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Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Help Me Chose a Title for My New #romanticsuspense Book @authortinagayle
Monday, April 17, 2017
Dracula's Mistress by Carmen Stefanescu #paranormal #romance #historical
Dracula’s Mistress
Publisher – City Lights Press
Genre – Paranormal
historical/light romance
( just 0.99 $)
Blurb
From the day that the powerful, brave and merciless
Vlad III Basarab, a descendant of the Draculesti family—better known to most
people as the infamous vampire Dracula—ascends the throne, he knows only
battles, betrayal and intrigue.
Evil grips the town of Targoviste, capital residence
of Walachia. The secrets behind the stone walls of the palace are as dark and
violent as a winter’s night, as terrifying as the prince’s deeds. Dead bodies,
drained of blood and missing their little finger keep appearing in the streets
at night.
Lovely, smart, determined, Angela Oltenescu ignores
all the aggressive rumors and her mother’s warning regarding Vlad. Will she
suffer the consequences of falling in love with a man nicknamed Dracula by his
enemies—an infamous creature of the night?
Rich, sly, treacherous, Marin Craioveanu, a powerful landlord, craves
the same woman loved by Vlad. Marin's hatred toward the prince will make him an
ally to Handsome Radu, Vlad’s brother and Sultan’s friend, ready to sell the
country to the Ottomans to get rid of his rival.
Dracula’s Mistress will awe legions of fans of
Gothic literature, paranormal and historical fiction.
Romantic excerpt
“What’s your name, my child? I can’t
seem to remember it,” the prince asked Angela, who following her father’s
advice, had curtsied low in front of Vlad.
The prince helped her up and cupping her
chin in his hand, forced Angela to look him directly in his eyes. Vlad directed
his gaze for a second to Grigore and winked at him.
No doubt, Vlad knew her name and hadn’t
forgotten it, but must have wanted to hear her voice, she thought.
The touch of his strong hand on her
face, and the brooding power of his gaze, sent tingles along her skin. First
warm and then icy rivulets ran down her spine. Her heart took off at an
alarming speed. Her voice came as a mere whisper when she managed to utter
through parched lips, over her choking, thumping heart, “Angela. Angela, Your
highness.”
Her slender figure, her soft, blue eyes
enhancing her china complexion, her full mouth temptingly curved, and the
shining golden curls fighting rebelliously out of the braids falling heavily
over her breasts must have made a special impression on him as he nodded in
appreciation and smiled.
“So beautiful. So innocent. Angela. Yes,
a name most suited for your angelic face. And how old are you?”
“I’m almost sixteen.”
“Tell me, Angela, is your heart given?”
he whispered and, still looking directly in her eyes, the prince flashed her a
most enthralling smile. The first genuine smile since he’d entered the hall.
His smile could have stopped the sun in
its course. . . and it had an arresting effect on Angela’s heart as well. It
stirred in her something unbelievably pleasant. For a split second, the deep
sadness she’d noticed moments before vanished from his look. She willed time to
stand still for eternity. She willed this moment to go on and his warm hand
never to leave her face, or his kind look never to leave hers. Her gaze clung
to his lips for a second and then returned to his eyes.
“No, my lord. I haven’t found the man
worth giving it to. Not yet.”
Author
Bio and links
Carmen Stefanescu
resides in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula where, for about 50 years of communist
dictatorship, just speaking about God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal
phenomena could have led someone to great trouble - the psychiatric hospital if
not to prison.
High-school
teacher of English and German in her native country, and mother of two
daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived the grim years of oppression by escaping in a parallel world, that of the
books. Reading was, is and will always be her greatest hobby.
She
has dreamed since childhood to become a writer, but many of the things she
wrote remained just drawer projects. The fall of the Ceausescu’s regime in
1989, and the opening of the country to the world meant a new beginning for
her. She started publishing. Poems first, and then prose. Both in English.
She likes to
blend genres and thus she writes paranormal stories with a smidgen of mystery,
history and romance. The reader will find suspense, dark themes, adventure,
danger as well as sweet revenge. She calls her stories “gothic” romance. Her
writing focuses on rebirth, past life regression, karmic retribution.
Carmen joined the volunteer
staff at Marketing For Romance Writers Author blog and is the coordinator of
#Thursday13 posts.
Author Carmen
Stefanescu's Linkshttp://shadowspastmystery.blogspot.ro/
http://carmenstefanescu.simplesite.com/
Trailer Dracula’s Mistress
Buy link
Only 0.99$
Other books
by Carmen: Till Life Do Us Part
Thursday, April 13, 2017
An #EggcerptExchange with @TrevannRogers for After Midnight #romance
After Midnight
Prequel to House of the Rising Son
Living After Midnight Series
Genre: LGBT Urban Fantasy
Improbable love. Impossible life.
Immeasurable danger.
Jewell’s stepfather thinks she’s worthless. She agrees. When she
looks in the mirror she sees an overweight, overemotional, overeating mess who
can’t keep her fangs to herself.
Ria hails from a family of old world vamps who'd be happy to share
their wealth with her, if only she’d fall in line. Fat chance, especially since
being in that line includes not being gay.
Being in love is easy for Ria and Jewell—the young vampires belong
together like vodka and tomato juice. Adding Cheyenne, a talented and sexy
incubus, to their union is the hot sauce in their Bloody Mary. The only
problem? Vampires and incubi are mortal enemies.
Despite the odds Ria, Jewell and Cheyenne find their way to
happiness. But Jewell is hiding a huge secret, one that defies the laws of
procreation: She’s going to have a baby.
While she tries to figure out how to break the unbelievable news
to her lovers, a horror from Jewell’s past slithers into her present, forcing
choices no one should have to make.
Will it be love or death? Happiness or safety? She has until dawn
to decide...and it's already After Midnight.
~~
Excerpt:
The choice between staying in on a Saturday night to clean and
going to see Cheyenne at his first real gig hadn’t been a complicated decision.
He was a world-class rocker who could play the guitar like a fiend and had a
voice that made you feel…everything. Or made you horny. And fuck if she didn’t
love him. Damn incubus.
She reached across him and caressed Jewell’s side. Jewell’s eyes
opened and she stared expressionless at the ceiling, hyper-alert to danger. It
always took a few moments after resurrecting for her to remember where she was
and who was with her, but since moving into their new home it seemed to take
even longer.
Ria sighed. She’d do anything if it would help Jewell feel safe
enough to die each dawn and awaken peacefully. “All is well, Babydoll. It’s
just me. Time to rise and twinkle with the stars.”
“Already?” Jewell scrunched her eyes and blinked as if trying to
focus them.
Cheyenne lay his head on the soft swell of Jewell’s belly. “Didn’t
we just go to bed?”
Ria kissed his back and licked a slow trail down his spine. “Hours
ago. Did we tucker out the poor little sex demon?”
“Not hardly, dead girl.”
She grabbed a fistful of his hair and turned him to face her.
“That’s undead girl, thank you.” She bit his lower lip and let it drag
between her teeth. “Show us what you’ve got left.”
~~
About Trevann
Trevann Rogers writes urban fantasy and LGBT paranormal romances.
Her books include HOUSE OF THE RISING SON and its prequel novella, AFTER
MIDNIGHT. Trevann's stories incorporate an unquenchable addiction to music and
her love for vampires, Weres, incubi and rock stars. Like these elusive
creatures, Trevann learned long ago that sometimes being yourself means Living
After Midnight.
You can find Trevann online at:
Thanks for sharing,
Tina
Monday, April 10, 2017
An #Eggcerpt Exchange for The Rest of Forever By Carrie Pulkinen
#Eggcerpt Exchange
The Rest of Forever
By Carrie Pulkinen
Genre: Paranormal Romance - Angels
Blurb:
Suspended between two worlds—belonging to neither—April must let go of her dreams and embrace her duties in the afterlife to win the man she loves.
April Carter is a high school history teacher who dreams of finding the perfect man to whisk her away from her small-town life. She wants it all—the husband, the house, the kids, the car. But her dreams of living the perfect life are shattered during a school shooting. Now she must learn to accept her fate if she's ever going to find the life she loves.
Damian Perkins is April's Guardian Angel, though no one would guess that based on his attitude. A tragic event in his past has left him bitter and resentful, and he won’t let anyone get close enough to care about him . He's tried to make April hate him, but she sees through his abrasive exterior and awakens a part of his soul he thought had burned out long ago. Damian must let go of his past and accept his responsibilities or he'll spend the rest of his existence alone and miserable .
Excerpt:
Damian lay on the bed behind her with his arm across her body. God, I wish I could feel her. The memory of the way she fit in his arms tightened his chest, and he yearned to feel her warmth again. To feel her soft curves pressed against his body. She could’ve used some real affection. But as much as he wanted to give it to her, it wasn’t his place. He’d have to settle for comforting her from The In-Between.
She took a few deep breaths and slowly drifted to sleep. The tension in her body relaxed, and her pulse slowed to a steady, rhythmic beat. Rest was exactly what she needed to chase away the fear and guilt that must’ve been coiling inside her. To be betrayed by someone who was supposed to love her. He couldn’t imagine what she must’ve been feeling.
Well, yes he could...
He breathed in her intoxicating scent and closed his eyes. He was getting in too deep, and he needed to get away.
But as the last of the tension left her body, she exhaled and whispered, “Damian.”
Hearing his name dance from her lips made his heart lodge in his throat. Was she dreaming about him?
“I’m here, April. You’re safe.”
A soft moan vibrated from her chest, and she nestled her head into the pillow.
She couldn’t possibly be dreaming about him, could she? He’d tried so hard to make her hate him. What dream could possibly be twirling through her mind? She was sound asleep, and he knew it was safe to leave her alone.
But he stayed.
As much as he hated to admit it, he liked holding her, whether he could feel her body pressed to his or not. There was nowhere in the universe he’d rather be. And he desperately wanted to hear her whisper his name again.
Get it together, man. It’s not gonna happen.
The sun set, and soft moonlight filtered through the window, giving her skin an angelic glow. Even with her tear stained cheeks and disheveled hair, she was magnificent. The soft rise and fall of her chest, her gentle breath, her fragile posture. He could’ve held her forever.
But he needed to leave. To get away from her before his thoughts went any farther down the path he’d been avoiding all this time.
He pulled his arm from around her and prepared to Jump. She moaned and reached to the place where his arm had rested moments before.
“Please don’t leave me, Damian.”
He froze, his body paralyzed in anticipation, and swallowed down the lump in his throat. Did she sense him? Did she know he was there with her? No, it wasn’t possible. Charges felt comfort from their Guardians, but they never knew why.
“Damian, please.”
Liquid warmth flowed from his core, out to his limbs. His heart raced at the sleepy sound of her voice. He imagined it was how she’d sound in the morning, after a long night of lovemaking.
But he could not think about her that way. There was no way in hell he’d ever fall for a Charge. Not if he could help it.
Author Bio:
Carrie Pulkinen has always been fascinated with the paranormal. Of course, when you grow up next door to a cemetery, the dead (and the undead) are hard to ignore. Pair that with her passion for writing, and you’ve got the perfect recipe for an exciting storyteller.
Carrie spent the first part of her professional life as a high school journalism and yearbook teacher. She loves red wine and chocolate, and in her free time, she likes to read, take pictures, and spend time with her family.
Connect with Carrie here:
Thanks for sharing,
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Spirits of the Heart by @GemWriter #EggcerptExchange #romance
#Eggcerpt Exchange!
Spirits of the Heart by Claire Gem
A Haunted Voices Novel
Blurb:
An addiction counselor and a security guard struggle to free a little girl and her father, two lost spirits trapped inside an abandoned mental asylum.
Addiction counselor Laura Horton returns from college to move in with an old friend and start her career. But her homecoming is jarring. Her friend moves out, leaving Laura alone with the gorgeous but intimidating ex-boyfriend—in a house that snugs up to an ancient graveyard.
Officer Miller Stanford is a man with a shattered past. His alcoholic dad destroyed their family, a weakness Miller is terrified will consume him too. The last thing he needs is a sexy, blonde addiction counselor watching his every move. When he begins to see specters in the dark, he starts questioning his own stability.
But Laura sees her too—a pathetic child-spirit searching for her father. When Laura starts digging into old asylum records, the eerie events escalate . . . Can Miller and Laura uncover the secrets of Talcott Hall without jeopardizing their love—and lives—in the process?
Addiction counselor Laura Horton returns from college to move in with an old friend and start her career. But her homecoming is jarring. Her friend moves out, leaving Laura alone with the gorgeous but intimidating ex-boyfriend—in a house that snugs up to an ancient graveyard.
Officer Miller Stanford is a man with a shattered past. His alcoholic dad destroyed their family, a weakness Miller is terrified will consume him too. The last thing he needs is a sexy, blonde addiction counselor watching his every move. When he begins to see specters in the dark, he starts questioning his own stability.
But Laura sees her too—a pathetic child-spirit searching for her father. When Laura starts digging into old asylum records, the eerie events escalate . . . Can Miller and Laura uncover the secrets of Talcott Hall without jeopardizing their love—and lives—in the process?
Excerpt:
“Hey. Little girl. Let me help you,” Miller tried again, and the child finally lowered her hands. She was younger than he’d first thought—ten, maybe. Tears streaked her reddened cheeks, glistening in the beam of his headlights. Her pale, golden hair was baby fine and wispy, but tousled and disheveled. As though it hadn’t seen a brush in good long time.
She met his gaze with eyes like the man’s, clear and blue and strangely luminescent. The sadness Miller saw behind them made his chest ache.
“Where did your friend go, sweetheart? The man who came out with you. Where did he go?”
She stared at him with lips quivering before her face crumpled again. “I don’t know. I don’t know where Daddy is. I’ve been looking and looking for him. Every time I think I’ve found him, he goes away.”
Miller swallowed. Yeah, that’s one way to describe the mysterious vanishing act.
He drew in a breath and tried again. “What’s your name, sweetie? Was that your daddy with you?”
Head bobbing, the tears flowed freely now, and she wouldn’t take her eyes off Miller’s face. He felt a lump growing in his own throat, as though she was somehow transferring her pain to him. His hands, clasped in front of him, began to shake.
When she spoke again, her voice took on an echoed quality, as though she were receding into an empty culvert. “I’m Greta. And I’m looking for my daddy. He used to live here. But I keep coming back to find him, and nobody knows where he is.” She dropped her chin to her chest and ground her knuckles against her eyes.
“Greta,” he repeated, a stab of pity piercing his gut. So freaking pathetic. A forlorn little girl . . .his own memories rose up like foul-smelling steam. Swallowing hard, he pressed on. “Greta, honey, what’s your last name?”
When she looked up, Miller gasped. Behind her, against the fence, a bright red McDonald’s French fry box clung to the base of the chain link. Directly behind her, yet he could see it clearly. That’s when he realized he could see . . .right . . .through her.
Claire Gem Bio:
Claire is a multi-published, award winning author of emotional romance—sexy contemporary, supernatural suspense, and women’s fiction. She writes about strong, resilient women who won’t give up their quest for a happy-ever-after—and the men lucky enough to earn their love. No helpless, hapless heroines here. These spunky ladies redefine romance, on their terms.
Her supernatural suspense, Hearts Unloched, won the 2016 New York Book Festival. Her rock star contemporary, The Phoenix Syndrome, won the women’s fiction division in FCRWA’s The Beacon Contest.
A New York native, Claire has lived in five of the United States and held a variety of jobs, from waitress to bridal designer to research technician—but loves being an author best. She and her happily-ever-after hero, her husband of 38 years, now live in central Massachusetts.
Her supernatural suspense, Hearts Unloched, won the 2016 New York Book Festival. Her rock star contemporary, The Phoenix Syndrome, won the women’s fiction division in FCRWA’s The Beacon Contest.
A New York native, Claire has lived in five of the United States and held a variety of jobs, from waitress to bridal designer to research technician—but loves being an author best. She and her happily-ever-after hero, her husband of 38 years, now live in central Massachusetts.
You can find out more about Claire and her work here:
Buy Links:
Createspace: https://www.createspace.com/6899776
Amazon: http://amzn.to/2jt6k1p
Book Trailer: http://bit.ly/1QreCAY
Thanks for sharing with us,
Tina
Monday, April 3, 2017
#EggcerptExchange with @madisonmichael for Bedeviled
Bedeviled
Beguiling Bachelor Series
Book 3
by
Madison Michael
BLURB
Charlotte is on the run...Charlotte Roche escaped dangers lurking in Boston by accepting a job in Chicago. A new name, a new beginning - all built on lies. Thinking she is safe, Charlotte drops her guard and sets her sights on her ruggedly handsome and wildly sexy running partner, Alexander Gaines. Can she advance their relationship from the track to the bedroom and still maintain her charade, or will Alex's probing questions pierce her carefully rehearsed story?
Alex, with unrevealed secrets of his own, struggles to hold the irresistible Charlotte at arm’s length. But when Charlotte sustains a suspicious injury, Alex seizes the opportunity to cuddle up to the sassy beauty. Does he dare risk his reputation, his fortune, his friends, and his heart?
With exposure imminent, they appeal to their friends for help. Join Alex and Charlotte, along with characters you’ve met and loved in “Bedazzled” and “Beholden”, as they tackle the maze of half-truths and cover-ups threatening the lovers.
How can they build a bond with deceit on both sides? With malevolent forces advancing, is their love Bedeviled?
EXCERPT
“You look so beautiful,” he told her in a husky voice. “I have been wanting to do this all night.”
His head lowered to hers, pulling her close against him as he leaned back until all her weight was leaning on his and she had no choice but to twine her arms behind his head or the tree trunk. His lips captured her slowly, softly pressing against hers. One hand rested low, on the curve between her back and her behind. The other came up to tangle in her short hair, holding her head still as he deepened the kiss. His lips demanded response, plundering her mouth with his tongue. He tasted of expensive wine and Alex as his tongue explored the recesses of her mouth, hot and insistent. Her breasts were flattened against his rock-hard chest, her hips tight against his as he held her to him.
When he lifted his head, shadowed by moonlight behind him, Charlotte was unable to read his expression. Unsure and unsteady, she waited, catching her breath. Blood was coursing through her veins, hot and urgent. Her heart was pounding from just one kiss.
“God, I want you,” he rasped, the words torn from him, raw and insistent before he dipped his head to kiss her again. She returned the kiss, opening her lips to his insistent ones, entwining her tongue with his, increasing the pressure against his mouth as she ran her hands up into his hair. She held fast to him, feeling his hand move from her hair to the nape of her neck, down along her bare arms, tracing a pattern there with his fingers. The feel of his hands on her skin was warm, strong and sure. She had longed for his touch and now desired it everywhere.
Alex lifted his head reluctantly. “If we don’t get back in that car now,” he told her, his voice hoarse with longing, “I will not be responsible for my actions.”
He lifted her away from his body, steadied her and then hefted himself away from the tree and wrapped his arm around her shoulders to lead her back to the car.
She felt bereft without the solid warmth of him hard against her. Neither of them said a word until he opened her car door and closed it again, without allowing her inside. Instead, he pushed her gently against it.
“Sorry, I can’t make it home without one more.” Alex took Charlotte’s mouth in a searing kiss that took her breath away, sucking her lower lip into his mouth then sliding his tongue over it and into the moistness of her mouth. He kissed her senseless until she would have happily made love there in the sand, and the world be damned. She wanted this man as she had never wanted anything before.
Charlotte kissed him passionately, running her hands up and down his muscular back as she tightened her hold on him, wanting to get closer, to feel his bare skin, until finally they mutually agreed to some restraint and dragged apart from one another. He kept his fingers touching her lightly until she got in the car and he closed the door behind her.
“Jeez,” he stated with a rough chuckle as he folded himself into the bucket seat, “I hope there are no cops out, cause I am planning to break speed records getting you home.”
Other books in the Beguiling Bachelor Series – a steamy, Comtemporary Romance Series
Bewildered – a prequel, short story How can Sloane choose between two hunky millionaires?
Bedazzled – Can Wyatt overcome tradition and family to seize Kelli for his own?
Bedeviled – Randall is just not part of Sloane’s plan when she claws her way back into society, but she is definitely part of his.
Bio for Madison Michael
Madison Michael traded 28 years in Fortune 500 tech and management positions for a chance to spend her days with sassy heroines, sexy, rich heroes and nothing but happy endings. Growing up the daughter of a librarian, she learned to love books, especially classics and romances, and spent winters cuddled under blankets losing herself in books.
Madison is the author of three novels in the Beguiling Bachelor series, as well as several short stories. She is a member of Romance Writers of America.
After living in the northeast, southeast and the west, Maddy returned to her Midwest roots. She lives in Evanston, IL with two feline editorial assistants and great views of Chicago’s famous skyline.
Madison welcomes your feedback at maddy@madisonmichael.net
Thanks for sharing your book with us,
Saturday, April 1, 2017
Author @EmberLeighAuth Doing #EggcerptExchange with The Last Resort #romance
THE LAST RESORT
By Ember Leigh
Blurb:
Rose Delaney is a baby bounty hunter, rescuing children from
fugitive ex-spouses. All she wants is to return a recovered child to its mother
and get back to her regimented solitary life. But when a snow storm leaves her
and baby Emmy stranded, Rose has no choice but to lean on the ruggedly handsome
rescuer, who thinks the baby is hers. Holed up in their mountain
resort-under-construction and unable to contact Emmy’s mother, Rose's priority
is hitting the road—even if Garrett’s erotic touch entices her to ride out the
storm.
Construction boss Garrett Galo loves his job, but he never
imagined a perk like being snowbound during a whiteout with the sassy brunette
he just rear-ended. He’s learned to stay away from women who want a family,
especially when they come with a kid in tow. When passionate nighttime
encounters flare between them, Garrett begins to question what he’d risk to
keep Rose.
This isn’t the time or the place for romance—but will five
days on a mountain make these loners reconsider giving in to love?
Excerpt:
Around
the corner, she didn’t see either of the brothers. The shower hummed from
inside the bathroom.
Two
options. She pressed her ear against the bathroom door and listened, only
hearing the steady rush of the water hitting the wall. She could burst inside
and hop into the shower with whoever it might be, including Wes…or she could
politely knock and lose all shock value.
Rose
decided the first one.
She
turned the doorknob quietly and pushed on the door. Beyond, she could see the
first curve of the sink and part of the trashcan. No feet. No hands.
A cough
from within.
She
smirked—definitely Garrett.
Inching
the door open further, she poked her head in. Garrett’s body silhouetted
against the translucent shower door. The image of his chiseled, naked body
seared through her mind. Her mouth went dry.
She crept
inside and eased the door shut, body rigid as she watched his shadow move
inside the shower. The fogged mirror hid her reflection as the soft mesh shorts
slipped to ground, followed by her undies and T-shirt.
Garrett
began humming, out of tune, something that sounded suspiciously like a
children’s song.
Rose
grinned, excitement roiling beneath her skin. This not only was going to
happen, it needed to happen. Her heart thumped in her chest as she
reached for the shower door.
The door
opened a few inches before Garrett’s humming turned into a gasp. He whipped
around and pulled aside the shower door, eyes wild.
“Rose.”
She
grinned up at him, loving the swirls of shock and appreciation in his eyes as
he took her in.
“Can I
join?”
His mouth
hung open a moment, gaze sweeping over her naked body, lighting fires on her
skin. He grabbed her around the waist and yanked her inside the shower,
slamming the door shut behind her.
The water hit her body in a pleasingly warm
rush. He pinned her to the shower wall with his hips. Her breath hitched.
“I don’t
even want to ask why you’re naked in my bathroom,” he said, kissing her neck,
“and I don’t even care. Fact is, you’re here, and you’re mine now.” She giggled
as the kisses dropped between her breasts and then traveled up to her mouth.
His hair clung to his face and neck. She trailed her fingers up his arms and
around his neck as Garrett sealed their bodies together. Her skin buzzed hot
and happy against his.
“You are
one sneaky lady,” he murmured, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth.
Contentment
surged through her, and she closed her eyes, relishing this unlikely moment.
She might never see Garrett again in her life after tomorrow, or the next day.
How did she even find her way to know him? It was all so impossible. It was
time to make sure neither of them ever forgot— or regretted—meeting the other.
“I know
how to get what I want.”
PURCHASE LINKS:
The Wild Rose Press: http://wildcatalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-erotic/4944-the-last-resort.html
AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER NOW. Releases March 17th,
2017!
AUTHOR BIO:
Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance novels since she
was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently resides near Lake
Erie with her Argentinean husband, where they run an Argentinian-American food
truck. In addition to romance novels, Ember also writes travel memoirs and
occasionally updates a couple of blogs. In her free time, she practices
Ashtanga yoga, hops around the world, and eats lots of vegetables.
Website: www.emberleighromance.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/EmberLeighAuthor
Twitter: @EmberLeighAuth
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