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Title: On Broken Wings
Series: The Witness Series
Author: H. D’Agostino
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 24, 2019

 

 

 
 
Free spirit. Determined. Destined for greatness. These were all words used to describe me once upon a time. I was an elite gymnast on the fast track to success. I sacrificed everything for my future, including a social life. My friends didn’t understand, boys called me frigid, but I would prove them all wrong.
 
A single date changed it all for me. One night with Nate Carter tipped my entire world tipped my entire world off its axis. Black and white turned to gray as lines were crossed and promises I’d made myself years ago were broken. He sent me into a downward spiral that only my brother could save me from. That is, until I met Evan…
 
It’s amazing how a few words can change your outlook on life. A kind gesture can make you see the beauty around you, and teach you to believe in yourself. Evan did that… he healed me and taught me to fly again.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Heather D’Agostino is an avid reader turned Bestselling Author of the Contemporary Romance Series The Broken Series, The Shattered Series, The Second Chances Series, The Cook Brothers Series, and Romantic Suspense series The Witness Series.

She attended the University of North Carolina at Charlotte where she received a Bachelor’s of Arts in Elementary Education with a minor in Mathematics.

She currently lives in Central New York with her husband, two children, two dogs, and three cats. When she’s not writing she can usually be found at the dance studio, soccer field, or one of the many other places that she plays ‘Supermom’.

 
 
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Title: Defending Roxanne
Series: GHOST Book #2
Author: PJ Fiala
Genre: Adult Military Romantic Suspense
Release Date: October 22, 2019
Cover Design: Cover Me Photography & Design

Secrets and lies have become deadly.

 

 

 

While investigating the murder of her parents, Roxanne Bowman encounters more than she ever thought she would. The secrets that both of her parents kept knock her off kilter. Finding an intruder in their home afterwards changes her life forever.
 
GHOST operative, Hawk Delany is back in the swing of things after being shot while working a case. Sent to Washington D.C. to investigate the murder of a foreign dignitary, and an American couple with ties to deadly secrets, places him in a precarious position, between the fight to help solve the murders and to keep his heart from theft by the lovely Roxanne.

 

Chapter 1

“Roxanne, it was weird, he looked like your dad’s cousin, Raymond. Do you remember Raymond? He was always a bit different and he had so much trouble dealing with people. That’s why when I saw this man following me, it completely scared the crap out of me. Then, I saw him again yesterday and I don’t know what to do.” 

Roxanne’s eyes flew open. Staring at the ceiling, her heart pounded in her chest as her mother’s words came back to her. Throwing back the covers, she sat up and turned so her feet were touching the floor. Her childhood bedroom still had the same furniture, same bookcase across from her bed, same creeks in the floor. The only things that had changed were that her mother had repainted the room to a soft gray last year and had updated the bedding to match.

“I want you to be comfortable when you come home, and you’ve outgrown the pink floral patterns. This suits you so much better,” her mother had said. Oh, how she wished she could speak to her mom now.

Sliding on her slipper socks, she walked out of her room and hesitated. This home seemed too large and ominous somehow now. Glancing down the hall to her right, her parents’ bedroom door was closed now and would be forever if it was up to her. But, only time would tell. Her brothers, Brendan and Matthew’s, bedrooms were to her left. It had been her paternal grandparents’ home before they passed, then her family’s. Now it belonged to her and her brothers.

Descending the enormous, dark mahogany staircase with its white-painted handrails, which curved to the right of the large foyer in their old Georgetown home, she turned left and entered her parents’ office. 

Her mother had remodeled this room twenty years ago, but it still suited the era of the house. Majestic mahogany pillars stood adjacent to the wall behind her father’s desk and in between those pillars were towering shelves of books. She loved playing in this room when she was a girl. Her father spent countless hours in here as his military career soared. His final position landed him at the State Department working as the Chief of Protocol, appointed by the President. It’s also the position that got him and her mother killed. 

Turning to the opposite side of the room, where her mother’s identical desk sat, she walked behind the desk and opened the left top drawer. Somewhere in here her mother had kept the key to the storage units in the basement. She needed to find a picture of Raymond. Her first order of business tomorrow morning would be to find Raymond and figure out why he had been stalking her mother and if he had anything to do with her death. The sheer level of chaos, not to mention the political uproar, that had enveloped her parents’ deaths and that of Kanan Mammodov, Prime Minister of Azerbaitani at the same time was monumental. Feeling around the papers in the drawer, she also found office supplies, staples, tape, and a ruler but she couldn’t feel the key. The moonlight that shone through the tall windows to her right was ample light for moving around the house, but didn’t offer enough light to see a small key. Yet, she enjoyed this darkness and the anonymity it offered. There had been at a minimum a handful of reporters on the street in front of the house since her parents died two weeks ago. Turning on the lights would allow them to see in better and use the zoom lenses on their cameras. Fuck that. 

Pulling the papers out of the drawer and laying them on top of the clean desk, she felt around a bit more. Nothing.

The top drawer on the right was next. Pulling the multitude of tablets and notepads from the drawer, she felt around the bottom of the drawer and found nothing. Repeating this motion for the five remaining drawers on each side, she had a mess to show for her efforts laying all around her and still no key. Standing with her hands on her hips, she looked across the room to her father’s desk, then remembered, he’d hidden things on the underside of drawers from time to time. Pulling out the top right drawer of her mother’s desk, she ran her hands underneath and smiled when she felt an envelope taped to the underside. Peeling the tape away and pulling the envelope from underneath, she smiled to herself as she removed the key and stepped over her mess to make her way to the basement. Through the foyer and into the living room, she turned right and headed to the back of the house and the kitchen.

The basement door was directly to the right of the entrance to the kitchen. Opening the door, she clicked on the light and descended to the basement. Over the years her parents had reinforced the basement and added lighting and the locked storage units, which her father had insisted upon having, since his position meant he had access to and possession of confidential information. Her mother then had insisted they have a room in the basement where family heirlooms and pictures were stored, keeping the room at a constant temperature and humidity free. 

Opening her mom’s storage room, she looked at the shelves, walking down the row until she found the storage boxes marked “Family Photos.” Her mother, ever the organizer, had them stored by year. Trying to recall the last time they’d seen Raymond, she remembered being around ten, which was twenty-nine years ago. Finding this box, and pulling it down from the shelf with both hands, she turned to take it upstairs and lay the photographs out on the dining room table.

At the top of the steps, she nudged the light switch with her right elbow and closed the door with her behind. Turning to her left, she headed into the dining room from the kitchen and set the box on top of the table. 

A noise from her parents’ office caused her to freeze. Papers softly shuffling, then nothing. Slowly reaching around her back, her heartbeat increased rapidly, and dread filled her gut as she realized she’d left her gun upstairs in her nightstand. Shit.

Softly she crept to the door of the dining room which was directly behind the huge staircase she’d come down earlier. Staying close to the wall she listened again. Inhaling, she took a slow deep breath and crept out of the room and around the staircase. 

A massive hulk emerged from the office, and she froze for only a moment before turning to run in the opposite direction. The back door was in the kitchen; if she could get there, she’d run across the lawn and to the neighbor’s home for help.

Three steps from the kitchen she was grabbed from behind, an iron band of arm around her waist and one hand over her mouth. She was pulled into the hardened chest of her attacker and barely able to move. Her left arm was trapped next to her body in the steel grip of the man who now began to drag her deeper into her home. 

Panic flooded her brain and her stomach. She struggled to get free, twisting her body as much as she could, hoping to find a weakness to exploit. She began kicking back, but her slipper socks weren’t going to do any damage to this man. A second man appeared in her peripheral vision and chuckled before saying, “Well, Hawk, looks like you found yourself a thief.”

 

Writing has been a desire my whole life. Once I found the courage to write, life changed for me in the most profound way. Bringing stories to readers that I’d enjoy reading and creating characters that are flawed, but lovable is such a joy.
 
When not writing, I’m with my family doing something fun. My husband, Gene, and I are bikers and enjoy riding to new locations, meeting new people and generally enjoying this fabulous country we live in.
 
I come from a family of veterans. My grandfather, father, brother, two sons, and one daughter-in-law are all veterans. Needless to say, I am proud to be an American and proud of the service my amazing family has given.
 

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Title: On Broken Wings
Series: The Witness Series
Author: H. D’Agostino
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 24, 2019
Cover Design: Kari March Designs
Photography: Kruse Images & Photography: Models & Boudoir
Cover Models: Matthew Hosea and Kristen Lazarus-Wood

Free spirit. Determined. Destined for greatness. These were all words used to describe me once upon a time. I was an elite gymnast on the fast track to success. I sacrificed everything for my future, including a social life. My friends didn’t understand, boys called me frigid, but I would prove them all wrong.
 
A single date changed it all for me. One night with Nate Carter tipped my entire world tipped my entire world off its axis. Black and white turned to gray as lines were crossed and promises I’d made myself years ago were broken. He sent me into a downward spiral that only my brother could save me from. That is, until I met Evan…
 
It’s amazing how a few words can change your outlook on life. A kind gesture can make you see the beauty around you, and teach you to believe in yourself. Evan did that… he healed me and taught me to fly again.

Heather D’Agostino is an avid reader turned Bestselling Author of the Contemporary Romance Series The Broken Series, The Shattered Series, The Second Chances Series, The Cook Brothers Series, and Romantic Suspense series The Witness Series.

She attended the University of North Carolina at Charlotte where she received a Bachelor’s of Arts in Elementary Education with a minor in Mathematics.

She currently lives in Central New York with her husband, two children, two dogs, and three cats. When she’s not writing she can usually be found at the dance studio, soccer field, or one of the many other places that she plays ‘Supermom’.

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Title: Making Marco
Series: Marco’s MMA Boys #7
Author: S.M. Donaldson
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: Coming Soon
Cover Design: IndieVention Designs
Photographer: RLS Photography
Model: Lance Jones

 

If you love something let it go … it’s not that easy.


 
Vance DeMarco and Elaine Storm have a history. Once full of love, passion, and pain.
 
Time has torn them apart and yet, brought them back together. This time with families, businesses, and tons of responsibilities too.
 
Their story is truly about life’s second chances. 
 
Because as the saying goes, when it comes back … it’s simply meant to be. Except nothing in love is ever simple.

 

I watched her.
For too long I simply watched her.
I loved her.
I loved her more than anything.
I lost her.
Then I found her again.
I never planned to let her go, not ever.
That’s the thing about life, though, it doesn’t always go as planned. The woman I love is still the girl I loved from high school. Our journey to be together went on for over twenty years and our life together has been full of kids and grandkids.
If this is where it ends, then it’s been one hell of a ride.
-Vance DeMarco (Marco) Making Marco

S.M. Donaldson is a born and raised Southern girl. She grew up in a small rural town on Florida’s Gulf Coast, the kind of place where everyone knows your business before you do, especially when your Daddy is a cop and your Mom works for the school system. She married one of her best friends at the age of 20 and has one son. She is a proud military wife, has always had a soft spot for a good story, and is known to have a potty mouth. At the age of 31, she decided there was no time like the present to attempt her first book. Sam’s Choice was born and she hasn’t stopped since. If you are looking for a good, steamy, Southern set romance with true Southern dialect, she’s your girl.
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Title: Covet
Series: Beautiful Sinner Series #2
Author: Elena M. Reyes
Genre: Romance Suspense/New Adult
Release Date: October 21, 2019
Cover Design: Black Widow Designs

 

I’m a sinner. A criminal.

 

The beast that will never let her go…
 
Everyone in England knows the name Casper Jameson. They know that I’m a cruel bastard with no regrets when it comes to dealing with those that cross me. They fear me; a man with no morals. Someone cold—without a weakness.
 
Until I see her…
 
She’s beautiful; a delicious temptation standing across the room from me without a care. Unaware of the danger that lurks—that this man wants to consume her.
 
I’m going to own her every sigh.
Taste her every moan.
Drown in her pleasure.

Let the bloody chase begin.

(The Beautiful Sinner Series are all interconnected standalones full of suspense and romance and an OTT alpha willing to burn the world to the ground for the woman he loves! It’s sexy and has an edge of darkness that will leave you breathless⁣)

 

I NOTICE HER the bloody second she comes into the room. There’s a shift in the air, a different kind of energy that sweeps over my over six-foot-two frame as I take in every delicate detail of her body. How she walks. How the little black dress she wears clings to each sinuous curve.
This girl commands the attention of every drunk arsehole without an ounce of effort.
From my seat, I have a view of every inch of this pub; from its entrance to the bar—to the small dancefloor off to my left where bodies grind to the beat of some chart-topping artist. The place is full to the brim, and yet, she’s all I see. All I can seem to focus on. Taking account of every minute detail while all around me people continue to slam back pint after pint.
Each swing of her hips is a call to the animal within. A taunt.
The woman she’s with stops a few tables from the one I’m occupying near the back with my men; a setup of high-top seating, and along the wall, two private booths. They greet another couple already sitting there with a small handshake, though hers is more on the distant side, the kind you give a stranger. A bit timid.
She shifts a bit—head bobbing to the music—and I follow the move, lowering my eyes to roam her small frame and liking the way her hip juts a bit to the side. Naturally coquettish, she’s small but thick where it counts. Young, but legal. A beautiful little thing with the face of an angel and a body made to worship. At no more than five-foot-three and no older than twenty-two, she’s all hips and thighs and a gorgeous face with hazel eyes and plump berry-colored lips.
Moreover, it’s that mouth that first caught my attention.
How she throws her head back laughing at what someone at the table says. How carefree she looks. How those lips stretch wide and her eyes close for a brief moment before meeting mine.
We hold each other’s stare. Not moving.
And then that mouth parts in slow motion, her tiny pink tongue peeking out to sweep across her bottom lip sealing her fate. At that moment, every single thought of retribution leaves my mind. My hunger morphing into something wickedly delicious.
I need that tight body on her knees.
I want her breasts encasing my thick cock as I slide between those plump tits.
I want her wetness running down my length, bathing me, as those hazel orbs stay on mine.
“Sir, are you alright?” someone says from beside me, but I pay them no mind. Not when my prey turns as some bloke taps her bare shoulder. I’m out of my seat and across the room before I can register the action, but there’s no ignoring the red hot ire that burns through my veins at the sight of the pompous wanker.
I want to punch the idiot. Break the hand he touched her with, but before that can happen, he catches my eyes and pales, stumbling in his haste to get away.
Then, I’m five steps from her and pause as my rage turns into an inferno of lust. My hunger renewed as the soft scent of cherry blossoms infiltrates my senses and I bite back a groan. It’s all her. The temptation and want and this lust that has me throbbing—beads of pre-come already rolling down the tip and shaft.
It’s also why I take the remaining steps and bend to place my lips next to her ear. Why I revel in the way she shivers for me. “What’s your name, love?”

Elena M. Reyes is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.


As a small child, she was always intrigued by all forms of art: whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure, but it wasn’t until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world.

She’s a short and sassy Latina with an adorable pup, a kiddo that keeps her on her toes, and a husband who claims she’ll cause him to go bald prematurely. Lol

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Title: Alec
Series: Reed Security Series
Author: Giulia Lagomarsino
Genre: Contemporary Security Romance
Release Date: September 25, 2019

 

Alec
I’ve been chasing this damn woman for three years. Our relationship is finally out in the open and I’m not letting this chance slip past me. I will make her mine, and there won’t be any room for arguments. There’s the slight problem of Craig, our other teammate. He knows what we do in the other rooms at night, or during the day, and that leaves us in a bit of a predicament. But we’ll work it out. I always get my woman, and Florrie is all mine.
 
Florrie
It took me by surprise when I fell for Alec. I hadn’t intended to ever sleep with my teammate, but then one day, he was there and so damn sexy. It was just supposed to be sex, nothing more. But he kept pushing and then one day, it was out in the open. Everyone knew and there was no way for me to stop what was happening. Except, there’s just one problem, I’ve got a secret that ensures we’ll never be together in the way he wants. Now I just have to find a way to tell him.
    
   
   
   
I’m a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, “No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book.” I didn’t think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn’t already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven’t been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.
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Title: His to Hold
Series: The Malone Brothers
Author: S.L. Sterling
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 23, 2019
Cover Design: Sarah Paige at Opium House Creatives
Mia
All work and no play was a phrase I knew all too well. But that was about to change. Getting dumped at the start of my much overdue vacation was not how I planned to spend my time off. Neither was running into someone from my past. It was the last thing I expected…. but just what I needed.
My brother’s best friend was headed home when our paths collided at the airport during a massive storm. Twenty years of chemistry crackles around us like lightning, and we give in to what’s been a long time coming. 
From stranded old friends to insatiable lovers, spending a week together at his lake house, I’m reminded what it’s like to live in the moment. When I realize I didn’t really know him at all, I can’t help but think… I might have been his to hold, but could I be his to keep? 
Bryce 
I guess there are worse things than being forced into taking a vacation. I can think of a few. But being fresh out of a bad relationship, and in the middle of a huge merger, is not the ideal time to be jetting off for two weeks. 
One week in, I decide to cut my trip short, only to end up stranded at the airport. Just my luck. Everything changes when I run into my best friend’s little sister. Twenty years later, she’s all grown up and very much available. One thing leads to another, and we find ourselves back at my place riding out the storm and reconnecting in ways I never imagined.
 
Feelings that had been delayed are finally able to take flight. The girl who held my attention all those years ago is now the woman holding my heart. I’m falling fast, but when we end up face to face in the boardroom, will our vacation romance go from pleasure to business?


S.L. Sterling was born and raised in southern Ontario. She now lives in Northern Ontario Canada and is married to her best friend and soul mate and their two dogs. 
 
An avid reader all her life, S.L. Sterling dreamt of becoming an author. She decided to give writing a try after one of her favorite authors launched a course on how to write your novel. This course gave her the push she needed to put pen to paper and her debut novel “It Was Always You” was born. 
 
When S.L. Sterling isn’t writing or plotting her next novel she can be found curled up with a cup of coffee, blanket and the newest romance novel from one of her favorite authors on her e-reader. Her favorite authors include Kendall Ryan, Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward, Lauren Blakely, Alessandra Torre and Willow Winters. 
 
In her spare time, she enjoys camping, hiking, sunny destinations, spending quality time with family and friends and of course reading.
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Title: Wilder Love
Author: Emery Rose
Genre: Contemporary Romance Standalone
Release Date: September 26, 2019
Cover Design: Najla Qamber
I was infatuated with Shane Wilder since the first time I saw him surfing. But we couldn’t be together. Not yet, anyway. I was too young and screwed up. He was too focused on chasing his dream.
So we became friends. We met on the rooftop for late-night confessions under the stars. Cruised along the Pacific Coast Highway with the wind in our hair and the sun on our faces.
I took photos of all the beautiful and ugly and interesting things, while he traveled the world in search of the perfect waves.
 
I told him I would wait for him.
I never meant to lie.
I never meant to ruin his life.
I. Destroyed. Him. 
As his star faded, mine burned bright. But as everyone knows, all that glitters is not gold.
Now I’m back after seven long years, hoping for a chance to right my wrongs and fix what I’ve broken. This time I can only hope that loving Shane Wilder will be enough to save him.

Emery Rose has been known to indulge in good red wine, strong coffee, and a healthy dose of sarcasm. She loves writing sexy alpha heroes, strong heroines, artists, beautiful souls, and flawed but redeemable characters who need to work for their HEA.
When she’s not working on her latest project, you can find her binge-watching Netflix, trotting the globe in search of sunshine, or immersed in a good book. A former New Yorker, she currently resides in London with her two fabulous daughters and one grumpy, but lovable Border Terrier.

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Title: I Am Rahab: A Novel – Part 2
Author: J.C. Miller
Genre: African American Christian Fiction
Release Date: September 26, 2019
Art by: Brittany Lewis, YUM Production
Cover by: Chanel Smith, WPD Web Presences Designs LLC

 

The streets of the South Bronx rise to meet a Louisiana bred Creole named, Rahab Auguste. With no official introductions, Rahab is instantly tossed into the chaos of her new home. Her stepfather holds a cruel vendetta against her that leads to abuse. While her mother, addicted to alcohol and holding on to the past depends on Rahab, who can’t seem to fit in amongst her peers to rescue her from her responsibilities.
A ray of hope shines through the cracks of the concrete jungle when Rahab befriends Lydia and finds escape in teenage companionship as well as freedom through the music and dance of the popular 80s culture.
I Am Rahab: A Novel – Part 2 is the coming-of-age tale of Rahab Auguste who barely escapes adolescence and emerges as a young woman full of shame, fear, and distrust.
When life screams die…Rahab turns up the music to dance!

 

 

JC Miller is a freshly anointed, faith-based literary artist. Raised by her mother in the Bronx, New York, she uses her childhood experiences to capture the soul of the ghetto. As a former student of Chicago’s, Moody Bible Institute, and a graduate of, Te’Hillah School of Urban Ministry, she produces a depiction of the pop culture era of which she grew up in and creatively intertwines it with biblically based characters and their divine accounts.
JC Miller is also the co-founder of a nonprofit called, Diamond Daughters Inc.; an organization developed to help educate and uplift women of abuse. She recently co-founded a publishing company, Jess, Mo’ Books, with her childhood friend, Monifa Reel-Spain. For more information please visit www.authorjcmiller.com
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Title: Dragon’s Hoard
Series: Dragon War Chronicles: Book 4
Author: A.G. Carothers
Genre: Urban Fantasy/PNR
Release Date: September 26, 2019
Cover Artist: AngstyG
Previously on Dragon War Chronicles, the first strike was made against their enemies, but the cost was heavy. 

Mourning their losses, Danica still must prepare for dragons that will be coming to woo her. She already knows the dragon she wants to mate to, but will she convince Kollin that she’s ready to commit?
 
Of all the dragons going to Toulouse to meet Danica and see if they have a chance only one has a completely different agenda. He knows which dragon he wants and it isn’t Danica. Will Xavier win the heart of Danica’s brother?
 
Anchin Luu, Danica’s brother and manager of her Las Vegas casino, Dragon’s Hoard, has spent his whole life alone due to his deadly nature. A broken experiment and retired assassin Anchin isn’t sure what to make of the water dragon that has invaded his life.
 
Love is in the air, but so is gunpowder. SLIPs going missing, Coyotes crashing parties, and a mating you’ll never forget are all in store for you on the next exciting installment of Dragon War Chronicles.
 
Attention: This book contains explicit sexual content between consenting dragons.
 
Dragon War Chronicles is a continuous series. It is best read in order.
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Dragon’s Hoard

Danica immediately went for the naan fromage. “Are there any foods you don’t like?”

Kollin picked up a samosa and put it on his plate. He blew on his fingers and shook them.

Danica snickered. “Careful it’s hot.” 

Kollin narrowed his eyes in mock annoyance. “As a matter of fact, there are some things I don’t like.”

Danica swallowed her mouthful. “What kinds of things?”

Kollin cut open the samosa with a knife and fork. Danica watched him with amusement and wondered what he’d think when she ate her food with her hands just like most people she knew from India.

“I don’t like pickles.” Kollin scrunched his nose in an adorable fashion. “They’re slimy and gross, in my opinion.”

Danica nodded her head as she chewed. “I guess I can see that. I like them, but I can see how they could be wrong texturally.”

Kollin speared a piece of samosa on his fork and dipped it in the tamarind chutney and blew on it again. “I don’t like butter either.” He popped the piece in his mouth and chewed with a slight moan. They were fantastic, but that didn’t distract Danica from his confession.

“Butter? Seriously? How do you not like butter?” Danica looked at him in horror with more naan halfway to her mouth.

Kollin chewed slowly with his eyes closed, completely ignoring her. Danica studied him and put her hand down. His face was gorgeous in its bliss, but she was impatient and wanted to know more about this. He swallowed and opened his eyes.

“I just don’t like it on things like toast or pancakes or sandwiches. I’m okay with it baked in things, but I just don’t like the flavor.” He shrugged and took another bite.

Danica’s eyes widened. “Oh. My. Ancestors, Kollin! What about popcorn?”

Kollin’s face screwed up in disgust. “That’s disgusting, Danica. How can you defile popcorn with butter?” His tone was completely serious. “Toffee or caramel or cheese or just that plain spray-on sugary stuff. Or chocolate.” He nodded thoughtfully and then pegged her with a stare. “But never ever, don’t even get near me with that stuff…butter.” Kollin shuddered dramatically. 

Danica’s mouth hung open, and she closed it with a harrumph. “Well, that just means more for me then.” She huffed at him and picked up a pakora. “Are there any other oddities I should know about regarding food?”

Kollin smiled around his mouthful of idlis and then swallowed. “Bananas.”

She reached over to pick up one of the spicy fried prawns she loved and shrugged. “Texture?”

“Yeah. You have to remember I didn’t grow up with them nor did I have them for the first hundred years of my life, so they’re more foreign to me than other things.”

Danica nodded in understanding and continued to eat the pile of prawns down. She offered one to Kollin who nearly choked on it, and Danica had to have some milk brought over. “We should add, can’t take really spicy things to the list.”

Kollin drained the glass and took a breath. “I like spice, but those are very hot.” Santosh brought him another glass of milk, and Danica smiled while she popped another one in her mouth.

“What can I say? I like hot things.” She winked at him, and he burst out in laughter.
A. G. Carothers is actually a dragon very cleverly disguised as a human. They are a non-binary author of LGBTQIA Romance and Urban Fantasy, who enjoys writing original and entertaining stories. They are very excited to share the worlds they’ve created with you.
 
A.G. currently lives in Tennessee with their platonic life partner, who is not a dragon. They yearn to live back in Europe and will some day. In their spare time they are addicted to losing themselves in the lovely worlds created by other authors
 
A.G. is committed to writing the stories they see in their head without restrictions. Love is blind and doesn’t see gender, race, or sexuality.
 
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