Beneath the Void
Elisa Dane
(Fighting Chance #2)
Published by: Swoon Romance
Publication date: August 9th 2016
Genres: Romance, Young Adult

Sadie Reynolds is drowning.

Months have passed since Ian Daniels and Newton Daily opened fire at Atwood High school, killing dozens of students before turning the guns on themselves.

Determined to pay tribute to her fallen classmates and teachers, Sadie’s thrown herself into the memorial project at the newly rebuilt school. But it’s not enough. Horrific dreams of the shooting intertwined with memories of the night her mother was murdered keep her up at night and haunt her during the day.

The constant stream of hate raining down on her from faceless social media trolls only make matters worse. Her boyfriend, Hayden brings the only source of relief when he sneaks in to sleep next to her on nights her dad is at work.

Desperate for normalcy, Sadie fills every waking moment of her day with anything to take her mind off her pain. If she’s exhausted, she’ll be too tired to acknowledge the new threat gunning for her.

BENEATH the VOID is book 2 in Elisa Dane’s Fighting Chance series, a hard-hitting and unapologetically raw look at teen violence in schools and the aftermath of learning to pick up the pieces and heal.

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ELISA DANE is a self-proclaimed book junkie. A lover of handbags, chocolate, and reality television, she's a proud mother to three All- Star cheerleaders. Writing is her absolute passion, and it's her mission to create stories that will not only take you on a romantic journey that will warm your heart, but help you find a new respect and interest in the sport of All-Star cheerleading.

Elisa is no stranger to the publishing world. She writes steamy paranormal romance under her real name, Lisa Sanchez. Her adult works include the Hanford Park series (Eve Of Samhain, Pleasures Untold, and Faythe Reclaimed), Obsessed (an erotic suspense), and a paranormal novella, Cursing Athena. Elisa lives in Northern California with her husband, three daughters, and a feisty Chihuahua who stubbornly believes she's human.

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Lust, love, and second chances. Growing up in the fast-paced and rough life of a motorcycle club wasn’t easy. Cleaning up the mess his father had made of Vipers Creed meant sacrifice. Cade ‘Spook’ Baker had given up everything to bring the club life back to what it was supposed to be: a family. The choices he made were not what he wanted, but they were necessary for the club as a whole. Second chances rarely came to Spook, so when his Trixie walked boldly into his clubhouse, the decision was made. Trixie would once again be his, this time for good. Trix Lamasters was raised by a master—a master con. All grown up, she made her life solid by making it about her club, Sirens. But one bad business decision brought her to her knees, forcing her to call on the one person she had sworn she would never trust again. Pasts have a way of not staying there. Things that were buried deep have a way of finding themselves in the light of a new day. Could something that had once crashed and burned for Spook and Trixie find a way out of the wreckage? With the odds against them, can they find a way to overcome the challenges, or will it all blow up in their faces? **Due to content, mature audiences only.**

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Wes ‘Stiff’ Collins lived life on the wild side. He worked from the moment he knew what the word meant, always making the best of every situation. There was nothing about his past he would change. Without a real family except his brother Xander, Stiff joined the Vipers Creed Motorcycle Club, and they taught him what it was to have people he could depend on. When his past crashed into his present, he vowed to protect the club that had always been his steady, even if it meant turning his back on the woman who had given him life. Chelsea Miller’s life was simple: work, take care of her family, and save for the future. Everything was about having a goal and a plan. However, when her sister ended up battered and bruised on a diner floor, everything she thought was in her past suddenly threatened her future. In a moment, she had a new goal, everything else be damned. She would protect her family … at all costs. Stiff and Chelsea’s worlds collide in an explosion of determination, strength, and lust. Will they give in to temptation, or will conquering each other be too steep a price? Two people not afraid to put in the work will either overcome everything in their paths or finally crumble under life’s troubles they can’t escape, all in the name of family. **Due to content, mature audiences only.**

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Time seemed to stand still at this time of night, the time just before closing but not quite midnight. The time when your feet ached so badly they screamed at you to sit down, yet you knew, if you did, you wouldn’t get back up to finish out the night. Huffing out a breath, I watched the clock. Tick, tock. Each second passed as I wished and hoped for customers to come in to keep me busy before I closed out the night. Only an hour to go before I had to clean up and go to bed alone. As if fate heard my wish for once in my life, the bell above the door chimed, and the air in Charlie’s Diner suddenly thickened with their presence, compressing, making the space feel smaller. It happened every damn time they came. I thought at one time it was just the age of this place, the low ceilings or something, that made it small. Nope. It was them: the five grown, hulking, badass men who each stood tall, proud, and screamed trouble. The Viper’s Creed Motorcycle Club, namely Spook, Boner, Stiff, and Dawg. Each man was over six-feet tall, and each exuded a commanding presence. Small town chatter was always buzzing with different stories of the men, Charlie included. It seemed people were divided over the club. Some spoke their praises of helping little old lady Pearson with her groceries in the car, while others swore they were criminals. Me, well, I was nothing more than a waitress at a diner, trying to keep my head above water. I didn’t really care what the men did or didn’t do. When they came in, which I had to admit was pretty regularly, they were always excellent tippers. At the end of the day, that was all I was concerned with. Rolling my shoulders back and stiffening my spine, I found the confidence I needed to handle the sheer amount of testosterone in the air from the men because they were all sexy. Each and every one of them: Spook with his beard and jet black hair; Boner with his tousled, sexy hair that looked like he had just rolled out of bed; Stiff with his bald head, tall bulked frame, and sexy as hell demeanor, making my girlie parts tingle; and Dawg who was sexy with his long dark brown hair that curled around his ears. “Hey, guys, have a seat anywhere you like. I’m on my own tonight, so anywhere you go, you’re stuck with me,” I greeted them as I made my way to the end of the counter and rounded it. “You say alone?” Dawg asked. I raised an eyebrow at him, wondering why he had used such a sharp tone. I left it alone, though, sighing as I kept my pace while they settled into their chairs. Stiff caught my eye as he flipped his chair around backward then promptly straddled it. He was always a toss up. One never knew what Stiff would do except flirt. He was notorious for it. “Rickie was working the grill and had a family emergency about twenty minutes ago. Night shift,” I explained. “It’s usually me and the cook after ten-thirty on the weekdays when it ain’t busy.” “Charlie know about this?” Boner asked. “Nah, that’s between them when Charlie sees the time clock,” I said. The truth was that Charlie probably wouldn’t know, but I wasn’t a rat. Pulling my scratch pad out of my apron, I clicked my pen, ready to take the guys’ orders. Stiff watched me carefully, a little too carefully. So much so that I felt a blush crawl up my neck and heat cover my face, no doubt reddening my pale skin. “We’ll be here till you close up.” The deep baritone of his voice shot straight to my belly. “I’ll tail you home.” “That’s not necessary. It’s happened before. I’m all right, Stiff.” Boner looked at Stiff then me. Before he could speak, Stiff met my eyes. “Not happenin’ again, Chelsea. You wind up alone, you call the clubhouse. No need for you to be here by yourself.” The guys all looked at Stiff as if he had grown two heads. He was a womanizer; I had heard all the stories. Why did he give a shit about me being alone? Then again, the guys, all of them, had always been friendly to me when they came in. This was no different, and it was sweet in a badass sort of way. The door chimed, and in walked two college-age girls, giggling like they were at some pop star concert. “Be right with y’all. Sit wherever,” I greeted then looked back at Viper’s Creed. “What’ll it be? Gotta get started.” I gave them a small smile while I quickly scribbled their orders as the girls approached. They were overly done up in enough makeup to make a drag queen jealous. “Pick a seat,” I reminded them as if I hadn’t said it two seconds ago. “Let me drop the fries, and I’ll be back to take your orders.” “We’re here for them.” The darker-haired girl pointed at Stiff and Boner, biting her lip. I was sure it was meant to be sexy, but it failed. I didn’t have time for this. “Then I’ll get to work on gettin’ ’em fed while y’all get to work on gettin’ their dicks wet.” I rolled my eyes. “Spunk, Chelsea. You got spunk.” Dawg laughed. I didn’t look back. Instead, I headed behind the wall to the kitchen area where I mocked the girls continually in my mind while I dropped fries in the hot oil. When the fryer quieted, I had to stifle my gasp as I overheard the brazen women. “Like, what made y’all wanna be part of a club?” one of them asked in that valley-girl-wanting-to-be-seductive-and-failing tone. The men laughed loudly, and then Dawg was the first to answer. “We ain’t a club. We’re fuckin’ family.” “You kn-know, TV makes it so h-hot,” the other girl began. “Wh-what’s the appeal?” There was the sound of someone smacking the table hard, and I jolted. “Pussy. All the pussy we can handle,” Stiff taunted, and I couldn’t help the way my heart thudded in my chest painfully. “Thing is, bitches like you come in here, thinking you can be a part of something like this. You don’t know shit, and you ain’t shit. Your only place is sucking my cock when I feel like having it sucked. Got plenty of mouses for that, so move the fuck along. We got dinner to eat.” I couldn’t see the table from where I was flipping burgers for their patty melts, but I heard Spook after I made out the squeal of one of the ladies. “Don’t ever fucking touch my leather. I’m Vipers’. I’m not yours, and you’re not mine. Like my brother said, move the fuck along.” Spook could be intimidating on a regular day, but the ice in his voice now had me on edge to even take him his plate. Those two dimwits didn’t seem to get it, though. “We could be your dessert,” one of the women said. If I didn’t have a spatula in my hand with hot grease on it, I would have smacked my head. The sound of a chair scraping back against the floor assaulted my ears before Boner said, “We’re not interested. Even on your knees, on my cock, or licking the motherfuckin’ floor, the two of you don’t make the cut. Move on.” Hell, I fully expected them to at least take the girls out to the parking lot and fuck them. At least, that would be par for the course according to the talk of the town. On a humph, I heard the girls exit. I shook off the words and worked on my task of plating the men’s food. Dawg laughed. “Can you believe that shit?” “We live by a code and die by a code. Bitches don’t know shit unless we tell them. Pussy doesn’t get you by,” Boner stated as I dumped the last of the fries onto their plates. “If we wanna see pussy, I’m sure we can head over to Sirens. Heard it’s got a new woman in charge.” The tone in Stiff’s voice made me wonder if they really did frequent the strip club in town. “Order up!” I yelled out of habit before I took the plates burning into my skin out to the sexy patrons. I really had to get my head out of my ass where Stiff and all of Vipers Creed was concerned. It wasn’t my business and never would be.  

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Ryan Michele found her passion in making fictional characters come to life. She loves being in an imaginative world where anything is possible and has a knack for special twists readers don’t see coming. She writes MC, Contemporary, Erotic, Paranormal, New Adult, Inspirational, and many more romances. And whether it’s bikers, wolf shifters, mafia, or beyond, Ryan spends her time making sure her heroes are strong and her heroines match them at every turn. When she isn’t writing, Ryan is a mom and wife living in rural Illinois and reading by her pond in the warm sun.

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If I Could Do It Again
Ashley Stoyanoff
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Romance novelist Victoria Clarke seems to have it all: adoring husband, successful career, beautiful home. At least that’s what outsiders think.

In reality, her husband is emotionally abusive, and their marriage is falling apart. Victoria is miserable but suffers in silence until she encounters the charming Joshua Larson while researching a new book.

She meets him in the most unconventional way—through a prisoner pen-pal website. Though Victoria is hesitant at first, she’s drawn to this intriguing, misunderstood man. He was charged with murder for his part in a bar fight, implicated for wearing the colors of his motorcycle club. She believes him when he says it was self-defense.

The two exchange letters and then talk on the phone. Joshua gives Victoria everything she’s been missing—support, confidence, affection, and passion.

Victoria can’t help but ponder a new life, leaving her awful husband and Canada behind for her new friend in the United States. After all, Joshua will be free in four years, and she’s beginning to believe that he’s the love of her life.

If she takes a leap of faith, will Joshua turn out to be her soul mate, or is he hiding something sinister?

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Ashley Stoyanoff is a romance author for young adult and new adult readers. Stoyanoff published her first novel, The Soul’s Mark: FOUND, in 2012. She has been the winner of two Royal Dragonfly Book Awards in the categories of young adult and newbie fiction. When she's not writing, she most likely has her nose stuck in a book or is at the mall buying far too many clothes. You can visit her at www.ashleystoyanoff.com.

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After spending the last two years stuck behind bars for a crime she didn’t commit, Harlow ‘Princess’ Gavelson’s time inside has finally come to an end, and she’s ready for revenge. Unfortunately, being the daughter to the Vice President of the Ravage Motorcycle Club cuts into her plans, as orders must be followed. Trying to settle back into this life is proving difficult when the tables are turned and the woman who framed her is out for blood. Lucky for Princess, growing up in a MC has taught her how to hold her own. After spending years in hell overseas, Donavon ‘Cruz’ came home to lose the very thing he went into hell for, sending him to the darkest moments of his life. Joining Ravage two years ago was his safe haven, and he protects his family at all costs. When a dark-haired bombshell struts into the club’s shop, he’s caught off guard but immediately knows she’s the one he’d do anything for. Tough as nails, and taking no crap from anyone, he’s captivated by a woman who could handle this life. Trying to meet the needs of the MC business and follow his heart proves to be difficult when the two collide, and lives are at stake. Can these two find a way to be together, or will the needs of Ravage cost them everything, including their lives?

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“Hey, boys!” a male voice came from beside us as we filled our gas tanks. Cruz, Tug, Rhys, Buzz, Breaker, and I got called on to this run. Pops, my father and our president, wanted extra hands on deck, so that was what he got. We had been riding for two and a half hours, and luckily, the storms had stayed at bay. Pops almost cancelled the run when the weather guy talked about hail and damaging winds. Fortunately, shit calmed, so we took off. “What?” Cruz snapped. “Can I join?” Cruz looked at me as I put the nozzle back in the holder and shook my head. The fucker was going to get his ass beat; that was what. He had on dark navy jeans, a black T-shirt, and fucking tennis shoes. The problem was that he had no dirt under his nails, and his clothes were so fucking clean there was no way he had ever even changed his own oil before. I would be surprised if the fucker even owned a bike. “Join?” Rhys questioned, crossing his arms over his chest in that don’t-give-me-shit stance he always took. “Yeah! Join your gang! I wanna be in.” The asshole sounded so excited you’d think he just won the fucking lottery. Sorry, out of luck. “You high or just stupid?” Cruz asked as I looked the man up and down. He didn’t seem to get what my brother was asking. “You gotta be fucked in the head to think you have enough balls to even come over here and breathe the same air as me.” Rhys took a step closer, and after twisting my gas cap on, I went to his back. “First, motherfucker, we aren’t a fuckin’ gang. We’re a club, a fuckin’ family. Second, we don’t take bitches off the fuckin’ streets. Third, your punk-ass couldn’t hang with us if you tried,” Rhys sneered between clenched teeth. The fucker was going to blow if we didn’t step in. I went shoulder to shoulder with Rhys, feeling the anger pumping off of him. I swore I saw the guy in front of us shake a bit, but he covered it quickly by straightening his back. Stupid, stupid man. “I could, too,” he argued. “You want us to beat you in? That’s what we do: beat the ever-loving shit out of you, and if you survive, you’re in. You die, you’re in a coffin,” I told him, which made him pale. “Aw, GT, you scared the little man,” Cruz chastised. Now, for sure, the guy shook. “You be-beat people in?” he asked. “Yep, now get the fuck out of here and don’t let us see your face again,” Tug threw in. The guy turned and took off at a clipped pace, trying to hold on to some of his man card. Too late for that shit. I listened for the sound of pipes and nothing. What I did see was a small Honda Civic with the asshole in it, driving away as fast as possible. “What the fuck?” Rhys growled. “Like we’d ever have his ass as a hang-around. Fuck no.” “That fucker wouldn’t last a day as a hang-around, let alone a fuckin’ prospect,” Buzz said with a tip of his lip. “You’d know, fucker,” I responded, giving him a shoulder bump as I walked by. “Some of that shit you had us do was whacked, but we fuckin’ did it with smiles on our goddamned faces,” Buzz fired back, looking at Tug who smirked. “Fuck, yeah. Still, I say the worst was when Dagger and Rhys went back-to-back in the shitter and blew that fucker up.” Tug shook his head in disgust. “Damn, we all had to pitch in on that shit,” the ever quiet Breaker said. I chuckled. “Fuck, man, that’s nothin’.” My mind reeled back to my time as a prospect. “Party night at the clubhouse. Bitches drinking, partying—everything. Somehow, the gallon of dip we served was bad. You want to talk bad? Fuckin’ puke and shit everywhere, brother. I mean … everywhere. Not a single place in the clubhouse didn’t get covered. Took me fuckin’ weeks to get that shit cleaned up.” I shook my head. “And all I wanted that night was pussy.” “Damn, I assumed they were easy on ya, being Pops’ son and all,” Tug said. I wanted to fucking laugh. “Brother, you got it fuckin’ easy compared to me. I had to prove so much. Just because I’m blood to Pops, it didn’t mean shit.” “Damn.” Breaker shook his head. “It’s not sacrifice, brother; it’s family. You do what you gotta do for family.” Cruz slapped me on the back then put his arm around me. “Even if that means cleanin’ up piss, shit, and puke.” “Right. I’d do it again in a fuckin’ heartbeat, too,” I responded. “Same,” several of the guys said in unison as we all walked back to our bikes. No way would that fucker keep us from where we needed to be. “I’m just happy Derek’s cleaning up the shit right now,” Buzz joked, talking about our new prospect. “Fuck, yeah,” Tug agreed. We saddled up. “And we’re not takin’ on any more guys at the moment,” Rhys added. “Let’s ride, brothers,” Dagger said. Ride hard and free.  

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Our Forever

by Elena Matthews Publication Date: September 27, 2016 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Second Chance, Romance Cover Designer: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations Photographer: Sara Eirew

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When you fall in love with your best friend, it’s the kind of love that’s supposed to last forever. Jo Donovan was a true believer of a happily ever after, until her best friend was killed in Afghanistan, destroying her belief that happily ever afters do not exist. Destroying her. Destroying her world. Five years later… She finds herself still stuck in the past, unable to find closure with Christopher’s death. It isn’t until she moves to Austin, Texas, with her son Junior that she’s finally given the fresh start she’s desperately seeking for. What she didn’t know was that the fresh start would come in the form of her sexy, tall, dark neighbor, Drew Greyson. Their friendship starts off rocky, but eventually a spark between them begins to blossom. It isn’t long before that spark turns explosive and she finds herself falling for him. Drew wants to be her everything, her forever, but will the pain of losing Christopher stop her from following her heart?

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Receptionist by day, author by night, Elena Matthews is from Manchester, United Kingdom, the home of Manchester United, MediaCity and of course, Coronation Street. When Elena isn’t writing, she can be found with her nose in a book or watching guilty pleasures such as Grey’s Anatomy. And when she isn’t doing any of those things, you can often find her on Facebook, obsessing over Kellan Kyle, book boyfriend extraordinaire.

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Hollywood Demon
Jenny Schwartz
(The Collegium, #6)
Publication date: August 27th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Feel the Earth move!

A camera can’t steal your soul—but a demon can! Mark Yarren suspects a demon has found a way around the spell his great-grandfather cast to prevent demons sucking souls through the camera’s lens. Digital photography dangerously omits the silver wash that was photography’s century-old defence against Hell.

Mark is Hollywood royalty, descended from the early Hollywood stars: the studio bosses and directors, the producers and actresses. Now he lives alone in his palatial Beverly Hills estate.

Well, not quite alone.

Clancy Ramirez is back! She’s tried life in New York, in Iceland, and in Hawaii, but she missed California. She missed the grumbling roar of the San Andreas Fault with its leagues-deep molten geology. Clancy is a geomage and she can make the earth shake—or grow still. But California isn’t her territory. She has no place intruding or tapping its energy.

But a demon shackled for a century is breaking free, and Collegium rules, old heartaches and strained family loyalties will break, too.

The Big One is coming.

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Jenny's current obsession is the Collegium series. Shifters and dragons, magic and chaos, Jenny's never quite sure where her writing day is going to take her, but she knows it'll be a thrill-ride!

With a writing record that includes steampunk, sweet romance, coastal romance, mysteries and science fiction, it's obvious Jenny writes almost as widely as she reads - almost! Like all authors, she started as an avid reader. The one thing she insists on is a happy ending.

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Eternal Temptations

by Janine Infante Bosco Tempted #6 Publication Date: August 23, 2016 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Mafia, Romance

Synopsis: You’ve seen them through their most illicit temptations.

Guided them through their forbidden temptations. Stuck with them through their uncontrollable temptations. Owned their reckless temptations. And survived their lethal temptations. Five couples. One threat. Who will survive the eternal temptation? Just when the men of the Pastore crime family and the brothers of the Satan’s Knights MC, think they can rest easy—a danger no one saw coming threatens to destroy everyone’s perfect life. The men of the mob are resurrected and the boys in leather are back. It’s time for one final ride. And for you to ask yourself one last time… Are you tempted? NOTE: This is the final book in the Tempted series. Eternal Temptations can be read as a stand alone novel.

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“Open the door, Lace,” I demanded, bracing my arms over the frame. “C’mon girl,” I coaxed. She was quiet for a moment before she replied. “It’s unlocked.” I dropped my hand to the door knob, turning it before glancing over my shoulder— fuck it. I pushed my way inside, closing the door and twisting the lock before I turned around and got a view of the sexiest woman I ever laid eyes on. Legs for days. She wore a white lace thong paired with garter belts clipped to sheer thigh-high stockings with matching lace trim. The bra she wore lifted her already perky tits and pushed them over the sheer material so they appeared to be spilling from the cups. “Girl,” I hissed, my eyes meeting hers in the mirror. “So, you think it’s time I trade in your t-shirts and start parading around the house in these kind of get-ups?” She laughed, obviously nervous as she bit her lip. I didn’t answer her with words. Gave her my eyes and let them answer for me. Yes. Fuck yes. “Turn around,” I ordered, taking a step closer, swallowing up the space between us. “Blackie,” she whispered, turning around and locking her eyes with mine. “Wanted me on my knees, girl,” I growled, dropping down on one knee, pressing my palms against her thighs, forcing them apart before dropping my other knee down on the floor. “Got me right where you wanted, right where I belong.” I brushed my hair away from my face before palming her pussy over the lace and inching my index finger beneath the material. “What if she comes back?” “Then she’ll know she did her job properly,” I told her, shoving the lace away from her pussy and reaching behind her with my free hand. I squeezed her ass and brought her sweet cunt to my mouth, my tongue taking a lap down her center. “My Lace, so fucking good, so fucking pretty,” I muttered in between strokes of my tongue. She grabbed onto my shoulders, fisting the leather in her hands as I peeled back her lace and took my fix. Leather and Lace. A temptation so sweet— a man drops to his knees just to survive.

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ABOUT JANINE INFANTE BOSCO

Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild.

Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself.

She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.

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