tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31933264185596024172024-03-05T08:21:58.881-08:00The Dream of a WriterK.S. HAIGWOOD: Writer of Paranormal RomanceK.S. Haigwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09395297485009347834noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193326418559602417.post-90826590042778404712020-03-09T22:22:00.000-07:002020-03-09T22:34:36.423-07:00Want more of Sean? I give you... Chapter 1.<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: white;">Back for more? I'm happy you dropped in, because Sean's story continues. Hopefully you read Becoming Charlie - Part One and Two, and met the perfect-for-each-other couple, Charlie and Sean. If you did, then you know how their story turns out. BUT, what you don't know is everything Sean did to get there. Well, I'm going to let him share it with you. If you're itching for more, read on. If you didn't read my last blog post, scroll down and read the prologue first. It's a must!</i></span></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Chapter 1<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Spring 2002 - Almost Seven Years Later<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Sean<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"It's
just one date, man," Peter Riggins, one of the only people on this earth I
considered a true friend, said as I glared out the passenger window of his
piece of crap car. "Please, Reese?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">I
could feel his pleading eyes on me as he put the car in park at the curb in
front of Katie's house, and I knew I wouldn't be able to get out of it this
time without causing a scene and possibly ruining our friendship over it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">It
wasn't entirely his fault. Pete didn't remember why I had no interest in dating
anyone. He'd think I was crazy if I told him, so I usually just said no, and
left it at that, when his girlfriend suggested I go on a double date with them
and one of her friends or her sister.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Katie's
sister was intolerable, the absolute opposite of anybody I would be interested
in if I ever considered dating. And I wasn't—even considering it. It didn't
matter to me who it was. I wasn't interested. Never would be again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Yet,
here we were. I sighed heavily then groaned as Katie and her twin sister closed
the front door and happily ran toward Pete's car. Pete had tricked me into
going to eat and watch a movie with him and Katie. He just accidentally on
purpose forgot to tell me Kaley would be coming too. He'd be lucky if I didn't
kick his ass for this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">I
thought about faking an illness and telling him to take me home, but I knew
this wouldn't stop unless I put a stop to it myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Just
before the girls reached the car, I turned my head and pegged Pete with a death
glare. His brown eyes widened a little. "This isn't a date. If she can't
pay for her own meal, movie ticket and popcorn, you're buying them. Immediately
after the movie is over, you will take me home. I won't apologize for anything
that happens tonight." With my jaw clenched, I spoke quietly, but
threateningly, through my teeth. "You feel me?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">His
shoulders slumped in relief, then he plastered on a phony smile for Katie when
she opened my door. "Hey, baby—"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"You
can sit in the back," I said, interrupting Pete.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Katie
rolled her eyes, but was smart enough not to fight with me about it. I didn't
want to be rude to anyone, but they were leaving me no other choice. No meant
no. There was only one way left to explain the definition of that word. They'd
figure it out soon enough. I wasn't happy, and I refused to pretend to be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"Hey,
Reese," Katie said as she scooted across the backseat and sat behind me,
leaving Kaley the seat behind Pete. The passenger side backdoor latch was
broken, so the girls had to go around to the other side to get in. Like I said
before… piece of crap car.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"Hey,"
I muttered, and then reached over and turned the radio up until it distorted. I
didn't even like the song that was playing, but listening to the worst song in
the world was better than carrying on a conversation with Kaley. My younger
sister was deaf. I had never envied her before, but tonight I would have given
just about anything to have been the sibling to end up with that disability.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Out
of my peripheral, I saw Pete shake his head. I ignored him as he put the car in
drive and pulled back onto the road.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Pete
turned the radio down when we got to a stop sign. "Where are we
eating?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"Doesn't
matter to me," Katie said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">I
cracked a smile, because I knew what was coming next.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"I
don't care either," Kaley said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Pete
huffed. "Chinese? Fast food? Mexican? Italian? Just pick somewhere, Katie.
Please."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"I
don't care," Katie said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"What
sounds good to you, Reese?" Kaley said. "I heard you were an amazing
cook. Maybe you could tell us some place great to eat."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">I
lost my smile, instantly infuriated that Katie told her that. I didn't want
Kaley knowing anything about me, especially that I knew how to cook. Next, she
would ask if she could come over so I could make her something. "I don't
care where we eat," I finally said, but it wasn't the truth. I did care. I
wanted to eat at my house… alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"You're
not helping," Pete growled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">I
let out a low chuckle. "I never intended to help you."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Pete
placed his elbow on the door and leaned his head on his hand, causing his dark
auburn hair to stick up on the left side. "I guess we'll just drive around
the Loop all night until someone picks something."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">That
was not acceptable. The only thing worse than having to eat and watch a movie
with Katie's sister was being forced to stay in a car with her all night. I
already felt claustrophobic. Somebody would get their feelings hurt or their
butt kicked if I didn't get out of this car soon. "Go to Sombreros,"
I said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"Finally!"
Pete said. "Thank you."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"If
nobody picks a movie, you can just take me home after we eat," I said,
hoping there would be an argument about what we were going to see.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"Oh,
we're going to see <i>A Walk to Remember</i>,"
Katie said. "I heard it's sooo good. Kaley has a huge crush on Shane West.
She thinks he looks just like Reese."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"Katie!"
Kaley whisper-shouted, but it didn't sound to me like Kaley was really all that
mad that Katie busted her out about her obsession over me. It wasn't as if I
didn't know. The girl was annoyingly obvious about it at school. I avoided her
at all costs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">When
the girls started giggling, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against
the headrest. It was going to be a long night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Once
we arrived at the restaurant, I got out of the car and went inside, not
bothering to wait on the others.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"How
many?" the host said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">I
smiled, wondering if I had enough time to ask the woman to come to my table
five minutes after she sat us and tell me that I had a phone call. I could tell
Pete it was my mom, and that she needed me to come home now. That wouldn't work
though. Mom didn't know which restaurant we were eating at. "Four… at a
table, not a booth, please."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">As
she counted out silverware and menus for the four of us, a weird vibe swept
through me, as if maybe someone was staring at me or something. I clenched my
fingers, trying to stave off the tingling that alerted me that my disorder was
about to make an appearance if I didn't find something to focus on. I turned
around to see that Pete, Katie and Kaley were just walking through the door, so
it couldn't be any of them giving me that feeling. I brushed it off as I looked
back at the host then followed her to our table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"I
wish she'd sat us at a booth," Kaley complained as she chose the chair to
my left. "These chairs are so uncomfortable."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">I
looked at Kaley without smiling as Pete sat in the chair to my right and Katie
took the one directly in front of me. "I told her to sit us at a table. I
don't like anyone sitting right beside me while I eat."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">I
glanced up when a waiter walked up to our table. "Welcome to Sombreros. My
name is Juan, and I'll be your server tonight."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"Hey,"
I said with a smile. "I'd like the punch and a small cheese dip, and I'll
be on a ticket by myself. Gracias." Ignoring the hurt look in Kaley's
eyes, the daggers shooting out of Katie's and the
just-let-me-get-out-of-here-in-one-piece expression on Pete's mug, I grinned as
I opened the menu and brought it up in front of my face, even though I already
knew what I was going to order.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">As
the others ordered drinks and Pete ordered a large cheese dip for the three of
them then informed Juan he was picking up the ticket for the two girls and
himself, the feeling came back, the one where my fingers tingled and I could
feel eyes on me. I just couldn't shake it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">When
I laid the menu on the corner of the table, Pete was still studying his options
and Kaley was talking to Katie about a girl that was in her Chemistry class. I
tuned out what I could, but it was difficult to ignore the negativity spewing
from Kaley's glossy, pink lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Not
wanting to be any part of her gossip train, I took a moment to scan the people
around us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">I'd
only managed to scout out about half the room when Juan came back with our
drinks and appetizers. Once we'd placed our food orders and Juan left, I
resumed people watching.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Katie
and Kaley were still chattering away, and I had no interest in talking to Pete.
I was still angry with him for putting me in this situation. I knew it was all
Katie's fault and that she had probably put their relationship on the line if
he didn't get me to go on at least one date with her sister. I honestly didn't
care if she broke up with him or hated me before the night was over. Pete was
better off without someone who gave him ultimatums. And I didn't care to tell
him that in front of her—or her sister—if it came down to that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">I
had every intention of making sure <i>this</i>
never happened again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">The
breath caught in my throat and goose bumps broke over the skin of my arms when
my eyes locked on a familiar face across the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">The
pretty red-haired woman wasn't looking at me. I wasn't sure she'd looked at me
at all, since there wasn't even an ounce of worry etched in her expression. I
was almost certain Victoria Mason would have appeared nervous had she seen me,
and not only because she had patched me up in the emergency room twice over the
last month. The odd feeling I'd had upon arriving at the restaurant and the
whole time we'd been here had absolutely nothing to do with this woman. It had
everything to do with the teenage girl sitting across the booth table from her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Charlie
Mason. It had been years since I'd even allowed myself to think her name. It
hurt just as much as I thought it would.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Quickly,
I put my head down and looked at my lap, concentrating on keeping my breathing
normal, the buzzing to a small roar and the demons at bay. It wasn't safe to
keep looking at her. I wasn't sure what would happen if she looked up and
caught me staring at her. I hadn't seen her eyes in almost seven years. What
would happen if she got any closer to me? Our table was in between their booth
and the restroom. She would have to walk by me to get to it if she needed to go
in there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">I'd
known they were back from Germany. Somehow I'd sensed it even before my mom
broke the news to me before the school year started last fall. I'd almost made
it the whole school year without running into her. The school was big and there
were a lot of kids, but the thing that helped me avoid her the most was my
disorder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">I
noticed it two weeks after school started. My fingers began to tingle when I
was in the library. I'd looked up and saw her for the first time since I was
eleven. I hadn't been able to breathe. She'd been focused on putting away
returned books and hadn't even seen me, but that didn't matter. I'd seen her.
And that was all it took for me to realize the school library was no place for
me to be. Ever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Now,
every time my fingers tingle, I look for the quickest route to retreat. I don't
know why I didn't think to look around the restaurant before the host sat us.
Maybe it was because it had been over four months since I'd last seen Charlie.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"—year
left, Reese?" Kaley said, and I raised my head a little, but didn't quite
meet her gaze. I couldn't. I knew what my eyes looked like. There was a red haze
over my eyesight, and that always meant that my pupils had dilated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"What?"
I muttered, trying my best to act normal. It was only a matter of time before
they discovered something was wrong. I could already feel the sweat beading on
my brow and temple. I had to get out of here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"I
said," Kaley said with annoyance in her tone. "Can you believe we
only have six weeks left of our junior year?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"Uh…"
I tried, but couldn't think of anything to say. I couldn't even remember what
Kaley had asked me only five seconds ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">This
wasn't good. I had to go. I had to go. I had to go.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"Reese,"
Pete said. "You okay, man?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">My
head whipped to the left when Charlie moved. She was a little blurry now, but
every feature of her was branded in my memory like a bad nightmare. My heart
began to pound against my rib cage when she stood up. She took one step in my
direction and I was on my feet in an instant, spilling the basket of chips and
knocking my punch over in the process.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"Reese!"
Katie shouted. "What on earth is wrong with you?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"I
have to go!" I shouted as I back-stepped toward the restaurant lobby.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"Reese!"
Pete shouted, but I couldn't stay and explain. My house was only five miles
from here. Maybe my demons wouldn't need to fight if I sprinted home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Before
I turned and ran for the door, I caught the horrified look on Victoria's face.
I knew mine was just as fearful. Our gazes moved to Charlie just as she passed
my friends' table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">She
never even looked up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">"I'm sorry," I said to Pete, and then
I turned and bolted for the door.</span>K.S. Haigwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09395297485009347834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193326418559602417.post-82301436370682035612020-03-09T06:13:00.003-07:002020-03-10T03:49:34.905-07:00Becoming Sean - Prologue (START HERE)<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><i>Hey friends! I can't begin to tell you how much I've missed you. I know it has been a long time, but hopefully my head is back in the game. We writers have writer's block a lot, but--for me--it usually only lasts a few weeks, a couple of months tops. It's a scary feeling when the voices STOP talking. Now it seems that they all want to talk at once, so I guess whoever wins the fight will get my attention the most. Right now it's Sean. And believe me, he has more than just a few bumps and bruises from beating his way to the top. He has a story to tell. It's an important one, so listen up, kids.</i></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Becoming Sean - Part One</span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Prologue<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Summer 1995 - Almost Seven Years Earlier<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Sean<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I
sat on the cold tile floor of the small hospital waiting room with my knees
pulled up to my chin and my arms tightly hugging my shins. My mom wouldn't stop
crying, so I couldn't stop the buzzing. At least that's what I called it. My
whole body felt like it was buzzing or vibrating. It's what it felt like when I
was about to lose control.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">At
eleven years old, I didn't know much about doctor-talk, or even how to
pronounce what the shrink my dad made me talk to called my disorder. I just
knew not everyone was like me. Not everybody felt the buzzing and did things
that would get them into trouble when they couldn't control it. All I knew was
I was angry all the time… and scared. I was scared to death.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">"Sean,"
Dad said in a quiet voice as he held my crying mom. "Why don't you sit in
the chair, Son? It's—"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">"No,"
I said for the third time. "I'm fine."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">"How
much longer, Daddy? When can we go see Sissy?" my little sister said for
at least the millionth time. My dad sighed. I wouldn't be able to hear it again
without yelling at her. It wasn't her fault that she couldn't understand why we
were here. Nobody had explained anything to her. Of course, nobody had
explained anything to me, either. I just knew whatever it was, it wasn't good
or Mom wouldn't be crying like that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">"Jesus,
why haven't we heard anything yet?" Dad said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">"Stacie,
come sit by me." I straightened my legs out then reached over and gently
pulled her down beside me. I wasn't sure if I did it to shut her up or to use
her as a distraction for my benefit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Stacie
was fourteen months younger than me, but was still quite a bit smaller. She was
born deaf in one ear, and only had partial hearing in the other, so we all learned
sign language when the doctors told us she would be completely deaf by age
twelve.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I
signed to her, "Only a little while longer."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I
searched through my duffle bag and found the sucker coach gave each of the
players on the baseball team for doing a great job during practice, and then
held it out to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Just
as Stacie took the sucker, the only door in the room opened and a sobbing
woman, with dark red hair and black streaks on her face ran in. Mom stood and
they hugged each other tightly as they cried. I blinked in confusion, and then
the buzzing grew bigger and louder when I realized the woman was Charlie's mom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Why
was Charlie's mom here?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">"Jeff,"
Dad said, and my head whipped around as my breaths became shallower. I watched
with wide eyes as Dad shook hands with Charlie's dad. Her daddy seemed almost
as upset as her mom, but why? And why wasn't Charlie with them?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I
pushed Stacie out of the way and quickly got to my feet. "Where's
Charlie?" I said to her daddy. "She's supposed to be with you by now.
Chan and Sara were supposed to take her home right after school."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">By
the sad look her dad gave me, I knew I wouldn't like what his answer would be.
Instead of replying to me, he looked back at Dad, and said, "Have the
doctors talked to you yet, Cameron?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Dad
shook his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Jeff
glanced down at me and Stacie, and then back to my dad with a hopeless
expression on his pale, tired-looking face. "Maybe we should talk
outside."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">All
of a sudden, I felt as if I might throw up. The buzzing was getting worse. I
didn't have a good feeling about this at all. Where was Charlie? Why wouldn't
her daddy tell me where she was? All I knew was they weren't leaving this room
without me. "Dad, I wanna go."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Dad
held his hand out, stopping me when I took a step toward the door. "Stay
in here with Stacie and your mom, Sean. I'm going to go check on Sara, and then
I'll be right back, okay?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">"No!"
I shoved him, and then backed away and glared up at him. "I need to go. I
can't stay in this room another minute or I'm going to lose it. You have to let
me go with you. Please!"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Dad
looked at Jeff then back to me and gave a single nod. He put a hand on my back
and we walked out of the room that had been my prison for the past forty-five
miserable minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Just
as we arrived at a long counter, an older man in a white coat walked out of an
elevator and headed straight for us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">"Mr.
Reese?" the doctor said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Dad
put his hand on my shoulder and nodded. "Yes. Is my daughter going to be
all right?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Sorrow
filled the older man's eyes as he gestured with a hand for us to return to the
waiting room. I didn't want to go back in there. Nothing good would happen if I
went back in that room. Where was Charlie?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Dad
choked back a sob and wiped at his face with one hand as he took my hand with
the other. I had never seen him look so broken before. What had happened? I
didn't understand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">As
the doctor talked to my family and Charlie's family, the buzzing grew fierce in
my ears. I missed words, sentences, whole paragraphs as the man explained what
happened, only catching things like 'vehicle accident', 'still in surgery',
'Charlie', 'Chandler', 'pray' and 'injuries too extensive'. My head shot up and
my vision blurred when the doctor said, "I'm sorry. We did everything we
could. Sara didn't make it. She is… she is dead."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Sara didn't make it. She is dead. Sara
didn't make it. She is dead.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I
needed Charlie.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I hope I didn't lose you at YA, because Charlie's story is anything but ordinary. First, I'm going to tell you my plan, and then I'll let you have a sneak peek into Charlie's world. Today is release day, and the reviews from the ARCs I sent out are rolling in, so if you don't believe me, go check them out for yourself.<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">The Plan:</span></div>
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<b>Becoming Charlie - Part One</b></div>
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<b>Becoming Charlie - Part Two</b></div>
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<b>Becoming Sean - Part One</b></div>
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<b>Becoming Sean - Part Two</b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Prologue<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Mental
pain is a real thing.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>In
most cases, when mental pain is triggered, the brain sends signals to the
heart, causing it to contract so fiercely that it pulls the tendons and nerves—the
heartstrings—that support the most important muscle in the human body.
Sometimes these tendons snap, causing an intense, physical reaction. Most of
the time, this type of pain stays in the chest area, settling in around the
heart, making the individual who is experiencing it hyperventilate or feel extreme
discomfort. Instances that might cause this to happen are getting your heart
broken, losing a friend, loved one or pet, witnessing or hearing about
something horrible or even reading a good ugly-cry book.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>There
is another type of mental pain that is so much worse. The type of mental pain
I'm referring to is so severe and traumatic that, almost immediately after the
mind registers what happened, it starts to shut down as a defense, and in some
cases blacks out and causes the person to forget what took place, a condition also
known as amnesia. Numbness and/or bouts of anger usually occur when this
happens. Some triggers for this type of mental pain are losing a child,
accidentally killing someone, being a victim of rape or PTSD (Post Traumatic
Stress Disorder), to name just a few.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b>I suffer from the second one. Or maybe I should
say that I used to suffer from the second one. The day Sean Reese walked into
my life was the day I started to heal and live again. My name is Charlie Mason.
If you have a little while, I'd like to tell you my story.</b></span><br />
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After eighteen-year-old Carrie Jacobson discovers she was a witch in a previous life, she seeks to reawaken that part of her soul. With the help of an eccentric enchantress and a boy who is more than he seems, Carrie succeeds and is spellbound by the memories of her life in Europe during the 1600s as a powerful witch named Isadora. Carrie reverts to her bewitching, more volatile form and sets out to break a curse she cast long ago on her coven. </div>
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Tangled Roots can be read as a standalone novel. I wrote it for the fans of the Beyond the Eyes trilogy because a lot of them are fond of Carrie and Tree, who are the two main characters in this tale. Besides, their story adds to the trilogy, where it’ll take you deeper into the rabbit hole. </div>
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Beau Shapiro has spent his whole life being called gorgeous, handsome, sexy… every word imaginable to describe his outer appearance. But despite his popularity, he never once lets it all go to his head. He’s holding out for that one girl that has it all—beauty and personality. </div>
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Now an international bestseller. Fans of Twilight and Interview with the Vampire will enjoy this paranormal adventure that spans the centuries. On her sixteenth birthday, Madison Greene inherits a huge mansion house… but the house hides a secret. Eighteen-year-old Alexandre lives in 19th century Paris. Spoilt and bored, he longs for adventure, but he should be careful what he wishes for. Madison and Alexandre’s lives are about to collide… Falling in love has never been so dangerous.</div>
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Eternal Island is a paranormal suspense novel, deeply rooted into myth. Vampires and magic form a unique backdrop to a love story with long-reaching consequences.</div>
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Human girl Ariana Lochalan finds herself transported from the relative calm of her ‘Nowhere, Arkansas’ life into a diametrically opposite existence when she discovers she is a powerful witch and meant to wed High Vampire of Eternal Island, Abe Cambridge. Despite first-sight magnetism, the two protagonists are being pushed apart, obstacles tripping them at every step, outside forces interfering and threatening their peace, and ultimately their lives.</div>
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A world rich in magic and intrigue, Eternal Island is the first installment of a saga which has love at its core and delves through the mire that is human nature in a turmoil of feeling and emotion.</div>
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Would courage, resilience and love be enough to bring together two soul mates?</div>
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How much would you sacrifice to save the one who owns your heart?</div>
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Gabby survives her ex-boyfriend’s brutal attack, only to be ripped away from her life by a complete stranger. She is thrown into the world of Immortals, where every nightmare out there exists and walks free. She can’t deny her attraction to this stranger, Neeko, but he must earn her trust before she will ever let him into her heart. Can she learn to love again? Will love be enough, or will everything come crashing down?</div>
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Neeko sees Gabby and immediately knows she is someone special. He makes a rash decision to kidnap her, because he can’t stop thinking about her. Now he must somehow prove to her that she is his mate and his soul’s other half. How can he have a human for a mate? Can he keep her safe from Demons? Or is he her biggest threat? </div>
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When the missing pieces fall into place to reveal all their secrets, will they stand together or apart?</div>
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Uriel is one of God's Four Winds, the Archangel of Destiny. He has helped thousands of people throughout the ages find their destiny according to His will. This time however, what he doesn't realize, is that it's his own destiny he's supposed to fulfill. </div>
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Heather is an exotic dancer, whose stage name is Heaven. It's not what she's always wanted to do, but it helps her pay the bills, and she's got a lot of bills, with taking care of her mother and her sister. When the mysterious Uriel comes into the club, she can tell he's different -- just how different will rock her world...</div>
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Kendra Larkin had everything going in the right direction. Her life was seemingly perfect, and she wouldn't have changed a thing about it. Unfortunately, the course of her life was about to be forever altered. A tragic rappelling accident lands her on Dr. Adam Chamberlain's operating table. </div>
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She agrees to a deal proposed by a guardian angel to help save the soul of the man who is both her doctor and soulmate. If she is successful, she gets to keep her life. However, she later learns that it isn't just her life that's in jeopardy, but her soul as well. </div>
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Even with the help of her handsome guardian angel, Rhyan, it seems there is no happy ending in sight. Torn between her newly discovered love of Rhyan, and the undeniable attraction she has for Adam, Kendra finds herself at a crossroad. With Adam's steadfast rejection of God, and his guardian demon conspiring against her, she fears her soul may already be lost. </div>
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Will she find a way to overcome the evil her life is suddenly burdened with? Or will Adam's guardian demon win both their souls and make Kendra his own personal puppet in Hell?</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Snow-Crystals-Kendra-Hale-ebook/dp/B00GXK3D3W" target="_blank">THE SNOW CRYSTALS</a> — <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kendra-Hale/e/B00GXXUVNE" target="_blank">Kendra Hale</a></span></div>
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They glittered and sparkled in the soft white light of the full moon. They came slowly at first, then built up momentum. Like confetti tossed over a bride and groom at a wedding, the most perfect snow crystals fluttered and danced on the gentle breeze and descended on and around him. Instinctively, he knew that something magical had happened tonight. </div>
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The lives of best friends and cousins, Aidan and Donald, are largely successful in all but love. A Christmas shopping trip turns awry when a disturbed stalker latches onto them. Will they be able to escape her clutches and find real love, or will a woman with murder on her mind kill them both? </div>
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Snow Crystals is a sweet romance with a paranormal touch, which takes the reader along on the trail of a mystery set in one of the most picturesque landscapes in Britain: the Cotswolds. Written in a no-nonsense voice, with beautiful descriptions, an addictive cast of characters and a light hint of thriller, this book would be a perfect trip down memory lane or for those who love stories set in England.</div>
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Henry Ian Darling is a collector of oddities, those that bring him closer to an enigma, one he hopes will be a great thing. But maybe it isn't? </div>
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What is the significance of what Henry Ian Darling found in the boot of a car? And how did his wife know of the event? How could anyone be cruel enough to do such a thing? </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mary-Hades-Sarah-Dalton-ebook/dp/B00K23CWYW" target="_blank">MARY HADES</a> — <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sarah-Dalton/e/B004S7FQE6" target="_blank">Sarah Dalton</a></span></div>
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Not many seventeen year old girls have a best friend who’s a ghost, but then Mary Hades isn’t your average teenager. </div>
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Scarred physically and mentally from a fire, her parents decide a holiday to an idyllic village in North Yorkshire will help her recover. Nestled in the middle of five moors, Mary expects to have a boring week stuck in a caravan with her parents. Little does she know, evil lurks in the campsite… </div>
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Seth Lockwood—a local fairground worker with a dark secret—might be the key to uncovering the murky history that has blighted Nettleby. But Mary is drawn to him in a way that has her questioning her judgement. </div>
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Helped by her dead best friend and a quirky gay Goth couple, Mary must stop the unusual deaths occurring in Nettleby. But can she prevent her heart from being broken? </div>
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The first in a series of dark YA novels, Mary Hades follows on from the bestselling Kindle Single 'My Daylight Monsters'. A spine-tingling tale with romance, readers will be shocked and entertained in equal measure. </div>
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With some scenes of horror and some strong language, this book is best suited for readers aged fifteen and up.</div>
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28 year old writer, Vanessa Fortney, has travelled the world, living life to the fullest. When she comes home due to the unexpected death of her only blood relatives, she only has one regret; never finding a love that triumphs all others. </div>
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In a beautiful valley in the Rocky Mountains, Nessa finds herself wondering about a mysterious stranger who saved her after a nearly disastrous car accident. The mystery that surrounds Daniel is quickly replaced by the increasing attraction Nessa feels for him. </div>
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Will she find that love that transcends all love or will an unforeseen tragedy keep them apart?</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">ENCOUNTER — <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cherime-MacFarlane/e/B00EP24SZW" target="_blank">Cherime MacFarlane</a></span></div>
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She never picks berries in the patch behind the cabin. That place almost makes her skin crawl. The old cabin has been in her family for generations. There is a mystery about the place the elders never said much about. All she knows it that a young couple living there vanished without a trace. </div>
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Cael Sheridan may be arrogant and mysterious, but he's also undeniably gorgeous. A member of a secret society, he is sworn to protect the woman he believes to be the daughter of his recently murdered mentor. In the process, he finds it impossible to resist her magnetic sensuality, complicating his efforts to shield and guide her as she learns to manage her newly acquired skills.</div>
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A powerful woman, an extraordinary man, and a murderous maniac who wants to destroy them. Fate has brought them together, but will it make them stronger or destroy them all in the end?</div>
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Nicholas comes up behind me. His breath on my neck sending chills through my body, causing my breasts to perk instantly. He gently runs his hands from my shoulders down to my panties, which is all I have left on, kissing my neck as he goes. </div>
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He leaves a trail of kisses down my back and on my ass as he guides my panties to the floor. His hands explore familiar territory; as one cups my left breast, massaging it, and tugging lightly on the nipple, the right hand is busy kneading my sex and running his hand back and forth through my folds. </div>
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I don’t bother to go to the bathroom for my birth control. I just enjoy the pleasure of my husband. He gently leads me to the bed. “Can you get on your hands and knees, Baby?”</div>
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<a href="http://rebekkahford.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Rebekkah Ford</span></a> grew up in a family that dealt with the paranormal world. Her parents Charlie and Geri Wilhelm were the directors of the UFO Investigator's League in Fairfield, Ohio. They also investigated ghost hauntings and Bigfoot sightings in addition to extraterrestrial cases. Growing up in this type of environment and having the passion for writing stories is what drove Rebekkah at an early age to write tales dealing with the paranormal world. Her fascination with the unknown is what led her to write the Beyond the Eyes trilogy and Tangled Roots.</div>
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Rebekkah resides in rural North Dakota, in a farming community of about 1,800 and loves where she lives. She has an irreverent sense of humor, adores coffee, and yummy food makes her happy. She loves books, history, antiques, animals, connecting with her fans and other authors, and watching her favorite TV shows.</div>
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Rene believes that all fiction is based on some form of reality—otherwise we would never have the inspiration or knowledge to dream up the realistic situations we portray with our words. She is proud to say that her personal experiences have been inspirational, though perhaps not always identical to that of her fictional characters. Where reality and fantasy diverge, however, must remain her little secret…</div>
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/author/kshaigwood" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Kristie Haigwood</span></a> (a.k.a. K. S. Haigwood) is currently writing her 8th novel. She lives in Arkansas, US. She is the mother of 2 awesome kids and 2 great dogs. She is happily married to her soulmate who thinks reading is a solid waste of time. Opposites attract. Kristie’s works include Save My Soul, Hell’s Gift, Good Side of Sin, Forbidden Touch, Accepting the Moon, Eternal Island, Eternal Immortality, Eternal Illusion. The Last Assignment, My Sweet Purgatory, Midnight Moonrising & Eternal Innocence are all coming very soon.</div>
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ella-Medler/e/B007FVQTFW" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Ella Medler</span></a> is a U.K. author, editor and publisher who lives in a corner of Heaven, on the south-west coast of Ireland, overlooking the Atlantic. She writes fiction in many genres - some after her own tastes, and some to make her readers happy. Sometimes, those two happen to coincide. Besides the Eternal series, her works include the clumsy superhero Martin Little series, the Hunter action thriller series, the Addicted to Love romance collection (stand alone romantic suspense), the Lionheart Series of contemporary romance and the Fly With Me time-travel romance series. Ella also writes non-fiction how-to guides for writers, available for free from the Paper Gold Publishing website.</div>
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For <a href="https://thewestcountryishome.wordpress.com/about/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Kendra Hale</span></a>, who has lived in Canada, the USA and on the European Continent, Great Britain, or the UK, will always be home. Her love for the UK is apparent in The Snow Crystals, and her other/future books, which are all set here. Kendra’s knowledge and life-long interest in the world of antiques, collectibles and such, finds its way into her writing. She writes fiction in different genres.</div>
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Sarah mainly writes speculative fiction for a Young Adult audience and has had pieces of short fiction published in the <i>Medulla Literary Review, PANK</i> magazine and the British Fantasy Society publication <i>Dark Horizons</i>. She is the author of the popular YA dystopia series <i>The Blemished</i>, Amazon bestselling YA horror series <i>Mary Hades</i>, and YA fantasy series <i>White Hart</i>.</div>
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorCherimeMacFarlane" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Cherime MacFarlane</span></a>: Born in New Orleans, I am proud to call myself an Alaskan. I have lived here for 38 years, I have seen -40 degrees, hauled water, made bear bacon and still live in a cabin. I have used a fishwheel to catch salmon coming up the Copper River. I have cut firewood on shares and worked as a cocktail waitress during pipeline days in a small lodge on the Richardson Highway. I was my second husband's chief mechanic's helper and roadie.</div>
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My second husband, a Scot from Glasgow, was the love of my life. When I write Scots dialect, I personally experienced hearing it from my in-laws. When my husband got on the phone to Scotland, after 5 seconds I could barely understand a word.</div>
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We moved to Wasilla to get warm. It barely drops past -25 degrees here in the winter. I became a paralegal and worked for over 26 years for the same firm. Thousands of documents I have written have been before various judges all over the state.</div>
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Alaska is my home. I never thought I would love it so much I’d never want to leave. The beauty of Alaska is a draw I cannot resist. I love the people and the history. I have been captured by a place I came to under duress. Life does play some interesting tricks on one. I lost my first husband to alcohol. My second husband, the love of my life, died as a result of disease. We were not apart more than 24 hours for 20 plus years. I never wanted to be anywhere but with him. He was a man to run the river with and was my biggest fan.</div>
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She loves those days when she gets to sit around in her sweat pants, doing nothing but writing emotionally charged stories about love and violence and drinking coffee. </div>
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<strong><em>Prophet of the Badlands</em> , The Awakened </strong><strong>(#1) </strong></div>
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<strong>by Matthew S. Cox</strong></div>
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<strong>Publisher: Curiosity Quills</strong></div>
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<strong>Genres: Adult, Cyberpunk, Science Fiction, Post-Dystopian</strong></div>
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<strong>Release date: April 26, 2015</strong></div>
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<strong>For most twelve year olds, being kidnapped is terrifying. For Althea, it’s just Tuesday.</strong>
<strong>Her power to heal the wounded and cleanse the sick makes her a hunted commodity in the Badlands, a place devoid of technology where the strong write the law in blood. For as long as she can remember, they always come, they always take her, and she lets them. Passed around in an endless series of abductions, she obeys without question―mending those who killed to own her.</strong>
<strong>After three whole months in the same village, the affection of a young warrior makes her feel almost like a member of the tribe rather than a captive. Her brief joy shatters when raiders seize her yet again; for the first time in six years, being stolen hurts.</strong>
<strong>A reluctant escape sends her wandering, and she realizes her gift is a prize that causes as much death as it prevents. Her attempt to return to the tribe leaves her lost and alone, hounded at every turn. When a family who sees her not as the Prophet―but as a little girl―takes her in, she finds the courage to use her power to protect those she loves.</strong>
<strong>A strange man from a world beyond her imagining tests her newfound resolve, seeking to use her power to further his own agenda. Tired of being property, her freedom boils down to one question:</strong>
<strong>Can Althea balance the sanctity with which she holds all life against the miserable truth that some people deserve to die?</strong></blockquote>
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<span style="color: black;">Title: <strong>THE EMANCIATION OF LOVE</strong> (Monster, #2)</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Author: Mary E. Palmerin</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Genre: Dark Erotic Romance</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Release Date: June 26, 2015</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I am a monster. A sexual deviant.A gorger for pain. I am Worthless William Welch.</span>
<span style="color: black;">But I am hers…</span>
<span style="color: black;">Ten years since Welch has seen Gwendolyn he finds himself in Portland, the same city they were supposed to live together; just two bloody lovers against the ghastly ways of the world. But that isn’t how their story would pan out and Welch troubles himself everyday with memoirs of the only one that will have his heart.</span>
<span style="color: black;">His sweet, sweet girl. Fiery Gwendolyn is gone and he is alone with nothing to occupy him except memories.</span>
<span style="color: black;">As he tries to grasp onto the recollections while simultaneously forgetting the pain he was bathed in for so long, he searches for a woman that will give him the agony he so desperately craves. You know what they say… be careful what you wish for.</span>
<span style="color: black;">As Welch pushes an unlikely woman to the brink, he is surprised at her eagerness as she gives him what he longs for. Punishment, pain, and pleasure. He becomes enveloped by the demons of his past, the torment of his current, and the ghost in his mind that he refuses to part from.</span>
<span style="color: black;">Reverted back to the dysfunctional little boy who obeys, Welch finds himself in a disastrous cycle while the edge of goodness is within reach. Will it be too late for him to find love before he breaks himself down to a point of no return?</span>
<span style="color: black;">**Graphic content warning including sexual degradation, emotional abuse, adult situations, and unconventional sexual practices that are intended for mature audiences only. Not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen. Reader discretion is highly advised.***</span>
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Gwendolyn vs. the Band of Barren Hearts (Monster, #1)</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><strong><em>Monsters. They don’t hide in your nightmares. They steal you away from the good life and prevent you from living your dreams.</em> </strong></span>
<span style="color: black;">That’s where 17-year-old Gwendolyn Fitzpatrick found herself; surrounded by wicked fiends after everything she thought she had was gone in the blink of an eye. She was shuffled away with one bag of memories miles away to a pair of foster parents that hardly had her best interests at hand. Forced to obey and listen to her caregiver’s commands, Gwendolyn buries her old self and focuses on the pain to become one of them.</span>
<span style="color: black;">A monster herself to seek vengeance.</span>
<span style="color: black;">While yearning for her teeming point to come, Gwendolyn starts to connect with another 17-year-old foster boy living with her who calls himself Welch. Just when Gwendolyn starts to feel faith splice its way through the venom of pain, the connection she has with Welch is put in jeopardy as the harshness gets worse with each passing day.</span>
<span style="color: black;">Will the two tattered spirits make it out alive?</span>
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<span id="freeTextContainerauthor7576313" style="color: black;">Mary E. Palmerin is 27 years old and resides in Indiana. She is married, has two small boys and usually has her nose in a good book when she isn't writing. She has been writing since she was a young girl, scribbling fairy tales down on notebook paper, creating poetry through her teen years, and many shorts in between, all of which she has kept. Mary enjoys telling tales that are both raw and real, seeing it as a gift to be able to evoke various emotions from her readers.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">She enjoys spending time with her family and friends, traveling, anything outdoors, relaxing by the pool with a good piece of literature, red wine, coffee, tattoos, and HEA!</span>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Chapter 1<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lost
in thought, Abe ran a loving hand over Ariana's swelling belly, then grinned
when she stirred from sleep and blinked lazily up at him. Wrapping his mind
around that – not only had she been his wife for over three months, but was
also carrying his child – was too much of a dream come true, one he never wanted
to wake up from.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Good
afternoon, Mrs. Cambridge. It's fifteen after one."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Nuzzling
closer to him, Ariana yawned and let her eyes drift shut. "Five more
minutes."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He
snickered against her hair and then kissed her forehead. "Take all the
time you need, baby, but I have a feeling Becky and Janie will—"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Quick
and persistent tapping on the chamber door cut off his words and had him
rolling his eyes in irritation.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"—knock
on the door soon," he finished through a clenched jaw, his mood swiftly
turning sour at the lack of private time the island's residents allowed him to
have with his wife. "I can kill them, you know. Nobody will find their
bodies. I swear it. Did I ever tell you that I'm a shark whisperer?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ariana
giggled as she pushed against his body, and when he tried to grab her, she
threw a pillow in his face and scrambled out of bed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He
fell back to his own pillow, defeated. "We are going on vacation. No cell
phones. No knocks on the door—unless it's room service—and, best of all, no
distractions."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Laughing
as she opened the door, Ariana greeted her friends with a hug and took the
coffee Janie held out with a sigh and a gracious smile. "I love both of
you so much."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Abe
huffed as he glared at them. "You just saw them yesterday. And you don't
need that caffeine; it's bad for the baby."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ariana
took a long sip and winced as the heat bit her tongue. "The only thing
that's bad for the baby is my blood pressure going up when his or her father
fusses over me too much."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Abe
blanched, and started to throw back the comforter to go to her, but thought
better of it once he caught sight of Becky and Janie looking at him. Unlike
Ariana, he hadn't dressed after making love the night before.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He
exhaled in relief as he studied the growing smirk on his wife's face. She was
the only one who could, quite literally, drop him to his knees with only a few
words. He kept waiting for the spell she had him under to wear off, but with
each day that passed, he had only grown more mesmerized by her charm.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Abe
raised an eyebrow. "Come here, devil woman."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Abe,"
Becky said, laughing. "There's no time—er… take all the time you need,
Your Highness," she said quickly, when his mouth flattened into a thin
line and his teal eyes locked on her, daring her to say one… more… word.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He
would burn that damn clinic to the ground before he would allow anyone to take
even one more minute with her away from him. She already worked too many hours
as it was. It had started out being only five, but then had swiftly moved up to
six, then seven. He had drawn a line at eight, but, more times than not, Ariana
stayed at the clinic up to ten hours, even against his wishes and constant
phone calls.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He
tore his piercing eyes away from Becky and they softened as he met Ariana's
smile.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She
set the cup down and crawled up on the mattress and into his awaiting arms. She
stared into his eyes as her fingers brushed back the hair hanging over his
ears, reminding him it was time for a trim. That would take all of fifteen
minutes, so what would he do with the other four-hundred-sixty-five minutes she
would be out of his sight?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He
had some ass-chewing to do, that's what, and he was going to do that first.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"I'll
be back before you know it, Abe," she said sweetly, almost convincingly,
but he knew better; she'd been telling him that every day since she’d started
working, and it had never, ever been true.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Even
though he knew arguing would get him absolutely nowhere, he still pleaded his
case. "Stay here," he whispered. "Take the day off. I could use
a little healing myself." He grinned devilishly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The
only answer he got was a small smile and a long kiss. Abe wrapped his arms
around her and pulled her across his body, rolling with her until she was lying
on her back and he was looking down at her beautiful face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He
knew she wouldn't concede to his wishes today, but that wouldn't stop him from
trying. He had faith that one day she would.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Sunset,
Ariana. Please. I have something I want to show you."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She
laughed. "I just bet you do."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He
tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear and softly kissed her lips.
Lingering a breath away, he spoke so only she could hear. "It's sort of
important and special. It's been in the works for several years, but it's almost
complete now. I didn't want to mention it until Roger said you could see it. He
sent me a text last night, but you were too exhausted after work, so I didn't
say anything. I don't think I can keep from telling you what it is until your
next day off, so please don't overwork yourself today, and try to get out of
there by eight." He paused for a moment. "And eat light for supper;
I'm taking you out afterward."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ariana's
eyes narrowed to thin slits, but there was amusement in them that she couldn't
hide behind her fake anger. "You know how much I hate surprises."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Abe
knew she could have searched his thoughts in one instant, so he quickly rifled
through his memory for the lyrics of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Mary
Had A Little Lamb</i>, just in case. Mindreading was one witchy trait that
could be both a blessing and a curse, but thankfully Ariana tried not to use it
too often. For that, he was grateful. It was bad enough that he couldn’t keep
his hands off his wife for more than five minutes. Keeping his thoughts off her
would be downright impossible.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He kissed
her quick and moved away, so she could get up and ready for work. The quicker
she left, the quicker he could let out his aggression on someone who couldn't
paralyze his vocal chords. "You'll like this one. I promise it won't
embarrass you."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Can
we come?" Janie asked, the petite girl nearly jumping up and down at
hearing about something new and exciting on the island.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Abe
chuckled. "Yeah, you can come. Bring someone, if you like," he said,
knowing that Janie had been spending quite a bit of time lately with Ryan from
maintenance, and would more than likely want to bring him along. It was killing
Lance to see her with the guy, but since he had been the one who let her go,
there wasn't a whole hell of a lot he could do about it but mope.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Who
else is going?" Becky asked with a sneer.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Abe
shrugged nonchalantly, but he knew she was inquiring whether Will, his brother,
was going to be there, and possibly be with Katrista, the girl who had flown to
the island on the back of a minion from Hell under the orders of Apollyon, the
demon who damn near took Ariana away from him in more than one way.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Just
thinking about that night made him want to wrap Ariana in the tight cocoon of
his arms and never let her out of his sight, but that had been almost three
months ago, and they hadn't seen or heard from the guy since his descent back
into Hell. Gloria, their personal guardian angel, was checking in on a regular
basis, but she hadn't sensed any evil hanging around the island, either. It was
still a struggle to relax, but Abe knew how Ariana hated to be smothered, so he
forced his worry from his features, for her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"I'm
not sure, Becky, but if you think I'm going to tell my brother he can't go just
because you'll be there, then you don't know me very well." He ignored the
hurt look in her eyes and slapped Ariana's butt when she crawled over him to
get out of bed. He chuckled when she yelped.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">After
hearing the shower come on, he looked back to the two girls standing in the
middle of his bedroom. "Would the two of you mind leaving? I'm about to go
shower with my wife, and Ariana threw my boxers across the room last night."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He
smiled as the two girls immediately avoided eye contact, their faces turning a
bright shade of pink in embarrassment at being in the same room with their
naked king.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Go
on. Ariana will call you when she's ready to leave. I can't promise you'll be
on time for work, so you may want to leave without her." He stopped and
huffed when they only stood there with sullen expressions. "What? She
isn't yours; she's mine. Go!"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tripping
over their feet, both girls turned and ran for the door.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">With
a smile on his face, Abe threw back the cover and jogged to the bathroom. He
could only see the top of Ariana's wet head, leaned back into the steamy shower
spray, eyes closed as she basked in the warmth of the water. He tiptoed around
the tiled wall that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom, and had
her in his arms before she even opened her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ariana
smiled as he touched his lips to hers, and Abe noticed that he couldn't fit his
body flush to hers any longer, not with his young growing so rapidly within her
womb.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He
ran one hand over the soft skin of her belly and pulled her mouth to his with
his other by the nape of her neck. A low moan escaped her mouth and he drank in
the ecstasy like a wino who had just found a forgotten bottle of
eighty-year-old wine in the cellar.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She
gasped for air when he released her mouth to devour her neck and that little
spot below her ear she loved for him to kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Abe,"
she panted. "I'm going to be late for work."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">An
approving growl rumbled from his chest as her hands slid down to his hips.
"Damn right, you are. I told Becky and Janie to go on without you, that
you would be there when you damn well got there."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She
laughed against his mouth when he claimed ownership once again. "You are
such a king."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lowering
his head to explore more of what she had to offer him, he looked from one
tempting mound to the other, and finally decided to take the left rosy nub
between his lips and softly massage the other with his hand. Decisions,
decisions. It was a tough job being a man in love. He often thought he needed
at least one extra mouth. Wondering vaguely whether Ariana might be able to
witch it on his body, somewhere, he focused on the task in hand.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ariana's
lips parted, and he smiled when a rush of pleasurable sounds echoed off the
walls of the bathroom.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">With
his other hand free, he ran his long fingers over the cheek of her ass, down
the back of her thigh and pulled her right knee up to his hip. He wasn't
worried about her getting off balance and falling. He had her. He had all of
her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">His
head jerked up and he crushed his mouth on hers just as he slid through the
soft folds of her sex and into his most favorite place to be.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">His
jaw clamped shut and his hand shot out to brace them against the shower wall
when her muscles tightened around his erection. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Yeeees!"
The cry escaped her throat and her nails clawed the skin on his back, but he
pumped into her, keeping a steady rhythm and watching her expression as the
orgasm threatened to rip through her body. "Abe…" she said, winded,
and grabbed his biceps, squeezing the thick muscles and making him grin,
"I—I need…"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"I
know, baby. Just let it go." He jerked his hand from the wall, pulling her
other leg up, and just like a pro, she hooked her ankles at the small of his back
and took all of him. His knees damn near buckled.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Aiming
to get his own release by the time Ariana's climax was over, Abe growled and
quickened his strides. Her body quaked all around him. He was almost there. He
was there.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Take
my vein," Ariana whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Pulling
a bit back from the rush, he blinked the water out of his eyes and looked down
at her in confusion. Sure enough, her head was tilted to the side and her wet
hair was moved away, baring her neck and that throbbing vein to him. He jerked
his head away, trying to ignore the instant bloodlust and the anger that was
quickly boiling up inside him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"No,"
he said shortly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Abe,
please. You need it. I want you to."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He
stopped moving inside her and set her feet on the wet tile. Grabbing a towel
from the hook on the wall, he threw it around his waist, tying it extra tight,
so just maybe it would cut off the circulation in his erection and deflate the
damn thing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Abe!
Where are you going?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Not
now, Ariana." He threw open the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom,
and wasn't a bit surprised to hear she had followed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"What
did I do? I don't understand why you're acting this way. Talk to me, damn
you!" she shouted when he only stood at his closet and shoved hanger after
hanger to the right. Hell, he wasn't even sure what he was looking for.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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stopped and let his arm fall, but didn't turn around. "You know how I feel
about using you as a meeker while you're pregnant. We've had this discussion
before, Ariana. Hell, we've even fought about it a few times, but you don't
seem to understand or maybe you just don't care; I don't know—"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"You
think that I don't care about my child?" she said, and Abe turned around,
the muscles in his jaw doing the same workout they did every time their
conversation led to him feeding from her. "How can you even say
that?" she snapped. "If I felt, in any way, that you taking the
amount of blood from me that you need would hurt the baby, I wouldn't ask you
to do it." She pointed to her chest, and fury burned throughout Abe's bones.
"I know it won't hurt the baby—"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"But
I don't!" he roared, causing her to flinch. He shook his head and reached
into the closet, grabbing a random shirt and a pair of jeans. When he looked
back at her, he was a little calmer, but not much. "I don't know what is
good or what is bad for the baby, Ariana, but I can't imagine taking anything
from you that the baby needs could ever be a good thing. I won't do it."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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ripped the towel away, and to his delight, either the terrycloth or his pissy
mood had done the job, because Mr. Happy wasn't so happy anymore. Without
wasting time going to the dresser for boxers, he just shoved one leg at a time
in the jeans then buttoned and zipped the fly. After throwing the shirt over
his head and pushing his arms through the armholes, Abe finally made his way to
the dresser to grab socks.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Abe,"
Ariana whispered, but he didn't look at her. He couldn't look at her when he
was this mad, especially when it was her that he was mad at. "Abe, look at
me. I have to go to work, and I don't want to leave you upset." He still
didn't say anything.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Abe
put his socks on and located his boots by the bar. Tying the sons of bitches
wasn't going to happen with his hands shaking so badly, so he just shoved his
feet in, grabbed his keys from the bar and headed for the door.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Abe!
Where are you going? The sun is out!"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Go
to work, Ariana. I'll see you later."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He jerked
open the door, then slammed it shut behind him.</span></span></div>
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Luca buried his face in her hair, trying to save his eyesight. Riella was lethal. She would have made a very successful cage fighter.<br />
<br />
“I begged you to leave him alone. I begged you on my knees!”<br />
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“He knew it,” he shouted, trying to still her. “He gave up his life to protect yours.”
She still fought, but he could feel her tiring, grief weighing her down. Deep sobs erupted from her chest, replacing her will to fight.
“Come on.” He pulled her to her feet and towed her into the darkness, farther away from the fire and shootings.
They made it to the last trailer just as he heard the grenade launchers.
“Fuck. We need to run like you’ve never run before. Over to that line of trees. Ready?”
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“No. Wait. I can barely stand up.”
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“Tough. You can complain later. C’mon.”
Luca grabbed Riella’s hand tight in his hand and started for the trees. They ran for their lives, while behind them the campsite turned to churned mud and fire. Trailers and cars alike blew up, and the few people who hadn’t already taken cover ran away into the darkness.<br />
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As soon as they were hidden by the first line of trees, Riella pulled her hand out of his and dug her heels in. “Wait!"
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“Riella, we’re not safe here. We need to get farther in.”<br />
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“I don’t give a shit! You stop and answer me one question, Luca Anziano, or you may as well kill me here and now.”<br />
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Luca stared at her for a split second. Dogged determination was shining in her eyes. Hell of a gene to inherit from her father. Why couldn’t she just have his color eyes, or same shape chin instead?
Riella stood, hands on hips, hair wild and twisting in the wind, outlined against the conflagration that had been her and her people’s home, like some avenging angel come to rid the world of its canker.
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“Luca,” she panted, “when you told me you loved me… I just need to know… Were you lying to me?”<br />
<br />
The metallic whizzing of several simultaneous barrels resonated over the crackling of the fire. Sprays of bullets showered the already destroyed site, catching any stragglers unawares.
“Who the hell sold him a metal storm? The guy’s nuts!”<br />
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“Answer me!”<br />
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“I’ll answer you on the go.”
Luca grabbed her in his arms and ran. The bullets kept coming and Riella was shouting something over the noise, but not loud enough for him to make out individual words. He ran, mind focused on one thing, and one thing only: to get her away from the danger, to make her safe.
The forest floor was uneven, and it would have been difficult terrain even without having to carry a struggling woman in his arms; with her added weight, Luca felt like he was wrenching each step through a vat full of treacle. His thigh muscles burned, his lungs were on fire, but now he could see the road, and parked to the side, the truck in which Karalius must have brought over his arsenal designed to teach Goliath’s people who’s boss.
Escape was in sight.
From in front, someone opened fire, and Luca stumbled. Before he could work out why, he hit the ground and knew no more.
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Want to read more? Find Not Juliet on Amazon here: <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Not-Juliet-Addicted-Romance-Collection-ebook/dp/B00IDC1Q50/" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.co.uk/Not-Juliet-Addicted-Romance-Collection-ebook/dp/B00IDC1Q50/</a>K.S. Haigwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09395297485009347834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193326418559602417.post-64138564024595260382014-07-28T18:27:00.000-07:002014-07-28T18:27:30.079-07:00A GREAT CAUSE<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
Hi, friends! It's been awhile, I know, but I've been super busy with getting those novels written so you can read them! Just this past weekend, I was one of 40 authors in a book signing in Rogers, AR. We had a blast! I met a lot of great writers and readers. I'm exhausted, but it was well worth it! Some of the people I already knew from last year's signing. One of my favorites just happens to be the guy in the photo below, Eric Madden. Go ahead and look. You know you wanna. ;)</div>
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It seems Eric is moving on to bigger and better things, at least for the moment. I was sad to hear the news, but just as happy in my own little way. How can I not be happy for someone who is doing what God has called him to do. I can't. </div>
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Eric needs our help, so listen up. Wait, wait, wait... I'll just let him tell you...</div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Dear Brothers and Sisters, Family and Friends.</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS", sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">“</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Having gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, let us use them: if prophecy, in our proportion</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">to our faith; if service, in our serving; the one who teaches, in our teaching; if to encourage, encourage</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">others; if to give, give generously. If God has given you leadership, take the responsibility seriously, And if</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">you have a gift for showing kindness to others, do it gladly.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS", sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">”</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">I would like to take a moment of your time and fill you in about immediate plans with strong,</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">urgent needs that God has in-store for me this fall. I have been blessed with an amazing opportunity to</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">spread the Gospel and Good news about the Creation of Christ Jesus in the city of Bamako, Mali, in</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Northwest Africa. Time has left no margin to reach and overcome financial support. I am in constant</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">prayer that God</span><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS", sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">’</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">s grace will make this happen. Funds are needed to be met immediately due to the short</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">notice of the departure. For God's will to be done the trip will cost $40 a day coming to $1200/ month.</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">This covers all costs. I pray that you will read on and have an understanding of what I will be doing. If</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">you feel led to support and that God is calling you to help me, I have included how you can contribute.</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">In Bamako, I will have the opportunity to teach English as a second language. Classes are daily which will give me strong foundations to build relationships with those who are not believers and share the Creation of Christ. Being involved with the university, I will be in direct contact with the Professional Class and University Students. This will open doors that God desires for them to come to believe and have a positive influence in their lives. Enhancing their lives with the English language will equip them for opportunities in life that may not have been achievable otherwise: such as career opportunities, strong financial possibilities, relationships, better daily living, and so much more. I look</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">forward to the relationships that I can establish as an American, not only spiritual but with an everlasting friendship.</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">In Bamako, there are over 1.8 million people and less than 2% of them are believers in Christ.</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Many have never had the opportunity to hear about Jesus as the Son of God. Matthew 24:14 says,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS", sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">“</span><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">And</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">hear it; and then the end will come.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS", sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">”</span><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">I am honored to be God</span><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS", sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">’</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">s hands and feet and be able to serve Him bringing Good News to ALL NATIONS.</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">I am enthusiastically looking forward to the plans the Lord has, they are greater than anything I</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">can fathom and have nothing to do with me. As this is a calling that I have been given, there are ways that</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">you can help me. The most important thing you can do for me is PRAY. I will need your prayers</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">to help me fulfill God</span><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS", sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">’</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">s calling, do his work, and carry out the responsibilities that I have been given. Your</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">prayers will play an extremely vital part in my ministry. Among all things I have listed, four are huge</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">----The Lord will use me as He desires to make contribution to His work.</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">----I will have safe travel and good health. (My body will need to make many adjustments.)</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">----God will provide for my expenses.</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">The second way that you can contribute to my calling is financial support. Since I will be in</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Bamako for the better part of 3 months, I will need help raising the funds that are needed. The cost of the</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">trip, including room/board, in-field travel, admin fees and insurance while over there comes to a total of</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">$1200/month. There are a couple ways to which you can contribute towards my expenses. The organization</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"> I will be directly linked through is Envision. Envision is an initiative to connect Millennials to Jesus.</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">They are a part of The Christian and Missionary Alliance. You can make contributions directly to my</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Envision account by Credit card (online or by phone) or by check.</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="PT" style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Check- Make<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></b><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">payable to<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS", sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">“</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">The C&MA</span><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS", sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">”</span><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">and send to:</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">The Christian And Missionary Alliance/Envision Office</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Attn.: Becky Gorton</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="PT" style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">P.O Box 35000</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="PT" style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Colorado Springs, CO 80935-3500</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="PT" style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">MEMO Line:<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS", sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">“</span><span lang="NL" style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Envision-Eric Madden</span><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS", sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">”</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">free number; 866-443-8262.</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">You can also give your contributions via my GracePoint Church. Please make checks payable to</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Grace Point Church, their address is 1201 McCollum Dr, Bentonville, AR 72712.</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Again I want to thank you in advance and apologize for the urgency of the needs. God's timing is perfect</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">even up to the last second. Please if you have any questions you can reach me at 479-212-3903,</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #00009a; font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">maddenericz@gmail.com</span></b><b><span style="color: #00009a; font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Or write me at 1383 Skaggs Hollow Rd, Pineville MO 64856</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">I have faith that by God</span><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS", sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">’</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">s Grace, your prayers and your financial support, my ministry and time</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">spent sharing the gospel and having a positive influence in education will be a profitable one for His</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Kingdom and His Glory. Thank you again for taking this time and for the prayers that I will be needing.</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Sincerely in His Service,</span><span style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="NL" style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Eric Madden</span></div>
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<span lang="NL" style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Please help out a great cause. Anything helps more than you know. </span></div>
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<span lang="NL" style="font-family: Didot, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Thank you and God bless you :)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: start;">Josselyn has just spent the last three months in intense Line of Defense training so she could join Malcolm’s search party. Little did she know the archangels had no intention of letting her bring back into Heaven an angel who had opened a portal between Heaven and Hell, at least not before saving God's creations from the tight grasp of Lucifer first. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: start;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: start;">Three months have passed since the angel Rhyan released nine repented demons from Hell, and now innocent people are dying, but their souls are not going to Heaven. Josselyn's mission is to find the demon responsible for stealing the souls and bring it to justice before Lucifer gains enough power to rise and claim Heaven and earth as his own. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: start;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: start;">Her whole world is shaken when she discovers what tool Lucifer is using to track down the one key to the release of his eternal damnation. Thoros is one half-souled immortal she prayed she would never see again. The ex-Prince of Lust had stolen her heart and crushed it with a cheeky smile. Now, not only is she being forced to put her damaged ego aside and face the only man that has ever hurt her, but she has to work with him in order to complete her assignment. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: start;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: start;">Is she strong enough to keep from falling in love with him again? Or is their love the only thing that can keep Lucifer from getting the one thing he wants most? Heaven.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It ended up being more like twenty-five
minutes before Thoros left his room and started down the grand staircase of the
mansion. His thoughts had drifted to Josselyn, as they always did when he was
alone--or when he wasn't alone--and allowed his mind to wander. The hot spray
of water coming from the showerhead and the steam in the room, along with the
fact that he was naked, made him completely vulnerable and open for sweet
torture from the memory of her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He had caught himself fantasizing that
she was there with him again, and he'd had to immediately turn the water to
cold. Regardless of how much he wanted the female, that always seemed to chase
away any thoughts of her, at least until he could dry off and throw on some
clothes. Then he always rushed to find someone or something to distract him. He
agreed with himself that it was better than locking himself in his bedchamber,
curling into a ball on his bed and crying like a baby. He refused to let the
reality that he would never have her eat him alive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His shaking hand touched the end of the
banister and even he had to admit that the trembling had only gotten worse over
the past few months. He knew he was suffering from withdrawal, and Josselyn
wasn't the only thing he was doing without; it obviously wasn't healthy for a
person with a sex addiction to go without sex for three days, let alone three
months.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The angel had ruined him, and he hated
her for it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">As Thoros walked into the study, he
locked eyes with Baddon, giving the giant a curt nod before finding a seat. His
good friend had been trying to get to the bottom of this for the better part of
the week, but every time he'd suggested doing anything about it, Thoros had
refused to participate, convinced it was just a side effect of something
Abigail's angel had done when getting them released from Lucifer, or maybe it
had something to do with being on Earth, something the humans were doing that
was rubbing him wrong. They were destroying the ozone with their motored
vehicles and the consumption of the tobacco they smoked, willingly. Then again,
it could be something he had done, and that's why he was in this room now, tight-lipped
and itching to turn and run the other way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Thoros cleared his throat and sat in an
empty chair closest to the door, a good twenty feet from the rest of the group
that were willing and waiting to help, and then gave Baddon a do-not-push-me
look when the guy raised an eyebrow at him. They couldn't help unless they
shackled him in silver chains. He wasn't opposed and wouldn't object to the
idea if that's what they suggested needed to happen. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The thought of killing another innocent
human made him want to throw up his last meal. Thinking about that, he realized
he hadn't eaten in days, hadn't even had an urge to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"...do you think, Thoros?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His head shot up and he focused on the
group, all of them staring at him, expecting him to answer a question he hadn't
heard spoken. "I'm sorry. What was that?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Coen stood and gave Thoros a comforting
smile as he walked across the room to him. Thoros eyed the fallen angel with
suspicion, and then immediately felt relief and relaxation when the guy's hands
touched his temples. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Thoros stared up at him with a silly
smile on his face, feeling as if he had just taken a handful of happy pills. "What
did you do to me? I feel great," he muttered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Coen smiled. "In Hell, the royalty
are the only ones that have power besides Lucifer. In Heaven we all had gifts."
He shrugged. "I lost them when I fell, but once I got part of my soul back,
I've discovered some of my gift has returned. I suppose I'm being tested by
God. I cannot say that I blame him. I'm thankful for whatever he allows me to
have."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Just don't get greedy, angel,"
Lameria said with a smirk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Phoebe huffed and everyone looked at
her. "I'm the only one in this house that can't defend myself with magic."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"You're immortal; why do you worry
about defending yourself?" Fallis asked, and then Lameria cut in before
Phoebe had a chance to answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I thought this meeting was about
Thoros, and why he's all of a sudden killing people and looking like shit."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Thoros shot her a puzzled look. "I look
like shit?" he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Have you looked in the mirror this
week?" She rolled her eyes as she looked back to Baddon, mumbling quietly
under her breath. "That's putting it nicely."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Baddon cleared his throat and motioned
with two fingers for Thoros to move closer. "Thoros, why don't you come up
here and join us, so you don't--you know--miss anything vital?" It had
been a request, but Thoros knew Baddon wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer.
And the big son of a bitch could get him down quicker than anyone he'd ever
met.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Thoros glared at Baddon from under his
lashes for only a moment before huffing, then standing and dragging the chair
noisily behind him so he could place it closer to the group.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Baddon continued after Thoros got
situated. "As I said before, I think Lucifer is behind it somehow. He
still has half your soul--"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"He has half of all our souls! Why
am I the only one killing people?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Baddon took in a deep breath and let it
out slowly. "I've thought about that, and I think it's because you were
the first to turn against him after Abigail. I keep waiting for this to affect
the rest of us to confirm my theory, but," he sighed, "it just hasn't
happened yet."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Yeah, that's obvious."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"What's the last thing you remember
about last night?" Damien asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Thoros thought about it for a minute,
his eyebrows drawing together in thought and frustration as he ran the previous
day's events through his head out loud. "I slept until a little after one.
I watched an episode of <i>Maury</i>, and
then <i>Jerry Springer</i>, and then that
show with the doctor that's not really a doctor…" He snapped his fingers.
"He's always trying to help people better themselves with stuff that doesn't
work--"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"<i>Dr. Oz</i>?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Thoros clapped his hands and pointed at
Phoebe. "That's it! <i>Dr. Oz</i>!"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I think he's really a doctor,"
Phoebe replied.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Back to your day, Thoros,"
Baddon interrupted the debate about daytime TV with the loud bass of his voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Thoros leaned forward, letting his
elbows rest on his knees. "Well, that's about all that happened."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Such a sad excuse for a man,"
Lameria retorted in a low voice, but Thoros ignored her jab at his ego.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"So, what happened after you
finished watching TV?" Coen asked. "Think hard. What made you want to
leave the house?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Thoros shrugged again. "I don't
really remember. None of you were here and I got bored, I guess." He sat
there for a minute, and then looked up at the group with wide eyes. "I
remember a guy on a bicycle. He looked to be in his late-twenties or so, short,
dark-brown hair, red t-shirt, blue jeans, and he had a navy blue pack on his
back. I remember he flew by me on the bike with a black Mercedes hot on his
trail. I fleeted to keep up with him. The guy lost his pursuer at a red light,
but I followed him all the way to Caesar's Palace and... that's the last thing
I remember. Then I woke up naked in my bed about an hour ago with a guard
outside my door." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"The guard was necessary--"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I know. I'm not bitching. A
blanket would have been nice, though."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I put one over you, but you were
dressed in the clothes you had on yesterday when I left the room." Baddon
turned his head to the side, and then looked over and glared at Tooka. She
wouldn't meet his gaze. "Uh-huh, well, maybe we need a pet dog instead of
a pet dragon with a crush on Thoros."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Tooka's anger flared and she bared her
pointy teeth at Baddon, and then flew over to land beside Thoros' chair. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Thoros chuckled as he stroked her head
lovingly. "We're not replacing you with a dog, Tooka. And she's not a
dragon, Baddon."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I know what the hell she is! She
was in my damn syde before Murry stole my position!"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Smile still in place, and comforting a
growling Tooka, Thoros responded, "Then you know she isn't a dragon.
Dragons aren't nearly as pretty as kurets are."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Baddon threw his hands up in defeat. "It
doesn't help when you encourage it," he said to Thoros, and then pointed
at Tooka, who only snapped at his finger with her tiny, sharp teeth. "You
pull one more incident like that and I'll put you on a leash outside--"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"She's not a dog, Baddon,"
Thoros snapped as he coddled her. "She's one of us, so cut her some slack,
will ya'? She's not hurting anyone, unlike me. Just leave her alone and let's
get back to the subject of why I'm killing humans."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Yes, let's do that," a female
voice said from the door, and everyone in the room jumped to their feet in
alarm. Baddon steadied Thoros as he began to sway. "Sorry I'm late to the
party. I had more important things to tend to first," Josselyn said, and
gave them a smirk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b>'When Hell Beckons, Even Heaven May Not Be Able To Save Her' The SAVE MY SOUL Series</b></div>
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<b>'Where Vampires Rule, Witches Play, Danger Lurks And Dreams Really Do Come True'</b></div>
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<p style="padding-left: 30px;">On the planet Ernoth the start of an underground movement throws together an unlikely pair: a stubborn Princess, A'ris Brynx, and a lowly wanderer, Krane Hutch. If left to conquer the Dry Lands alone death would be inevitable, but together there is a chance for survival. One is on a mission to save the world - the other on a mission of self-preservation. With so many secrets between them and a price on their heads, will either achieve what they set out to do, or will the journey destroy them both?</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">This character-driven Science Fiction Fantasy is full of intrigue and discovery. Spiked with lies and secrets. Laced with friendships and betrayals. And of course...loss and love.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Hutch and A'ris are coming soon...</strong></em></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><em>Cover art by Deb Rogers</em></p>K.S. Haigwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09395297485009347834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193326418559602417.post-47369748658476184782013-11-24T18:49:00.001-08:002013-11-24T19:00:48.329-08:00Release Day for 'GOOD SIDE OF SIN' Book 3 in the 'Save My Soul' series<h2 style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Josselyn has just spent the last three months in
intense Line of Defense training so she could join Malcolm’s search party.
Little did she know the archangels had no intention of letting her bring back
into Heaven an angel who had opened a portal between Heaven and Hell, at least
not before saving God's creations from the tight grasp of Lucifer first.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Three months have passed since the angel Rhyan
released nine repented demons from Hell, and now innocent people are dying, but
their souls are not going to Heaven. Josselyn's mission is to find the demon
responsible for stealing the souls and bring it to justice before Lucifer gains
enough power to rise and claim Heaven and earth as his own. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Her whole world is shaken when she discovers
what tool Lucifer is using to track down the one key to the release of his
eternal damnation. Thoros is one half-souled immortal she prayed she would
never see again. The ex-Prince of Lust had stolen her heart and crushed it with
a cheeky smile. Now, not only is she being forced to put her damaged ego aside
and face the only man that has ever hurt her, but she has to work with him in
order to complete her assignment.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Is she strong enough to
keep from falling in love with him again? Or is their love the only thing that
can keep Lucifer from getting the one thing he wants most? Heaven.</span><br />
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Excerpt:</h3>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">He shoved another armload full of socks
and t-shirts on top of jeans in a duffel bag, then turned to walk to the
bathroom to retrieve personal hygiene items. He barely glanced up to
acknowledge Isaiah, arms crossed over his chest in a comfortable stance,
leaning on the doorjamb.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">"Going somewhere?" Isaiah
asked coolly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">"As far away from here as I can get,"
he responded from the darkened bathroom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">"You do know there is a meeting
about to begin downstairs, right?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Thoros nodded once as he re-entered the
bedchamber, not bothering to look at the archangel. He tossed the items in the
duffle with the rest of the things he would need for his extended journey. "I
am aware of the meeting. I am also aware that she does not want or need me
there." He looked left then right, and then paused only another brief
moment before zipping the bag closed and tossing it over his right shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Thoros meant to walk through the doorway,
but Isaiah stood upright and blocked the only exit with his body. Well, there
was always the window. He thought about turning and diving through the glass
and wondered briefly if he would clear the cement and land in the water of the
underground swimming pool. The cement would hurt like a bitch. Hell, who was he
kidding? The damn glass would hurt! He knew fleeting wasn't an option. The
angel would have already put a halt on that shit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Letting the pack fall to the floor,
Thoros rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and huffed. "Out of my way, old
man. She made it clear she doesn't want me. If you didn't hear her, I can give
you a recap: it was a whole lot of 'get lost'."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">"Old man? I'll have you know I look
younger than you. Especially as of late. You should exfoliate more, and moisturize."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">"You knew what I meant."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">"That I am thousands of years old?
Yes," Isaiah nodded as his lips pursed together. "I am that. That
also means I probably have a lot of wisdom, and listening to me would more than
likely be in your best interest."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">"Listening to you has done nothing
but piss me off, angel."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">"You have to go with her. You have
to know that it is difficult for her to trust you when she has thought all
along that you've betrayed her."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Thoros' jaw locked down tight and he
spoke through his teeth as anger burst from the depths of his half-soul. "Yeah,
and whose fault was that? You could have told her at any time in the three
months we've spent apart that <i>I</i> was
the one who saved her. That <i>I</i> am the
one she is destined to be with. But no, instead, you were a coward who let her
dream day and night about going in search of the lost angel, a male <i>fate</i> never intended her to be with!"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Isaiah moved out of the way to let him
pass and Thoros jumped at the chance, grabbing his duffle and rushing through
the doorway. "I see. You are just going to take the easy way out? Never
look back? Never see her again?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">"Oh, I'll see her again," he
said, but didn't bother slowing down or looking at the archangel. "I'll
see her every time I close my eyes."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">"She deserves for you to give her
time, Thoros. If you truly love her, then you must know that walking away is
not the answer to your problems."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Thoros froze as his boot landed on the
third step from the bottom of the grand staircase. <i>Love.</i> He allowed himself a moment to think about that word. His
skin flushed hot and his foot slipped to the next step, causing him to lose his
balance and having to reach out for the banister to steady himself. He believed
she was his soulmate and that he wanted to be with her—<i>but love?</i> <i>No. Love</i>? <i>Never. </i>He had never been in love before.
<i>Was this what this horrible feeling was?
And what happened if the one you allowed
yourself to fall in love with didn't love you back? What the hell happens then?</i>
<i>Right. Broken heart. That's what the
horrible feeling was. Fan-fucking-tastic! </i>He had never expected to experience
it before, but he never imagined it would actually hurt. He rubbed at the
center of his chest and fought the hot sting of tears that filled his eyes. He
looked around him, all of a sudden dizzy. Wiping at the sheen of sweat that had
broken on his brow, Thoros swallowed hard and concentrated on calming the
erratic beating of his heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">"Do not give up on her. Your time
will come, son."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">He turned around and looked to the top
of the stairs at Isaiah, blinking the angel into focus. "And what if it never
does?" he whispered around the lump in his throat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">"You will know you tried and will
never have any regrets where she is concerned."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">"I already have regrets where
Josselyn is concerned. I regret ever having met her."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Thoros turned and stumbled down the
remaining steps, and then crossed the foyer and opened the front door. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">"It's
for the best."<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Isaiah didn't respond
to his thought, so he took a step over the threshold and closed the door gently
behind him.</span></blockquote>
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<b><span style="color: white;">SAVE MY SOUL - Book 1 in the 'Save My Soul' series.</span> 4.6/5 star rating</b>
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Kendra Larkin had everything going in the right direction. Her life was seemingly perfect, and she wouldn't have changed a thing about it. Unfortunately, the course of her life was about to be forever altered. A tragic rappelling accident lands her on Dr. Adam Chamberlain's operating table.
She agrees to a deal proposed by a guardian angel to help save the soul of the man who is both her doctor and soulmate. If she is successful, she gets to keep her life. However, she later learns that it isn't just her life that's in jeopardy, but her soul as well.
Even with the help of her handsome guardian angel, Rhyan, it seems there is no happy ending in sight. Torn between her newly discovered love of Rhyan, and the undeniable attraction she has for Adam, Kendra finds herself at a crossroad. With Adam's steadfast rejection of God, and his guardian demon conspiring against her, she fears her soul may already be lost.
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<i>Okay so I'm writing this through tears. Wow, this story was just amazing, especially the ending. That was an ending I wasn't anticipating. The plot always kept me guessing and kept me on the edge of my seat. The concept of the story was unique, so different than what I read all the time. It was refreshing, and truly amazing.
What happens if you woke up to find yourself dying on a hospital bed? What if you couldn't move, couldn't speak, but could hear everything that was occurring? Well that is what happens to 29 year old Kendra who had a bad accident after going rappelling with her friends. Imagine her surprise when being patched up and stitched back together by a doctor, who voice she finds safe and soothing, she hears a voice in her mind. Actually not just one voice, but two of them. Who are they? Well it turns out it is her guardian angel and the guardian angel of the doctor who saved her life. The doctor's guardian angel, Coen, literally makes her an offer she couldn't refuse. He made it so that Kendra lives, even after that tragic accident that was suppose to end her life. But he gives her a task in exchange for her life. Her task? Make the misguided doctor believe in God again. But there is one catch to this. Kendra only has one week to make Dr. Adam Chamberlain believe in God or she loses her soul and dies all over again except this time, permanently. How do you make a man who has given up on God believe again? Especially after a tragic event that caused the doctor to lose his faith in God in the first place. Can love conquer years of resentment and heartbreak? Or will both Kendra's and Adam's souls be lost forever?
Okay, I really loved the idea of putting guardian angels and guardian demons in this book. I never heard of a story like this before, it's a really neat idea if you ask me. Kendra's character in the book made me smile a lot. She was a strong female character who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to speak her mind. But not only is she brave and outspoken, she is also sweet and caring. She surprised me so much in this book with her generosity and kind actions. She was a character that many girls and women can relate to. I personally hope I can be something like Kendra one day. And the doctor in the story? I have one word to describe him: Amazing! Adam was what I expected him to be: sweet, remote, misguided but overall he was loyal to the end. His stubbornness added to his character and I think he was the perfect man for Kendra. Even Rhyan, Kendra's guardian angel, will always have a place in my heart as well. He was so funny in the book and very charming. The emotion and love he shows to Kendra made me want to cry and give him a hug. His character added something unique to this book. Overall, an amazing book! I highly recommend this book to everyone who enjoys a great story with amazing characters.
Some of my favorite quotes from the book:
"I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to myself."
"Don't do that, people will think you're crazy."
"You better watch it, Ms. Larkin, Ashley's looks will break that nice camera of yours." her boyfriend joined in with the cruel laughter. I started to speak, but Adam beat me to it. "If it made it through your shots, the camera will be just fine after Ashley's session."
"Are you going to tell me the reason I can't stop looking at you?"
"Love conquers all evil. Don't judge a book by its cover. Everything happens for a reason and ... If you haven't found your soul mate yet, don't ever, ever give up hope; he or she is out there somewhere." - Joc</i>
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<b><span style="color: white;">HELL'S GIFT - Book 2 in the 'Save My Soul' series.</span> 4.8/5 star rating</b>
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Depression consumes the guardian angel, Rhyan, after his human charge chooses her soulmate over him. Filled with anger and despair, he lashes out. And when his hate-filled words land him neck-deep in Hell, he realizes he's gone too far. He expects trouble, but not to discover his own soulmate in the fiery depths. Abigail is there with good reason, but she's done her time, and in order to save them both, Rhyan must strike a deal with the Devil. The stakes are higher than ever before, with his soul, his friends and even the fate of Heaven and Earth in jeopardy. If he fails, Rhyan stands to lose more than he ever feared. Will true love be denied? It will take everything he's got to break down the traps Lucifer puts in his way. New lines are drawn and old scores are settled, and Rhyan is in for the fight of his life. With Abigail as the prize, and humanity in the balance, he will stop at nothing to claim...Hell's Gift.</blockquote>
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<i>Hell’s Gift is the second novel in the Save My Soul series, yet a standalone story, just like the first. You can read my review of book one, Save My Soul, here. A completely original idea for a fantasy romance, this book is a huge accomplishment on so many levels.
For a start, there’s a lot of story within those pages, and not one word of that is useless waffle. The action starts on page one and finishes with the last sentence. What made it more interesting for me was the frequent change of environment. Most of the action takes place in Hell, but it’s not the sort of Hell you would have imagined. I won’t tell you how it’s different, just trust that it is. Sometimes it’s better, often it’s worse, and the pain is not necessarily physical.
Rhyan’s trials are imaginative, and the secondary plots developed enough to allow us a glimpse into the psyche of many of the demons and fallen angels that populate the upper classes of this incredibly rich world. There are minions and beasts, love and hate, fear and debauchery – you’ve really got to read it and see for yourself.
Characterisation is one of K.S. Haigwood’s strongest points. Rhyan, a depressed guardian angel, is very well developed, his voice clear and easily identifiable throughout the story. You can understand his predicament – who doesn’t know the feeling of unrequited love? – and you can almost foresee his reactions. But. There’s always a but, with this author, because K.S. Haigwood can deliver enough twists and turns to turn a tornado on its head. Just as you think you’ve figured where the story is going next, she’s duped you again. Rhyan grows through his experiences and, in the background, you can see a few cracks beginning to appear in the personalities of secondary characters, too. Each one gets what they deserve, even if it’s just another chance to prove themselves.
I loved the story and the idea behind it. Love conquers all is the message in many books, but you rarely see it as challenged and as humorised as here. Take this short dialogue, for example:
“Which direction should I go?” I said to both Pogo and Malcolm.
“North,” Pogo replied.
“South,” Malcolm said.
“West it is, then,” I said, and stepped out into the acid blizzard.
The whole novel is littered with good chuckle moments, and even in the darkest hour, the thinnest hint of a silver lining is still visible among the clouds.
I wholeheartedly recommend reading this book. Shock therapy for body and soul, delivered at a hundred miles an hour with the humor and charisma of a trendsetter, Hell’s Gift is certain to be hailed the new wonder-drug to cure all ills. No one is perfect, and this books shows you why you don’t have to be. Get ready to laugh, cry and most of all feel your way through this addictive story. Kristie Haigwood is a skilled sorceress of the fantasy world. Five very well-deserved stars for this effort. - E Medler</i>
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<a href="http://twitter.com/kshaigwood">http://twitter.com/kshaigwood</a>K.S. Haigwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09395297485009347834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193326418559602417.post-34903631498652211812013-05-01T08:24:00.001-07:002013-11-24T18:47:16.819-08:00Cover Reveal for Book 3, Dying To Return, by Trish Marie Dawson<h2 style="text-align: center;">
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<strong>Dying to Return is the 3rd book in the Young Adult Fantasy The Station Series. </strong>Piper Willow's adventure in the afterlife continues as she struggles to discover who she is and what is expected of her. Faced with decisions that could change everything, she must weigh her desire to be with the ones she has come to love, or satisfy her curiosity and find out what lies beyond her world with someone new. What Piper experiences and the choices she makes could not only alter the delicate inner workings of the Station, but the delicate balance that Piper has managed to maintain inside herself. In the end, will it all be worth it?
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I twirl the fabric napkin on my lap while considering the question carefully. "I think I just wanted that life to be over." I feel the tears building up in my eyes as my voice drops to just above a whisper, "Some people call it Heaven, a better place after life. I didn't care about Heaven or Hell, I just wanted out."</div>
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<p style="text-align: center;">K.S. Haigwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09395297485009347834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193326418559602417.post-79112826571848618252013-04-01T07:44:00.000-07:002013-04-01T07:44:46.342-07:00Release of 'Lucius: The Fallen' by Tara S. Wood & Lorecia Goings<p align="center">Welcome to the release tour of Lucius; The Fallen! The first in a hotly-anticipated series, it follows the leader of a band of hard-living, hard-drinking angels after their fall to earth. The series will span six books, each one more enticing than the last! Keep reading to find out more, and check out our giveaway at the end……AND a special surprise if you’ve ever wanted to ask the authors a question!</p>
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<p align="center"><i>“Relish this moment in My favor. It is your last.”</i></p>
<p align="center"><i>Six angels once sat at the right hand of The Almighty, but an ill-fated decision cast them out of Heaven. Now they serve Him on Earth, slaying demons for their redemption. They are…The Fallen.</i></p>
Lucius, once revered at the side of God, fell to Earth with his brothers to pay penance and atone for his lapse in leadership. Wingless and forsaken, they have all paid a price for their complicity. Lucius’ hubris is now a curse, and he cannot rest until they carry out the last of The Almighty’s orders...and stop a war that has been millennia in the making.
<p align="center">Persephone Roberts is always in the right place at the right time, the serendipity allowing her to help people on her travels. When it leads her to cross paths with the band of hard-living fallen angels, she sets her sights on their leader, and is determined to restore Lucius’ faith in their quest. And in himself.</p>
<p align="center">But the ancient evil the angels strive to fight has put Persephone in its crosshairs. It will be up to Lucius and his brothers to save her and destroy the minions of the dark. Can the amber-eyed beauty with her accepting heart heal wounds that cut soul deep, and force him to reclaim a glory he once tossed aside? Is he strong enough to realize the path back to Heaven begins with her, or will he be forever...fallen?</p>
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<p align="center">The subtle whoosh of air from the doorway ahead made all five angels turn as one.</p>
<p align="center">“Is there another one?” Lucius muttered. Turning to Domniel, he said, “Can you smell another one?”</p>
<p align="center">Domniel lifted his head and walked toward the doorway. “Hard to tell. That smell's everywhere. I'll follow it and see what I find.”</p>
<p align="center">“Good. Elijah, go with him,” Lucius said as he bent toward the pool of goo to begin purifying the remains. From the corner of his eye, Lucius watched Elijah nod and jog off to catch up with Domniel.</p>
<p align="center">Task finished, he placed the vial of holy water in his pocket, and called after the blind angel. “Dom?”</p>
<p align="center">“Yeah, man, out here.”</p>
<p align="center">He motioned to Jude and Mordecai, and they ran across the street to another parking lot. He paused as he realized Domniel and Elijah weren’t alone.</p>
<p align="center">A woman stared at them from across the lot. She looked calm. A dark halo of thick curls was pulled back tight, emphasizing an oval face and high cheekbones. The assassin-chic ensemble she sported could not detract from the feminine perfection she represented.</p>
<p align="center">She laid smoldering eyes on them and growled, her voice smoky and rich, “Figures I would find pigeons here. It is the gutter, after all.”</p>
<p align="center">Domniel’s head tilted and Lucius knew he was trying to locate her. He caught a whiff of sand and something exotic and ancient. He knew the blind angel had found her when he turned, putting his shades on her.</p>
<p align="center">“Where the fuck did you come from?” Domniel snarled.</p>
<p align="center">She laughed, the sultry sound designed to stir men’s loins. “A higher plane of existence, you useless bird.”</p>
<p align="center">His dark sunglasses looked her up and down. “No shit, you a Jersey girl? That explains a lot.”</p>
<p align="center">She glared at him before bringing her arm forward to reveal a flaming scimitar. “You pigeons always have to crap on somebody else's sidewalk, don’t you?”</p>
<p align="center">Lucius stepped forward and laid a hand on Domniel's shoulder, urging him to stand down. Apprehension collided with recognition like a shot to his gut, and he gave the deposed goddess a slow, tight smile, hoping that this encounter would leave them with all their limbs.</p>
<p align="center">“Hello, Khemrhy.”</p>
<p align="center">“Do you have any idea what you just screwed up?” Khemrhy laid the scimitar across her back, the fire dying and sword disappearing before she leaned against an old Chevy pickup, one foot planted squarely on the front bumper.</p>
<p align="center">Before anyone could slap a hand over his mouth, Domniel spouted, “Could it be your hot date for this century?”</p>
<p align="center">Khemrhy smiled and stood back up. “No, you fool. You messed with my hunt. He was leading me back to something important. Not that you could ever understand that.”</p>
<p align="center">Always cautious in his dealings with Khemrhy, Lucius put a hand over Domniel's mouth and said, “We think there's a second one. Did you see anything?”</p>
<p align="center">“Of course. The other one went that way,” she said, jerking a thumb over her shoulder to indicate the alley behind her. Something about it seemed too simple, but a gust of wind brought the stench of brimstone strong enough that they could all smell it.</p>
<p align="center">As Lucius, Jude, and Mordecai began to head past Khemrhy, they instinctively gave her a wide berth. From behind them, Domniel said, “I'll stay here and keep an eye on her. I still don't trust the bitch.”</p>
<p align="center">“Little hard to keep an eye on someone when you're blind, pigeon,” she quipped. “Maybe you should get a dog.”</p>
<p align="center">Lucius heard Domniel mouthing off in the distance and rolled his eyes, hoping she didn't remove any limbs. This time.</p>
<p align="center">“A dog, huh? You’ll do. Let me see if I can find a leash and a muzzle,” Domniel snapped back. “Though you might be a little front end heavy to be running around on hands and knees, fetching shit for me.”</p>
<p align="center">As the wind picked up, Lucius could see Domniel’s head swivel as he struggled to locate Khemrhy’s dissipating scent. Elijah signed to him in a panic, the fluttering of his fingers reaching through to the blind angel.</p>
<p align="center">“Shit! Shit! Shit! I lost her! Where is she? I don't speak finger-fuck!”</p>
<p align="center">Lucius whirled in a circle, hoping that even he could get a quick scent to target the goddess.</p>
<p align="center">Ten feet in front of his sightless brother, Khemrhy growled, “I’ve got a front end for you.” And then the truck came crashing down on Domniel.</p>
<p align="center">From his viewpoint behind Domniel, Lucius watched as Khemrhy planted her boot on the truck's bumper and pushed down hard to lever it upward. When she started pushing down with her foot, Elijah began frantically signing the word, “Chevy” to no avail. As the truck stood on end, she reached down, grabbed the bumper, and swung the entire vehicle over her head.</p>
<p align="center">The pickup came down in a barrage of creaking steel, slamming Domniel hard into the pavement. He gave a loud, anguished grunt as Elijah ran to his side. Twisted metal groaned as Elijah tried to maneuver chunks of the vehicle up off him.</p>
<p align="center">“Get…off me… fucking bitch!” he gurgled. Khemrhy laughed as she made her way to a Triumph motorbike parked beneath one of the street lights.</p>
<p align="center">Lucius and Jude ran to assist. “What the fuck happened? Dom?”</p>
<p align="center">“Chevy half-ton pickup,” Elijah signed to Lucius.</p>
<p align="center">Lucius winced, reaching for parts of the vehicle. “Ouch.”</p>
<p align="center">The sound of the Triumph's throttle rumbling got their attention and they turned. Khemrhy smiled back, flipping them her middle finger before roaring off down the street.</p>
<p align="center">Domniel lay on his back, his chest caved in, laboring for enough breath to groan.</p>
<p align="center">Lucius shook his head. “You know better than to piss her off. She could've killed you, dumbass.”</p>
<p align="center">Domniel wheezed, turned his head and spat out two bloody teeth. “Get 'Magic Fingers' over here - good to go.”</p>
<p align="center">Elijah tapped Lucius on the shoulder and gestured to Domniel.</p>
<p align="center">“Yeah,” Lucius nodded. “Do your thing. And get him to walk. I'm not fucking carrying his wiseass back.”</p>
<p align="center">They came forward and closed ranks, making a circle around him. Elijah knelt down next to the blind angel, stretched out his hands and cracked his knuckles.</p>
<p align="center">“Just fucking get to it, mute. My balls are wedged up in my ribcage.” Domniel's eyes fluttered closed in between gasps.</p>
<p align="center">Jude snorted. “Why can't you be the mute?”</p>
<p align="center">Lucius held a hand up, silencing them.</p>
<p align="center">Elijah rubbed his hands together and closed his eyes. The silent angel’s hands trembled for a moment and then glowed with a soft, white light. He placed both of them, palms down, on what was left of Domniel's chest and took a deep breath.</p>
<p align="center">Domniel lit up, his chest echoing the glow from Elijah’s hands, and he let out a deep, relaxing sigh. “Fuck, yeah. I bet the chicks love that shit.”</p>
<p align="center">“Shut up,” Lucius warned.</p>
<p align="center">Domniel sighed again and gave into the healing.</p>
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<p align="center">Tara Wood divides her time between creating domestic bliss and creating hot paranormal romance with the occasional side of kink. When not playing June Cleaver for her hubby and daughter, she can be found at the local Starbucks slamming back Frappuccinos and plotting out her next idea. Or she’s watching the BBC. Tara resides with her wonderful and tolerant family in the suburbs of Houston, Texas. She is currently at work on several projects, one of them being the next book in her In Blood series.</p>
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<p align="center">And now for the giveaway—and that special surprise! As part of the tour, the author will be answering your questions about Lucius and writing LIVE on April 29<sup>th</sup>, via Google+ Hangouts! To take part, all you need to do is go to the event page here at <a href="http://www.moonrosepublishing.com/#!author-questions--lucius-the-fallen/cfzv">http://www.moonrosepublishing.com/#!author-questions--lucius-the-fallen/cfzv</a> and post the question that you would like to be answered. The best ones will be chosen, and as many as possible answered within a 30 minute session. The address to watch and take part in the Hangout will be posted a week before, and you must follow Moon Rose Publishing on Google+ at <a href="https://plus.google.com/114000878667510243231/posts">https://plus.google.com/114000878667510243231/posts</a> Have fun!</p>
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