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♡ Belladonna’s Heart ♡




♡ Belladonna’s Heart ♡
A One of the Boys Novel by Teresa Crumpton
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The soul of every restaurant is the kitchen, but at Belladonna, the heart is the front of the house.

Nessa and Adam have long reigned as the most-envied and most-aspired-to couple at Belladonna. And as warm and welcoming as they’ve made the restaurant experience for its customers, the queen and king of the front of the house want nothing more than to add a little patron of their own to nurture, as well.

When the long-deferred dream of having a child becomes the number one priority for the host and hostess with the mostest, Adam and Nessa must face the fact that putting their careers before family for so long might mean it’s too late for the one dream they still haven’t achieved.

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C.G. Blaine’s Never Again

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When Emilia Evans told Hudson she never wanted to see him again, she thought never would last more than two years. Now he’s everywhere, determined to win her back. The more he reminds her of everything they once shared, the more she needs to hold on to the reason it all fell apart. Because Hudson St. James is a liar, and if she lets him, he’ll destroy her all over again.

Hudson screwed up when he let Emilia walk out of his life without fighting for her, and he refuses to make the same mistake again. He never lied. Never betrayed her. But since he can’t prove it, he’ll have to find another way to rebuild what they lost—even though he has no idea what really ruined them in the first place.

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So this strange thing happens after high school. The memories, the students—they freeze in time. No matter how many years pass, it feels like it happened yesterday, and the people stay their teenage selves in your mind. Even if they develop rippling muscles and scruff on their jaw, beneath it all they’re the same asshole who weaseled their way into your life just to steal your scholarship and drop right back out like it never happened. At least, that’s the person I see when I swing open my door to Hudson St. James. It’s been over two and a half years since I told him I never wanted to see him again and left him standing on an empty graduation stage. And now he’s darkening my dorm room doorway. I’d stand and stare in shock if not for the two hundred pounds of dude that barrels in, desperate to reach my roommate on the other side of the room. Anika’s new boyfriend tackles her on her bed, growling and making her squeal while I regain my balance, eyes still locked with Hudson’s on the other side of the threshold. He looks far less surprised to see me than I do him. As unshakeable as ever. It irritates me, so when he opens his mouth to speak, I slam the door in his face. “What the hell, Emilia?” Anika crawls out from under her boyfriend and gives me her not in front of Luke look, which she’s perfected in the two weeks they’ve been dating. I hold up my hands in surrender and back away as she rushes to let Hudson in. Ready to make an escape, I grab my bag off the floor, but when I turn around, she’s waiting for me. So is he, his dark eyes set on me the way they used to be every time I entered a room. Except now, instead of sending my heart bouncing around in my chest, the attention makes me itchy. “Emilia,” Anika says, clinging to my ex’s arm, “this is Luke’s friend Hudson.” He lowers his head and looks up at me through thick black lashes. “Hey.” A Hudson St. James specialty: the sexy gaze and raspy voice. Screw itchy, I’ve practically broken out in a rash being this close to him. Since it’s unclear if he’s acknowledging we know each other, I give a noncommittal nod on my way around him. The urge to scratch his presence off my skin remains until I round the corner to the stairwell. The common area downstairs is empty per usual. Most people opt to hang out anywhere other than a musty basement last updated before they were born. I, however, enjoy the solitude and have claimed it as mine. Dropping onto the couch, I cover my face with a pillow and breathe in the combination of stale smells on the fabric. Once I’ve rid my nose of his cologne, I pull out my laptop to watch a film for psych. I slip in my earbuds, determined not to let his sudden reappearance in my life affect me. It works until twenty minutes in when a shadow casts over me. I glance up to see all six foot three of him in front of me, blocking the light fixture hanging from the ceiling. We stare at each other while Beethoven plays in my ears and Richard Gere directs a symphony on the screen between us. We’d gone to school together more than three years before we ever said a word to each other. Back then, I was quiet, shy and inconsequential. I was biding my time, working my ass off to earn our town’s coveted Everything Scholarship. Funded by an anonymous donor, it pays out exactly as promised to one senior every year. A student’s grades, extracurricular activities, volunteer work, and even driving record are taken into account, and once awarded, the scholarship covers tuition, books, living expenses—everything—for as long as the awardee continues their education. I had it locked down. Until Hudson and his broody lips and expressive stare. Yanking out my earbuds, I cut off Mr. Jones when I close my laptop. I slide the computer back into my bag and stand, once again preparing to flee. The space already fills with him. The air warmer from the addition of his body heat, the mint in his gum assaulting me. Hudson stays in place, not leaving me much room, but I maneuver around him without physical contact. I make it to the door before he says, “Emmy.” It all floods back. Months’ worth of taps on my bedroom window and lying in the grass in the dark and sweet moments on either side of the bell. Every word he spoke, whispered, and promised. And how he broke them all along with my trust and every part of my heart I’d stupidly let him infiltrate. I force myself forward, not looking back at him. Down the short hallway and up the cement stairwell with gritty black strips on each step for added traction, his footsteps scrape behind me, following but not chasing. He never chases, never needs to.

C.G. Blaine writes contemporary romance and new adult novels. At one time, she was cool. Now she lives in the middle of nowhere with her husband and plays pillow to a forever-hangry, blind cat. She’s terrible at texting back, and if she’s overly nice to you, chances are she’s not a fan.

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The Ruthless Knight by Jeana E. Mann



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She stole my wallet, my car, and my favorite oil painting. I never expected her to steal my heart.

This complicated, beautiful, annoying woman doesn’t know that I’m a thief too. Only, I don’t steal things. I steal secrets and sometimes people. And her name is next on my list.

The problem? I admire her. Like her. Love her. So many wasted feelings because we aren’t meant to be. Years ago, I sold my soul and body to the devil. Now, my back is against the wall. If I want to save my precious niece from death, I’ll have to turn my sexy little thief over to my enemy.

She captivates me. Soothes me. Makes my life a living hell. And I love every minute of it.

But I have no choice. I will be ruthless.

And she will ruin me.

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The Sublime Series by Julia Wolf

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“Rachel?”

Joe Silver looked directly at me for the first time in over a decade, astonishment written all over his older, more chiseled face.

“Hi, Joe.” My voice wavered slightly. More than slightly. The two words I said came out sounding like they had eight syllables each.

God, he was tall. When I knew him, he’d been lanky, but now, in his thirties, he’d filled out in all the right places. For just a moment, I let myself take him in. His dark hair was freshly cut, giving him an almost boyish look. But he was no boy. His face was a contrast of sharp angles and soft places. His wide mouth was plush, and his grey-blue eyes were still so easy to fall into.

He was stunning.

I was stunned.

I scanned up and down the sidewalk for Frannie, but that rat must have already scurried to her car. She was in big trouble for putting me in this situation.

Joe stepped forward, his familiar eyes roaming my face. Then he blasted me with a wide smile, making my knees weak from the sheer force of it.

“Rachel,” he repeated, this time a statement instead of a question.

He laughed, and before I knew what was happening, he threw his tattooed arms around me. Moving of their own volition, my arms circled his narrow waist and I laid my head on his chest. I had no earthly explanation for my actions. Sure, he was my teenage crush, but this man was a stranger to me now, and I was basically snuggling with him.

We stood like that for a few seconds—not nearly long enough—before I pulled back, feeling untethered and tongue-tied. He ran his hand through his hair. “I can’t believe you’re here, just standing on the sidewalk.”

I glanced in the direction Frannie had gone. “I was hiking with my friend. I…I’m heading home now.” I nodded as though I agreed with what I was saying. My body screamed, No, what are you doing? Why are you trying to leave this beautiful man? But my heart yelled, Run, Rachel, get out while I’m still mostly intact!

He touched my arm. “Hey, wait. You’re really leaving?”

I tried my hardest to act indifferent, my battered heart having won the fight today. “It was so great seeing you!” I sounded a hell of a lot more cheerful than I felt. “Maybe we’ll run into each other around town again.”

I didn’t think of myself as a coward—not until that moment. When I took off down the hill at full speed, away from Joe, away from my salon, and far, far away from the house I’d always dreamed of, I wasn’t proud. I was good at sticking things out even when I shouldn’t, good at making things work even when they were beyond repair, but today, I had taken the easy way out and made a run for it to spare my heart from any more bruises.

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As a little girl, I watched my mom read her Harlequin romance novels and always wondered what was so fascinating about them. When I grew up and finally read my first romance, my first reaction was “Oh!” followed by a “Ooooooh!”. A romance reader was born! And now I create my own love stories. I like taking the everyday and injecting a whole lot of swoon into it. Who doesn’t want that? Most of my books take place in and around Baltimore. It’s what i know, and it’s an area I love. I like to mix in a little bit of big city with my small town. When I’m not writing, I’m momming my three crazy, beautiful kids. Although according to them, I’m always writing!
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Hate You Not by Ella James




Title: Hate You Not
Author: Ella James
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 12, 2020



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I didn’t know I was that person. You know—the one who gets the kids. But that’s what the will said. June Lawler: Legal Guardian.
My niece and nephew are 6 and 9, and all they’ve ever known is San Francisco. I arrive the day after the wreck, pack up my sister’s mansion, and fly them back to Georgia.
The small-town farm where their mom and I grew up isn’t what it once was, but it’s home. That’s all they really need.

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I was courting an investor when it happened. Tromped all up and down the Himalayas, and he didn’t even buy in. It was a week before I found out what I’d lost. My little brother meant the world to me. Now even his kids are gone.
Spirited away to Heat Springs, Georgia—population 298.
They’re living on a farm that’s half a breath from bank foreclosure with a 26-year-old who didn’t finish high school. Nowhereville is not the place for little Mastersons. But I’ll get them back. It’s the money she must want, and I’ve got lots of that.
“June Bug” Lawler is poorer than that red dirt she comes from. I can make her dreams come true—and do one last thing for my brother.

I hate him.
She makes me crazy.
He thinks he can buy me off! I’ve never met a man so arrogant.
There’s no woman anywhere more stubborn.
I wish I had never met him.

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Ella James is the USA Today and Amazon Top 10 bestselling author of more than twenty novels. She writes emotional, hard-won love stories with steam, suspense, and Kindle-throwing twists. She lives in Colorado with her husband, three young children, and hyperactive dog.

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Carmine by Kristy Gibs

No strangers. No booze. No trouble.

After finding out the family was under investigation, all eyes were on my not so good ways.For the family’s sake, I laid low, drank less, and avoided trouble. At least until trouble crashed into my life, spilling a full tray of drinks on my expensive suit, and stirring my heart alive. 

Isabella was my stranger, my trouble, my addiction. Her eyes captivated me from the very first moment. They stripped me of power, money, and mafia, and only saw a man. She didn’t fear me, or the things I could do to her, but it was like we knew each other from somewhere. Little did I know, Isabella had been studying me long before she walked into the club. She had hours upon hours of learning about my family—about me.

The girl with the familiar eyes was an undercover cop, looking to take my family down. Now, my family is on me for welcoming her into my world. Yet I’m still blinded by my love for her, and the secrets her family left behind.

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟗, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎!! 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐖!!

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My name is Kristy Gibs and I live in New Jersey with my husband and 3 kids. I spend my days crunching numbers and creating budgets and my nights typing away vigorously on my computer. I have been writing since I was in highschool with a dream to someday publish. It wasn’t until I was introduced to Amazon and their self-publishing, that I was able to make my dream a reality. When I am not working, writing, or running all of NJ with my kids you can find me curled up on the couch with my kindle in one hand a glass of wine in another and getting lost in whatever new book I found. I am a hopeless romantic so most, if not all, of my current books and WIPs have a HEA.

My first book Broken Angel, was released in October 2016! Since Broken Angel I have released two additional books, Broken Angel: Wes, which is Broken Angel from hero Wes’ POV and The Moretti Brothers: Santino which is book 1 of the Moretti Family Series.

I am ecstatic to announce the release of book 2, The Moretti Brothers:Carmine. This book has taken me over two years to complete and I am absolutely in love with it. 

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𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘹, 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘚𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦,𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯… 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

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𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳, 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥.

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EXCERPT

“𝙾𝚑, 𝚖𝚢 𝙶𝚘𝚍! 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚜𝚒𝚛.” 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢, 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚙 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔.

“𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚜 …?” 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍; 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎. 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜—𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.

“𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚜𝚒𝚛.” 𝙸𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎.

𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙. “𝙼𝚜. 𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚘.”

𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. “𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎,” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢.”

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𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘢ï𝘷𝘦𝘵é, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘣. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘣 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴: 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳.

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𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.

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𝙄𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙊𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙. 𝘼𝙩 23, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙘é, 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙬, 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚, 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙪𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣.

𝘼𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙘é 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙄𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠.

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𝙄 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨. 𝘼𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩, 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚.

𝙒𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙘, 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙞𝙘 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚. 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩, 𝙞𝙣 𝘼𝙛𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣, 𝙒𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙘é. 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚. 𝙃𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙖, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙’𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙘é 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 2 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙-𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙒𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙒𝙚𝙨’𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬.

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Stolen Song by Autumn Reed & Ripley Proserpina

My voice doesn’t charm forest animals…

It predicts death.

That’s right—I’m a banshee. And I’m locked up in Nightmare Penitentiary with no hope of escape. I don’t expect to be rescued by handsome Fae princes, either, since the last ones I had a crush on put me here.

Now, the princes are here to rattle my cage, and they’re just as handsome and judgmental as I remember. I’d tell them exactly what I think about them, but in addition to stealing my freedom, they’ve taken my voice.

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Stolen Song
by Autumn Reed & Ripley Proserpina

Series
Paranormal Prison

Genre
Adult
Reverse Harem
Paranormal Romance

Publisher
Independent

Publication Date
April 6, 2020

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AUTUMN REED is a lifelong bookworm with a penchant for sarcasm. She loves cloudy days, fluffy dogs, and murdering succulents. When she isn’t bringing daydreams to life on the page, she can be found behind the lens of a digital camera or binge-watching Veronica Mars.

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Catch Twenty-Two by Marie James

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He can’t stand anything about her, but can’t keep his hands off of her.

Frankie

I wasn’t looking for him.

He found me.

With his sexy smirk and irresistible body.

I wanted nothing to do with someone like him.

Judgmental and brooding.

So full of himself.

But now, I’m stuck playing the fool.

Falling for him.

And losing it all.

If only for one night.

ZEKE

Stuffy, rich, entitled.

The kind of girl that gets what she wants.

When she wants it.

And I want nothing to do with her.

Yet, I can’t stay away.

I’m drawn to her kindness and compassion.

Her beauty.

She holds me when the pain won’t subside.

And now, if I can help it, I’m going to hold on to her…

Forever.

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I don’t know a dang thing about farms or crops or smelly animals. Westover isn’t exactly urban, but since it’s in the center of Colorado, we have mountains and steep upgrades rather than mooing cows and clucking chickens running around. Looking out the window only increases my annoyance. Other than a small house about a quarter of a mile away, there’s nothing but fields dotted with cattle as far as I can see. I can only imagine what it’s going to smell like around here when the temperatures increase. I’m supposed to be up here resting, per Nan’s instructions, but sleep is the last thing on my mind. I’ve been here less than two hours, and I’m already bored out of my mind. An entire summer of doing nothing is going to be the death of me. I cringe with the thought, knowing just how lucky Piper is to have survived the crash. Tears sting the back of my eyes as a heavy sense of helplessness settles in my bones. I’m considering taking a nap just to pass the time when an old pickup truck turns into Nan’s front gate, making its way down the winding dirt drive. Kicking up dust as it nears the house, the truck turns toward the barn rather than pulling up directly in front of the house. “Thank God for small favors,” I mutter. The last thing I’m in the mood for is meeting people. I know it’s going to happen sooner or later because Nan mentioned introducing me to a hoard of folks on the drive back from the airport. The entire town has been awaiting my arrival if I go by her excitement of me being here. Clearly, she’s been anticipating my visit and telling everyone who will listen. My jaw practically unhinges when the passenger door opens. “What do we have here?” I mumble, taking a step closer to the window for a better look. The hottest guy we have at Westover Prep is Dalton Payne, but he’s the biggest jerk that walks the earth, hateful and vicious in his dislike of Piper and me. Dalton has nothing on the dark-haired, boot-wearing stranger climbing out of the truck. Even from fifty yards away, his strong jaw and wide shoulders are the stuff fantasies are made of. Maybe my forced visit to Utah won’t be so bad. If I can’t go home to be with my best friend, at least I’ll have this guy to look at in the interim. As if he can feel my eyes on him, the stranger turns his head, finding me standing in the window gawking at him. My first instinct is to dart away and hide behind the thick curtains, but his eyes are on me before I manage to move. I’m locked in his stare, unable to pull my eyes from his. Like a bumbling idiot, I raise my hand and give him a quick wave. It’s something I’d never do back home, but Utah is different from Colorado. Nan assured me the people who live around here are hardworking, gracious, and kind. I’ve never found much of that back in Westover, especially not walking down the hallways of school. This guy mustn’t have gotten that memo because instead of waving back or tossing a simple smile my way, his lips turn down in a sneer. He’s all the way across the yard, and I can still feel the hatred rolling off of him as he glares at me. In return, I narrow my own eyes. I’m no stranger to hate-filled stares. I’ve spent the better part of my life hiding in the shadows, keeping to myself, and doing my best to stay off the radar of the spiteful people I go to school with, but it’s unnerving that even hundreds of miles away, this stranger seems to feel exactly the same way about me. He doesn’t pull his eyes from me until the man driving the truck yells to get his attention. When he turns his face away, only then can I move, as if some connection has been broken. I’m not one to focus on the bad things in life, having a defeatist attitude is a waste of time, but the malicious look that guy just gave me is making me want to reconsider my stance. Anger and agitation settle inside of me. I haven’t been here long, but I don’t imagine there will be many people around that are close to my age, yet I’m not surprised. Of course the handsome guy helping on the farm would hate me at first sight. From experience, I know my tiny, pixie-like frame isn’t exactly what guys are looking for. Guys want girls with big breasts, tiny waists, and hips they can grip when— I clear my throat as I turn from the window, refusing to let self-deprecating thoughts back into my head. I promised myself I’d be different this summer, and I’m sticking to it. Who cares if one guy on this stupid farm doesn’t like me? That doesn’t mean there aren’t other people I can make friends with. Nan mentioned a sweet boy named Ezekiel that she wanted to introduce me to, and I bet he’s even better to look at than the jerk at the barn. Besides, looks aren’t everything. Kindness and common decency go a long way in making someone appealing, and in reverse, a bad attitude and lack of compassion can make the most gorgeous guy hideous. Refusing to let one stupid boy make me feel bad about myself, I lie down on the bed, taking Nan up on her suggestion for a nap. With any luck, when I wake up, he’ll be gone, and I’ll never have to look at him again.

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Emerald by Sophie Lark




Title: Emerald
A Dark Mafia Romance
Series: Colors of Crime #5
Author: Sophie Lark
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 12, 2020



Blurb

She Tried To Kill Me…

She crept into my room with a syringe full of poison.

Now she’s my prisoner.

She refuses to tell me who sent her or why.

But I’ll get every last secret out of her. Through pleasure or through punishment. 

I captured her and now she belongs to me…

“Emerald” is a dark and dominating mafia romance, Book 5 in the Colors of Crime series. It’s a stand-alone novel, full of intrigue, danger, and sexy bedroom scenes. Contains spanking, so if such material offends you, do not read.







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I was only six years old the first time I fired a gun. Eight when my father forced me to hold my breath again and again in a bathtub full of ice water. Twelve when he made me survive three nights alone in northern Maine in the winter.
I know my father wasn’t right in the head. The problem is that when you work for the CIA most of your adult life, it’s hard to distinguish between paranoia and actual threats.
It took me longer than it should have to figure out something was wrong. That some of the things my father was seeing weren’t actually there. The cars “following” us. The “messages” he was being sent.
I had no frame of reference. I’d never attended a normal school. I had no friends. My father was my whole world. He was the smartest, most capable person I knew. The idea that he might be crazy was just . . . too horrible to accept.
I push those memories to the back of my mind. I can’t get distracted.
I’ve cleared the ground floor of the west wing. If Ivan Petrov’s rooms are on this side of the house, they must be upstairs.
I climb the stairs, entering a hallway that seems to lead to several bedrooms. All the closed doors are identical. Which one is Ivan’s?
As I keep walking, there’s a break between the doors, with a library on the left, and what looks like an office on the right. And then beyond that, at the end of the hallway, a set of double doors.
Bingo.
If there’s a master suite beyond those doors, it surely belongs to Ivan Petrov.
Does he lock his doors at night?
I carefully test the old-fashioned handles. They move easily beneath my hand.
With aching slowness, I crack the right-hand door.
It’s dark inside the suite, the blinds drawn. I slip through the door, closing it silently behind me. I stand still, letting my eyes adjust to the gloom.
I believe I’m in a sitting room, with the bedroom somewhere beyond.
Holding my own breath, I think I can hear the slow inhale and exhale of someone sleeping close by. It’s the breathing of a large man, broad in the chest. Large lungs, a vast, slumbering body.
Ivan Petrov. I know it.
I’ve watched him from a distance. I’ve seen his intensity, his ferocity. The way his men snap to attention when he comes close, the way they obey his orders without question. I’ve seen his vigi- lance, the look of intelligence on his face. And, of course, I’ve seen his massive, powerful body. He wears a suit every day, but I’ve seen the round muscles of his shoulders and biceps even beneath the thick material of the suit jacket.
I don’t want to get in a scuffle with this man. Nor do I want to risk firing a gun in a house stuffed full of his soldiers, not even with a silencer and a pillow wrapped round it.
So I’ve brewed up a special cocktail for Ivan Petrov. I take it out of my pocket now.
A single syringe of clear amber fluid. Once I drive it into his neck, he’ll be immobilized in moments. It will flood through his bloodstream, turning his limbs to stone. His chest will seize up until he won’t be able to draw a single breath. Remembering his mass, I’ve used enough paralytic to freeze a racehorse in its tracks.
It won’t look like an accident, but that wasn’t a requirement of the job. I just have to kill him and get out without getting caught.
I move through the sitting room, into the bedroom beyond. With the minute amount of light coming through the cracks in the blinds, I can just barely see Ivan’s vast form, laying on the bed. He’s sprawled out on his back, one thick arm flung up over his head. His heavily muscled and tattooed chest is bare. There’s a patch of dark hair in the center of his chest, and a thin line trailing down the center of his stomach, disappearing under the sheet. 
I suspect he’s completely naked under there, without even a pair of boxer shorts. I can’t help glancing toward the bulge under the thin sheet. It’s a shame to kill a specimen like this, right in his prime.
But there’s half a million dollars on the line. And if I don’t kill Ivan Petrov, someone else will.
So I might as well get my money.
I approach the bed. Nothing could be more silent than my feet, taking step after step across the thick oriental rug. I wear the same kind of shoes that rock-climbers wear—thin, flexible, grippy. Little more than leather slippers, and quiet as bare feet.
Petrov’s head is thrown back on the pillow, his throat exposed. His dark hair tumbles across his eyes. His lips are slightly parted. His breathing hasn’t changed—it’s still a steady metronome. But I’m about to put a stop to it.
I slip the cap off the needle. I grip the syringe in my fist, my thumb above the depressor.
As I raise my right hand in the air, above his neck, I can’t help glancing one more time at Ivan’s face.
His dark brown eyes are open, staring up at me. 





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Author Bio

Sophie lives with her husband, two boys, and baby girl in the Rocky Mountain west. She writes intense, intelligent romance, with heroines who are strong and capable, and men who will do anything to capture their hearts.

She has a slight obsession with hiking, bodybuilding, and live comedy shows.  Her perfect day would be taking the kids to Harry Potter World, going dancing with Mr. Lark, then relaxing with a good book and a monster bag of salt and vinegar chips.


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