Cross Crease by Elizabeth Hartey

Cross Crease
Elizabeth Hartey
(On the Edge, #3)
Published by: Limitless Publishing
Publication date: August 20th 2019
Genres: Adult, New Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Sports

Heaven

I was fourteen the first time I laid eyes on the smoking hot, silver-eyed, goalie. Damon Wolfe was the most gorgeous boy I’d ever seen. All it took was one glance, one sentence and my heart was his. But I was too young and he was too broken.

Seven years later, he’s the biggest off the ice player in the NHL and I’m his virginal best friend.

Of course, I have the perfect solution to that particular problem, but Damon keeps on refusing to be the one to vanquish my chastity. He claims he doesn’t want to ruin our friendship, that he’s not good enough for me. Yet, somehow his eyes say something different whenever he looks at me.

Just one night, that’s all I’m asking.

What’s the worst that can happen?

Wolfe

I was mesmerized by Heaven Andersen the first time I looked into her sparkling turquoise eyes. She was a teenage kid with a mouth full of braces and bruised knees, but she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen—like a fairy-tale princess. With one look, she sent all my inner demons running. But she was just a kid and I was too damaged.

Seven years later, she’s my best friend. My best friend with a single-minded mission—to get laid.

She wants me to take her virginity and teach her about sex. But she’s an off-limits, flawless diamond girl, and so far out of the realm of anything my blackened heart is looking for or deserves it’s laughable.

So, how come I’m not laughing? How come my best friend is the first thing I think about in the morning and last thing I think about at night? More importantly, what am I going to do to protect her—from me?

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EXCERPT:

Slamming my book closed, I heave out another huge, exasperated sigh. Ever since our first meeting four years ago, we have this unknowingly-provocative-on-Wolfe’s-part-game we play exchanging cornball pick-up lines. After Wolfe playfully teased me with one the first time I met him, I decided I wasn’t going to stand there like some star-struck little fangirl when he taunted me. So, I honed my cheese whiz pick-up line skills and gave them right back to him.

“Hey, D! Guess what I’m wearing?” I quip, standing up on the blanket as he walks toward me. His wry grin morphs to a wide-eyed, shocked expression before it’s quickly replaced by his usual indifferent smug look.

“W…what are you wearing?”

“The smile you gave me.” I hold my arms out in a ta-da position as I deliver the corny line.

“Holy shit, Pip. When did you grow tits?” He smirks while shoving his board into an upright position in the sand

“Right about the time you were away at school learning to be an even bigger ass.” I tilt my head and smirk right back at him.

“Real nice. You kiss your mother with that mouth?” He pulls the elastic from around his man bun and flops down on his back on the blanket next to me, stretching his arms over his head. His chest muscles ripple causing my heart muscle to undulate like a series of corduroy ocean swells. I clench my gaping mouth closed and swallow the gasp I refuse to let him hear.

Ugh. The present man candy dominating my panorama is too much. As I lay on my side on the blanket facing Wolfe, my hip pressing into the soft sand, my thoughts drift to him. My body temperature soars, not from the blazing sun or the warm baked sand, and not even from the steamy sex scene I was reading. It’s the red-hot images smoldering through my mind—all the things I’d like to be doing with him, which have me panting.

Author Bio:

As a lover of the northeast US, my husband and I moved to the Poconos several years ago to open a Chiropractic Clinic. Four children and a menagerie of animals later, I have finally found time to fulfill my lifelong dream of writing novels. A dreamer at heart, romance is---of course---the genre I spend most of my time writing and reading into the wee hours of the morning. However, if it's a good book, any genre can keep me immersed in the story for hours.

When I'm not juggling work responsibilities and writing, I enjoy baking, knitting, traveling, hiking the beautiful hills and woods around my home and spending time with my family.

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Beauregard and the Beast by Evie Drae

Beauregard and the Beast
Evie Drae
Published by: Dreamspinner Press
Publication date: August 20th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, LGBTQ+, Romance

His greatest prize can’t be won in the octagon.

Champion MMA fighter Adam Littrell needs no distractions as he prepares for the fight that will determine whether he retires. But when he opens the door of his swanky Las Vegas home to his new personal assistant, Bo Wilkins, staying focused becomes a struggle.

Aware of Adam’s surly reputation, Bo doesn’t expect to like his new employer, let alone fall for him. But Bo is pleasantly surprised when a shared love of books leads them to study for their GEDs together and plan for a life after their current careers. Adam won’t be able to fight forever, and Bo wants a relationship on equal footing.

But just as their relationship is getting off the ground, the sister Bo raised needs his help, and he drops everything. With Adam’s final match looming and Bo in a different city, reuniting will be the real challenge.

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EXCERPT:

Adam scrubbed both hands over his face and stifled a groan. He glanced at Bo, who sat on the floor opposite him at the stone coffee table, frowning at the workbooks spread before him. His pencil tapped in an irritated rhythm against the pages.

Everything about Bo’s concentration and drive to succeed during this grueling cram session drove Adam to the brink of insanity. Not out of jealousy, even though his own abilities paled in comparison to Bo’s, but because his passion, resilience, and dedication were so goddamn sexy.

Over the past month, Bo had blossomed under the stress that weighed Adam down. His excitement was palpable. It lit up the room and lifted Adam’s spirits unlike anything else. Anytime he wanted to give up, one look at Bo would ease his frustrations and remind him why he’d committed to this in the first place.

Because it meant the world to Bo.

“You feeling as fried as I am?”

Bo’s frown deepened into a scowl. He dropped his pencil and met Adam’s stare. “Who cares how much Jack spent on his new car? And why does it matter that it was $2,400 less than five times the $5,000 selling price of his old one? What benefit does the ability to figure this out provide for my future?”

Chuckling, Adam tucked his thumb under the cover of his book and flipped it closed. Getting his GED might be a dream come true for Bo, but that didn’t mean he was immune to the stress. He just handled it better than Adam because it came with a prize at the end. One that meant much more to Bo.

“I’m sure they’d say all this ‘knowledge’ adds to our critical thinking skills or some shit like that.”

“I don’t think my critical thinking skills have any more room to grow. I’m at capacity.” Bo moaned and let his forehead drop to the table. “I’m too old to learn high school math. My brain doesn’t work that way anymore.”

The mutual teasing about the gap in their age hadn’t let up with time. In fact, as they grew more comfortable together, the razzing only increased. There was no doubt Bo’s remark had been meant as a proverbial jab to his elderly ribs.

Adam stretched his leg under the table and gave Bo’s bent knee a shove with his foot. “Watch it with the ‘too old’ comments, pipsqueak. How do you think I feel? At least you’ve been helping Lulu with her homework all these years. Keeping your exposure level up. The last time I gave any of this shit a second thought, you were still in diapers.”

“I was not.” Bo’s head whipped up and his eyes flashed with mock indignation. “Are you trying to say I was still wetting my pants at six years old?”

A bark of laughter rose up Adam’s throat. “Your addition’s a little off there, Einstein. By your calculations, I was taking freshman math at nineteen.”

“Nuh-uh. You would’ve been fourteen or fifteen. Which means I would’ve been….” Bo tapped his pencil against the thick black upper frame of his browline glasses. His head tilted as his clearly overmathed brain struggled to work out the simple equation.

“If I was fifteen, you would’ve been at the terrible-two stage. As stubborn as you are, I bet your folks knew better than to try and potty train you early. So, yes, my guess is you were definitely still pissing your pants the last time I did high school algebra.”

Bo’s jaw sagged. His mouth opened and closed a few times as his brows drew together. “Jeez. You really are old.”

Before Adam could retort with an exaggerated show of offense, Bo shot him one of his patented belly-twisting, heart-stopping grins. Adam huffed out a calming breath to get himself under control before returning the smile. “Whataya say we call it quits a bit early tonight? We’re a month into this miserable shit. Halfway done. I’d say that calls for a celebration.”

“A celebration?” Bo squinted his eyes. “I need more information before I agree to anything. You’re a man who can’t be trusted with surprises.”

Adam let his wrist go limp before pointing to his chest. He popped his brows and drew back his chin in faux shock. “Who, me?”

“Yes, you.” Bo glowered. “If you aren’t ruining my beautiful new clothes with sticky fake blood, you’re assaulting my ears with crappy music, or landing me on the wrong side of a grumpy bouncer. My tailbone is still bruised from that behemoth throwing me out on my backside.”

Guilt pinched Adam’s stomach. He hadn’t meant for Bo to get tossed out of his favorite club the previous weekend. He was so used to waltzing through the entrance of 1 OAK at the Mirage unchecked—the velvet rope lifted and his path cleared without question—that he hadn’t considered his tagalong would warrant different treatment.

“Okay, okay, fine.” Adam harrumphed. “No surprises. How about plain old dinner? We could hit up Giada for old time’s sake.”

Bo slammed his workbook shut and smirked. “I’m game, but only if there’s no fake blood in my immediate future.”

Adam held up his trusty three-finger Boy Scout salute. “On my honor.”

“I should get my head examined for trusting a curmudgeon like you not to tell a lie.” Rolling his eyes, Bo rose to his feet. “Come on, old man. Let’s get some food.”

Author Bio:

Evie Drae has won first place in seven Romance Writers of America® competitions and is a double finalist in the 2019 Golden Heart®. She landed her literary agent Eva Scalzo from Speilburg Literary following a dual win in the 2018 RWA® Heart to Heart.

She loves encouraging her fellow writers and started the #writeLGBTQ and #promoLGBTQ hashtags on Twitter to support LGBTQ+ authors and allies. She is married to the love of her life, is the mother of three fur babies, and runs almost entirely on coffee and good vibes.

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Dreams of a Fierce Heart by Danube Adele

Dreams
of a Fierce Heart

Dreamwalkers

Book Four

Danube Adele

            

Genre:
Paranormal/Contemporary/Sci-fi Romance

Publisher:
Danube Adele Publishing

Date of
Publication: 9/9/2019

ISBN:
9781733191609

Number of pages:
470

Word Count: 132,
843

         

Cover Artist:
Evernightdesign – Elle Rossi

Tagline: She’ll
do anything to redeem her honor, including putting herself in enemy hands;
he’ll do anything to stop her

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Description:

Fearless.

Some have called
me impulsive, and maybe I was, much to my own detriment … at seventeen.

A social pariah
in my own nation after being found in a fatally compromising position, I tucked
tail and ran to Earth for study, work, and to heal my wounded heart. It took
seven years for the opportunity at redemption, to earn my way back home, but it
means infiltrating dangerous enemy territory. If the Brausa catch me, I might
wish for a quick death.

My goals? I have
two of them. Save my childhood friend, our Sunan leader’s last surviving
daughter, and, get away from Nick Dylant. His deathbed promise to my older
brother has him bulldozing into my life, making demands regarding my safety.
He’s even found a way to force a marriage using some obscure, arcane law of old
in order to protect me, but if he thinks he can force his will on me, he can
think again. There is no way he’s going to control who I am or what I do in
this world. 

I don’t need his
or anyone’s permission to steal away in the middle of the night with a
disguise, a rough map, and an even rougher plan of action, because one thing is
for certain: I refuse to join with anyone who sees me as a duty, not when I’ve
loved Nick since I was a child. Not when I dream about his kisses and crave his
touch.

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the Author:

Danube Adele wrote her first
romance at the age of seven when she penned the story of her dogs falling in
love and having puppies. She’s been dreaming up romantic tales ever since. A
lifetime resident of southern California, she spends time playing at the beach,
camping in Joshua Tree National Park, and hiking Mammoth Mountain. Always a
lover of adventure, she and her husband took their sons on a cross country road
trip to Florida and back in an old VW Westfalia, that had no A/C, in the month
of July, and still, it continues to be the best trip they ever took. Extensive
travel and trying new things has kept the creative spark alive. Danube lives
with her biggest fans, her loving husband, amazing and wonderful identical twin
sons, and a teddy bear of a Rottweiler.

You can find other books in the
Dreamwalker series, Quicksilver Dreams #1, Dark Summer Dreams #2, Dreams of a
Wild Heart #3, at www.danubeadele.com

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A Roman Death by Joan O'Hagan

Historical Thriller

Publisher: Black Quill Press

Skullduggery and scheming in Ancient Rome on the eve of Caesar's assassination.

Historical thriller set in Ancient Rome. In 45 BC, Julius Caesar is at the height of his power. Lucius Scaurus, the young, good-looking fiancé of a high-society girl is poisoned at the couple's own pre-wedding banquet. In the trial that follows, Roman society is shocked when the girl's mother, Helvia, is accused of not only of murder, but of incest. Cicero comes to Helvia's defence, but the killer's identity remains a mystery until the final twist – or two.

Praise for A Roman Death:

‘Poison, poetry (both high-minded and salacious), marriage for money, marriage for love, gang-rape, cowardice in battle, scheming slaves, conniving aristocrats, malicious matrons casting magical curses, and (as if all this were not enough) a previously unknown oration by Cicero - there's so much going on, so expertly conveyed ...’ —  Steven Saylor

‘An absorbing story, with fully drawn characters, a fascinating place and period, all given vibrant life in the author’s best work so far.’ — Kirkus Review

‘An original setting, carefully researched and vividly portrayed.’ — The Times Literary Supplement

‘Religious beliefs and superstition in the ancient world play a key part in Joan O’Hagan’s novel about mayhem in Rome … The identity of the killer, in this excellent classical puzzle that is also a classic whodunit, is revealed in a splendidly contrived shock ending.’ — Gerald Kaufman, The Listener

‘Who put the poison in Lucius’s wine, what truth in the scabrous accusations? Cicero for the defence; an unusual treat, don’t miss it.’ — Christopher Wordsworth, The Observer

‘The contexts are all smartly timed … beware of wicked terminal twists.’ — Stephen Walsh, The Oxford Times

‘In this novel, excellent as a mystery and as a reconstruction of the life of upper-class Rome in 45–44 BC, O’Hagan tells a story of murder, magic, love, greed and intrigue, the plot of which could have come right out of an oration of Cicero.’ — Fred Mench, Fictional Rome: Authors & Reviews.

Excerpt

A ROMAN DEATH - Excerpt: pp 184-7

‘Oh judges, I tell you that this woman — intelligent, wilful and passionate — is far from being the conventional and trustworthy Roman matron she appears to the world. I have already underlined her implacable opposition to her husband’s wishes. Not for her to conform, oh no! Nor in other ways does she conform. Not for Helvia the devotion to her household gods, not for her the religious observance that is the duty of women and the strength of our society. I regret to tell you, gentlemen, that Helvia is a devotee of that Egyptian goddess, that Isis, whose worship has so many times been banned from our city — was forbidden, indeed, as recently as four years ago.’

The advocate paused, glancing at the judges, singling out L. Aemilius Paullus in particular. ‘You will remember how one of your numbers, when Consul, once tore off his toga and drove an axe through the temple doors to set an example to the workmen who had been told to demolish the Iseum. Anyone will applaud such an example, who is a true Roman and faithful to the gods who protect our state.’

The speaker could ignore the waves of muted protest rising from angry spectators now, so many of whom were humble folk. None of the judges, all coming from that comfortably enshrined noble or knightly class, upheld such worship. All the same, he was on delicate ground. Caesar was in power and Caesar had reinstated Isis.

‘Imported worship which deals not in solemn rites owed to traditional gods, but in mysteries and frenzies and incited enthusiasms,’ rumbled the advocate ominously. ‘Why would a lady of Helvia’s class and background have recourse to such practices?

‘I do not ask you what can happen in the temple of linenclad Isis, gentlemen,’ he went on ironically. ‘I do not care to ask you — nor, judges, would you particularly wish to know. But we do know that in other towns the shrines of that goddess are generally not too far from the brothels, and we are content to remain in ignorance of those who give their devotion to bulls and monkeys and reptiles and birds of all sorts, and,’ Messalla paused delicately, his face a study in lofty distaste, ‘those who are said to indulge in practices erotic or magical …

‘Helvia’s resort to Isis worship, to magic, is alien to women of her status. Who can trust a woman who covertly enlists the forces of darkness and evil? She who does so is clearly capable of any deed. But this is not all …’

Messalla paused again.

‘As we all know, the great bulwark of our community, its whole strength, is the family, by reason of its natural and human ties. As we all know, the greatest merit of all from the family is this union of man and woman for the procreation of children.

‘I do not argue that Helvia was not a devoted mother.’ Another pause. Messalla looked round for absolute quiet now and waited until he got it. ‘I do not argue that, iudices. I argue only that Helvia was, as well, too devoted a sister. This woman, married to the honest Fufidius for almost twenty years now, since she was fifteen years old, has for long had a most delightful relationship with her brother. With her brother Cinna, the poet, who is now also Tribune. I regret, however, that it is a most unnatural relationship, as well. I speak, gentlemen, of an incestuous relationship.’

A long collective sigh rose from the audience. This was better than any theatre. Helvia sat as if turned to stone, her mature beauty etched in the band of light that fell on the bench. Aghast, Fufidius rose to his feet, but was motioned down by Cicero.

‘This relationship may have been suspected by a few, but it was well hidden by the incestuous pair. As you know, slaves cannot testify against their masters except in one instance — in a case of incest...

About the Author

Joan O'Hagan's other books include Incline and Fall (Angus & Robertson), Death and a Madonna (Macmillan), Against the Grain (Macmillan) and Jerome & His Women (Black Quill Press).

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The Red Carpet at Cannes by Duane Byrge

THE RED CARPET AT CANNES 

by Duane Byrge

* Mystery *

Title: THE RED CARPET AT CANNES

Author: Duane Byrge

Publisher: Independent

Pages: 235

Genre: Mystery

Veteran film critic Duane Byrge takes readers on a behind-the-scenes
thrill ride at the legendary Cannes Film Festival in his new mystery, THE RED CARPET AT CANNES.




A longtime movie writer and editor for the Hollywood Reporter, Byrge
turns to the thriller genre to tell the tale of Ryan Hackbart, who, like
Byrge, covers the Cannes Film Festival for the fictional Hollywood
Times.




Hackbart finds himself in the middle of a Hitchcock-style mystery as
he becomes the prime suspect in the murder of the lead actress of the
festival’s opening-night film. Interrogated but released, his passport
is confiscated, and he is hounded by the world media. He must solve the
murder before the culprit kills him or the police arrest him.




Aided by his female companion, Delisha, Ryan’s investigation thrusts
Hackbart into the underbelly of the most glamorous film festival in the
world and opens his eyes to what lies underneath the glitz and glamour.




After a long, successful career as a film journalist, Byrge decided to change to the novel format to tell his story.




“You can reveal truths within a novel that you can’t convey with the
‘facts’ of a news story,” Byrge explains. “It allows me to flesh out the
full story of the events I have covered.”




THE RED CARPET AT CANNES will please mystery fans and film
buffs alike. It’s a five-star travelogue straight into a celebrity
universe of dazzling parties, high-end cuisine, superstar celebrities,
high fashion, and movie-world politics.

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Ryan wrapped his arms around
Delisha's shoulders. At the gold-handled door of their Carlton Hotel suite, he
snapped in the entry card.  He pushed the
door open, and Delisha turned, facing him. As the evening breeze snuggled in
across the room, Ryan saw that the windows
had been left open.   The curtains
fluttered, and he could see the brightly lit yachts.  A grand eruption  of pinks, blues,  silvers, and greens sparkled across the sky.
The kaleidoscope of colors exploded as the fireworks shimmered down, and formed
an aurora  of magical brilliance. Ryan
envisioned Cary  Grant and Grace Kelly
in  To Catch  a Thief at her door at the Carlton.  In  that incandescent flash of his mind's eye,
that gloriously  romantic movie moment
was no  longer an unattainable reflection
for Ryan. Through the crazed magic of the Cannes  Film Festival,
Ryan and Delisha had morphed into the forms of Cary Grant and Grace Kelly.  Ryan's all-time favorite movie moment from To
Catch  a Thief  had entered into the frame of his  own life – he in his black tux, and she in
her light blue gown.

 

Duane Byrge has written for
The Hollywood Reporter for more than 20 years. Starting out as a secretary for
the entertainment industry newspaper while he was a graduate student at the University of Southern
California,
Byrge rose to serve in various capacities, including news editor and senior
film critic. He serves as a consultant to the Chicago International Film
Festival, where he brought Halle Berry to Chicago in 2001 for a career tribute.

A Wisconsin
native, Byrge holds a Ph.D. in Communications, with an emphasis in Cinema, from
the University of Southern
California,
where he has served as a lecturer. His Ph.D. dissertation was the basis for the
book, “The Screwball Comedy Films,” which he co-authored. The book was
re-released in hardcover in 1991 by McFarland Publishing and re-released in
paperback in 2001 as part of the publication’s Classic Series.

Currently an assistant
professor of Mass Communications at Virginia
State University, Byrge teaches journalism, motion picture history and
appreciation, and mass communications. He is working on a book on movie
producers, “Before the Shooting Begins,” which will be published by the University of California, Berkeley Press.

Website: www.duanebyrge.com

 

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The Secrets of Hawthorne House by Donald Firesmith

The
Secrets of Hawthorne House

by
Donald Firesmith

Genre:
Teen Paranormal Mystery

Matt's
life changes forever when a family of druids moves into the
dilapidated Victorian mansion next door. The story of an unlikely
friendship, the clash of two completely different cultures, secret
magic, and a search for the lost Hawthorne treasure.

Fifteen-year-old
Matt Mitchell was having the worst summer imaginable. Matt’s misery
started when a drunk driver killed his mother. Then his father moved
him and his twin sister to the small town of Hawthorne in rural
Indiana, as far as his grieving father could take from the ocean that
Matt's mother had loved. At the new high school, three bullies are
determined to make Matt miserable. And to top it off, Matt learns
that the recluse who lives in the 'haunted house" next door is
none other than Old Lady Hawthorne, the town’s infamous witch and
murderer. Matt’s terrible summer is turning into an awful autumn
when something quite unexpected happens. Old Lady Hawthorne’s niece
and her three children arrive, and Matt meets Gerallt.

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A
geek by day, Donald Firesmith works as a system and software engineer
helping the US Government acquire large, complex software-intensive
systems. In this guise, he has authored seven technical books,
written numerous software- and system-related articles and papers,
and spoken at more conferences than he can possibly remember. He's
also proud to have been named a Distinguished Engineer by the
Association of Computing Machinery, although his pride is tempered
somewhat by his fear that the term "distinguished" makes
him sound like a graybeard academic rather than an active engineer
whose beard is still slightly more red than gray.

By
night and on weekends, his alter ego writes modern paranormal
fantasy, apocalyptic science fiction, action and adventure novels and
relaxes by handcrafting magic wands from various magical woods and
mystical gemstones. His first foray into fiction is the book Magical
Wands: A Cornucopia of Wand Lore written under the pen name Wolfrick
Ignatius Feuerschmied. He lives in Crafton, Pennsylvania with his
wife Becky, and his son Dane, and varying numbers of dogs, cats, and
birds.

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Like a Demon Series by Roxanne Rue

The
Strange Case of Rebecca Prosper

Like
a Demon Series Book 1

by
Roxanne Rue

Genre:
Paranormal Romance 

Galatea
is beautiful, intelligent, and more than most men can handle. She's
also the best PI in New Orleans. When she and her brother take on a
strange case of a woman's death they quickly discover much more than
they bargained for.

Enter
Cee. Handsome, rich, and mysterious. His arrival brings passion and
excitement to her life. He also introduces her to a supernatural
world that she might not be ready for.

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ready for a sexy thriller unlike anything you've ever experienced.
Enter the Strange Case of Rebecca Prosper, the first book in Roxanne
Rue's Like a Demon series and enter a world of mystery, intrigue, and
unimaginable passion.

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a Demon Series Book 2

Galatea
and Cy Aurele are neck deep in trouble. When Cy becomes intertwined
with the mysterious Cervantes, Galatea must find a way to save him
without losing herself.

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Two of the Like a Demon Series enters even deeper into a world of sex
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forces they don't understand and passions they have no hope of
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Born somewhere
between the thin sheets of the darkness and the light, Roxanne Rue
fosters her ideas from the darkest dreams of her imagination.

Like a Demon is her
first dive into the erotica world and she intends on making a big
splash with her vivid characters and vast imagination

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