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Title: Forsaken
Series: Scandalous Series
Author: Ady Anes
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: July 23, 2019
Cover Design: Pink Ink Designs
Griffin Harris has watched every one of his friends fall in love. Mostly with each other. It’s kind of hard being the odd man out. Most days it doesn’t bother him though, thanks to the major project he’s spearheading.
A simple run-in with a cute pixie named Dawn changes everything. Without a doubt, Griffin knows that she’s the one.
But what happens when that girl turns out to be a part of the group’s tarnished past?
**Contains mature content**
For maximum reading enjoyment – recommended reading order for the Scandalous Series:
Attraction (Book One)
Irresistible (Book Two)
Temptation (Book Three)
Until Him (Book Four)
Reverence (Book Five)
Surrender (Book Six)
Forsaken (Book Seven)

Meeting Dawn
 

 

Griffin

 


I need to get out of here and clear my head. I’ve been inundated with Desirae’s project and need a distraction to un-muddle my brain. It’s a massive undertaking encompassing the main house that features six private suites spread out throughout, with several levels from the basement up through three floors. Each suite has double walk-in closets, ensuite bathrooms, with either a sunken soaking tub or raised Jacuzzi. The main house has a dining hall that easily seats twelve people. We designed a formal living room on the main floor with a great room in the basement. The family room is on the second floor while the media room is on the third floor. Forget the fact that Des expects Andrea and I to design a state-of-the art gourmet kitchen, fit in a breakfast nook, and insert impressive aquariums to separate rooms rather than using basic walls. This place is going to be a functioning work of art by the time we’re done with it. Fortunately, the game room has been moved from the main house to the community building to ensure enough space to entertain everyone. Des wants an air hockey table while the guys want a pool table. Carina wants a projection screen on one wall so they can play video games while Jaxon wants old-school arcade machines in the corners.
 

 

That room alone is giving me a migraine.

 

 

 

 

I roll my shoulders trying to relax my body. Although I can find plenty of entertainment under the estate roof, it isn’t where I want to be. It’s hard being the odd man out nowadays. I have no wingman to hang out with. My best friend, Diego, is practically attached to the hip to Desirae; where there is one there is always the other. I don’t want to be the third wheel. Thanks, but no thanks. That leaves me looking for ways to entertain myself. I’m not one for nameless, sloppy sex. I’d rather have a casual, although consistent, fling than a carefree night spent with a stranger.

 

 

 

 

Desirae’s property is adjacent to Nic’s property and the estate. Combined, these two have close to 1000 acres. I mean who needs this much land? Apparently, they do. But I digress… Nic has made the most of his property. While the estate may be his heart and soul, he’s not hurting for money thanks to the stables, the hunting cabins, the shooting range, paintball field, spa retreat, and orchards that all generate revenue. The damn property is its own mini compound. Many staff members live in private cabins away from the hustle and bustle of the plethora of amenities and attractions. Nic is freaking self-sufficient growing fruits and veggies, while farming salmon, hunting game on the countless acres, and raising some livestock. All to provide gourmet meals to the estate, hot meals to hunters, and organic foods to those having a spa day.

 

 

 

 

Sheesh.

 

 

 

 

I slip through the hidden entrance of the massive hedge that separates her property from his. It’s quite a natural yet very effective border. The gnarly hedge ensures you can’t just slip through them. Security patrols along this side ensuring no unauthorized person gets through. Des is just as protective of her place as Nic is of his. Statues of naked gods and goddesses decorate the side of the estate’s private lawn while the back is more like a Garden of Eve. I walk aimlessly following the winding trail that heads toward the stables. The scent of hay and manure float on the breeze. It’s a pleasant change from the scent of sex and leather under Hedonism’s roof. There is only so much I can handle of the estate at any given time. Right now, I’m maxed out.

 

 

 

 

Horses nicker as I enter the stable. Already the load lightens from my shoulders as I pat the soft nuzzle of the dark brown horse in front of me. “Can I help you?” A soft feminine voice inquires. I peer around the horse to find an unfamiliar face staring back at me.

 

 

 

 

“Um” I stammer suddenly lost for words. She has short pixie-like hair with bright blue eyes that glitter even within the shadows of the stable. Her eyes widen in surprise as if she recognizes me. It’s entirely possible considering that I’m always with Diego and the girls. Personally-knowing the owner of the estate gives one a special kind of status.

 

 

 

 

“Did you have an appointment?” Her nose scrunches in the cutest way. She seems unsure of herself as she shifts from side-to-side. It’s then that I manage to move my eyes from her pretty face to her body. My pants tighten at the sight of her ample chest. Jaxon would say this girl has an impressive rack. Her tight jeans show off curvy hips and luscious thighs. Damn.

 

 

 

 

She arches her brows waiting.

 

 

 

 

“What?” Her question slowly processes through my lust-addled brain. “No” I belatedly reply, “I just come out here sometimes to groom them. I hope you don’t mind.”

 

 

 

 

“Wouldn’t a guy like you rather spend your time over there?” She flicks her thumb toward the estate. Immediately my hackles are up. Judge perfect strangers much?

 

 

 

 

“What I do with my time is my business” I snap. She flinches at my harsh words but what did she honestly expect?

 

 

 

 

“I’m sorry” she contritely replies. “It’s just that I usually don’t find guests here unless they have an appointment.” Her cheeks heat with embarrassment making me feel like a total douche.

 

 

 

 

“I’m the one that’s sorry” I sigh running my hands through my hair, “Just stressed out. You didn’t deserve that.”

 

 

 

 

“I guess we’re both sorry then” she smiles, and for a moment it reminds me of someone I used to know.

 

 

 

 

“I’m Griffin” I step away from the horse and approach her with my hand extended.

 

 

 

 

Her face pales for just a moment causing me to pause. I don’t want to scare her or anything. She finally extends her quivering hand and shakes mine. “I’m… m-my name is Dawn” she stutters.

 

 

 

 

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl” I smile at her hoping to put her at ease. Her cheeks redden again. Damn this girl blushes easily.

 

 

 

 

“Thanks” she breathily replies. She looks around the stable at the horses. I’ve never seen her before, yet I feel like I know her somehow.

 

 

 

 

“Have we run into each other here before?” I blurt. I hate asking the whole do we know each other from somewhere since it might be considered a pick-up line.

 

 

 

 

“Here” she squeaks, “I haven’t worked at the stables for long.” She fidgets looking behind her. My dick presses against my zipper insisting that we should get to know her better. I can’t shake the feeling that I know her though. I want to ask more questions, but she looks ready to bolt or be on the verge of a panic attack. And even though she’s cute when she’s nervous I don’t want her to be uncomfortable around me.

 

 

 

 

“Do you like working at the stables?” I ask to defuse the situation. She’s acting more skittish than the horses.

 

 

 

 

“I’ve always loved horses” she strokes the magnificent black stallion next to her. “Mr. Reed put me in charge of the stables.”

 

 

 

 

“That’s wonderful” I genuinely praise. So many girls come to Nicholas in hopes of getting hired for the estate or the nightclub. He doesn’t have paid escorts on the ground but the things that happen within Hedonism come pretty-damn close.

 

 

 

 

“Thanks” she nods her head before heading to the corner of the stable. My eyes drift down to her backside. Damn those jeans fit her just right. I bite back a groan as she bends down to grab something. “So, you know how to properly groom them right?” She questions, completely oblivious to the scrumptious view she’s providing me.

 

 

 

 

“Yep” I croak hoping she doesn’t turn around while I adjust myself.

 

 

 

 

“Which should you use first?” She turns around holding two grooming items in her hand, but she doesn’t offer which is which. “Curry comb or dandy brush?”

 

 

 

 

“Curry comb” I reply motioning to the grooming tool with short teeth and a handle to slip our hands into.

 

 

 

 

“You passed” she smirks. She saunters my way with the curry comb in her hand. My mouth dries as her hips sway with each step. She passes me the comb completely oblivious to my reaction to her. “You earned the right to use the hoof pick” she mock exclaims.

 

 

 

 

I arch my brows not fooled at all by what she’s trying to do. I’m game though. I’ll pick out whatever muck is under the horse’s hooves if it buys me more time with her. “As long as you muck the stalls.” I fold my arms across my chest. Her eyes travel from my face to my torso. She blinks a few times before my words register with her.

 

 

 

 

Good, she’s affected too.

 

 

 

 

I flex my arms for good measure loving how her eyes devour me. I’m not built like Valentino and Rafe. I don’t even have the athletic build like Jaxon and Nicholas, but I’ve been told I’m easy on the eyes.

 

 

 

 

“I get paid to do that, so I don’t mind.” she finally has a comeback. She opens two stalls and leads the horses to me. She begins grooming one without saying another word. I pat the big guy in front of me and croon a few reassuring words as I slip the curry comb into my hand.

 

 

 

 

Dawn and I spend the next hour grooming the horses and giving them treats. It’s the best kind of meditation for me before I get back to work. Desirae is on our asses to get the main house completed before the start of their senior year of college. It’s a tight time schedule but I believe we can do it. Dawn might be the best kind of distraction. She’s a breath of fresh air. I look forward to getting to know her better.

 

  
      
Ady Anes is a dutiful wife and mother in real life, but a dirty girl between the pages. Her love for reading transfers into her passion for writing. She always has stories floating in her head, ready to pour onto blank pages. Ady has a killer sweet tooth, loves music and sports, and names her kids and fur babies after fictional characters.
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New Release/Excerpt

Title: The Lady to Match a Rogue: Faith
Series: The Baggington Sisters #4
Author: Isabella Thorne
Genre: Sweet/Clean Regency Romance
Release Date: July 9, 2019


Faith only wanted to be taken seriously… She never meant for things to get so out of hand, but men get funny ideas when a woman wears trousers.
Miss Faith Bagginton and her twin sister, Hope, are the youngest of the Bagginton siblings. The family has high expectations for the twins’ entrance into society and their future marriages, but Faith Bagginton doesn’t want to be only half of a matched set, and marriage is the furthest thing from her mind.
Faith longs to be taken seriously as an author and a playwright. With the invention of the pseudonym, Mr. Emerson, and a letter to a London printer it seems her dream is at hand, but a mix-up will have Faith donning a masculine visage in more than just name.
Hijinks ensue when Faith, disguised as Mr. Emerson, secretly attends the Baron’s Ball. Complications threaten Faith’s scheme, Hope must take her twin’s place, and if anyone should find out both girls would be ruined!
To make matters worse Faith is falling in love with the handsome Oscar Titherington, a well know rake and troublemaker, who has taken a liking to the young playwright, and has no idea Emerson is really Faith.
As if that were not enough, the twins’ eldest brother Isaac returns from London ahead of schedule and has no idea what his sisters have been up too. The twins are used to playacting each other, but Faith discovers that dealing with society and twisted love triangles can get bit tricky when you are a gentleman who is really a lady.
A riotous regency romp about a dramatic, adventure seeking, bluestocking girl who finds herself at the center of a not-so-average love triangle.

 

Faith herself sighed at her own imaginings. She began to write again.

The Prince was a regal but unkind man…
“Behind!” a voice shouted the word with such an urgency that had at last caught Faith’s attention. She leapt to the side where she landed with an undignified flop in a nearby bush.

She expected at least a phaeton or carriage that could not give way to a lone walker but, no, it was nothing more than a beast of a rider racing past at a breakneck pace. A milder lady might have gasped aloud and offered a cry for help, but Faith was far too reactive for such gentle femininity. She shouted out in anger that the rider ought to watch where he was going and then she realized that she had dropped her journal in the mud, and her reticule was also thrown aside. Frantic, she reached for the bag, concerned that the neat and careful pages had received some harm. 

The rider pulled his horse to an abrupt stop, and Faith thought what a thoughtless fellow he was to pull so on the horse’s mouth when indeed he should have had control of the animal from the outset. He turned the horse back towards where she had begun to scramble from her entrapment.

“Blast and botheration,” she muttered as she attempted to free herself from the brambles along the roadside. She managed to retrieve the reticule and clutched it close. The fabric of the bag was dirty, but the manuscript inside seemed intact. She brushed the dirt from the bag.

“I do apologize,” the gentleman said with surprising sincerity for the pace at which he had blown past on the first. “I have not seen a single living creature upon this lane for three days’ past, and I little expected to come upon a lady on foot when I crested the hill.”

It was clear from his expression that he expected a good scolding. Perhaps he was accustomed to such things, what with his wayward behavior. Faith was not one to leave him wanting.

“What sort of plague about the neighborhood are you?” she asked in a huff. “Are you not aware that this is a private lane? You have no business here, sir.”

The gentleman dismounted from his steed and bent to pick up the notebook which had flung itself open in a flurry of pages.

“Don’t you dare!” she cried thinking of the rough draft contained within. “Leave that be!” All the while Faith was struggling to extricate herself from the branches. The grasping fingers entwined themselves into the many folds of her cloak and her gown. She could even feel one such branch that had dug its tendrils into what had once been an elegant twist of hair at the base of her neck.

“Allow me to assist you.” The man offered with one hand outstretched. Faith eyed the offering warily and gave one more futile attempt to disentangle herself with any semblance of grace. It could not be done. 

She swallowed the sigh that threatened to break free and accepted his hand with a muted word of thanks and a vengeful glare. She clutched her manuscript close while he reached forth with undeniable care and extricated her chignon from the tree limb that had accosted it. He snapped the twig between his fingers and worked it free of her hair. With a single heave he pulled her back to the safety of the lane so that she now stood beneath his prying gaze. She heard the fabric of the collar of her dress rip. Apparently, it had still been caught upon a branch.

“Oh blast and botheration,” she spat. 

“Are you quite alright?”

She looked up. “Yes,” she muttered uncharitably. If she had thought the horse a beast, she had yet to consider the gentleman. Faith, was slightly on the smaller side of middling height for the female sex and she was unable to gaze above his shoulder. Rather, he stood more than a full head above her. She felt dwarfed. Dark, brooding features and windswept hair that she suspected would look in disarray even after a fresh trim gave him a troubled and roguish appearance, just like she imagined Cassondra’s captain of the guard. She shook herself out of the thought. She was not Cassandra, and he certainly was not her captain. Still, she thought, a man such as this lived on the cusp of life, ever chasing the next bout of excitement, much like the hero in a novel.

“Oscar Titherington, at your service,” he offered with a sweeping bow.

Faith’s eyes grew wide at the revelation. Faith’s assumption was not far from the truth. Oscar Titherington had broken more hearts than Faith would care to count. She recognized the name and could see that he had deduced as much from her expression. She snatched at her journal in his hand, but he was too quick for her. He held the treasured possession just out of her reach and offered her what she supposed he meant to be a charming smile.
Isabella Thorne is an author of Regency and Georgian Romance. The first grown-up books she read were historical, authored by Georgette Heyer, Victoria Holt and Anna Seton. Unfortunately, for her own daughters, the beauty and hallmark of Regency Romance, witty dialogue and the manners of the time, have been overshadowed by explicit books instead of true Regency Romance. Regency Romance includes a more formal language, longer sentences and ballrooms instead of bedrooms.

 

With a return to romance, Isabella Thorne hopes you will enjoy her light fun books. You can share them with your daughters with the guarantee that although there is romance aplenty, and a bit of sexual tension and a kiss, there is nothing explicit in her books. They are clean and wholesome reads with lots of humor and upbeat “fun poking” at the English mannerisms of the time.

 

 

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Book Tour/Giveaway

Title: Key to Hell
Series: Hell Night Series #4
Author: Alex Grayson
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 27, 2019

Death. Destruction. Pain. A soulless void. It’s his life. It’s his reality.
Emo doesn’t feel. Anything. His soul is dark and filled with hatred. People in the small town of Malus watch him with fear, with reverence. Exactly the way he prefers it.
Guilt surrounds him, caging him in an ominous past he refuses to let go. Can’t let go. His past is responsible for the shell of the man who now exists. He doesn’t know any other way to survive.
The woman who haunts his dreams is his only salvation. He’s hurt her over and over again. He didn’t have a choice.
The key he holds on to, the one he uses to carve into his flesh, is the key to his hell. It’s his reminder of the pain he’s suffered and inflicted.
Will there be retribution? Can Emo be saved? Or is he destined to live in this dark hell he’s surrounded himself in for the rest of his life?

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Title: True Gold
Author: Michelle Pace
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 2, 2019
Publisher: Tule Publishing

Growing up in True, Alaska, the only truth I knew was that Delilah Campbell was an arrogant pain in my ass. She was also my everything, and still haunts my every waking moment. 

I don’t have a single memory that doesn’t include Lie, and I can still taste her, even though Alaska’s no longer big enough for the both of us. After our savage breakup, I fled, chasing my dream and becoming a decorated Green Beret. Ten years later, one bad jump propelled me straight from Special Forces back home, guiding rich idiots into the wilderness, where I struggle to keep them from getting themselves killed. It’s not the life I planned, but at least I’m not behind a desk somewhere. 

Then one night, my cell rings, shattering my peaceful existence.

“Connor,” I’d recognize her voice anywhere, and it’s like I’m sixteen again, crazy in love and cocky as hell after finding all those gold bars everyone’s been searching for since before we were even born.

I want to tell her to go to hell and throw my phone in the river, but it seems Delilah’s visceral grip on me is permanent.

“It’s mom. She’s missing. I need your help….”
Raised in small town Iowa, Michelle Pace is an international best-selling, multi-genre author. After studying theater and vocal music and directing and performing in numerous productions, Michelle went on to earn degrees in both liberal arts and nursing. 
Determined to avoid shoveling snow, she relocated to the Lone Star State with her husband, author L.G. Pace III. Michelle is a mother of three, and she enjoys traveling, live music, and is an enthusiastic amateur beer connoisseur. 
Still most at home while entertaining an audience, her mission is to write gripping fiction, not fairy tales.

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New Release

Title: Sorrow’s Queen
Series: Cavalieri Della Morte
Authors: Ashleigh Giannoccaro & Murphy Wallce
Genre: Romance Suspense
Release Date: June 27, 2019

Sorrow slips in quietly when no one is looking — just like I do.
It robs them of life and joy — just like me.
Sorrow is a killer in the night, murdering hearts and leaving destruction in its wake — and so am I.
I am Tristan Sorrow, I stole happiness, and now she is mine.
He came in the dead of night to steal me, to take me home. He was sent to rob me of my happiness and murder my hopes.
Creeping in slowly, he was an unexpected twist in my tale.
But he stole the wrong thing, he made me his Queen.
Tristan Sorrow stole my heart — and my life.
Every love story is written tragically in the blood of those who fell.

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New Release/Excerpt

Title: Checkmate
Series: The Rabbit River Saga #3
Author: Elyce de Reefe
Genre: PNR, Romantic Suspense
Release: June 26, 2019
Aster Ardennes has sworn vengeance. When rival Alpha, Marten, takes over her father’s pack, Aster is determined to make him pay. But when the new Alpha decides he’s going to take her as his mate, things get serious. As a rare female born to the old Alpha, Aster has always been considered something of a princess. But no one would ever call her weak. Marten may think she’s just a pawn, but strategy has always been her strong suit. And Aster can’t wait to show him the true meaning of forced mate. Everything else will just have to wait.


Jesse Wayne knows all about his reputation. He doesn’t let it bother him. After all, when you’re an outlaw, you might as well own it. Never in his life did he imagine the Princess would turn to him. But now that she’s right there, he just can’t help wondering if this could mean something more…

There’s nothing Apprentice Lore Master Dean Rolland likes more than a good mystery. He spends most of his time in his lab looking for answers. That is, if he’s not off searching through the ancient archives. But the biggest mystery these days is—where in the world is Aster Ardennes? For months, the pack has been searching for her, following the trail of breadcrumbs she’s scattered for them. But Aster herself is like a ghost. And he can tell—whatever she’s playing at—she’s up to her furry little tail in something dangerous. He just hopes they find her before someone else does. Like Marten.

Aster moved through the darkened medical facility like a ghost, careful not to brush against any of the equipment. The emergency lighting cast an eerie glow about the immaculate work stations, but provided more than enough light for her to see clearly. Someone had moved the samples. Not good. She really wanted to get her hands on one of them. If they were what she thought they were—
That fool Marten was in way over his head, and he didn’t even know it. If he was truly sharing the kind of information she suspected—with the humans—things were even worse than she’d feared. The files she’d recovered from last night’s raid on Special-T Pharmaceutical’s Albany office were enough to raise the hair on the back of her neck. Not that she was a geneticist or anything, but it looked very much like someone was working on decoding genetic markers. And those genetic markers looked disturbingly similar to those of the People. 
Her mind flashed back to that night, years ago, when she was still a student at Binghamton University. She’d been waiting for Dean to finish up his work in the lab so that they could head over to one of the campus parties. At the time, she’d been more focused on resisting the urge to smooth back that lock of silky chestnut hair that always flopped into his eyes than on what he was saying. As usual, Dean was more interested in what was visible through the lens of his microscope than in her. But Dean was excited, and his excitement was contagious. 
That night, he’d taught her how to distinguish the different strands of DNA. It was even kind of cool. Most humans had at least some pre-human DNA, including Neanderthal, Homo erectus and some others that had yet to be identified. Then Dean showed her a DNA sample of the People. His blood, naturally. There was a lot of pre-human DNA. It was distinctive—and praise the Maiden—still unidentified. Unfortunately, it looked very much like what she’d found in the files from last night’s raid on the corporate office… 
“What a fantastic story!

I love that the author made her own rules for these shifters. It brought another level of depth to the story. The main characters are well developed and I am excited to learn more about the others… I definitely recommend this book!”

– Word Forward (Moonrise)

“Today’s Topics with a Magic Twist

Elyce De Reefe touches on hard scary issues of domestic violence without making light of the issue. Even though it’s a big wolf that saves the day.”

– KindleCustomer (Moonrise)

“Wow, fantastic

Hard to believe that book #2 can be better than the first, but it is. Lots of new twists and surprises plus some hysterical parts that made me laugh out loud. Great characters, great story, and lots of interesting developments that have me dying to read the next book.” – WMH Cheryl (Wolf’s Promise)
“Great Series and an Intense Shifter Romance

The nuances. . . Wolf’s Promise, Book Two of the Rabbit River Saga, is a sexy, tantalizing, suspenseful romance that sucks you in right from the beginning and does not – I repeat, does not — let you go at the end. The characters are all so relatable, so great, that you simply don’t want to leave them.” A . Abboud (Wolf’s Promise)
Elyce de Reefe grew up in Santa Cruz, California and New York City. She likes to call herself acoastal girl, since she has spent nearly all of her time on one coast or another. She enjoys all genres of romance as long as there’s a hot, sexy hero with something to learn, a smart female lead who refuses to compromise on who she truly is, and the promise of a happily ever after. Her characters often find themselves on a journey of discovery, struggling to achieve true intimacy while solving the real-life problems thrown in their way.
To date, Elyce has written paranormal wolf shifter romance, contemporary romance, and romantic suspense. But there’s a Sci-Fi series in there waiting to come out, and possibly an epic fantasy series, as well as thoughts on a time travel story. Her ancestors were highlanders, after all.
Elyce loves hiking in nature, riding horses, watching wildlife, swimming under a blue sky, digging in the dirt, and sitting in front of a fire with a good book. She enjoys these things even more in the company of friends and family. Add wine and chocolate, and voila! It’s a beautiful life.

Oh, yes – and she has a very special place in her heart for wolves…
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Book Tour/Excerpt

Title: Under a Different Sky
Series: Hand Over My Heart Duet Book One
Author: Lindsey Iler
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: June 10, 2019

My life is a mess.

I’m walking around with a black eye. My position on the hockey team is questionable at best, and if that’s not bad enough, I think I’m falling for my dead girlfriend’s best friend.

Every day, it’s a fight to feel alive, and yet, I drink to numb the pain. Everyone is standing back, watching me fall apart.

Everyone except Hannah. No matter how many times I push, she’s there to pull me back. She refuses to let me spiral any deeper. And after one kiss—she’s impossible to ignore.

Unfortunately, it seems she and I aren’t the only thing being kept a secret.
Lindsey Iler is the author of the Our Worlds series. She’s had her feet planted in the state of Michigan since she was born and she still lives there with her husband and four kids.

When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with family and friends, listening to music, and reading.

Lindsey writes mature young adult/new adult romance. She falls in love with every character that pops into her head and is notorious for writing long chapters in her notes on her iPhone.

She finds inspiration from music and the people around her.

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