Saturday, April 25, 2015

Review: Taken at Dusk - CC Hunter

Review: Taken at Dusk - Book #3 Shadow Falls Novel - CC Hunter - April 2012

For those who have been following The Phantom Paragrapher, you know I have been making my way through the Shadow Falls series and they have just gotten really good and I have to admit that this third book - Taken at Dusk was my favourite by far. At the start of Taken at Dusk, we met Kylie's adopted grandparents or were they ? As something strange is happening and at place. Then a few random ghosts have started to appear and one in particular looks like she has had a brain injury and can't remember who she is , or she knows is that she isn't the person whose grave she is buried in and she feels connected strongly to Kylie. This would have to be one of my favourite parts in the book, when Kylie discovers the true and actual identity of the ghost who could not remember. Something scary will happen though in this book as Kylie is given the warning that someone lives and someone dies and all she knows is that it is a Vampire who will be killed - the thing is she is close to three vampires - Della - her roommate , Burnett - Holiday's semi-lover and the FRU representive and Ellie - Derek's ex-girlfriend. The one thing though about this series that does annoy me is the fact that none of the girls can choose or grow some balls as to say and pick who they love and want to be with as we have Holiday , Miranda and Kylie - yes - there is a still an ongoing love triangle between Kylie, Lucas and Derek. Readers - we finally discover what Kylie is in this book :) That was my ultimate favourite as we have been umming and aahing the last two and a half books.
 Stay tuned readers as I bring to you the fourth and final book in the inital Shadow Falls Series.
If you love Supernatural Teen Fiction , then Shadow Falls is the series for you to devour like a werewolf or suck dry like a vampire.


Friday, April 24, 2015

Cover Reveal: Forbidden Love by Tamaria Soan

Cover Reveal: Forbidden Love by Tamaria Soana
Genre: Erotic Romance

What happens when you meet your destiny but you both belong to someone else?

Carmelita Heaton married her high school sweetheart. The first few years of marriage were bliss. As her husband climbed the corporate ladder and began to travel for his job, they slowly grew apart.

Before long, their marriage was reduced to seeing each other a few times a month in passing leaving no emotional connection. In the midst of all this, Carm needed to find a new job because the doctor she worked for was retiring. Her life starts to spin out of control when she begins her new job as an RN for an OB/GYN.

Doctor Dylan Gates’ professional life needed to run smoothly since his personal life was falling apart. His wife Lydia suffered a nervous breakdown a few years prior after she lost her twin sister. Doctor Gates threw himself into his work. He’s a man set in his ways, but when his long time nurse moved out of town; he’s forced to hire someone new.

Dylan and Carm’s instant attraction leaves them both struggling to do the right thing. How long can they fight to stay away from their destiny?

Excepted Release: June 2015

~About the Author~

Tamaria Soana is middle-aged but feels like her life has just begun. She writes contemporary romance stories with a high heat level that always end with a ‘happily ever after’. Growing up, she loved to read and make up new places in her head to escape to. In her late teens she began writing short stories and poetry. It wasn’t until her late thirties before she began to spin a full story.

She’s married and a stay-at-home mom of two beautiful young girls. They reside in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw is her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights.

Besides writing, she co-owns Shades of Rose Media and produces book trailers. Three of her book trailers have been featured on the USA Today’s Happy Ever After site.

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VBT# The Nines - Sierra Avalon and Dakota Madison

Review: The Nines - Dakota Madison and Sierra Avalon - April 2015

WOW another amazing written book that sucks readers in right from the beginning, but to be completely honest - by now whenever I see the above authors names on any books - they are an automatic read as I know that they will be amazing as the author never falters - no matter what pen name she writes under she is amazing and all her titles should be read. The Nines however was in a whole different category of it's own. This book was truly amazing and heartbreaking at the same time , it made me sick to my stomach but also curious at the same time. It made me smile but it also made me cry. The book starts out with an accident and nightmare and then flips ahead where Roxie Bailey is at College and away from her past . She is trying to start new and fresh , but what happens when the one person she is attracted to turns out to know her past and that in a way wants revenge for the person who hurt him and that person is closer to Roxie than anyone actually realises ? The second storyline of this book which is the wow factor touched on in the story is the issue of secret fraternities that have rape rooms and gang bang drugged out girls and what's worst is that girls accept the invites to the societies as its a status symbol. Another thing was that the guys in the fraternites are ones who cannot be touched due to wealth and rich and powerful parents. After reading this book , I actually went on Amazon and purchased one of the reference books that was talked about in The Nines Bibliography as this is a real issue that happens within the universities in America "Scary Huh"....  In a way the ending of this book was as much of an happy factor as the story was going to get as it is a powerful and emotionally charged read. One though that I would personally recommend to everyone to read, though this is not a story for the faint hearted.


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Today we are revealing the cover for CHASING THE WIND by Nazarea Andrews. This is a novel that will be released on June 4th and it is the 2nd book in the After the Fall series. It can be read as a standalone.



Kaida grew up in two worlds--a child in the Manor raised by Sabah before she was granted Citzenship. But the only place she has ever felt like she's belonged is with Cedric and Guin, the boys she grew up with. When Cedric's involvement in a rebel faction goes wrong, the Commission exiles her and holds Guin hostage. Now, she's on her own for the first time, and searching for the sister who left her behind and a princess who was stolen from the City--and then she stumbles across a face from the past. Hawke has been an outcast since his Tribe died. When he finds Sabah's sister on the road, he agrees to help her. But as they search the wilds and grow closer, his disdain for her is slowly replaced by a deep attraction for the girl who faces every challenge so bravely. And as the City's deadline dwindles, and the boy she loves hangs in the balance, Hawke is left to wonder if he is protecting her, or if he the biggest threat she will face.




I can remember three times I should have died. Three times, I stood on that precipice and was snatched back from it. Three times, before Berg took me as his ward and gave me Citizenship. Never, not in all my years Outside living in the Manor, not in the many times I should have died, and not in the decade I’ve lived as a Citizen, have I ever been this frightened. The wind slips around me and I hear the uneven crush of footsteps. Without turning, I track his movements around our meager camp. “Kaida.” He approaches, and I reach up, taking the coffee he’s carrying. “We have to pack up.” Cedric stops without touching me. Close enough that I can feel the heat of his body and his tension, but too far away to feel. For a heartbeat, I almost ask him to hold me. “He’s running out of time.” I swallow hard, and stand. “Did you look at the maptable?” He gives me an impatient look and I clench my jaw to keep from snapping at him. Take a deep breath and swallow the rest of my coffee. It’s thick and grainy on my tongue, and I make a face. “Show me.” He pulls the maptable out and steps close again. “Berg said they follow the same paths. If he’s right, we should hit their campgrounds in the next day or so.” Cedric says. His long fingers trace the path on the maptable. I glance around again—the graylight is taking hold, pushing the ever present darkness back. I stand, brushing my pants off. “Let’s get going, then.” He nods, slipping the maptable into the water proof bag. I pack up our clothing from the night before as Cedric starts collapsing our tiny tent. “How much more food do we have?” I ask. “Two days. And what he gave us to trade.” Cedric’s gray eyes flick to mine. “We should just use the pills today. Save the food.” I nod, even though hunger is gnawing at my belly already. The pills don’t take away hunger pains. Cedric stumbles a little as he swings the pack onto his shoulder, and I’m at his side instantly, shoving my shoulder under his. His weight is familiar, the heat of his body against mine almost scorching. “I’m fine, Kai,” he snaps, pulling away. “Why are you doing that?” It’s the question that’s been circling my head for three days. Since we were tossed out of Berg’s hover, and Guin wasn’t. Three days. Fifty seven until…I shake my head violently, and stare at Cedric. “He wouldn’t want you to treat me like this. He’ll be furious.” “When we have him back, he’s allowed to be,” Cedric says, so softly I almost don’t hear the words. “Come on. We’re wasting time.” “We’re going to get him back, Cedric.” His shoulders slump, and I fight the urge to cry. Damn them. How did they know that taking Guin was the fastest way to break Cedric? To break us both? I stand in front of him, take his face in my hands, and force him to look at me. “We will. We’ve been beating the odds for sixteen years. We’ll get him back—we just have to give the Commission what they want.” He takes a deep breath and nods, but I can see the doubts in his eyes. The questions. Can we really find the Hidden City? In fifty seven days, can we find what the Commission hasn’t been able to find in almost eight years of searching? I shiver and Cedric takes my hand. My left hand hangs empty and tingles—the ghost of a touch of the boy who should be with us. We have to find the City. Guin’s life depends on it. 


Nazarea Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. She loves chocolate and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, and overgrown dog.


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CALL SIGN KARMA - Reader Appreciation Event - Blitz


Today we are having a Reader Appreciation Blitz to spotlight the fabulous readers who have read CALL SIGN KARMA, and celebrate the fact that the book now has over 100 *5 star reviews! This is a huge milestone and Jamie Rae has a note below for the readers who helped the book get there. Some readers who were kind enough to share their favorite lines from the book are spotlighted below, and you can read an exclusive excerpt.





Love in the no-fly zone… Distraught over the loss of her brother in a fighter jet accident, Tinklee Pinkerton decides to follow in his footsteps and prove the tragedy wasn’t his fault. But when she’s chosen as the first woman to fly the Air Force’s F-35, her plan for a life that revolves around work is thrown off course by a handsome, mysterious stranger… Thanks to Locke’s seductive British accent, sweet nature, and one too many beers, Tink is soon inspired to throw caution to the wind and herself into his arms. She thinks maybe love can heal after all—until she discovers Locke is her superior officer. Tink has no problem risking her life in the air, but with everything on the line, is she brave enough to risk her heart on the ground?


Jamie Rae's Message to Readers

As a military spouse and Air Force veteran, I wanted my debut to not only be about something that I knew and loved but to also be a story that delivered a powerful message. Your reviews and feedback have meant the world to me and I can’t thank you enough for taking a chance on my feisty, female fighter pilot. Your words have made me laugh, smile, ugly cry, happy dance, fist bump, and cheer. Most importantly they have given me the encouragement to keep writing. I love and adore each of you! In the words of Tink, “Holy hell, you rock!”

Review Blurbs:

"Mark my words, 'Tink' is going to be in the hall of fame-badass character edition" -Ana (Owl Always Be Reading)

"This book had it all for me. It had heartache, romance, forbidden love and action! I had every single feel throughout the book" -Debi (Mean Girls Luv Books)


This is an Infinite Star Book!! One the Best Debut Novels of All-Time & Best Books of the Year! Call Sign Karma is without a doubt one the best debut novels I have ever read in my life! The Synopsis leads you to a good and even great book. However, this novel is the very definition of a masterpiece. -Mia's Point Of View




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I put the key in the ignition and started the Jeep when the door opened. My pulse quickened and I locked eyes with my monumental mistake. I shifted the Jeep into gear and reversed. I did not want to see him and I definitely didn’t want to be alone with him. He held a motorcycle helmet in his hand and started toward me. “Lieutenant,” he yelled. I put the Jeep into drive as he continued rushing toward me. “Wait!” Not a chance in hell. Accelerating way too fast, I peeled out of the parking lot without looking back. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. I turned the corner a lot faster than I should have and a security forces policeman flashed his patrol lights as a warning. I slowed and drove the twenty-five mile an hour speed limit. The way my blood pumped, I could have gotten out and ran faster than I drove. I heard the motorbike’s buzz before I saw it. Locke was behind me. I wanted to slam on my brakes and see how far I could launch him into the air. He’d need his own jet to get down. Once I got off the military base, I threw it in fifth. The motorbike had no problem keeping up with me. I pulled into my driveway, cut the engine, jumped over the door, and stormed to my walkway. He was off his bike and at my side before I made it to the porch. “Wait!” I ignored him and trotted up the first few stairs to the porch. His footsteps followed. “We need to talk.” My key sank into the lock. “Tinklee,” he said with a thickened accent. I swung around, resisting the urge to push his ass off my property. “So you do realize I have an actual name.” “What did you want me to do?” he asked with a deep-set crease between his brows. He was visibly upset. “You shocked the bloody hell out of me. Why didn’t you tell me you were a JSF student?” “I don’t know, why didn’t you tell me you were a JSF instructor?” I questioned and threw my hands in the air. “You didn’t tell me your name, which by the way, might have been good to know. I read the student roster. That would have saved us both from this mistake.” I jerked my head like his words slapped me across the face. It was too late. It was out there. I knew it was a mistake, but saying it out loud cut deep. I turned back toward the door. “That was a daft thing to say,” he said in a gentle, caring voice. “I didn’t mean it like that. Listen, last night was incredible.” “Just go,” I replied. I turned the key and I tried to swallow the lump wedged in my throat. He grabbed my hand and sparked that fire that made me want to forget who he was and what it meant. My perfect stranger was back with all his tenderness. I wanted to kiss him, hold him, and not have any of the rules matter. But I knew it was impossible. He knew it, too.



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JAMIE RAE is a New Adult and Young Adult author. She writes with one goal in mind--create stories with a positive message that will stay with the reader long after they've finished reading. Jamie is an avid reader and loves discovering stories with a great hook, though she will not eat, sleep, or speak until she reaches the end. The Harry Potter years weren't pretty!! Convinced that her Hogwarts letter was lost in the mail, she keeps a watchful eye for owls hoping her children will have better luck! In her other life, Jamie Rae is an orthodontist, and literary agent. She keeps her heart overflowing with love as a mother of three and has perfected the art of nomadic living as a military spouse and Air Force veteran. Jamie has a passion for critters of all shapes and sizes and you can often find her sneaking them into her own home or volunteering for rescues.

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Fisher Amelie's FURY Cover Reveal

FURY, the much anticipated third standalone of The Seven Deadly Series by Fisher Amelie, releases May 4th, 2015! As we count down the days, Fisher is teasing us yet again! Here is the highly awaited cover!!

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EXCERPT from FURY, Coming May 4, 2015:

We start where we left off from Fisher’s last excerpt. If you’d like to read it, you can go here!

FURY, Excerpt Two

Ethan?” she asked. “Is that you?” “Hello, Finley,” I answered. “How are you?” she asked, somehow devoid of the pity I’d often heard in so many greetings since Cricket. I was grateful to her for this. “I’m fine,” I slurred, lifting my head a bit to meet her eyes. A grin met her lips. “You were always a terrible liar.” Her smile fell a little. “What are you doing here?” “I’m drinking.” She narrowed her eyes. “You hate drinking.” “I learned to love it,” I said, downing the remaining contents of my glass, letting it burn. She looked me up and down, making me feel self-conscious. “But apparently it doesn’t love you.” “Thanks,” I snorted, acting like I didn’t care. But I did. “You look terrible,” she said, ignoring me. “Are you even eating?” “I’m consuming the daily recommended calorie intake,” I hedged. “Ah,” she answered, examining my empty glass. I shook my head and signaled to Vi for another. Finley narrowed her eyes once more. “Can I get a basket of chicken tenders too, Vi?” she added. “Sure thing,” she said, ringing up Finley’s food before grabbing the bottle of Jack and filling me to the top. Finley examined my glass but didn’t say a word. “What?” I asked, feeling defensive. “Nothing,” she answered, looking at her hands. “Judging me?” “Not at all,” she said sincerely and looked me dead in the eye. This look froze me, and the glass slipped from my fingers and back onto the bar top, spilling a little from the rim. “I’ve done that very thing,” she said, gesturing toward my glass. “Drink ’til you’re numb?” “No,” she said, “succumb to a vice in order to forget.” I leaned forward, stunned by this admission, and my eyes found hers. “What, Finley?” She hesitated, started to open her mouth, but someone called her name and she turned around. It was an ex-classmate of ours, couldn’t remember her name, the one she’d been dancing with, and I found myself feeling anxious all of a sudden. I hadn’t felt anxious in a long time. Hadn’t felt anything, really, other than severe pain and shame, in a very long time. Huh. “Finley, Chris is gonna give me a ride back home. You cool?” the girl asked, eyeing me. She knew. The whole town knew about my tumble down the rabbit hole. “Yeah, Holly Raye. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she answered, her brows scrunched in confusion. Finley was surprised by Holly Raye’s apparent worry which I found odd. “Okay,” Holly Raye said, kissing Finley’s cheek. Chris was waiting by the door for her, and we both watched them leave, afraid to speak, our earlier moment gone. Vi walked up with Finley’s chicken tenders and set them in front of her. Her fingers found one but lifted up quickly with a tiny gasp. “Hot,” she whispered, resting her fingers against the side of her water glass. She let them cool for a few moments and we sat in awkward silence. I wasn’t sure what she was still doing there. I didn’t have any clue why she had even started to talk to me either. I mean, I knew in high school she’d had a crush on me, but I figured it was long gone. She used to stare at me a little doe eyed, and I had always done my best to be kind to her but not too kind. I’d considered her a friend but nothing more, even if I did take solace in my conversations with her. I’d never admitted that out loud to anyone then, though, not that I was ashamed or anything. It’s just, I was in love with Cricket. The ache in my chest burned deep, a restless reminder of all I’d lost. And suddenly I felt guilty for finding Finley attractive even when I thought she was a stranger. Even after Cricket left me for Spencer. “You should probably leave,” I told her. She looked at me like I was crazy. “I’ll do whatever I want,” she said, sitting taller, pitching me that confident Finley attitude I remembered from high school. “Whatever,” I said, then called out to Vi for another round, which she served up quickly. Finley tore apart a few tenders then handed me half of one. “Uh, no,” I said, downing my glass. “Uh, yes,” she mocked, shoving the piece in my face. “Stop,” I said, swiping it away. “Eat, damn it,” she said. I looked at her and the expression on her face told me she wouldn’t quit, so I roughly took it from her and took a large bite. She bit into her own piece, a smug look on her face. She practically hand fed me every piece in the damn basket, but I didn’t care. I knew what she was doing, but it wouldn’t work because the liquor resting in my belly was too substantial to be worked against. “What have you done with your summer?” she asked me. “This,” I said, gesturing to my glass. “What the hell, Ethan?” “What, are you my mother?” I asked, immediately regretting those choice of words. I closed my eyes. Mom. My heart dropped into my throat. Must remedy that. “Vi,” I said loudly to her at the other end of the bar. “One more.” Vi walked the length of the bar and filled my glass again, much to Finley’s obvious horror. “Vi, can I get some mozzarella sticks?” she asked. “Of course, darlin’.” Finley smiled at me. “I’m not eating those,” I told her. “Oh, you’ll eat them.” “I won’t.” “You will.” “I sure as hell will not, Finley Dyer.” She leaned closer and my head began to swim. Her signature scent of apples and wild daisies swarmed around me, making my heart race. It’d never bothered me before. It’s the liquor, I told myself. “You will or I’m taking your ass home right now.” “You can just kiss that ass, Fin.” “That’s the Jack talking.” “No, that’s me. I don’t want to play anymore. I want to be left alone now.” “You see,” she said, settling her elbows on the bar top, “I think- No, I know you’re lying. Like I said before, you’re a terrible liar. I think you’ve lied so often about wanting to be left alone, though, that you’ve convinced your head it’s the truth, but you can’t convince the heart, Ethan. You know why? Because the heart can’t ever be lied to, and yours beats the loneliest I’ve ever heard.” I didn’t answer her. Couldn’t answer her. “What have you done this summer?” I asked, ignoring her spot-on observation. She played along. “I’ve had a temp job here in Kalispell answering phones for Smith Travel, trying to earn cash for my trip.” My brows furrowed. “What trip?” “I’m heading over to Vietnam for a year.” This shocked me. “What in the world would you go to Vietnam for?” “Charity work,” she answered, making me laugh. “Why?” I asked. “Don’t be an asshole,” she replied. “No, really, why?” “I’ve wanted to do this for close to five years now.” “How come I don’t ever remember you talking about this at school?” “Ethan,” she said softly, “let’s not pretend we ever really talked in high school deeper than filler conversation.” This wounded me a little, though I’m not sure why. “What the hell, Finley? You and I were friends.” Now it was her turn to laugh. “We were most definitely not friends. I may know everything about you and you may know everything about me because we grew up together, but we were not friends. You had a constant bodyguard in Cricket.” I sat up at the mention of her name. “Don’t ever say her name again,” I gritted. She raised her hands in concession. “Fine.” There was a pregnant pause as she let me calm myself down. “I talked to you a lot in the classes we had,” I offered. “We talked a lot about the upcoming football games or class assignments. Once or twice, we took the seventy-year-old route and discussed the weather.” I fought my grin. “Okay, so it was always surface observation, but we were kids.” “No, Ethan, that’s not what it was.” “Well, you were in love with me,” I bravely spit. “I couldn’t take it further than just below the shoal.” Thank you, Mr. Daniels. “Full of yourself, are we?” she asked. “Listen,” she continued, “I had a crush on you in high school. So what? Lots of girls did. But I was, am, a human being. You didn’t have to treat me like some leper. Trust me, Ethan, we all know who you belonged to,” she said. She stood to leave, but I grabbed her arm. The heated warmth of her skin shot straight to my heart. We looked at one another, wide eyed, our chests panting. I shook my head to recompose myself. “I’m sorry,” I told her, encouraging her to sit back down. “I’m- I know you deserved better.” She hesitated but sat back in her seat. I stared at her, a little too intently thanks to the Jack. She nodded once and we sat in a comfortable silence as I had five more shots. The whiskey made my body heavy as hell, the weight of its honeyed venom deadened the ache inside me pleasantly. I sighed and smiled to myself. “What’s so funny?” she asked. I looked up at her though it felt unusually burdensome and leaned toward her. “I’m going to get them back,” I admitted to her. She narrowed her eyes. “Who, Ethan?” “Them,” I said, bringing a tired finger to my lips. “Don’t tell anyone.” I fell back into my chair. I brought my fingers to my empty glass and tilted it, balancing it on one finger. She was quiet for a moment. “Ethan,” she began, whispering, “that’s not like you.” I smiled. “I’m not who I used to be, Finley.” “That’s a shame,” she said, “because you used to be wonderful.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Do you know what they did to me?” “She left you for him,” she said matter-of-factly. I let the glass tip over onto its side at her bluntness. “Exactly. After all I did for her. After all I was to her. She left me for him.” “She wasn’t meant for you, Ethan.” My skin burned with hatred at that statement. “No one is meant for anyone, Finley. You choose someone and then you make a commitment.” She shook her head at me. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.“ “She chose me, convinced me that she was all in, and I was willing to die for her because of it. She convinced me she actually loved me. I thought she loved me.” “She did love you. I believe she, you both really, would have been somewhat happy if Spencer had never shown up.” “Exactly.” “You’re not hearing me. You both would have been somewhat happy. Neither of you would have been utterly happy.” This infuriated me. “I could have made her happy!” I yelled, earning a few glances from around the bar. “Yes, you could have made her happy, but not as happy as Spencer does.” My blood simmered in my veins. “You are cruel,” I bit. She leaned forward. “I’m being honest with you. Someone has to since you’re not being honest with yourself. I saw them together, Ethan, and she never looked at you like that.” “Stop,” I said, gritting my teeth. “Stop.” “Ethan,” she said, resting her hand on mine. I yanked it from her. “Don’t you want the same thing for yourself? Don’t you want forever with someone who burns for you the way you burn for her? You deserve that just as much as she does.” “Shut up,” I said, bringing my hands to my hair and fisting it at my ears. I didn’t want to hear it. “Fine,” she said, sitting up. She looked around her and asked Vi for two cups of coffee. I couldn’t breathe. Finley voiced everything I’d worked so hard to drown out, I’d attempted to numb. I hated her for ruining the struggle to suppress it. I just wanted to pretend. I wanted my hate, wanted it to live close to me. It was the only thing I felt could keep me alive. I couldn’t let her go. I didn’t want her to be loved by anyone but me. I didn’t want to be reminded that someone else really did love her better than I did, that someone else made her happier. Because I had watched them too. I saw what Finley saw, and my God did I hate Spencer Blackwell for it. I wanted bitter. I wanted sadness. I wanted revenge.  


About FURY:

Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making them pay for. What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge. I’m Ethan Moonsong...And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

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Show Me How - It’s Kind Of Personal # 2
by Anna Brooks
Audience: Adult 18+ - Genre: Contemporary Romance - Format: Ebook and Paperback - Publisher: Anna Brooks - Cover by: Cover to Cover Designs - Editor: Editing 4 Indies - ISBN: 978-1511769945 - Expected Date of Publishing: May 19th 2015
One choice can ruin everything…
When a stop at a shady motel puts Brandon Parker face to face with his best friend, Mary, for the first time in over a decade, he almost didn’t believe it.
He’d never stopped searching for her, but even a career in law enforcement couldn’t help him find a woman who wanted to stay invisible.
When Mary Benson ran away at eighteen, she did it with good reason. A man was in the hospital because of her, and the people she loved were in danger. She had to leave to keep them safe.
Mary's guilt was her consolation. She’d lived with her decisions and accepted the hand dealt to her. But Brandon was about to shuffle the deck in a way she never expected.
One thing was for sure, he thought she’d be happy to see him… and he’d never been more wrong about anything in his life.
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Anna has always had a passion for writing, and is thrilled to be able to bring her stories to life. Born in Wisconsin, she’s lived in several Midwestern states. She enjoys reading, writing, and spending time outdoors with her husband and two boys.
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