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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.

“Hannah Barnes, are you jealous?” A part of me, the tiniest segment of my brain, hopes she is. That isn’t something I’m ready to unload or try to begin to understand, though. She’s Mia’s best friend, but it’s hard to ignore the smile she seems to always sport when I’m around.
“Not even the slightest.” She gazes around the room. “I just feel sorry for girls who feel the need to be so obvious.”
“Unlike you, right?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean. You think you go unnoticed, only coming up for attention when you want it. In reality, you just walking into a room makes some of these guys pant like– what was it? — dogs in heat?” I laugh, leaning back in my chair to get comfortable.
Everything I’ve just said is true. Hannah doesn’t date. At least not openly. She’s definitely not a virgin. When we were sophomores, a senior made sure of that, too happy to announce he hooked up with Coach’s daughter. One thing though about Hannah is that she doesn’t realize how much power she has in her tiny little body. Even the strongest willed person would crack under one of her knowing glances.
“What’s your point?” She shrugs, unmoved by my words.
“It was meant as a compliment, if you didn’t catch that.”
“No, I caught it, Nick. You think I’m pretty.” Her smirk grows slow, like a sunrise. “What I don’t understand is why you’re saying it.”
I laugh uncomfortably under her watch. “That makes two of us.”

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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Titles: Tempt the Beauty & Tempt the Wolf
Series: Fairy Tale Billionaire Romance
Author: Alexandra Banks
Genre: Short Contemporary Romance
(can be standalone)
Cover Design: Mayhem Cover Creations
It was love at first hump—for my dog. 

Rosey
The little guy went at his leg like Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome was God’s gift to womankind. Me, not so convinced. Except, Mr. Sexy Surprise promised he could make me scream “oh God.” It was my birthday, so…why not? One fake engagement later, I’ll tell you why not. 

Wade
Some people call me arrogant—cocky. I call me determined. I get what I want and I want Rosey. For me, it was love at first sight. She may think she can’t have it all. But, I’m here to convince her we can. 
Spoiler: This book is full of laugh out loud goodness, steamy love, and two people who are meant to be. This book is approximately 30,000 words. One to two hours of super-duper, steamy hot, sweet reading pleasure. That’s right, it’s quick. Because sometimes, quickies are best
The Wolfe. Motocross racing legend. The ultimate bad boy. My mind says run, but my body says stay…and I can’t say no.

I have three ironclad rules in my life – no motorcycles, no racing, and especially no motoracing – and the Wolfe is about to make me to break all three.

All my life I’ve avoided bad boys and motorcycles. Now, I have a choice – lose my job or work with the Wolfe. Call me crazy, but I don’t want to lose my job. So, here I am, in a whole lot of trouble. Because, ironclad rules or not, I’m falling for the kind of man I swore I never would.

Spoiler: This book is full of sweet, virgin goodness. A heroine video game designer with a penchant for nintendo puns and a motoracing hero who will do anything to win her heart. Jump into this Little Red Riding Hood remake where the wolf is a sweet virgin bad boy determined to have his way.
This book is approximately 30,000 words. Two hours of super-duper, steamy hot, sweet reading pleasure. That’s right, it’s quick. Because sometimes, quickies are best!

“You think you can make me call out ‘oh god’?” she asks. She shakes her head and tsks. The tsks send little shots down my length and it strains in response. He’s ready.
I have never, ever joked about sex with a stranger, but it feels right. She’s still quirking an expectant brow at me.
I point to myself. “God complex—I’m omniscient, remember? I know I can make you scream ‘oh god’ while you cum.”
She blushes, and I imagine just that. Her pink sex, my mouth licking at her sassy pussy her screaming “oh god” while I drink her down.
Then she starts to giggle, although she’s trying hard to hold back. She points down. I feel something on my leg. I don’t want to look, but I do. She’s laughing out loud now.
My jaw drops. Her ever-loving horny hellion of a dog is clamped to my leg like I’m the jelly to its donut—humping harder than I’ve ever seen anything hump before.
“Off,” I say. The dog’s bug eyes stare up at me, its tongue rolls out of its mouth. I shake my leg to dislodge it.
“Don’t shake,” she laughs. “He likes that. He’ll just hump harder.”
Too late. Her dog is going warp speed on my leg. His little claws are digging into my calf and his eyes have a glazed look of ecstasy. This is more action than I’ve had in a long time.
“Should I be worried?” I ask.
“No, he’ll stop.” Her eyes are big and full of laughter. “Eventually.”
Her dog has started gumming my pant leg like it’s red jello day in the geriatric ward. He’s making little doggie grunting sounds while he gums and humps.
“Well, at least someone liked what I had to say.”
She lets out a full belly laugh and rolls to the ground. I snort and drop next to her. Somehow, the little hellion is still going at it.
I lie next to her on the grass and we look up at the blue sky. I move my shoulder so that it touches hers.

“How much longer?” I ask. “Oh, two or three minutes,” she muses. “Once, he went for fifteen, but that was on a really fuzzy teddy bear.” Suddenly, I wish that I were a really fuzzy teddy bear, because then she’d have to stay here next to me for another fifteen minutes.
Alexandra Banks is the pen name of two feisty friends who love to hang out and dream up steamy love stories. After graduate degrees, global managerial positions and the nine to five grind, they decided it was more fun to bring joy to the world through happily ever afters. They deliver smart, strong heroines, and heroes who love them. You’ll get that romance read afterglow…every single time. Better yet, their books are short and sweet – because let’s be honest, sometimes quickies are best. They love their families, their golden retrievers, and bingeing on ice cream. If you want happiness, sweet fun, and steamy romance then Alexandra Banks is for you!

 
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Title: Numb
Author: Melissa Townsend
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 14, 2019
Kenzie Adamson wasn’t always this way. There was a time when she was happy—she’d smile and laugh. She once kept in touch with her friends and cared about their well-being. Hell, she once cared about her own well-being.

Now, Kenzie is different. She’s going through the motions every day, not caring about herself or anyone else. She’s being the only thing she can be right now—numb. 

Sean Despain wasn’t always this way. There was a time when he was patient and well-mannered. He used to pride himself on being compassionate and sympathetic. He was the glue that held his family together. 

Now, Sean is different. He’s short-tempered and callous. He drinks too much and spends his nights in a state of alcohol induced numbness. 

Three years ago, their lives changed drastically. 

Now, they’re each other’s only hope to find themselves again.

From a rural community in southern Oklahoma, Melissa Townsend is a married dental assistant with two children; and on the surface, the picture of today’s ordinary working wife and mother from Smalltown, U.S.A.

As a busy mom, she initially found her escape in reading. It is just in the past few years that she’s found her passion and enjoyment of telling her own stories. Having never travelled or experienced much beyond the realm of country-living, Melissa finds herself taking journeys through an array of genres and different writing styles. Don’t let her quiet, small town, ordinary demeanor mislead you. Sit with her for very long and you will quickly discover her wit, dry sense of humor, and unique perception of the world around her. It’s these characteristics spieled out into her stories that define her writing style and will keep you wanting more.
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New Release

Title: Just As I Am
Series: Unfailing Love Book One
Author: Mandi Blake
Genre: Sweet Romance
Release Date: May 17, 2019

Adeline Rhodes has spent years locked away in a New Orleans apartment controlled by her criminal boyfriend. After a daring escape, she realizes just how far she has grown from the things in which she once believed.


Declan King has lived a life of solitude and duty for the U.S. Army. When the deaths of his grandparents bring him home to his family farm, he is forced into contact with people who know too much about his past to simply leave him alone. 
When Adeline’s past catches up to her, the two strangers find themselves thrust into a fake relationship to protect Adeline from her vengeful ex. As their chance meeting begins a journey that heals old wounds, they struggle to stay ahead of the danger and deny their growing attraction to each other. 
Declan will do anything to protect her, and failure isn’t an option when Adeline’s life is on the line.

Mandi Blake was born and raised in Alabama where she lives with her husband and daughter, but her southern heart loves to travel. Reading has been her favorite hobby for as long as she can remember, but writing is her passion. She loves a good happily ever after in her sweet Christian romance books and loves to see her characters’ relationships grow closer to God and each other. 
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Title: True Gold
Author: Michelle Pace
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 2, 2019
Cover Design: Michelle Preast

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….”
As if on cue, the knee pain comes, and more scotch vanishes from my glass. I’ve just wrapped up a ten-day hunting trip with some skinny-jean-wearing assholes from Portland, who drove me to drink more than my bum knee does. I tolerated their cloying cigar smoke, not to mention their juvenile questions about how Eskimo pussy stood up against the “garden variety.” Their shoddy attempts at hunter safety were another matter, and after three days, I’d been ready to ditch them like the Donner party and let Mother Nature sort it out. Somehow, I mustered up the discipline not to smother them all in their sleep, and they left grinning behind their handlebar mustaches and already planning another trip back to the last frontier.

I shake my head with a soul-rattling sigh. Suppressing the urge to shoot people who were a danger to themselves and everyone around them is taxing, but better than a nine to five in some factory. I earn a hefty paycheck keeping idiots alive so they can brag to their fellow craft-beer-guzzling hipsters how they’ve “conquered” Alaska. Lucky for them, I’m compensated very, very well.

My phone rings, and the interruption pisses me off. I need time off like other people need sleep. I haven’t broken a barstool over anyone’s head lately and I’d kind of like to keep it that way.
After every hunt, I religiously schedule myself seven days of blissful solitude. Just me, a fridge full of beer, and my nightly date with Pornhub. Resolute about preserving my downtime, I let the call go to voicemail.

My ringtone starts up again, and I roll my eyes. Glutton for punishment that I am, I look at the screen.

An unfamiliar area code. A number I don’t recognize.

An inexplicable chill runs through me, and I try to shake it off, but my gut tells me to answer, and my gut is never wrong.

I swipe the screen hurriedly, ready to chew someone’s ass.

“Who is this and how did you get this number?”

A pause follows, and I hear her inhale. The intake of air against her vocal cords gives her identity away, and I go numb as I realize who’s on the other end of the line.

“Connor?” My name from Lilah’s lips wakes my slumbering temper, along with my dormant libido. Ages have passed since I heard her smoky voice, but I’d recognize it anywhere. My heart lurches and my knuckles crack as my hand clenches into a painful fist.

Delilah Fucking Campbell.

Fucking isn’t actually her middle name, but it should be.

“Hello?” She sounds nervous, which is as rare as the birth of a white buffalo. Lilah’s the cockiest person I’ve ever met, and after my time in Special Ops, that’s saying something. My pulse thunders in my ears when I remember the way she strutted into every room like she owned the place. I realize I’m on my feet and pacing, and I blush. A simple greeting from her has me at the ready. Just like the old malamute resting beside my chair, I’m a well-trained dog responding obediently to her dinner bell.

Delilah had been my first friend. My first kiss. My first time. Vivid flashbacks of that particular night cause cracks in my icy reserve. Lilah’s the only girl I’ve ever loved, and our disastrous breakup whipped my ass ten times worse than my piece of shit father ever had.

I hear Lilah release a frustrated breath through the tiny speaker in my phone, and I swear I can taste her as if we’ve just kissed. My temples throb in time with my pounding heart. “Connor? Are you there?”

“I’m listening.” I fight to sound cool and detached. She has a lot of nerve calling me, but then she’s always had balls of steel.

“It’s Lilah.” Her unnecessary introduction makes me twice as furious.

“No shit.” I’m tempted to hang up on her then and there. So much for keeping my cool. I hear her sigh, and flashes of her inundate me. The candy she always snuck into the movies, and how it tasted on her tongue as we made out in the back row. The way the guys in school gathered to watch her stretch at cross-country practice like frat boys at a strip club. How they thought she was playing hard to get, when she was just balls to the wall, so good at the things she deemed worth doing that she didn’t get how average people could live with their mediocrity.

All this comes rushing back with stinging clarity. Once upon a time, Delilah was my everything. We used to be inseparable, a package deal…Lie and me against the world. I knew her better than I knew myself back then. Or at least I thought I did.

“I need your help.” This isn’t a request, and her audacity makes me laugh. After all the blood shed between us, she thinks she can just appear out of the blue and I’ll do her bidding. If she’s going to rip open this scab, I’m going to make it hurt.

“With what? That pretty boy you married needs another trophy?”

Score one for me.

I lean back in my chair and wait for her to tell me to kiss her ass.

The silence on the other end makes me wonder if she hung up. I pull the phone from my ear to look at the screen when she speaks again.

“I’m not calling to talk about Josh.”

“Why the fuck are you calling me?” I snarl into the phone, sitting forward so suddenly that Runt flinches in surprise.

“You haven’t heard…” Lilah’s desperation is palpable and it brings a smile to my lips.

“Spit it out, Delilah. It’s late and I have shit to do.” Her name tastes sweet and the thought makes me want to punch myself in the face.

“I would if you’d shut up for five seconds!” Her confrontational tone causes a familiar stirring below the belt. Ignoring my dick, I take a pull from my glass to stall as I decide on a reply.

She sniffles, and my stomach plummets. I’ve been so caught up in my rage that I’d missed the grief woven in her voice. She sounds shaken, un-Lilah-like. “It’s Mom. She’s…missing.”

I choke on the liquid I’m swallowing and cough to clear it. Lilah’s mom, LuAnn, is my godmother, though Lu doesn’t put much stock in God. She and my mom had been lifelong friends. They used to put Lilah and me in the bathtub together as babies, that’s how far back this incestuous shit of ours goes. LuAnn is a living reminder of my mom, who passed three years ago, and she’s also the only Campbell who’ll still have anything to do with me.

“Wait. What? What happened?” Sympathy leaks out before I can contain it. To say that I’m conflicted is putting it mildly. I don’t want to be kind to Lilah. The idea is so distasteful it makes my stomach churn. I want her to suffer, like she’s made me suffer. I want her to ache. Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I can still feel my hand around her throat.

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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Title: Rubby Jam: A Novel of Love and Addiction
Author: Daniel Sadikov
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 12, 2019


When the life of his beloved girlfriend is in danger, he will do anything to save her.
Eric, a handsome young man, falls for Estie, a gorgeous, free-spirited stripper who likes living on the edge. Her uninhibited world, so different from his, intrigues him, and he is curious to find out more.
At the beginning their relationship is electrifying, but over time, Eric is drawn deeper into Estie’s edgy world and decides not only to observe but to also take part. He dabbles in drugs, but addiction was not part of his plan.
When they discover that Estie’s health is in danger, Eric takes a huge risk to save her life and gets involved in a crime that might cost them their freedom.

Daniel Sadikov spent his recent years surfing around the world while working odd jobs to support himself and enable those trips.

When he writes, he discovers things about himself, and when he reads, he discovers things about life. He hopes his readers will find their inner truth between the lines of what he has written.
Today, Sadikov lives in Tel Aviv with his wife and their cat, who just loves squatting on the keyboard just as the muses strike Daniel with inspiration.
Follow Daniel on Instagram @danielsadikov or Facebook.
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Title: One Percent of You
Author: Michelle Gross
Genre: Slow Burn Romance
Release Date: May 5, 2019
Cover Design: Mayhem Cover Creations!
Make no mistakes about it. I know what I look like to others. Young, government-aided, pregnant mom. They see Lucy on my hip, and they see a mistake. I mean, why else would someone have a child so young, right? They couldn’t be more wrong. I’m too busy most days between parenting, work, and finishing up my last year of nursing school to let their judging gaze tear me down until he moves in the vacant house next to the apartments I live in.

His cold, blunt observation of us doesn’t differ from any other stranger. He doesn’t know me, but he’s already painting a picture of who he thinks I am in his mind. He judges my very round belly, Lucy’s inability to leave him alone, the bags under my eyes, and the fact that I can care less what I look like anymore.

 

 
He’s a rude guy. Stays that way for months too. Then something happens, I’m not even sure what. Judgmental Guy decides Lucy and me—as well as baby Eli, are worth his friendship.
 
Turns out, Judgmental Guy isn’t too mean—okay, he kind of still is. But he graduates to Elijah. I build an unlikely friendship with him which deems it necessary for him to start smiling around me and my kids.
 
I’m wrong again. Elijah isn’t rude. He’s terrifying. His strange acts of kindness are unraveling me. Elijah is only my friend.
 
Right?
 
Oh, fudge. I think I’m wrong.

Again.

There was only one bag left, and it was partially hidden by all the Lay’s chips next to it. I nodded and smiled as if to say, “It’s all good” when two little hands shot up and snatched the bag before I could.

“Whoa,” I said, staring down at the blonde pigtails.

She slowly turned, peered up, and arched her brow at me curiously. “Are you talking to me?” The kid couldn’t be more than three and there she was completely alone and stealing my damn Funyuns!

“How about you give me those Funyuns?” I asked nicely.

She stared down at the chips in her tiny grip—those were mine—then looked back up. “No. Get your own.” She turned to walk off.

“Where’re your parents? Little shits shouldn’t be all alone even if they’re becoming lil’ thieves at such a young age.”

She scowled, her tiny nose wrinkling up. “She’s right where I left her.” She pointed to a blonde head leaned over one of the freezer sections. The little girl was inspecting me when I glanced back down at her. I saw the way her eyes rolled over my arms before she frowned. “My papaw always tells my mom that tattoos are ugly on women.”

“Oh?” I tilted my head. “Your papaw sounds ugly.”

Her mouth fell open. “You have demons on your arms ’cause you’re one.”

I jumped and hissed. She startled, dropped the Funyuns, and ran screaming to her mom. I bent down, picked up my chips, and chuckled as I walked over to the next aisle and grabbed a pizza—something I could at least heat up easily—then went to the checkout where ugly grandpa’s evil thief helped her mom unload their shopping cart items.

Lil’ Thief gazed up, eyes widening then hardening as tough as one could look at her age. She saw the bag of chips in my hand and tapped her Mom’s side “Mom, mom,” she started.

“What is it, Lucy?” Her mother asked as she grabbed her purse and wheeled the cart forward as the cashier rung up her items. I took in the greasy blonde hair tucked into a messy bun. It probably had been a day or two since she shampooed it. From her chipped nails to her pale, tired face without makeup it was obvious she didn’t give two shits about her appearance. The longer I watched her, the more she irked me. I exhaled loudly as I imagined her living off the government. In a matter of minutes, she’d slide an EBT card through the slot to pay for her items.

Guilt washed over me. My ma had been in this shape while raising me, and most of the food on our table before she met Hank came from food stamps, yet I saw more people abuse the system, so my disdain was real every time I saw people like this one in a store.

No one was like Ma. She was her own breed, and she’d hang me for my petty thoughts, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“That demon worshipper stole my chips.”

Fucking hell. I went from the dude with demons on my arm to demon worshipper real quick. I’d hate to see what this child would have to say about my shops—creepy, demon portraits everywhere. The horror!

The mother’s head snapped up from her purse at her child’s voice. She peered around to where her daughter pointed—at me—before turning a pitiful shade of red. Her eyes were the brightest shade of blue I’d ever seen, or maybe it was because she was so pale and sickly looking. She blushed so hard it made her extremely noticeable.

“Lucy, that’s not nice! Why would you say that?” She wiped her face and tried hard not to stare at me as she spoke to her daughter.

“He stole my Funyuns!” Her daughter’s face was red too. Quite the match, the two of them.

The mom raised up, face squinted in pain as she placed her palm on her back, and that was when I noticed—holy, why hadn’t I noticed before? The woman was very pregnant. Just what society needed—another little terror running wild. She gestured toward the small chip bags beside me. “Grab a bag so I can pay. And apologize for saying that.”

The little girl scooted around the shopping cart and snatched a small bag of Funyuns before turning around to me. “Sorry.” She stuck out her tongue as she glared up at me from a perfect angle where her mom couldn’t see it. Sneaky.

“You should really get a hold on that,” I couldn’t point at the kid with my hands so full, but I jerked my head toward it so that she would understand I was talking about her kid.

“That?” The mom’s eyebrows went up a notch. She forgot the part where she was trying not to make eye contact with me as she frowned.

“Your kid,” I muttered.

“Right, kid,” she told me. “Not that.” She glanced down at her daughter. “Come on, Lucy. Step away from the bad man.”

I scoffed. “I guess that’s better than demon worshipper.”

She straightened up and glared at me. “Would you prefer it if we called you the devil?”

“Suits me.” Kids had no hope of not being little shits when their parents raised them to be just as uptight. I bet she’d love to hear the name of my shops as well.

She scowled and turned around to pay. It surprised me when I saw a debit card slide through the machine. So she had a man she lived off? Popping out babies just to keep him? You’d think she’d at least take better care of herself. “What?” she muttered when I was still staring at her.

I shrugged, unbothered. She closed up her purse, hollered for her kid again before waddling out the damn door.

Good riddance!

I dropped my stuff, slowly covering my eyes with my hands. What just happened finally sunk into my thick skull. I stole a kid’s chips. There was no end to my assholery.

It was a five-minute drive from the grocery store to my new house. The one thing I hated about the place I bought was that it was right next to the projects. I would likely hear all kinds of shit I didn’t want to, but I got a great deal and the house was amazing. Or at least Ma thought so, she was the one that decided for me. I would live in it and pay for it but it didn’t matter what I thought. Apparently, anyway.

I really needed to stop letting her boss me around. 

I could almost hear her saying that she’d stop after I found someone else to do it as I pulled into the driveway. Grabbing my grocery bags, I exited the truck. Before I could lock up, I heard a noise from the apartment lot next door.

“Lucy, I’m gonna need your help with these.”

Who knew why I walked around my truck to see when I’d recognized the familiar voice. The woman from the store was helping Lil’ Thief out of a car seat. The moment the kid’s feet hit the concrete, it was like her demon detector turned on. Her eyes darted around before landing on me.

One scrawny arm raised and pointed. “Demon worshipper!”

Ah, fuck.
Michelle is from a small town in Eastern Kentucky where opossums try to blend in with the cats on the porch and bears are likely to chase your pets—this is very true, it happened with her sister’s dog. Despite the extra needed protection for your pets, she loves the mountains she calls home. She has a man and twin girls who are the light of her life and the reason she’s slightly crazy.
As a kid, she was that cousin, that friend, that sister and daughter, the talker who could spin a tale and make-believe into any little thing so it was no surprise when she found love in reading, and figured all these characters inside her head needed an outlet. They wanted to be heard, so she wrote.
The voices keep growing faster than she gets the time to write. 
The stories are never going to end. That’s perfectly okay, though. We never want to stop an adventure. 
She writes and loves many different genres so sign up to her mailing list to keep updated on her releases!
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