Friday, September 17, 2021

Dingo (Devil’s Fury MC) by Harley Wylde #mcromance #99c for a limited time @changelingpress

 


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Dingo (Devil’s Fury MC) by Harley Wylde

#mcromance #darkromance #AsianHeroine

 

Meiling -- All I’ve ever known is pain. My life has been far from a fairy tale. No parents. No friends. Just an endless nightmare that I can’t wake from. Until the day a man offered me his hand and promised to keep me safe. I’ve never trusted anyone before, but there’s something about him. Maybe it’s insane, but I know he won’t hurt me, and when he puts his arms around me, for the first time in my life I feel loved.

Dingo -- I’ve always had a soft spot for women and kids in trouble. One look at Meiling, and I knew I had to protect her at any cost. The beautiful girl with the wounded soul. After all she’s suffered, all I want is to make her smile, make her feel secure, and give her a chance to find happiness. But first, I need to take out the men and women responsible for hurting her. It might get ugly, and messy, but they don’t call me Dingo for nothing. I’m a crazy bastard, and I won’t stop until she’s safe. I just didn’t count on falling for her along the way.

Publishers warning: Meiling’s past isn’t pretty. Dingo and Meiling’s story deals with issues of human trafficking, bureaucratic corruption, and vigilante justice. This book contains darker themes that may trigger some readers.

 

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EXCERPT

Copyright ©2020 Harley Wylde

The new-ish compound for the bikers wasn’t too terribly far from the Ruby Slipper, but walking in four-inch heels made it feel like I’d hiked for miles by the time I reached the gates. I had my large bag slung over my shoulder that had everything I owned, which wasn’t much, and I fully expected the jackass at the gate to dig through it. He eyed it a moment, then raked me over with his gaze from head to toe.

“You here to party?” he asked.

I winked and gave him a sexy smirk. “You know it.”

The guy chuckled and waved me through. I sashayed through the gates and up to the clubhouse. Music was pounding so loud I could hear it clearly through the closed door and windows. When I pushed my way inside, the thick smoke clinging to the air made my eyes sting as I squinted and tried to take it all in.

“Meiling?”

I blinked and jerked my head to the right, my jaw dropping as Beau came toward me, shoving his way through the crowd from the bar.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, his tone a little harsh as he glanced around.

And just like that, the heart I’d thought I didn’t have anymore broke in two. Of course. Me being here would embarrass him. If I’d known Beau was part of the Devil’s Fury, I’d have kept my distance. The fact I hadn’t seen him since he ran should have spoken volumes. I didn’t blame him for not coming back for me. And I didn’t blame him now for the frantic way he scanned the crowd, as if he were afraid someone would link the two of us together.

“I’m sorry, Beau. I didn’t know you were part of the Devil’s Fury. I wouldn’t have come if…” I swallowed hard.

Beau jolted forward, and a large man leered down at me. “Prospect, you know the rules. Patched members get the pussy first. Go tend the bar.”

The leather vest he wore said Scorpion on it. I assumed that was his name. He wasn’t bad-looking, not that looks had ever mattered to me. But this was Beau’s territory, and I needed to leave. Looked like I’d be sleeping in my usual spot after all.

“I was just leaving,” I said.

“Really?” asked Scorpion. “Because it looked to me like you just arrived. And, honey, I have plans for you.”

“I didn’t know that…” I glanced at Beau. His jaw was clenched tight and his eyes were flashing. Yeah. I needed to leave. Seeing me would be a painful reminder to him. Thankfully, he’d never know what happened after he left. It was a secret I intended to take to my grave.

Without another word, I turned and walked out. I knew he wouldn’t follow, wouldn’t stop me. I didn’t know about the other guy, but he probably didn’t want some woman he had to chase down. I hurried through the gate and back onto the street, then made my way to the bridge on the outskirts of town. The laughter and crude jokes reached my ears long before the men came into view. I stopped, hesitating. I could still go down there, curl up and rest for a bit… for a cost.

 


REVIEWS

I was consumed by this book from the first page..” – Knoxcity, BookBub

This is a heartbreaking, sad, raw, and captivating story.” – DreaFernandez, BookBub

Wow this book was....wow. I can't find the words. It was beautiful and touching and painful and incredible...” – Sara, Goodreads

“This tale had a lot of twists and turns and was just heartwrenching - brilliant!!!!” – Tanya, Goodreads

 


ABOUT HARLEY WYLDE

Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.

 

When Harley‘s writing, her motto is the hotter the better — off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what they deserve.

 

The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980’s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990’s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.

 

You can find out more about Harley or enter her monthly giveaway on her website. Be sure to join her newsletter while you’re there to learn more about discounts, signing events, and other goodies!

 

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Thursday, September 16, 2021

Book Tour & Giveaway! Haunted Bride by Maggie Tideswell

 


Haunted Bride

Moragh's Ghost Book 1

by Maggie Tideswell

Genre: Paranormal Romance



"Excellent read! Maggie Tideswell's book is impossible to put down. This writer is skilled in evoking deep emotions in the readerA pleasure to read." - Amazon Reviewer

A marriage of convenience - no strings attached - suited both Holly and Joshua just fine; a virgin marriage, so that they could both walk away… But they made a crucial mistake: they didn't take chemistry into account.

Holly —
Seriously? They actually advertised for a husband for her without telling her?
She was going to have to kill them, stone dead.

But having a ‘husband’ behind her would give her an edge she didn’t have now. Donald, her ex, and his wife would have to revise their strategy of keeping her children away from her. That was an advantage worth taking a risk for. But what kind of man was likely to respond to a tiny ad in the newspaper no one reads anymore?

Joshua —
Nicole had to marry him now or let him go. He was done waiting, but he did not know what else he could do to persuade her to his way of thinking. Until he saw the little ad in the paper. A plan fell into his head as if he'd snapped his fingers. This woman who audaciously advertised herself as available would do perfectly. Married to another woman would make him irresistibly attractive to Nicole – as was the case with everything she wanted and couldn’t have.

From the moment Holly accepted Joshua’s offer of marriage, strange things started happening to her, and the strangeness followed her to her new (temporary) home. She was going to have to unravel a decades-old mystery before anything else.

A ghost, a wronged fiancée, and trouble with everyone around them. Will Holly and Joshua get what they’ve set out to achieve?





Joshua closed the door behind the last of the guests and steered Holly into what he called the morning room. A friendly fire now burned in the grate, the flames dancing energetically in the wind whispering down the chimney. 

He handed Holly a glass of wine. “You’re going to drink this one. I’ve been watching you all night. Not much made it down the hatch, did it? Bettina is going to be hurt to know how little the bride appreciated her cooking.” 

“I couldn’t eat. And I’m not much of a drinker,” Holly mumbled. She’d eat and drink and be merry when she felt like eating and drinking, when there was something to be merry about. Tonight was not one of those occasions. Now they were finally alone, she was nervous, if that kiss in the study was any indication…

One question kept going through her mind. Was she strong enough to resist Joshua’s considerable charms? If not, where would that leave her in the scheme of things? 

The silence in the room finally penetrated and she looked up. Joshua was staring at her and the expression in his eyes dried her mouth. His face was impassive, but the hunger in those gray eyes burned her skin where they touched. 

If only she could shake the feeling of strangeness enveloping her so she could concentrate on Joshua. 

He raised his glass to her. “Thank you for marrying me. I hope everything turns out exactly as you wanted it to.” His voice was very low, but her nerve endings had no trouble picking up the timbre. 

“No, thank you for marrying me. Do you really think your plan is going to bring Nicole around?” 

Glass in hand, pulling at his tie, he sauntered toward her. “Oh, yes, it most certainly will work. You see, tonight was the shocker. Next, she’ll go into denial and try everything in the book to discredit you, then will come the tears and tantrums and finally, there will be capitulation. But enough about Nicole. I told you, I have no intention of spending our wedding night discussing my ex-fiancée. Tonight is yours, Mrs. Jordan.” He touched his glass to hers. “Please, tell me about your children.”

No children. 

She shivered and moved a step closer to him. She didn’t doubt anymore that Moragh had followed her to Fairley, but what did she have against children? What did she have against her boys, specifically? “Donny is ten and Matt eight. They’re lively, happy boys. At least they used to be.” 

“Why did you get divorced?” 

“Umm, Donald must have gotten bored with me. He employed Gwen as a temp when his secretary went on maternity leave. They must have started their affair almost immediately. I thought it would fizzle out, but it didn’t. Donald wanted a divorce, and there was no point fighting it. He married Gwen a month after the divorce was finalized.” Holly glanced into the dark corners. Nothing was lurking there, but someone was in the room with them, she felt the presence. 

“He didn’t waste time, did he? Why did he get custody?” Because she was, Joshua also glanced about. 

“We have joint custody. To minimize the trauma of the divorce for them, I wanted the kids to stay in their familiar environment. For that reason, we didn’t sell the house, so Donald and the kids could live there, close to their school. It was just easier that way. I had the kids every other weekend and we used to alternate school holidays.” 

“Sounds like a good arrangement. What happened to change it?” 

Holly tried to concentrate on the conversation. “It started to go wrong about eight months ago. Suddenly, Donald had an excuse every time I arrived to pick up the boys. Then two weeks ago, the same day you proposed, Gwen accused me of trying to get Donald back and of poisoning the boys against her. She told me I’d never see my kids again.” 

“She can’t do that.” 

“I know, but she is, and Donald is letting her.” Holly swept another glance about the room. It was empty except for the two of them, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone else was in the room with them, someone she couldn’t see. 

Joshua glanced over his shoulder. “Phillip will tell us what we should do about the kids and your ex. Now, back to us. You seem nervous. Are you scared of something?” 

“Yes, very,” Holly said without thinking. She gulped some wine and managed to choke herself. Next thing she knew, the glass disappeared from her hand and Joshua was vigorously patting her back. 

Eventually, she wiped the tears from her face. “Thank you,” she croaked, trying to put some distance between them. But Joshua didn’t let her go. 

“Are you sure you’re all right?” His hand was warm on her back. With the other, he lifted her chin. 

“It went down the wrong way.” Her voice was still not her own. 

“Oh, dear, sounds like I’ll have to resort to mouth to mouth, after all.” He pulled her up against his chest. “You’re not scared of me, are you?” 

Holly swallowed hard. “Should I be?” She glanced over his shoulder.

Noticing, Joshua turned to follow her glance. 

“That depends.” He grinned. “Do you think a kiss very dangerous?” 

He was making fun of her. She pushed against his chest. “Joshua, we shouldn’t…we have a deal…and you said…you said…” 

With his hand cupping the back of her head, he pulled her closer. “Forget what I said.” He smiled, homing in. “You’re my wife at this precise moment, and I want to kiss my wife.”

But he didn’t kiss her immediately. As he studied her face, his smile dwindled. His hands moved down her back, pulling her closer. It had been a very long time since she’d felt a hard male body against hers. Anticipation dried her mouth, objection pushed to the farthest recesses of her mind.

His breath, tinged by cigarette smoke and wine, warmed her skin in the moment before he brushed his lips over hers, then closed them over her mouth.

When he lifted his head to look questioningly at her, she was the one to draw his head back down to hers, pressing herself to him. The air kissed her back, and she vaguely registered her wedding dress slipping from her shoulders. Without breaking away from his devouring mouth, her fingers found the buttons on his shirt, and it joined her dress on the floor.

He groaned deep in his throat when they came together, skin to fevered skin. He lifted his head when the hard ridge of his erection pressed into her.

She barely recognized his voice. “I want you very badly, but are you sure, Holly?”

She didn’t want to talk, she didn’t want to consider the implications of what they were doing. All she knew was that she wanted him. Her answer was to unclasp his belt and push his pants to his ankles.

He grinned as he lowered her with utmost care to the thick carpet.


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Maggie Tideswell, internationally acclaimed bestselling South African author, has a passion for romance. All over the world people are falling in love, making it love, not money, that makes the world go round.
Ghosts just can't seem to leave her alone and she combines things that can't be explained, sweaty bodies and rumpled beds in a way that will make your toes curl and your hair stand on end.
Maggie just can't do without perfume, coffee and the internet. She is nearly as passionate about food as she is about creating alpha heroes every woman will fall in love with, just as she does, every time.
The strangest thing is that cats have never played any kind of role in her stories, as she is owned by three of them.
That might change soon.


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Tuesday, September 14, 2021

Blog Hop: The Best Man #bdsm #romance #MFRWsteam


Welcome to the September Steam Hop! This is a monthly event that showcases authors in the Marketing for Romance Writers community who write steamy stories. Today I'm sharing an excerpt from:

The Best Man

Blurb:

When Dominant Michael St. Clair meets Chad Emery in a BDSM club, he knows immediately that Chad is the submissive he’s been looking for. This is a man who will trust completely and surrender totally. Both men are blindsided by the pull of sexual chemistry, but Chad declines a repeat performance. Still, fate has other plans.

Chad is shocked to discover that Michael and his boss have business connections, and Chad is asked to help Michael open a new BDSM dungeon. At first things are awkward between them, but underneath the tension is a simmering attraction. Michael helps Chad explore his needs and after a few play sessions, a real relationship develops. Chad realizes that Michael is the best man for him. But just as he’s ready to reveal his love, Chad is caught in a lie and he fears he’s lost Michael forever.

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Excerpt

The sub looked like he’d stepped out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog, with his perfectly styled brown hair, and a brilliant white smile. Perfect on the outside, but he seemed a bit reserved. Michael longed to release the boy’s inner animal, but that might take time and this was a one-night only encounter. He’d have to do the best he could in the short time they had.

Standing behind the boy, Michael felt heat growing inside him. This was new. Normally, he was well into a scene before he became aroused.

Dominance and control brought Michael bliss, but combined with such strong sexual desire this scene might take him to new heights. He wanted to share the pleasure with this sub, so he chose his flogger carefully. Michael began by trailing the tails over the boy’s back and ass, caressing his skin with a light touch. The sub’s body shivered under the caress. Michael increased the intensity gradually. His light stroke became harder.

The boy’s flesh was pinking nicely. Michael varied his rhythm and placed his strokes carefully. He searched for the combination that would give this sub ecstasy. Time after time, Michael brought the boy to the peak of sensation and then backed off.

Finally, a hard stroke landed on a spot that produced a delicious groan. The boy threw his head back and cried out. “Please, please, please…”

Michael felt an answering groan echo inside his own body. He dropped the flogger and moved closer to the boy, murmuring in his ear. “I’m here. You’re okay.”

Michael traced the pink stripes on his back. The boy shivered even though sweat covered his body. He looked so beautiful Michael ached for him. “What is it, boy? What do you want?”

A groan came from deep in the boy’s chest. “I want…I need…”

This boy was everything a Dom could want in a submissive. Michael ached to possess him completely, but he had to know it was mutual. “Yes. Tell me.”

The boy looked desperate. “Please. Please, Sir. Fuck me, please.”

Yes! That’s what Michael needed to hear before he took this further. Now he knew he’d gained the boy’s trust and submission. Now he could take him completely. Michael tried to speak calmly. “I’m going to give you what you want, pet. What we both want.”

Michael slid a finger inside the boy’s ass. The boy thrust back into Michael’s hand. “God, yes, Sir. More. More, please.”

Michael added another finger, stretching the tight passage to get him ready. His fingers rubbed the boy’s gland.

“Oh, God! Please, Sir. Fuck me.”

Michael was more than ready, his own cock painfully hard. He forced himself to remove his fingers.

The boy cried out. “No!”

“I’m not going anywhere, just getting a condom.”

Michael unzipped his pants and freed his cock. He sheathed himself quickly, then he guided his cock home, and pushed inside. The boy sobbed, and Michael thought he might, too. Being encased by such tight heat felt glorious. Michael pulled out and then pushed back inside, starting a quick, hard rhythm. Still restrained, the boy pushed back as much as possible. They were both on the edge. Michael reached around to fist the boy’s cock.

It only took a few strokes and the boy came. He shot hard, and his contractions pulled an orgasm from Michael.

Author Bio

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

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Monday, September 13, 2021

The Rewired Series: The Recruiter by Alexander Mukte #thriller #giveaway

 


The Rewired Series: The Recruiter

by Alexander Mukte


BLURB:  The Rewired Series

Series Blurb:

This is a fantastic, genre-bending series that weaves together the best mystery, visionary, and speculative fiction elements. With characters that span across books and time, The Rewired Series explores what plagues humanity and the impact each person can have while leaving you with the promise of a better tomorrow. Alexander Mukte wraps all of these themes inside edge-of-your-seat, engaging mysteries with larger-than-life characters you’ll want to revisit again and again.

Blurb:  The Recruiter

A fast-paced and thought-provoking mystery that will keep you on your toes until the very end. The Recruiter is an entertaining and thoroughly enjoyable start to the series, full of intriguing twists and turns.

 

Leslie may be an idealist, but she's no fool. She trusts her boss, Ori, implicitly. He has vision, principles, and a way with people. When a bomb is detonated at work, she finds herself caught up in a whirlwind of events. All of a sudden, their lives are on the line, and every choice matters.

 

Is Ori who she thinks he is? Why would anyone want to hurt him? And how do they get out of this mess? Leslie doesn't have it all figured out, but what becomes clear is that there's a lot the world doesn't know about Ori Clayborn.

 

Jessica is driven to make a difference by uncovering the truth. Investigative reporting is her life. One day she gets a unique assignment that leads her back to her hometown and into Ori's orbit. What will she find, and what's her role in this?

 

The Recruiter is a captivating, imaginative story that draws you in deeper and deeper, page-by-page. Alexander Mukte creates a universe that pulls you in and doesn't let you go.




 

Excerpt One: from The Recruiter

 

Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or the darkness of destructive selfishness. This is the judgment. Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, “What are you doing for others?”

 

Martin Luther King Jr.

 

Prologue

 

“Did you think we were going to let you get away with it?” The man’s voice was both incredulous and triumphant. The light from the full moon began to fill the room as Ori’s eyes adjusted. He inhaled deeply. The man continued as if he was talking to himself, “We knew you were up to something. Did you actually think that you stood a chance?” Ori surveyed the room. He squinted to focus on his surroundings.

 

“Are you listening to me?” the man continued speaking while Ori remained silent, not acknowledging him. Ori made out three bodies in the room with him: one talking, one holding a flashlight, and a third one close to what looked like the door.

 

The shack was an old cabin but was well built. No lights were turned on, nor was there a fire burning, so as not to attract any unwanted attention. The natural moonlight was perfect to illuminate most of the space. In the areas where the moonlight did not reach, there was the glow of a bright flashlight. This flashlight was suddenly pointed directly into Ori’s eyes. 





AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Alexander had an active imagination his whole life, but it wasn’t until the birth of his son that he began putting the stories in his mind on paper. He wanted to be an example of someone pursuing his passion, dreaming big, and taking chances.

 

Alexander loves people, their stories, and their backgrounds as well as what shapes them, how they think, and what they dream about. He has a passion for learning and is known by most as an intensely curious person who eagerly soaks up anything and everything he can. He dreamt of a career that allowed him to learn new things every day. In writing, he has found a life that allows him to do just that.

 

After graduating with a degree in business, Alexander volunteered in the U.S. Peace Corps where he aided in creating sustainable small business ventures in Central America. Before taking this leap of faith, Alexander did Business Development and Consulting for large domestic and international companies. These experiences weave themselves into the characters, places and stories he creates.

 

An avid traveler, Alexander enjoys exploring new places with his family. He was raised in Southeastern Arizona, and now calls Georgia home, along with his wife and two sons. 

 

The Recruiter is Alexander’s first novel, though perhaps the 39th in his mind. We hope you enjoy it, and Deeply Rooted Dreams, as much as we have.

 

Author Links:

 

Amazon Author Profile: https://www.amazon.com/~/e/B084G4KKRD

 

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The Recruiter

 

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mukte/1136281285

 

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Deeply Rooted Dreams

 

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Thursday, September 9, 2021

Never Enough by Nancy Fraser #ContemporaryRomance #Giveaway @GoddessFish



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Nancy Fraser will be awarding a $20 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

When Amanda Thorne arrives on San Bella Island, she’s tired and in bad need of a vacation. She’s just finished paying off her late husband’s many debts by selling their home and belongings. On her way to Dallas for a new job in a medical research lab, she’s taking one week to recoup before beginning her new life.

Nicholas Holloway is recovering from a 2-year stint undercover for the U.S. Marshal Service. Ordered to take a vacation to clear his head, he ends up on San Bella at the same time.

Will these two battle-scared souls find peace in the other’s arms? And, will they be able to walk away at the end of their one-week fling?

Caution: This book contains love scenes and language some may find offensive. Or hot!


Read an Excerpt

Diamond Key Resort, San Bella Island
Sunday Afternoon

Nicholas Holloway tapped his fingertips restlessly against the rich mahogany finish of the hotel’s reception desk. Drawing a breath and letting it out slowly, he calmed his jittery nerves and waited for the return of the young clerk. After a few more moments, she came forward, her gaze assessing him up and down.

“You’re in room 301, a corner king, Mr.... uh... Holloway.” Handing him his credit card and the electronic keycard, she told him, “You can take the main elevators to the left. Or, if you’d prefer, the stairs next to the patio entrance.”

He nodded, and asked, “Which way to the bar?”

She gave a quick tip of her head. “Just through those glass doors to the right.”

He took a few steps away from the desk, and then turned back. “Thank you.” Staring at her name tag, he added, “Melanie.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Holloway.”

Nick grabbed the worn canvas bag sitting at his feet and headed toward the stairs. The climb would do him good, burn off some of his residual energy, the adrenaline he’d not yet set aside.

‘Get out of here, Nick’, his boss had ordered. When he’d meant to argue about being sent away, Greg had added, ‘One week. Shrink’s orders. You’re lucky it wasn’t a month. Now f**kin’ go’.

And, so he’d gone. All the way to San Bella Island.

Nick let himself into the well-appointed king-size room and dropped his bag on the floor next to the bed. He’d unpack later. First, he needed a shower, something strong to drink, and a full day’s sleep.

Better yet, he needed a woman. A warm, willing piece of ass who didn’t want to talk afterward. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. What were the chances the prim and professional Melanie would be open to a tumble between the sheets?

Retrieving clean underwear and his toiletry case from the oversized duffle, he turned toward the bathroom. He’d barely cleared the doorway when he caught sight of himself in the large mirror above the vanity.

No wonder the front desk staff had given him the once over—more than once.

He braced his hands on the edge of the sink and leaned closer to his reflection. It wasn’t Nick Holloway he saw but, rather, Phil Thompson, the undercover persona he’d worn like a shield for the past two-plus years. Nick closed his eyes, wanting more than anything to shed his alter-ego and all the emotional baggage that went with it.

About the Author:
NANCY FRASER—Jumping Across Romance Genres with Gleeful Abandon—is an Amazon Top 100 and Award-Winning author who can’t seem to decide which romance genre suits her best. So, she writes them all.

Nancy has published over forty books in full-length, novella, and short format. When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.

Website: http://www.nancyfraser.ca
Blog: https://notesfromaromanticsheart.blogspot.com/
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