing everything in her power to keep her head above water, taking care of a sick mother while trying to find yet another job to support them both.  Little did she know her life would take a drastic turn when she was shoved towards a life, and a man, she had never even imagined.



My boss was standing right in front of me, dressed in nothing but a pair of low-slung track pants.  His breathing was quick and uneven, as if he had just finished working out.  He seemed truly surprised to see me but recovered quickly.
“You need to watch where you’re going, Lisa.”  He was trying to be professional, but there was a certain gleam in his eye which was shouting he was being anything but.
“It’s Lila.  Not Lisa.  I’m not sure what’s so hard about remembering my name.”  I said my last statement more on a whisper.  He was very intimidating, and I didn’t want to upset him to the point of him firing me.  I couldn’t afford for that to happen.
“Oh, yeah.  Lila.”  He said my name as if it was causing him some sort of discomfort.  I didn’t have enough time to delve into it, however, because as soon as my name left his lips, he took a step closer and started fingering my T-shirt.  
I was too surprised to even react.
“What is this you’re wearing?”
My eyes were focused on his sculpted, broad chest.  I could see a light sheen of perspiration, indicating he had definitely been working out.  I was so wrapped up in my own head, mesmerized by his body, his question took extra time to permeate my brain.  
He gripped my shirt tighter and drew me in, so close I had to put my hands on his chest to steady myself.  Then the weirdest thing happened.  My mind was instantly filled with images of the two of us, and they certainly weren’t innocent.  I pictured his head between my legs, licking and sucking every bit of pleasure from me.  Then I pictured him on top of me, thrusting himself inside, making me scream out his name until I climaxed.  Then I pictured the both of us holding hands and walking together, talking and laughing.  Because all of those images bombarded me in mere seconds, it took me a minute to regain my bearings.  When I did, I forced myself to remove my hands from him.
What the hell is happening to me?
“What?” I asked, truly forgetting his question from seconds before.
“I said, what are you wearing?”
“Oh.  Beverly told me to wear comfortable clothing and this was all I had.”  I had taken a few steps backward, needing to put some physical distance between us.  It did nothing to squelch the feelings building inside me when I glanced up into his dark brown eyes.  He was looking at me as if he was trying to memorize every part of my face; I found it disturbing yet oddly comforting at the same time.
“Well, it isn’t proper work attire for this job.”  
He perused my body.  Slowly.  When he reached my eyes again, he said, “I’ll order something for you.  You’ll have it by the end of the week.”  Then he turned and walked away, disappearing around the nearest corner.


S. Nelson grew up with a love of reading and a very active imagination, never putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard until a year and a half ago.

When she isn’t engrossed in creating one of the many stories rattling around inside her head, she loves to read and travel as much as she can.  

She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and two dogs, enjoying the ever changing seasons.


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Thursday, February 26, 2015

Ignition By Skye Callahan







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When you’re this close to the redline, there’s no room for error

—or second chances.


A sought after car thief for hire, Colt will do anything for a high—anything for the deafening rush of blood and chemicals that tames the ongoing anarchy in his mind. Fast cars, pain, alcohol, women… his vices come in many flavors, but one woman tempts him closer to the line he can never come back from. She’ll be his hardest theft yet—an action that will set the looming conflict with his brother on a new and violent path.

Aubrey has two choices. The first she knows too well: the alluring businessman who entwined her in his deceptive plots. The second is a stranger. He makes his promises not with a silver tongue but with harsh, blunt observations that Aubrey can’t ignore. Either way, she’s caught between two brothers each seeking the other’s downfall—and neither has a problem taking her down in the process.

IGNITION will be the first serial in The Redline Series.



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Forever Doomed by MaryAnn Kempher

Title: Forever Doomed
Series: Under the Moonlight #2
Author: MaryAnn Kempher
Genre: Adult, Mystery/Romance
Release Date: December 1, 2013


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Detective Jack Harney agrees to do an old Army buddy a favor. Curt Noble had some personal business to attend to, he didn’t say what. What he did say was he needed someone to temporarily take over his duties as head of security on the struggling cruise ship Forever. Jack hesitates, but he owes Curt his life so agrees. He’s told the worst mischief he can expect to encounter will be the occasional shoplifter, or drunk. Instead, one week into the cruise, a beautiful red head and a member of the crew are ruthlessly murdered. Are the two murders connected? It’s up to Jack to find out. He must find the killer before the ship returns to Tampa’s port, or worse, before another dead body is found.
Jack can handle a murder or two, but that's not all on his plate: Cookies, cakes, and custard are being sabotaged, an ex-girlfriend is on board for a large wedding and she wants to "talk", and a murder suspect is trying really hard to get into his tan Dockers. Can Jack remain focused and catch a killer, or will someone get away with murder, not to mention serious brownie abuse.
Forever Doomed will keep you guessing until the very end.

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Jack Harney is a detective who has recently transferred to Tampa Florida. An old army friend has asked him for a huge favor; take his place as head of security on a cruise ship. Jack is hesitant but he owes the man. Don’t worry his friend said
“the worst mischief he could expect to encounter would be the occasional shoplifter or drunk tourist.”, yea right! Murder and a delicious crime spree ensue. Jack knows if he doesn’t have a suspect when the ship returns to Tampa two weeks early he’ll likely lose his detective position.

“Well, let’s just say we’ve misplaced him,”

I’m not ashamed to I was a bit skeptical when I was asked to read this book. A run down cruise ship, murder, mystery, I just wasn’t sure I would like it. Let me tell you, you CAN NOT judge a book by its cover or by the simple blurb about the story. I LOVED this book, LOVED IT!!! It was rather confusing in the beginning but it had to be in order to keep me guessing. This book was more than a simple murder mystery, there were so many mini stories intertwined I couldn’t put the book down. Romance, betrayal, passion, humor and some sex, yup this book has it all. MaryAnn Kempher really brought the characters to life; I couldn’t wait to find out what would happen next in each mini story. How would all the pieces fall into place, what is the connection between the different groups, some I could guess at the path, some I was caught well of guard.  I give this book 5 stars and impatiently await the next book by this talented author. I love how she ended the story, “The end, for now.”

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MaryAnn Kempher writes mystery with a dash of humor. These books will test your crime solving skills and keep you guessing, and smiling until the very end.
Her books can be read out of order, but she recommends you start with her first, Mocha, Moonlight, and Murder which is a romantic mystery set in Reno NV, then Forever Doomed, which is a murder mystery set on a cruise ship.
Sweet Mystery is her most recent release and another “I did not see that coming.” murder mystery.
MaryAnn lives in Florida with her husband and two children. Her influencers include Janet Evanovich and Agatha Christie.
She is currently working on book number four.

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Kasi Markson has been in the public eye since she was a small child. Her father is the founder of Markson Aviation, a top name in the private jet industry. When her parents go through a public divorce battle, she is shoved into the spotlight. Now in her late twenties, she lives a comfortable life, but likes to keep the media at a distance. Radek Cole is a retired Air Force officer who agrees to a last minute job. He flies the rich and famous around the country in their private aircraft. Kasi needs a pilot for her upcoming trip and Mr. Cole comes highly recommended. Little does she know that one encounter would change everything. Kasi has an immediate and intense attraction to her new pilot and is used to getting what she wants. Initially, he turns down her advances, but her skills of persuasion are no match for him. Unfortunately, the media won’t leave them alone. What Kasi doesn’t know is that she isn’t the only one who has a public past. Find out what happens when the heiress meets the pilot.
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Michelle Dare is a Jersey girl living over the border in Pennsylvania. She started out as a reader, then became a book blogger. She loves the book community and thought to try her hand at writing. She writes contemporary and erotic romance.
She is a married mom with two wonderful children and a German Shepherd, who she considers her third child. She is a lover of books, music, and movies. Her favorite band is Maroon 5 and has too many favorite movies to list. Paranormal romance is her favorite genre to read.
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Wednesday, February 25, 2015


HAPPY RELEASE DAY: Take By Nashoda Rose

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Book Title: Take (scars of the wraiths) 
Author: Nashoda Rose 
Genre: Paranormal Romance with Erotic Elements 
Release Date: February 24, 2015 
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MAX

Feelings are a luxury I can’t afford. Hidden behind a shield of quiet placidity, I keep my secret safe from those who’d use it against me. Until him—the tatted up, self-centered Scar assassin hired to protect me.


He takes pleasure in tormenting me, chipping away at my defenses as if I’m a toy to be played with. I hate that he continuously reminds me that I’m nothing more than a job. I hate that my body responds to his touch. I hate him.

JASPER

I’m not a good guy and I don’t pretend to be. Condemn me if you want, I don’t give a fuck. You’re nothing to me. No one is … except her—Max. She’s my target. And I was hired to do a hell of a lot more than protect her … I was hired to kill her.

It should’ve been simple, but it was complicated as hell.

*erotic paranormal romance. Standalone full-length novel. Come meet the Scars.

Scars: Immortal warriors with capabilities derived from the senses: Trackers, Sounders, Healers, Tasters, Visionaries, and the rare Reflectors. They each have what is known as an Ink, a tattoo that can be called life.

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Jasper stopped, turned toward me, dragged his eyes down my front then yanked off his black t-shirt and tossed it to me.

I stared at his naked chest that was a hard slab of muscle with tats drawn across his left shoulder to link with the ones on his arm.

“Put it on. You stick out like a fuckin’ cotton candy with those stupid horse sparkles.”

I quickly put it on over top and it hung down to my mid-thigh. The scent of him drew into my lungs and I inhaled deeply with my chin down until I heard his distinct chuckle. Then I wanted to shoot myself in the foot.

Jasper’s hand came around the back of my neck and he jerked me toward him. He cupped my chin with his blade still in his hand so the handle was cold against my jaw. Then he leaned in and before I could take my next breath, his mouth was on mine.

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Nashoda Rose is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Toronto with her assortment of pets. She writes contemporary romance with a splash of darkness, or maybe it’s a tidal wave.

When she isn't writing, she can be found sitting in a field reading with her dogs at her side while her horses graze nearby. She loves interacting with her readers and chatting about her addiction—books.

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