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Butterfly by Nelle L’ Amour.

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BUTTERFLY by Nelle L’ Amour is coming July 14!

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When I was asked to interview Roman Hurst, I thought I was prepared.

But how could I be prepared for the gorgeous man awaiting me?

Nor was I prepared when he offered me a job. To be his muse.

And I definitely wasn’t prepared to fall in love with him.

A man twenty years my senior. Who is hiding a dark secret.

A secret so devastating, it rips us apart.

No, I wasn’t prepared for that at all.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Nelle L’Amour is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author as well as an AMAZON ALL-STAR, who writes steamy contemporary romance, romantic comedy, romantic suspense, and fantasy romance. She lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. She is also the mom to twin young adult princesses, who are somehow not spoiled. A former executive in the entertainment and toy industries with a prestigious Humanitus Award for fostering human dignity to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she’s Hollywood royalty. She writes juicy stories with characters that will make you both laugh and cry and stay in your heart forever.           Email: nellelamour@gmail.com FB Reader Group(Nelle’sBelles): https://www.facebook.com/groups/1943750875863015 FB Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/NelleLamourAuthor Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nellelamourauthor/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@nellelamour?lang=en Twitter: www.twitter.com/nellelamour1 Newsletter: www.nellelamour.com/newsletter Website: nellelamour.com

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BARTENDER by Annie Dyer

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My plans were simple: an island escape to relax before starting my new life in New York.

I didn’t plan on falling in love with a man who said he was just a bartender.

I didn’t plan on my White Isle vacation turning so dark.

And the bartender – it’s not just my heart he holds in his hands.

It’s my life.

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Annie lives in the north of England, not too far from the amazing city of Manchester. She is owned by several cats and many hens, narrowly avoiding being a mad cat woman by enslaving a very understanding husband. She’s an avid reader of many genres and if she’s not writing a book, she’s usually reading one!

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His Forever – Gia Bailey

Title: His Forever 

Series: Billionaire Boy’s Club Standalone

Author: Gia Bailey

Genre: Billionaire Romance 



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I don’t do work relationships. I don’t do relationships at all… until her. Now she’s in my sights, I won’t give up until she accepts the truth. That she’s already mine, plain and simple.

Anton
I’m the man with the iron will, the one no one gets near, until her.
Alanna Reid walked into my life as if she owned it, and maybe she did.
From first glance, she didn’t just walk in and turn my calm, orderly existence upside down, she blazed in, and set my lonely life on fire.
She thinks she can keep this chemistry between us strictly professional, she thinks she can keep me at bay.
She has no idea who she’s dealing with.
I’m Anton Aslanov, and I don’t lose.

Alanna
My job is to put rich CEOs in their place, and it’s never been difficult.
Until Anton Aslanov. The man is a menace.
Possessive and demanding, he wants to win me, at any cost.
I don’t know why he’s after me, and I don’t intend to find out.
This is one game that he won’t win.
Now, if only I could convince myself of that…

When this OTT billionaire meets his forever girl, he’ll let nothing and no one stand in his way. If you like sassy independent women and wickedly obsessed billionaires, then this standalone book in the Billionaire Boy’s Club series is for you.
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Gia Bailey loves to write steamy, sweet, short romances to keep her warm during the cold Scottish nights. All her heroes, from mountain men to billionaires, are possessive, obsessive alpha males, who go OTT for the women they fall for. And the heroines? Shy, sweet, smart, ambitious, and everything in between, these ladies always get their happy endings. 

When not writing, she lives with her own burly Russian mountain man and all-knowing four year old, and enjoys baking, reading, jumping in muddle puddles (it’s Scotland, so there are lots), and inventing elaborate dreamworlds to play in. After all, life’s too short for anything other than a HEA.



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State of Innocence by SK Mason & Debra Scacciaferro

Title: State of Innocence
Authors: S.K Mason & Debra Scacciaferro 
Genre: Women’s Fiction
Release Date: August 3, 2021
Cover Design: Caroline Andrus from Melange Books



Becoming a child therapist has been a dream-come true for suburban wife and mother Kimberley Mason. Happily married with three children of her own, Kimberley Mason starts a new job working with low-income families at an inner city clinic. One case captures her heart – grief therapy for a troubled little girl traumatized by the tragic loss of her seven-month-old brother to SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome).

Having lost a baby herself, Kimberley believes she is uniquely qualified to help Alexia McKenzie, her younger sister Jayleen, and their family work through their loss. But Kimberley slowly discovers lies, secrets, and deep cracks in the foundation of parents Connor and Isabella McKenzie’s lives. Alexia begins to remember what happened the night her brother died – a secret that threatens to tear the family apart.

Thrown into an emotional cyclone, Kimberley faces an impossible choice: will she fulfill her legal and moral obligations and put her own family at risk, or stay silent and risk the lives of Alexia and Jayleen?




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Sledgehammer by JC Jaye

Sledgehammer, by JC Jaye is releasing July 28th!
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Trope: Blue Collar Romance
Series: Dirty Boys Do It Better, Book 2

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The man’s got a mighty hammer.

Joe “Sledge” Jaggard is the gold standard for imaginative homeowners craving the three B’s: Big, Bearded, and Brawny. But this hardworking hunk isn’t risking his rep with any messy, on-the-job hookups. No way—he’ll do his playing after hours, once he scrubs the sweat off. But when a luscious little kitten hires him for a summerlong project, he’s incurably bewitched.
Just his luck, she’s wearin’ the wrong man’s ring…

The lady’s got a mighty dilemma.

Becca Calhoun has inherited her gran’s overrun mansion, and is determined to restore its grandeur with Sledgehammer Inc.’s expertise. But concentrating on her To-Do List isn’t easy, not with a dirty demon singeing her six days a week with his hot green eyes. Dare the future bed-and-breakfast host follow her heart, and ditch control-freak fiancé for laid-back bad boy?

Maybe, but fate’s got other plans…

Contractor and client fall, and they fall hard. But a tumble off a tall ladder and a shocking diagnosis tests their trust and staying power, and the passionate pair learn that even the strongest bond isn’t immune to fissures.

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It was all Rhett and Scarlett’s fault.
(Talkin’ the grand staircase scene, people.)

Stung by the literary lovebug at a tender young age, JC has been devouring spicy romantic fiction ever since. Seriously… What could possibly be more delectable at the end of a rough day than a big, bad, moody male brought to his alphahole knees by a gorgeous, kick-ass, rock star of a heroine?

Well, besides a hefty goblet of vino and some imported Brie.

Dreaming up “I wish” fantasies while slogging through the woefully Rhett-scarce world, JC invites readers to indulge in decadent escape through her foulmouthed and passion-saturated tales.

You heard foulmouthed, right?

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Avryl: Written in Stone by London Gates




Title: Avryl: Written in Stone
Series: Limelight #1
Author: London Gates
Genre: Forbidden Romance/Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Lori Jackson Design
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Release Date: August 5, 2021


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Axton Manson. Wealthy. Hot. Well-known, but private.
He would be the perfect member at Limelight Manhattan, if he weren’t an ex-con.
I always knew I would be the one to get him out of prison. He spent two years in jail because he saved me.
With the help of my sister, I helped clear his name. But she made me promise to never write him again.
She never said anything about following him.
I watch other women stare.
He doesn’t seem to care. Or notice.
He says he won’t let me waste my time with him. He says he’s a murderer, and doesn’t know who he is anymore.
I know who he is. And I know Ax is mine.







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London Gates will open a new world for you with her writing that will keep you on a rollercoaster of emotions. Highs of very provocative and sexy moments with dips of passion and romance that will have you dying for more.
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Wicked Master by Sasha Leone




Title: Wicked Master
Series: Brutal Reign #4
Author: Sasha Leone
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Cover Design: Opulent Swag & Designs
Release Date: August 24, 2021


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Her punishment is my reward…
Sweet. Fragile. Unbroken.

She’s forced up on stage like a lamb to the slaughter.
The perfect captive… for a price.

I’ll make sure I’m the highest bidder.

It’s that sandy blonde hair; those shimmering hazel eyes.
They remind me of an old life,
Before I became the monster I am today.

Oh, how weak I once was…

Two million dollars, and she’s mine.

To reclaim my past, I will conquer her.
Control her.
Break her.

… But when Mary shatters under my obsession,
Something unexpected happens.

I want to put her back together again.

There’s more to this girl than meets the eye.
A darkness that threatens to engulf us both.

I’ll fight those demons off.

Because she doesn’t belong to them anymore.

She belongs to me.


*Wicked Master is a standalone Dark Mafia Enemies to Lovers Captive Romance with mature themes and a happily ever after. It is the fourth book of the Brutal Reign series.







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Sasha Leone writes dark, suspenseful romance novels about powerful mafia kings and the women who bring them to their knees.


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Crooked Crows by Elena Lawson




Title: Crooked Crows
Series: Boys of Briar Hall #1
Author: Elena Lawson
Genre: Dark NA Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Pretty in Ink Creations
Release Date: August 20, 2021


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Unapologetically f*cked up. Heartlessly cruel. Broken beyond repair.

Corvus, Rook, and Grey – The Crows.

Bred in a world of gang wars, violence, and secrets, they rule the bloody town of Thorn Valley and all the people in it…too bad for me I’ve never been good at kissing ass or keeping quiet.

Even if their savage spirits awaken something inside of me I thought was long dead, I can’t break. I won’t.

They think they scare me, that I’ll run and hide, but the joke’s on them. The Crows aren’t the first monsters I’ve faced, and they won’t be the last. There are worse evils out there waiting to take their stab at Ava Jade Mason.

I say let them try. I’m tired of running. Tired of holding back my darkness. Thorn Valley isn’t ready for a new boogie man. Too bad I’m already here.

Crooked Crows is a dark enemies-to-lovers reverse harem romance, meaning the main character will have more than one love interest.

Warning: This series contains foul language, explicit sexual content, graphic depictions of gang violence, and jealous/possessive themes. Recommended for readers aged eighteen and up. Please read responsibly.







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CHAPTER ONE

Corvus

Randy’s body hadn’t begun to smell yet, and judging by the still-tacky smears of blood around the carving on his chest, I’d say he’d only been dead an hour. Maybe less.
You idiot,” I seethed, glaring at his prone form as I drew my blade, giving a short, sharp whistle to alert the others that we may not be alone.
Rook and Grey’s quiet footfalls sounded behind me as they jogged down the alley, slowing to a walk as they approached.
Rook cursed, rocking back on his heels when he saw the body half-laying, half-sitting against the side of a rusted green dumpster. He scrubbed a wide palm over his jaw. “The tip was legit.”
No shit.
A chick from the after-hours stocking crew at the Valley-Mart was the one who tipped off the Saints about the body. Damn near the whole town knew better than to call the cops first, and the ones who didn’t…they’d learn.
If there’s blood in the streets, you don’t want the useless rent-a-cops from Thorn Valley PD on the case. They don’t care about you. They won’t protect you. The Saints will.
I knelt to drag my red-stained fingertips over Randy’s eyelids and bowed my head. Grey crouched next to me, reaching two digits to the hollow beneath Randy’s chin, feeling for a pulse. As if someone this pale, this still could possibly be living.
His hand dropped not two seconds later, his head with it.
“I’ll call it in,” Grey said, dutifully drawing out his phone and rising from his crouch.
“Stay close,” I growled when he moved to walk away.
“He was supposed to be made a full member at the next meeting,” Rook mused aloud, biting on his lip ring. A habit he knew annoyed the absolute fuck out of me.
I stood, pushing off from my knees. “Not anymore,” I held out a hand for the bag slung over Rook’s shoulder. “Give me the tarp. Let’s get this shit over with. I need a fucking shower.”
Rook tossed me the bag and I pulled out the folded blue square, wincing when the sound of it crinkling echoed back to us from the tall brick walls of the alley. The whole place smelled like trash, but there was an undercurrent of something out of place, too. Cologne. Or just some really terrible aftershave. Like a pinecone got ass fucked by a lime. My nose wrinkled at the reek of it.
“Keep an eye out.”
Rook nodded, drawing his blade and hissing at Grey to get off the damned phone and help me.
“The carving,” Grey started as he ended the call, helping me lay out the tarp to roll the poor bastard’s body onto it, “It was the Aces?”
The letter ‘A’ brutally carved into the pale flesh of Randy’s chest would make anyone think so, but I wasn’t convinced.
“We haven’t had beef with the Iron Aces in months,” I hissed. “There’s no reason for this. Doesn’t make sense.”
“But the carving—”
“I know what it looks like, Winters.”
At that, both of my brothers fell silent and we wrapped Randy’s body tightly in the tarp, binding him like a fucking sausage with half a roll of duct tape.
He was only twenty-four. Didn’t have a family. No kids. Not even a girlfriend. Without any of those things, Randy would be given a whiskey-fueled farewell by the Thorn Valley Saints and then sent to a watery grave. It was the best many of us could hope for.
“Diesel’s orders are to bring him to the Crow’s Nest for now. Said he’d deal with it later,” Grey told me as we finished, and I stuffed the rest of the duct tape back into the bag and tossed it to Rook.
When I didn’t reply, still trying to work through the puzzle that was Randy’s mangled corpse, Rook stepped to my side. “Want me to bring the Rover ‘round?”
I nodded, jerking my chin for Grey to follow. “Go with him.”
At least it was a cool night for early October in Northern Cali. Hopefully, his corpse wouldn’t stink up the Rover too much before Diesel sent the cleaners to deal with it. Nothing worse than the smell of dead guy in the morning.
They turned to leave, but the roar of an engine coming to a stuttering, screeching stop at the mouth of the alley had me throwing an arm out to shield them, gun drawn, finger resting next to the trigger.
The sleek black sedan hadn’t even come to a full stop before a body jumped out of the backseat.
I took aim.
Air rushed from my lungs in a heavy exhale. I relaxed as I took in long legs, a mane of dark brown hair, and an ass so fine it made my cock twitch beneath my jeans.
“Move the body,” I hissed. Grey and Rook each took an end, pulling Randy with us into the shadows behind the trash bin and out of sight.
A driver exited the sedan as the girl pounded white-knuckled fists on its trunk. The bitch could hit. I’d be surprised if she hadn’t left at least one dent in the thing.
“Miss,” the driver pleaded. “Miss, the school is another mile uphill. Miss, please—”
“Open the fucking trunk,” she snapped back at him, her voice carrying. It was laced with warning and the pinhead driver must’ve sensed it because he lifted his hands in a placating gesture I knew well and retreated to the open driver’s side door to pop the trunk.
“Ava Jade,” came a woman’s willowy voice from the darkened backseat as a window rolled lazily down. “You get back in the car this instant.”
The girl, Ava Jade, I presumed, ignored the older woman’s plea, hauling a massive suitcase and satchel from the trunk. When the damn thing fell over, it nearly took her with it, but she righted the suitcase, and herself, and took off in a huff, lugging all of her things up the road.
“Ava Jade!”
The girl paused, an audible growl tearing from her lips as she spun. A dark simpering fury in the set of her jaw. “I’d rather be at some bullshit elitist academy than spend a single night at your fucking museum.”
She didn’t spare another second for the old woman. She turned on her heel and left, upper lip curled with distaste.
Both Grey and Rook craned their necks to get a better look and I suppressed a groan.
“Is that old-lady Humphrey?” Rook asked.
The bitch was rich; her dead husband came from old money. She lived in the big mansion over at Waverly Place all alone with, rumor had it, at least nine cats and a parrot that squawked all hours of the day and night.
“Looks like it,” Grey replied and I strained to hear the distant hum of more civilized conversation as the old bat instructed the driver to leave the girl and take her home for Christ’s sake.
The car drove off after a minute and we were left listening to the distant echo of the suitcase wheels bumping noisily over the pavement as the girl made her way down mainstreet and up towards Briar Hall.
Both the guys darted forward after the red glow of the sedan’s tail lights vanished, peering around the edge of the alley wall to get a better look at the chick.
“Should we…” Rook trailed off, a mischievous grin tipping up one corner of his lips, Randy forgotten for the moment.
“No.”
“The fucker who killed Randy could still be around,” Grey added. “We should at least warn her if not give her a ri—”
“I said no,” I repeated, leveling the full weight of my glare on them both. Rook was quick to shrug it off, but Grey, he still didn’t get it. He would though, even if I had to pound it into him.
I tucked my gun into the back of my waistband. “She isn’t our fucking problem.”
We weren’t about to go out of our way for some spoiled rich brat who was going to be in the nurse’s office all day tomorrow sobbing about all the blisters from her brand new heels. Not a fucking chance.
Grey stared after her a moment longer and I didn’t like the way his eyes followed her movements. Hell, even Rook still seemed bent out of shape that I wasn’t going to let him loose on her. Turning his lip ring round and round with his teeth, his dark eyes gleaming with malice even though he was clearly trying to play it off like he didn’t give a shit.
“There are finer asses than that in Thorn Valley,” I said to Grey, attempting another tactic. “In fact, I’m pretty sure you left one in your bed an hour ago.”
Grey tipped his head to one side, snorting a laugh.
We both knew I wasn’t wrong about that last part, but fuck if I didn’t know the first bit was total horseshit. I’d never seen a piece of ass that was worth wasting more than a night on. But that ass—that ass was trouble if I’d ever seen it.
It was in both of my brothers’ curious stares as they took one last look at her before turning back to me for orders. I was going to have to do something about this Ava Jade. Fast.
“Get the Rover,” I told them. “Looks like tomorrow we have a new student to welcome to Briar Hall.”






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Elena writes stories full of feisty heroines and unforgettable heroes. She may also have a small thing for bad boys and often gravitates towards the darker things in life. When she comes out of her writing cave, she can be found obsessively rearranging her bookshelves, drinking an unreasonable amount of wine, or cooking overly fancy meals for her family and friends.


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Open Lanes by Mary Morano




Title: Open Lanes
Series: Mooseheads Hockey #1
Author: Mary Morano
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: July 1, 2021


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Brayden
My dream has always been to go pro, but in that dream, she’s standing beside me. I messed up my chance once before but now I have a second chance. Just like on the ice, I will do anything I can to win. This time I’m playing for keeps.

Nicole
He tortured me through High School, followed me across the country to college, and now I am stuck in a car with him for five long days. All I want to do is get home and go back to pretending he doesn’t exist. If only my stupid hormones would get on board with the plan.







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For the first time, the precarious situation that I found myself in really hit home. I was a 20-year-old female, walking down the side of an empty highway with no help in sight—talk about the beginning of every serial killer movie ever made. I couldn’t even alert anyone to where I was, or the fact I wasn’t on my flight back home as planned. It would be hours before anyone even knew I was missing. Whoever was in this car heading toward me could rape, kill, and chop me up into little pieces to feed to the bears in the woods before anyone even knew something was amiss. I started walking a little faster, knowing there was no way I was going to outrun this car, and there was nowhere to run to anyway. There wasn’t even anywhere to hide. I was in the middle of nowhere on a highway surrounded by nothing but flat open land for miles in either direction. I felt my anxiety starting to ramp back up. Taking slow deliberate breaths, I counted down backwards from twenty, allowing my body to calm itself down enough that I was able to find some semblance of control. I couldn’t panic right now because that would leave me no chance for survival.
In an effort to distract myself, I focused on the fact that if I did disappear, they will blame Señor Prick, since he was the last person anyone saw me with. Then he would have to spend the rest of his life in jail thinking about how he could have saved my life. That was the least he deserved if I died right now. I’d be dead and eaten, what did I care if he was wrongly accused? I’m not bitter or anything.
The sounds of the car grew closer, and I heard the beat of the music playing from inside. I started walking faster, not paying attention to the fact that my suitcase was like a big yellow flag screaming ‘look at me.’ I heard the car tires hit the gravel behind me, as it pulled to the side and slowed down. It was close—too close for comfort if I had to be honest. This wasn’t looking good. I hope they at least put a good picture of me on the missing person posters, not my god-awful high school graduation picture like they tended to use on those things. The profile picture on my Instagram would be my first choice, I hope someone suggests that to them. I heard the car stop, and the window squeak as it rolled down, before a deep voice called out.
“Hey, do you need some help?”
I kept walking, not wanting to make it easier than it would already be for him to kill me. I really hoped he wasn’t a sadist, choosing to prolong my death by torturing me and hope he just kills me quickly. I really didn’t think I could survive torture, even papercuts made me cry. I kept walking, picking up the pace once more so I was practically running away. Behind me I heard the dinging sound a car makes when the door is opened, and the car is still running. Great, he was getting out. Now he was going to chase me. Yes, I kept myself in shape, but to be honest, the only running I ever did was when I was late for class, and that usually ended with me being bent over wheezing. My situation was quickly going from bad to worse.
“Hey, I know you can hear me. I won’t hurt you; I just don’t feel comfortable leaving a female on the side of the road. Can I give you a ride somewhere?” The voice behind me asked. I snorted at his statement before yelling back over my shoulder.
“I’m pretty sure all serial killers want you to believe they won’t hurt you. Then they chop you up and leave you in the mountains for bears to eat. No, thank you, I don’t plan on being bear food today!”
Suddenly, a deep laugh rang out behind me. I stopped, was he laughing at me? What kind of serial killer did that? Isn’t he supposed to be chasing me? Maybe he doesn’t want to exert the energy yet to chase me? Or maybe this is all part of his sick twisted game. His laughter continued behind me as my annoyance ticked up a notch. What. The. Hell. Hands on my hips, I spun around to tell him off, only to stare into a very familiar, and very unwelcome face.
Casually standing in front of me, with his thumbs hooked in his jean pockets as he relaxed back against the hood of his black SUV was none other than Brayden Montgomery. Fucking Brayden.






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Mary is a single mom who decided to take her own advice and follow her dreams of being an author. She’s a New York Islanders Fan and can be often found driving her kids to one of their many sports activities. She enjoys reading, and watching Harry Potter, Avengers Movies, and SVU. You can find her on social media, and she would love to hear from you!


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