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The Dark Verse: Beyond the Grip of Time (Vol. 3) by M. Amanuensis Sharkchild: Twenty-six short stories of occult, metaphysical, and fantastical horror that will follow you to the visions of your sleep.

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The Vampire Murders by John Del Toro: Richard is an English college professor who has multiple affairs with his students. His wife has found out and is readying for a divorce while his daughter thinks he is a scumbag. His situation worsens when a beautiful classics professor arrives at the school. She seduces the professor and the bodies of the students he had affairs with begin appearing on the campus, drained of blood.

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Zed’s World: The Gathering Horde (Book 1) by Rich Baker: A fast-paced beginning-of-the-end zombie apocalypse novella guaranteed to have you reaching for the next installment!

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Becoming Magic: A Course in Manifesting an Exceptional Life (Book 1) by Genevieve Davis: Lost your way in life? Rekindle your sense of wonder with this life-changing book by bestselling author Genevieve Davis. You could become more powerful than you ever dreamed…

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Thomas Merton: A Life Inspired by Wyatt North: An inspiration book about Thomas Merton – one of the most famous American Catholic authors of the twentieth century.

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Donut Cookbook: 20 Organic Gluten Free Donut Recipes by Dina Sheppard: Many people struggle to find tasty gluten-free donut and dessert recipes. Eating gluten-free doesn’t have to taste like cardboard — it can actually be an amazing experience for your taste buds and it’s great for your health. Enjoy these 20 delicious organic, gluten-free donut recipes. They are tasty and better than processed foods!

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The 5 Foundations of Remarkably Healthy People by Dr. Chris Murphy: If avoiding medications and surgery in the future is a top priority for you, then this is a must read! This book gives you an easy guide to restore your health, lose weight, feel great, and help assist you in preventing and overcoming chronic disease. Dr. Chris gives you easy action steps to implement into your life today to help give you a better lifestyle for tomorrow.

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No Contact Rule by Rhonda Wyatt: Going through a breakup can be one of the most soul-crushing feelings. It’s like building a castle with someone for months or years, just to see it get torn down right before your eyes. But what if we still want to be with that person that broke our hearts? Are you someone who has just recently broken up with someone special and you desperately want them back? If so, you’re in the right hands. I will guide you step by step and introduce you to techniques that will have your ex practically begging you to take them back.

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DIY Makeup: The Art Of Making Natural Cosmetics by Rose De Lena: Learn how to formulate pure natural cosmetics and makeup from all natural and toxin free ingredients. Let mother nature heal your skin. Become a master at making your own homemade beauty products. In this book, you will learn the art of creating chemical-free products such as makeup, moisturizers for all skin types, hair care, lotions, cleansers, scrubs, and so much more.

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Homemade Beauty Products by Elina Grace: You will absolutely learn all there is to know about creating your very own DIY cosmetics in this book. Most of the ingredients needed are very basic — you probably have them lying around in your kitchen cabinets somewhere. Learn the wonderful skill of creating chemical-free products such as homemade mascaras, hair growth serums, body care cosmetics, eyeliners, eye shadows, lip gloss and lip care, hair care, face care, and much more!

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Leadership Lessons From Mom by Mark Villareal: Learn the impact that a mother makes in the lessons taught through childhood and adults that create the leaders of today. “Leadership Lessons From Mom” demonstrates the key impacts of teaching leadership lessons and how they relate to today’s business environment.

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Push Not the River by James Conroyd Martin: Based on the diary of a countess in 1790s Poland, “Push Not the River contains all the sweep and romance of the classic romantic epics such as Gone with the Wind and Doctor Zhivago, with a heroine who remains strong in the face of both personal and political tragedy. An enthralling tale of courage, survival, and hope, Anna Maria’s story is at once timeless and timely.” -India Edghill, author of Queenmaker

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Fearless Flying by Karen Gordon: An amazing job, check. An adorable apartment, check. A super supportive best friend, check. There’s only one thing missing from Vivienne Ramsey’s perfect life… And after ten years of waiting, the time is finally right for her to seduce her dream man. Tonight she’s going to wear Danny out in bed. But before she can begin her carefully crafted strategy of seduction, he’s headed for the door. And for once in her over-organized life, Vivienne doesn’t have a backup plan.

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The Fire Mages Collection by Pauline M. Ross: Three epic fantasies in one 1,200 page collection. The Fire Mages. The Fire Mages’ Daughter. The Second God. Spell pages, blood magic, mind-bonded giant beasts, a living god, and a desperate battle for survival – three spellbinding stories gathered together for the first time.

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Butterfly Islands by Chris Seabranch: An epic tale of a young woman’s transformation from being a scared little girl to becoming a feared pirate Queen. Butterfly Islands is a story about fears, inner struggles, sexual confusion, friendships, love, dangers, pirates, treasures, and mysterious islands

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Savage by Michelle St. James: Farrell Black needs no one and nothing – except the one woman he can’t have. Head of a criminal empire, Farrell long ago resigned himself to living without Jenna Carver. But that’s before she reappears for her father’s funeral, bringing the past crashing down around him. Leaving him was the hardest thing she’d ever done. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t the right decision, something she firmly believes right up until the moment Farrell Black walks back into her life.

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Jungle Fever Duology by L.V. Lewis: When the alluring Keisha Beale breezes into Tristan White’s life seeking startup capital for her record store and studio, his first inclination is to turn her down. But something about the captivating beauty stirs his dormant libido. Mixing business with pleasure ended in tragedy for him once, so he knows he has to tread carefully.

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A Lawman’s Reward by Kay P. Dawson: Lydia needs a fresh start, away from the watchful eye of her brother. Taking a position as a teacher in the wild cowtown of Abilene leaves her at the mercy of anyone who would take advantage of a woman on her own. Luckily, the local sheriff takes it upon himself to keep an eye on her. What will happen when secrets come out that threaten to ruin the trust they are slowly starting to build with each other?

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Tekkin by C.J. Scarlett: In a time of political turmoil when peaceful shifters and extremists are seen as one, a rebel group is planning to take control of a California university. Alessia finds herself trapped in the middle of political warfare and a forbidden love affair with a brilliant minded professor. Unbeknownst to her, he has a secret that could change her life… forever.

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Awaken: The Lilituria Prophecy (Book 1) by Grace White: Eighteen-year-old Daiya Cattiva’s life is turned upside down when she learns the truth about her connection to Kai Stanton, and she finds herself at the heart of an ancient prophecy that could alter the balance of good and evil forever. She was never supposed to fall in love, but their love will change everything. Book #1 in a brand new mature YA / NA paranormal romance series. Suitable for readers 16+

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The Paranormal 13 by Multiple Authors: 1 MILLION words! 3,500 pages and 13 full-length paranormal and urban fantasy novels featuring witches, vampires, werewolves, mermaids, psychics, Loki, time travel, and more!

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End of Eternity by Loretta Lost: Carmen’s life spirals out of control when she discovers her husband’s body hanging from a chandelier. Bizarre events begin to unfold in her life, and she finds herself leaning on a kind stranger for help…

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The Bad Assassin by S. Doyle: The Bad Assassin is a fun, steamy thrill ride of a book with interesting twists and turns as Eve and Zeke, a very unlikely couple, find their way to love.

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Cocky Roomie by Faleena Hopkins: Almost divorced Drew needs a place to stay now that she’s left her cheating husband, but time is running out and the younger man, and male slut, Jake Cocker just might be her only hope at a new life. If she can keep his hands off her.

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Stone Cold: Music City Moguls (Book 1) by Cheryl Douglas: Famed music producer, Drake Elliott, is everything a girl from the wrong side of the tracks like Cassidy Ross would be foolish to hope for, but Drake helps her realize she can have a life worth fighting for… until she makes a mistake that could cost her everything.

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Mr. CEO by Lauren Landish & Willow Winters: I should walk away, but the soft sighs spilling from her plump lips are addictive. Even more, I want to force them from her lips myself. I’ve never felt such desire. I’ve never wanted like this. Even though I know I shouldn’t. There’s a reason I keep everyone away, and I need to remember that. But now that I have her in my grasp, I won’t let her go.

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Unspoken by Jen Frederick: One drunken night, one act of irresponsible behavior, and my reputation was ruined. Guys labeled me as easy and girls shied away. To cope, I stayed away from Central College social life and away from Central men, so why is it that my new biology lab partner is so irresistible to me?

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Kiss Me Again by Kimberly James: Sometimes the last thing you’re looking for is the one thing you need. Since her divorce, Kenna James has been all work and no play. When she accepts an invitation to spend a week in a luxurious beach house with her daughter, she expects a quiet seven days of sun and relaxation. What she’s not expecting is for devilishly handsome Nick Frost to be there too. Just because Nick kissed her once (and blew her mind in the process) doesn’t mean she’s interested.

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The Witch of Bohemia by Pearl Goodfellow: Druida Stone? Dead? In the library? Join Hattie and The Inifiti as they race to find the obnoxious librarian’s killer. With a suspect list as long as your arm, it’s going to be a challenge!

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That Old Witch Magic: Wicked in Moonhaven (Book 2) by J.D. Winters & Dakota Kahn: Haley is determined to save Bentley St. Ames from the mob. Shane does not approve. Does the big dark hunter from the North? Who knows? But in the end, Haley and Shane work together to save the vampire. After all, what are best friends for? And anyway, he’s too lovable to lose.

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Chosen For Power by Kathleen Brooks: Somebody is out to destroy Elle Simpson and everything in her life. Elle has always depended on family to make her business run strong, but long work hours have left her without much of a private life. Just as Elle thinks she has met the potential man of her dreams, she also discovers an imposter determined to destroy her business and life. Can she trust this “Prince Charming” to help her defend everything she holds dear?

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When Totems Fall by Wayne C Stewart: 50,000 Chinese boots on American soil… and not a single shot fired. Jaded Afghan/Iraq Wars Vet Zeb Dalton and Chinese businessman Junjie Zang work from unknown and opposite ends of the world to reverse the unbelievable: the annexation of the greater Seattle area into Penghu, the newest province of the People’s Republic.

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An Abduction by M C Rowley: Scott Dyce’s son was taken by the cartels in Guatemala 22 years ago and assumed dead. Until one day, Dyce learns from a mysterious and powerful man that his son is still alive, and that he has become part of the gang that stole him. But to get his son back, Dyce must do whatever the mystery figure demands, even if it means carrying out an abduction himself.

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Justice for Jessica by Alretha Thomas: Mousey, overweight Stacey Sullivan wants to trade places with her socialite BFF, Jessica James—that’s until she finds Jessica murdered in her own home. Whip-smart detective Rachel Storme wants to retire, but she forgoes her plans when asked to solve Jessica’s murder. Who killed Jessica? The answer will blow you away.

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The Sitter by Sharon Hawes: The death of a nine-year-old boy under the watch of his babysitter causes his mother to doubt the sitter’s description of an accident. She suspects murder, but she’s completely alone in this belief. Can she make people listen to her before he kills again?

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Crane by Stacey Rourke: The Horseman is unending, his presence shan’t lessen. If you break the curse, you become the legend. Ireland Crane was looking for a fresh start in a new city. Now, as bodies begin to pile around her, she learns she is the only one that can save the town of Sleepy Hollow by embracing her own damning curse.

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Enjoy An Exclusive Sneek Peek of: Under Her Skin by Adriana Anders!

Chapter 1   Old hag in need of live-in helper to abuse. Nothing kinky. Uma read the ad again. Jesus. Was she really going to do this? Yes. Yes, she was. She’d come all the way back to Virginia for the hope its free clinic offered, and if this was the only job she could get while she was in town, she should consider herself lucky to have found it. Especially, she thought with a wry smile, since it’s one for which I’m so qualified.

Taking a big, bolstering breath, Uma slipped the newspaper clipping back into her pocket and knocked. There was a light thunk on the other side, followed by what sounded like footsteps, a scuffling, and then nothing. She waited, trying to hear more over the drone of a nearby lawn mower, and thought of all the reasons this was a horrible idea. Abuse? Abuse? How could she possibly take this job in the shape she was in? But as usual, the desperate reality of her situation pushed all arguments aside. Food, shelter, money. There was no arguing with necessity, even if this place felt off. And the situation was perfect. No one could find her here. In theory. She was pretty sure her new employer wouldn’t be phoning up any references or doing a background check. The woman must be desperate, too. She’d practically hired Uma over the phone, for goodness’ sake. Someone should have answered by now. Uma knocked again. Hard, her hand starting to tremble. Something moved in her peripheral vision, startling Uma into a gasp. The curtain in the front window? The cloth twitched a second time. The woman was watching. Making Uma wait out here, overdressed in the unseasonable heat, sweat gathering along her hairline. Okay, fine. She could see how it made sense to check out a stranger before letting her in. She’d give the lady a few more minutes to finish her perusal. If only she could get some air. Just a little air in this stifling heat. When there was no response to her third knock, Uma panicked. According to the oversize watch on her arm, three minutes had passed. Three minutes spent standing on a porch, enduring the scrutiny of a self-proclaimed abuser who represented her last chance at a job. Not the auspicious beginning she had hoped for. It was all so familiar, too. Maybe not the exact circumstances, but the feelings she lived with on a daily basis—insecurity, worry, fear, clawing at her chest, crowding her throat so each inhale was a struggle. Before they could overwhelm her, she shoved them away and walked down the rickety porch stairs and around to the side of the house, where she could gather herself unseen beneath the first-floor windows. She needed to breathe. Uma took a shaky breath in, one out, another in, before biting into the meaty pad of her thumb. The ritual was safe, easy to sink back into, the shape of her teeth already worn into her hand. Just a little while, she thought. Until I sort myself out, and then… Then she had no idea what. She had nowhere to go, nothing left to aspire to. One step at a time. That was her life now. No planning, no future. She was vaguely aware that the lawn mower drew near, no longer background noise­­­—buzzing close and echoing the beat of her heart. She’d have to push off this wall sooner or later, but the warm clapboard was solid against her back, and along with the sharp smell of freshly clipped grass, it kept her right here, present, in her body. A few more breaths and she’d move. Time to decide whether she’d head up to the house to give it another try or cut her losses and take off, find something else. Yeah, right. The problem was she wouldn’t be cutting her losses by leaving—she’d be compounding them. How on earth could she go back on the road with the gas gauge on E and ten bucks to her name? Strike that. After this morning’s breakfast, she had only $6.54. Uma sank down onto her haunches, the ground squelching under her heels, and squeezed her eyes shut so hard that black dots floated behind the lids. She had nothing left—no home, no job, no way of making money, no skills but one…and Joey had destroyed any chance of pursuing her true livelihood when he’d smashed her cameras. Doing that, he’d destroyed her. Six months later, she was still trapped. If she let herself feel it, there’d be no shortage of pain, inside and out. As usual, her wrist under the watch was raw, and her skin itched everywhere. It must be psychosomatic. It couldn’t still itch after all this time, could it? Visualizing his marks on her skin was enough to make her hyperventilate again. And the tightness was there, that constriction that had left her constantly out of breath these past several months. She’d thought the miles would clear the airways, but they hadn’t. And now she was back. Back in Virginia. Shallow breaths succeeded one another, pinching her nostrils and rasping noisily through her throat. Joey was close. Two hours away by car. Way too close for comfort. She swore she could feel him looking for her, closing in on her. Suddenly, something cold and wet swiped Uma’s hand, snapping her back to the present. She opened her eyes with a start, only to come face-to-face with a dog. A black one with a tan face and floppy ears, pretty brown eyes rimmed in black, like eyeliner. It smiled at her. It was something else, that dog, with that sweet look on its face. Like it gave a crap. Weird. The expression was so basically human, it pulled back the tunnel vision and let some light seep in. The dog nudged her chest, hard, and pushed its way into her arms in a big, warm tackle-hug. Uma had no choice but to hug back. Its cold nose against her neck shocked a giggle out of her. “Oh, alright. You got moves, dog.” “She does,” said a deep voice from above. Uma’s head snapped back in surprise, sounding a dull thunk against the clapboard. Oh God. Where had he come from? “She’s a barnacle.” Uma nodded dully, throat clogged with fear. Stop it, she berated herself. You’ve got to stop freaking out at every guy who says two words to you. She tried for a friendly smile. It felt like a grimace. The man just stood there, a few feet away, looking at her. She waited. He waited. He looked like a big, creepy yard worker or something. Tall. Really, really tall. “Gorilla,” he said. “What?” “My dog, Squeak. She’s a guerrilla fighter. Thought about callin’ her Shock ’n’ Awe.” “Squeak?” She stared up at him, craning her neck with the effort. She was wrong before. To say he was tall was an understatement. The man blocked out the sun. With the light behind him, it was hard to see much, aside from the big, black beard covering half his face and the shaggy mane around it. His voice was deep, gravelly. Burly. It went with the hair and the lumberjack shirt. You didn’t see guys like him where she came from. “Wasn’t her name originally. She earned it.” When he talked, the words emerged as if they hurt, purling out one slow syllable at a time. As if being sociable was an effort. Yet, for some reason­­—for her—he was trying. He waited, probably for her to say something in response, but she’d been running too long to be any good at repartee. She’d turned into more of a watch-and-wait kind of girl. The man finally continued, tilting his chin toward the house she was leaning on. “You her next victim?” Uma winced, embarrassed. “Guess so.” He lifted his brows in semi-surprise before turning to the side and stuffing his hands deep into the pockets of jeans that had seen better days. They were stained and ratty and littered with what looked like burn holes. Backlit by the sun, his profile was interesting, despite the bushy lower half of his face. Or maybe because of it. He looked like something you’d see stamped into an ancient coin—hard and noble. The scene came easily into focus: clad in something stained and torn, wading into the thick of battle with his men, sword in hand, face smeared with enemy blood, and teeth bared in some primal war cry. Her hands came to life, itching for a camera. Then she blinked and emerged to see him as he was: a filthy redneck with a rug on his face. He was intimidating, to say the least. Not the kind of guy she’d choose to work in her yard—not looking all roughed up like he did. But this new phase of life was about taking back what Joey had stolen. It was about courage, and because this guy was so intimidating, Uma decided to face him head-on. Show no fear. Another rule for this new self that she was constantly reinventing: no more letting men intimidate her. “Help me up?” she asked. After a brief hesitation, he complied. His grasp was rough and solid, ridged with calluses in places and polished smooth in others. For a moment, after pulling her up to stand, he didn’t let go of her hand. Instead, he turned it over and eyed the crescent her teeth had left behind. She fought the urge to snatch it away. He raised his brows but finally let her go without a word. Burning with the need to put some distance between them, she took a hurried step back. “Thanks,” she said as he squatted down to scratch Squeak roughly under the chin. The dog’s eyes closed in ecstasy. Forcing herself to steady her nerves, Uma caught his eye and held it. He was even scarier without the sun behind him, skin marred by a shiny white scar along his hairline and a dark bruise on a cheek already peppered with errant beard hairs. His nose was crooked and thick, no doubt broken in a barroom brawl or something equally disreputable. She envisioned him in a smoky basement, duking it out for some seedy underground boxing title. Carved squint lines surrounded eyes that were a cool blue. Or…oh. No. She realized with a start that his left eye was blue and the right was dark gold. She was instantly thrown off-kilter. Which one was she supposed to focus on? She blinked and turned aside, uncomfortable with the way he so effortlessly unsettled her. “I’ve…” he rumbled, coming up out of the squat to tower over her again. She waited for him to continue. “You’ve…?” she finally asked after the silence had stretched too long. She wondered if she was as off-putting to him as he was to her. “Ive. It’s my name. Short for Ivan.” “Oh. I’m Uma.” She gave him her real name without thinking. “You mow the lawn here?” “You could say that.” His eyes crinkled. What little she could see of his mouth turned up into a surprisingly warm smile. “Figure I might as well mow her lawn while I’m doin’ mine.” She looked at the house behind him. “That’s your place?” Her surprise must have been obvious, but he didn’t react, just gave a single, brief nod. “Wow. Nice.” The house was nice. Really nice. Incongruously…civilized. He looked like the kind of guy you’d find chopping wood by his cabin in the boondocks, not maintaining the lawn of his lovely old farmhouse. It was straight out of Southern Living, nicer than some of the places she’d photographed. The caricature she’d formed in her head of this man melted partially away to reveal something a little softer, less defined. It didn’t jibe inside of her, but she’d been running on stereotypes and first impressions and messed-up wrong impressions for so long that her instincts clearly needed a reset. Another thing to add to the growing list of upgrades for Uma 2.0. He nodded, face serious, but she thought she could detect pride beneath the gruff exterior. She caught sight of a bright-red tricycle in the drive beside a clunky Ford pickup. Kids. Probably a wife. Her perception shifted yet again, and he didn’t seem half as scary as he had a moment before. Wow, she couldn’t straighten her life out at all, and this guy seemed to have his shit together. So much for first impressions. Uma briefly wondered what he’d look like without all that fur on his face. She took in the house, the trike, the coziness of this sweet mountain town. A town so small that elderly ladies hired you right over the phone without even asking for references. That reminded her of why she was here: the ad. Maybe not such a sweet town after all. “Well, I’d better get to it.” She kept her hands in her pockets, not wanting to risk another touch of his rough skin. “Yeah. Don’t wanna piss her off.” Was that a joke? She gave Squeak a quick pat on the head and turned away from man and dog. His voice stopped her after a couple of steps. “Hey, Uma.” It came out rough, and he cleared his throat. “You ever need a break, come on over and see us. Have a beer.” “Oh. Sure. Thanks.” Us, he’d said. Yep, married. She shot a last look at the house over his shoulder, thinking she might even be willing to marry a guy like that for such a great house. Oh well. Maybe she and his wife would become friends. A friend. That might be nice. When she got back to the porch, something had changed. Was the gap in the curtains a little wider? Was it possible the woman had witnessed her panic attack? Strike one against Uma if she had. The lawn mower started up again somewhere behind the house. Uma took a deep breath in, blew it out hard, made a fist, and pounded.

Will she be strong enough to fight for what she wants?

Battered by a life determined to tear him down This quiet ex-con’s scarred hands may be the gentlest touch she’ll ever know. …if only life were a fairy tale where Beauty was allowed to keep her Beast Ivan thought the world was through giving him second chances. Who’d want a rough ex-con with a savior complex and a bad habit of bringing home helpless strays? Everyone in Blackwood, Virginia knew he wasn’t good enough for the fine things in life; they knew he was too damaged to save. He just needed to keep his head down, work himself to the bone, and pretend he was content with the lot he was given. Until she came into his life. Until she changed everything. Until he realized he would do anything, fight anyone, tear the world apart if it meant saving her.   Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iBooks | Books-A-Million

 

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Enjoy An Exclusive Sneek Peek of: #famous by Jilly Gagnon!

Rachel likes Kyle. Rachel snaps a photo of Kyle and posts it online. Kyle becomes insta-famous. And what starts out as an innocent photo turns into a whirlwind adventure that forces them both to question whether fame—and love—are worth the price…and changes both of their lives forever.   LEARN MORE

Chapter One RACHEL TUESDAY, 4:15 P.M. Loving your mom can lead to some seriously bad decisions. I’d agreed to tag along on her quest for face creams mainly out of boredom. But the mall with my mother on a Tuesday afternoon—as though I suddenly believed in the calming effects of retail therapy? We’d been here maybe ten minutes and already I was regretting it. We were almost at the makeup counter that was our raison de mall when she grabbed a black, fluttery top with laces winding up and down the front. “Ooh, Rachel, isn’t this nice?” She held it out to me. It looked like batwings in a corset. “Not my style.” I pushed the shirt away, turning to a rack of oversized sweatshirts in neon-bright colors. Where had she even found that thing? “No, not for you, for me. I think it’s cool. Edgy. Don’t you?” She held the shirt at arm’s length. One chunk of frizzy hair fell from behind her ear onto her cheek. She always cut it too short; at that length, hair as electrical-socket nutso as ours would not be contained behind mere ears. “Sure, Mom.” I’d be pretty shocked to see my mom commit to a shirt she had to lace herself into. Usually her style tended toward neutral-colored sacks, but if she really wanted to dress like a vampire, I wasn’t going to tell her no. Besides, it’s kind of awesome when parents try to be cool, like watching a baby sloth play the piano or something. Terrible on the execution, and therefore adorable. “Hey, do you care if I go get something at the food court? I went straight to ceramics club after sixth period, so I didn’t have a chance to get a snack.” Things would move a lot faster if she didn’t have me to bounce awful fashion ideas off of. She glanced at her watch. “Meet me back here in fifteen minutes. I don’t want to spend the whole evening at the mall.” “Sure,” I said over my shoulder. “And don’t be drinking one of those gallon-sized sodas,” she said. “They’re poison.” Mom was always finding some new threat to my precious development. Too late: I’d topped out at five foot three years ago. I felt my phone buzz against my hip bone as I passed by Banana Republic, its faceless, elongated mannequins watching disdainfully as I rounded the Wet Seal, following the faint scent of tasty greases. (From MO-MO): Do you have a new draft of Twice Removed ready yet? I don’t think I’ll be able to look at it until the weekend, but we need to be on top of this. (To MO-MO): No, I had ceramics today. I’ll work on it soon—we still have what, three months until the deadline? (From MO-MO): There’s no point in putting it off. Mo must be stressed about something; trying to micromanage someone else was always her go-to when she had too much on her plate. We were applying together to a summer playwriting program with Twice Removed, but the due date for applications was forever away, and I was doing more of the writing regardless—Mo was more into performing, which meant I usually just let her help with edits. There was no point in calling Mo on it though, unless you wanted to intensify her stress-crazies. The best thing was to divert her to whatever she really wanted to talk about, so you wouldn’t start arguing about not-really-the-point. (To MO-MO): Don’t worry. I’ll send you something by the time you’re able to look at it. Why so busy? (From MO-MO): Did I ever mention how much I hate Europeans? (To MO-MO): That’s racist. (From MO-MO): You can’t be racist against a continent. (From MO-MO): Trying to absorb the entirety of their pointless history—which is all just wars and oppressing women, BTW—is making my head hurt. I am SO going to fail this test. Doubtful. Monique never failed anything. We’d been best friends since we were in diapers, and I couldn’t remember her ever even getting a B. In third grade, she made two entire projects for the science fair in case one was better than the other. (To MO-MO): That’s what you get for taking smart-kid classes EVEN FOR ELECTIVES. (To MO-MO): Guess how hard my Art II test will be? Oh wait, we don’t have one. (From MO-MO): I hate you. (From MO-MO): I take it back. Distract me. If my head explodes I at least want to die laughing. I looked around for something I could send to Monique. We had this ongoing game where we’d send each other funny pictures on Flit (basically anything that got an out-loud reaction—from snort to guffaw—scored a point, honors system) and the mall was the perfect spot to play. Monique loved unintentional double entendres or grammar mistakes on store signs. I usually sent funny graffiti or dogs in clothes. There’s something about a dog wearing pants that never gets old. I glanced around as I made my way across the mall to the food court, but nothing jumped out at me. And now that I was getting close enough to really smell all the different kinds of grease in the air, there was no way I’d be able to focus on the game. I was too hungry to hunt down a costumed Pomeranian. Food would have to come first. I spun around slowly, trying to figure out what I was in the mood for. There was the depressingly beige buffet of breaded meat bits at China House (pass), sushi that was probably fresh off the boat a week ago at Japan EXPRESS (side of food poisoning, please?), Mrs. Butterbun’s Cookie Shoppe (even thinking about putting an inch of frosting on a cookie made my teeth hurt) . . . That’s when I saw him. Kyle Bonham. Instinctively, I ducked my head over my phone and half turned away, so he wouldn’t think I was staring. I was, obviously—you couldn’t help but stare at Kyle. He was about a thousand miles away from my type—so clean-cut he could be in an ad for drinking enough milk—and still I went fricking googly-eyed whenever I saw him. Extra embarrassing since I had fifth period with him every single day—it was only a matter of time until he caught me drooling. He was standing behind the register at the Burger Barn, solemnly counting out change for a little girl who couldn’t be more than seven or eight. She had this dreamy, beaming look on her face, like she was so proud to be getting treated like a grown-up, or maybe like she was half in love with him. You and me both, babe. He placed a final coin in her palm and straightened up, his shaggy brown hair flopping over his forehead in perfect just-barely-curls. Somehow he looked even hotter here than he did at school. The burnt-orange Burger Barn T-shirt he was wearing made his eyes—a little too far apart on his face, which made them even more beautiful—look greener. He somehow managed to make his pointed paper uniform cap seem jaunty and alluring. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a shapeless old oxford I’d stolen from my dad’s Goodwill pile. It was so long it made me look like a little kid playing dress-up, and it had clay all over the hem from where my apron hadn’t covered it up. Then of course there were the faded leggings, starting to go baggy at the knees, the Chuck Taylors that had gotten so scuffed over the summer I wasn’t even sure anymore what color they’d started as, and the sloppy side braid that did approximately nothing to contain the bursts of dark-brown frizz I call my hair. Great look, Rach. No wonder Monique was always asking to give me makeovers. I was a fricking disaster. Not that it mattered; I was not the kind of girl guys like Kyle Bonham—or really, any guy—paid much attention to. I’d managed to stay pretty much invisible for my entire high school career by hiding out in the art room. Especially to the painfully adorable lacrosse-star seniors who go out of their way to make even eight-year-olds feel special. An older couple shuffled up to the register, staring perplexedly at the dozen or so variations on meat and cheese the Burger Barn packaged as “specials.” Kyle watched them blankly, looking like someone out of one of those catalogs where everyone is leaning against rustic wooden furniture just “being themselves.” I should totally send a picture of him to Mo. After all, what could be a better distraction than a perfect-looking boy? Bonus: if I snapped a picture of Kyle I could look at it on my phone whenever. Yes, borderline pathetic, but it’s not like anyone would know but me. I walked up behind the old woman, trying to look casual by keeping my phone down by my waist. I tilted the phone up so Kyle’s face was in the frame. He was staring out over the rest of the food court while the older couple worked out their order. I couldn’t believe I was doing this; he was only a few feet away. Even with my flash and sound off, it would be so easy for him to realize what was going on. But it would be worth it. In fact, this might be my best entry yet. Not like it was hard to find something better than a misplaced apostrophe, but this was gold-star emoji material. As soon as he turned his head back toward the couple, I could take the picture quick and head over to the Pretzel Hut, like I’d realized I didn’t want anything Burger Barn had on the menu. At least, not on the food menu. “Well I don’t know, Fred, I don’t think I want triple cheese. Can’t we get regular cheese?” “Ma’am, if you like, I can substitute the cheese,” Kyle said, smiling easily at the older woman. She seemed startled that he was talking to her. Enough so that she shifted over into my frame right as I was clicking to take the picture. Well, crap-sandwich. Great photo of old-lady shoulder, Rach. I shifted my weight onto my left foot, easing over as imperceptibly as I could. Just move your arm, Grandma… That’s when I saw her, sulking in the line for the Caribou kiosk about twenty feet past the entrance to the food court: Jessie Florenzano. . . . and her mom, waving cheerily at me like I wasn’t the last person Jessie wanted to see, especially with her mom in tow. Jessie had been embarrassed by her even before our friendship imploded. Jessie raised an eyebrow as though she could smell what I was doing. I dropped the phone down to my side and waved back. Jessie rolled her eyes and turned her back on me. I could see her whispering sharply to her mom, who smiled apologetically, then turned to Jessie, frowning. There were very few people I’d rather see less than Jessie, anywhere, ever, but I kind of loved that her mom still automatically acted friendly, four years after Jessie had sliced me out of her life. I turned back. Grandma was laughing and nudging her husband’s arm. “You know how I love pickles!” Ew. Not the mental image I needed before eating. Kyle smiled and tapped at the register. If I moved my arm a couple more inches… but not too far. He couldn’t know what was happening, and Jessie couldn’t guess; it would be way too mortifying. He tapped his fingers on the counter in a rat-a-tat rhythm as the old lady dug through her wallet. He was perfectly lined up in the frame, the last traces of a smile lingering on his smooth cheeks. I glanced over at Jessie. She was resolutely pretending I didn’t exist. There was never going to be a better time. Click. He looked toward me for a second. Crap, I was totally caught. I could feel my cheeks burning, betraying me. My breath caught somewhere around my sternum and stopped there, trapped.   But then he smiled and turned back to the customer, taking her pile of ones and quarters. I exhaled, trying not to grin. I cropped the photo, typing in Mo’s Flit handle so she’d see it. This was even better than a German shepherd with a tie. “It’s Rachel, right?” I looked up, startled. The old couple had moved away to wait for their order, and Kyle was staring at me expectantly. I checked over my shoulder to make sure he wasn’t talking to someone else. Like the Burger Barn only served Rachels or something? But I was the only person in line. “Um, yeah.” I felt my face going hot again. “Rachel. That’s me.” Oh god, I sounded like the worst kind of stupid. Quickly, I clicked to make my screen go dark. He pointed at himself. “Kyle.” I just stared, totally incapable of forming words. “We’re in Creative Writing together? Fifth period?” As though I hadn’t spent every day of the three weeks since school started thanking all the gods for that fact. “Right,” I said, trying to sound like a girl who didn’t eye assault him daily. “You sit in the back, right?” “Yeah! So Jenkins won’t call on me too much. I’m not as good as you are at that stuff.” “I’m not that good,” I said automatically, looking down at the counter. Someone had made a ketchupy fingerprint to the right of the register. Like a cheeseburger crime scene. I couldn’t believe he knew who I was. The semester had barely started, and I wasn’t even his year. Not only that, he had an opinion about me. A nice one. “No, you are. That story of yours that Jenkins read yesterday was… well it was really weird, but, like, in a cool way,” he said. “Oh. Um, thanks.” All my words were melting, puddling around my feet in a big sloppy jumble, too liquid-slippery for me to get a grip on. The story had been about a computer that got a weird virus that convinced the machine it was actually the ghost of Queen Elizabeth I. He’d already summed it up: It was weird. I was weird. I could feel my armpits stinging with sweat. “Anyway, what can I get you, Rachel from writing class?” he said. You, shirtless, on a stallion? “Um… what do you mean?” “To eat?” He frowned. It made his nose wrinkle upward, like it was tethered to his forehead. I was so flustered about him knowing my name that I’d forgotten where we were—in line, at his job. He was being nice because he worked service. For god’s sake, he flirted with the elderly. Even more blood rushed into my cheeks. If you poked them with a pin they’d probably burst everywhere. Like that scene in The Shining all over the Apple Prairie Mall food court. “Oh, duh. Sorry, my blood sugar must be really low,” I said. That’s always Monique’s excuse when she gets ditzy or snippy. “I was thinking, um, french fries?” “Small?” “No, large,” I said quickly. I was starving. He grinned a little, which reminded me that the girls Kyle Bonham hung out with did not eat large fries. They’d probably cumulatively eaten half an order of fries in the last ten years, which was why they looked like miniature supermodels and I looked like the funny friend. “I like how the large container makes my hands look extra tiny and stunted. It helps me get perspective on life,” I added. Oh dear god, someone take this shovel away from me so I can stop digging my own fricking grave. He laughed though, shaking his head slightly. “You’re funny. Okay. One large fry is gonna be four thirty-six.” I dug in my purse for the money. He counted out my change and went to grab the fries. I could feel my heart rate slowing back to “not having a coronary” speeds. “There you go,” he said. “I think this is the right size for your hands,” he added, grabbing one of my tiny fingers and playfully lifting the whole arm up in the air. His touch was like an electric shock tingling up my entire arm. I almost snatched it back; guys don’t usually go around grabbing my hands. Only guys like Kyle—guys who win state sports titles and homecoming king crowns—have the balls to do stuff like that in the first place. I hoped I hadn’t nervous sweated enough to pit out my shirt. But somehow I managed to keep it together long enough for him to squint back and forth between my hand and the fry box, measuring the two against each other before finally nodding as though I’d passed muster. “Yup, looks like a fit,” he said. He dropped my hand. I tried to breathe again. “HA.” I forced a laugh. Poorly. “I should go. I have to meet up with my mom.” Awesome, Rachel, add to your intrigue by reminding him you hang out with your mother. “Enjoy the fries, Rachel from writing,” he said, grinning. “See you tomorrow.” “Sure.” I gulped, nodding too many times, too fast. “See you around.” I walked away as slowly as I could force myself to, which was just this side of a sprint. Breathing hard, I plopped onto a bench near the fountain. That had been disastrous. But at least I’d gotten my picture. That had been the point, right? To flit something goofy to Monique? I finished typing her handle, then—because of course I’m oh-so-witty the minute actual guys have disappeared—I typed in a hashtag. Send. Immediately, I felt a little twinge. What if he saw it? He’d know it was me. But that wouldn’t happen. Kyle didn’t follow me—maybe ten people did. I flitted all the pictures in the game to Monique, I’d been doing it for months; no one had ever noticed them before. I think the most attention any of the pictures ever got was a single non-Mo luv, and that squirrel vest had been AWESOME. Why would anyone suddenly care about this one? My phone pinged with the sound that meant I had a reflit. I opened my feed to see what Mo had said. @attackoftherach_face tonight’s brain food. The picture I’d flitted was below. That sweet, goofy half grin lingering around his lips was too adorable. So much so that it had made me feel sassy enough to flit: @Mo_than_you_know I’m digging what they’re serving up at Burger Barn today. #idlikefrieswithTHAT God, I am such an idiot.

 

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Fun little book hunt...

 

 

My Answers:

1. amanda - kay hooper
2. kiss of the wolf - morgan hawke
3. the shop on blossom street - debbie macomber
4. tall, dark, and bad - charlotte hughes
5. the black sheep and the princess - donna kauffman
6. guilty as sin - tami hoag
7. kiss and tell - cherry adair
8. elijah - jacquelyn frank
9. hundreds of years to reform a rake - laurie brown
10. night after night - kathryn smith

 

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I See You by Clare Mackintosh

Review:

 

 

 

 

You do the same thing every day.

You know exactly where you're going.

You're not alone.

When Zoe Walker sees her photo in the classifieds section of a London newspaper, she is determined to find out why it's there. There's no explanation: just a website, a grainy image and a phone number.

She takes it home to her family, who are convinced it's just someone who looks like Zoe. But the next day the advert shows a photo of a different woman, and another the day after that.

Is it a mistake? A coincidence? Or is someone keeping track of every move they make?

 

 

 

I See You really creeps you out in a lot of ways really builds up the readers anticipation of what will be revealed.

There is a lot that makes you think and look over your shoulder and look over your head to make you wonder who may or may not be watching you as you pass.

There are so many layers and possibilities that I was really sucked in from the start.

I do want to say that I gave the book four stars because its really great almost all the way through however I was a little disappointed in the ending because I thought there would be a super thrill explosive turn to wrap up the start that held me so intrigued all the way through. 

Regardless of not fully feeling the so so ending I did really enjoy the rest of the book and would highly recommend I See You to others.

 

Clare Mackintosh

 

 

 

This title will be available for purchase on February 21, 2017!

 

 

 

 

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