Born and raised in the heart of New York City, Danita is a singer, writer and lover of romance. Her fourth novel, Dark Love Rising is her first vampire romance. She is the author of the ghostly love story Adderley’s Bride and the Cardiff novels, Falcon’s Angel and Love Entwined.
Mystery, mayhem, the fantastic and the fey are as intriguing as Siberian Huskies - shout out to the Khan Man. One more hour with her laptop and Danita is living the dream.
Former MI6 agent Xavier Quinn would say that you're daft if
you think he will stop killing for a living. But that is exactly what is
about to happen. Very soon now, Quinn will start killing to stay alive. On
the run after taking out the wrong man, Quinn would die a happy man if he could
just live long enough to ruin the Parliament member who set him up.
Layla, a 2,000 year old vampire with a moral code, has
other plans for the contract killer. When she awakens to the sound of a dark
rising, she enlists Quinn to join her on a mission to save humanity from
her twin sister Tamara.
is just the kind of man that a cold-blooded killer like Tamara needs in her
world. A man like Quinn, who never believed in humanity, has only one belief;
self-preservation. Being a vampire sounds much better than staying human in the
game of kill or be killed. Will he stay alive long enough to find out how
Layla's love can change the equation?
Quinn tucked the gun into his belt and
stepped over Al-Sharif’s body.
He had spared the woman. There was no
reason to kill her; she was a harmless streetwalker who had just chosen the
wrong date tonight. He’d told her to go, and at first she had protested,
demanding payment from Al-Sharif. When she saw the gun, she ran.
Quinn started up the riverbank towards the
hotel strip, and stopped. A body fell to the ground in the distance. It was too
far to tell whether it was a man or woman, but he suspected the blonde hadn’t
run far enough.
There was no one else on the Nile banks
this time of night. The blonde had plenty of time to disappear, and now he had
no time to sweet-talk her. If she was thinking of blackmail, he’d get it over
with quickly. With one hand resting lightly on the gun, he made the trek down
the strip, brilliant lights on the left, a darkened Nile on the right.
He stopped before the fallen woman, who was
curled into a fetal position, naked and not blonde. The blackest hair he’d ever
seen covered most of her, but the shivering limbs he glimpsed seemed luminous.
There was no moon tonight, and yet her skin glowed, like the alabaster
figurines the locals sold at the bazaars on Sharia al-Lokanda.
Quinn knelt to help the woman up. “Are you
He took her by the shoulders as she held
her head and wavered unsteadily on her feet. Not rail-thin like the drugged
starlets who haunted the casinos. Her skin was porcelain covered in gauze and
cold as ice, but her curves were hotter than Hades. Her hips were lush and her
breasts would fill his hands. Her sickly pallor made her seem too far-gone to
be saved from death. He knew death; it was his business.
She was a beautiful cadaver. This young
woman was sick.
He let her go when she was able to stand on
her own. She pushed glossy sheets of midnight hair out of her eyes and it fell
to either side of her, covering her breasts like a silken shroud. He was
watching that hair shimmer against her hips in a lover’s embrace when he felt
her hands clamp around his neck.
He grabbed her wrists, but couldn’t break
the frosted beauty’s grip on his throat. For one unbelievable moment, he
could have sworn her feet didn’t touch the ground. Her head was level with his.
She had seemed almost catatonic before, but
now, even as he struggled, this petite goddess pulled him down.
Her eyelids fluttered and he thought she
would pass out, but the grip on his neck was cutting off his air supply.
Just as his own eyelids began to close, she
looked him directly in the eye.
“Aurelius.” Eyes, the shape and color of
almonds, widened in recognition and she loosened the chokehold on his throat.
Roxanne D. Howard is a U.S. Army veteran who has a bachelor's degree in Psychology and English. She loves to read poetry, classical literature, and Stephen King. Also, she is an avid Star Wars fan, musical theater nut, and marine biology geek. Roxanne resides in the western U.S., and when she's not writing, she enjoys spending time with her husband and children. Roxanne loves to hear from her readers, and encourages you to contact her via her website and social media.
ER nurse Sonnet Mendoza's new housemate Griffith Parker proves
there is more to a man than meets the eye, and shows her there's more to life
than just her career.
Sheltered and cosseted, Sonnet Mendoza abided by her papi’s wishes
her whole life: no boys, studies first and always. Now an ER nurse in a busy
Chicago hospital, medical school is so close Sonnet can taste it. Just like her
father always wanted. Just like she can taste all the things she wants—like
Griffith Parker, the man of her dreams and her new housemate.
Working “graves” in a large hospital as a security guard while
attending the police academy during the day doesn’t leave ex-Marine Griffith
Parker any personal time, but after meeting the beautiful Sonnet Mendoza,
business as usual is anything but. Sassy, smart…and interested in him, too?
Except, she’s made an art of keeping her distance, and she’s been clear that
her plans don’t include him. But the heart wants what the heart wants. His
wants Sonnet. He’ll put it on the line to win her.
Griffith took the proffered mug of
coffee with a grateful grin, and went out to his car. She was curled in the
armchair, reading a medical journal article on the benefits of holistic
medicine when he came back inside. In one hand he had a run-down red power
drill. In the other, he lifted what looked like a black bike rack.
it okay if I put this up? I’ll remove it and fill in the holes when I leave.”
set her new mug of coffee on the table. “Um, sure. What is it, exactly?”
what? Like the character in X-Men?”
gave her a lopsided grin. “No, c’mon. I’ll show you.”
followed him to the open archway where the living room led into the dining
room. He looked around the ceiling, and lifted a hand to knock on the wall partition
above them. It made a solid sound. “Here should be perfect. There’s enough
space for it below the wainscot.”
what?” she asked, confused.
chuckled, positioned the black rack-like thing on the wall above them, and held
“Oh, it’s a pull-up bar?”
loud, electric whirr of the power drill echoed as he fixed the pull-up bar to
the wall space above them. She watched his strong legs as he stood on a chair
securing the last screws. He yanked on the bar a little to ensure it was in
place, and patted the wall. “That ought to do it.” He jumped down from the
chair and set the power drill on it. “Want to see it in action?”
need to jump a few feet in order to even hold onto it. “If you can reach that
thing and still do pull-ups, be my guest. I’ve got to see this.”
chuckled and ducked his head as he peeled off his T-shirt. She did her best not
to salivate at the sight of his hard body. The man was all muscle, and didn’t
have an ounce of fat on him.
want to get sweat on it.” He winked at her, balled the shirt up, and set it on
the chair. But Sonnet wasn’t listening, her eyes remained glued to his
impossible muscles as he jumped up, clutched the bar, and crossed his ankles.
He started doing pull-ups.
folded her arms and stared. Hell, she couldn’t pretend not to, even out of
courtesy. Her pussy throbbed, and she clenched her thighs together to soothe
the ache. “One,” she joked when he got to ten.
shut it, you. These are, ugh, hard to do.”
small trickle of sweat trailed past the long, faded scars between his
shoulders, along the center of his spine, and the crazy image of licking off
the droplet filled her brain. “I’ll take your word for it, and let you do all
by me,” he grunted, and dropped back down. “And that’s how it’s done.”
She held onto his shirt while he
grabbed some paper towels and dried off, then chucked them in a nearby bin. She
handed him the shirt, though what she really wanted to do was bury her nose in
Erica Lynn is the author of yummy, erotic goodness. She lives in Houston, TX with her husband, daughters, and dogs. She considers the beach to be her happy place and, as fate would have it, fell in love with her husband after a day of sun and sand. She’s a self-proclaimed reality TV junkie, and especially loves The Real Housewives. In her few and fleeting spare moments, she loves to settle down with a nice glass of wine and a sexy book.
Lacey Wilson is a lot of things. She’s beautiful. Sweet. A
little sassy. And about to be divorced. Now, on the verge of turning thirty,
she’s on a mission to find herself, both emotionally and sexually. No
attachments. No baggage. No problems. But when her best friend convinces her to
attend a private party, where masked men and women go to have a little
anonymous fun, she finds herself staring into the eyes of the most incredible man
she’s ever seen, and caution gets thrown to the wind. After all, what’s just
Cameron Jennings likes to keep things simple. He helps out at his father’s
garage during the day, then goes home to a few beers and TV. No muss, no fuss.
Until one night when he’s working as the doorman at a private party, and meets
her… Once he slips the purple mask over Lacey’s eyes and gets a taste of what
she has to offer, he’s done for.
With Lacey on a mission to rebuild her life, and Cameron completely infatuated,
will she be able to convince him they could never have a real future after the
way they met? Or will he prove her wrong?
“Look, the girl from last night isn’t me. She’s
not here. I’m truthfully not interested in one-night stands or
a friends-with benefits type situation. Not that you care, but my life
has been pretty hellish over the past year, and I’m desperately
trying to get my head on straight and work on some things.”Such as jumping into
situations headfirst like an idiot with
men I don’t know.“I’m
just saying, she was fun and a little on the easy side. It’s fine, it was
an experiment, it is what it is. But you want to askherout, and all I can offer isme.”
Cameron narrowed his eyes and studied her face,
and Lacey couldn’t help but feel as if he could see inside
her. “I don’t think she was easy. I think she was there to have a good
time, and I sincerely hope she did. And anyway, who says she’s all I
Lacey gave an exasperated sigh and threw her
hands in the air. “Then what is it you want?”
“I want to takeyouout. You know, on a date.” Cameron turned toward the back counter and
grabbed a small bag from the side, then placed it in front of Lacey.
She hadn’t noticed it when she’d looked over the
food, but her curiosity was definitely piqued.
He opened the bag and pulled out a wrapped
sandwich, then placed it in front of her. The paper crinkled as
he pulled it back to reveal an absolutely sinful grilled cheese
sandwich. “I get why you’d think I’m only interested in messing around
again, and it’s okay. All things considered, I can’t really say I blame
you. But the truth is I want to get to knowyou. Stassi
mentioned you didn’t care for lunchmeat, so I made sure to get something you
could eat. Their grilled cheese are the best in town.”
Lacey’s stomach growled at the decadent smell of
the food as he pushed it closer. “I know, they’re my favorite.”
Lacey, I care about all of it. Let me take you out on a proper date. We’ll start over. No funny
business. I promise I’ll be an absolute gentleman.”
“Ha.” Lacey unwrapped the rest of the sandwich
and tore off a large piece. “A gentleman would have brought
tomato—” “Soup?” Cameron reached back in the bag, pulled
out a small container of tomato soup, and placed it in front
of her. “Yes, he absolutely would.”
the container and smiled up at Cameron.Hmm. Mr. Too Handsome is kind of adorable…
THROUGH LOVING YOU by @pat_preston #NewRelease #RomCom
Award-winning author Patricia Preston writes mainstream romance, historical romance and comedy. She is represented by the Seymour Agency. She is the author of a mainstream contemporary romances, Love Heals All, for Kensington Books/Lyrical Press imprint. She has several other e-book titles available including a historical romance, TO SAVE A LADY, set in the French Quarter during the Battle of New Orleans. She also has a comic short story anthology, DIXIE DARLINGS, available in print. Besides writing she loves music, photography, graphic design, and visiting her favorite historical locales including the French Quarter and the Natchez Trace.
In the Southern
town of Lafayette Falls, a new life brings together a woman with everything to
lose and a doctor with everything to prove.
When a sickly infant is surrendered at the Lafayette Falls Medical Center, and orphaned soon
after, pediatrician Aaron Kendall arranges to adopt him. After a painful
divorce, the busy baby doc is about to realize his own dream of becoming a
father when the baby’s beautiful
estranged aunt turns up. She doesn't exactly approve of the Kendall
bachelor pad complete with Aaron's cranky dad and wacky brother, forcing Aaron to form a risky alliance with
Country singer-songwriter Lia Montgomery barely knew her half-sister, but she's
determined her tiny nephew goes to a good home. If only she fit the bill
herself, but her stressful life
on the road is no place for a baby. Yet despite her misgivings, as she gets to
know Aaron, she realizes the smart and sexy doctor is everything a child could
want in a dad and more unsettling, everything she's ever hoped for in a man.
After all she's put him through, is it too late to form a family and maybe put
a song in the good doctor's heart?
looked across the table at his brother and for a moment, all the fear and
heartache bottled up inside him exposed itself in his voice. “I can’t go
through losing a son for the second time.”
brow netted in a worried frown as he sat up straight. “Okay.” He tented his
fingers. “So you’ve gotta get tight with the girl.”
are you talking about?” Aaron continued to squash the aluminum can. “I have
nothing in common with Lia Montgomery.”
have the baby,” Stevie pointed out. “I know that’s not what you want, but it is
what it is. And you need to make the most of it. Bro, women are not that hard. Listen to me. You’ve got this chick whose
sister just died so she’s got all this guilt and grief going on. And then
there’s the sister’s sick little baby. Okay, so what’s Lia gonna do? I mean, she’s
family. She’s gotta do something or she’s gonna feel like crap about herself.”
Aaron tried to cut in.
going at this ass-backwards by trying to scare her off. How’s that working for
you? Acting like a jerk? No wonder she wants the baby transferred.”
threw the ball of crushed aluminum at Stevie, who caught it. “Just putting the
truth out there,” Stevie said. “Of course, I know why you’re an asshole, but
glared at his kid brother, but he didn’t say
gotta put on your sad face. Like this.” Stevie’s face crumpled so that he
looked on the verge of tears. “It works every time. I promise.” He grinned.
“You need to say you’re sorry for how things went today. Keep on the sad face.
Then you tell her you really could use some help because the baby doesn’t have
He’s in an incubator. He doesn’t need clothes.”
not about the baby needing clothes. For chrissakes, do you know nothing about women?
It’s about shopping. The magic word. Shopping,”
Stevie reiterated. “Tell her you’d like for her to pick out some clothes for the
baby and, hey, decorate the nursery, too. She’ll go wild. Shopping for baby
stuff. That’s like mainlining heroin for women.
her you want her to pick out some toys,
too. And then you go from sad face to hopeful face. Like a dog waiting for a
treat. And you say that with her help, you think you can be the best dad ever.
Bingo! You win! She’ll be thrilled because she’ll get to feel good about
herself and she’s getting to help with the baby. You got her hook, line, and sinker.”
crazy is you sitting out here, covered in sweat, having a pity party about the
past. You’re missing the opportunity of a lifetime if you know what I mean. Call
can’t call her. I don’t have her number.”
didn’t get her number? Holy shit.” Stevie threw the ball of aluminum back at Aaron
who caught it. “You know, that’s standard protocol.”
Aaron replied. “But in this case, she’s not available.”
leaned forward. “Every chick is available if you play your cards right, bro.”
Sharon Buchbinder has been writing fiction since middle school and has the rejection slips to prove it. An RN, she provided health care delivery, became a researcher, association executive, and obtained a PhD in Public Health. When not teaching or writing, she can be found fishing, walking her dogs, or breaking bread and laughing with family and friends in Baltimore, MD and Punta Gorda, FL.
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With thousands of people passing through the casino’s doors
on a daily basis, it’s no surprise that a variety of lives and loves are on the
line there. It’s said that you’re more likely to lose your heart at La Bonne
Chance than a hand of poker. Whether you are the Director of Casino Operations
or the guy who created its software, a jilted bride or a black jack dealer, a
past guest’s ghost or a sous chef--when it comes to love, the stakes are high.
Thank goodness what happens at La Bonne Chance, doesn’t
always stay at La Bonne Chance….
Ready to roll the dice?
An Inn Decent Proposal,
Can an hotelier with a past and a chef with a future revive the grand
dame in a neglected old inn?
Perfect Odds, Lashanta
When a jilted bride meets the man of her dreams, will she embrace the
new plan, or cling stubbornly to the old one?
A Ghost To Die For, Keta
She didn't believe in ghosts...until one showed up in her room.
Raising Kane, Kat Henry Doran
Funny how a night in jail will change a woman's outlook on life.
For Money Or Love, Margo
She's the one woman he can't afford to lose.
Take A Chance On Me, M.J.
Who do you count on when the chips are down?
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Excerpt from An Inn Decent Proposal by Sharon
Post auction, a stunned Jim Rawlings and excited Genie King
go to a coffee house. Overwhelmed with self-doubts, Jim begins to question his
“Why did you want
“The old girl called to me, begged me to save her.” He gave
Genie a wistful smile. “Do I sound crazy?”
“You call the Inn ‘she,’ too?”
“Yes, she’s like a grand old dame who’s fallen on hard
times. Remember the parties? The famous
people who stayed and played there? Celebrities came to the Inn because they
knew their privacy and secrets were safe with us. If those walls could
talk! Every day was new and exciting. I
would love to bring back her glory days.”
Genie leaped up, ran around the table and hugged him. “I
have the same dream. We can do it.”
He hesitated for a moment, then returned the gesture, his
hands unable to resist lingering on her luscious curves just a tad too long.
Genie’s inviting cleavage made him wish they were somewhere private. He could
scarcely breathe and had to shake his head to dispel naughty images of nuzzling
her soft breasts. “We can do what?”
She sat down again, but clung to his hands. “I’ve done the
research. The Inn should be in the National Park Service Historic Registry—but
it isn’t. If we can get her added to the Registry, there are laws and standards
about how we make the rehabilitation. We can bring it up to modern codes, but
have to use certain treatments—”
“I hate to burst your bubble, but where will we get the
money to do all this?” He wasn’t sure he could afford too many more big gambles
like this last one.
Her face flushed and her sapphire blue eyes sparkled. “If we
can get her added to the Registry, we’ll qualify for special low interest
loans. And for a major tax credit. And we have a million dollars in equity.”
“Pretty, smart—and you say you can cook? If you can do all
that, you are a genie.”
She released his hands, pulled her shoulders back, and
inadvertently gave him a better glimpse of her bosom. Genie gave him a scalding
look. “Are you challenging my cooking, Mr. Rawlings?”
Uh-oh. He never dreamed of Genie having a little temper. He
couldn’t resist tweaking her. “I’m sure you’re a solid cook.”
She stood, almost knocking her chair over. “Solid? What the
hell does that mean? Average? Good enough to make the turkey for Thanksgiving
dinner for the family—but not good enough to cook for guests? Tell you what, Mr.
Critic, you come to my house for dinner tomorrow night.” She scribbled her
address on a business card and threw it on the table. “My food makes men go
weak at the knees.”
Hypnotized by the sway of her voluptuous ass as she stalked
out of the nearly empty café, Jim bet it wasn’t just this saucy woman’s cooking
that made strong men weak.
Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to melt their hearts. Writing a romantic suspense Irish American series for Tirgearr Publishing, Deadly Alliance is followed by Unholy Alliance. Bittersweet Alliance is in the works. Keep an icy drink handy while reading these hot stories.
Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels. She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji. Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.
Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors. While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write. If you’d enjoy news, sign up for Kathleen’s newsletter at http://www.kathleenrowland.com/
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
True colors, virtue and character, are revealed in crisis. In their own ways, heroine Tori and hero Grady undergo personal drama but exhibit calm and rationality when their loves are rocked by a murderer. She stops beating herself up for her mob family’s mistakes. He becomes more empathetic.
How do you come up with your characters?
Protagonists need four solid characteristics and one flaw. Antagonists need one good quality. Otherwise characters would be lifeless. After determining qualities (which involves their horoscopes) how they react is set in stone.
Do you have any writing rituals that you do while writing?
Prior to writing a book, I write the intended blurb for the book, followed by a synopsis. I place chapter headings in Scrivener. This avoids a saggy middle and forces forward writing with goal, motivation, and conflict. Often another twist takes over, but I don’t stray far from the intended plot points. I write tight and steamy romantic suspense.
What types of books do you enjoy reading in your free time or what do you like to do with your free time?
I bring my Kindle everywhere. The types of books I enjoy most are sexy contemporaries and romantic thrillers. I often select books from Tirgearr Publishing. My husband and family are in the center my life, but I love travel to Hawaii, Europe, and favorite places in the U.S. We rent some type of small boat if possible on vacations.
Does your family read your books?
Yes, particularly my husband who also loves hearing what I’m writing now. For my teenage grandchildren I wrote a sweet futuristic Intervenus series. The first book of the series,A Brand New Address, finaled in the Book Buyers Best contest in 2015. The hero in the series is Black, and the series is dedicated to our grandson D’mitri who is Black.
Coffee or Tea?
Coffee in the morning, tea in the evening. Morning coffee is a strong latte.
Jeans or sweats?
Fitted jeans with a midriff top—good for doing yoga stretches.
Beer or Wine?
Now and then, a glass of wine is nice. In addition to wine I like Asti Spumanti champagne.
Chocolate or Chips?
Dark chocolate kisses. I like chips, too. Oh my, temptations! Kathleen1 wants to be strong and thin. To be in the light she has to push impulsive Kathleen2 back into the shadows and not write-while-munching either of these appetizing items. It’s a challenge to eat fruit instead.
Anything else you’d like to share with us?
I write every day but set aside time in mid-morning to swim laps. After lunch I do floor stretches and gardening. Although I’m active on social media, I get out face-to-face. Conversation is stimulating at my weekly local book club. At the Orange County Chapter of Romance Writers of America. I will chair The Orange Rose Contest for unpublished writers.
I teach a writing class entitled: Spin reverberating scenes that resonate with your readers.”
Alliance (2nd book in the Irish American Donahue Cousins series)
A decade ago, Tori Rourke, and her cousin, Vivienne, ran from the Irish
mob after witnessing a brutal murder. Tori was framed by the mob, and while she
served time in prison, she worried that the killer, Seamus McGinn, had
kidnapped her missing cousin.
Attorney Grady D. Fletcher, defender of the
wrongly condemned, appeals Tori’s case and wins her release. Now, going by
Victoria Morningstar, she runs a food truck from a seedy waterfront
neighborhood, hoping to find her cousin's kidnapper.
When Grady agrees to defend a new client, Samuel
Peterson, who’s been accused of beating to death the wife of a noted professor,
the evidence mounts. The professor is missing, as well as his laptop that
contains data dangerous to national security.
And Seamus McGinn is back, and rumors of a
massive annihilation is about to begin. As they race to assist the FBI, the
bonds between Grady and Tori are about to be tested. It becomes clear Grady and
Tori are falling fast for each other, but what to do about it is a different story.
He’s a divorced dad who wants more time with his kid. She brings danger to his
Grady has questions of his own; Is Vivienne at
the center of the mob’s operation? How much will it cost Tori before she learns
the truth? All Grady knows is the biggest danger is the one standing right
“Don’t let the anxiety of freedom consume you.” Attorney Grady Donahue Fletcher clenched his
teeth and rehearsed what he’d say to his client, Victoria Morningstar. He’d won
her appeal and drove to pick her up at Gladstone Penitentiary. “At least you
won’t be placed in solitary.” That was worse.
Six months earlier Grady had phoned a reporter at the Los Angeles Globe. "Drew Barker.
Grady Fletcher here.”
“Ah, the lawyer. Calling about a tip?”
“I am. Here's something you can investigate. Tori Morningstar, did she
murder Irene Brennan?"
"I wrote that story many years back," the journalist had said.
“I assume you have new discoveries.”
"Fraud, illegal testimony. Do you want the story first?" A
second passed. "Otherwise, I'll call the Orange County Guardian."
"Okay, okay. We want it."
Three days later Grady had a hand in writing the first article in Drew
Barker’s column. "The public labeled Tori Morningstar as an undesirable.
Not black and poor, but disfavored, accused, incarcerated, and wrongly
condemned. Her cellphone has been recovered. Her call to 911 identified her
voice and substantiated screams of the victim in the background. Could she have
beaten someone while speaking to dispatch at the same time?"
The reporter had written the second article. "People who get their
ideas about criminal lawyers from TV probably would be disappointed in Grady
Fletcher. He lacks flash but stands up straight, his posture neither ramrod nor
slouched. He doesn't smoke, doesn't wear thousand dollar suits. His voice is
soft and low, one of his assets. He speaks truth with a voice inviting
As nice as that was, Grady’s stomach cramped over pressure and strain
from Drew Barker’s final article with the headline, Tori Morningstar, Released Today. Picked up by the online service,
Newser, KTLA, and CBS Los Angeles, they planned to broadcast his arrival to
escort his client from Gladstone.
Tori’s decade-long prison sentence ended today but with a sobering fear
When was a July morning this hot? Grady balanced her release papers on
his lap as he rolled up one sleeve then the other while gripping the damp
steering wheel. Sweat blossomed on his throbbing forehead, wrapped like a
python’s grip. He adjusted the dial for the AC and embraced the challenge of
helping another client get back on track. Embrace and conquer. Or at least
sound like it.
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