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by L.B. Dunbar
Character Tour
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The prodigal son. A second

chance. The long kept secret.Ìý

Home?

I had returned. IÌýhadn’tÌýbeen here for seven

years. I was angry that last summer, and once I gotÌýaway, IÌýdidn’tÌýwant to come

back. The irony was the career I sought to escape this small townÌýwas the very

reason I was here. My first movie was a featured film at the Traverse City Film

Festival. As an independent film director, my premiere brought me back home.

Home. A place IÌýdidn’tÌýrecognize.

Or maybe homeÌýdidn’tÌýrecognize me?Ìý

I had it all in California: a girlfriend who was

the daughter of a movie financier, a job that led to connections in the film

industry, and a condo overlooking the ocean in Malibu. What IÌýdidn’tÌýhave was

family. I had left them all behind. I was the prodigal son.

The last person I expected to see was her.

Britton McKay. She had been my summer love as a teenager. Not just once, but

over several summers; until the last one. That was seven years ago. Now, she

looked more beautiful than I remembered. Seeing her again flooded me with

memories long suppressed. She reminded me of everything I once had and left behind.Ìý

Now, she had returned too.

Can lost romance be rekindled?Ìý

Can unanswered questions be revealed?Ìý

Can I make this place my home again?

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L.B. Dunbar reunites you with the Carter and

Scott families as all are gathered home.Ìý

Your favorite families await with flashbacks,

celebration, and heartbreak.

Welcome back to Elk Rapids

Touch Screen Character

Interview

Britton McKay sits next to me. She’s writing an article for the

bookstore where she works about the upcoming film festival. The Traverse City

Film Festival in Michigan is a big deal to independent film directors, like

myself, and Britton’s been collecting reviews on books that cover the film

industry in the state.

She’s decided to interview me as a local celebrity who was previously

featured at the festival. I was here last summer. That’s where we were

reunited.

Britton: So tell me how you

got into film?

Me: (laughing). You already

know this answer.

Britton gives me a look, and then says my name in a way I can’t resist.

Me: Fine. My grandparents

gave me their old camcorder when I was a kid and I liked to play around with

it. See what stories I could tell through the camera lens.

Britton: What was it like

growing up in the area?

Me: (Groaning). You know I

wasn’t happy here. I always felt trapped. Don’t get me wrong. I had a good

childhood and crazy teen years, but I didn’t want to inherit my father’s cherry

farm. I wanted to do something…different…with my life.

Britton looks at me with sympathy. She knows my father and I did not

see eye-to-eye on my going to California, or my pursuing film direction as a

future. He didn’t understand that his inheritance wasn’t my dream.

Britton: So…your film was

called Under the Moonlight. Was there anything particular from your life that

inspired you or you used within the film?

I’ve been watching her as she types. She’s concentrating as she works,

and I know that she knows the answer to this question, too. She pauses to push

a piece of her long blonde hair behind an ear, and I can’t help myself. I need

to touch her. I repeat the motion even though the hair is in place. She looks

up and turns to smile at me. She’s waiting for my answer.

Me: The inspiration came

from a book I read about a boy who wanted something and his father said he

could get it, if he worked on the family’s farm to earn the money. You know

there is a love interest in the story and it was reflective of my experience as

a teenager with some girl I met. Whenever we had to separate, she told me if I

was under the moonlight, she might be looking at it too. In that moment, we

would be together although we were apart.

Britton stops typing and turns to look at me again.

Britton: Sounds like a smart

girl.

Me: (distracted by her hair

slipping through my fingers) Hmmm…she was. She still is, actually.

Britton: She’s not a girl

any longer. (She smiles slowly).

Me: No, she’s not. Now she’s

a beautiful woman.

Britton: Good answer.

Me: Was there a question in

there?

Britton laughs. She is still looking at me when she asks: Whatever

happened to this girl?

Me: I was an idiot, and I

let her go. Lucky me, I found her again.

I kiss her shoulder and she shivers. I kiss the juncture between her

shoulder and her neck. She’s tilted her head, so I have better access and she

groans my name in that way that drives me crazy.

Me: I have a question

(mumbling into her ear).

Britton: I bet you do. Only

a few more.

She’s pushing me off. I sit back and run my hands through my wavy hair.

Sighing deeply, I let her ask me another.

Britton: You said you

couldn’t wait to get away from here, yet you returned. Tell me a little more

about this.

Me: (serious for a moment) I

was honored to be invited to the festival. It was what I had been working

toward my whole life. I wanted to make my own film on my own terms. I did it,

and it seemed ironic that the place to prove it happened was right here where I

was trying to get away from. (slowly smiling) Of course, little did I know what

awaited me.

Britton: (smiles too, but

she looks weary) I was waiting a long time.

Her voice is low and it’s still a sensitive issue for us. We had a long

way to go after I first returned home. Not only was I overwhelmed by seeing her

again, but meeting her son, the illness of my mother, and the wedding of Jess

and Emily was a lot to tackle all at once. I hadn’t been home in seven years

and I had missed so much. More than I even realized. She worries that I won’t

forgive her. I worry that she won’t ever forgive me. Somehow we must be letting

the past go, because we sit here, in her uncle’s old house. Now, it’s our home.



Me: (slipping my hand around

her neck) You know I’m sorry.

Britton: I do.

I sigh. Those are the words I long to hear from her some day. Some day

very soon.

Me: Enough questions, yet?

Britton: Yes.

She claps the laptop closed and I pull it from her lap. Then I wrap an

arm around her waist and drag her to straddle me.

Britton: Gavin, Gee and Ben

will be back soon.

I’m nuzzling her neck at this point and she moans softly. We have an

hour. We’re hardly alone and it means we have to be creative with each other

sometimes. Gee is only seven, but Ben is almost sixteen. He’s onto us

sometimes.

Me: I. Won’t. Need. Long.

(between kisses)

Britton whispers my name in that certain way. It’s either to stop a

fight or encourage my intention. In less than a second, I have her up in the

air. Her legs wrap around my waist and I’m walking us to our room. She’s

kissing me eagerly, always worried that if we don’t hurry, we won’t finish.

We’ve had a few moments like that as well. It’s a frustration I’ve never known

before. A frustration I don’t mind, truthfully, when I know it’s Gee

interrupting us. We have time ahead of us, and we always make up for it later.

We hit the bed and clothes are frantically be tugged off each other.

It’s a race to see who can get naked first sometimes.

Britton: Wait, I have one

more question.

Me: (groaning). It can wait.

Britton: What made you decide to return to Michigan?

She knows the answer to this question. I think she just likes to hear

my answer.

Me: Because I knew I

couldn’t live without you any longer. I had wasted too much time. There was

something always missing from me, and little did I know it had returned here to

wait for me.

Britton stares at me. Her blue eyes pierce me to the core just like

they did when we were younger. I loved her at sixteen. I love her more at

twenty-seven. We’re silent for a moment as our bodies come together. We were

always good at this. I craved her touch from the first time I saw her.

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Jessica Wilde

May 6 � 8

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Our Time

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Jocelyn White’s only priority in life is her daughter, Olivia. As a single mother, with no family and the only friends she had now hours away, life isn’t easy. But the last several years taught her what is truly important and she plans on spending the time she has loving her little girl and keeping her safe and happy. She doesn’t plan on her new gorgeous, blue eyed neighbor turning out to be the one thing her and Olivia have been missing.

Andrew Carter has been waiting his whole life for a woman like Jocelyn. After his parents died years before, leaving him to care for his little sister, Madison, he spent years patiently waiting for a family of his own. When Jocelyn and Olivia completely steal his heart, he knows his patience has finally paid off and it’s time for his life to finally start.

What he doesn’t know is that Jocelyn is keeping something from him. Something she learned a few years ago.

Life is short and sometimes, time isn’t on your side.

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Every One of Me

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Five years ago, Tessa Marshall turned her back on everything she once knew. She left behind her friends and family hoping they would be better off without her in the way. Now, after being diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder and determined to set her life straight, she is going back. She doesn’t expect her best friend growing up, and the only man she has ever loved, to be waiting for her.

Charlie Mackenzie never knew the real reasons why Tessa left, but because of the promises he swore to keep, he feels responsible. He has spent the last five years staying distracted, and trying not to chase after her and drag her back to him. Now that she is finally back, he won’t allow her to push him away without knowing how he has felt about her all along. The only problem? He’s not just dealing with Tessa anymore.

The two of them must decide if their love is worth fighting for and Tess has to learn to just let go, because Charlie won’t let her go. He won’t let any one of her go

Leverage (The Brannock Siblings #1)

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Adventure. That’s all Aislinn ‘Ash� Brannock wanted in her life. Her dad and two brothers � all cops � got to see it all, but their over-protectiveness made her feel like she had been locked away in a tower with three fire breathing dragons watching her every move. Yes, it was that bad. The only silver lining? Lucas Shade. Her brothers� best friend growing up, and apparently the only man she will ever love because let’s face it, none of the others even come close. After an unfortunate mistake lands her back in her father’s home, her world is turned upside down and Lucas is there in a tightly wrapped package of serious with a big red bow on top. Life just got interesting, but it comes with a price, one she never wanted to pay.

Detective Lucas Shade never had a real family, but the Brannocks took him in as one of their own and he never took it for granted. Ash was a big reason for why he stuck around, but in order to save himself the beating of a lifetime from her two older brothers, he kept his feelings for her hidden. When the case he has been working on for months takes a turn, Ash could become the leverage the bad guys have been waiting for, but keeping her invisible may destroy everything Lucas has worked so hard for. Good thing Ash is the only person he would give up everything to protect.

Conned (The Brannock Siblings #2)

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Conall Brannock takes his job seriously. He doesn’t get attached, he doesn’t ask questions, and he protects his family at all costs. Nothing will change that. Not even the sweet, green eyed witness that just burst into his life and shifted his world. He has one job to do; protect Emily until she can testify. He can’t let his interest in her get in the way, but the more he finds out about her, the more he can’t help but wonder how the beautiful broken girl got into this mess in the first place. And the longer he takes to learn the truth, the deeper he falls for her.

Emily Dawson has a job to do. Stay off the grid, testify, and hopefully get her brother back. He’s all she has left of the family she struggled so hard to hold together and she would do anything to keep him safe. Even if it means she has put herself in harm’s way or that she has conned everyone into believing she saw something she didn’t. She knows where her loyalties lie, but her stoic yet gentle protector and his crazy family makes her question everything she once knew.

Loyalty can be one sided.

Family isn’t always blood.

And honesty can destroy everything she has come to love.

MISSING (The Brannock Siblings #3)

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There are two things in this life that Gus Brannock truly loves; his family and his job. His family is growing and he wants what his brother and sister have before the job he’s worked so hard for takes its toll. The woman he’s got his eye on, however, isn’t interested in being with a man who risks his life every day. When the unexpected friendship with the sassy red head he used to hate turns into something Gus just doesn’t want to live without, he will do whatever it takes to have her. The hazards of his job as a detective for missing children may end up proving to be too much, but there’s a reason Aiden was brought into his life and nothing will stand in his way to keep her there.

Aiden Murphy used to hate the handsome jerk next door until a surprising discovery spun her world in another direction. Her life of devotion to her sister and niece has been her biggest strength with the exception of her art. That is, until Gus turns out to be the one thing that has been missing from that life all along. Aiden must decide if the unknown is worth the risk of loving the dedicated detective or if being pulled into his world is more than she can handle. When Gus becomes the only way for her to keep the people she loves most safe, will she understand why he treasures her untried strength or will she let her fear of the unknown decide for her?

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Fear.

It’s the last thing I remembered.

I was afraid.

Afraid to fight, afraid to run� afraid to breathe.

Then, everything had gone dark. As if life was finally hearing my pleas, my cries to end the torment. To end the fear.

But even in the dark, I still felt it.

I always felt it.

My life had been a ricochet of one event leading to the next. Bouncing back and forth from good to bad. Happiness to despair. Hope to fear.

My name is Arianna West. I’m stronger now. Steady. Alive.

I can find a way to survive on my own. I can see what is coming for me. I can channel my fear into strength.

Except� I didn’t see Jack.

And Jack changed everything.

I live in Morgan Utah with my husband, daughter, and dog, Kolo. I write as often as my active daughter will let me and my husband has the patience of a saint. I find inspiration from dreams, people I meet, and life experiences. When I write, I usually end up drinking one too many cans of Peace Tea, eating three too many Fruit by the Foot fruit snacks, and accidently kicking my pup and best buddy, Kolo, too many times since he loves to sleep under my desk at my feet.

I started writing as a teen, but my fear of the unknown won out every time and I threw everything out. After becoming a mother and deciding to stay at home to raise my beautiful little girl, I tried again when I couldn’t stop thinking of ideas. I loved every minute, every hour of sleep lost, and every character that came to life in my mind.

It’s strange, but my favorite moments are when I have writer’s block because I can turn to my husband and find inspiration through him by just doing what we do best together. Talking, laughing, and just being in love. He doesn’t like to read, but he never stops encouraging me to keep going.

Writing has become an important part of my life and every book has a special place in my heart.

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The Book Of Shade –� Shadeborn #1
by K.C. Finn
Audience: General, 13+ â€� Genre: Urban Fantasy, Adventure and Romance â€� Formats: E-book and Paperback â€� Publisher: StarstormÌý â€� Pages: 513Ìý â€� ISBN: 1505677556 â€� ASIN: B00RD7SGK4 â€� Date Published: 21 March 2015

Lily Coltrane’s to-do list for starting university life is pretty simple:

1. Make friends

2. Meet a cute guy

3. Survive her first year in Modern History

In the little English town of Piketon this seems more than achievable, so much so that Lily even joins The Illustrious Minds Literary Society, an extra-curricular club that promises a truly unique social experience. What Lily doesn’t bank on are the society’s monthly visits to the mysterious Theatre Imaginique at the edge of town, a dark venue that houses the most obscure cavalcade of carnival performers she has ever laid eyes on.

Stranger still is the emergence of the theatre’s enigmatic proprietor Lemarick Novel, a stupendous showman with a frosty wit who never seems to smile, and who raises a plethora of questions in Lily’s fearful mind. How does he levitate with no sign of wires or mirrors? Why do the lightning bolts that shoot from his hands look so real? And why, of all the people in the theatre, do his pale eyes keep locking on hers?

The answers to this and more lie buried in heritage and blood. The Book of Shade is opening, and Lily Coltrane will read it, whether she wants to or not.

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“Ladies and gentlemen, your raucous applause, if you please, for the sensational Monsieur Novel!�

The audience obeyed the MC’s command, but when Baptiste had vacated the spotlight, nobody came to the stage. It wasn’t until the last clap died, some moments later, that Lily heard footsteps clicking along the old theatre boards. The illusionist stepped from total blackness into the shadow at the edge of the stage, and even craning her head only afforded Lily the frame of a man in a long Victorian coat. The tense air in the dated theatre was thick enough to be sliceable, and every spectator breathed in their portion of that heavy air, in anticipation of the moment when the odd Monsieur would step into the spotlight.

Novel did not disappoint them. A shock of lightning appeared from nowhere at all and in the split-second that it flashed he appeared for the waiting patrons to see. It seemed as though the contents of the theatre gasped as a single being, even those who must have seen him before were transfixed in shock. His eyes were cast into black, shadowy sockets by the bright white spotlight pouring down from above. Skin pale as a spectre’s was exaggerated by the darkly drawn eyebrows arching into points above those gloomy hollows. His lips too were black as coal, a superb effort in stage makeup that reminded Lily of a haunting cross between a French mime and a black-and-white movie serial killer. She didn’t know which to be more afraid of.

Perhaps more astonishing still was Monsieur Novel’s hair. It was long enough to be combed behind his ears, though it did not grace his neck, and in the dusty spotlight it appeared to be totally white. It was a strange whiteness, for even through his make-up, Lily thought that the gentlemen couldn’t be more than ten years her senior. The illusionist’s black mouth stretched into a serious sneer as he surveyed the awestruck crowd. He held out one pale hand with a slow and deliberate grace. Tiny blue sparks grew in his palm as he swept the hand from left to right in welcome.

“Good evening,� he purred in the darkest of tones.

And this time the lightning came straight from his palm when it exploded into life.

The dumbstruck crowd suddenly applauded in a blast of appreciation, but Lily’s hands remained still, clutching the sides of her chair. Novel stalked the very edge of the stage like a patient predator, the invisible orchestra striking up as the beams of lightning shot about the cavernous space in time to the music. He appeared to be controlling them, but his thin frame and well-fitted suit left no space in which to hide any apparatus on his body. Occasionally, he seemed to lose control of the larger forks of electricity which shot out towards the audience in frighteningly loud snaps. The patrons flinched as the whip of energy crackled above them.

All the while Monsieur Novel’s expression remained dark and thoughtful. Not once did his lips rise into a smile. They simply sneered continually at the power he was controlling, parting for him to suck in precisely choreographed breaths when he turned in his display of perfect grace, avoiding every spot the forks could hit. A few patrons in the front row, perhaps those who had never seen him before, were starting to panic at the multitude of power growing rapidly on the stage before them, with no reasonable explanation in sight. It looked like a major fire hazard for sure. One of them tried to get up.

“I would kindly recommend you stay in your seat for this performance, good sir,� Novel said loudly over the buzz of the lightning strikes. “It could be rather nasty for you, if you don’t.�

There was something foreign lurking in the shadows of his accent. Perhaps he had been living in England a long time, but he definitely wasn’t from around these parts. His voice had an amused kind of youth in it that didn’t suit his skeletal pre-modern look, and though he gazed upon the terrified patron as he sat back down in his chair, he still didn’t let the mirth in his warning show on his face.

All at once the lightning stopped. Novel stood in the dead centre of the stage, looking down at his feet with his shadowed eyes. Lily caught her breath as the flicker of hot white energy grew beneath his feet, sparking and growing into a ball of buzzing power. He thrust out his pale hands, raising them upwards as he slowly began to levitate into the air. Lily could see no wires to hoist him, and his clothes didn’t move as though they were under any strain. He simply rose up in a slow, straight line as the lightning ball grew larger and larger in the space where he’d been standing. In his ascent, his face was lit from under his chin and Lily finally saw a pair of pale blue eyes glowing out of the black sockets on his face.

And they glowed directly at her.

She started in her seat, shocked to find his gaze so blatantly fixed. She would have sworn the floating man had raised one of his black eyebrows at her, but a moment later the lightning ball exploded with a deafening crack that made the entire contents of the theatre sink down into their seats and clutch their heads in wild panic. When Lily looked up again, Monsieur Novel was gone. Someone behind Lily broke the shocked silence of the audience by starting to applaud. Gasps erupted as some of them looked beyond her to the source of the clap, then suddenly everyone was giving an ovation.

Lily craned her head around, almost jumping out of her skin when she realised it was Monsieur Novel sitting in the seat directly behind her. He had started his own applause. He sat with a casual grace, an elegant hand accepting the praise as he slowly got back to his feet and straightened out his beautiful clothes. Once more his frosty blue eyes snapped to Lily. She wanted to look away, but it just didn’t happen. Novel inclined his head to the rapt audience without breaking his stare, then swiftly retreated up the theatre aisle, his long coat billowing in another invisible gust of air.

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Track List and Key Lyrics:
1. E.T. � Katy Perry

You’re so supersonic
Wanna feel your powers, stun me with your lasers
Your kiss is cosmic
Every move is magic

2. Gravity � John Mayer
Oh I’ll never know what makes this man
With all the love that his heart can stand
Dream of ways to throw it all away

3. Everybody Talks � Neon Trees
It started with a whisper
And that was when I kissed her
And then she made my lips hurt

4. Somewhere Only We Know � Keane
And if you have a minute, why don’t we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don’t we go somewhere only we know?

5. Butterflies � Lucy Spraggan
Cause there’s nowhere else ±õ’d rather be
No one else ±õ’d rather see
Controlling every part of me
I love skipping a beat every time you speak

6. Safe and Sound � Me Vs Gravity
Don’t you dare look out your window, darling,
Everything’s on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold on to this lullaby
Even when music’s gone

7. Kiss From A Rose � Seal
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny.
Won’t you tell me is that healthy, baby?
8. True Love � Pink
Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say,
Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face.
There’s no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down,
I know life would suck without you.

9. Still Into You � Paramore
It’s not a walk in the park
To love each other
But when our fingers interlock,
Can’t deny, can’t deny you’re worth it
10. Loved Me Back To Life � Celine Dion
Strong hands, thick skin, and an open heart
You saw through the pain, saw through the mask
You never gave up on me

The Bloodshade Encounters & The Songspinner –� Shadeborn Series # 2
Pages: 300 � ASIN: B00RQMB5MW � Date Published: April 4, 2015

Shadeborn: Volume Two provides a unique insight into the past of some of your favourite Book Of Shade characters, through two spine-tingling novellas:

The Bloodshade Encounters shows readers where present and past collide, as they learn the dark history of how the charming and enigmatic Baptiste Du Nord came to know Lemarick Novel. Prepare for vampires on the streets of revolutionary Paris, and the day when Novel first laid eyes on the Theatre Imaginique. Amidst all this, a dark secret about Novel is unearthed, one which may threaten his relationship with Lily in the future.

The Songspinner begins with the present-day Salem Cross, now weak and powerless, as the old shade looks back on his life, and the dirty deals he made to try to make a success of himself. Witch-trials loom in Salem’s murky past, and werewolves roam the streets of Victorian London, not to mention a certain dark lady who would one day become the mother of the heroic Novel. Can Salem face the demons of his past, or bear the thought of a future with no magic? Or will he decide that the end of his time has come?

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The Potioneer � Shadeborn Series # 3
Pages: 500 pages � Expected Publishing Date: Late May

When humans break a mirror, the idea of seven years of bad luck is little more than superstition. But, when it happens to a magical being like a shade, that quaint old saying takes on a terrifying new reality. As Lily Coltrane looks down at the smashed remains of Lemarick Novel’s mirror, she can already feel that her luck is about to run dry, even though her illusionist boyfriend is certain that he can protect her. With a suicidal Salem Cross on red alert and newly-disabled best friend Jazzy to look after, Lily’s not so sure that Novel is right.

Lily’s suspicions will be confirmed in this, her second year of university, as the quiet English town of Piketon is flooded with a new array of supernatural beings, including Jeronomie Parnell, a gifted potioneer who seems to have solutions for Salem and Jazzy’s conditions. Suspicion fills the air at the old Theatre Imaginique, as Lily uncovers yet more secrets about the people she thought she knew. The question of who to really trust will bombard Lily’s mind, especially after she is introduced to the horror that is the House of Novel, and is forced to question the bloodline that her new true love comes from.

It seems like having a soul mate isn’t quite the ideal that Lily dreamed it would be, and she can only hope that The Book Of Shade will give her the power to get through the trials that she’s about to face. And as for the even greater darkness, slowly rising in the depths of that ruined mirror? Well, that’s quite another story for Lily to unfold.

K. C. Finn was born and raised in Cardiff, South Wales, where her love for storytelling grew at a precociously young age. After developing the medical condition M.E. / C.F.S., Kim turned to writing to escape the pressures of disabled living, only to become hooked on the incredible world of publishing.

As an author for Clean Teen Publishing and Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Press, Kim spends most of her time locked in the writing cave with an obscenely large mug of tea. When not writing, she can be found studying for her MA in Linguistics, watching classic British comedy, or concocting evil schemes in the secret laboratory in her attic.

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Book: Loving Ean (#2 Fae Guard Series)
Author: Elle Christensen
Genre: Urban Fantasy/paranormal romance

Release Date: Early July, 2015



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Laila

All of my life, I dreamt of my own fairy tale romance.

Imagine my surprise when I discovered that my soul mate was a lifelong friend.

Ean is everything I want and everything I need.

But, my romance has become a fractured fairy tale.

Ean has pulled away and let his pain engulf him, leaving no room for me.

I want to heal him and bring him back to me.

But, if he won’t let me, I will move on.

I will find another destiny.


Ean

Laila is the best part of me, the light in my soul.

She is my destiny.

I want to give her all that I am, all that I have.

But, the guilt and pain from my mistake has ruined me,

I am not worthy of her and I will not drag her down into my Hell.

My love for her is forever.

But, she deserves some one who isn’t broken.

So, I’ll watch her walk away, into the arms of another.

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Title: Finding Me (His, #3)

Author: Mariah Dietz

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 1, 2015

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I came here to escape. Leave the debris and avoid the inevitable truths.

Things are better.

Worse.

Different.

I’m finding me, but in the process I fear I’m forgetting those I have left, and the ones who have left me. Maybe I’m losing who I was.

Can I forget my past and move forward?

Can I forget him?

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My eyes fly open and my mind feels alert. Normally nightmares wake me up like this, but this time, nothing is haunting me.

I look around the dark living room, feeling my heart race, and then realize what woke me up. A loud train of curses followed by a whine and a scratching at the door makes my heart squeeze. I sit up slightly, my eyes and ears desperately seeking the night for the confirmation that I’m not dreaming. A scraping against the lock sends my heart rate to unhealthy levels as my eyes widen and my muscles tense. When I hear the key turn, I drop back to the couch, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to bury my face in my pillow, behind a wall of my hair as I try to make my breathing sound normal.

I can tell when the door is opened by the click of Zeus’s nails against the hardwood floors growing closer to me. His voice is hushed as he calls out to Zeus, making my entire body pulse with familiarity and nerves. Zeus’s heavy breathing grows until he places his front paws on the couch in front of me and begins bathing me in heavy kisses. There’s no way to try and pretend I’m sleeping through this. I’ll drown first. Plus my need to see him is outweighing my fears.

I sit up and wipe a hand down my face while searching the dark living room for him as Zeus pushes closer to me, whimpering with anticipation and what can only be described as unleashed excitement.

Then he appears in front of the coffee table. It’s too dark to make out much of him, but every fiber of my being feels some sort of response, verifying that it’s him. Elation and fear, mixed with rage and jealousy, are topped with curiosity and pain. It’s a confounding and stifling overabundance of emotions that has my eyes staring wide at him, soaking up every last detail that I can manage in the dim light while Zeus works to climb higher on the couch, hovering over me.

Max stares back at me and although it’s too dark to see the blueness of his eyes, I can see the fierceness in them. He looks pissed. No relief, no happiness like Zeus, just anger.

“Zeus,� he calls again in a tone I’ve rarely heard.

“It’s alright. He can stay.� Thankfully my voice barely comes out above a whisper because my emotions are shooting through me like vinegar when it meets baking soda—unsteady.

He stares at me, and like a geyser, unspoken words flood my mind. “Hey, Max.�

He must be just as shocked as I am that I was able to speak those words because as soon as his name leaves my lips, he turns and ascends the stairs without responding. His bedroom door slams and then silence rings in my ears.

I catch a movement out of the corner of my eye and turn to see Landon in the hallway, running a hand over his jaw, wearing only a pair of gym shorts. His head turns from the stairs to me, and then he silently walks to the couch.

“He’s …�

“It’s okay,� I say when the rest of his words don’t seem to find their way out. “This is his house too.�

“He’s not mad at you.�

I turn to look at him in obvious disbelief. Anyone would have been able to see that Max was mad at me. His reaction wasn’t shocking exactly. Max lost one of his best friends, just like I had. There have been days that I have felt really angry over the whole situation too. Angry that I didn’t know how to communicate my feelings, and angry about the way he dealt with my insecurities. I still struggle with being angry over removing myself and moving to Delaware because I thought it would be the right decision for me.

Kitty and I have discussed my tendency to run from awkward situations; she’s the one who provided me with the new term “remove myself from.� It sounds a lot better than fleeing, but I had fled, and I know it. I can give a hundred reasons why for each time too, rationalizing each situation until I’m nearly positive it was the right decision—but I can never make it to one hundred percent. That small bubble of resistance and doubt always prevents me from being able to allow the memories to finally be discarded, and then it begins spreading, eating the conviction one doubt at a time.

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Mariah Dietz lives in Eastern Washington with her husband and two sons that are the axis of her crazy and wonderful world.

Mariah grew up in a tiny town outside of Portland, Oregon where she spent the majority of her time immersed in the pages of books that she both read and created.

She has a love for all things that include her sons, good coffee, books, travel, and dark chocolate. She also has a deep passion for the stories she writes, and hopes readers enjoy the journeys she takes them on, as much as she loves creating them.

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As a child, I believed in the fairy tales my father told me.

Until he was gone and with him, that belief.

As a girl, I believed in the friendship and protection of Aden.

He made me begin to believe again.

As a woman, I believed in the possibility of love and passion between myself and Aden.

Until he was gone and with him, my belief in magic and happy endings.




When she was a child, I was tasked with her protection.

As a girl, I became her friend.

As a woman, I could no longer see the child I knew and was forced to fight a growing attraction.

Unable to lie and unable to tell the truth, I left.

Now I’ve returned to give the knowledge I couldn’t before, that she is half Fae.

The darkness is stalking her and I am desperate to teach her what she needs to know to protect herself.

And determined to make her mine.

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Change your destiny.

As the third child in the Carter family, I always felt a little on the outside of the Carter charm. I worked hard and played harder, but I was getting tired of the same old scene. I was more than Jess Carter’s little sister, I wanted to be me. Pam Carter.

It was time for a change and I wanted to be set free.

I knew it needed to happen. After years of one night stands and too brief sexual encounters, an accident brought Fate to me. To resist his charm was my penance for years of misbehavior. The temptation to give in to my desire haunted me for almost two years, until an uncontrollable situation started the twisted path to test my resolve further.

What would it take to claim my independence and be a new, improved woman?

I worked for Jacob Vincent, horror novelist extraordinaire, as his personal assistant, but I was adamant that the relationship remain professional. Jacob had dark demons and I couldn’t bring him into the light…or could I? Life was springing forth for me; changes were coming. I knew it was time to be set free from who I had been and who I was to start fresh with who I wanted to be. I just didn’t know where to start to change my destiny.

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Return to Elk Rapids for the third sensation in the Sensations Collection, Fragrance Free. A standalone contemporary New Adult romance, this novel continues the stories of the Carter and Scott families. Read Sound Advice (Sensations Collection 1) to meet Jess Carter and Emily Post and find out how it all began over some good advice and a broken radio, or Taste Test (Sensations Collection 2) to meet Ethan Scott and Ella Vincentia where the challenge is delicious in more ways than one.

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Carter Interview

Jacob grunts at me. I know he hates to talk about himself and I’m making him answer this interview for The Horror Times, a periodical that highlights mystery, suspense, and all things horrific in writing. As his personal assistant, I make it my mission to keep him on track. It’s what he hired me for at first, but now, things are different.

Jacob, sitting at his desk: Why do I have to do this again? (He swivels back and forth in his chair as I pace in front of the large desk, holding my ipad in one hand and type with the other).

Pam: It’s good publicity. Your novels are doing well and with the upcoming movie, people are curious about you.

Jacob, letting his head fall back: Fine, Lilac. Ask away.

I have to smile when he calls me by my nickname. He gave it to me, and he uses it when he wants something from me. I wasn’t ready to give him what he wanted at the moment. We have work to do.

Pam: First question, can you tell me who or what inspired you to write?

Jacob: Stephen King.

Exasperated, I sigh: Not your standard answer. Something more truthful. More you.

His dark hair falls over his forehead and my hand twitches to brush it back. I can’t touch him yet, or this interview won’t get done.

Jacob, blowing out a breath: Fine. My father inspired me. Not that he was a positive force, or supportive, but because he was a less than encouraging parent who ruled by the fist. Monsters were a daily reality for me.

I stopped pacing. He was more honest than I expected. I blinked at him before I asked another question, but he was looking at the high ceiling of his study. We were back in Michigan for this interview after a long weekend in New York visiting his niece, Ella, and her boyfriend, Ethan Scott.

Pam: Anything or anybody else inspire you?

Jacob leaned forward, the chair stilled and he rested his elbows on his knees.

Softly, Jacob replied: My brother. (His head was bent forward and I crossed around the desk to stand near him. He still held a lot of guilt from what his brother had done in the past and we’d talked about how it wasn’t his fault).

My tone warned him: Jacob.

He looked up at me, shaking his head: Don’t psycho-analyze me, Pam? (When he used my name in that tone, I knew he was getting upset. He was moody, and some days I had to just roll with it. Other days, I fought back.

Pam: I’m not psycho-analyzing you. I’m just reminding you it’s not your fault.

He warned me again, this time with my nickname: Lilac, please. I’m not one of your students. Just ask the questions.

My life had changed because of Jacob. One of those things was a return to school to become a high school counselor. While Jacob loved that I was doing what I wanted, he didn’t like it when I turned my new skills on him. Unfortunately, I believed if someone had used those strategies when he was young, he might not hold all this guilt inside. He also might not be the brilliant writer that he is, either.

Moving on. Pam: Your characters are deep and labelled demented at times. How could you come up with such evil?

Jacob, as he leans back in his chair: Drugs. Alcohol. Evil family members. It wasn’t hard.

It was my turn to sigh. Drugs and alcohol was how I met Jacob. He’d been in an accident and I was the EMT to respond. It was one of many jobs I held. For some reason, he called to me, figuratively, and I did something ±õ’d never done before, I followed up on a patient. That night began the two year relationship of my working for Jacob. Now things were different.

Pam: Can’t tell kids to take drugs and alcohol, Mr. Vincent. That wouldn’t be responsible.

Jacob reached for me as I stood at the edge of his desk and pulled me towards him. I wobbled a bit before I settled to stand between his knees. His hands were on the back of my thighs.

Jacob: When have you ever known me to be responsible? (He tried to use a sinister voice, but it didn’t work. I laughed.)

Pam: Many times. With Ella. With Jacob. With me. With us. (My voice quieted on the last words).

Jacob smiled slowly: Us. (He kissed my stomach and then his hands traveled up to my hips. He stood and lifted me to sit on the leather pad in the middle of his desk. He now stood between my knees).

I continued my interview, even though his hands were smoothing up and down my thighs. A burning sensation trailed behind his touch and I was ready to give in, but not yet.

Pam: It’s often said you are a recluse. What do you have to say to that?

Jacob: I’m a private man. (He leans forward and runs his nose under my jaw. Moaning softly, he whispers.) You smell delicious.

My head tilts to allow him better access and then I cough a little to remind him we need to finish.

Pam: That doesn’t exactly answer the question.

Jacob, pulling back to look me in the eyes: If you want me to mention Ella and how I brought her here to protect her, I’m not going to comment.

That wasn’t what I intended, nor did I think the interviewer wanted that answer. Jacob would never reveal publicly that he thought it best to hide his niece in my small home town in order to help her heal from the horrors of her senior year. I adored Ella and I wouldn’t want to share her situation either.

Interrupting my thoughts, Jacob kissed the other side of my neck: Let’s talk about you.

I giggle as removes the ipad from my hands, then rubs his hands around my neck and under my hair.

Pam: The interviews not about me.

Jacob: Well, the interview is about me, and you are a part of me now. (He kisses me tenderly before making it more aggressive. We can go from zero to one-hundred in minutes and I knew we had to stop or we’d be reenacting a scene from our past on this desk again.)

Pushing Jacob back: What about me, then?

Jacob: What made you fall in love with me? (He was serious but his tone was playful.)

Pam: That won’t be in the interview.

Jacob: Humor me.

Pam: I felt like you were a lost soul. Despite being highly attracted to you�

Jacob interrupting: Highly attracted?

Pam: Yes. (I squeak as Jacob pulls me to the edge of the desk. He’s lined us up even though we aren’t touching. Yet.) I felt like you had secrets deep inside.

Jacob: Deep inside? (He narrows his eyes at me. It’s a trait often reserved for when he wants to make something known he’s serious.)

I sighed: And then when you took care of me. When I was sick. I learned that you were really sweet despite the moodiness.

Jacob, pulling back a bit as he nudged his hips forward: You think I’m moody?

Pam: You know I do. (I laughed.)

Jacob: Let’s go back to those other words. Highly. Deep. Inside. (He leans forward and he knows he’s tempting me. I’m so attracted to Jacob it scares me, but he’s just as drawn to me. He was constantly touching me before anything happened, and now it’s endless.)

Pam: ±õ’d rather hear other words. Love, perhaps? (Jacob’s hands return to my hips and he kisses me on the shoulder).

Jacob: I love you, Lilac. Is that what you want to hear?

Pam: That will do, Mr. Vincent.

Jacob: You know it’s still kind-of hot that you call me that even though you don’t have to anymore. Actually you never had to be so formal with me.

I did have to be that formal, though. It was a way to protect myself. I had to keep our relationship professional. Jacob was too much of a temptation for me in the past and I was tired of being tempted and disappointed by men.

Jacob: When do I get to call you Mrs. Vincent?

I sigh and turn my head to look out the floor to ceiling glass window that holds the most glorious view of Lake Michigan, but he uses his fingers to force me to look at him.

Jacob: Lilac?

Pam: Soon. We have Jess and Emily’s wedding first.

His fingers intertwine with mine and he glances down at my hand. He raises it to kiss my knuckles, then set our hands back on my thigh.

Jacob: I’m a very patient man.

I laugh hard: You are not.

His caramel colored eyes darken and his mouth crooks up on one side: I’ve been known to take my time. (His eyes narrow to emphasize his point. He has learned to take things slow, but he knows I wouldn’t complain if it’s fast either).

Jacob: I think it’s time to end this interview?

Jacob had a way of asking a question that was more a suggestion. He was kissing me again.

Still touching his lips: Want me to set you free, huh?

Jacob: I want to set you free. Free of these clothes.

He was a jokester when things got too serious for him and the interview had been more serious than he cared to share.

Pam: Alright, Mr. Vincent. You’re free.

Jacob: Not yet. (And I heard the clink of his belt unbuckle and the unzip of his jeans). I want to set you free, too, Lilac. (His mouth was against mine again, his tone more serious).

Pam: You already do, Jacob. You already do.

















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like to say I was always a writer. ±õ’d also like to say that I wrote every day

of my life since a child. That I took the teaching advice I give my former

students because writing every day improves your writing. ±õ’d like to say I

have my ten-thousand hours that makes me a proficient writer. But I can’t say

any of those things. I did dream of writing the “Great American Novel� until

one day a friend said: Why does it have to be great? Why can’t it just be good

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As a teenager, I wrote your

typical love-angst poetry that did occasionally win me an award and honor me

with addressing my senior high school class at our Baccalaureate Mass.

IÌýdidn’tÌýkeepÌýa journal because I was too afraid my mom would

find it in the mattress where I kept my copy of Judy Blume’s Forever that

IÌýwasn’tÌýallowed to read as a twelve year old.





I can say that books have

been my life. I’m a reader. I loved to read the day I discovered “The Three

Bears� as a first grader, and ever since then, the written word has been my

friend. Books were an escape for me. An adventure to the unknown. A love affair

±õ’d never know. I could be lost for hours in a book.





So why writing now? I had a

story to tell. It haunted me from the moment I decided if I just wrote it down

it would go away. But itÌýdidn’t. Three years after writing the first

draft, a sign (yes, IÌýbelieve in them) told me to fix up that draft and

work the process to have it published. That’s what I did. But one story let to

another, and another, and another. Then a new idea came into my head and a

newÌýstory lineÌýwas created.Ìý





I was accused (that’s

the correct word) of having an overactive imagination as a child, as if that

was a bad thing.ÌýI’veÌýalso been accused of having the personality of

a Jack Russell terrier,Ìýfull of energy, unable to relax, and always one

step ahead. What can I say other than I have stories to tell and I think you’ll

like them. If you don’t, that’s okay. We all have our book boyfriends. We all

have our favorites. Whatever you do, though, take time for yourself and read a

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Secrets of the Moon � Secrets of the Moon Saga # 1

by Kristy Centeno




Audience: Young adult/New Adult � Genre: Paranormal � Format: E-book � Publisher: Inkspell Publishing � Cover by: Najla Qamber � Pages: 418 � ASIN: B00DSGY4I2 � Date Published: July 4, 2013

Teenager Marjorie Emery eluded death. As she struggles to get her life back on track, she believes her efforts are paying off. Yet, when a black dressing, unfriendly, and incredibly handsome hottie walks into her classroom, she’s forced into a tailspin. Marjorie has no idea how much his presence is going to shatter what little tranquility she’s achieved.




Kyran Rousseau’s gloomy nature has a name, one that is potentially fatal under the right circumstances. His family harbors secrets and does everything to protect Kyran. While, he does’t want to ruin Marjorie’s normal life, love has a way of changing his plans.




Falling for Kyran is the least of Marjorie’s worries. With a faceless threat hunting her and a boyfriend who’s as dangerous as he is good looking—how can Marjorie and Kyran keep all hell from breaking loose before it’s too late?

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After several numbers, Kyran led me back to our table and offered to bring me a bottle of water. As he walked away, I couldn’t help but stare at his tall form. Kyran was stunning. I never got tired of complimenting him, even if I never actually said it aloud. As he made his way toward the

counter, women turned to ogle him. Women with dates still stopped to stare at him, much to the disapproval of the men standing beside them. For a fleeting moment, I couldn’t help but feel pleased having him as my date. He was quite possibly the most handsome guy in the entire café.

As I continued to wait for Kyran to return, I fanned my face with one hand, trying to cool myself down. It was incredibly hot inside the crowded room and I was beginning to sweat. ±õ’d danced so much I had become tired and my feet started hurting. Oddly enough, Kyran hadn’t so much as broken a sweat.

The band began to play their last song for the night when I felt Kyran lightly touch my arm. I looked up to see him offering me an ice-cold bottle of water. Relieved, I took the bottle and opened it. The water felt good as it traveled down my throat, and I nearly swallowed half the bottle in one gulp. Embarrassed, I glanced over at Kyran. He didn’t appear to notice, since he was watching the band. He sat so close I could feel the warmth emanating from his body.

Wasn’t he hot? He was wearing a jacket and I wasn’t. I was hot and sweaty, but he wasn’t. Not only were Kyran’s mood swings completely unpredictable but so, apparently, were the sudden changes in his body temperature. It all seemed so strange to me, but I kept all comments and questions to myself.

Kyran’s gaze turned from the band back to me and I smiled as he glanced my way. My heart leapt inside my chest when he removed a stray lock of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. His hand caressed my cheek, leaving an imprint wherever it touched. I leaned against his hand as it moved up and down my face, drowning in the feel of it. The music was still going, the room was still dark, but none of that mattered as Kyran and I felt like the only two people in the otherwise filled café. When Kyran leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, I felt a sudden bolt of energy run right through me. It was the most unbelievably pleasant experience ±õ’d ever had by far. His lips sought mine and I returned the caress. My ears became deaf to anything but the loud pounding of my heart.

Kyran’s hand shifted from my cheek to the back of my head, bringing my face closer to his, and therefore having a better angle to kiss me. I didn’t resist; if anything I returned his kiss with as much hunger as he was kissing me. I found myself bunching my fists in his shirt and bringing him down toward me. It was a sweet and passionate kiss, far better than I had imagined. My body buzzed all over and my hands itched to touch and explore him. The kiss ended abruptly when we heard the music die down and many people started to cheer for the amazing band. Embarrassingly, up to that point I hadn’t even bothered to ask what the band’s name was. Self-consciously, we glanced around to see if anyone had noticed our brief lapse, but apparently no one had. Not a single person was paying any attention to us.







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Bound to the Moon � Secrets of the Moon Saga # 2




Pages: 107 pages � ASIN: B00TNO3F9W � Date Published: February 14, 2015

For me�

�.immortality is a curse�.release is an impossibility…and love is the one thing I cannot have.

Forbidden or not, I am determined to save my only ray of hope, regardless of what it’ll cost me.




The moment I met Marjorie I knew she was the one thing I couldn’t have, but that didn’t stop us from bonding. The problem is I’m as much of a threat to her as the alpha hunting her down.




Now that I’m fighting against the clock to save her from an invading pack, I realize the only way to protect her from danger—including myself—is by letting her go. But will my sacrifice be in vain? Can I let her go knowing she’s the only one that can save me?

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I inch closer to her until our shoulders touch, wishing that my proximity will calm her nerves somewhat. I’m in need of closeness between us too and I secretly hope she feels the same way. Our faces come within inches of each other’s and I’m suddenly tempted to move in and kiss her. I know I shouldn’t. Not after showing symptoms of yet another relapse, but I’ve never been able to resist Marjorie.

She has been my one true weakness since day one. I tried to stay away. I tried to fight off the attraction, but that didn’t work out so well. I don’t want to anymore anyway.

In some cases, giving in is so much easier than fighting back.

“Marquis called a few family members and longtime friends. Lone wolves mostly,� I explain, but I’m not even a hundred percent sure I’m making any sense. My eyes have zeroed in on Marjorie’s lips and I think I might just kiss her. I want to. And I know she wants it too.

I can hear the blood rushing through her body. I can see the rapid pulse of the vein in her neck, which indicates a physical response to whatever is going through her head.

“You know…we rarely have these moments alone. We should really take advantage of them when they do present themselves.�

I smile. Her logic is irrefutable and hard to argue with, but she doesn’t know what happened a little while ago. She has no idea how severe this relapse was. Even I don’t know if I’ll take a one eighty turn any second now.

“We’re not really alone.� I should move away, but I don’t because she’s right. We don’t have that many moments to be together without a third party keeping watch. And in the next few days, we may not have any alone moments at all.

With this in mind, I move closer until a space of about an inch keeps our lips from making contact. “Gage is outside in the hall,� I inform her.

Marjorie’s hand releases mine and moves up my arm to my shoulder before moving up to the side of my face where it rests on my cheek. She’s smiling, and her smile is sweet and at the same time, timid.

“I figured that, but he’s not in the room with us.� She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

I lose all sense of self-control when her smile turns wicked. She wants to be kissed and I aim to oblige.







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Full Moon � Secrets of the Moon Saga # 3




Pages: 113 pages � ASIN: B00VGLSTVY � Date Published: April 1, 2015

Hidden lies…hidden demons…hidden battles…All leading to the ultimate sacrifice�.

She knows what really brought me here.

She knows the ulterior motives that lead to our friendship.

She doubts what’s in my heart.

What she doesn’t know…all I’m willing to sacrifice in order to ensure eternity for her.

On the brink of putting a face to our enemy, I may have screwed up myself even more. As it turns out, now I’m battling not only an alpha with an uncanny ability to hide where no one can find him, but my own inner demons as well. Physically challenged, my only chance is to rely on two things: my brother and my love for her.

In the end, will Marjorie comprehend the depth of my sacrifice? Or will her pride get in the way of understanding…and her life?

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She stands and takes a hasty step away from the table. “You lied to me.�

“Let me explain.� I stand after her. She looks like she’s about to bolt and I intend to stop her. The last thing I want is to keep her here against her will but I can’t risk her being out there less protected and more vulnerable. “There’s more to it than that.�

“No. There’s not. You lied to me. You all did.� In a fraction of a second, she turns and glowers at Alexis. “How could you? Why didn’t you think I could handle all this? What kind of inept person do you people think I am?�

Alexis scampers to his feet. “Marjorie our motives were purely—�

“Don’t. I suspected from the beginning you were all hiding…I just can’t fathom. I should have kept my distance when I suspected you of lying, but I stupidly thought you didn’t want to hurt me.� Marjorie struggles to hold back tears. “I was wrong all along.�

She retreats without another word, limping out of the

kitchen and to the sunroom. I have no clue where she intends to go since she can’t drive and

her house is at least a ten minute drive from ours, but I am compelled to follow her anyway.

Grabbing her arm, I whirl her around to face me as I pin her to the opposite wall—out of view of my family in the next room.

“Marjorie, you can’t leave.� I inch closer until our lips are a scarcely a couple of inches apart. “We don’t want to hold you against your will, but we are trying to protect you.�

“You can’t keep me here.� Her voice clearly conveys her level of anger.

I don’t want to be in this position but I have no choice. For her own safety, I can’t let her leave. She’s more at risk out there than she is in here.

“I will if I have to.�

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Kristy Centeno is an author of paranormal romance, young adult, new adult, horror, and contemporary romance.

She has always had a passion for books and after years of being an avid reader, she decided to transform her desire to write into a reality and thus, her first novel was born. In her journey to create memorable reads, she has delved into several genres, creating fictional characters meant to entice readers and captivate the mind.

She is currently working on finishing off the Keeper Witches series among other projects, which include sequels to her published work. When she’s not busy taking care of her five children or holding down the fort, she finds time to sit and do what she loves the most: writing.

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