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Shattered Krystal by Claire Lalique

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Shattered Krystal by Claire Lalique

Series: Shattered #1
Genre: romantic suspense
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Life can change on a dime.

When Krystal McKenzie was kidnapped by the Rattler King MC she was broken, physically and mentally. She didn’t think she would ever recover and wasn’t sure she even wanted to.

Enter rookie police officer Samuel Donahue, her knight in shining armour. After rescuing her, he was not going to allow her to be anything but healthy, confident. Whole.

After all – she was the love of his life. He knew it the minute he laid eyes on her.

He wasn’t taking no for an answer.

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Tiago by Reily Garrett

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Title: Tiago
Series: A Kurupira Romance #1
Author: Reily Garrett
Genre: romantic suspense, paranormal
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Where would you run when there’s no place to hide?

Twenty-four hours ago, Brielle stood helpless while an intruder murdered her mother. Her struggle to stay ahead of the psychopathic stalker seeking her DNA and birthright necessitates she flee her glass and concrete jungle.

Tiago, an immortal challenged with protecting the rainforest, faces a genius scientist who has created genetically specific bacteria and needs only the crystal worn by a foreigner to create hell on Earth.

Two strangers must learn to trust and work together in order to save the ones they love.

An exciting blend of action, adventure, and romance between a man not looking for love and a woman desperate to survive.

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Macabre shadows crawled across the tile floor to coalesce in a growing pool, bathing the kitchen in dark comfort as Brielle closed the back door. A long day of sorting microbes had induced residual eyestrain she’d love to deep six in favor of a long vacation where her closest neighbors hung by their tails, ate bananas, and cavorted on liana vines.

The last day of work before leave always entailed loose ends needing a quick tie-off. To make matters worse, her panty-whispering boss hit on her for the hundredth time, not understanding the word no. Perhaps some longhorn beetles deposited in his lunch box might change his point of view as far as women equating rabbits, waiting to be bred. If she had to make a comparison, she’d have likened herself to a lynx, solitary and a little wild, preferring dense forest to the concrete and glass modern world.

She’d chalked the day’s pall of trepidation up to the inevitable catastrophe encroaching on her horizon, bearing down at a speed her mind failed to comprehend. Heavy rain drumming on the roof didn’t help her mood. Now, her gaze scanned obscure corners of the room for the source of her tension.

Soft snoring from her mom’s bedroom drifted down the hallway as she eased into her own room, those precious, breathy sounds she’d not hear much longer as the ravages of cancer devoured her mom’s strength. She’d never expected fairness in life, but the avalanche of disaster plunging downhill threatened the fabric of her sanity. She and her mom were all she’d ever known through the highs of earning an advanced degree to the lows of her social awkwardness.

Muted rays of moonlight sifted through shivering autumn leaves to highlight two airline tickets sitting innocently on her dresser. Next trip—there’d only be one. Within weeks, she’d lose her only known family, the only person who’d understood the unique complexities of her character and loved her anyway. They’d wanted to see the Amazon River basin one more time, together. Making special arrangements had taxed her mental reserves as if that very action brought her closer to orphan status.

Sitting on the end of her bed was more an act of weakening legs than design. When hot tears finally glazed her cheeks, she feared the tidal wave of emotion would smash her wall of stoic determination and drown her in its flood to wash away any trace of her existence. The soft tapping raindrops against the windowpane emulated a metronome from hell, counting down her mom’s remaining heartbeats in cold, mechanical precision.

Holding tight to the necklace at her throat gave little comfort tonight. Normally, it served as a constant reminder of its origins and the semi-annual trips they’d taken to the rainforest, but now the cold crystal brought images of her mom’s failing health despite every effort to stop the cancer’s invasion of her liver and lungs. She’d never taken it off or even shown it to another living soul, per her mom’s warning.

“Oh, Mom, please don’t leave me. We have to find a way to beat this.” Yet the ineffectiveness of the latest round of chemo echoed in her mom’s new hand tremor and the wheeze punching the air even on short walks.

Through it all, self-pity had not become her master or companion, yet to see the only one she loved defeated and accepting the inevitable broke her in a way nothing else could. Day-to-day deterioration made her long for the calming sights and sounds of the Amazon. Its varied existence softened the harsh reality of her life. A cold Guarana might soothe right now, but the caffeine would keep her awake, and her mom wanted to talk on the plane tomorrow morning. Finally, she’d hear the story of her birthright. Water would do just fine—for the moment.

Mechanical movements of packing in low light and reserving an early AM taxi had become rote with years of practice. One of her peculiarities provided her with unusually keen sight, negating the need for a bedside lamp. If only her mind were as keen and could fathom a way to destroy the insidious invasion claiming her mom’s life essence hour by hour, minute by minute.

Light clinking of dishes as she put away the air-dried, dinner plates reminded her they wouldn’t be eating their next weeks’ meals in what Uncle Jack called civilized society. From their first trip to the southern hemisphere long ago, she’d preferred the simpler way of life, but her mom had insisted it wasn’t time to move south. Not yet. The basis for that decision remained a mystery, to be solved at thirty-thousand feet the next morning.

“I wish we’d relocated years ago. Maybe the shaman could’ve found a cure.” Small pools of low light from cylindrical pendant lamps over the sink provided the only illumination in the kitchen and a soothing balm to her fracturing soul.

The fine hair on her nape prickled, alerting her to danger, yet no stealthy sounds disturbed the atmosphere. No subtle change in air currents brushed her face. She could move like that, too.

Figurative bands tightened around her chest.

She stilled.

“I’m glad you didn’t.” The sultry feminine voice held as much arrogance as threat.

Whirling around in shock, Brielle dropped the porcelain plate. Its shattered pieces skidded across the porcelain tile to stop at a black, steel-toed, jump boot, the rhythmic tapping indicating her intruder’s agitated frame of mind.

A sharp inhale supplied further information as the mystery guest swayed her arm left-to-right, right-to-left. Her six-inch blade handled as an extension of her fingers and reflected narrow beams of light to dance along the ceiling. Beads of moisture clung to her leather jacket and pants, perpetuating the chemical smell filling the air.

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Reily Garrett is a West Coast girl transplanted to the East Coast. Past employments as an ICU nurse, private investigator, and military police officer has given her a host of different environments to add a real world feel to her writing.

Though her kids are her life, writing is her life after. The one enjoyed…after the kids are in bed or after they’re in school and the house is quiet. This is the time she kicks back with laptop, surrounded by her shepherds, to give her imagination free rein.

In life, hobbies can come and go according to our physical abilities, but you can always enjoy a good book. Life isn’t perfect, but your imagination can be. Relax, whether it’s in front of a fire or in your own personal dungeon. Take pleasure in a mental pause as you root for your favorite hero/heroine and bask in their accomplishments, then share your opinions over a coffee with your best friend (even if he’s four legged). Life is short. Cherish your time.

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Nelumbo Nucifera by Cristina Slough

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Series: standalone
Genre: women’s fiction
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On the surface, Gaby Parker has it all; however, behind closed doors, is a woman who lives in constant fear of the man who was supposed to love her: her husband, Kyle. Beaten, desperate, and broken, Gaby realizes the only way to escape from her violent husband is to kill herself — on paper. Gaby is dead, and Riley Locklin is born, residing in the tranquil coastal town of Chesswick Bay Montauk where she hopes to start over and meets a man who shows her bruises aren’t kisses.

Meanwhile, back home, Kyle is doing everything in his power to prove Gaby isn’t dead.

But…police find her burnt-out car and remains?

Kyle isn’t buying it; he knows she’s still alive. He launches his own full investigation to find his wife — and he’ll stop at nothing to claim her back. A female Detective assigned to his wife’s case doesn’t like him very much after discovering a domestic violence report – scorned by the history of her mother’s domestic abuse, she’s determined to send Kyle down for his wife’s murder.

And then he finds her. Will Gaby finally take a stand?

This book contains themes that some readers may find disturbing. Contains possible triggers.

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Yellow tape still concealed Burbank Woods. The fresh woodland had been engulfed in a misty grey fog, the road stained in thick black soot with fractured pieces of glass that glistened in the early morning sunlight on the morning the car was found. Even days later the smell of burnt rubber and plastic hung in the air. The debris remaining of the mangled wreck made it tough to identify a possible victim—until one of the police officers discovered a licence plate, crumpled like a scrunched up piece of paper, but not too damaged that the numbers and letters couldn’t be read. After a simple enquiry, it was discovered that the car was registered to Mrs. Gabriela Parker, a woman who had been reported missing by her husband just a few short hours before. This wasn’t just an accident. Isla could feel it, taste it, smell it; there was so much more to this. From across the room, Isla saw him—the man she was sure was responsible for his wife’s disappearance. She knew that there was much more to this than what the sonofabitch was letting on. His arrogance infuriated her. He had a certain swagger in his walk, making a statement with every step.

“What the fuck is he doing here already?” 

“Parker’s lawyer got the conference moved forward. They want optimum viewing time. People want to hear a statement from the husband,” Hardy answered, lifting a steaming polystyrene cup to his lips, gently blowing the steam before he took a loud sip.

“Of course they do. It just proves he’s even more of a slick sonofabitch. I wonder what kind of cock and bull sob story he is going to invent. This should be good.” Isla grabbed a notebook and a pen and headed across to the growing crowd. Kyle was surrounded by hungry journalists. She pushed her slender body through the sea of people. 

“It’s almost time,” a PR woman shouted. 

“It’s not a bad turn-out,” Hardy said to Isla. 

“Middle-class white woman, wife to a powerful investment banker goes missing, a body that we can’t identify, yet. Of course it was going to be a good turn-out. These scum suckers live for the drama, don’t they?” Isla had a love/hate relationship with the press. It annoyed her how involved they became. They acted as if they, themselves, were cops. But, they also had their uses too. 

Kyle’s dark hair was slicked back. He was dressed in business casual blues; he walked into the conference room. Isla could see the awaiting journalists perk up when he came in, nudging one another, pointing. Isla could lip read Marsha Henley’s lips. “That’s him.” Marsha Henley was a pit bull of a journalist. If there was blood, she could smell it for miles off. Over the years she and Isla had locked horns, but now they had reached a level of respect for one another—two women in a man’s world, fighting for truth and justice. The PR woman came into view again; she placed a cardboard poster of Gaby Parker on an easel. The blown up picture of Mrs Gabriela Parker showed a beautiful woman with flawless skin, full lips and dark chocolate eyes. She had a thick main of perfectly groomed crimson red hair that framed her stunning features. In the picture she was smiling. But it was a smile that Isla knew wasn’t real. She called it the “Stepford smile.” It was forced—nothing but a show. Behind that smile was a woman that was dying inside. The old cliché was true: Eyes are the windows to the soul. 

“Lips may do the talkin’ but eyes do the tellin’.” That is what Isla’s mother had always said, and it was a truth that Isla had lived by. Even before she became a cop.

As soon as Kyle climbed onto the platform and took a seat on an aluminium chair, the room started to illuminate with cameras as they flashed repetitively. The scuffle of feet scraping against the floor and the constant clicking sound filled the room. Isla folded her arms across her body and kept her gaze on Kyle. 

Let the world see what a great showman you really are. 

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Devil’s Host MC box set

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Series: Devil’s Host MC #1-4
Genre: contemporary romance, new adult
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Meet the dangerous enforcer of The Devil’s Host MC in this complete bundle!

When a big scary biker shows up at Jimmy’s Diner fifteen minutes before the end of my shift—covered in tattoos and looking at me like I’m on the menu—I should flip the open sign to closed. 

But I don’t. 

I’m too used to doing what I’ve been told. Too used to working and struggling and surviving to do anything different. A closed sign wouldn’t stop him anyway. He’s here to collect a debt. And I’m the only one left to pay.

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I can’t process all of him at once. He’s that big. He is scruff and muscle and a white T-shirt tucked into dusty jeans. He looks weathered and road weary, like most of Jimmy’s clientele, but…more. Everything about him is intense. His knife-blade cheekbones. His heavy brows.

His blue eyes flash icy heat, and some animal instinct tells me this man isn’t looking for sass, that if he finds it, he might do something about it, something I won’t like at all.

He’s made himself comfortable in the booth with his leather jacket tossed on the opposite side along with a sleek black helmet. I’m pretty sure there’s a motorcycle parked out front now to match his accessories. If only I’d heard the rev of an engine and the spray of gravel, but I was too busy humming and watching the clock. A warning would’ve been nice. I might have locked the door a few minutes early, even if it did mean Jimmy would dock my pay.

No. I wouldn’t have locked a customer out. But I’d have braced myself better.

His hands are massive and flat on the tabletop. Tattoos crisscross his blunt knuckles, the ink broken by spidery scars. It takes my brain precious seconds to decipher the blue-black loops and whirls as letters.

It’s like he’s put them there for inspection. But not the “clean enough for supper, ma’am?” kind of inspection, the “how much damage do you think these can do?” kind.

A lot of damage. That’s the answer. A lot. Those are knuckles that have been through walls and windows. Flesh and bone.

I want to say we’re closed, but Jimmy’d can my ass for turning away a paying customer. I want to run back to the kitchen and get Harry to tell him to take his business elsewhere, but Harry isn’t any match for this man. And I’m frozen in place anyway. I can’t peel my eyes away from his hands.

I stare harder, and it hits me that the letters over his knuckles form words.

Lost. Soul.

Some fear inside me eases, because that’s almost romantic. Lost souls and lone wolves. Desperadoes. If he were really terrible, he wouldn’t have to advertise. The truly dangerous men blend in.

“Not much of a talker, are you?” he says.

I try for caustic, but the words slip out as half whispers. “Not when I don’t have anything to say.”

He laughs again, only softer this time. More smug. “I can respect that.”

Him respecting anything about me seems like the most ridiculous thing yet. Even sillier than me standing here for long minutes without taking his order. My gaze drifts up his colorful forearms, across his chest, and over the hard pecs I can make out through thin cotton. His neck, corded with muscle and more ink, flexes under my scrutiny.

Everything about him is hard, except for his mouth.

His lips look soft. And pinker than they should be. A sensual mouth, curled into a smile that says I know everything you’re thinking, and yeah you’re exactly right. A smile that says test me, please. A smile that says I’m hungry and you look like cake.

Fuck me. I want to be cake.

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Hard Rules by Lisa Renee Jones

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Series: Dirty Money #1
Genre: contemporary romance
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Wall Street meets the Sons of Anarchy in the smoldering, scorching first novel in the explosively sexy new Dirty Money series from New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones.

How bad do you want it?

The only man within the Brandon empire with a moral compass, Shane Brandon is ready to take his family’s business dealings legitimate. His reckless and ruthless brother, Derek wants to keep Brandon Enterprises cemented in lies, deceit, and corruption. But the harder Shane fights to pull the company back into the light, the darker he has to become. Then he meets Emily Stevens, a woman who not only stirs a voracious sexual need in him, but becomes the only thing anchoring him between good and evil.

Emily is consumed by Shane, pushed sexually in ways she never dreamed of, falling deeper into the all-encompassing passion that is this man. She trusts him. He trusts her, but therein lies the danger. Emily has a secret, the very thing that brought her to him in the first place, and that secret that could that destroy them both.

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Book Blitz! Indecision – Elisabeth Grace

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Series: Maine Attraction #1
Genre: contemporary romance, new adult
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From USA Today Bestselling Author, Elisabeth Grace…

Jackie Davenport will try anything once, especially in the bedroom. Anything except falling in love. She lives a carefree existence packed full of fun, but free from emotional entanglements and that’s just how she wants to keep it. When she meets the new police officer in town, she’s unable to deny the connection between them. His over confidence and bullish ways grate on her…still she can’t help but find herself falling into his bed AND falling for him.

Jamie McTavish is man enough to admit that he probably didn’t make the best first impression when he met the 911 Operator. That doesn’t mean there isn’t still sizzling sexual tension between them. He’s a man of action and he’s not content to sit on the sidelines until Jackie works out her issues. But trying to tame this tiger might be too big of a challenge for even him.

WARNING: In order to enjoy this book you need to be a fan of hot sex with equally hot guys and enjoy brooding alpha males. LOL

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Jesus Christ, was she trying to kill me? I’d been here for hours and as if the sight of Jackie in her cute sundress wasn’t enough, I’d had to spend the past hour watching her bounce around the pool while a group played volleyball. The chocolate brown bikini she was wearing clung to her firm figure and left little to the imagination. She’d pulled her dark hair up into a messy bun and the green in her eyes seemed even more prominent than usual because of the sun she’d gotten on her face earlier.

“Jamie, why don’t you join us?” Ben yelled across to me from the pool. “Patterson has to get back to the Mrs., and we need someone to sub in.”

I’d brought my suit since the invite referred to the event as a retirement/pool party. Getting a closer view of Jackie in that flimsy scrap of fabric she called a swimsuit wouldn’t hurt either.

“Give me a minute, and I’ll go change,” I shouted back.

Jackie’s lips formed a thin line, as if she didn’t approve of my joining their little game, which only made it that much sweeter for me. The sexual tension that had been thrumming between us had me wanting to get under her skin. I figured if I couldn’t touch it, I could get under it at the very least.

But by the time I made my way over to the pool, the game had changed and the guys were now playing with the women hoisted up on their shoulders. I felt a grin forming on my face. This ought to be fun. My gut tightened when I saw Jackie’s tanned legs wrapped around the shoulders of the guy she’d left me to go speak to earlier. They certainly seemed cozy with one another. What was the deal with those two?

I mentally shook it off. I had no claim to her. Jackie could do what she wanted. As could I.

I politely pushed my way through the crowd on the patio area and caught Jackie’s eye a moment before I reached the pool. I grinned with satisfaction when I noticed her gaze dart down the expanse of my chest and back up. When she caught me looking at her perusal of my assets, her eyes flared for a second and then morphed into an expression that reminded me of a child who’d been caught doing something wrong.

I chuckled and dove into the pool. “Okay, what are we playing?” I asked once I surfaced.

“Jamie, you get Sylvia on your shoulders,” Ben said.

I glanced over at the blond waiting in the corner of the pool. She gave me a coy smile. I didn’t know who Sylvia was, but I smiled warmly and introduced myself.

“I’m Jamie. Good to meet you.” I held my hand out for her.

She giggled for a second, then shook it. “Sylvia, pleasure. I’m glad you decided to join us.”

Someone made a disgusted sound behind me. “Are you guys going to ogle each other all afternoon or are we going to play?” It was Jackie, and she sounded irritated. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve guessed jealous.

I turned to face her, almost laughing. She looked pouty with her hands crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face.

“Hold up there, princess. Give us a minute.” I grinned, knowing my comment would antagonize her further.

She made another sound of frustration and uncrossed her arms.

“You ready to kick their ass?” I asked Sylvia.

“Definitely!” She flipped her platinum hair behind her shoulder and smiled.

I swam down under the water where Sylvia had widened her stance and put my head between her legs, rising up out of the water so that her thighs rested on my shoulders. When I came up out of the water, I saw Jackie bending down as best she could and whispering into her partner’s ear. The guy whose shoulders she was on patted her leg and nodded. My jaw clenched at the sight of his hand on her thigh.

“Alright. Three points until match. You all set?” the guy who was acting as referee shouted.

Everyone on both sides nodded, and I spread apart from my other teammates to cover the most ground. As I watched the muscles in Jackie’s thighs clench around the other guy’s neck, I vowed that I, too, would have my head between Jackie’s legs before the night was over.

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Book Blitz: Love On The Malecon – Aubrey Parr

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Title: Love On the Malecon
Series: Love On #1
Author: Aubrey Parr
Genre: contemporary romance
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In the heart of downtown Puerto Vallarta, there is a magical oceanfront promenade known as the Malecon.

As a tribute to her father’s life, Nicole James travels to his favorite place on Earth. On the cobblestone streets of charming Puerto Vallarta, she meets Derek, an ex-MMA fighter who invested his winnings into land for luxury hotels. Derek is fabulously wealthy, aging like fine wine, and lives on resorts like an endless vacation. Could her father have orchestrated this chance meeting with Mr. Right from beyond the grave?

Derek Stone never thought a woman would fit into the world he created, until Nicole came along. She’s beautiful, smart, and sexy. More importantly, she has no idea of his money. Derek has taken care of himself for his entire life. He’s not used to trusting anyone. Can he tear down his walls and let Nicole inside? 

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Derek’s kiss was slow but strong. His tongue searched all over her mouth. He kissed her lips, her chin, her neck, all as if he was trying to absorb as much of her as he could. He took her face in his hands and looked into her eyes.

Let me take you inside,” he whispered.

Nicole could barely speak. She nodded her head and the next thing she knew, he reached his hands down to the backs of her thighs and picked her up off the ground. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried back into her hotel room. Derek supported her back as he laid them both down onto the bed. He was looking down at her and his breathing had quickened.

What are you doing to me?” he asked her and this time he waited for an answer.

I can’t explain this,” was all that she could think to say. It seemed to satisfy his curiosity because he lowered himself on to top of her and took her mouth in his again. And her fantasy continued. The night before, she had been in this very bed, imagining what it would be like to have Derek there with her. Now here he was, his weight on top of her exhilarating.

He took his time kissing her. Nicole wasn’t hugely into foreplay, but she enjoyed that he didn’t seem rushed to get to sex. She grasped the back of his shirt and lifted it up enough to feel the strong muscles along his back. A raspy moan came from his mouth and he began kissing lower on her neck. The style of dress didn’t give him full access to her breasts, so he slowly inched it from her thighs to her waist and over her chest. She lifted her arms for him. He pulled it off of her and tossed it across the room. Then he reached under her and unhooked her little black bra. That sailed through the air as well. Then she pulled his shirt off and there they were, him in linen pants and her in her little black thong.

She could see more tattoos and her heart skipped a beat again. He had some hair scattered across his chest. Even though it had a tint of grey to it, it was still extremely sexy. His chest was tanned from his trip and very muscular. He had big tattoos covering both shoulders, one on his chest, and a few that trailed down his biceps. She wanted to know what each one meant to him. Her tattoos were all meaningful to her and she wanted to know the stories behind his.

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Aubrey Parr waited until her she was forty to publish her first novel. Although she received her Master’s in Accounting, Aubrey always knew that she wanted to write. She was inspired by her great-uncle, author Evan S. Connell. She lives with her husband and daughter outside of Chicago, Illinois and is currently writing book 3 of her Love on… series. When Aubrey isn’t writing, she can be found with a book in her hand.

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