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Friday, June 26, 2015

Lies in Rewind Release Day Blitz @Tali_Alexander

LIES IN REWIND

By
Tali Alexander
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SYNOPSIS:

“Karma never disappoints. Karma always delivers…”

New York City attorney Sara Klein has created a perfect world for herself with her beautiful lies. A world in which she is the object of every man’s fantasies and the envy of every woman. Only one man knows the truth about the dark secret Sara is hiding, the only man she’s ever loved and can never have. But Sara’s world of lies starts to unravel the day sexy British heir William “Liam” Knight storms into her life. He’s seeking revenge and answers for past betrayals, and will use anyone he can to get them. An unlikely friendship between two lonely hearts seeking solace turns into love that will shatter a lifetime of lies, span two continents, and leave Sara facing the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help her God.
-Genre: Adult Romance | Suspenseful Romance | Contemporary Fiction| Erotic Romantica
-Brief description of book: Book two of the AUDIO FOOLS series. This adult romance series will follow the love lives of two best friends; Emily and Sara. Their road to love materializes and crumbles with the help of ‘80s music as the anthem to their existence. LIES IN REWIND is the continuation of LOVE IN REWIND.


EXCERPT:

St. Lucia

(William)

“You’re a great singer Em ily , that was wicked. I’ve never had anybody sing naked for me before. From now on I will always think of you when I hear this song.” She’s jumping around on my bed with her beautiful hair and knockers swinging up and down, and I don’t think I’ve ever smiled for this long in my whole entire miserable life. This woman, this beautiful woman, is a bloody godsend. She finally gets tired and flops down next to me on the bed. I’ve had a hard tool for hours and I would give anything to have some relief. How sweet a revenge it would be if I banged his wife? He ruined my sister and I will ruin his wife, an eye for an eye, arsehole. I’m still floored by how I could’ve possibly hated this beautiful, innocent woman. She’s a bloody saint, it’s him that’s the devil; she only knew him, fucked him, loved him. She had no experience, no idea what kind of life she could have without him. I could give her everything and I could love her in ways that bastard doesn’t even know how. He’s not capable of loving one woman, just cheating, lying, and eventually, destroying anything beautiful that he gets his dirty paws on. I know she’s currently smashed, but the way she smiles at me—she wants me, she needs me to make her forget that arse. Liam, you can do this, make the first move, I try to motivate myself. If she says no I’ll back away and go wank off in the loo. This is it; I’ve waited to touch her all day. I start by taking her small hand in mine and turning it so I can kiss the inside part. Touching her is heaven. I watch her eyes as they slowly close in pleasure. I didn’t think it was possible, but my dick just got harder; next level will surely be rapture. I continue kissing the inside of her arm, and her skin feels like pure silk. She smells of beach and pineapple juice. Em ily had at least ten Malibu Bay Breeze cocktails while telling me everything there was to tell about her love life on the beach today. I lower my head to her stomach and give it a nibble. She starts giggling as my hair falls and grazes her skin. I look up to see her smiling with her eyes shut, and the sound of her laughter is the best sound in the world. Does she make him feel this good? I’m delirious just being alone with her. I look at her sprawled before me and I want to suck and squeeze her tits, but I’m worried it’ll be too much, too soon for her…I don’t want to scare her. I know she’s bloody naked in my bed with only her knickers on and everything she does is turning me on. I’m nuzzling her stomach dangerously close to her pussy, but she’s most definitely intoxicated. I should just tuck her in and perhaps give her a friendly goodnight kiss, I think as I get a whiff of her arousal. My mouth actually waters and I may ejaculate prematurely just imagining how wet she is. I’ve been dying to kiss her perfect lips from the moment she told me her husband was cheating on her. How could that bastard ever want or need anything but her? All I want is to stop her from crying and kiss her so hard she forgets Louis Fucking Bruel ever existed and that she happens to be his wife. I can’t help myself now, my hands have a mind of their own, and they’re touching her beautiful tits and squeezing those hard nipples that I’m salivating to suck…as she moans, “Oh, Louis, please don’t stop.”


New York

(Sara)

I’m at my usual table eating my usual Nutella-filled chocolate croissant and sipping English breakfast tea with milk and two sugars. I look down at my favorite navy Prada suit paired with my nude colored Jimmy Choos. I smooth over my hair that, thanks to my useless alarm clock, I didn’t have time to deal with this morning; therefore, it’s pulled back. But I made it, I’m here and I wait. I wait almost every single day. I’ve only missed seeing them while I moved to London for a few years, but other than that—rain, snow, or shine—I’m always here. The staff at Joanna’s restaurant are incredible; I have been coming here almost every day for seven years and they just leave me to my business. They don’t ask me what I want, they already know, they just nod their hello and bring me my usual. I sit in my customary tiny table by the window as I wait to see him leave his house. I have the perfect view of his brownstone from this angle. He sometimes looks up toward the corner restaurant before getting into his car, almost as if he senses me watching him. I look down at my watch; it’s almost half past seven and he still hasn’t left his house. I finish my flaky brioche and wonder for the millionth time how they fucking get all that velvety smooth chocolate inside without marring the pastry, must be a syringe, I conclude as I devour the last bite and look out the window just in time to see his black car pull up. A minute later, he finally emerges, clean-shaven and hair still slightly damp. I inhale as if I’m standing right next to him. The three of them get into the back of his chauffeured SUV and drive off. Time’s up! I think sadly to myself and whisper “See you tomorrow, JJ,” to no one in particular.

AVAILABLE June 26th...


AUTHOR BIO:

“Nothing really to tell, what you see is what you get.” I am every woman out there that has fantasies in her head. I am a daughter, a granddaughter, a sister, a wife, a lover, a mother, and a friend. I happen to also be a Doctor of Pharmacy and a business owner by day, and now a writer by night. Writing and reading help me escape the scary world we live in. I hope my stories help readers experience many different emotions and ultimately, I hope I make them smile… Writing keeps me sane. I hope reading does the same for you.
♥♥TA

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Thursday, June 18, 2015

The Other P-Word Release Day Blitz @MKSchiller

Title: The Other P Word
Author: MK Schiller
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Blurb:
The Other P-Word blurb Suffering from a dark past, he lives his life with passion but no purpose. She planned everything…except him. Billie Price has always had a plan for her life. On the surface, it all appears on track. But there has always been something missing. Even though she has a purpose, there is no passion to fuel it. Then she meets a mysterious stranger with a dark past. Except Evan Wright is all kinds of wrong—the tattoo-clad, guitar-strumming, Harley-riding modern day drifter is definitely not the right man for her. Yet she finds herself drawn to him and The Lost Souls’ Club—the eclectic bar where he works. As all her carefully strung plans unravel, Evan is there to comfort her. As their attraction grows, Billie can’t resist the temptation, even though Evan will leave in the fall. At least they have all summer together, not to mention the man knows how to narrate the perfect sex scene for the book she’s writing. But as she crashes into Evan’s world, Billie has to ask herself—can passion prevail when there is no purpose? Reader Advisory: Warning—this book contains one raunchy tattoo-clad musician who can rock his tongue as well as a guitar!
Publisher Note: This book is part of a series but can be read as a standalone novel, as can any of the books in the In Other Words Series
In Other Words – the series blurb There are some words that a woman must overcome to find her own happiness. For the women of the In Other Words series, each girl has to struggle through the obstacles of her scary word to accept the love of the hot, handsome man that awaits her. Every woman deserves to be loved for who she is, but will these girls be able to get over their fears to accept the commitment of forever so they can have a life of passion and belonging? 
Join Marley, Emmie, Stevie and Billie, as they tackle their words, and find out with the help of a supportive family, some awesome tunes, and plenty of humour, a woman can do just about anything!  So pull up a chair, enjoy some dessert with us and let’s start dishing!
I am a hopeless romantic in a hopelessly pragmatic world. I have a full time life and two busy teenagers, but in the dark of night, I sit by the warm glow of my computer monitor, reading or writing, usually with some tasty Italian…the food that is!
I started imagining stories in my head at a very young age. In fact, I got so good at it that friends asked me to create plots featuring them as the heroine and the object of their affection as the hero. You've heard of fan fiction... this was friend fiction.
I hope you enjoy my stories and always find The Happily Ever After in every endeavor.
I love hearing from readers so please write to me!
Teaser 1
He set the drink in front of me and poured one for himself. “Did you come to see me?”
“Sort of.”
“Are you going to tell me you just happened to be in the neighborhood?”
“Would you believe I got on the wrong bus?”
“Sometimes you can get on the wrong bus and still manage to get off at the right stop.”
Teaser 2
A partial groan…almost a growl halted me.
“Howdy neighbor,” he said.
“What the hell, Evan. You can’t just barge in on me.”
He grinned, kicking the door so it opened all the way. “Your door was ajar.”
I stomped over to him. “It’s not a jar. It’s a door.”
“Funny. What are you? Six years old?”
“Sometimes. I can’t believe you spied on my slutty dance.”
“Did you do that at the club the other night?”
“No. I only do it in private.”
“That’s good because your private dance is liable to cause a lot of public hard-ons.”
“You’re pretty gross.”
“And you’re pretty.”
“Pretty what?”
“Just pretty.”
Teaser 3
I cleared my throat. “My turn - what’s the craziest sexual thing you’ve ever done?”
            He chuckled softly, probably recounting the event. “I let a girl drive my bike and then I made her come.”
            “That’s not crazy.”
            “While she was driving it.”
            My mouth gaped. “That’s so dangerous.”
            He shrugged. “We had our helmets on.”
Teaser 4
            “You planning on coming in or you just gonna keep undressing me with your eyes?”
            I shook my head and cleared my throat. “In all fairness, you’re not wearing much to begin with.”
            He leaned toward me, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Then why the hell is it taking you so damn long?”
Teaser 5 (naughty)
            I couldn’t finish because he started then. He stroked me with that tongue and every time I got used to a movement, he changed it up, causing me to cry out again. He held onto my legs, keeping them spread. I fell back on the bed, falling, falling, falling apart. He hooked each of my legs over his shoulder and sat up, lifting the lower half of my body with this. I watched him eating me out like he was hungry for me…starving. And I don’t know if he meant it to be instruction, but it sure the hell was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. His thumb gently pressed on my clit and he inserted another finger, while his tongue still thrust inside me.
            He peered at me, his eyes blazing.
            Evan may have been part porn star and part rock star, but in that moment, a new nickname surfaced above all others. Evan David Wright was….The Pussy Whisperer.

Monday, June 15, 2015

The Aqua Lie Cover Reveal @LLHunterbooks

Title: The Aqua Lie
Series: The Aqua Saga book 2
Author: L.L. Hunter
Genre: YA Dystopian
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba of Mae I Design and Photography
Release Date: July 31st


Ever since being told he had to work for General Maddox in order to see Pym, Rush has had more than enough time to contemplate how to get out of this deal.

When he is invited to play a high stakes poker game with the General and his father, he is a little suspicious of the General’s motives.

When he discovers just what he is playing for, it has Rush seeing red.

The prize: Pym’s heart.

But if he loses, he will have to watch his friend Troy take Pym to the annual General’s Masquerade Ball while he sits on the sidelines.

And the hardest part of it all - trying to keep his secret from Pym.

In the much anticipated sequel to The Aqua Secret,

Will Rush be able to keep up the facade, or will it all be unraveled by midnight?








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Friday, June 12, 2015

Intransigent Cover Reveal @CameoRenae

Title: Intransigent (The After Light Saga #3)
Author: Cameo Renae
Genre: YA Post-Apocalyptic/Dystopian
Publisher: CHBB
Expected Release Date: June 19, 2013
Cover Design: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design Photography
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Blurb:
Arriving at the new government bunker, things quickly go from bad to worse. I am separated from Finn and my family because of my ability to connect with Arvies through telepathy. Housed with three other Readers—and kept away from the general population—we are given serum injections in effort to enhance our thought transference. The end goal? Thought manipulation. We are considered humanity’s only hope in the war against the Arvy race. With the ever growing threat of an invasion, the government demands results from the Reader program by doling out ultimatums, and using our loved ones against us. But they will not break me.
My name is Abigail Park. I am intransigent.


Voted 2013 Break Out Author by Young Adult & Teen Readers, and 2013 Book of the Year (Hidden Wings). 
Cameo Renae was born in San Francisco, raised in Maui, Hawaii, and recently moved with her husband and children to Alaska. She's a daydreamer, a caffeine and peppermint addict, loves to laugh, loves to read, and loves to escape reality. One of her greatest joys is creating fantasy worlds filled with adventure and romance, and sharing it with others. One day she hopes to find her own magic wardrobe, and ride away on her magical unicorn. Until then...she'll keep writing! HAPPY READING!
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Buy Links:
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Thursday, June 11, 2015

In the Zone Book Blitz @paigematthews_3 WARNING: 18+

IN THE ZONE SERIES BOOK BLITZ
PAIGE MATTHEWS
RAVEN SEDUCTION PRESS / NEVERMORE PRESS
Jessica

Twelve years ago I lost everything I loved. I lost the ability to play the one sport that I had given every sweat and tear to. A career ending injury and a three-day coma left me hearing the words a player never wants to hear.

Since that day, I have made it my goal to break into the one world a female hasn’t entered yet: The NHL and specifically- Head Athletic Trainer. Finally getting my chance to prove myself I will not let anything or anyone stand in my way of my new dreams…until he shatters every ounce of control that I’ve hidden behind for years.

His arrogance, his determination and his god damn near perfect body set my body on fire. The more I try to stay away, the more I am drawn to him and the one night I give him- I lose.


Micah

I value nothing more than dominating on and off the ice. Nothing can deter my focus or my attention from taking my chance to prove to the world that I can capture the ultimate goal: the Stanley Cup. Coming off a heartbreaking loss in last year’s finals, the new season is full of promise and records. Until she walks in…

The newest Athletic Trainer of the NY Hawks and sister of my biggest rival, Jessica McAdams sets my body on fire: a response I haven’t felt in a long time. From the first time I saw her at the club and heard her name mentioned around the locker room, I was taken.

I could see through her walls, the false defenses she put up. She tries to pretend she is a stone cold and in charge woman, but I see the promise of what is underneath. As much as she pushes me away, the more I come to desire her, need her and want to dominate her. What starts as a mission to dominate the rough exterior becomes something I can’t live without- and she becomes the one thing I need more in my life than anything else, even if she doesn’t want me back.

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I entered the hotel roughly around one in the morning. It was a quick trip to the bar, one that I really didn’t want to partake in, but did anyway. I was walking toward my room when I saw Jessica down the hall.

“Ms. McAdams?” I said as I jogged toward her. She turned and paused.

“How can I help you, Mr. Mitchell?”

I stopped as I came up on her. “You can call me Micah for starters.”

“Not happening. So, what can I help you with Mr. Mitchell.” She stood in front of me with her hands folded across her chest. She was still in her wind pants and polo shirt from the game earlier. I stared down at her as I watched her back up until she was stuck between the wall and me. I put my hands on either side of her head and bent down.

“You need to call me Micah. Mr. Mitchell is so formal, and I intend to be anything but formal with you.”

I saw her body shake as I whispered that to her. Unless I was wrong, which I wasn’t often, she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

“Don’t deny it, Jessica.”

“Deny what, Mr. Mitchell?” Her voice was shaky as she looked up at me.

“Don’t deny yourself what your body wants.”

“You don’t know what you are talking about.” She uncrossed her arms and attempted to stand taller.

“But I do know what I am talking about. I see the way your body betrays you. I can see your breath quicken, the way you shiver at the closeness, and I could see the disappointment earlier this evening when I moved away from you.”

“I do not know what you are talking about, Mr. Mitchell. I think you are mistaken. And as I have told you before, I am not interested.”

“One night, Jessica. Just submit to me for one night. I promise you won’t regret it.” My dick was straining against my jeans, and the uncomfortable tension lingered in the air.

“No. First off, I don’t submit to anyone, and secondly, I don’t fool around, especially with men the likes of you,” she responded sternly.

“The likes of me? Honey, I assure you that you haven’t met someone the likes of me. And no offense, but you are a natural submissive.”

“I am not a submissive.” Her voice rose, as she stood tall and pushed me back. “Now if you will excuse me.” Jessica moved away, and I grabbed her arm and turned her back to me, pulling her against my chest. Without thinking, my hands grasped the back of her head and I pulled her mouth to me. My lips crashed against hers as I pried them open with my tongue. I could taste the sweetness that lingered. I felt her hands touch my chest as I continued to thrust my tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch of it.

I pulled back, reluctantly breaking the contact that I so desperately wanted, needed. Jessica’s hand immediately struck the side of my face as I grabbed it and pushed her back against the wall. Her hands above her head, her chest heaved up and down.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy that, because you did. Your body doesn’t lie, Ms. McAdams.” I placed my erection against her abdomen. “See how hard you make me? One night, Jessica, it’s all I’m asking.”

She pulled herself from my less than tight hold and pushed me away. “Go to hell, Mr. Mitchell.” Before I could say another word, she slipped the key card into the slot and opened the door to her room.





Mackenzie

I had everything I wanted in life until one day I lost it all. A career ending injury and parents that turned their back on me, I was determined to make something of myself again.

Until Ryan Jameson walks into my life and changes it. Everything I thought I wanted, everything I thought I knew, was just that-thoughts.

The connection is undeniable, the lust unrelenting. He changes everything…but will it last?


Ryan

I value my privacy.

I rely on my dominance-on and off the ice.

I believed I had everything I ever wanted or needed….

Everything was fine until she walked into my life.

The connection we have is indescribable; the passion never ending.

I never thought I’d fall again, but I couldn’t get enough.

Now the past I’ve worked so hard to keep protected threatens to tear us apart before we have even begun.

Can we overcome it or will it just be another deflection?

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“I’ve been waiting for you to step away.” His deep, hushed tone filled my ears as I inhaled his scent.

“Is that so?” I asked, unable to turn around. He had me pinned against the bar with his body. I could feel the hardness of his muscles against me, including his erection against my ass.

“You feel this too, don’t you?” he asked, his finger now trailing down my arm.

“Yes.”

“Good. Ever since I saw you the other day, I’ve needed more. And just my luck here you are.”

“Coincidence?” I asked, not needing an answer. My body was heated, and I could feel the wetness increasing between my legs. He hadn’t even touched me more than running his finger up and down my arm, and I was ready to jump him.

“Maybe, but I don’t believe in those. But I will take it as a sign.” He moved his lips to my ear. “Name, doll?”

“Mac,” I blurted out. The heat from his whisper, combined with the nip of my ear, had me fighting hard to keep my calm.

“Mac. I like it,” he laughed, moving his left hand around my hip and settling it on my stomach. “Want to join me somewhere a little more private?” His fingers ran across my skin, and I could feel the calluses of his fingertips on my tingling flesh.

“Yes.” I didn’t know what this man was doing to me, but my God, I was ready to burst. I was at the point where I would have let him do anything he wanted to my body. I hadn’t felt this much pull toward someone in a very long time. “One condition,” I was able to blurt out.

“Yes?” he purred again in my ear.

“Only tonight.”

“I can’t agree to that,” he said, keeping me faced away from him, his hand now teasing the waistband of my skirt.

“Why not?” I asked, taking in a breath as he moved his hand lower.

“I don’t think I’ll be satisfied with only one night, nor do I believe, by the way your body is responding to me, the way I can smell your arousal, that you’ll be able to walk away after tonight.”

“I’ll be able to walk away. One night – that’s all I can give right now,” I answered back, my brain fucking with my hormones.

“I’ll take tonight, but I promise you it won’t be our last.” His fingers now danced across the front of my soaked underwear.






Brianna:

Ten years.

It’s been ten years since he ripped my heart out and left me broken and destroyed.

Ten years of rebuilding, of moving on.

But do you ever really move on from your first love?

Now faced with the past, how do we deal with the future?



Colin

Ten years.

She left me a hollow man. No one has captured my heart since.

Ten years spent focusing on my career and having fun.

That is until she reappears in my life.

Can I convince her to give us a second chance?





“Safeword, sugar.”

“Roughing,” I replied as Colin’s hand slowly ran over my ass. A light swat landed on my right buttock, followed by another light swat on my left. The gentleness of the movements led me into a false sense of security. I knew what was coming next, but I enjoyed the caress of his hands anyway.

Colin pulled away, and I heard the shuffle of the paddle. A moment later it landed across my cheeks.

“Holy mother of Troy…” I hissed out as the first smack hurt like hell.

“Four more, sugar. Be a good girl and take them. You are being punished for your little stunt earlier. Who do you belong to?”

“You, sir. Only you.” It was the truth. Colin held my heart, my soul, and my body.

The second whack hit, the pain radiating outward until the heat turned to pleasure. I didn’t mind being branded by him. He owned me. It was that simple. The third and fourth swats were harder, but by this point I was only feeling my arousal dripping slowly down my inner thigh. I took a deep breath in, my hands gripping the legs of the bench as the final impact from the branding paddle landed on my inflamed flesh.

Colin traced my spine before he applied a cooling lotion on my reddened skin. I cried out as he rubbed the liquid into my ass.

“You did well, sub. I’m so proud of you. Are you going to forget who owns this pussy again?”

“No, sir. Never,” I whispered as I heard the sound of a zipper. I could hear Colin moving around, getting out of his jeans. Then his erection pressed into the split of my ass.

“That’s right, sugar. You belong to me, always and forever.” He positioned himself at my opening. “It’s nice seeing my name across your ass.” He traced over the still-burning letters that obscured the usually white flesh.

“Always,” I moaned as he pushed painfully slowly into my body. His fingers wrapped around my hips. I gasped at the friction of our bodies rubbing against each other as he buried his dick in me.





Paige Matthews resides in Western Connecticut with her husband, two children, and dog. When she is not balancing work, school, and family, she can be found writing her next sexy smut or reading some. A lover of literature and an avid hockey fan, she is usually glued to the TV watching the Rangers or writing about sexy dominant players. She enjoys relaxing with some rock music and an adult beverage! You can keep up with her ramblings at www.paigematthews.com.







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Friday, June 5, 2015

@DannikaDark #TwoMinutes, #CoverReveal, #SevenSeries



Two Minutes
(The Seven Series, #6)
by Dannika Dark

Blurb: 

After years of living abroad, Maizy returns home to the only family she’s ever known—a
pack of wolves. When she confronts her childhood watchdog to see where they stand, his 
resentment leaves her uncertain about where she really belongs.

Behind Denver’s charming smile is a tragic past—one that’s made his wolf savage and 
unpredictable. Only Maizy has been able to tame that darkness, and when they’re reunited after many years apart, he no longer sees a child he once protected. She’s captivating and intelligent—a woman with the world at her fingertips and two suitors offering more than he ever could.

Torn between two worlds, Maizy must choose how her fairy tale ends. Tragedy, murder, passion, and imprisonment all collide with a heart-stopping twist.

Destiny will find you.




Release Date:
August 18, 2015

Available for pre-order at 

   



The Seven Series




About the Author


This is the segment where you learn a little more about who I am, so here's what I can tell you:  I drink copious amounts of vitamin water placed precariously close to my laptop while writing. These are two healthy habits I have no intention of breaking. I'm a transplant living in the south, but I was born in the 70's to a military dad who moved us around the world.

When I'm not writing (which is all the time), I'm hunting down Indie music, watching movies, reading, eating Tex-Mex, discovering new ways to humiliate myself bowling, and burning up my laptop battery on the Internet. I have a relaxed, easy-going personality and don't like drama. I live with a cat who thinks she is a dog, or a goat (she eats plastic, so I'm not sure which).

Throughout my life, I've had insomnia. Counting sheep never worked and eventually I would imagine those sheep were the sole source of food after an apocalyptic battle where only thousands survived. I made up stories in a futile attempt to bore myself to sleep. The problem was, I got so wrapped up in my "head stories" that I would continue them through the following nights, changing it up each time to make it more exciting. Eventually, I started writing my ideas down - creating short stories, and then I discovered my love for poetry.

It's almost embarrassing how many spiral notebooks and stacks of paper I have of poetry and lyrics.

Another passion: digital art. I design all my book covers, marketing, and series art. I'm a very visual person and pursued photography as an avid hobby for many years.

I am not a YA author (I feel like I have to state this only because I've had a few people ask), but I think it's wonderful there are so many books available to teens in Urban Fantasy and Paranormal.

I am finally doing what I have always wanted to do: giving my characters a pulse through writing full time. I focus on adult urban fantasy romance, but I don't like labels and I enjoy blending genres to break out of the confines of predictability.

But it's what I love to do.

Danni

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