RELEASE BOOST- Fervent by Claudia Burgoa


Title: Fervent
Author: Claudia Burgoa
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 27, 2017
As a former Army Ranger who works for a high intelligence, private security company, I’ve seen my fair share of death, betrayal, and pain.
I’ve lived them.
I trust no one, only my brothers, and my best friend.
I wasn’t always like that. Everything changed the day my parents died and my nation was attacked.
Since then, family comes first. Work is my mistress.
Nothing else matters.
That is, until she walked into my life.
Short dress, long, tanned legs, and honey eyes that make me weak.
She’s chaos.
She’s sunshine and daffodils.
She’s loud.
She’s a fighter.
She’s a dreamer.
She’s everything I hate.
Why is it so hard to walk away from her?

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Stretched t-shirt, dry blood and badass attitude looked good on him. That’s nothing compared to Harrison Everhart wearing a suit. His tall, broad, body wrapped in a dark gray is a site I want to photograph, frame and stare at it forever. He’s the type of man who behaves differently depending on the place and time. For the past five hours, we chatted pleasantly about our families. Nothing too superficial but nothing too intimate, either. If I had time to date, he’d be the kind of man I’d choose. Easy to talk to, funny, and a gentleman.
A refreshing touch from the guys who I hook up with when I have time to go out with my friends. Which lately it’s been never. Maybe I have time, but I don’t want to waste it by doing the same thing over and over again. Meeting a guy who has little social skills, only talks about himself, and by the end of the date is the only one who is satisfied isn’t great. I have my little friendly toys that to do a better job and I don’t have to listen to nonsense.
This would be a great subject for a sociology class; the interactions between humans, and how out of touch they are with one another that dating has become a joke. What happened to love letters? The chase is so much different now than it was back when my parents dated. I should quit the Bureau and go back to school. Finish my psychology degree, go into anthropology or sociology. I would enjoy doing that more than having to jump through hoops to show that I’m capable of more things than my superiors like to acknowledge. If anything, I can write a book with Mom’s letters and notes.
A manual on how it’s done.
“Everything okay?” Harrison asks when the service car stops, and the driver opens my door. “You’ve been quiet since we left the party.”
Define okay? My skin tingles every time you touch me. Your deep voice makes me shiver, and dancing in your arms was a bit torturous because everything inside me wanted you to touch more than my bare shoulders and my waist. But yeah, I’m cool. 
“Your brother and Hazel never arrived at the party,” I comment, not disclosing that I’d like to find out how my fake future boyfriend kisses. “Gia wasn’t there either.”
“I’m sorry about that. If you want, I can try to find out her whereabouts. My people can hack her phone and track her daily activities. He smirks and winks. “We can start stalking her.”
“Stalking?” I boom, laughing and covering my mouth when a couple walking close to us turns to glare at me.
“Yeah, that’s the word and you know what they say, ‘couples that stalk together stay together.’” He grins, his blue-crystal eyes shining with the post light.
That grin is addictive. I shouldn’t mind pretending to be with him while I’m working. A little fun on the side, some sexy times. Sex. I haven’t had that in a long time. So long that I can only remember what my toys can do for me. But I care. He’s a distraction. Each time he smirks, touches me or talks with the low-bedroom voice I want to jump him. That’s not only unprofessional but also illogical.
“Anything for the sake of the case, right?” My voice comes out a little throaty, needy.
He clears his throat, looking around and poking the elevator. “We should do this again,” he says, leaning closer to me.
“Technically, we have to do it again.”
Have I mentioned this is the best case I’ve ever worked on in my entire life.” He leans forward, kissing my cheek. His lips lingering close to my ear for one too many seconds. His musk-wood scent making my stomach flutter.
“Thank you,” I swallow hard, turning around and stepping into the elevator. “We can discuss our next move tomorrow.”
I poke the elevator, looking at the doors that start closing his gaze locks with mine.  His eyes darken, the intensity of that gaze makes me feel vulnerable, bare. I imagine my skin searing with the touch of his big hands. As the doors close, my phone rings. An incoming message. Unknown number reads the screen.
Unknown: This was the best first date I’ve had in a long time. Thank you.
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Claudia grew up with a childhood that resembled a
caffeine-injected soap opera.
She lives in Colorado working for a small IT company, managing her household
filled with three confused dogs, her geek husband, two daughters wrought with
fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house. To survive she works
continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she
consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity

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COVER REVEAL- Surviving Wilder by Cassie Graham

Title: Surviving Wilder
Series: The Wild #2
Author: Cassie Graham
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Cover Design: Sprinkles On Top Studios
Release Date: November 9, 2017
Candy Sawyer has decided to put her Strix obligations on hold in order to find herself – whatever that means. After years of being a dream-jumping white-witch, she hits the road with two friends seeking answers in the unknown. When she stumbles upon a small town in northern Arizona, she discovers something she wasn’t quite ready to deal with.

Sherwood ‘Wood’ Wilder is a broody, gorgeous, supernatural Pursuer who loves to grate Candy’s nerves. Some wouldn’t even call them friends – Candy, especially. So, when she runs into him while on a case, she doesn’t expect to have any sort of feelings for him other than aggravation.

Against her better judgment, Candy finds herself on a dangerous mission alongside Wood to unlock the secrets tormenting the town.

Their relationship becomes a thrilling game of cat and mouse, and soon, the lines they firmly put in place become blurred beyond recognition.

They’ve unknowingly jumped off a ledge. The question is, will their parachutes open before they hit the soil below?

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A Moscato aficionado, and chocolate mistress, Cassie Graham
is a born and raised Arizona girl. Her sass knows no bounds and almost always
has something kind to say, no matter the situation. She runs a platform of love
and strives to bring those attributes out in every book she writes.
Cassie studied English and literature in college and has an intense love for
fairytales. Go figure. Though she loves a good fairytale, she promises to
always put her characters through the wringer for that happy ending. She
started writing early in her high school career after an English teacher forced
her to write in a journal. Four years and thirty-something notebooks full of
words later, she found her passion.

Being a hopeless romantic, she found her love for romance after she fell in
love at eighteen. Stories became a lot easier to write after she found her
soulmate. Love exists and she’s blessed enough to live it every day.

If Cassie isn’t shoulder-deep in writing a version of a fairytale, you can find
her front porch sitting with her husband and daughter, eating all the bread,
gossiping with her best friends, visiting Disneyland, supporting strong women,
listening to cheesy music and reading great books by amazing people. She loves
binge watching Supernatural, drooling over Dean, Sam and Cas, and going to
conventions. She also enjoys spreading love any chance she can. So, if you run
into her, give her a hug or a high-five. She guarantees they’re magic.

Author of Unable to Resist, Anyone But Him, The Truth of a Liar, Enchanting
Wilder, and Who Needs Air.

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COVER REVEAL- Drive by Jacob Chance


Title: Drive
Author: Jacob Chance
Genre: Sports Romance/New Adult Standalone
Cover Design: Sybil Wilson, PopKitty Design
Release Date: December 1, 2017


Kissing a complete stranger shouldn’t be a life altering experience, but with him it was. One look into his mischievous hazel eyes and our lips were colliding without a second thought.

Now, months later, not only do I know his name, we’ve also become friends. Good friends. The kind of friends that kiss and cuddle together, all night long. The kind of friends that fantasize about being horizontal or vertical…and very much naked.

I’d never been attracted to the football playing jocks, but Nick’s different. When he’s not being a professional flirt, he’s undeniably sweet and funny. For every excuse my mind comes up with to keep my distance, my body finds two reasons to give him a chance.

Can he make the final drive into my heart or will I keep him in the friend zone?

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Jacob Chance grew up in New England. He’s a martial artist, a football fan, a practical joker and junk food lover.

An author of romantic suspense and sports romance, he plans to write many more sexy, suspenseful stories.

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COVER REVEAL- Breakaway by Heather M. Orgeron


Title: Breakaway: A friends to lovers romance
Author: Heather M. Orgeron
Genre: NA/Friends-to-Lovers
Cover Design: Jersey Girl
Release Date: November 9, 2017
I fell in love with my best friend but he didn’t love me back.
Sounds like a cheesy line from a country song, right? Too bad it’s the story of my life.
I thought that I’d moved on, swore he was the one.
But that facade began to fade in the flash of a half-carat diamond ring.
Now years later, here I am, running back to the boy who broke my adolescent heart, hoping that just maybe, he’ll be the one to piece it back together.
I fell in love with my best friend while she fell in love with him.
Ironically, it was my own damn fault. I practically served her up on a silver platter.
So I turned to my second love, basketball, moving across the country to escape.
For years, I’ve been sitting on the sidelines watching, waiting.

Now it’s time to make my move.
No more fouling out.
This time, I’m going to score.

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Heather M. Orgeron is a Cajun girl with a big heart and a passion for romance. She married her high school sweetheart two months after graduation and her life has been a fairytale ever since. She’s the queen of her castle, reigning over five sons and one bossy little princess who has made it her mission in life to steal her Momma’s throne. When she’s not writing, you will find her hidden beneath mounds of laundry and piles of dirty dishes or locked in her tower(aka the bathroom) soaking in the tub with a good book. She’s always been an avid reader and has recently discovered a love for cultivating romantic stories of her own.
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RELEASE BLITZ- By the Fates, Fulfilled by Patricia D. Eddy


Title: By the Fates, Fulfilled
Series: By the Fates #4
Author: Patricia D. Eddy
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Suspense
 Release Date: October 31, 2017

I spend my days hiding. Spelled behind a mask. Waiting. Hoping.
While in the dungeon, Raven suffers alone. Chained and tortured, waiting for Ealasaid to rescue him. To fulfill her destiny and save the world.
Then a man I thought long dead breaks through my defenses.
He knows who I am. He’s seen my true face. Will he expose my secret?
Or is he the one who will finally set me free?


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Chapter One

The lone figure shuddered under the thick wool blanket, and I released my breath. Alive. At least for tonight. The knot I’d carried in my chest for the past few hours loosened as I approached his cell. Not entirely, of course. The tether that bound me to the witch forced me to sense her constant fear. Only when she slept did I find any relief—and of late, she’d slept little. Perhaps once I cast the spell back in my chamber, I’d earn a few hours of peace.
Peace? You’re trapped as much as this man is. I cursed under my breath. The long days suffocating under the weight of my secret were taking their toll. I longed to breathe free air, but until we found a way to escape Eideard’s spells, I had to maintain my disguise lest the emaciated and broken man in the cell before me gained a companion. The dungeon walls pressed in on me. Most of the room was underground, keeping the temperature near freezing. Only the top few feet of the room peeked above the ground, a tiny window high on the wall providing a torturous glimpse of freedom so far from our reach.
Tufts of matted black hair stuck up from the prisoner’s cocoon. A thick chain rattled as he shivered. Why Eideard insisted on the manacle—running from the man’s ankle to a hasp low on the wall—I could not fathom. The binding spell, the starvation, and the beatings ensured he’d never escape. Not without some sort of miracle.
“Delphine? You’re relieved.”
The deep voice startled me. I nearly dropped the cup of water and the bowl of porridge I carried on a well-worn tray. The scents of cedar and fresh rain announced his presence behind me and I squeezed my eyes shut for a brief moment, not wanting to see him as he was now. After a breath, I found my voice.
“Shortly. I’ve brought the prisoner’s meal. You’ve time for a mug of kahve if you wish.” I turned, biting my lower lip to quell the tremble. Before…the human and I had been close, or we’d tried to be. I’d always found Conall to be a kind and interesting man—one I wanted to know better. Now, victim to the last remaining snáthaid, a stranger stood before me.
We hadn’t known what the snáthaid could do. How if left in a person’s body, it would burrow deeper, the magic eating away at the soul until only an empty shell remained, ready to be molded like clay. King Conall had died more than six months ago, and Eideard—along with his personal mage, Brandanna—had sculpted him into Lachlan, a low-level guard loyal to Clan Kendrick. After the witch’s escape, Eideard assigned Lachlan to the night watch to torture the lone prisoner even further.
“I…” He glanced towards the stone steps that led out of the underground dungeon. “I do not like kahve.”
“You had a mug with you last week.” My fingers started to itch and the dull throbs of a headache bloomed behind my eyes. I couldn’t hold onto my spell much longer—another half an hour at most. “No matter. Take this morning’s tray back to the kitchens. Eideard may not care if the prisoner sleeps in rat shite, but I refuse to spend my days watching the disgusting things crawl all over him.”
I opened the cell and then gestured to the untouched meal. “Go on.” Even in my lowly position—barely a member of the Guarda, more of a glorified kitchen wench—I outranked Lachlan. Everyone did. From the king to the lowest foot soldier. At least he had no memory of his former station. Small blessings, I supposed.
Uncertainty pinched his dark brows, but he wouldn’t ignore a direct order. As he rose, his hands shook, and his gaze pleaded with me before he turned on his heel and trudged up the steps.
I couldn’t spare the time to wonder why he feared leaving the dungeon. Moving quickly, I dropped to one knee and pulled the blanket away from the warlock’s face. He cringed and shrank further into the corner. “N-no.”
“Shh. It’s only me.” I rested my palm on his chest, each rib sharp under his thin shirt. “You must eat.”
“Let m-me d-die.” His eyes fluttered closed. Blue veins contrasted starkly against skin that hadn’t seen the sun in months. With more speed than I thought him capable of, he lunged for the athame at my waist. Cursing, I leapt back.
“You are not worth the wrath I would earn if you died, warlock.” I spat at his bare feet, drew my athame, and pressed the blade to his throat in case Lachlan came back. Unable to hold his head up, the warlock sagged forward as hoarse sobs wracked his body. I should never have let him go this long without the respite from the Mists. I knew better, but the witch had been so insistent. “You will stay alive for as long as the king wishes. This I promise you.”
The anguish in his voice threatened my tenuous control.  I glanced over my shoulder. We were still alone. I let my spell slip away for a moment, and rather than a middle-aged, stout devil woman with no hair, yellow teeth, and a thick middle, I stood before the prisoner in my true form. Tall, with silver hair past my shoulders, and barely enough bulk to hold my corset up, my familiar face rallied him, though only slightly.
“I can give you peace, for a day or two. But only if you eat.” Thankful Lachlan was taking his time, I slid the athame into its holster and grabbed the prisoner’s arms so I could gently lower him to the floor. My whispered words only seemed to drive him further into despair. “As long as she lives, she will never stop searching. She’ll find a way.”
“Or die…trying.” As the man slumped against the wall, his dark lashes glistened with spilled tears in the torchlight, and I swore under my breath as I noted how sunken his cheeks had become. “Help me…protect her. Kill me.”
Six hopeless months ago, I’d made my vow. How much longer could I stand to watch him suffer? “You are the only reason she lives.” I cupped his chin and forced his head up. “The full moon will be here soon. I’ll be able to get a message to her then. Eat, so I can give you respite.”
I pressed a spoonful of porridge against his lips and thanked the Fates when he accepted the offering. As he ate, I told him how angry the corrupt king had been the last time a contingent of his men had come close to finding Ealasaid but had been cut down by the witch’s power. Eideard had punched one of the stone walls so hard, he’d broken four bones in his hand. “The idiot forgot he’d sent Brandanna to Lobhdain the previous night. He had to suffer with those shattered bones for a full day.”
Angry shouts echoed from the main floor, but I ignored them in favor of holding the cup of water to his lips. “You will not last long in the Mists this time. You must eat more.”
The sound that escaped his throat confused me until I saw his chest shake. Laughter? “You try…that shite. Eideard…has them put lye in it.”
“Fates be damned.” I raised the bowl to my nose, sniffed, and fought not to retch. It had never occurred to me that the king would sink that low. “When next you see me, I’ll have a better meal for you.”
As I wrapped the blankets around him, he forced his eyes open. “Thank you.”
With my hand on his cheek, I cast the spell that would send him into a type of hibernation. Nightmares plagued him there, in a realm created by ancient magic, but at least the cocoon of the Mists spared his body the pain of so many hours trapped in a frigid cell with an icy chain around his ankle.
With a final moan, he succumbed to the tug of the devil magic, and the lines around his eyes and lips relaxed. The magic drained me further, and I shivered. “On my life, I will find a way to free you. Sleep now, Raven, and try to dream of Ealasaid.”
My fingers shook as I shut the cell door, and my vision wavered as I reclaimed my disguise.
Lachlan’s voice startled me, and I almost lost hold of the spell. I wrestled for control and cleared my throat twice before I risked speech.
“Aye. I’ve sent the warlock into the Mists for the night. He’s all yours.” I brushed past Lachlan, but the scent of blood caught my attention. With my foot on the first stair, I cast a brief glance at the former king. He held a crimson-stained handkerchief to his swollen lip. “What happened?”
“I tripped.” He shrugged, winced, and spat into the cotton square. “The prisoner ate?”
Tripped, my arse. Lachlan braced himself against the wall, his breath stuttered at the end of his inhalation, and his left eye bore a reddish tinge that would likely turn black and blue by the end of his shift.
“Sit.” I offered him a clean handkerchief. When he waved me off, I gave him my best glare. “If you bleed all over your uniform, you’ll earn more of the captain’s ire. And you certainly don’t want to pass out during your watch.”
He didn’t so much sit as collapse into the metal chair.  The occasional hiss escaped his lips as I staunched the blood and passed a quick cooling spell over his swollen cheek, his jaw, and his ribs. “Nothing broken?” My magic faltered as I met Lachlan’s gaze, and I struggled not to show him my true form.
He frowned, shifted to one side, then back again. “No. Not this time.” His last words almost disappeared into his hands as he scrubbed his face. “Leave me. Please.”
Regret twisted like a knife deep into my gut as he struggled to straighten his shoulders. If I thought I could maintain my spell any longer, I’d offer to stay with him, but my skin had already started to crawl with the sensation of a thousand spiders. With the moon full, the mage would be gone, renewing the spells that surrounded the castle. If I could break into her rooms, perhaps I could find a way to escape the dampening field that kept me—and Raven—trapped here.
“I’ll relieve you a bit early tomorrow. Good night, Lachlan.”
Halfway up the stairs, his words followed me. “That’s not my name.”
I almost rushed back to him, hoping I’d find some part of the former king. But he’d relieved me every day for the past month and I’d never seen a single spark of recognition. I couldn’t risk the time or the danger. No. King Conall was dead. Killed by the snáthaid six long months ago. No amount of wishing could change that.
“Be well, my friend,” I whispered as I pushed through the scarred wooden door that sealed the dungeon off from the rest of the castle. “As well as you can be.”

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Patricia D. Eddy lives in many worlds. Witches, vampires,
and shifters inhabit one of them, military men and women fill another, with
sexy Doms and strong subs carving out the final slice of her literary universe.
She admits to eleven novels (though there are at least five unfinished drafts
on her desk right now), all while working a full-time job, running
half-marathons, and catering to the every whim of her three cats. Despite this
whirlwind, she still finds time to binge watch Doctor Who all of the Netflix
Marvel shows, and most recently, The Handmaid’s Tale. Oh, and she hopes to one
day be able to say that she plays the guitar. Right now, she mostly tortures
the strings until they make noise.
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RELEASE BLITZ- Spirited Away by Mary Billiter


Title: Spirited Away
A Resort Romances Novel
Author: Mary Billiter
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
 Release Date: October 31, 2017
What happens when the legend of the old west becomes the new reality? In Mary Billiter’s fun novel of investigating the unknown and navigating love, a drop-dead sexy cop and a fiery redhead are linked by a mysterious haunting and the unsolved crime of passion behind it all.

When Reese Pemberton relocates from the Golden State to the Cowboy State for a corporate promotion, she discovers a different state of mind. From the hustle and bustle mayhem of the Bay Area to the slow and easy meanderings of Wyoming, Reese welcomes the change in pace as the hotel’s new general manager. However, she shuts the door on the notion that her hotel is haunted.

But when a series of mishaps introduces the fiery redhead to the hotel’s legendary cowboy ghost, she begins to question the events surrounding his demise.

Reese and Cheyenne police detective Cody Pring join forces to put to rest the spirit that haunts the hotel. In the process, they discover long-buried secrets. Can the two solve a decades-old mystery or are some things better left with the dead?


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Mary Billiter is a weekly newspaper columnist and fiction
author. She also has novels published under the pen name, “Pumpkin Spice.”
Mary resides in the Cowboy State with her unabashedly bald
husband, her four amazing children, two fantastic step-kids, and their runaway
dog. She does her best writing (in her head) on her daily runs in wild,
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RELEASE BLITZ- Blocked by L.P. Dover



Title: Blocked
A Breakaway Novel
Author: L.P. Dover
Genre: Sports Romance
Publisher: Random House/Loveswept
Release Date: October 31, 2017


He’s got every reason to be cocky . . . until a female cuts him down to size.

I’m Dallas Easton, the best goaltender in the league. I make a damn good living playing hockey, and with women falling at my feet wherever I go, why not enjoy it? I get whatever I want, whenever I want—that is, until I come across the one player who gets the best of me on the ice.

When I try to pummel the dude, all hell breaks loose. Imagine my surprise when the helmet comes off to reveal a woman underneath. And not just any woman, but the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Callie Davis is the complete opposite of the puck bunnies I usually go for, a good girl with sick moves and a selfless streak a mile wide. I need to make amends, but she dodges me at every turn. It doesn’t help that Callie’s brother hates my guts, or that my agent thinks she’s bad for my career.

But I could care less what they think. I can’t let our little run-in on the ice be the end of our story. Because when I set my sights on something, I won’t rest until I score.


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Heart pounding, I stared him down, waiting for him to take the shot. The second he drew back his stick, I got into position, only for him to hit me right between the eyes with his glove. For a split second I lost my focus, and he slapped the puck right between my legs.

“Motherfucker,” I growled, glaring down at the glove on the ice and the puck in the goal. The worthless cunt actually had the audacity to throw his glove at my face. Kellan burst out laughing and the whole rink echoed as they cheered at my expense. Red just fucked up big time.

The others tried their luck to no avail, and then Red was back at it. I waited for him to throw the other glove, but instead, he turned and sprayed ice right up into my face, his body colliding with mine. During our fall, he hit the puck right into the goal. Rage coursed through my veins and all I could see was red . . . literally. Getting up quickly, he started back toward the others and I slid out my stick, hooking it around his ankle. I jerked him back and he fell. If he wanted to play dirty, I’d show him how dirty I could be. He tried to get up, but I pushed him back down, tossing my mask and gloves onto the ice. The others shouted and skated toward us, but I wasn’t letting Red get away with making me out to be a fool.

“Think you’re hot shit now, huh?” I spat, grabbing him by the jersey. He was smaller than me, so it wasn’t hard to flip him over and rip off his mask. Blinded by rage, I pulled my fist back, only to stop cold in my tracks. I stared at the face behind the mask, completely transfixed.

The person lying on the ice wasn’t Justin’s brother. It was a woman, and not just any woman. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Before any words could escape my lips, Justin tackled me to the ice and my breath whooshed out of my lungs as we slid to the wall.

“What the fuck is your problem? That’s my sister,” he shouted angrily. Eyes darkening, he slammed my shoulders against the wall.

Catching my breath, I looked up at him and held up my hands. “I didn’t know it was a female. I wouldn’t have touched her if I’d known.” Under most circumstances, I’d have punched him and been done, but I felt like a tool.

His nostrils flared. “You’re such a prick.”

“Justin,” his sister called out. We both looked over at her as Kellan and the other two guys helped her up. They all stared daggers at me, including her. “Let’s go.”

Justin pushed off of me and skated over to her. I got one last look at her angelic face and emerald green eyes before she turned around and disappeared off the ice.


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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in periodontics, enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.

She loves to write, but she also loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes and white water rafting, and has a passion for singing. Her two youngest fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime, usually Christmas carols.

Dover has written countless novels, including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, the Armed & Dangerous series, the Royal Shifters series, the Society X series, the Circle of Justice series, and her standalone novel Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense, but if she got to choose a setting in which to live, it would be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.

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