#NEBT – “Claimed as Their” by Kryssie Fortune

Release Date 30.01.21
Publisher – Stormy Night Publications


When she is captured and thrown into a cage filled with ravenous vampires, Gwen assumes she will be devoured. But among the horde is a huge, terrifyingly powerful berserker who has other plans for her. She will belong not only to him, but to all of the vampires of his triad, and her beautiful body will be theirs to use and enjoy as thoroughly and shamefully as they please.

Gwen soon learns that her new masters will demand obedience from their little human, and it isn’t long before her defiance has earned her a painful, humiliating spanking. But even with tears still running down her blushing cheeks, her helpless arousal cannot be denied, and as she is claimed and ravaged again and again her pleas for mercy are soon lost amid her cries of pleasure.

Publisher’s Note: Claimed as Theirs is a stand-alone novel set in the same world as Taken as Theirs. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Naked, one arm twisted behind her back, Gwen stumbled down the spiral stairs. The stench of stale urine and filth stole her breath. The cacophony of hisses echoed toward them, chilling her soul. Red eyes peered through the darkness. Focused. Hungry. Inhuman. Fixed on her.

A huge natural cavern spread before her, colder than the North Pole. Iron bars stretched across its narrowest point, each thicker than a bodybuilder’s thigh. Mold crept from algae-covered puddles and stained the rock walls.

One glance at the red-eyed, skeletal mob penned inside and her knees buckled. Goosebumps erupted over her naked body and her stomach churned. Pressed against their cage, blood-starved vampires waited, fangs bared as they howled for fresh meat—for her.

Darkness blocked her vision until only the smell of neglect and dirt remained. Bile rose in her throat. Her muscles trembled like half-set Jell-O, and she struggled to breathe. If her captors tossed her in with those monsters, she’d be toast. Well… vampire catnip. Whatever, she’d end up dead.

The fat warder’s breath came straight from a pigsty. His celery-stalk–thin friend sported enormous boils on his cheeks and hands. Don’t these creeps understand personal hygiene?

The way Fatso groped her exposed breasts made her flesh creep. Until today she’d delighted in her Marilyn Monroe curves, but around this pervert, she felt dirty and ashamed. When the boil-covered guard unlocked the entrance, hungry blood-drinkers surged forward.

The other guards approached the cage, nightsticks swinging. The prisoners howled, wrapped their arms around their heads, and dropped to the floor. Weakened by their hunger, they were no match for well-fed soldiers. Wary now, they backed off and formed a semicircle, penning her in the entrance.




For her.

Fatso released her arm and whacked her between her shoulder blades. Her breasts bounced as she stumbled farther into the dark cavern. Behind her, the door shut with a clang. The sound of the oversized key turning in the lock sounded her death knell.

She slammed one hand over her bare cunny and wrapped her other arm across her chest. Darkness choked her and terror froze her bones. As her eyes adjusted to blackness, a mass of ragtag creatures shuffled toward her. Their fangs gleamed through the cavern’s endless night.

When her spine pressed against the bars, they felt like icicles branding her flesh. Worse, her generous curves stopped her squeezing between them. Her pulse hammered three hundred beats a minute.

Palms clammy, she batted away the filthy hands that clawed at her naked body. Not that she had a hope in hell of coming out of this alive. “I’m a trained killer. Come near me and die.”

The feral vampires parted like the Red Sea before Moses. For one brief, beautiful moment, she thought her bluff scared them. No such luck.

A giant of a man strode toward her, his muscles bulging beneath his black leather jerkin. Shaven-headed, with a goatee beard and neat moustache, he could have passed for a member of an old-style biker gang. His dominant swagger and bulk made her pulse pound in a mix of bone-deep attraction and stomach-churning fear. Again she tried to cover her nakedness with her hands.

This gorgeous man-mountain’s eyes glowed with smoky red-gray lights—burning coals that illuminated the darkness. He dominated the other vampires by sheer force of will. “Disperse. Now.”

The mob dropped their chins and edged away.

His wide-legged, chin-high stance proclaimed him the biggest, baddest thing in there. To her, he seemed like sunshine and strength, a savior come to rescue her—unless he considered her his next meal.

With his pointed fangTs and red-eyed gaze, he should terrify her. Instead, her tongue crept over her lips, and her nipples pearled as she took a step toward him. Then her common sense kicked in. He was a vampire—a natural-born killer who’d drink her dry.

His arm shot out, yanking her against him. The contact made her cunny ache for more. Determined to escape him, she thrust her knee toward his balls. Lightning fast, he stepped sideways, but his grip on her wrists tightened.

With a sexy growl, he hoisted her over his shoulder. “No dirty tricks, cupcake.”

God, his voice. Rich with bass notes, it reverberated through her bones. Everything about him, except his incisors, sent wicked desire blazing through her. But cupcake? She’d show him cupcake.

An amused laugh rumbled around his chest as she pounded her fists on his spine. He landed a single hard slap on her bare bottom. She squealed at the unexpected pain. Her cunny clenched, but hung like a slab of meat over the giant’s shoulder, she felt powerless and vulnerable.

His oversized hand stroked her naked behind before he slapped it again. The sound echoed around the cavern. Squealing, she beat on his back. Another inmate drooled as he crept closer. “Need a taste.”

Her captor shoved at the overfamiliar vamp’s face. “Don’t touch what’s mine.”

A blast of dark, sensual heat shot through her as he claimed her as his. If she wasn’t careful, this mammoth with the toe-tingling, growly voice could consume her in more ways than one.

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#GuestPost – “Why Write Together” by Liz Crowe

Why Write Together?

Liz Crowe

On behalf of Desiree Holt, co-authors of NUMBERS GAME

We all have our heroes.

And when I say “hero” I’m talking about my personal ones, not the 40 or male ones I’ve created during the course of my writing career. I have lifestyle heroes, sports heroes, parenting heroes, my kids are even my heroes sometimes. My list of writing heroes is short, and in some cases more like hero worship from afar since a couple of them are super stars that I can only be a stan for on social media.

However, luckily for this writer, one of mine is a writer named Desiree Holt. When I think back on our earliest conversations, it was mainly me, a lowly stars-in-my-eyes romance author, wowed by the fact that she was so approachable and cool. She’s also one of Those Authors who give advice, tips, and inside scoops to those of us coming up behind her, learning the ropes of what can be a bit of a brutal industry at times.

When she figured out that I lived in Ann Arbor (at the time) we got to talking sports—a mutually favorite topic of ours. When she told me that she and some of her family were coming into town for a football game a few years ago, I made sure we met at the brewery I owned (at the time) and our friendship was sealed.  Since then, I’ve approached her with ideas for books, questions about publishers, and all sorts of author-related stuff, but in 2016, I helped organize, promote, and run a massive fundraiser for my kids’ high school’s athletic department that featured John and Jim Harbaugh, returning to the high school that John graduated from to honor them. It was a roaring success. We raised $50,000 for the athletic fund in one night, and I got to give Desiree a present. A few of the commemorative 2016 Pioneer High Hall of Fame footballs we had made were signed by both brothers so I made sure I got one and sent it to her.

All in the name of bribing her just a little bit because I had a project in mind that I wanted us to tackle together.

It worked! But because we’re both busy, it took us a few years to get to the point of actually talking through the concept that became the novel: NUMBERS GAME, that is releasing April 20 from The Wild Rose Press. We wrote in the sort of back-and-forth manner that was fun but also frustrating at times for both of us. I know I learned a lot about my process and habits as I crafted the point of view for Duncan “Hatch” Hatcher, a former pro player and coach who’s hiding the secret of his downfall in the pros, but has landed at his fictional Michigan alma mater as head coach. When we finally got the book exactly the way we wanted it, then came the challenge of finding it a publishing home. That was a task Desiree took on with a vengeance and landed us at The Wild Rose Press, a new-to-me publisher. It’s been great working with them and we’re proud to present this sports romance, featuring characters that are both divorced, both a tad jaded, but once they meet….well, those sparks catch fire quick and burn hot!

Second Chance Romance
By: Desiree Holt & Liz Crowe


Making a pass could just mean scoring a second chance…

Former pro football player and coach Duncan “Hatch” Hatcher fumbled his career and marriage. Now divorced and ready to tackle his future, he has an opportunity to redeem himself as coach of his college alma mater’s football team. But how can he can turn the team’s losing streak around and keep the secret of his downfall buried when the school agrees to a documentary that will allow a lovely journalist to dig her way into his past…and into his heart?

Olivia Grant’s ex-husband almost wrecked her journalism career while he definitely did a number on her self-esteem. The documentary on Duncan Hatcher is the perfect way to rebuild both. As a freshman in college, she’d had a crush on the senior football hero, but he hadn’t known she existed. She never expects the sparks that fly between them as they work on the project nor the struggles they must face if they both want to win.

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Every move after that, to her, seemed to have some kind of sexual connotation. 

The air between them vibrated with the electricity sparking back and forth. By the time he paid the check and they left the restaurant, every pulse in her body pounded, her breasts ached, and her teeny tiny thong was soaked. She wanted to hurry home and take a cold shower before she did something really stupid. 

In the truck, he turned on the radio and found a station playing oldies rock music that he tuned low. They rode in a silence that was more electric than uncomfortable, especially when he reached over and took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. When they reached her townhouse, he again lifted her from the cab and walked her to the door, holding her hand. When she had the door open, he turned her to face him and studied her face for a long time. She waited, wondering if she had the willpower not to cross that line from professional to personal and how much damage she’d do if she did. 

“You have to be the sexiest sports reporter I’ve ever met. I would really like to kiss you. Would that be okay with you?” 

She should have turned away, but she couldn’t find the willpower. The kiss was soft and gentle, a mere brush of lips, a touch of flesh. Then it was over, but she wanted more. A lot more. She could feel this spinning out of control, and she was powerless to stop it. 

“If you invite me in, I’m not going to turn you down.”

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USA Today best-selling and award-winning author Desiree Holt writes everything from romantic suspense and contemporary on a variety of heat levels up to erotic, a genre in which she is the oldest living author. She has been referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, and is a winner of the EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice nominee. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times and numerous other national and international publications. 

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Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville living in Central Illinois. She’s spent her time as a three-continent expat trailing spouse, mom of three, real estate agent, brewery owner and bar manager, and is currently a social media consultant and humane society development director, in addition to being an award-winning author. With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, inside fictional television stations and successful real estate offices, and even in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are compelling and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, at times frustrate, and always linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.


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#GuestPost with Susan Payne

As many of you probably know, some writers refer to their book characters as the ‘voices in their head’.  Many complain about being disturbed in the middle of the night.  Nagged to wake-up enough to write down some tidbit of information or even whole conversations. 

Often, in the light of day, those wonderous words do not seem as earth-shattering or as insightful. Often remaining a mere memo scratched out on a stray piece of paper on the nightstand.  Judged ‘not good enough’ to end up on the printed page.  All writers seem to have these epiphanies that we mourn when we read them by the light of day.

On the opposite side – because where there is a ying there is always a yang, we sometimes come up with wise and useful words everyone can learn from.  I like to call them my Will Roger’s Moments (note the capitals) or for other writers, my Mark Twain Words of Wisdom. I re-read these over and over until I have them down perfectly.  They may only be a few words within 50,000, but they are the ‘meat’ of the story.  The reason it was written.

I can’t pick them out at the moment since they work within the story itself.  Funny because of what it tells the reader about a certain character. Poignant due to what the reader has been shown about a character’s past. Momentous break-throughs in a character’s arc.

I believe a story is driven by the characters.  That a writer may have an idea, but once the words begin to form on the page it will be the characters who finish each chapter.  I use my voice to give them the freedom to say their truths – whatever they may be.  I merely pray I can give them the stage they need to do so.


Veterinarian Henrietta Manville answered a call for a coroner more than once and this time Ranger Tanner would be her guide. She was attracted to the man – who wouldn’t be? But they both had a job to do and then never see one another again. Keep it business was her motto in life and it had kept her safe so far.


Henry peered up and met Tanner’s gaze and all sound disappeared, no more singing or laughter or piano notes. The brightly lit room faded, and there was only the two of them as they were drawn to one another by some unseen force, like a magnet until his lips covered hers and Henry had her first grown-up kiss. 

     It only lasted a moment, but when Tanner pulled back and stood straighter the light and noise and piano all returned in an unwanted roar, as if they were dropped into some kind of hole with all these other people.

     Henry knew Tanner felt the same way. She was sure of it as she touched her lips in awe.

“Don’t worry, Henry, your make up is still perfect. I’m sorry. I should have waited to do that,” he apologized.

     Staring shyly into his shirt, she said, “I really should make myself more available to the reverend. Lure him into trying something.”

     Tanner’s hand tightened a little on her elbow, but then he agreed. “You’re right. I admit I can’t completely monopolize you or this whole night will be for naught. I’ll stay close. Just play with that chain around your neck if you need me, and I’ll be at your side before you know.”

     Making his way to the bar, Tanner watched covertly as she made her way to the table the preacher occupied.

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#NEBT – “Scarlet and the Big Bad” by Sierra Brave

Title: Scarlett and the Big Bad
Series: Fate Fairytales 1
Author: Sierra Brave
Release Date: March 9, 2021
Keywords/Tags: Paranormal Romance, Alpha Dom, Werewolf, Red Riding Hood Retelling, Adult Fairytale, Steamy Romance, Power Exchange, Domestic Discipline, Fantasy Romance, Magic, Romantic suspense, Fated Mates
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Promised power and position, Scarlett Capuche left her tiny village to join the prestigious Order of the Phoenix.

Monty Blackwolf never wanted a mate, especially not a human raised on a hidden farm for blood-ritual sacrifice. But his werewolf’s heightened sense of smell drew him to Scarlett’s sweet fragrance from miles away.

Duty-bound to protect her, he will break her of her religious devotion to the magical terrorist group responsible for the murders of his parents and older brother, even if he has to put her over his knee and turn her bottom as red as her hair.She belongs to him now, and he will claim all of her despite his affliction with a unique, third shifter-form he doesn’t fully understand and isn’t able to control.

Will Monty save Scarlett, or will he prove more dangerous to her than anyone else?

Author’s Note: If you’re offended by steamy fairytale retellings with graphic language, explicit put-you-in-the-moment love scenes, elements of power exchange, and domestic discipline, you might want to look for a different book.

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He cleared up the tea tray and then moved the table about a foot back from the couch before taking his seat right beside where she was standing. He spread his feet apart and took her hand. Before she understood what was happening, he pulled her over his knee.

She gulped as her hands reached out to his hardwood floor, steadying her body as her head hung down across from her shoes. She hadn’t been in such a position since she was six-years-old. “What are you doing?”

“What I have to do to keep you safe.” Her face burned with shame as he rubbed his palm across her bottom. His circular movements stirred something between her thighs, a tingling ache she hadn’t expected.

“Please don’t.” A shiver scurried up her spine as she tightened her stomach muscles, attempting to raise her torso.

As he lifted his hand, she immediately missed the weight and heat until he landed a swat across her ass. Her mouth opened on a gasp, though he hadn’t struck her hard. 

He hit me! A slight sting resonated, but the pulsing beneath her skirt had intensified. Her face flamed from her cheeks to her ears, but she took consolation in him not knowing. If he could somehow see what she was feeling, the humiliation would have been unbearable. The second swat landed, followed by the third. “Ow!” More and more fell until she lost count and a slow burn built across her rear. She squirmed as the stinging amplified.

Cool air covered the back of her legs as he lifted the hem of her dress and threw it over her back. Her jaw dropped. “Wait. No.” She reached behind her, attempting to push the garment back down, but he forced her arm away, overpowering her with ease.

“You aren’t in charge here.”

About Sierra:

Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of heart-pounding, blush-inducing romance with put-you-in-the-moment love scenes. She enjoys writing about a variety of gorgeous alpha males who can’t resist head-strong heroines. Curvy girls have a special place in her heart and often grace the pages of her books. Tales of shifters, cowboys, twisted fairy tales, space pirates, Amazon warriors, and vampires capture her imagination as do tempting spanking and ménage scenarios, but she also engages in more down-to-earth themes such as office romance. You’ll find lots of unique characters and humor in all of her stories.

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#AuthorInterview with Rue Allyn

New Interview with Rue. Thanks for stopping by. Let’s get started…

Why did you decide to write romance novels

In 1996, I received my Ph.D. in Middle English Literature. I had written a 300+ page dissertation on dream visions. Reading romances was one of the few things that made academic writing tolerable. When I finished the dissertation, I figure if I could write that many pages of boring academic text, I could probably manage 250+ pages of a much more interesting romance novel. I was right, but it took me three years to get good enough at it to interest a publisher.

How much of your personality and life experiences are in your writing?

Both a lot and a little. I try to use settings from places where I have actually been. (I’ve never been to England’s east coast, but we’ll talk about that later). If I can, I use information from past employment and activities. Much of the emotion I write originates in feelings I’ve had at one time or another. However, I can categorically state that nothing—with the exception of geographic locations–I write relates directly to anything I’ve done or experienced.

Which comes first, the story, the characters, or the setting?

For me it’s either title (which often changes as I write) or character. The character tells me everything important, where when what why etc. Usually, title is only first if the book is not part of a series. An example of this is my first regency, The French Duchess. I had been asked by an editor to write a book about a duke. I thought dukes had been overdone, so I offered a duchess book instead, and The French Duchess popped into my head. Then I had to figure out exactly who this duchess was and why she was known as ‘The French Duchess’ when she was very definitely English.

What inspired you to write this particular novellaWait for Me?

I had been working on The French Duchess when I was invited to join a group of authors called The Bluestocking Belles. All of the authors write regency romances. Some of us branch out into other sub-genres of romance. Every year we put together a collection of novellas. Each novella is related to the others, most often by setting. Occasionally characters from one novella will appear in another. The cooperative writing of these novellas is great fun and very inspiring. However, I digress. 

Once I finished The French Duchess, I knew there would be at least two more Duchess books. The next in the series would be The Pirate Duchess. I was starting work on that novel when the Belles decided to create their most recent collection Storm & Shelter. Because my mind was already full of heroine Esmaralda Crobbin (pirate, although she would say privateer) and her hero Captain Brandon Gilroy of HM Royal Navy, I decided to write the novella Wait for Me as one part of their journey from enemies to lovers. It was the perfect story to include in The Bluestocking Belles and Friends collection, Storm & Shelter. That book is available now on pre-order for $.99. When the book is released on April 13, 2021, the price will go up.

About Wait for Me: Fate trumps nature, and these enemies became good friends then casual lovers. Only doubt and family secrets can keep them from sealing their love with marriage.

Esmeralda Crobbin, aka the pirate Irish Red, and Captain, Lord Brandon Gilroy were enemies by nature who first met during a battle at sea. But fate trumps nature when a fierce storm creates a chance encounter and forced proximity. Brandon learns the pirate is a woman of serious honor and responsibility. Esmeralda discovers the captain is more than a uniform stuffed with rules and regulations. Both love the sea with boundless passion, but can they love each other?

About Storm & Shelter: When a storm blows off the North Sea and slams into the village of Fenwick on Sea, the villagers prepare for the inevitable: shipwreck, flood, land slips, and stranded travelers. The Queen’s Barque Inn quickly fills with the injured, the devious, and the lonely—lords, ladies, and simple folk; spies, pirates, and smugglers all trapped together. Intrigue crackles through the village, and passion lights up the hotel. One storm, eight authors, eight heartwarming novellas.

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Award winning author, Rue Allyn, learned story telling at her grandfather’s knee. (Well it was really more like on his knee—I was two.) She’s been weaving her own tales ever since. She has worked as an instructor, mother, sailor, clerk, sales associate, and painter, along with a variety of other types of employment. She has lived and traveled in places all over the globe from Keflavik Iceland (I did not care much for the long nights of winter.) and Fairbanks Alaska to Panama City and the streets of London England to a large number of places in between. Now that her two sons have left the nest, Rue and her husband of more than four decades (Try living with the same person for more than forty years—that’s a true adventure.) have retired and moved south.  When not writing, enjoying the nearby beach or working jigsaw puzzles, Rue travels the world and surfs the internet in search of background material and inspiration for her next heart melting romance. She loves to hear from readers, and you may contact her at  She can’t wait to hear from you.

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Review:  “Storm & Shelter is a wonderful collection of short stories that every fan of Regency Romance will adore!” Amanda Carlisle, Reviewer for InD’Tale magazine

#BookAniversary #GuestPost – “Rock House Grill” by D.V. Stone

Happy Birthday to Rock House Grill. 

I can’t believe it’s been a year already since publication. The road to get there was filled with potholes and detours. Rock House Grill started out as a NaNoWriMo challenge in November of 2015. The challenge is 50,000 words in 30 days. I was able to complete the first draft and received my certificate. Then, like many manuscripts, it was set aside while I finished other projects. I had a couple of independents in the hopper and focused on those.

Fast forward to 2019. I pulled up some old files, and there sat Rock House waving at me. “Hey, remember me?” I did, and with fresh eyes, began to revisit. I’d always dreamed of becoming a traditionally published author. To be able to say, my publishing house—my editor. I began to send out query letters. Let’s just say most places don’t even send a response, much less express an interest.

I sent several letters out in May. Word of warning. Be careful to look things over before you hit send. In horror, I realized the salutation in the email to The Wild Rose Press had another’s name on it. Panic ensued, and a new email went out. “Wild Rose Press. I know you’re The Wild Rose Press!”

Well, I blew that one. Wait. Not necessarily. A few days before my birthday, there was a ding in my inbox. Please send… OMG! Then came the next. Please send the full manuscript. After a couple of starts, stops, and a change in editors, this came on Jul 13, 2017. 

Dear Donna,

My name is ELF and I am the editor who has been assigned to evaluate your story, “The Rock House Grill,” for The Wild Rose Press

Poor ELF didn’t know what she was getting into. At one point, she had to use tough love and warn me I had one more chance. 

So here we are in 2021. You do the math. Publishing for me is not a straight road. I imagine for many, it’s a long pothole-filled one. But don’t give up. Even when you send the wrong email. 

Rock House Grill and I are celebrating our first birthday together. Coming soon is the second Impact book Jazz House. Who knows when that book birthday will be. But I’m sure it will be as sweet as this one. You want to know why? Just like having more than one child, holding each of your subsequent books is an amazing feeling.

My final word to you? Go forth and be bold. Don’t let fear or worry hold you back. I promise it’s worth it.

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One man’s choices—One woman’s impact
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Aden House, successful but driven chef and TV personality, refuses to slow down. His life implodes one night, damaging him both physically and emotionally. He’s rescued by a woman he thinks of as his angel.

Shay McDowell has rebuilt her life after her divorce. She juggles volunteer EMT duties and her job, while dreaming of becoming a chef. She finds her way to Rock House Grill and back into the life of the man she helped save.

Can love be the ingredient needed to survive the many obstacles they face?


This engrossing story had it all, mystery, suspense, and romance. The twists and turns made it impossible to put down. I enjoyed the supporting characters as well. I will be looking for more from this talented storyteller.

This book is a delightful, savory, hopeful, fun, romantic, and warmhearted read!!

I really enjoyed this romantic suspense. The author portrayed a vivid description of the glamorous world of the high-end restaurant business. The characters were believable, and I rooted for Shay, the heroine, to overcome the many obstacles in her quest to find true love with Aden, the physically and emotionally damaged hero.

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“Easy, you’re going to be okay.” A soft voice eased through the chaos around him. The owner of the voice grabbed his arms and held them in a firm but gentle grip. “I’m right here with you. You are not alone.” “Can hardly m-move.” His voice slurred. “C-can’t see anything.” “You’ve been in an accident. I’m an EMT with the ambulance squad,” the velvety voice calmly explained. “You can’t see well because we’re under a tarp. Hold still, okay?” “‘K.” A small light flickered at the edge of his vision. It shone into a bag next to him. Penlight. “You’re restrained to a board. It’s to keep your head from moving and causing more injury.” She continued to talk to him. The voice reached down somewhere inside him, calming and peaceful, so he focused on it. A glow from spotlights on the outside lit whatever covered them. The shadow gave the woman the appearance of a halo—like an angel.

About the Author

Hi, my name is D. V. Stone. I am a multi-genre author of two independently published books. Felice, Shield-Mates of Dar is a fantasy romance. Agent Sam Carter and the Mystery at Branch Lake is a mid-grade paranormal. Recently, Rock House Grill was released by Wild Rose Press. Rainbow Sprinkles, a novella released on July 8th. I also host Welcome to the Campfire and A Peek Through the Window, both weekly blogs. Here’s a little more about me.

Born in Brooklyn, D.V. Stone has moved around a bit and even lived for a time on a dairy farm in Minnesota before moving back east. Throughout her wandering, she always considered herself a Jersey Girl. She met and married the love of her life, Pete—a lifelong Jersey Man, and moved this time to Sussex County.  They live with Hali, a mixed breed from the local shelter, and their cat Baby.

D.V.’s career path varied from working with the disabled to become a volunteer EMT, which in turn led to working in hospital emergency rooms and then in a women’s state prison. After a few years, she took a break from medicine and became the owner of Heavenly Brew, a specialty coffee shop in Sparta, NJ, and a small restaurant in Lafayette. Life handed some setbacks. She ended up back in the medical field, but this time in a veterinary emergency hospital. 

“Thank you for taking the time to read about me. Each time you open the pages to one of my books, I hope you’ll be swept away by the story and find encouragement in your own life, never to give up on hope.”

— D.V. Stone

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After the storm come the rainbows.

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One foolish thought. One brutal act. Instead of a peaceful alliance––war.

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A Mid-grade paranormal

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#AuthorInterview with Bernadette Jones

New Interview with Bernadette. Thanks for stopping by. Let’s get started…

Why did you decide to write romance novels? 

I’ve been hooked on romance since the day I found my grandmother’s Georgette Heyer book, Black Sheep. I also love mysteries and figuring out who did the dastardly deed before the book finishes. Once I realized I wanted to be a writer, it was inevitable that I would become a romantic suspense author. 

How much of your personality and life experiences are in your writing?

As a romance reader, I have always believed that romance novels have the power to teach and heal. 

Romance writers can be brave and daring. Our stories explore love and hate. We traverse hardships and untethered successes. Our characters may rise up from humble beginnings to become the newest millionaire, or lose everything, becoming homeless. Through their achievements and losses, we take a trip of emotional discovery. The reader learns that hope is the great equalizer, that faith in ourselves can lead to opportunities we may never have expected. We teach about life, healing and love.

We do that by drawing on our own stockpile of experiences or by holding witness to the trials and victories of friends and family. Writers, whether intentionally or subliminally, cannot help but share what we have experienced or witnessed through others.

Which comes first, the story, the characters, or the setting?

All the above. Every book I have ever written has come to me as if a movie reel randomly starts playing a scene in my head. Then my job begins…Who? What? Where? When? Why? 

I’ll give you an example. One night I woke up and a scene began to play in my head of a tall dark-haired man dressed in grey sweatpants standing on a muddy shoreline looking down at the naked body of a young strawberry blonde woman. I could tell he knew her by the anguish in his eyes. This was the birth of Sleepin’ Alone, my first book for the Aspen Gold series.

What inspired you to write this particular book, Lonely Eyes?

We first met the hero from Lonely Eyes in Sleepin’ Alone and he made more appearances in Stay A Little Longer. Honestly, he would not leave me alone. The heroine had been in my head since the Aspen Gold Series had been conceived. One night I had that ‘duh’ moment when I realized Owen was the perfect hero for Keira. I can’t say more, you will understand when you read the book.

Lonely Eyes (Aspen Gold the Series book 12)
ISBN: ISBN: 9781735714400
Written by Bernadette Jones
Published by Aspen Gold Books
Cover Artist: Cassandra Hsieh and Cat & Doxie
Released: September 18, 2020
Genres/Themes: Romantic Suspense, Action Adventure, Contemporary Romance, Runaway, Revenge


There is an art to pursuit. 

Keira is running out of time. The handsome stranger with the dragon tattoo says he can keep her safe, but he doesn’t know the demon on her trail… Will her mysterious past lead her to escape or drag her back to living hell?

Owen Strong has suffered tragedy, but he’s made a new family in Spencer, Colorado—one he will protect at all costs.  When he finds determined Keira HoaThi, she rouses more than just trouble. Looking into her lonely eyes, he sees that everyone’s in danger. 

But she’s come to the right place. He’s the monster hunter.

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Bernadette Jones

Romantic Suspense Writer, Never Give Up-er,

First Wives Club-er, Lifelong Dream Achiever & Mom

Bernadette Jones has been making up stories since she learned to read on her daddy’s lap. She has imagined casts of characters everywhere she’s called home: Texas, Oregon, Washington, South Dakota, Nebraska, Illinois, Massachusetts, and now New York.

Books and music filled her life as she, her dad and two brothers traveled the country. She would sit in the back seat of the car—her older brother always got to ride shotgun—listening to the current music on the radio, looking out the window and spinning a story based on a phrase she’d heard in the lyrics. As you can imagine, traveling the country, the music changed from state to state, as did the stories. To this day, she enjoys a wide variety of music and book genres. 

After a career in corporate writing, she’s decided to settle down and put pen to paper doing what she loves. Living the dream in her NYC apartment with her canine companion, she’s bringing her stories and characters to life.

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About the series:

Aspen Gold The Series is a unique continuity series where the town and its founder are the thread tying all stories together. Bernadette Jones’s books are all standalone, with characters you’ve met making guest appearances, or perhaps taking the limelight. Recommended for mature adults 18+, due to language, violence, sex and subjects that may be difficult for some readers. 


“If you like your romance with a lot of suspense and a hefty dose of steam, then Lonely Eyes—or really anything by Bernadette Jones—is for you. Jones has an uncanny knack for painting her scenes with an urgency that has the reader at the edge of their seat. Every time I pick up one of her books, I’m sucked immediately into the action and the pages just fly by. Her characters are believably flawed, grow beautifully, and the bedroom scenes are turn-the-fan-on hot.”

Amazon 5 Star reviewer

#AuthorInterview with Seelie Kay

Seelie Kay is back with a new mini interview. Let’s see what she has to say…

Q.  Why do you write romance?

Because I am fascinated by the games people play to find and secure a lasting relationship, which is not always love. There’s the chase, the courtship, the falling, the surrender. That’s what I try to capture in my stories.

Q.  Do you prefer a certain type of romantic hero?

I adore smart, dashing gentlemen who aren’t afraid to live on the edge. They can be a bad boy, a billionaire, a prince, or a secret agent. That hint of danger just hooks me! However, I they have to be paired with strong, independent women who aren’t afraid to fight for what they want, even love.

Q.  Why did you write “Bovine Tricks?”

I have long wanted to write a series that features the MI6 agent who appears in some of the Feisty Lawyers books, Tillie Spencer. She is a misfit with good intentions. Tillie is a staunch Monarchist who has devoted much of her career to rescuing or retrieving minor royals in trouble. She literally works at the behest of The Firm. I wanted to further explore that relationship, as well as examine her personal life. This story became the vehicle to do that. I began by brainstorming about situations that might be worthy of the Queen’s intervention and extrapolated from that. Strange sexual fetishes made the list, so I began to explore the ones that breached reality, ones that could be fact or fiction. I arrived at Hucows. Essentially, a Hucow is defined as a submissive woman who enjoys forced lactation at the hands of her dominant and/or behaving as or being cared for as a cow to escape reality. I’m not convinced Hucows actually exist, but ultimately, readers can decide. On the personal side, Abdul is most definitely Tillie’s weakness. However, he wants babies. Tillie wants a career. She isn’t convinced she can have both.

Bovine Tricks (Royals Gone Rogue 1)
Release Date: April 9, 2021
Publisher: Extasy Books
Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance, Fantasy, four flames


Lady Annabelle Trask is missing. Unfortunately, MISix doesn’t know if they’re looking for a woman, a cow, or something in between!

Is it real or is it fantasy? That’s the question MISix Agent Mathilda Honoria Spencer struggles with on her latest assignment. Tasked with discovering the whereabouts of Lady Annabelle Trask, Tillie is thrust into the world of Hucows and other human animals. It’s a world that raises serious questions about sexual fetishes, intentional physical enhancements, and even pornography, but in the end, Tillie has only one mission—to rescue and return Lady Annabelle to the Queen. However, as she and her partner, Agent Abdul Ali, attempt to find Lady Annabelle and keep her out of the clutches of terrorists bent on destroying the monarchy, they must also wrestle with their feelings for each other. Can they draw the line between their duty to the Crown and their relationship with one another? Or must they embark on separate paths to continue to serve the Queen?

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Tillie’s face reddened. Suddenly, she felt quite queasy. She started to speak, but her superior held up his hand. 

“There’s more. This is a human-animal auction. It is not limited to Hucows. There will be Hupigs, Huhorses, and maybe even, Husheep. Fortunately, you are to focus on the cows. That is where we believe Lady Annabelle will be found.”

Tillie gazed at him. “What if she isn’t there? What if she has changed…er, species?”

“I suggest you cross that bridge when you come to it.”

“And what am I to do if I find Lady Annabelle? How do I extract her?”

“You purchase her at the auction. You have been given sufficient funds to bid up to one million Euros.”

Tillie’s eyes grew wide. “Criminy. That much?” 

Lord Ryder nodded. “These cows are well-trained and well-treated. The females are pampered—weekly manicures, hair treatments, and such. A happy cow is a happy milker, as they say.”

Tillie’s eyes widened. “Lady Annabelle could be there willingly? She is not necessarily a captive, forced be a Hucow?”

“Exactly. And that is our dilemma. While the Queen hopes that she is there willingly, several factors are at play. Lady Annabelle may have freely joined a farm to become a Hucow, or she may just have danced on the wild side and somehow wound up at auction. In the alternative, she may have been kidnapped and forced to become a Hucow, or she may have been forced and now enjoys the lifestyle. There are all sorts of reasons she could be there and all sorts of reasons she prefers to stay. Our only mission is to get her out.”

Tillie frowned. “Why would they put her up for auction? Isn’t that a way to get rid of unproductive or uncooperative cows?”

“Not necessarily. Some farms simply raise and train Hucows, then sell them. Given their going rate, it is a lucrative business. A great way to supplement the income from a regular farm. Human cows bring much more lucre than actual farm-raised cows.”

Tillie sighed. “For just one day, I would like to forget that there is a whole lot of people engaged in activities that far surpass my imagination.”

Lord Ryder’s mouth curved up into a wry smile. “Then we would be out of a job.”

Tillie tapped her jaw, considering. “You know, this might be a better job for the Yanks. They are a kinky bunch. I believe there was a recent study that found them to be the kinkiest country in the world.”

Lord Ryder snorted. “If you were the Queen, would you want that bunch of kinksters to know your relatives are participating in like behavior? Why their intelligence services would find a way to use it against us for decades.” He shook his head. “No. This we do alone.”

About Seelie Kay:

Award-winning author Seelie Kay writes about lawyers in love, sometimes with a dash of kink.

Writing under a nom de plume, the former lawyer and journalist draws her stories from more than 30 years in the legal world. Seelie’s wicked pen has resulted in nineteen works of fiction, including the new paranormal romance series Donovan Trait, as well the erotic romance Kinky Briefs series and The Feisty Lawyers romantic suspense series. She also authored The Last Christmas, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, The President’s Wife, The President’s Daughter, Seizing Hope, The White House Wedding, and participated in the romance anthology Pieces of Us.

When not spinning romantic tales, Seelie ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. Currently, she resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, WI, where she enjoys opera, the Green Bay Packers, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine. 

Seelie is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!

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#GuestPost – Listening to your dreams by Fiona McGier

Let’s welcome Fiona! Thanks for being here. My readers and I want to learn more about this very special dream you had…

From Fiona — I do enjoy my dreams.

My name is Fiona McGier and I write contemporary erotic romance. But every once in a while, my muse gives me different ideas. For example, back in 2012 when everyone was concerned about the end of the Mayan long-count calendar, I began to write about a heroine who had appeared to me in a dream. I’ve learned to trust my dreams, since they’ve resulted in some of my favorite books. The heroine was a Black neuro-biologist who was working in a lab, trying to identify the brain chemicals that control intelligence. I got the first chapter written, then when I tried to write the second one to introduce the hero, a Native American doctor, I got the worst case of writer’s block that I’d ever had! So I put that book aside and figured I’d ignore it for a while.

A week or so later, I had the weirdest dream I’ve ever had! I’ve dreamed up scenes from a book, or characters–even entire story arcs. But I was always an observer. In this dream, a tall man with very pale skin and white hair strode up to me and spoke directly to me, saying that I was having trouble with my book because I was giving her the wrong hero. Then he smiled, showing me vampire fangs. “I don’t write vampires,” I told him. “Too overdone.” He smiled again, saying, “Research the Mayans.” I woke up, just a bit freaked out!

But I sat at my laptop and did some research, as he’d suggested. What I found was that every religious ceremony in Mayan culture required blood-letting–usually by the public figures, involving piercing themselves with thorns, or pulling things through their body parts, like a tongue, and bleeding into a container. Why did they need all of that blood? Well, if their gods were vampires…

Then I reopened the manuscript and not only did the book almost write itself, I also wrote a short sequel, that finished off the story arc. When that publisher closed, I got the rights back and republished the story as one long saga. It’s called Prophecy of the Mayan Undead. I published it on Smashwords, but it’s available at many book outlets. And here’s a hint–it’s not 2012 that was crucial–it’s 2021!

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Part One

Keesha is a neurobiology researcher determined to discover the secret to intelligence to save humanity from itself. What she learns leads her to realize a bigger threat comes from beyond the stars. Yuri is a Russian vampire whose long-dead feelings respond to the scientist whose brain he admires but whose curves he can’t resist. Will his love reach the places in her heart that she has ignored for so long? And can they defeat the ancient Mayan mummy who has invaded Keesha’s mind in order to stop her from discovering what the Propecy of the Mayan Undead reveals?

Part Two

As Keesha and Yuri continue to try to eliminate the Mayan threat to humanity, they have to enlist the aid of Niu Ying, a brilliant Chinese neurobiologist. As a gifted child Niu Ying was given to the state by her Chinese parents, leading to a harsh life. Her un-dead existence has been worse. When other vampires urge her not to further the destruction of humans, they bring a blue furry alien Visitor. She never expected to discover her own humanity in the arms of an alien–he never expected to fall in love. Can their passion bridge the gap between their races? And can they join forces with the others to face the return of the Mayan aliens and save humanity?


Keesha is a neuro-biologist who has been researching the key to intelligence.  Once she found it, she was sent home, told not to tell anyone about what she had found, then two men showed up at her apartment, and now she is locked in the trunk of their car.  They had walked away to get gas for their car, now they’re back:

Keesha was terrified to heat the men return. They opened the gas tank to refill the car.

“Maybe I should open the trunk and make sure the bitch is still in there?”

“You idiot! The trunk is still closed. I tied her up myself. Not even Houdini could get out of those knots. I learned how to make them nice and tight in the Navy.”

“Can’t I open it up and just play with her a little? She’s not going to complain with that gag in her mouth–and who’s she going to tell?”

“Fine. I’ll finish pouring the gas in. You go have a little fun with our guest. Then we gotta get outta here before someone notices the car.”

“Who? We never saw no cars on the way into or out of town. There’s no one out here to hear her scream.”

The trunk was opened. Keesha closed her eyes, hoping that if she appeared to be still unconscious, they would leave her alone. She felt the tip of a gun against her cheek, as it stroked her face.

“Aw, she’s still out cold. That’s no fun.”

“Just feel her up, then let’s get out of here. I’m getting a weird feeling that we’re being watched.”

“By who? There’s no one else out in this God-forsaken–what the fuck?”

Keesha heard a swooshing sound. She opened her eyes to see a blur of movement.  She heard a snarling growl, combined with the yells of real fear coming from her two tormentors.

“Kill the bitch!”

She felt the gun stuck into her ribs and held her breath. The gun fired, the bullet pierced into her, and she found it difficult to let out the breath–or to breathe in any more air.

There was the awful sound of breaking bones–then silence. Someone leaned over into the trunk to lift her gently out, as if she was as light as a feather. She felt herself being laid on the ground, fighting to breathe. Her blood pulsed out of her through the chest wound, soaking her clothes, making them stick to her. Her rescuer tore through the knots that she had been unable to budge, and she tried to thank him with her last gasps of air.

“Tha–thanks.” She choked on her own blood. Her head was beginning to swim.

“Keesha, look at me.”

The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but very distant, as if she was moving far away from him. She tried to focus her gaze, seeing only the outline of a man’s torso, with a face barely visible, topped with white hair that shone in the dim moonlight.

“I had hoped to spare you this, but I have no other choice now. I can’t lose you. I won’t. But you must choose right now, before it’s too late. Do you want to live?”

In her mind she giggled. But all that came out of her mouth was a gargling sound. “Um, yeah. Don’t think–option anymore–“

“Yes, it is. But if I do this thing, you’ll be changed. You’ll be alive, yet not alive. Are you sure you want me to do this?”

Her head nodded up and down. Darkness began to descend, her vision clouded by the blood that was everywhere now. She felt herself drifting off. Am I going anywhere? Or will I just lose consciousness, and have no more thoughts?

Suddenly her mind was invaded by a tall, blond man with an intense look in his eyes. There was an icy fire in their blue depths.

What are you doing here? I’m busy dying. Who are you?

You are dying, but not in the way you expect. What I’m doing is ensuring that you will wake up again tomorrow night. What images would you like me to entertain you with, as your body dies?

She tried to shrug, but was unable to move any part of her body. She felt herself being held by strong arms, with the tiny hairs on her neck standing at full attention. The lips on her neck created a drowsy, drugged feeling in her mind.

His words whispered in her brain. How about something erotic?

Yes, please.

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I sub in high schools during the school year. Otherwise I’m writing and blogging about my books–and reading and writing reviews. Not only do I write erotic romance, I love to read it too. I often read while camping with my long-time HEA. Our four adult kids sometimes join us. I’m an avid Jazzerciser, and I love to hike in the woods. I also enjoy sewing–mostly masks these days– crocheting afghans to keep my loved ones warm, and baking–cookies, muffins, and especially pies. I’m known for my never-fail pie crust, so I put the recipe on my website under the pies tab, along with some of my family’s favorites, that I featured in one of my books that had a heroine who baked lots of pies.

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#PreOrder – “The Groom” by Lyndell Williams

The Groom
By Lyndell Williams
Interracial, Friends to Lovers Romance
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Release Date: 4/2/21
ASIN: B08Z4DD684
Kindle Unlimited
The boy next door became a whole man.


They’re not kids anymore. 

Just when he starts to get his act together,  Mansur wakes to an empty bed and a crying baby. His wife leaves him with their infant on the day he starts a new job. Uneasy and alone, he looks across the street to Faiza for help. As he relies on their long friendship, desires for the sexy firefighter reawaken within him. 

Faiza can’t deny Mansur, even though she should. Her heart broke when he married another woman. She got herself together and moved on. Now, he is back in their childhood neighborhood and her life. She knows they’re just friends, but she can’t help longing for more.  

Family and culture kept them apart when young, but Mansur won’t allow interference from anyone or anything. He is determined to make Faiza more than just a friend.

The Groom is a boy-next-door romance full of passion and an alpha who proves that he is no longer a little boy. **NO cliffhanger, Guaranteed HEA.**

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Fast, pray, love. 

The men of the Ramadan Nights series love their Creator and women.

Igniting passion within them is worship.

The Ramadan Nights series features four exciting and inspirational romances by bestselling and award-winning authors. Get ready to be captivated by characters as they explore the links between faith and sensuality. This vibrant series includes a spectrum of New Adult and Adult fiction, from sweet to steamy. Enjoy romance stories of second chance love, friends to lovers …

Fall in love with strong, confident alphas and heroines as they undergo tests of resolve to love and captivate each other from sunset until daybreak.

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Faiza reached for the popcorn bowl before Mansur put it on the table. “Thank you.”

He smiled and sat at Beni’s feet; his little body stretched between them. “Do you want anything else?”

“What you, need more time away from the feeding frenzy?” She popped a handful of buttery goodness in her mouth, looking at the screen and him.

He sat and rested an ankle on the opposite knee. “I told you, I’ve changed. So, let’s get into your sick fixation with cannibalism.”

She scoffed. “How many times do I have to tell you? It’s not cannibalism. The Titans aren’t human, not exactly, anyway. They’re shifters. “She moved to the edge of her seat. A giant scooped up a poor townsperson, gnashing the snack between its enormous teeth. “See, that’s what happens when you don’t listen.” Her guffaws burst through the room with the next fighting scene. “Oops, Beni.” She covered her mouth and looked down at him. Barely a move. “Who am I kidding? He can sleep through anything.”

Mansur draped an arm over the back of the sofa. “That’s the truth.” He lifted one of Beni’s arm. It fell flat on the couch.

She waved a hand. “Stop that. We don’t want to take any chances. We’re only done with season one.”

“Wait, how many of these things are we supposed to watch?”

She lifted more popcorn in front of her lips. “It depends. How sorry do you feel? I think at least the first three seasons is enough penance.”


“It’s the weekend.”

“We have prayer.”

“We’ll make them between seasons like we did the last one. All you’re doing is proving that you’re still frightened.”

“Oh, I’m not scared. Fine, three seasons.”

She shoved the popcorn in her mouth, chest swelled with victory.

He winked. “I guess I’ll sleep here.”

That got a gasp out of her, allowing a piece of popcorn to wedge in the back of her throat. She lurched forward, coughing with no noise, grabbing the edge of the table for dear life. Bits of chewed popcorn sprayed in front of her, but the one morsel killing her stayed lodged.

“Crap, Faiza.” Mansur lifted and spun her. He wrapped his strong arms under her breasts and pulled her against him.

She clamped her hands over his hairy forearms. It would have been a turn on if she weren’t dying. The popcorn flew across the room after Mansur’s third try. Her entire belly ached, and pride sat lying on the floor next to the hunk food in a tiny pool of saliva. “Tha—thank …” She bent over, resting her hands on her knees while he stroked her back.

“Just breathe.” His soothing words clashed with a series of explosions bursting from the screen. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah.” She fell back in her seat. He sat across from her on the coffee table. “Humiliated, but fine.”

He laughed. “For real? It’s me, Mansur.”

She met his gaze. The kindness in his gray eyes drove away concerns of dying and flesh-eating giants. He was right. She shouldn’t be embarrassed, not with him. “I know it’s you. I’m glad it’s you.” She couldn’t stop staring at him. “Listen. We’ve been friends since we were babies, but lately—” A knock at the front door stopped her.

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Lyndell Williams is an award-winning writer and bestselling author. She is a cultural critic with a background in literary criticism specializing in romance. She is an editor, writing coach and mentor. She has been published in peer-reviewed journals and writes for multiple online publications.

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