tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31413132247984816192024-02-18T20:47:25.982-05:00Romance Writers Behaving BadlyThe group blog of the Romance Writers Behaving Badly authors.Cailin Bristehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16210469124316577849noreply@blogger.comBlogger1471125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141313224798481619.post-73177787340488321292021-10-29T00:30:00.001-04:002021-10-29T00:30:00.212-04:00Genesis: Falling for the Hybrid - Paranormal Romance<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRr_UDKPxxVVOqfTM4ivazf6y22ZoAUNpPYO5Zpa8gOk4Ra1E6PQ_fYaOqwlos3MtcuV79lF8gSJI2VVgjZ7dxv3UEHR0xb_i9ZPgnDZOQ-5D6gk74hLH4nw5eSdbDSdOKu9sqXOSMoJx2/s1200/BookBrushImage37657.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRr_UDKPxxVVOqfTM4ivazf6y22ZoAUNpPYO5Zpa8gOk4Ra1E6PQ_fYaOqwlos3MtcuV79lF8gSJI2VVgjZ7dxv3UEHR0xb_i9ZPgnDZOQ-5D6gk74hLH4nw5eSdbDSdOKu9sqXOSMoJx2/s320/BookBrushImage37657.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="background-color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="color: white;">Genesis: Falling for the Hybrid is live<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="background-color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="color: white;">Their waiter came back to the table, interrupting him. He
blinked, almost surprised to realize he wasn’t drowning in a pool of gray.
After he ordered, he came to a quick decision, one he knew he might regret at
some point.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="background-color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="color: white;">“Would you give the woman at that table,” he pointed the table
out, “give the woman with the black hair, another of whatever she is drinking
on me.” He handed the waiter a tip and sent him on his way.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="background-color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="color: white;">“What are you doing?” Jaziel asked as he watched the woman
Lucien pointed out. “She’ll be on television tomorrow telling everyone how
you…” He shook his head. “How you did something. I can’t figure out what
motivates them to lie and how each lie is more ridiculous than the one before
it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="background-color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="color: white;">They kept an eye on her, watching as the waiter brought her
another glass before pointing out Lucien. She raised the glass he sent her, and
he raised his water in salute before she took a sip. He smiled when she gave
him a nod of appreciation.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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glass of wine without the whole world coming to an end.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="background-color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="color: white;">“But it is coming to an end. Look around you,” Jaziel said. They
looked to see people staring at the woman calmly drinking her wine, grinning at
the others.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="background-color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="color: white;">There was something in her smile that said she was over this.
Lucien appreciated that smile. When their food came, they looked it over before
taking a bite. Humans could be nasty. That was also a lesson learned.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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after her name but going to talk to her would have painted a bull’s eye in the
middle of her forehead. It was risky sending her a drink.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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he played God. A single Hybrid opened his eyes, changing the course of
humanity.</p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Lucien was living without hope for a mate while
the military pursued him. Everything changed the minute he saw Avery. Now he
was not only fighting for his people but for a chance to experience love.</p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Avery was baren, living in a world that only
prized women who could have children. Her right to live and die exploded the
minute she accepted a drink from a Hybrid and a spark of hope ignited between
them.</p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">They became the couple the world hated, danger
stalked them, reporters hounded them, and the military wanted the streets to
run red with their blood.</p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">War was raging. Could a romance doomed from the
start survive? Who would win?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">18 years and older<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://amzn.to/3orjn80" target="_blank">Amazon</a> <a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/genesis-falling-for-the-hybrid/id1585525971" target="_blank">Apple</a> <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/genesis-serena-simpson/1140155789?ean=2940165655982&st=AFF&2sid=Draft2Digital_7968444_NA&sourceId=AFFDraft2Digital" target="_blank">Nook</a> <a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Serena_Simpson_Genesis_Falling_for_the_Hybrid?id=tdhCEAAAQBAJ" target="_blank">Google Play</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: large;"> <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/genesis-falling-for-the-hybrid" target="_blank">Kobo </a> <a href="https://books2read.com/u/31KJkn" target="_blank">Other</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: large;">Chapter Two:</span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacingCxSpFirst">He maketh the barren woman to keep house,<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacingCxSpMiddle">and to be a joyful mother of children.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacingCxSpMiddle">Praise ye the LORD!<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacingCxSpMiddle">Psalms 113:9<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacingCxSpMiddle">Two years after Hybrids have been made public.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacingCxSpMiddle">The world has been made to see us as<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacingCxSpMiddle"> an
evolutionary dead end.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacingCxSpLast">Hybrid history as recorded by Elias.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"><span style="font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Avery sat in the specialist’s waiting room,
craning her head to look at the television that was blasting the newest reports
of the humans that had been twisted into scientific freaks. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><i>“They used to be human,” the news reporter
said. “I have it from a trusted source. They are no longer.”<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><i>“They were never human,” the reporter's expert
guest said. “There was a plan to get rid of all human races that were
considered unwanted.” The male put it delicately. “That’s why they were created,
to kill people of color hopefully racially cleansing the earth.”<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><i>The reporter, a beautiful African American
woman, rolled her eyes.<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><i>“You disagree?”<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><i>She opened her mouth then closed it as if
thinking over her response. “Not wholeheartedly. Do I think some were thinking
racial purity? Yes, maybe in the beginning. Have you met Delun, who is
obviously not a white male or any of the others? The perfect super-soldier idea
died almost from the very beginning, according to my sources.”<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><i>“Your sources are misinformed. They may not be
white super soldiers, but they were racially targeted. If we can’t make the
perfect weapon, then let’s get rid of those who aren’t like us.”<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><i>“How do you explain, Lucien?”<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><i>“Not every Caucasian male is wanted by the
Caucasian race.”<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><i>“We’re out of time today. Thank you for coming
on, Professor Henderson. You will want to read Professor Henderson’s new book
‘What they aren’t telling you.’ It’s out today.”<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><i>“Thank you, Brie.”<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><i>“Please come back. We’d love to hear more about
the new race sharing our world with us.”<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“New race, why don’t they just blow them to hell?”
the woman sitting next to her remarked loudly.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“It’s not their fault that they are here.” Avery
knew she should keep her mouth closed. “They were like us once upon a time.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I am not and have never been a criminal,” the
woman said.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“You’re assuming something about them that you
can’t know.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Where else would they have come from if they
weren’t criminals? They found them in jail and used them for twisted experiments
because they were the dregs of society. No one would miss them. Then instead of
doing the humane thing and putting them out of their misery, they released them
onto an unsuspecting world. Don’t be fooled. They are wounded animals that need
to be put down like rabid dogs.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Ms. Ryan,” the nurse who stepped into the doorway
called. “You can come back now.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Avery stood without replying to the woman. Nothing
she said was going to stop the rampant hatred happening. She was angry with
herself for saying anything at all.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Thank you,” she told the nurse after she finished
her vital signs before she left, closing the door behind her.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">This was her last-ditch effort at a life that she
knew was forever out of her reach. She was only here so she could lay to rest
this need in her life. When she heard the final news, she would walk forward,
refusing to ever look back in her rearview mirror. Some pain wasn’t worth
revisiting.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Ms. Ryan, it’s nice to see you.” The doctor
walked in with a smile on her face.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Dr. Spiva, fancy meeting you in a place like
this.” They both laughed, having formed an easy friendship over Avery’s few
visits.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“You have the results?” She pressed her damp palms
against her jeans, hoping against hope that it would be different this time.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I do.” Dr. Spiva’s voice was so kind that she
knew.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“There’s no more hope.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I’m sorry, Ms. Ryan, there’s always adoption.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Avery nodded her head, too intent with not crying
to say anything. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“We looked at everything… Sometimes,” the doctor
tried again. “Sometimes modern medicine just doesn’t have the answer, and
mother nature, if you believe in that kind of thing, goes her merry way without
anyone being able to halt her.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Not every blessing is meant for every woman.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“That is another way to look at it. Ms. Ryan…”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Avery, please call me Avery.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Avery, will you be all right?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Yes, I’ve been preparing myself for this very
answer.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">The doctor stood, glancing at her watch. “Take
your time. I wish I had better news to give you, Avery.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“It’s been nice knowing you, Dr. Spiva.” The door
closed behind the doctor. Avery gave in to a bit of her anguish, just enough so
that when she walked out ten minutes later there were no tears in her eyes.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">She walked back to the car, her head in a fog. She
drove to the little Italian restaurant where she and her best friend had agreed
to meet.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Watching Tiff wave at her like she was crazy made
her relax as she joined her at the table. She covered a quick yawn and a slight
misstep before reaching her friend.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Not good?” Tiff’s smile disappeared as her eyes
took on a shiny look.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Hey, none of that. We already knew what the most
likely outcome would be. Did you order for us?” She tried to change the
subject.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Not yet.” Tiff drew her into a warm hug. “I hoped
it would be different.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Avery closed her eyes and relaxed into her friend,
taking this moment to soak up her love before sitting upright.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I had hoped, but I knew.” She’d been on this
journey for a long time. It started when she and her husband decided it was
time to have a child. Her wedding day had been one of the happiest in her young
life. Others had said that she was too young to start a family, but she ignored
them. When they agreed to start their family, she had been so happy. Then a
year passed and another. That’s when she started going to different doctors.
When they said she wouldn’t be able to have a child, that’s when her marriage,
the one that was supposed to last forever, fell apart.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">He loved her. That’s what he said when she was
presented with the divorce papers. He’d found someone else capable of having
children. She was already pregnant, and he was going to marry her and raise his
family, but he would always love her, the lying, cheating bastard.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">She kept going to specialists until she knew for a
fact that there was no chance of ever having a child. Everything was there; it
just didn’t work.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Tiff thought she wanted her husband back or some
reasonable facsimile in another man. She was wrong. Avery needed to know who
she was and to be able to put aside dreams that would never happen. Today she
buried her dream of being a mother while opening herself to other dreams.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“What are you going to do?” Tiff asked her.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I’m going to drink a glass of wine and eat good
pasta in a celebration of life. Then I’m going to go home, catch up on work and
maybe make plans to take a vacation. I might walk the treadmill.” She was a
little thicker than she would like. “Forget the treadmill; give me dessert.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">They both laughed and placed an order with the
waitress. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Have you heard the latest news about the Hybrids?”
Tiff asked.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Avery went back, searching her memory, but the
truth was she was too busy wallowing in her misery to have time for another’s.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Maybe, but I don’t remember. It couldn’t have
been that big of a deal.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“It’s breaking news. My phone beeped with the
update while I was waiting for you. The Hybrids are not allowed to marry.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“What? Wait.” She held her hand up before
summoning the waitress. “I want a merlot in the biggest glass you have.” She
wasn’t much of a drinker, so that would do it for her. When the waitress came
back, she took a bracing sip and then another. “All right, run that past me
again.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“The Hybrids—those sexy creatures that seem to
come from nowhere—are not allowed to marry humans or each other.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Why?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“The courts didn’t want to allow same-sex marriage
because they thought it would encourage human men to spend time with the Hybrids.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“This is getting out of hand; soon, people will be
coming at them with pitchforks and Tiki lanterns.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Too late, but it gets better. Apparently, they
are unable to procreate, that makes them a subclass of human. They are an
evolutionary dead end.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Are they saying anyone who can’t have children is
subhuman?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“They are, and that’s how it should be,” the
waitress added her two cents as she placed their food on the table.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“What if you couldn’t have children? Would it be
fair to classify you as subhuman?” Avery asked her.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I have two children, thank you very much.” The
waitress turned her nose up.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“What if is all I’m asking.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Then, like Hannah from the Old Testament, I would
pray to have a child and wait for God to answer my prayers.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“What if he said no?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“God never says no, not to something like having a
family.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Tiff caught Avery’s arm before she could get up
and deck the waitress.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“There are good women across the world who can’t
have children. Some might not want them; others do. God didn’t answer their
prayers. Or for whatever reason, he said no, and that doesn’t make them
subhuman.” It came out gritted between her teeth.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">The waitress backed up before hurrying away.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Did it end there?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“The church came out with open support of what the
supreme court ruled. They said that there is no need for marriage if you can’t
produce children. Marriage is to preserve the family.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Was that the pope?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Straight from his lips to God’s ears.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“What about the other branches of religion? There are
more than the Catholics. What about the Baptist, Presbyterian, Methodist,
non-denominational? What are they saying?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Nothing.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Was that what mankind really thought? Was she a
dead-end, was her line supposed to end because of her inability to have a
child? Was the worth of who she was wrapped up in her womb? <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“The court doesn’t always get it right. They are
governed by the politics of the people who put them in office, and our court
has a definite prolife leaning.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“They’re supposed to take each case at face
value.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I’m sure they do. The question is, whose value
are they using? If there was a man or a woman on the court who couldn’t have
children, I’m sure the ruling would have been different. We all take things at
face value as if it’s our right until we meet someone who knows differently. I
hate to admit it, but if I didn’t know you as well as I do, I might have been
bigoted over the whole issue also.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">She didn’t have to like it, but Tiff was right.
Until you spent some time with someone who didn’t have the same innate
privileges as you, it was hard to understand the other side of the coin.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">They ate in silence, each considering the court
ruling.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Tiff, if you had a chance, would you date a Hybrid?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I don’t know. There’s hot sex and no chance of
pregnancy to think about.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“There is that, but honestly, would you?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I want to be a mother someday. Then I will call
on their favorite aunt to babysit for me.” Avery smiled, knowing she would be
godmother to her best friend's kids. “Would you?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Have you forgotten already? I’ve sworn off men
for the rest of my life. A nun without going to the nunnery.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Tiff rolled her eyes. The sound of plates breaking
drew their eyes to the front of the restaurant. Several Hybrids walked in. The
busboy dropped a tub of dishes.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“All they did was walk in,” Avery muttered into
the silent restaurant. “Are they really that scary?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">The Hybrids turned to look at her as if they
heard.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: large;">
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heaven and the earth.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacingCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">Genesis 1:1<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacingCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">That’s not what happened when<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacingCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;"> the Hybrids
were created.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacingCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hybrid history as recorded by Elias.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacingCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacingCxSpLast"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lucien stood on the roof of a tall building, a part
of—yet apart from the world that passed by underneath it. It didn’t know him. If
it did, it would never have accepted him. When there was a lull in traffic, he
jumped. The twenty-story building didn’t faze him, and the chance that someone
was looking up was laugh-worthy. Humans didn’t look up. They moved with their
eyes firmly in front of them while some had a modicum of self-preservation and
tried to watch what was going on around them.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">When he landed, he slipped out of the shadows he
merged with and melted into the street traffic. He walked until he came to Café
Bean. It was an upper-crust café that served some of the best coffee in the
city. It’s where executives sent their assistants for a mid-morning coffee or
their afternoon lunch with another cup of coffee.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">He sent the barista a smile when he walked in and
then went to sit with the others waiting for him. After his tea was delivered,
he acknowledged them.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“What was so important I needed to come here?” Two
other males were sitting at the table. Each of them was a Hybrid, someone and something
that shouldn’t exist. There was nothing like human ingenuity and scientists who
thought men were nothing but test subjects.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Good morning, Lucien,” Damian greeted before he
took a sip of his coffee.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lucien ignored his friend turning to look at
Mikhail. “Good morning, Lucien.” Mikhail’s lips twitched, he enjoyed messing
with him.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lucien closed his eyes, not something he would
usually do around others before replying. “Morning, Damian and Mikhail. Why are
we here?” There was a note of laughter in his voice. If anyone could erase his
bad mood, it was the friends with whom he shared his new life.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Have you seen the news?” Damian asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">He had seen it; that was the cause of his bad mood.
If things weren’t hard enough, the government decided to do them one better.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Genetic experiment… The government takes full
responsibility… We aren’t God, shouldn’t be playing with man’s DNA… Did I miss
anything?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Lots,” Mikhail said. “But that sound bite will
do.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">The project had been touted as man’s next big
evolutionary step. Not that mankind knew about it. It was kept hush-hush. Only
those among the need-to-know knew. It never went as high up as the president;
they called it plausible deniability. The truth was they didn’t care what he
thought.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">The plan was simple, easy, really. The experiments
started in a petri dish until the right team of scientists walked in one day and
found life.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">Man thought he became God.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">The experiments continued until they realized that
growing a child from the DNA they collected was still out of their reach even
in the world of clones and in vitro fertilization. Their God status was reduced
to only being gods, but that didn’t deter them.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was time for human trials. They wanted
patriots, men who were loyal to country, family, and the American dream. They
were plucked from battlefields, reported MIA to a family that would mourn, to
children who would grow up without a father. What was one fatherless child
compared to the future of the human race? <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">When they had an army of superior white men to
lead them into the future, it was time for step two. Mixing their genes with
the general population. They brought in willing and sometimes not-so-willing
women to reproduce with those males. The rewards they promised the women for
their children never manifested. The thought of superior children, the next
great evolution in mankind, never occurred.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">The scientists weren’t defeated. They went back to
the modern age of egg and sperm and sat back as they waited for the first egg
to be fertilized. It was to their shock, their utter horror, that the sperm
destroyed the egg, attacking it like it was a foreign toxic substance. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">Man’s next evolutionary step had become a dead
end. The project was decommissioned; the males who were genetically manipulated
either destroyed or left to live a long life in solitary confinement. That’s
what the internal documents that were highly redacted suggested. The world
would go on, never knowing what they could have become.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">Where the slightly ethical scientists ended, the
mad scientists began.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“The government didn’t tell the media our names or
even what we looked like. They leaked just enough information that anyone with
half a brain will be able to figure it out,” Mikhail said drumming his fingers
on the table to keep from clenching them.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lucien spied several humans, giving them second
and third looks. Not that it was out of the ordinary, but today in light of the
media, they were now wondering if they had been correct all along.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“They want to draw us out. To reinforce the
understanding that we are no longer human.” Damian’s hand fisted to control his
anger as the coffee in their cups heated.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Having you around guarantees me the perfect cup
of tea,” Lucien dead panned, making Damian’s lips twitch.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">They looked from their coffee to his tea and
sighed. Lucien was a lost cause as a coffee drinker.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“It’s time we came out of the shadows and made
this an equal playing field,” Mikhail said. He was tired of playing games with
a government and a military that would destroy them if they could.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“I agree, but why put effort into repudiating the
government when we are an evolutionary dead end. Our scientists agree we are
not able to procreate with human females,” Lucien said.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“But we can procreate,” Mikhail reminded them.
Their scientists had run every genetic factor on their sperm, finding out that
they could father the next race, just not with the females available to them.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Do you suggest that we try to find other races
around the galaxy that we are compatible with or find the original aliens that
our DNA is now linked with?” Damain asked. He didn’t expect any answers. These
were questions they asked themselves in the beginning when it still hadn’t sunk
in what had been done to them.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lucien’s phone rang; he looked around before
answering. The person on the other end was frantic.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Josh, calm down. What happened? I see. Keep your
peace; I am meeting with the other two. When a decision is made all will be
informed, until then you are no more than you present.” He frowned before
placing the phone on the table beside his cup of tea.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Josh was called into his supervisor's office to
be asked if he had seen the news on those Hybrids masquerading as humans.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Humans are quite descriptive.” Mikhail laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Give it some time; we’ll be the nightmare they
discipline their children with.” The thought of children gave each of them a
soul-deep pain. It wasn’t that they wanted to be fathers right now, but every
other male had an opportunity that had been denied them and others like them.
That was one of the reasons the old ones had been picked, loyal to family.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“We have a decision to make, one we can no longer
put off.” Lucien placed his elbows on the table and steepled his fingers. They
had walked up to this line many times only to back off. They were part of this
world and thus far had placed more importance on it than on their lives. One
leak to the media had changed all that. Now they would have to fight to protect
the lives of those they cared for, their brothers.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“How much longer can we hide, Lucien? How much
longer can we ask our people to put the wellbeing of those who would see them
dead before their own?” Damian said. “Now that the humans know about us, the
media will dig until they find the next tidbit of news and exploit it.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lucien knew they were right. They had played by
the rules the pure humans placed upon them. Those humans had broken the rules
leaving more than enough room on the playing field for them to steal the ball.
The next choice was obvious, but that didn’t stop him from playing the human
side of this game.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“What does it matter? We might not even be alive
in a year or ten.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: medium;">“The opposite is also true. We may be alive a
hundred or a thousand years from now. The scientists, not even ours, can figure
out the decomposition rate of our cells.” Mikhail took another sip of his
coffee.</span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">“</span></b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">Apoptosis, that’s what Galen calls it. He hates the word decomposition,
says that is what happens after death.” Damian chuckled, thinking about their
other brother.</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">That was what the future
looked like for them. They had no knowledge of when or if they would die. Their
chance of having a family was gone, and now the world would be watching them with
wary eyes.</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">“Not every female wants
a child,” Mikhail said.</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">He was right, of course.
Lucien flashed back to the scientists who thought the answer to their problem
was simple. They would take females, turn them into Hybrids and mate them with
males who hadn’t been part of the test. If one option fails, follow up with
another. </span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">“This is a brand-new
future,” one scientist had taunted him as he placed him in a viewing room. “I
want you to see what you will never have.”</span></i><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">On the other side of the
two-way glass were twenty women. They were all naked and strapped down. The
oldest couldn’t have been more than twenty-one. In their mouths was an athletic
guard worn to keep their teeth from breaking through the painful process.</span></i><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">“You will be the mothers
of the next race of humans,” one of the scientists told the women as he checked
to make sure the straps were secure. </span></i><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">A covering was dropped
over each female. It was clear so they could see what was happening within.
They would be given a serum that would change their DNA, but they would also be
bombarded with a light that would make the internal DNA change possible. One
did not work without the other.</span></i><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">They were white and fit.
Most of them had blue eyes and blonde hair. The perfect master race, or so the
scientists thought. The clear glass domes lit up with a light that caressed the
women's skin on the table like it was a lover. The light made their skin
shimmer with a glow reminiscent of a beautiful pearl. </span></i><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">With a word from the
lead scientist, the serum was pumped into their veins. Lucien waited. His hand
was now on the window wanting to touch one of the women below. Could one of
them be a match for him? Could she grant him children and a life that would
make becoming a monster worth it?</span></i><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">Then the thrashing came,
followed by horrifying screams that penetrated the guards placed in their
mouths. The scientists ran to stop the serum. The lights dimmed, and all that
was left was the bloody remnants of once beautiful women. </span></i><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">Once was never enough.
They killed thousands of women in their quest for a better race until
eventually it was noted that the process was not viable on the females of their
race. Why was the question they never could answer. Eventually, they assured
themselves the fault lies with the female. The x-gene that allowed her to
become female also stopped her from advancing on the evolutionary scale. There
would never be a human female Hybrid. It was an end to what could have been the
master race.</span></i><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">“They should have
stopped when they realized that the process wasn’t viable with females,” Damian
said, having no trouble following Lucien’s train of thought.</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">“You ask them to do the
impossible. They betrayed the world and then used their experiments that
wouldn’t grant them a master race on those who wouldn’t kowtow to them or their
threats. We are the result of revenge gone awry,” Mikhail spoke, his eyes
flashing.</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="background-color: black; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">“It is time to step out
of the shadows.” Lucien stood, allowing the cloak he kept in place to fall. His
two brothers stood doing the same.</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacingCxSpFirst">
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</span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Serena Simpsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979993356513955713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141313224798481619.post-50203948321381351892021-09-17T00:30:00.001-04:002021-09-17T00:30:00.294-04:00Genesis: Falling for the Hybrid<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxccd4JnMdtkPMLkJJ4sofNkAh6PXbhxn_osPDqwSkywqCrjoYLfovTuQvbaCpuSKdPPhQE1WCAPJ_wNKR7rZ5mZqpkFFy6Uazvmud0YuGYkQHaQpIiIC1rjJaLmNh17VsdbMZCj2L_5Q/s2048/Attachment_1623193691+Lucien+half.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxccd4JnMdtkPMLkJJ4sofNkAh6PXbhxn_osPDqwSkywqCrjoYLfovTuQvbaCpuSKdPPhQE1WCAPJ_wNKR7rZ5mZqpkFFy6Uazvmud0YuGYkQHaQpIiIC1rjJaLmNh17VsdbMZCj2L_5Q/s320/Attachment_1623193691+Lucien+half.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genesis: Falling for the Hybrid</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Book One</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blurb:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">“Let there be life,” a solemn scientist uttered as
he played God. A single Hybrid opened his eyes, changing the course of
humanity. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Lucien was living without hope for a mate while
the military pursued him. Everything changed the minute he saw Avery. Now he
was not only fighting for his people but for a chance to experience love.</p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Avery was baren, living in a world that only
prized women who could have children. Her right to live and die exploded the
minute she accepted a drink from a Hybrid and a spark of hope ignited between
them.</p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">They became the couple the world hated, danger
stalked them, reporters hounded them, and the military wanted the streets to
run red with their blood.</p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">War was raging. Could a romance doomed from the start
survive? Who would win?<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">18 years and older</p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><o:p> Preorder <a href="https://amzn.to/3tkbotQ" target="_blank"> <span style="font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">This will be coming to the other outlets before it goes live</p></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"></span></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Serena Simpsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979993356513955713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141313224798481619.post-71085004840358846722021-09-08T00:30:00.001-04:002021-09-08T00:30:00.282-04:00Good Reads Giveaway<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ZOtprx-fvSD8BEEBFi3WKDlxbZwWdjj_Qq32LnSO2pTjZ80UxvSnxiBZ9X-107EmlRPX3Vc3T82MxBUQU0g-wBk6_4eWU9Wn0kTkYVqCd5SdV_ezMzS7pYPC8QuCtX2LH4iqZRmzf943/s2000/coming+soon0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="2000" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ZOtprx-fvSD8BEEBFi3WKDlxbZwWdjj_Qq32LnSO2pTjZ80UxvSnxiBZ9X-107EmlRPX3Vc3T82MxBUQU0g-wBk6_4eWU9Wn0kTkYVqCd5SdV_ezMzS7pYPC8QuCtX2LH4iqZRmzf943/s320/coming+soon0.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genesis: Falling for the Hybrid</div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p>Enter my Good Reads Giveaway for a chance at a signed print book the first in my new upcoming series The rise of the Hybrids.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/330898-genesis-falling-for-the-hybrid" target="_blank">Good Reads Giveaway</a></p><p><br /></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></p>Serena Simpsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979993356513955713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141313224798481619.post-51751059454351229192021-08-08T00:30:00.001-04:002021-08-08T00:30:00.439-04:00Asa Paranormal Romance<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVnDvtUYV50cwu7bVbMtwIx5LaKJhHzGeJ-k4b2624_eFaK7uRp1syGNYLhTU25hZwKd15bGfM2B3G96ZrF_rNdL9VCDtGQtdwYIXacR1iReiQL_LqGiqXELudQBAtrgvbKQ0NUKv3lIy/s2000/dog_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVnDvtUYV50cwu7bVbMtwIx5LaKJhHzGeJ-k4b2624_eFaK7uRp1syGNYLhTU25hZwKd15bGfM2B3G96ZrF_rNdL9VCDtGQtdwYIXacR1iReiQL_LqGiqXELudQBAtrgvbKQ0NUKv3lIy/s320/dog_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Meet: Balja</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Asa - Heaven and Hell</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Book three - Series finally</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B098XYNQMS" target="_blank">Amazon</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Serena_Simpson_Asa?id=hnI3EAAAQBAJ" target="_blank">Google Play</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/asa-serena-simpson/1139815520?ean=2940165570711" target="_blank">B&N</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/asa/id1575796804?mt=11&id=1575796804&ign-mpt=uo%3D4" target="_blank">Apple</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/asa-8" target="">Kobo</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://books2read.com/u/49NrZX" target="_blank">Other</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pre-order now the book is live Tuesday, Aug, 10th</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Blurb:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">Read the final book in the romantic, fast-paced
adventure series Between Heaven and Hell </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Jayla’s hands dripped with blood, and her heart
was shredded. The only road to redemption was the one she didn’t want to take.</p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Asa was surrounded by a wall that kept the family he
loved distant. To get close, he’d have to face the thought that he may let them
down.</p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">When the female on a suicidal mission meets the hell
beast unable to love, time stood still. Before it would resume, their destiny
would try to pull them apart.</p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Could you love someone so much that you were
willing to die for them? They were about to be tested. If they passed, then the
real tests would begin.</p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Sometimes the fate of the world rested on the
least likely heroic shoulders.</p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">For readers 18 and older<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Excerpt:</p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">Moving faster than she had in years, she put her
clothes up and took a shower. Asa was waiting for her, and she wanted to see
him while she still felt like she could fly.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“That smells good. Not like breakfast.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“It’s lunch, but if you want breakfast.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“No, I didn’t realize how much time had passed.”
She pulled out her phone and realized it was past noon. “Sorry, it took me so
long.” Who knew that having a ‘come to Jesus moment’ sometimes took hours?<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I was happy to wait.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Wait… what? He was happy to wait. She searched his
gaze but couldn’t find any signs of a lie. He had been okay with giving her
time to fight her demons.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Who are you?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Asa, don’t you remember?” The frown on his face
made her want to smile.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“That’s not what I meant. I know your name, but
who are you. Why are you okay with waiting for me?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">He gestured for her to sit then he served her
before sitting. “I’ve waited for centuries for you. I didn’t know I was
waiting. How could I know that my inability to breathe was because you weren’t
in the room? My soul cried out, and all that answered was the empty hollowness
of space and time, and then you took your first breath. Still, how was I to
know that the slight easing of the pressure in my chest was because you had
been born? Then you came here, and the little bit of the soul I retained fought
with my brain over who you were. When you left, I could have died, but I had to
believe if my soul were correct, you’d be back. After our talk, I knew there
was still a chance that you would leave.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“So, I waited. Not because I wanted you to leave.
I care too much already, to make you do something you didn’t want, even if it
will make my life easier. You can’t know this because humans don’t realize the
other half of their souls quickly, but I know who you are to me. What I don’t
know is if we have tomorrow. That’s why I’m taking a chance and telling you how
I feel.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">She dropped her gaze to her plate and started
eating. She didn’t want to shut him out, but that was a lot for a woman who thought
she was an island just hours ago.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“No one ever cared about me. I don’t have any
parents. I’m sure I do, but I never met them.” She said around bites of spaghetti.
“I was raised in a house with other girls. There were foster parents. I never
wondered why I wasn’t adopted because none of the other girls were adopted.
When I was old enough that being eighteen after graduating high school, I
thought I might go to college. It didn’t work that way. The day after
graduation, I was collected and moved to a new house where I would spend the
rest of my life on my back, allowing every man or woman who wanted me to fuck
me or worse. That was my life. I have a Ph.D. in sex, but I know nothing about
love or want. You know the rest of my story.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I’m a hell beast. I remember blood and screams.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Is that all?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
</p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">He hesitated before going on. “We have an older
brother. I can still remember how he protected us, taught us to be males of
honor. That didn’t mean there wasn’t blood and screams, but they had a meaning,
a reason. When he was taken from us, killed, there wasn’t a reason to hold onto
the decency he taught us. Those years haunt me; even with all I did, there was
a line I wouldn’t… couldn’t cross. The lessons of my upbringing were hard-earned,
but I wouldn’t let them go. It would have shamed his memory. I wouldn’t allow
my brothers to cross that line either. Of the three of us, I was the one that
came the closest to the line. In turn, for the hell I glimpsed on the other
side; I saved their souls. That’s how we ended up here. We would not do what we
were being driven to do. Our punishment was to be confined in the Mist. The Mist
is a place designed to slowly drive you insane. Every day I wake, I expect our
reprieve to be over and to be back there. I have nothing worthwhile to offer
you, while everything money can buy.”<o:p></o:p></p></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><br /> <p></p>Serena Simpsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979993356513955713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141313224798481619.post-50777900337721852392021-07-09T00:30:00.001-04:002021-07-09T00:30:00.361-04:00Rada- Between Heaven and Hell<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGAjb_1E4sANSFFFeLEORBZXGoOoWt3xn4jC5Yl3n-qhO4x4RuQpPzB7d6-GsLMhQ4Ao4TZA9WmMLtLOKe3JKOCJIG_JRGMZByQv5eLlFZIJ0u0VNwFLVvjeG1Vyef0wpSVJxr1X3ghU-/s2048/dog_34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1561" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGAjb_1E4sANSFFFeLEORBZXGoOoWt3xn4jC5Yl3n-qhO4x4RuQpPzB7d6-GsLMhQ4Ao4TZA9WmMLtLOKe3JKOCJIG_JRGMZByQv5eLlFZIJ0u0VNwFLVvjeG1Vyef0wpSVJxr1X3ghU-/s320/dog_34.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Meet Bullet</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You can find him and his friends in</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Rada- Between Heaven and Hell</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Book 2</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://amzn.to/3hNm7aO" target="_blank">Amazon</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Serena_Simpson_Rada?id=pzgyEAAAQBAJ" target="_blank">Google</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/search?query=rada+serena+simpson" target="_blank">Kobo</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1571342332" target="_blank">Apple</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/rada-serena-simpson/1139653690?ean=2940165226564" target="_blank">Nook</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blurb:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">Moxie’s skill with a gun was valuable to the
demons. Blood-covered bullets and a cold heart are her life.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Rada’s life was about protecting his family and
his heart. The thought of finding someone who may be able to touch it scared
him.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">What happens when a former assassin and a hell
beast come together? Fireworks and the shaking of the very foundations their
lives were built on.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><o:p></o:p></p><p>
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Together they would learn what it meant to stand
outside of time. Would any of that matter when death was stalking them,
intending to make their future a double coffin? Can love survive when their
lives are on the line?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Excerpt:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">Moxie drove through what looked like miles of land
that could be used to pasture animals, but there weren’t any around. Then she
hit the woods. They were made of tall trees that seemed to repel the sunlight.
When the trees gave way and the town appeared, all she could do was stop on the
edge with her car idling while she stared in shock. It was like the past met
the present and melded together to make the future. Everything from grass huts
to modern buildings to futuristic buildings looking like it was made from
crystal stretched as far as she could see.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">None of it made sense, and yet together, it was in
perfect symmetry. This really was someplace Between Heaven and Hell. She
cruised down the mostly empty streets. Where was everyone? A woman was standing
on the sidewalk. She slowed down to ask her some questions. When Moxie pulled
close, the woman walked away, leaving behind a young boy.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I’ve been waiting for you.” He smiled, showing
the gap in his teeth.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">She didn’t say anything. How was she supposed to
respond to such a ridiculous statement from a child?<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">The boy shook his head in disgust then gave her
another bright smile before speaking. “I have to continually remind myself that
humans are slower to understand.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Her mouth was open; the worry about a fly thinking
it was a nice dark place to hide was real.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Close your mouth. The things around here are
worse than flies; you don’t want to invite them in.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Her mouth closed so fast her teeth rattled.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“You need to go to the house of the beast. They
will be waiting for you.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Before she could form a question, the boy was back
with his mother. She put the car in drive, wondering how she would find the
house of the beast. After what felt like lots of wrong turns, she sat facing a
grand house. The nicest one she had seen, modern but somehow nicer than the
futuristic ones along the way. It could have been an old mansion or a fancy bed
and breakfast. Whatever it was, she liked the looks of it.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">On either side of the wide stairs was a statue of
a beast. Her eyes slid off one, but the other grabbed hold of her, not letting
go. She thought she saw it move. Taking the heels of both hands, she rubbed her
eyes. The statue was staring at her holding her in thrall. There was no way for
her to open the car door. Had she even put it in park? When the eyes blinked
for a minute, she could get a good look at the beast. He was black with icy
white tips on his fur. Then she was caught in its eyes again. This time she
could see them. They were icy green. An inhuman green that promised to burn you
from the cold. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">She gasped, trying to force air through her lungs
when the statue became nothing more than a statue. Her head hurt like she was
in the middle of an illusion. One slow breath at a time, she closed her eyes,
reaching for her equilibrium. Once she was calm, she got out of the car to see
two men sitting on the steps. How had she missed them? Her eyes flicked to the
statue, but it made a mockery of her by not moving.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Hi.” She approached the two men. “One of the
people in town directed me here.” Probably not in her best interest to tell
them it was a little boy.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">When neither of them said anything, she stumbled
on. “They told me to come to the house of the beast.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">She looked at the two statues again. They were
like nothing she ever saw before.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I don’t have time for this.” One of the men stood
walking up the stairs.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“You can’t leave me here with her,” the other
still sitting called out.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Moxie felt lower than a piece of gum attached to
the bottom of her shoe. The disdain in the man's voice told her everything he
thought about her.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I’ll find another place to stay in a nicer town.”
She dusted off her pride before she turned around.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><o:p></o:p></p><p>
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">“You might as well stay.” The man’s voice was even
more frigid now that he was addressing her directly. “The borders won’t open
for you. They let you in but won’t let you out.”</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://amzn.to/3hNm7aO" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Amazon</span> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1571342332" target="_blank">Apple</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/rada-serena-simpson/1139653690?ean=2940165226564" target="_blank">Nook</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/search?query=rada+serena+simpson" target="_blank">Kobo</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Serena_Simpson_Rada?id=pzgyEAAAQBAJ" target="_blank">Google</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://books2read.com/u/3LROzM" target="_blank">Others</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Serena Simpsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979993356513955713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141313224798481619.post-28714418821536737712021-07-02T00:30:00.008-04:002021-07-02T00:30:00.269-04:00Rada - Between Heaven and Hell<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk5YvRsp0v0qcW8buVu6PfnIK-QOMGb6gboiPFFLv9lB7MCS4AQh9WrXv3WCLTNuD4ChOe86glz5w_Z8n46flEM-DLylyqWHNTWe3Jo8OrOrfYdbiDkuHbBysORMYnZ82Z97a9-V0gPZHA/s2048/no+text+%25283%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1565" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk5YvRsp0v0qcW8buVu6PfnIK-QOMGb6gboiPFFLv9lB7MCS4AQh9WrXv3WCLTNuD4ChOe86glz5w_Z8n46flEM-DLylyqWHNTWe3Jo8OrOrfYdbiDkuHbBysORMYnZ82Z97a9-V0gPZHA/s320/no+text+%25283%2529.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rada</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Between Heaven and Hell</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">By: Serena Simpson</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Coming July 8th</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://amzn.to/3qH6Rk4" target="_blank">Amazon</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/search?query=rada+serena+simpson" target="_blank">Kobo</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1571342332" target="_blank">Apple</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/rada-serena-simpson/1139653690;jsessionid=ABA933CD847C7CDD8A239BA6C8495356.prodny_store02-atgap15?ean=2940165226564" target="_blank">B & N</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://books2read.com/u/3LROzM" target="_blank">Others</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Serena_Simpson_Rada?id=pzgyEAAAQBAJ" target="_blank">Google</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Blurb:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">Moxie’s skill with a gun was valuable to the
demons. Blood-covered bullets and a cold heart are her life.<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Rada’s life was about protecting his family and
his heart. The thought of finding someone who may be able to touch it scared
him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">What happens when a former assassin and a hell
beast come together? Fireworks and the shaking of the very foundations their
lives were built on.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Together they would learn what it meant to stand
outside of time. Would any of that matter when death was stalking them,
intending to make their future a double coffin? Can love survive when their
lives are on the line?<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Chapter One</p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">Moxie adjusted the visor as the sun came in at a
different angle. She was keeping an eye on the blue car that stayed behind two
others. They, her, and the other cars were all on the highway, but the other
car never passed hers. Sometimes it was far enough away that she could only
catch a glimpse of it, but it was following her. Why? Because her father died
several weeks ago. That meant no one had anything they could hold over her
head. If she were smart enough, fast enough, she’d be free. The person or
people following her didn’t want that to happen.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">She dreamed of freedom from the moment she
realized she and her father were slaves. She wasn’t treated too badly initially,
mainly because she didn’t know the men in the room holding guns were there to
kill her if her father refused to do as ordered.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">When she got older, became more aware, they were
moved out of their nice house to a monitored place. That’s when she learned
somebody had to pay the price. If her dad said no, then she was beaten and
threatened with rape. He learned quickly, not wanting to put her life in
danger. The physical beatings stopped, but the mental torture ramped up. She
never told him about that. He was doing the best he could to make her life easy,
and she did the same for him.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Now he was gone. Wrong place, wrong time, or so
the cops said. She didn’t believe it. Her father was still great at what he
did. It was a set-up; the evil that controlled him wanted to move onto a
younger, more lethal model, her.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Her dad taught her everything he knew about
putting a bullet in a person’s brain. ‘Always go for the kill shot, Baby, or
don’t pick up a gun.’ Yeah, she learned from the best. She also learned to
endure mental torture from the best. Most of the time, physical agony stopped but
not mental torture. It was always there banging at the back and even the front
of your mind, demanding to be let in. It haunted you even when you were
laughing with friends. Not that she knew what having friends was like. It would send you to your room paranoid that
someone or something was out to get you.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Unfortunately, her paranoia was real. There were
people and things out to get her. One of them was in the car that was still
following her.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">It was time to do what she did best. She pulled
over into the empty lane looking for the next exit. When she found it, she saw
a hill the was backed up by cars. She merged onto it, knowing her stalkers
would follow. She drove until a thicket of trees appeared on the right side of
the road. She pulled over, leaving the emergency blinking lights on before she
got out. There was a black case in her hand. She never left home without it.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">The trees were beckoning to her. She slid between
them, doing her best not to disturb any of the leaves. When she found a sturdy tree
she could climb, she took the time to assemble her custom-made VSS vintorez high-powered
rifle with the built-in silencer before climbing the tree. She might hate the
people who tried to control her, but they provided pretty and expensive toys
for her to play with. This was one of her favorites. The range wasn’t as long
as she liked, but she had always been able to compensate for that. She had a
pistol strapped to her waist, too, just for emergency use.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">She laid flat on the branch, trying to blend in
with her surroundings. Come to mama, she sent out her mental distress call. Two
men came crashing through the woods. She almost wanted to laugh. Hadn’t anyone taught
them to be stealthy? No, of course not. They believed that she was owned heart
and soul. There was no need to be quiet. She would come like a dog when called
kneeling at her master’s feet demanding a head rub or a treat.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">In all fairness to them, they were almost right.
While her father lived, she toed the line. They said beg, and she did. When the
master said present, she did. When he said suck my cock and enjoy it, she did.
Okay, she didn’t enjoy it, but she was good at faking it. Why? Because her
dad’s life depended on it. She was thirty-one years old and had lived in hell since
she was five. When she got the message her father was dead, she hadn’t run. She
fell to her knees and lost her shit. Then she buried him. After that, everyone
was watching her, waiting for her to make a break for it. She didn’t. Grief was
a powerful emotion, and it took time to work through it.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Finally, her father’s message, the one he would
whisper to her at night as a child surfaced. ‘When you get a chance, you run
and keep running. They don’t want your life; they want your soul.’ She never
knew if he sold his to keep her safe, but hers wasn’t up for grabs.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">They were getting closer; she looked through the scope.
When she sighted the first one, she pulled the trigger. There was no remorse or
second-guessing. The second one screamed and ducked. She waited patiently for
him to reemerge. She could wing him, but she wanted a kill shot. Leaving anyone
alive to report on where she was or what direction she was heading was nothing
but a death wish.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">He was much quieter now as he came through the
underbrush, but she still caught the small noises he made. A flash of his shirt
alerted her to how close he was. She flung her rifle over her shoulder and
shimmied up the tree wanting a better vantage point. Had he realized she was up
high when she shot his companion? He didn’t seem to be looking at the tree
line, but she wouldn’t put anything past him. Quickly she changed her bullets,
not believing for a moment her stalker was human.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">When he came into view, he was frothing at the
mouth, with wickedly sharp teeth showing. There was nothing human in the eyes
that searched for her. When he looked up, she almost froze. Red eyes rimmed in
black caught hers. They tried to mesmerize her. She knew that look. He was
commanding her to come to him. They promised pain that he was more than able to
provide. Her insides melted along with her will. She wanted to give up, to
allow her master, the one who controlled her, owned her, to call her to heel.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">She breathed through her desire to capitulate even
as he let out a high pitch sound that drilled into her ears and festered inside
her brain. She needed to take the shot before she couldn’t resist any longer.
With shaky hands, she pulled the trigger. Her bullet was off trajectory. It was
going to miss; she could see it like it already played out. She coached the
bullet to change course with a strength of will she didn’t consciously know she
possessed. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">It jerked, slowing down, not giving her the
velocity she needed before coming to land in his neck. She wanted a headshot.
He roared, but she already sent a second bullet at him. This time her hands
weren’t shaking. She hit him dead center before almost falling out of the tree
as she climbed down.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Her hands were shaking again. It was taking too
long to tear down her rifle and pack it away. When you killed something that
wasn’t human, there was no guarantee it would stay dead. She took the long way
around the two dead men to make it back to her car. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Once inside, she merged into traffic, looking for
the first detour she could take that would get her far away from where she was.
She traveled for several hours before she saw it. There was a small dirt road
that seemed to break off from the main highway.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">The small sign read welcome to Between Heaven and
Hell population three thousand three hundred and fifty-four.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">She smiled; they would never look for her in such
a small place. She never saw the sign change to read three thousand three
hundred and fifty-five.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
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past were chasing her. The minute they catch up with her, she’d be back living
her old life, which was lived on her back or dead. So, when a little dirt road
beckoned to her, she took it, hoping for a place to lay low for a couple of days.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Lael was in the form of a male. When was the last
time that happened? Then, he was living, breathing, and walking the earth
plane. His hell beast was rejoicing, but he knew that pain was around the
corner.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">When Rose showed up, he was forced to acknowledge
that something had changed in his life. Together they agreed that demons were
real and there was one out to kill her. Could they work together to find a way
to defeat it? And if they fell in love, would that be so bad?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">To be together, they would have to defeat a demon
and pray the Mist didn’t come to reclaim Lael.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">This book is for 18 and older<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Chapter One</p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">“The wards failed.”<o:p></o:p></p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Asa lifted his head, copper eyes blinking. “What
do you mean the wards fell?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Lael gave a deep sigh. He hated dealing with Asa
when he was in the mood to be a dick. That’s what happened when you were
blessed or cursed with older siblings.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I mean the wards failed.’” He slowed it down in
case his brother was suffering from age-related disease. “Should I call a
healer for you?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Don’t be a dick, Lael.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I was thinking much the same.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“How did the wards fail? Have you called the
mage?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“He’s coming along with Rada.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Lael stepped out of the room, walking outside
while he waited for the others. What was coming? Their small town had been
shielded for centuries. Now the humans were getting a chance to peek at things
that didn’t concern them. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">The brightness of the sun made him shield his
eyes. Now that the shield of invisibility was gone, the shine of the sun and
the heat of it bore down on him. His neck stretched when a small breeze caressed
him. He sniffed, enjoying the fragrant smell of spring. He never smelled anything
as good as the sun-warmed green grass wafting around him.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">When his brother and the mage came out of nowhere
to stand in front of him, he stared at them before turning around.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“What took you so long?” He threw his question over
his shoulder as he took the stairs two at a time.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“You might not have realized it, but the barrier
seems to be having issues,” Silas, the mage, told him, drawing out his words.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“What’s your excuse, Rada?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I don’t need one; I’m here now.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Like Asa, Rada was used to doing whatever he
wanted when he wanted. Something as life-changing or straightforward as their
barrier disappearing wouldn’t make him move any faster. They were immortal,
invisible to the eye of mankind. The barrier may be gone, but all anyone should
see was a vast forest and some land for grazing.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Asa was sitting when they came in. His eyes were
closed like he was communicating with someone.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“What happened to the wards?” Asa asked without
acknowledging them.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Not much.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Lael turned to look at Silas, noticing that his
brothers were now paying attention to the mage.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Not much?” Lael discovered that the wards were
down when a human stood staring at their land. He almost thought the human saw
him. That was impossible. No one had seen him, his brothers, or the others who
occupied their town. He couldn’t be sure what the human was looking at, but it
wasn’t him. The sound that human-made was enough to bring a smile to his face.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Something funny?” Silas asked.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Yeah, could you imagine what would happen if the
humans could see us?” This would be worse than the witch trials.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“All the wards didn’t fail, at least, not yet. The
ward that hid this small hamlet is gone. There are still protection spells as
well as several more in place.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Then we have nothing to worry about. You’ll renew
the invisibility ward. The humans can’t see us, and when the ward goes back up,
it will wipe their memory. It will be business as usual.” Lael headed for the
door.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Not so fast.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">He really hated the mage. When you’ve been around each
other for centuries, it wasn’t unusual. If he weren’t immortal, Lael would put
him out of his misery.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“What haven’t you told us?” Asa demanded. He was
starting to get upset.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Lael nodded; he wanted his brother to get upset,
that should keep him from attacking Silas. When you’re immortal, fighting to
the death was a great blood sport while giving you something to do. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“None of you have a sense of humor.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Asa went to stand in front of Silas. “Not all of
us were granted the privilege to move around the humans.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Not that we’re complaining. Killing humans for
sport got old a long time ago.” Rada and Asa tilted their heads, agreeing with Lael.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Silas took a seat in a chair while the other three
made themselves comfortable on the thick carpet.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Everything’s changing. I can’t reset the ward,
not even with blood magic.” He took a deep breath. He had all their attention,
finally. “Not only is the invisibility ward down but the look away ward is not
working. Also, there are weak spots in the wards. Certain people, humans, will
be able to cross.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“We can retreat to the in-between until…”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">The shaking of Silas’ head stopped Lael
mid-sentence.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“What?” Rada asked.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“You’ll only be able to be in the in-between for
seconds, maybe minutes.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“You’re talking in riddles.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Silas tilted his head towards Asa. He was talking
in riddles. He stood going to the window that the brothers didn’t realize they
could use.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“There’s a prophecy,” he chuckled. “You don’t
understand how funny that is, but if I said that to a human, they’d laugh until
they cried. There is always a prophecy.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Three sets of eyes tracked him. It was a little
unnerving to come under scrutiny from the brothers. All their lives, their
futures depended on them. He made his way back to his chair before his knees
that were visibly shaking betrayed him.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Lael felt the desire to bare his teeth. The mage
stunk of fear. His heartbeat picked up as his eyes dilated. He moved a little
closer to the mage. When Silas slowly opened a drawer and pulled out a water
bottle, Lael snarled at him. They would battle later when he wasn’t threatening
him with holy water.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“I love this stuff,” Silas said, petting the
bottle like it was an animal. Not like an animal would survive around them.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Enough,” Asa growled. He was at the end of his
small amount of patience.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“When we were corralled several millennia ago and
placed in this prison, provision was made for us to go free,” Silas told them.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Their eyes flared with brief hope before it was
extinguished.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Remind me, didn’t we do that and fail?” Rada
said.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“No. You’ve been tested as the centuries passed.
Supposedly, to give you a fighting chance when the prophecy came to be.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“What are we to do? Become the pampered pet of
some monarch?” Asa asked while he licked a fang.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Maybe we’ll become the monarch's champion,
killing any who try to betray him,” Rada threw out.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“With our luck, we’ll spend several centuries as
slaves. Thanks, Silas, but we’ve been there, done that,” Lael told him. If he
never saw another whip or executioner’s blade it would still be too soon.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Wrong, all three of you are wrong. Before you
ask, I don’t have the answer. Why would the gods give me information that will
help you? I think this prophecy is just one of their ways of having fun at your
expense.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“They really are… ”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Don’t say it,” Asa interrupted Lael. “The last
thing we need is to remind them that we live.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Let me get this right,” Lael said, looking at
Silas. “The ward is down. Humans can see into our town and may even be able to
stumble their way in. We are living in some prophecy that you think is funny. We’ve
been cut off from the in-between, and we have to figure this out while being visible
to the humans. Did I cover it all?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“No. You may have not realized it yet, but you are
no longer invisible, and you’re in the form of males. Hot, sexy males.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Lael jumped to his feet, ignoring Silas, who
always preferred the male form to the female. He rushed to a mirror, his
brothers on his heels. He had forgotten what he looked like as a flesh and
blood male.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“What the fuck?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><o:p> </o:p></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;">────<o:p></o:p></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Rose drummed her fingers against the steering
wheel as she hummed to a song on the radio. She raised her eyes to the rearview
mirror needing to assure herself for the thousandth time that no one followed
her. Was she paranoid? A snort came out as she answered herself with a loud
resounding yes. That’s okay though, it was better to be paranoid and alive than
clueless and dead.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">She gave herself a good pep talk as she
decelerated, wanting to read the sign at the side of the road. She wasn’t sure
why it caught her attention. There was a small dirt road that seemed to break
off from the main highway.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">It read Between Heaven and Hell population three
thousand three hundred and fifty.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">They called their town Between Heaven and Hell?
Heck, that’s where she spent most of her life. Wondering if she was making a
bad decision, she took the dirt road. She never saw the sign change to read
population three thousand three hundred and fifty-one.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">She traveled for what felt like a long time through
the land that looked like it should be used as pasture for grazing, but there
were no animals out. She shrugged; what did a city girl know about grazing?
Then she hit the woods or the forest. It was beautiful with trees that reminded
her of ones she’d seen on Facebook. They were as tall as the sky with trunks so
big you could make them into a house.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">When the town came into view, she had to pull
over. It was a cross between a medieval village and a futuristic city. How
could this place exist? Some stores looked like huts next to stores that were
so far advanced she had never seen ones like them in the city. She drove the
street slowly as people turned to stare at her.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“Excuse me,” she slowed down. “I’m looking for a
hotel, motel, holiday inn.” Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth when
there was no lick of understanding at the old song lyric. “Maybe there’s a bed
and breakfast? Some place I can rent a room for a while.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">A small child who she hadn’t noticed stuck his
head in the window. “You need to go to the house of the beast. That’s where all
new people go.” He flashed her a smile before taking the hand of the woman she
thought was his mother.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">The house of the beast. It would have been nice if
he had pointed it out. She started the car as the desire to run sat on her
shoulders. The last thing she wanted was to face another beast. Her life was
filled with them. That’s why she decided to run.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">She drove around aimlessly, enjoying how the old
seemed to meld with the new. When she came to a structure that looked like the
cross between a federal building and a mansion, she stopped. Along each side of
the steps was a beast out of a horror movie. Pulling the car over, she got out
like she was being pulled in. The beasts were cast in black material. They
almost looked alive. She went to one, looking at its snarling face. It had fangs
that were about six inches long. The statue was huge, and the beast was down on
his haunches. How much bigger would it be if the beast were stretched out? The
hair on it was wild. What caught her attention was his eyes. The pupils were a
vibrant blue with a red circle around them that faded into pink before the
white of its eyes took over. She shivered, looking at it. Not it, him. This
statue had to be a male. She gave a laugh at her musings. It was apparent that
she was feeling free for the first time since she’d been a child.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Her hand went to her throat when the air was cut
off. She tried to slow her breathing as her airway was constricted. Please, she
begged as her mind swirled, taking her back to another time. Sweat popped on
her brow as her heart raged, her chest moving fast under her shirt. Her hand shot
out to clutch the beast, trying not to fall.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">There was a growl when she touched the beast that
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protect her face as she crawled along the steps.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">“You’re safe.” A rough voice told her.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">She looked up to stare into the eyes of the beast.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://amzn.to/3g2XZ36" target="_blank">Amazon</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lael-serena-simpson/1139605472?ean=2940165227288" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Serena_Simpson_Lael?id=KqEwEAAAQBAJ" target="_blank">Google</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1570302032" target="_blank">Apple</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/search?query=lael+serena+simpson" target="_blank">Kobo</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://books2read.com/u/4AOrnd" target="_blank">Misc Sites</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
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font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">When a blast from the past could blow up the future.</span></strong></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><em style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Dads of Seattle. Ten sexy single fathers who play poker every Saturday night, have each other’s backs, love their children without quarter, and hope to one day find love again.<br />This is Liam’s story …</span></em></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Single Dad of Seattle, Liam Dixon has a kick-*ss life. He’s a successful divorce attorney with a great kid, and an ongoing Wednesday night no-strings booty call. But seeing his fellow single dads fall in love and happier than ever, he begins to question his own life. He wants more with Richelle. A future. Finally ready to sweep Richelle off her feet, a woman who broke his heart over twenty years ago unexpectedly knocks on his door desperate for his help.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Single mom, Richelle LaRue might not be five-feet-tall, but her personality and strength are that of an Amazon. She takes no prisoners and gives zero f*cks. A damn good divorce attorney, she won’t let any man push her around, including Liam and his ridiculous idea of a “relationship.” If it’s not broke, don’t fix it. With her past behind her, life is finally good and she’s determined to give her daughter a bright and shiny future.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">But when Liam’s ex shows up, her story rocks Richelle to her core, and she and Liam take the woman’s case. What should be a simple divorce suddenly turns dangerous. Richelle finds herself—and those she loves—caught in the crossfire while Liam is torn between the past and the present, with their future dangling precariously in the balance.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Can Richelle let down her walls and trust when everything she holds dear is threatened, or will finally falling for the single dad be more than her heart can bear?</span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><span style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; 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font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">BUY IT NOW IN THE UK| </span></strong></a><strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B08WYLLYDH" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;">BUY IT NOW IN AU</a></strong></span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: underline; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="background-color: black; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Excerpt</strong></span></p><blockquote style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-color: rgb(242, 242, 242); border-left-style: solid; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: initial; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: initial; border-width: 0px 0px 0px 2px; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; quotes: "" ""; text-align: start; vertical-align: baseline;"><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">He took another step forward, invading her space. “Were you jealous?”</span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">“If I say I was, you’ll never let me live it down.” She blinked up at him, loving the way she felt in his arms, with his breath sweeping over her, his heat surrounding her.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">“You’re right, I won’t.” The grin on his face was wily. He was back to being that asshole. But an adorable asshole.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">She pushed out of his arms. “Well, then, I won’t be saying it.” The elevator doors slid open and she stepped inside. He followed her.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">The doors weren’t even fully closed before he was on her, kissing her with a ferocity, with a need she hadn’t felt from him before. He palmed her breast with one hand and cupped her ass with the other, pushing her hard up against the wall.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">She grappled, unable to decide where she wanted to put her hands. First, they were in his hair, then his broad shoulders, finally his ass. She squeezed the globes hard, loving the way they flexed in her palms as he contracted his leg muscles and hoisted her up onto his hips.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">She needed this. Badly.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Not only did she find herself craving Liam more than she ever had, but she needed a new memory for an elevator ride.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Pausing just a moment, she pulled her mouth from his. “Stop … button,” she breathed. “On the wall.”</span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Glassy-eyed and a bit befuddled, he craned his neck around to see the control panel. They hadn’t actually even hit a button to take them anywhere, but the moment someone else hit a button anywhere, they would start to move—and could be interrupted at any moment.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">With her legs still locked around his hips, he plowed them both forward. She released his ass and hit the big red button. The elevator made a clunk sound but didn’t move.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">They both chuckled. Liam followed that laugh with a growl and took her mouth again.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">She wedged her fingers between them and began to unfasten his trousers. She was in a dress—easy access.</span></p><h3 style="border: 0px; clear: both; font-family: Oswald, sans-serif; font-size: 1.8rem; font-style: inherit; font-weight: 300; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 1.3333; margin: 0px 0px 1.333em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; border: 0px; color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit; font-size: 18px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: underline; vertical-align: baseline;">BUY LINKS BY COUNTRY</span></h3><h3 style="border: 0px; clear: both; font-family: Oswald, sans-serif; font-size: 1.8rem; font-style: inherit; font-weight: 300; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 1.3333; margin: 0px 0px 1.333em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit; font-size: 18px; font-style: inherit; 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<div style="text-align: left;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-29f5a684-7fff-4a37-d815-09884cef4c18"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“So what’s your name?” she slurred, appearing to be bored or perhaps just too upset to want to continue talking about her job or lack thereof. “I’ve seen you around the building a bit. You have the big black truck and the pit bull puppy, right?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He nodded. “My name is Rex. What’s your name?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Lydia.” She yawned. “Rex, eh? Like T. rex.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He rolled his eyes. “I suppose.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Is it short for anything? Like Rexworth, Rexwell or Rexington … Rexthalomew?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Rexthalomew?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She shrugged again. “Rexly?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He simply snorted and smiled, ignoring the grumble of his belly. Man, she was drunk. “It’s not short for anything.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She shrugged again. “Do you have any siblings?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Three brothers.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“And do they all have weird names too?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I personally don’t think Rex is weird, but no, they don’t. We all have one-syllable names, though. Brock, Chase, and Heath. And our dad was Zane, and our mother is Joy.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She made an interested pout. “And what’s your middle name?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You looking to steal my identity? Want my social insurance number next?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She stuck her tongue out at him.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He grinned. “My middle name is Barry.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That had her nose wrinkling like a cute little bunny. “Why Barry?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What’s wrong with Barry?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She shrugged, and her eyes lost focus for a moment, reminding him of her inebriation. “Nothing. But why? Is it like a family name or something?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He exhaled through his nose. “My parents—in their infinite wisdom—thought it would be fun to give my brothers and I the middle name corresponding to the artist they were listening to while we were conceived.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Gross.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Indeed.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“So you’re Rex Barry after … Manilow?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“White. You know, ‘Let’s Get It On …’” He made sure to drop his voice to baritone level when he sang that little bit.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She nodded in understanding. “And your brothers?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Brock Lionel, Chase Marvin and Heath Leppard.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Leppard?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“‘Pour Some—’”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“‘Sugar On Me’!” she finished with a wide smile. “That’s hilarious.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“At least it’s our middle names and not our first names.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“True enough. What’s your last name?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Hart.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She rolled his name around on her little pink tongue like foreplay. “Rex Hart … Rex Barry Hart,” she murmured, cocking her head to the side and giving him a once-over. “I like it.” He continued to watch her, wondering when the bottle of whatever spirit she’d chosen to numb the pain was going to hit her like the freight train it inevitably was and send her rushing to the bathroom to go and vomit.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What’s your full name?” he asked. “Fair is fair, right?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Lydia Andréa Sullivan.” She tipped back her booze bottle, then frowned when she realized it was empty. She set it down on her coffee table, and her eyes darted to his case of beer. “So … sexy Rexy, how are you going to make me forget about my jobless woes?”</span></p></span></span></div>
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She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn't end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it's not quite wine o'clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. 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</div>Whitley Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14667942426829140553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141313224798481619.post-74750690204065939812021-05-05T03:30:00.001-04:002021-05-05T03:30:00.223-04:00Hired by the Single Dad is now in AUDIO!<p><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWG83fdy8vqZFrFKtZ7XnZ2G8KA5h-CApsiXlI0_zomfFhBrqhZl1pGS3CiMsjRFq-CBhHz6nStsv_BBIz8q4BQiKY_FSpcyxXJdms2B699wBMkB4h_wNhN8azX8FnSEld67F7B86tf4qY/s1080/182131257_311159050532934_6833145985157245021_n.png" style="background-color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWG83fdy8vqZFrFKtZ7XnZ2G8KA5h-CApsiXlI0_zomfFhBrqhZl1pGS3CiMsjRFq-CBhHz6nStsv_BBIz8q4BQiKY_FSpcyxXJdms2B699wBMkB4h_wNhN8azX8FnSEld67F7B86tf4qY/w387-h387/182131257_311159050532934_6833145985157245021_n.png" width="387" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #01ffff; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">US: <span style="text-align: left;"> </span><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl py34i1dx gpro0wi8" href="https://bit.ly/HiredByTheSingleDadAudioUS?fbclid=IwAR2yx3NfWJNpLgo1LNmhhVb9QlBCVps0b0f9-LcDtOz6NRbcIb9h80jgCJg" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; touch-action: manipulation; white-space: pre-wrap;" tabindex="0" target="_blank">http://bit.ly/HiredByTheSingleDadAudioUS</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #01ffff; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">UK: <a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl py34i1dx gpro0wi8" href="https://bit.ly/HireByTheSingleDadAudioUK?fbclid=IwAR3vXEWJuvLPgMiInRsZZAon90Ylft0b2JBhmr8bgDh9SbJdtfc72B7g8hM" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation; white-space: pre-wrap;" tabindex="0" target="_blank">http://bit.ly/HireByTheSingleDadAudioUK</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #01ffff; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">CA: <span style="text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://www.audible.ca/pd/Hired-by-the-Single-Dad-Audiobook/B093TVC1W8">https://www.audible.ca/pd/Hired-by-the-Single-Dad-Audiobook/B093TVC1W8</a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span></p><div dir="auto" style="font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="bc-box bc-box-padding-none bc-spacing-small" style="border: none; box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "Audible Sans", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; padding: 0px; white-space: normal;"><span class="bc-text bc-color-secondary" style="background-color: black; box-sizing: inherit;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"><p style="box-sizing: inherit; text-align: center;"><b style="box-sizing: inherit;">He needs someone to work with his son. She needs a job. </b><b style="box-sizing: inherit;"><i style="box-sizing: inherit;">They </i></b><b style="box-sizing: inherit;">need to keep their hands to themselves. </b></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; text-align: center;">Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Dads of Seattle. Ten sexy single fathers who play poker every Saturday night, have each other's backs, love their children without quarter, and hope to one day find love again.</p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; text-align: center;">This is Mark's story....</p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; text-align: center;">Single dad of Seattle Dr. Mark Herron can't believe anyone would celebrate their divorce. The dissolution of his marriage left him and his son with a huge hole to fill in their home - and their hearts. So when he overhears a lovely stranger and her friends celebrating the end of her marriage, he's mystified - and then intrigued - by her determination to put the past behind her. But when he learns that Tori Jones needs a job, he knows this can't be a coincidence.</p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; text-align: center;">Tori might be telling the world nothing's got her down, but the truth is she's hit rock bottom. Her husband didn't just cheat on her, he took all her money, including her college fund, which means her marriage is over, and so is her dream to go to grad school and help children with special needs. So when a handsome stranger offers her a job caring for his special needs son, she knows she can't turn it down...</p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; text-align: center;">Even if what she's feeling for Mark is far from professional.</p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; text-align: center;">Now Mark's finding it hard to keep his hands to himself, and Tori's struggling to keep her thoughts from straying to dangerous territory. Will they be able to keep their distance from each other, or will being hired by the sexy single dad be Tori's biggest problem of all?</p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; text-align: center;"><i style="box-sizing: inherit;">Note: This book can be enjoyed as a stand-alone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, cursing, and, of course, as with all my bo</i></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; text-align: center;"><i style="box-sizing: inherit;">oks, this has an HEA and no cliff-hanger or cheating. If you like single dads who take charge, this book is for you.</i></p></span></span></div><div class="bc-box bc-box-padding-none bc-spacing-small" style="border: none; box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "Audible Sans", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; white-space: normal;"><span class="bc-text bc-color-secondary" style="background-color: black; box-sizing: inherit;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">©2019 Whitley Cox (P)2021 Pink Flamingo Productions , LLC</span></span></div></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="background-color: black; color: #01ffff;">CLICK BELOW FOR A SAMPLE</span></b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwYGljgHfdz0l_VzmwKPM0CwcKidfuTvNhY7O2xvmbdQJoi9Ad7ATXDJ0O75heJlGXiVItzUFwyqG3Atv0x2g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: black;"><br /><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHH25gdEJMfVrFl36uWfoM1WB0tbfLhc97P-RdLmwmfmqbPJM4E33cDlN9JxxfU-R_sw_2yRB1lblyuGLwreLHIxJC6ZFZCJxfH7HpJXS6z93wT6kx3zKQhperXy7lnFUyRIzZjQOB-Ljy/s2048/181012237_978403382986176_8438611737877512548_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="431" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHH25gdEJMfVrFl36uWfoM1WB0tbfLhc97P-RdLmwmfmqbPJM4E33cDlN9JxxfU-R_sw_2yRB1lblyuGLwreLHIxJC6ZFZCJxfH7HpJXS6z93wT6kx3zKQhperXy7lnFUyRIzZjQOB-Ljy/w431-h431/181012237_978403382986176_8438611737877512548_n.jpg" width="431" /></a><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span><p><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>Whitley Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14667942426829140553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141313224798481619.post-41243580227368691792021-04-23T03:30:00.001-04:002021-04-23T03:30:00.274-04:00Flirting with the Single Dad is only 99cents!<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://mybook.to/Flirtingsingledad" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfo5pfef6apwEYLvvIrORIouIMU3x6o8vgiRJgWSoIZluh8VtK4W7X3a4HGDe_BPll4_i8xov9KNz1zD1f5cbr0PLimEab43C4C-FO3Y8KCdE1r_HmWWjP6Mt0AeAGvNaUMkyxcOsOZMQJ/w461-h461/2.png" width="461" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://mybook.to/Flirtingsingledad" style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">GET IT HERE FOR UNDER A $1</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span></div><b style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">When first impressions happen twice.</span></b></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span></div><i style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Dads of Seattle. Ten sexy single fathers who play poker every Saturday night, have each other's backs, love their children without quarter, and hope to one day find love again. This is Atlas's story ...</span></i></div></i><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Single Dad of Seattle, Atlas Stark is in over his head. A widower, he's been left to raise his daughter, and his infant cousin alone, while also trying to make partner at his law firm. If things at work weren't stressful enough, his home life is getting hairy too. His daughter's acting out, eager for her father's attention, and she's taking it out on the baby. Already stretched too thin, he's one frayed strand away from snapping. Desperate for help, he takes her to see a therapist. What he doesn't count on is her being a tall, blonde knock-out with sapphire eyes and penchant for motorcycles. Too bad she annoys the crap out of him.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Tessa Copeland's life has never been easy. With a chronically ill mother, she was forced to grow up quicker than most. A successful art therapist, she's determined not to let her baggage set her back. Until her fiancé cheats on her and takes her dog. She's never brought her personal life to work, but she can't stop thinking about the father of one of her clients, or the fact that he's an assuming jerk with a smolder that gets her engine running. But things grow blurry when she finds herself seeking legal counsel from the broody Atlas, and even though the two continue to butt heads, their chemistry is undeniable.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><div style="text-align: center;">Will flirting with the single dad lead Tessa down a dangerous road riddled with potholes and blind turns? 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Atlas is strong, protective, closed off and doing everything he feels is right to keep moving after an incredible loss. He never thought something so random could bring him joy and I loved watching him open up and realize that loss doesn't mean things will never be good again. Tessa just wanted to get her personal life back on track after her ex tore her world apart, and having an ill mother wasn't helping either. I loved how the attraction between these two was pure and innocently sweet in one way and quite intense in another. They worked so well together, and I loved the way they each cared for and supported each other. 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Struggling to fit back into civilian life after retiring as a Navy SEAL, he started his own private investigation company, charging a small fortune to find people and their secrets. Recently hired by the wealthy McAllister brothers, finding their long-lost sister should be an easy assignment, right? Wrong. Skyler McAllister is one tough woman who's on the run for her life. She has the smarts, skills and funds to keep herself on the move, and no matter how hard Rob tries, she always seems to always be one step ahead of him. Can Rob find her before whoever’s chasing her does? Can he deliver her to her brothers and out of harm's way without letting the green-eyed vixen with a stubborn streak get captured? Or will letting his guard down be his most dangerous assignment of all?</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span></span></div><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Skyler McAllister is on the run. She knows too much and the men who murdered her boyfriend want her dead, too. With her late father's inheritance funding her travels, and her skills forging passports helping her change her name and identity, she’s managed to stay under the radar and one step ahead of the bad guys. Only she lets her guard down when sexy, smooth-talking Cahill crosses her path. Not only do his kind eyes make her want to trust again, find a connection and someone to hold onto, but she finds herself falling for him. Only, she hasn't trusted a soul in so long, it doesn't come easily anymore and she struggles to let Rob in.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span></span></div><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ead1dc;">However, trust is the only way they'll survive. 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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">She touched her bottom lip with her finger. “Ditch the sweats,” she said, her voice now erotic and hoarse.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">“Thought they were lingerie for women,” he said.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">“Lingerie is meant to seduce and then be removed. They’ve done their job.” She tugged her shirt over her head, exposing her black sports bra.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">“Take that thing off. Does nothing but hide your tits.”</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Grinning at each other, they did as they were both told. She tugged the bra over her head, and he dropped his sweats to the floor.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">His cock was at full attention now, a thick string of precum hanging from the tip. She eyed his crown like it was the hottest day in summer and he had a Popsicle between his legs.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">“I’ve got nothing to apologize for,” she said with a gentle headshake. “Not planning on putting that in my mouth for a while.”</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">His grin hurt his cheeks now. Fuck, he loved her sass.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">When she wanted something, she went for it.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">“Not gonna ask you to.” Though if she wanted to, he’d never turn her down.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">He removed her panties and allowed himself a moment to just take in the beauty, the rawness of Stacey naked on his bed. This image had kept the monsters at bay during his stint down in Georgia. When he felt the walls closing in, the darkness beginning to get thick, he thought of Stacey spread out before him, a flush to her skin, her nipples beaded, pupils dilated, arms out reaching for him.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">The downy patch of blonde hair between her legs was damp, and he dropped to his knees and pressed his nose to it, inhaling her scent. Imprinting it on his memory for later. Like when the monsters returned.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Her fingers tracing a gentle path on his bald head had him tilting his gaze to her. “Inside me, Chase. It’s been too long.”</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">She didn’t have to tell him twice.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Pressing a knee into the bed, he pushed her legs apart and made to settle between her thighs when she stopped him. “Condom?”</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Right.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">He had a few still kicking around, but since he didn’t need them and hadn’t gotten laid since Stacey, he hadn’t really had the need to keep a healthy supply.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">But he knew he’d spied at least three in his nightstand drawer.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">With a nod but no words, he stood up again, went to his nightstand, found what he needed and sheathed himself.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">He could tell her that they didn’t need to use them. That he was clean and he assumed she was. Fuck, no condom would feel a hell of a lot better.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">But even so, that just wasn’t something he was ready to share.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">He’d known his fate, his lack of virility for almost a year now, and it was still tough to accept.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">He’d never have children of his own. Never be a father.</span><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><br style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;" /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Maybe that was for the better anyway. How could he chase away the monsters from under the bed when he was afraid of them himself? How could he help his children overcome their fear of the dark when he was nearly forty and hated the dark himself?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Author: Whitley Cox</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Genre: Contemporary Romance, Romance Suspense</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Release Date: October 11, 2018</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div>
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GoogleWhitley Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14667942426829140553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141313224798481619.post-72864277506139748172021-02-14T03:30:00.002-05:002021-02-14T03:30:06.804-05:00Get cozy with the single dad firefighter this Valentine's for under $1!<p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #999999;"> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://mybook.to/hotdad" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #999999;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3gcOgW8EmzSh7f0q9WYflnw09iju6xFt_dEp0f6QL4IEwxQmtKbiczEDfqtRqQyalFtDb4QnS1-2-SOveZZVDFL56UF_6ZpqFJW8CuZ6UBKe-gWquvNZ1bBhqnL8Ay25Wgz-xCjdJY0y/w449-h449/1.png" width="449" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #999999;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: red;">GET IT HERE--> <a href="http://mybook.to/hotdad">mybook.to/hotdad</a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #999999;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;"><b>A single dad, firefighter, steamy rom-com.</b></span><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">Sam</span><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">Since the moment I laid eyes on her I’ve wanted her.</span><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">But I wasn’t ready.</span><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">The kids were my world and my wounds were still raw.</span><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">For six months, I watched her from afar. 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She’ll have ten days to write a feature piece about The Windward Hibiscus Resort. That leaves plenty of time for fun and sun—</span><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;"> And a smoking hot fling with Tate McAllister, billionaire resort owner, scuba instructor, philanthropist, and let’s face it—sex god.</span><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">Parker knows she’s not supposed to mix business with pleasure, but Tate’s ready and willing to wow her in and out of the bedroom. She can get the job done and let him fulfill all her fantasies, can’t she?</span><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">But she won’t, repeat—won’t—fall in love with the man. Even if every part of her wants to.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinlDk1m4ag_MFbb9zNCncV3Y4XuhcckGQElQcQurd6emiHuSLoqrlyURg6Emm_BTNYWxW7YIhhM0_uSOPAqO0glw0Fcz1wTCf7iq3TwK47tcQ3LVGp17y4vVJiQzjWvHzE1JumDciiNB-v/s1986/All+5.png" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="1986" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinlDk1m4ag_MFbb9zNCncV3Y4XuhcckGQElQcQurd6emiHuSLoqrlyURg6Emm_BTNYWxW7YIhhM0_uSOPAqO0glw0Fcz1wTCf7iq3TwK47tcQ3LVGp17y4vVJiQzjWvHzE1JumDciiNB-v/w613-h184/All+5.png" width="613" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEaZPkXiwqcO_6OsHO65HH2Xh5URXFPipxqWprskKZ331jCIgAyfN-GxhA4K-qifC-whnnzfBSG_aA6LYLg5_AdvS12SZDSrhZeZKnVj4eiEDpXfHkr-4eV9kBJjuW-i3AQpF0RM0I4-4U/s1080/FREE+QD+QE.png" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEaZPkXiwqcO_6OsHO65HH2Xh5URXFPipxqWprskKZ331jCIgAyfN-GxhA4K-qifC-whnnzfBSG_aA6LYLg5_AdvS12SZDSrhZeZKnVj4eiEDpXfHkr-4eV9kBJjuW-i3AQpF0RM0I4-4U/s320/FREE+QD+QE.png" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://mybook.to/quickeasy" target="_blank"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">GET IT HERE</span></a></b></span></div></div><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quick & Easy</div></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Book 2, A Quick Billionaires Novella</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Getting over your ex isn’t as easy as getting back under them.</span></b></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Heather Alvarez thought she was over Gavin McAllister. After all, he dumped her—on the phone—ten years ago, then vanished from her life and broke her heart. But now he’s back, and all Heather wants is revenge.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"> Or at the very least, the breakup sex he still owes her.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Ten years ago, Gavin McAllister made a choice and lost the one woman he’s ever loved. Now he’s determined to win her back, even if it means telling the truth. He’d do just about anything for another chance with Heather.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">But a one-night stand, no strings, no future? He doesn’t think so. </span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">This time he wants forever.</span></div></span><p></p>Whitley Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14667942426829140553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141313224798481619.post-5419225961165625642021-02-06T03:30:00.001-05:002021-02-06T03:30:10.329-05:00Spend Valentine's Day with the Single Dad for under $1<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://mybook.to/VWTSD" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipYjBjB99TMZaI_H8yyqcKNZdK9AuiJRliEqUx1oi7SbBhBEeSYPPM8lu_jZcOVrv2mYRqk8Wb6JxYlERwwmzMXraeOaDaUU7JE1ojuc0T8hSsBw2METt_kyaTfzAQNSOT_3Oe51cereHR/s320/3.png" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://mybook.to/VTWSD" style="background-color: black;" target="_blank"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">BUY IT NOW</span></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><b style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">When a business arrangement takes a personal turn ...</b><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><i style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Dads of Seattle. Ten sexy single fathers who play poker every Saturday night, have each other's backs, love their children without quarter, and hope to one day find love again.<br />This is Mason's story ...</i><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">Single Dad of Seattle Mason Whitfield made some big changes in his life five years ago, starting with quitting his Fortune 500 job and moving away. Now he's back in Seattle, he bought a bar and is finally a father--life is good. But when a beautiful mystery woman keeps coming to his bar interviewing men night after night, Mason's curiosity is piqued and he just has to know more.</span><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">Five years ago, cancer nearly killed Lowenna Chambers. Then her husband left her--for her sister. Now in remission, she just opened up her own chocolate shop and is determined to live the best life possible. Until she's asked to do the impossible: design an enormous chocolate center piece and give a speech for her sister and ex-husband's wedding, on Valentine's day of all days. A perfect opportunity to show them she's moved on. But first, she needs a date. A drool-worthy hunk who will steal the show. Cue, Mason who is tall, dark, dangerous and with two sleeves of tattoos to boot.</span><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">But as the wedding approaches it's no longer a simple business arrangement between Mason and Lowenna. She likes him and he wants her, but love is never that simple and a future together begins to look unattainable.</span><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">Can Lowenna get over her pain and heartache and spend Valentine's with the single dad, or will she let yesterday haunt her today, ruining any chance of a beautiful tomorrow?</span><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><i style="font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">**Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, cursing, and of course as with all my books, this has an HEA and no cliffhanger or cheating. If you like single dads who take charge, this book is for you.</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: black; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://mybook.to/VWTSD" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1388" data-original-width="2048" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5yPl8XK4oUQ34vFt8_25Vxord7buJMrWUhtKxW3kTim9CKVjjlkq5ISnU6bGC6-qWcQRl6PVJPP5andXLXXXpyeaaBqTQVirDeKQuUwcQmfaVCqTMQwpY7EfL_HN7O0-1TSYOwv-eGPMN/w556-h377/1569729257.png" width="556" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></span><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;"><br /></i><p></p>Whitley Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14667942426829140553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141313224798481619.post-71066520237266856842021-01-17T03:30:00.005-05:002021-01-17T03:30:00.193-05:00The doctor and the matchmaker. 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<div style="text-align: left;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You’re a </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">big</span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> personality,” I said. “But no, you’re not annoying, and I </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">do</span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> like you.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His gaze shifted from mine to the flames, and he adjusted his hot dog, dropping it to hover just above the coals. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As hard as I tried, though, I couldn’t keep my eyes off his pants. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It’s been a LONG dry spell, girlie. What’s one night?</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">What happens in the cabin stays in the cabin?</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I reached for my wine. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Just think about it. If you like me as a friend, liking me as more isn’t too far off, right?” He gave his hot dog an inspection before pulling it out of the fireplace and jerking his chin toward the stack of buns I’d found in the freezer. “Grab me one, please.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I did as he asked, once again my gut getting knotty as I cupped the hotdog with the bun and slid it off the stick. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was twenty-eight years old, for crying out loud. I had a thriving business, a condo, a car, my 401K was impressive for my age, and yet I was getting giggly and squirmy at the childish act of cupping his hot dog in my bun. All I wanted to do was laugh. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He thanked me and took the hot dog and bun from me, squirting on the ketchup and mustard before taking a big, manly bite. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Mmm, you did good picking that bun for me. Nice and soft. Just perfect for my wiener.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Unable to keep the laughter at bay any longer, I picked up an olive and tossed it at him, hitting him square between the eyes. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Hey!” In retaliation, he picked up an olive and tossed it at me, but I was ready for him and opened my mouth, catching it like a pro … or an obedient dog. I refused to think too hard about which one I better personified. My brother and I used to play this game with olives, mini marshmallows, peanuts or whatever for hours when we stayed in the cabin. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You can’t resist the innuendos, can you?” I asked, topping off our wine and chewing my olive. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I can’t resist them when they make you smile like that or earn me one of those sexy giggles.” He finished his hot dog and washed it down with a sip of wine. “You seriously have the best smile.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There he went again with the compliments and the irresistible handsomeness. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And don’t forget those pajamas</span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I risked another glance at the pants. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Eyes up here, lady.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dammit. </span></span></p></div>
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