***BOOK BLITZ*** Excerpt + Author Interview :The Perimeter By Shalini Boland


The Perimeter by Shalini Boland  (Outside #3)
Publication date: November 18th 2013
Genres: Dystopia, Young Adult


The Perimeter Blurb:

In this fractured world, a sinister force is coming for Riley, and the only things keeping her safe are a perimeter fence and the people she loves. As her life is threatened, she must make impossible choices. But help comes from the most unlikely of places, and all Riley needs to know is: who can she really trust?

Meanwhile, a repentant killer searches for peace and salvation, but what he gets is the exact opposite. Now he’ll have to make the hardest decision of his life.

The Perimeter is a darkly captivating dystopian tale of adventure, danger, love and redemption that will have you on the edge of your seat and up at night turning the pages to find out what happens next . . .

Outside Series blurb

Set in the near future, these three heart-stopping novels follow Riley as she overcomes the murder of her younger sister by tracking down the killer across a post-apocalyptic Britain. At the same time, she is forced to take on the might of a twisted regime intent on conquering the nation. The series is packed with action, suspense, drama and dystopian adventure.

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Excerpt :

‘Have you done things you’re ashamed of, Jamie?’

An image of the dead girl flashed into Jamie’s mind. Shiny beads of blood and glass.

‘I can help you come to terms with those things. I can give you peace.

Absolution. Are you tired, Jamie? Are you sick of the road and the hostility of your fellow man? Do you crave a warm bed and a clear purpose?’

Jamie wanted to tune out Mr Carter’s voice, but the soft seductive words crept into his brain like a virus. Part of Jamie knew that this man was skilled in the art of telling people what they longed to hear. That he wasn’t doing anything out of the goodness of his heart. That he had an ulterior motive for approaching him. But the other part of Jamie was tired. Bone-weary in fact, and this Mr Carter bloke knew it. Knew how to press his buttons and get him to do what he wanted.

Author Interview :

What can you tell us about The Outside Series?

Set in the near future, these three novels follow Riley as she overcomes the murder of her younger sister by tracking down the killer across a post-apocalyptic Britain. At the same time, she is forced to take on the might of a twisted regime intent on conquering the nation.

The story is full of action and adventure with a smattering of angsty romance. Books two and three become more darkly dystopian.

How do you develop your characters?

My characters grow as I write them. I always think of their upbringing and their circumstances and what bearing this will have on their actions. I try to put myself in their position – How would they really react in a particular situation?

I often back my characters into impossible situations or give them difficult dilemmas to deal with, that even I don’t know how to deal with. I hope this makes the story more unpredictable and the drama more realistic.

The naming process is very important to me. If a character has a good name, they can come alive. Sometimes, a minor character with a great name will try to take over and carve out a bigger role. I usually let them!

Who is your ideal reader?

Someone who likes the ‘what if …’ scenario: What if you were living your life and it took an unexpected twist?

My books are aimed at young adults, but I write the kinds of books that I would like to read myself – post-apocalyptic adventure and urban fantasy with a twist of horror and a dusting of romance. My current readers are aged anywhere from thirteen to seventy.

What was your journey as a writer?

I used to be a singer songwriter, signed to Universal Music. But it’s not a lifestyle that goes well with having a family and I found myself resenting the time spent away from my kids. I wasn’t successful enough to have nannies and entourages!

One day, I had an idea for a great ending to a story and I started scribbling my first novel. Writing fiction gave me the new creative outlet I needed. Plus, I can write from home and set my own timetable. I love it!

What is your writing process?

I don’t have a set-in-stone process. I usually have a rough plan and work my way steadily through the chapters, editing as I go.

What authors most inspire you?

Authors who can weave multiple plot lines with ease, whose characters evoke strong emotions and who can keep you guessing till the end. I’m in awe of Carlos Ruis Zafon, Laini Taylor, Stephenie Meyer, Suzanne Collins and Paullina Simons.

What books, written by someone else, do you wish you’d written yourself?

Life of Pi by Yann Martel, The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins or Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor.

About The Author :

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Shalini lives in Dorset, England with her husband and two noisy boys. Before children, she was signed to Universal Music as a singer songwriter. Now, writing novels has hijacked her life and she is usually to be found with a laptop welded to her fingers and the house in a permanent state of neglect.

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***Book Blitz*** Lights of Aurora By Theresa McClinton



Lights of Aurora by Theresa McClinton
(The Stone Legacy #2)
Publication date: November 1st 2013
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Young Adult


After the discovery of her ancient Maya bloodlines, eighteen-year-old Ashley Coreandero is faced with a daunting responsibility. She must protect the stone of Muuk’Ich while Sarian, the underworld general, relentlessly drives her to the brink of insanity.

As the winter solstice approaches, it brings an onslaught of unexpected side effects. Ashley must seize control over her supercharged powers, while dealing with the overwhelming suspicion that her boyfriend, Arwan, is hiding a secret so dark it could destroy them both.

With the arrival of a surprise houseguest, Ashley’s deepest fears about Arwan are confirmed. And when middleworld deities intercede, the group of gifted Maya descendants are confronted with hardships they never saw coming—including an enemy more deadly than they have ever faced.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned—but when that woman has no soul and a taste for revenge, they will need the powers of every surviving ancestor simply to stay alive.


Excerpt :

Ashley descended the spiral staircase in the main wing. It was early, and they needed to find out more about the salvaged pages of the book. Thankfully, Renato was an early riser and had already begun his day in his study.

She paused in the entrance, expecting to see her mother as well. But Renato sat alone at his desk with nobody else in the room.

She sort of hoped her mom would be there so they could talk about the night before. It was unfortunate what she had been through, but Ashley’s life hadn’t been peaches and cream either. Everything she knew about herself and the world changed the night Renato brought her to their home, and she wouldn’t throw that away for anything.

Renato lifted his head as she approached his desk. He studied her, one brow arched, and leaned back in his chair. “May I ask the occasion?”

Ashley glanced down at the leather pants that hugged her curves all the way to her ankles. The boots she found fit her decently enough, but they were heavy, and the shirt was more revealing than she was used to. The clingy material stretched over her arms and hooked around her thumbs, and the scoop neck showed off her cleavage. “No occasion.”

He laced his fingers and rested his hands on his desk. “You look exactly like your mother in her old training gear.”

“It was in my closet.”

“It is good to see the gear in use. It will serve you well.”

“First I have to find Drina, and ask her to look at the pages of the book. We need to know exactly what they say. Exactly.”

Renato tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “Is there something on your mind?”

She crossed her arms. “I just can’t help but wonder why nobody told me the truth about what’s really going on here.”

“We have been truthful with you, Ashley. As truthful as we could be.”

“Oh, don’t give me that crap. You knew about Arwan all along. You knew, and you didn’t tell me.” She pointed at him. “That is not being truthful.” She turned and walked toward the exit of the study.

“You shouldn’t try to find Drina’s home, Ashley.”

“Why not?” She continued moving toward the door.

“Because you don’t know where she lives, and you may get lost in the jungle.”

“My stone will guide me.” She paused, and glanced over her shoulder. “Or did you forget I’m still the guardian?”

Renato stood and straightened his jacket. “I understand you are angry, but I am trying to reason with Joy. She has been through more than you can imagine, and you can’t blame her for having some trouble adjusting.”

She spun around to face him, anger surging through her. “That’s fine. She can take all the time she needs to adjust. But I have to do what I am meant to do—what you dragged me here for.”

His shoulders dropped, as did his gaze.

She bit her lip. Being pissed at Renato sucked. He didn’t deserve her shitty attitude, but she was sick and tired of being sick and tired, and anger was the only other emotion she could grasp onto. But they would have to work together if they wanted to make any progress. She drew in a deep breath and adjusted her tone. “Contessa is up to something with the book, and I need to figure out what it is.”

He nodded. “Agreed. But please take someone with you, just so I know you are safe.”

“Safe?” How could he continue to treat her like a child? After almost being killed by some cave demon, battling incubi, traveling through time, winning back the stone, and then venturing to the depths of the underworld, apparently she still hadn’t proven herself. Maybe it was time to remind him exactly what she was capable of.

Ashley stepped forward and cued the light in her chest. Her muscles tensed as the tips of her fingertips burned while an energy ball formed in her hand. She pushed harder, sending electrical currents over her skin, and causing the energy ball to roll and spark in her palm. Her breathing steadied and she widened her stance, focused on building winds to create a storm in the office. “I’m pretty sure I can take care of myself,” she shouted over the roar of the cyclone. Her hair flew around her face while Renato’s tie danced across his chest. Still, he kept his gaze steady.

She dimmed her light and let the storm die out. Loose papers glided to the floor.

“Was that entirely necessary?” He glanced around his office.

“Yeah, well at least you know now that I can take care of myself.” She lowered her hands and took a normal stance. “And with this solstice thing around the corner, my powers have gotten stronger.”

“Ah.” He smoothed down his hair and tie. “Your mother and I were just speaking about our travel plans.”

“Where are you going?”

“We. Where are we going?” He rounded his desk, stepping over loose papers on the way. A tinge of guilt streaked through her for making such a mess. “The solstice is an important event to our kind, and your mother hasn’t been able to attend a ceremony since before she left. She’s rather looking forward to it.”

“Where is she, anyway?”

“She is staying in a room in my wing. There were no more available rooms in the main wing, and she wasn’t fond of the idea of asking you to move out of her old quarters. Besides.” He averted his gaze. “I believe staying in the room she and your father once shared would be too painful for her.”

“Oh.” Ashley hadn’t thought of that. She relaxed her shoulders and leaned on the wall. “How is she? I mean, is she okay?”

“She is coping.” His deep-brown eyes carried unwavering wisdom and confidence. He rested his hand on her shoulder. “But I cannot begin to imagine how difficult this has been for you.”

She was too torn to confirm his statement.

“I know you are hurting, and not just over your mother.” Renato pulled her toward him and wrapped his arms around her. He hugged her against his chest and whispered in her ear. “I’m sorry I’ve failed you, Ashley. I never intended to keep secrets from you, but some secrets were not mine to disclose.” His tone carried more pain than she was prepared for, and more hurt than he deserved.

“I’m sorry for being mad at you.”

His smile was sad. “No need for apology.” He hugged her tight once more before letting her go.

She cleared her throat and drew in a deep breath. “So, when exactly is the solstice ceremony?”

“It will be on the twenty-first of December—the shortest day of the year.”

“December twenty-first? Isn’t that the day everyone was freaking out over the world ending?”

“In two thousand twelve, yes. But it was an unfounded concern. Our ancestors did not predict the end of the world. It was merely the end of the thirteenth Baktun.”

She rubbed her face, regretting the fact she hadn’t kept up with her reading like she was supposed to. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s a Baktun?”

He shook his head, and cringed under his stern look. “A Baktun is a cycle of time equaling nearly four hundred years. And unlike the belief of many, the end of the thirteenth Baktun was a time for hope and change.” He gazed at her. “Hence, why I believe we received you directly after its arrival.”

She couldn’t help but smile.

“But it is also a time for bonding and reuniting with long lost friends. It is a family gathering of sorts, with the purpose of creating new spirit bonds.”

“You keep saying bonding.”

Renato turned and walked to a bookshelf. He scanned the titles until one caught his attention, and he pulled it off the shelf. “Bonding is the unity of two souls, much more powerful than traditional marriage.” He opened the book and searched through the pages as he walked toward her. “It is a commitment that cannot be revoked. One made with the utmost surety that their love will never waver, and will never be withdrawn.” He extended the book. “It is a sacred event for all Riyata, and a reminder that true, honest commitment is still valued.”

Ashley took the book and examined the text. “So…” She glanced up at Renato. “Why are we going? I mean, nobody here is bonding.” Her thoughts flashed to Arwan, who hadn’t been back to the house since her mother returned. She missed him, and worse, she was worried about him.

“Because it is a tradition for our people, began by the gods who blessed the stone. It is not strictly for bonding. It is a holiday. A celebration of life.”

“Oh.” She closed the book and held it up. “Can I take this back to my room?”

Renato nodded. “As long as you return it with the others you took last night.”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry about that.”

“And before you leave, kindly clean up this mess.” He gestured to the paper littering the floor.

Ashley looked around the study, and dropped her shoulders. “Right.”

“Perhaps this is your first training lesson. Do not use your abilities unless you can clean up after them.”

About The Author :


A long time enthusiast of things that go bump in the night, Theresa began her writing career as a journalism intern—possibly the least creative writing field out there. After her first semester at a local newspaper, she washed her hands of press releases and features articles to delve into the whimsical world of young adult paranormal romance.

Since then, Theresa has gotten married, had three terrific kids, moved to central Ohio, and was repeatedly guilt tripped into adopting a menagerie of animals that are now members of the family. But don’t be fooled by her domesticated appearance. Her greatest love is travel. Having stepped foot on the soil of over a dozen countries, traveled to sixteen U.S. states—including an extended seven-year stay in Kodiak, Alaska—she is anything but settled down. But wherever life brings her, she will continue to weave tales of adventure and love with the hope her stories will bring joy and inspiration to her readers


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**Book Blitz** Heist By Laura Pauling


Heist by Laura Pauling
Genre: YA Psychological Thriller
No release date yet (will be in 2013)



Can one decision change the past?
 Jack Brodie has a sixth sense that someone has been watching him. Following him.

One night he travels back in time to one of the world’s largest art thefts, known as the Gardner Heist. Why that one moment in time? And what does it mean for Jack?

When he returns, his world is different. His best friend is rougher, meaner. His dad hasn’t been around in years. And then there’s Jetta. The girl who took over his heart the moment she stepped into his life. No one is safe.

Each time Jack goes back to the heist to fix his mistakes, he returns to face the fallout. Disaster strikes in the present until Jack must make a choice. His family and his own happiness. Or the girl he loves. Except, he learns that his sixth sense was right.

Someone has been watching him and wants him dead.

Excerpt :

Jetta stops. The March breeze blows strands of hair across her face, partially masking her eyes. People walking to work flow around us. “How would you know about that?”

I stammer. How did I let that slip? The answer comes immediately and I blurt, “Apsychic used to live in the coffee shop.”

Jetta crosses her arms, and her eyes narrow in on me with a dangerous look. “And you picked up some tricks?”

“Just a few here and there.” The doubt in her eyes forces me to scramble for a way out. A distraction. “Do you want me to read your palm?”

She pulls me out of the flow of pedestrians and holds out her hand, disbelief in her eyes. “Leave out the bad crap, ’kay?”

I wipe my sweaty palms off on my jeans then grab hold of her wrist. The contact sends tiny bolts through me. My gaze travels up to her face, her creamy skin, the lips that seem so kissable. I gulp. “No prob.”

“Why is your hand trembling?” Jetta asks.

I puff out my chest and make my voice as serious as possible. “It’s the psychic power getting ready to be unleashed.”

“Should I be scared?” Jetta whispers mockingly, her voice breathless.

I wink. “You’re in the hands of a professional.”

“What a cheesy line.” She rolls her eyes. “Hope you can do better than that.”

“Don’t disturb the master while he’s at work.” I raise my voice and manipulate my voice to sound like a gruff old man. An elderly lady flashes me a strange look.

Jetta giggles, light radiating across her face. Her eyes sparkle.

Slowly, I trace my finger down a line that stretches across her palm. My fingers tingle. The overwhelming smell of peaches comes to me. “You like peaches.”

“That’s my body spray.”

I clear my throat and try not to look at her soft pink lips. I trace a line that runs diagonal opposite her thumb. “Creativity flows through you like a mountain spring.”

“You already know I like art. Doesn’t count.”

I throw her a stern look, which produces another round of giggles. “Fine.” I search for the right words to save Jetta from her grandmother. I’m the only one who can warn her. I wish I had that kind of power in Dad’s life. In Stick’s life. “Stay away from art festivals today.”

“Why would I go to an art festival? I just moved into town. And that doesn’t count because that’s like saying, ‘Don’t climb Mt. Everest during lunch break.’”

“You’re testing the powers of the Great Fiasco.” I think hard about what to say next.

This might be my only chance. What simple fortune will protect her?

“Does my hand say anything about being late to school on my first day?” she demands.

“Zippo. But wait,” I pull her hand closer, “I see a silver Mercedes.”

Jetta’s breath catches in her throat. “And?”

“Stay close to your friends so trouble won’t find you.”

She yanks her hand back as if I shocked her. She smoothes her hair and fiddles with the bow. Her face pales as if she has secrets in her life—reasons to be in trouble.

“This is silly,” she states and forges a path down the sidewalk, ending the conversation. “Let’s go. I need time to pass in my transfer records.”

I follow, trying to not watch her hips sway with every step, and suppressing the curious feelings beating with my heart.



Laura Pauling writes young adult fiction. She lives the cover of suburban mom/author perfectly, from the minivan to the home-baked snickerdoodles, while hiding her secret missions and covert operations. But shh. Don’t tell anyone!

Her YA Circle of Spies Series includes A SPY LIKE ME and HEART OF AN ASSASSIN. Book three, TWIST OF FATE will be released in the fall of 2013.

HEIST, a young adult, psychological thriller, will be released the summer of 2013.

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Author Interview :

Have you always known you wanted to be a writer?

No, I haven’t. I’d love to say I’m one of those writers that wrote her first story when she was 3 months old. But, I’ve always loved a good story. It wasn’t until I was home with my kids that I got the urge to create my own. Before then, though, I always had a creative outlet. I loved putting together small photo albums. I quilted – for a little bit, even finishing a wall hanging. And I put a lot of time into the children’s ministry at my church, planning events. The earliest creative memory I have is designing a line of cards to sell in the neighborhood.

What’s a recent book you’ve read that you absolutely loved? And what will you be reading?

The last book that I couldn’t put down and loved was Twenty Eight and a Half Wishes by Denise Grover Swank. A book I’m looking forward to reading soon is Nomad by J.L. Bryan – another time travel thriller.

What do you like to do in your free time? Any other creative pursuits?

Right now, outside of writing, my time is spent with my family and my kids. I enjoy hanging with them, especially because every time I blink, they seem to get a year older. I still participate in my church, co-leading the middle school youth group too.

Will there be a sequel to Heist? Or will you be working on something new?

Right now, Heist is a stand-alone novel. If I were to write a sequel it would be from Jetta’s point of view on one of the alternate time lines. When I hit this alternate time line in Heist, I realized there was a lot more to tell there. And, of course, other heists to write about.

I’m eagerly planning, plotting and outlining an adult light-hearted romantic mystery.

We’ll see what happens when the writing starts. I’d love to turn it into a series.


***Book Blitz*** Where My Heart Breaks By Ivy Sinclair


                                                        About The Book :

                                      Where My Heart Breaks by Ivy Sinclair 
                                        Publication date: August 30th, 2013 
                                   Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

If there were a course in screwing up your life, Kate Spivey would get an A+.

Trust is in short supply for Kate at the start of the summer before her senior year of college. Her parents sentenced her to spend it under the watchful eye of her aunt at the famous Willoughby Inn. It was further proof that she was a prisoner in, and not the decision maker of, her life. Nothing she does is good enough to prove that she learned from the mistakes of her past.

Almost immediately, Kate finds that her new summer home holds another person who understands the unfairness of her situation better than most. Reed Black has had his own share of tragedy and regrets, but instead of trying to fight his reputation, he embraced it.

Sparks fly between Kate and Reed, but Kate needs to steer clear of Reed if she wants to regain control of her future. He is one temptation she can’t afford to indulge in, although fate seems to have other ideas for both of them.

Excerpt :

I had no idea how much time passed as I was absorbed deeper and deeper into Jackson and Camilla’s forbidden romance. The story was set in the 1920s. Jackson was a wealthy industrialist staying at the Willoughby for the summer with his wife, who had taken ill. The doctors had recommended that Jackson take her out of the city to recuperate. Camilla was the daughter of the Willoughby’s owner. The hot summer days wore on, and the forbidden attraction between Jackson and Camilla grew in intensity.

I was entranced. Anyone with common sense would know that Jackson was a bastard. It shouldn’t have mattered that he married young to someone he barely knew. But that was how Walter Moolen drew the reader in to make Jackson likable and vulnerable beneath his gruff exterior. Camilla, young and inexperienced, didn’t stand a chance once Jackson set his sights on her. I wanted to hate her for being so naive, but instead I found myself rooting for her to win Jackson’s heart.

I just reached the part where Jackson pulled Camilla into his arms for the first time, intent on declaring his desire for her, when I heard the tumble of rocks behind me. I jumped up, and the scream caught in my chest when Reed stepped into the lantern’s light.

“What the hell?” I said, my heart pounding wickedly against my rib cage. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

He put up his hands in mock surrender. “I didn’t mean to scare you. You must have been pretty deep in thought if you didn’t hear me coming.”

I was torn between chewing him out for interrupting me at such a pivotal plot point in my book, and being thrilled that he was there. Which led me to an obvious question. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to make sure you made it home safely,” he said, cocking his head. “Considering you left Lula’s without letting me know you found another ride. You seem to make friends easily.”

“I’m not the only one,” I retorted, thinking of the two busty blonds hanging on his every word.

Reed looked surprised. “I told Bud that I’d get you home. I’m just upholding my end of the bargain.”

I didn’t know what to make of him. One minute he was all bad boy, and the next he was like this, tentative and uncertain. Which one was the real Reed?

“Obviously I’m fine, safe and sound right where I’m supposed to be,” I said, outstretching my arms to encompass my surroundings. “Sam brought me home hours ago.”

“Sam’s a good guy,” Reed said, moving closer to me. “A little on the soft side, but dependable and reliable. Trustworthy.”

“That’s a good kind of guy to have around,” I said faintly. I had to get a grip. I was acting like a silly girl in a romance novel who never laid eyes on a man before. What was it about Reed that drew me in and made my heart beat so fast?

“Not like a guy like me,” Reed said as if he read my mind. He stopped a foot shy of me. His eyes passed over my shoulder and out to the lake. “I’m sure you heard the warning. Any single woman under the age of forty who sets foot in Bleckerville hears the warning about me as soon as she meets someone like Lula or your Aunt Patrice. I’m a favored topic of town gossip.”

“What warning is that?” It shocked me that he was putting himself out there like that. I was doing nothing but trying to forget my reputation. Reed seemed intent on bringing his out in the open. His glittering eyes focused back on mine. The intensity in them took my breath away.

“To stay away. Don’t get involved. That the bad things that happened to me in my youth left me heartless and cruel when it comes to the fairer sex,” he said.

“Is that true?”

His hand reached out, and his fingertips pushed a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. “It usually doesn’t matter. Reputations are built on kernels of truth. People might change, but in a town like this, reputations don’t. The only way I’d ever stand a chance of getting away from it would be to leave Bleckerville, which I can’t do.”

As someone plagued by a reputation that I earned, but didn’t feel like I deserved, I knew exactly what he meant. No matter what I did or said, my parents, my college friends, my teachers, even Millie at times, all still judged me by the person that I used to be. I was the person who let Trevor in and proceeded to let him walk all over me, even when he walked me right to the edge of a metaphorical cliff and left me dangling with no help in sight.

“I prefer not to judge someone by what other people say about them. I make my own decisions,” I said, raising my chin. “All’s I ask is that I get the same consideration.” Remembering his earlier insinuation, I decided to call him out. If we were going to be honest, then we were going to be honest.

Reed dug his hands into his pockets. “I might have heard a few things about you.”

“I’m sure you have,” I said. I felt a flash of anger. “Is that why you’re here? To see if the bad girl is as naughty as they say she is? Seems like if you were looking for an easy lay, you could have taken a turn with either of those blond bimbos at the bar.”

Reed’s expression was unreadable. He leaned in and my breath caught in my throat. “And just like that, you judged me just like everyone else in this shithole town would without even knowing if what they’re saying is true.”

Then he moved around me. The imaginary bindings around my chest that I didn’t even realize were there loosened. I turned and watched him walk across the sand to the water’s edge. His arm ratcheted back, and then pushed forward and I heard the plop of something dropping into the water.

I made my way down to stand a few feet away from him. I was ashamed of myself. He was right. So far, he had done nothing to me. He changed my flat tire. He offered me a ride home. He appeared in the moonlight and made no movement toward seduction, which I admit was mildly disappointing. So far, the only person being an ass was me.

“I guess I deserved that,” I said.

Reed threw another pebble out into the water. He didn’t look at me. “You did.”

About The Author :
Ivy Sinclair cut her romance teeth on classics like Gone With the Wind, Casablanca, An Affair to Remember, and Sabrina. She is a firm believer in true love, a happily ever after ending, and the medicinal use of chocolate to cure any ailment of the heart. Ivy’s guilty pleasures include sushi, endless Starbucks lattes, and wine. Readers of Ivy’s stories can expect smoldering sweet stories of romance that tug at the heartstrings.
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