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Angry God!

by LJ Shen

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Vaughn Spencer.

They call him an angry god.

To me, he is nothing but a heartless prince.

His parents rule this town, its police, every citizen and boutique on Main Street.

All I own is a nice, juicy grudge against him for that time he almost killed me.

Between hooking up with a different girl every weekend, breaking hearts, noses and rules, Vaughn also finds the time to bully little ole’ me.

I fight back, tooth and nail, never expecting him to chase me across the ocean after we graduate high school.

But here he is, living with me in a dark, looming castle on the outskirts of London.

A fellow intern. A prodigal sculptor. A bloody genius.

They say this place is haunted, and it is.

Carlisle Castle hides two of our most awful secrets.

Vaughn thinks he can kill the ghosts of his past, but what he doesn’t know? It’s my heart he’s slaying.

 

 

 

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About LJ Shen

L.J. Shen is a USA Today, Washington Post and Amazon #1 best-selling author of contemporary, New Adult and YA romance. Her books have been sold to nineteen different countries.

She lives in California with her husband, son, cat and eccentric fashion choices, and enjoys good wine, bad reality TV shows and catching sun rays with her lazy cat.

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The author writes with such emotion it’s really a delight to all of your senses.
I love the gothic vibe of this super duper angsty bewitching tale.
Immediately all of your attention is on this spooky, drafty castle with
sharp, pointy pillars and of course GHOSTS!
MOTTO:
“Ars longa, vita brevis” – Art is long, life is short

LJ Shen takes you on a tale from past to present with such rhythm it
simply flows through your perception acutely.  When she weaves the
tale of angsty high school drama, you instantly perceive this sorta
Mean Girl aura and get the feel of rich kid or inner circle cliques.

“Don’t worry, Captain Save-a-Ho.  I won’t fuck them.” ~Vaughn 
The Hero, Vaughn Spencer is the  epitome of a poignant, tempestuous,
and distraught character.  So many traumatic memories slay
this beautiful soul your heart literally melts and bleeds out irrevocably.
“There are no bargains between gods and mortals.  You will kneel, and as we’re both well aware, you’re also going to fucking enjoy it.”  ~Vaughn 
The Heroine, Lenora Astalis is no shrinking flower, she’s combative and
aggressive yet empathetic.  She’s got daddy issues but most profoundly is
her grieving anguish that just devastates your psyche.
“I don’t believe in literal ghosts, but I believe our past unleashes dog-shaped demons upon us, and they chase us, and that’s what keeps us running.  Moving.  Living.”  ~Lenny
I cannot say anymore but please pick this baby up and read how
these two devastating characters blend together and assimilate love, healing,
family and future.
“I am hell bound, and you are heaven sent”  ~Vaughn
“He wasn’t a boy at all.  He was a deity.”  ~Lenny
Quotes by Lenora Astalis:
There is so much beauty in the darkness.  It’s just harder to find.
It was lovely we were going to kiss and fondle and maybe even shag each other.

 

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Angry God, an all-new angst-filled new adult standalone romance from USA Today bestselling author L.J. Shen, is coming February 18th and we have the smoking hot cover!

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Vaughn Spencer.

They call him an angry god.

To me, he is nothing but a heartless prince.

His parents rule this town, its police, every citizen and boutique on Main Street.

All I own is a nice, juicy grudge against him for that time he almost killed me.

Between hooking up with a different girl every weekend, breaking hearts, noses and rules, Vaughn also finds the time to bully little ole’ me.

I fight back, tooth and nail, never expecting him to chase me across the ocean after we graduate high school.

But here he is, living with me in a dark, looming castle on the outskirts of London.

A fellow intern. A prodigal sculptor. A bloody genius.

They say this place is haunted, and it is.

Carlisle Castle hides two of our most awful secrets.

Vaughn thinks he can kill the ghosts of his past, but what he doesn’t know? It’s my heart he’s slaying.

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L.J. Shen is a USA Today, Washington Post and Amazon #1 best-selling author of contemporary, New Adult and YA romance. Her books have been sold to nineteen different countries.

She lives in California with her husband, son, cat and eccentric fashion choices, and enjoys good wine, bad reality TV shows and catching sun rays with her lazy cat.

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~Book Review~ In The Unlikely Event – L.J. SHEN

 

In The Unlikely Event

 

by L.J. SHEN

 

 

L.J. Shen comes a new, star-crossed lovers romance about loss, love, and meeting The One when you are too young to know how to keep them.
Sometimes you meet people who are out of this world, so you make them a part of yours.
A one-night stand born from vengeance in a foreign land.
An explosive chemistry neither of us could deny.
We signed a contract on the back of a Boar’s Head Pub napkin that said if we ever met again, we would drop everything and be together.
Eight years and thousands of miles later, he’s here.
In New York.
And he’s America’s music obsession.
The intangible Irish poet who brings record executives to their knees.
The blizzard in my perfect, unshaken snow globe.
Last time we spoke, he was a beggar with no intention of becoming a king.
But a king he became, and now I’m his servant.
I’m not the same broken princess Malachy Doherty put back together with his callused hands.
I have a career I love.
A boyfriend I adore.
An apartment, a roommate, a life.
I changed. He changed, too.
But Mal kept the napkin.
Question is, will I keep my word?
Influences:
John Fante, Charles Bukowski, William S. Burroughs, Zadie Smith, Jonathan Franzen, Jandy Nelson, Woody Allen, Stephen King, Bret Easton Ellis
L.J. Shen is USA Today and Washington Post bestselling author of contemporary romance books. She lives in California with her husband, son and lazy cat.
When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading a good book with a glass of wine and catching up on her favorite HBO and Netflix shows.
Yeah, she’s a badass like that.
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Alright so right from the start I could tell this work here was completely different from anything LJ Shen has produced as of yet. A very refreshing new take, a unique blend of angst, and really an emotional yet addictive story from start to the end. 
Malachy Doherty is charming, sweet, humorous, fun, charismatic, definitely swoon-worthy.  He is exactly what Aurora a.k.a. Rory needs at this time in her life as she struggles with daddy issues and going through grief.
Rory is young, sweet, feisty, and fun, when these to meet it’s an instant bond and enough chemistry to burn your eyes out of their sockets.
When the young lovers meet, Mal is a musician solo-ing it up on the streets and Rory is an up-and-coming photographer who takes her camera everywhere.  It all begins with a promise-contract to wed in the unlikely event they meet in the future, it is wrote on a bar napkin that Mal keeps for years in his back pocket.
 
Fast forward into their future and you find the hero and heroine grew jaded, flawed, broken, jagged, and trying to fit their missing pieces together again.  You know this is life in general, there are tons of accusations, assumptions, ups and downs, twists and turns, lies and deceit, we all make mistakes.  But its time to solve all these riddles and they do in the most humorous of ways.  Their story is quirky, cute, loving, heartbreaking and truthful to a fault.  All their broken pieces seems to fit naturally back together.  I cannot really say anything further without spoiling this epic love story except that no chocolate bars were harmed in the devouring of this novel.

~Book Review~ *CREDENCE* by Penelope Douglas

CREDENCE

by Penelope Douglas

Three of them, one of her, and a remote cabin in the woods. Let the hot, winter nights ensue…

Tiernan de Haas doesn’t care about anything anymore. The only child of a film producer and his starlet wife, she’s grown up with wealth and privilege but not love or guidance. Shipped off to boarding schools from an early age, it was still impossible to escape the loneliness and carve out a life of her own. The shadow of her parents’ fame followed her everywhere.

And when they suddenly pass away, she knows she should be devastated. But has anything really changed? She’s always been alone, hasn’t she?

Jake Van der Berg, her father’s stepbrother and her only living relative, assumes guardianship of Tiernan who is still two months shy of eighteen. Sent to live with him and his two sons, Noah and Kaleb, in the mountains of Colorado, Tiernan soon learns that these men now have a say in what she chooses to care and not care about anymore.

As the three of them take her under their wing, teach her to work and survive in the remote woods far away from the rest of the world, she slowly finds her place among them.

And as a part of them.

She also realizes that lines blur and rules become easy to break when no one else is watching.

One of them has her.

The other one wants her.

But he…

He’s going to keep her.

Penelope Douglas is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her books have been translated into fourteen languages and include The Fall Away Series, The Devil’s Night Series, and the stand-alones, Misconduct, Punk 57, and Birthday Girl.

Influences:

Apocalyptica, Three Days Grace, Five Finger Death Punch, Breaking Benjamin, Black Veil Brides, Nonpoint…to name a few
She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and their daughter.

 

 

 

 

 

Tiernan de Haas is a strong female heroine, don't get me wrong, however she has been totally alone, secluded and immature especially to be making decisions about relations relating to her education, mental health and body.  Following the deaths of both parents together, sorta like a suicide pact, she receives word to live with her father’s stepbrother and only living relative Jake Van der Berg and his two sons, Kaleb and Noah. 





In the secluded mountains of Colorado away from any towns, people or civilization, Tiernan soon finds out what home, hope, feelings and love are all about.  But lines and boundaries are being cris-crossed and blurred for the heroine was raised in a wealthy household lacking in parental dicipline, guidance and loving support.  



 

Now Penelope Douglas is a master story teller because you feel being up in these snow capped mountains, when she writes she pulls you right into the setting she sets.  You feel like you are right in front of the fireplace, you can see yourself feeding the animals, you can see yourself hunting, fishing and swimming in and around this homesteads rivers and lakes.  Now that is a true artist.  







It's not all love and games soon Tiernan will have to do battle with her feelings of home, health, love, education and life.  Don't miss out on this erotic, forbidden, even taboo tale of hope, loss, love and life.











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How do you get over the death of a loved one? The one you were going to marry? Even if you always knew you were on borrowed time…

Ruben Asher has been on a downward spiral ever since the death of his fiancée. Getting lost in a haze of alcohol and grief, he spurns everyone’s help, even his best friends.

Laurie Rosales has lived through a loss that still haunts her every day. She turns her black hole of an existence into helping others. But Ruben is the one man she could never reach…

Nearly two years later, Ruben dives head-first into her life again, surprising both her and himself. 

This time, he knows what he wants and he’s not backing down. 

Can Ruben help Laurie confront buried truths? Can Laurie compete with ghosts from Ruben’s past? Can they break down each other’s walls? Allowing healing to begin on both sides along with feelings like no other.

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Heavy footsteps roused me from my stupor. I don’t know how long exactly I’d been sitting in the bathtub, staring off at nothing, pondering the catastrophe my life had become. Couldn’t have been too long since sunlight still lit the room.

The footsteps came closer and closer. And then they entered the room. Oh, shit. I froze, not even daring to breathe. There was a loud yawn, followed by the cracking of joints. Then a large hand reached in beside the closed shower curtain and turned on the tap. A torrent of ice cold water poured down. It was like a billion itty-bitty knives stabbing at my skin. All of the scratches and raw patches from earlier stung like shit. I gritted my teeth, shoulders hiked up to around my ears as if that would provide any protection.

Yep, I sat there, all huddled up, listening to the man take a leak.

Awesome. Just plain awesome.

Wasn’t like I could jump out and interrupt the man midflow. And say what? I knew this was not a good situation to get caught in.

  1. I’d basically broken into this guy’s house.
  2. And had then gone on making myself right at home, having a messy emotional breakdown in his bathtub.

Normal, rational people didn’t do this sort of thing. I didn’t even have a criminal record, had never particularly done anything outlandish or interesting until now. This was all Chris’s fault, the bastard. I’d just have to make the best of it and hope this guy had a sense of humor.

Just as the water began to warm, he flushed the john and freezing cold water drenched me anew. I’d been about to open my mouth and announce my presence, but that put an end to that. Needles of icy cold water pelted down on my skin. I fucking froze. Teeth gritted, I suppressed a squeal of pain and rage.

Then the shower curtain flew back.

“Shit!” The man was very tall, very naked, and very surprised. He stumbled back a step, a hand clutching at the bench behind him, eyes furious and wide. “What the hell?”

Good question.

I opened my mouth, closed it. Language skills had apparently abandoned me. In total silence, the man and I stared at each other.

Even with no clothing to take cues from, the dude was clearly the epitome of cool. He looked about my age, or maybe a little older. He had longish red-blond hair, dark blue eyes set in an angular face, a lean but muscular torso covered in tattoos, and a rather large cock. Not that I meant to check him out, it’s just kind of hard to ignore a penis and scrotum when they’re dangling right in front of your face. I tilted my head, trying to get some perspective. Every viewpoint, however, was equally shocking. There was dick as far as the eye could see.

And I should stop ogling him. Right.

“Hi.” With a calm I didn’t even vaguely feel, I reached up and turned off the tap. Much better. His monster penis had momentarily derailed me, but I was back on track now. Time to talk myself out of this mess. “Hey.”

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” he asked flatly.

“Right. Well . . .” I neatly tucked my dripping-wet shoulder-length blond hair back behind my ears. As if that would help. My winged eyeliner and false lashes were probably halfway down my cheeks. “I, um, I . . .”

“You what?”

“I’m Lydia,” I said, the first thing to come to mind.

No reply. His handsome face, however, took on a distinctly pissy expression. Even his strawberry-blond hair seemed a fiery hue. Fine, so we weren’t swapping names and getting cozy. Fair enough. You wouldn’t believe how hard it was, keeping my eyes on his face. The struggle was real. It might have been due to my not seeing one in so long, but his dick seemed almost hypnotic. The thing had magical powers, I swear. It was so big and mobile, subtly swaying every time he moved. My gaze kept darting down despite my best efforts.

Finally he put me out of my misery, grabbing a towel off a nearby rack and wrapping it around his waist. It made for quite the hot-looking miniskirt. Not just any man could have pulled off such a look.

But back to my explanations.

“Ah, firstly, I’d just like to say sorry about this.” I waved a hand at him and his bathroom and, well everything, really. “For any inconvenience I might have caused here in your bathroom.”

The guy stood tall, looming over me with his hands on hips. Tattoos covered his arms to his wrists. Still, he had a whole lot of sinew on show. Definitely not the kind of man you’d want to mess with. Dude could probably snap me in half in a second. I bet he was a tattoo model, or a biker, or a pirate, or something. Something a lot hot and more than a little scary.

Shit. I really should have chosen another house.

“I don’t normally break into people’s places and hide out in their tub,” I babbled, on the verge of incoherency. “So I’m really sorry. Seriously. So very sorry. But you’ve got a lovely home.”

“That so?”

“Not that, I mean, that’s not why I’m here. I just . . .” Fucking hell, my mind was a disaster. I took a deep breath, letting it out nice and slow, before trying again. “I love the old Arts and Crafts bungalows, don’t you? They have such soul.”

His brows drew tight. “Are you high? What the fuck are you on?”

“Nothing!”

“You haven’t been popping any pills or snorting something?”

“No, I swear.”

“Nothing to drink?”

“I haven’t had anything,” I said, but the suspicion and anger still lined his face. Paired with the stubble on his chin and the shadows beneath his eyes, my unwilling host was one tired, cranky man. Couldn’t really blame him.

“So you’re completely sober,” he said.

“Completely.”

A pause.

“You’re thinking I’m bat-shit crazy now, aren’t you?” I asked, despite the answer sitting plain as day on his pretty face.

“Pretty much, yeah.”

Oh, god. “I’m not. I’m sane.”

“You sure about that?” He looked down the long line of his nose at me, distinctly unimpressed. “Seen a lot of weird shit in my years. Stuff like you wouldn’t believe. But I got to tell you, right now, this . . . you, are taking the cake.”

“Great.” And I was so definitely probably going to jail. Someone ought to give me a cookie. My ability to take a bad situation and make it worse today was amazing.

“You touch any of my stuff?” he asked. “Take anything?”

“Yes, your sofa is cunningly hidden down the front of my dress. You won’t believe where I fit the TV.”

Again, his eyes narrowed dangerously. “Between you and me, probably not the time to be funny, babe.”

Crap. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. You have every right to be mad.”

“Damn right, I do.”

I nodded, contrite. “I haven’t touched any of your things.”

The dude just stood there, staring. Lots going on behind his eyes. None of which I could read.

A stray tear trickled down my face. It must have saved itself up just for the occasion. Gah. How pathetic. I sniffled, brushing it off hurriedly with the back of my hand.

“Fuck’s sake,” he muttered.

“I really am sorry about this. The truth is, I just needed somewhere to hide for a little while. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

He sighed. It wasn’t a happy sound. “Lydia?”

“Yes?” Despite my best efforts, my voice trembled slightly.

“Look at me.”

I did so. He still looked cranky and crazy cool while I remained a hot mess.

“I’m Vaughan,” he said.

“Hi.”

He tipped his chin and silence fell between us once more.

With the tip of his tongue rubbing at his upper lip, he looked at the wide open window, and then back at me. Yep, that’s how I’d gotten in. Houdini had nothing on my mad skills.

“What are you doing in my house, Lydia? The truth.”

“It’s kind of a long story, actually.” Along with being excruciatingly embarrassing. But then, what wasn’t about this day?

Vaughan crossed his arms over his wide chest and waited me out while I fussed with my ruined skirts and tried to come up with a way to spin the story to not make me look a complete fool. Christ, the holes in my stockings were huge. On one side, my entire foot stuck out. So screwed.

Vaughan crouched by the side of the tub, resting his arms on the side. Up close the shadows under his eyes seemed even bigger and darker against his pale skin. And there were bags big enough to use as carry-ons. Despite the strong lines of his lean face, the man looked done-in. Ready to sleep for a hundred years.

I knew that feeling.

“Looks like a wedding dress,” he said quietly.

“Yes, it is. I was going to get married today.” I took a deep breath, wiping my face with my hands. Just as expected, my palms came away smeared with black eye makeup. “Ah, boy. I must look a wreck.”

Without comment, Vaughan reached out and grabbed a towel, handing it to me. It was sort of threadbare, old. Dated like the rest of the house. I hadn’t seen more than one room, but real estate agents got a feel for these sort of things. Minimal upkeep for the past five or so years would have been my guess. Perhaps it’d even been left empty. Bushes out front hid the house from view, so I’d never gotten a good look at it before.

“Thank you.” I patted myself dry with the towel as best I could. What remained of my beautiful dress was a sopping wet ruin. “I’m sorry I broke into your house, Vaughan. I swear I don’t normally do this sort of thing.”

“No,” he said, his voice deep. “Figured as much. Where’d you come from?”

“The big house at the back.”

His brow wrinkled. “You climbed over the fence?”

“Yes.”

Tired, red-tinged eyes appraised me anew. “That’s a tall fence. Must have been one hell of an emergency.”

“It was a disaster.”

For a long moment he studied me, deep in thought. Then he sighed yet again, climbing to his feet.

“Are you going to call the cops on me?” I asked, my throat tight with tension. “I know you have every right to, I’m not disputing that. I’d just, I’d like to know. Mental preparation and all that.”

“No. I’m not.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” My whole body sagged in relief.

Then he clapped his hands together, startling the crap out of me. “Okay, Lydia. Here’s what we’re going to do.”

“Yes?”

“I arrived late this morning, have only had a few hours sleep. If I don’t get some coffee soon, things are going to get ugly. And you probably need to get dried off.” With no fuss, he held out his hand. “Let’s get shit sorted out. Then we can sit down and you can tell me the long story of how the hell you ended up in my house. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” I said, voice lightening.

He pulled me up. Then, with strong hands on my waist, lifted me out of the tub. Immediately water started dripping off of my saturated dress, pooling on the scuffed wooden flooring at my feet. Chris would have been distinctly unimpressed. Chris didn’t like messes. But as Vaughan didn’t seem to care, neither did I.

“You’re really not going to call the police?” I asked.

“No. Hold still,” he said, carefully plucking a fake eyelash from my cheek.

“Thank you.”

“Your dress is kind of fucked.” He looked me over from top to toe.

“I know,” I said sadly.

“I’ll leave you to get changed.”

“Wait. Please. I can’t get out of it on my own.”

More frowning.

“It’s vintage,” I explained with a grim face. “There’s no zip, just a line of little buttons up the back.”

“’Course there is.” Without another word, he turned me around and got started in on said buttons. As he worked, he hummed beneath his breath, the song vaguely familiar.

“Aren’t you still mad?” I asked, perplexed.

“Nuh.”

“But I broke into your house.”

“Window was open.”

“I still trespassed.”

Busy fingers kept working on undoing the dress. “You sat in the tub and cried because some dickhead fucked you over.”

That shut me up.

“Or that’s what I’m assuming, given the dress and all. I take it he’s the one that gave you that shiner on your cheek?”

“No. No one hit me. And yes, you assumed right about the being fucked over.” I tried to look back at him, but I couldn’t see a thing beyond my wild-ass hair. Impressive how it’d survived the shower. The stylist clearly knew her shit.

“You sure no one hit you?” He did not sound convinced.

“Yes. I lost my grip and hit the floor when I was climbing in the window. My home invasion skills need work.”

“I’d suggest you try a different career.” He finished with the buttons and took a step back, scratching his head. “You okay with the dress now?”

“Yes, thank you,” I told his reflection in the mirror. “For everything, I mean.”

“Sure.” He almost smiled and gave a small shake of the head as if he couldn’t quite believe what was going on. Or maybe it was disbelief that he wasn’t kicking me straight back out the window through whence I’d come.

Lord knows, it’d shocked the shit out of me.

He turned toward the door. “See you out there.”

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Release Date: April 19th!

Genre: Erotica-Contemporary / Rockstar Romance

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The last thing Vaughan Hewson expects to find when he returns to his childhood home is a broken hearted bride in his shower, let alone the drama and chaos that comes with her.

Lydia Green doesn’t know whether to burn down the church or sit and cry in a corner. Discovering the love of your life is having an affair on your wedding day is bad enough. Finding out it’s with his best man is another thing all together. She narrowly escapes tying the knot and meets Vaughan only hours later.

Vaughan is the exact opposite of the picture perfect, respected businessman she thought she’d marry. This former musician-turned-bartender is rough around the edges and unsettled. But she already tried Mr. Right and discovered he’s all wrong-maybe it’s time to give Mr. Right Now a chance.

After all, what’s wrong with getting dirty?

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Kylie is a long time fan of erotic love stories and B-grade horror films. She demands a happy ending and if blood and carnage occur along the way then all the better. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.

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BLOG TOUR! ~*~Lord Bachelor~*~ by Tammy L. Bailey

 

Lord Bachelor

by

Tammy L. Bailey

Genre: Romance

Tour Date: April 5, 2016

 

Blurb:

Edmund

Rushwood is a single English lord in possession of a great fortune who is in

desperate need of a rich wife.

In

accordance with his father’s will, Edmund has until he turns twenty-six to find

a wealthy bride or lose his vast inheritance. To retain his selfish lifestyle,

he agrees to join an American dating game show to find the woman who can save

him. He doesn’t bargain on meeting Abby Forester, an impoverished, spirited

American woman who is content to live out her father’s dreams in his vintage

record shop.

With

covert intervention from an unlikely source, Abby lands on the dating game show

as one of Edmund’s potential brides. As their worlds entangle and love begins

to bloom, Abby discovers Edmund cannot marry her and retain his wealth at the

same time. Will love keep them together, or will greed triumph and tear them

apart?

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Excerpt:

He

smiled. “Just say thank you, and we’ll call it even.”

For a

long moment, she stared at him, mouth agape, not sure if this was some sort of

British humor she didn’t understand. Well, she supposed it didn’t cost her

anything to give him what he wanted. “Thank you.”

His

smile widened. “I thought American girls were all about, uhm,” he paused, his

gaze sliding to her slightly parted lips, “…affectionate forms of

appreciation.”

Abby

exhaled. Did he really expect her to kiss him? Well, she wasn’t going to, no

matter how many times her gaze wandered to his mouth. “I don’t know you, and

you certainly don’t know me, Mr. —”

“Lord,”

he corrected her with the slightest conceited bow. “Lord Rushwood.”

She

resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Pardon me. Lord Rushwood.”

“You

may still call me Edmund.”

This

time she brought her hands to her face, ready to let out a frustrated scream.

He didn’t move as she parted her fingers and peeked through them. Growing more

annoyed, she dropped her hands to her sides and squared her shoulders.

“I

have thanked you…Edmund, so I will not be wrapping my arms around your neck and

inviting you up for a night of, whatever you call it in England—”

“Rogering?

Shagging?”

She

closed her eyes and brought in a therapeutic breath. “Never mind,” she replied,

trying to extinguish the blush spreading like a wildfire into her face.

Author Bio:

I was

born in historical Appomattox, Virginia. After graduating from high school, I

joined the military and served five years in the active duty Army. After

leaving, I decided to go into the Ohio Air National Guard where I retired as a

Master Sergeant in 2011. In case you were wondering, I have never flown a

plane. After getting lost to the recruiter’s office, I was highly discouraged

from navigating one.

I

admit, I am an avid Jane Austen fan and try to incorporate her in my books, in

one way or another. This dream of writing, with Jane sometimes, is an exciting

adventure that may take me as far as the stars or as close as my computer.

When

I’m not writing, I’m spending time with my husband and two boys, ages 12 and

10. Without their sacrifice and understanding, I would have never been able to

pursue my passion of writing or my accomplishment of becoming a published

author.

No

matter what I write and read, there ALWAYS has to be a happy ending.

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