Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Review & Giveaway: THE CASE OF THE GUILTY GHOST by Amber Kell & RJ Scott



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Length: 111 pages


Series

End Street Vol 1 - Amazon US | Amazon UK

End Street Vol 2 - Amazon US | Amazon UK

The Case of the Purple Pearl - Amazon US | Amazon UK


Blurb

Bob is lost in grief, Sam is fighting for his life, and there is no middle ground. Can their love survive?

Bob is grieving over his brother's sacrifice. Guilt-ridden and devastated, he buries himself in vampire mourning and pulls away from Sam.

Magic tears Sam from the vampire castle and he has to face new adversaries alone, when all he wants is Bob at his side.

Ettore is in the Aset Ka waiting room, next in line for the ceremony for his soul to be torn from his body. Aset Ka has other plans, and Ettore finds himself reunited with a lost love and fighting alongside his brother.

A forgotten past binds Theodore 'Teddy' McCurray Constantine III to Ettore, and with the curse tied to Ettore broken by his death, Teddy's past returns to him with a vengeance.

A royal family in denial, a battle between gods, and long forgotten love leaves no time for Sam and Bob to take a breath. Is it too late to save the supernatural world? 




Carra's Review

Do we really have to end this series now?  I love this little world Amber Kell and RJ Scott have created, and with this being the last book in the series, I'm really going to miss this world, these characters, and the great paranormal nuances that have been present throughout the series.

I really like how even though Sam and Bob are not always the couple about whom a particular story is centered upon, their relationship and bond still keeps growing, developing and advancing throughout the series.  Here in Guilty Ghost, Ettore and Teddy are the ones who were torn apart so long ago when Teddy's death ripped him away far too soon, so we get a second chance romance in the middle of the chaos and suspense of the final confrontation of the series.  Ettore and Teddy are actually a lot alike, both selfless and willing to sacrifice themselves to help others.  That was true in life, and still here in death.  

The story will definitely keep you in its grip-and while I will admit that the exponentially increasing power Sam gains at an ever more rapid pace may seem somewhat convenient at times (especially the further into the book you read), it still makes for an exciting tale.  The bond between Sam and Bob continues to strengthen, leaving no doubt that the two are meant for each other-regardless of information that is revealed at the end about their relationship (yes, I know-that's a tease...).

The Case of the Guilty Ghost will feel like it goes by pretty quickly, but it's a good end to the series (dang it, are you guys sure the series has to end???).  This was a 4-star read for me, and I recommend this story and the entire series to any fan of M/M paranormal romance.  There's adult language and M/M sexual content, so this book is still for readers 18+.




Author Bios

Amber Kell has made a career out of daydreaming. It has been a lifelong habit she practices diligently as shown by her complete lack of focus on anything not related to her fantasy world building.

When she told her husband what she wanted to do with her life, he told her to go have fun.
During those seconds she isn't writing, she remembers she has children who humor her with games of 'what if' and let her drag them to foreign lands to gather inspiration. Her youngest confided in her that he wants to write because he longs for a website and an author name-two things apparently necessary to be a proper writer.

Despite her husband's insistence she doesn't drink enough to be a true literary genius, she continues to spin stories of people falling happily in love and staying that way.

She is thwarted during the day by a traffic jam of cats on the stairway and a puppy who insists on walks, but she bravely perseveres.








RJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn't with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week's break from writing she didn't like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn't defeat.







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Cover Design: Meredith Russell

Ice Dragons Series

The Code (Book #1) - Amazon US | Amazon UK


Blurb

The team captain and the rookie firefighter never meant to fall in love; but they'll fight tooth and nail to protect what they have.

Alex Simard, captain of the Ice Dragons hockey team, didn't intend on rescuing a baby from a burning car. Doing what anyone else would've done doesn't make him a hero. Add the press hounding him, to on-ice injury, warring Russians, and the season from hell, and he's losing focus. Getting his team to the Stanley Cup is his priority; falling in love isn't even a footnote on his to-do list.

Jo Glievens, rookie firefighter, never meant to fall in love with a hockey player. Her career is everything to her and right now she doesn't want to add a man to her life. She has a plan and is sticking to it. But someone is out there planting bombs, destroying lives, and she has to make choices when this criminal's actions hit way too close to home.



Excerpt

Jo walked in on a team meeting.

Not her team; not the big burly firefighters that formed her life and mostly sat around looking all kinds of badass whenever they had a meeting.

Nope, it was the key members of the Ice Dragons hockey team that had congregated in her friend Kat’s living room. Of course, it was also Ryan’s living room given Kat and Ryan were recently engaged, and it was their new house. Hence why Ryan would be there.

“Excuse the noise, we’ll study upstairs again where it’s quiet,” Kat said.

“It’s a team meeting then?”

“Less meeting, more smack-down and telling Alex like it is. Poor guy can’t stay at his own place because of all the media attention, so he’s staying here, but he’s pissed and probably scared of being off-ice for far too long.”

“It’s fine,” she said, although she wasn’t exactly concentrating on what Kat said, so had missed most of it.

And all because, from there she could see the center of attention, one Alexandre Simard, or Simba as his teammates liked to call him. She only knew that Simba was his nickname because he’d done those ridiculous car sales ads for a local Toyota dealership a couple years back. They’d made this whole thing about his blond hair, and his name, likening him to a lion based on his hockey nickname.

She’d seen the ads so many times she could almost recite them from memory; too much down time at the firehouse between calls.

Of course, his face had been fixed firmly in her mind after she and Mitch had been the ones who dragged his trapped and heavy ass out of that car, the flames burning through his jacket and the jersey beneath. He’d been the one who looked up at her and asked, not about himself, but about the baby.

The damned man had crawled back into the burning car for the dad. He could have died. Jo had been furious at his actions; the last thing professionals needed were civilians getting involved, but when the action of the call had faded she’d thought past the rookie checklist for civilian interaction on scenes. Instead, she’d gone from seeing him as a man who’d helped to sell cars, played a game for a living, to a man who risked his own life for a child and father.

With no thought for his own safety.

He was pretty much a local hero if you listened to the news, a tall, gorgeous, blond-haired, blue-eyed hero. Could the guy be any more of a cliché? And why did he have to look so sexy and handsome, even when he was angry?

“They’re all mad,” Lieutenant Dennison had said when they were working on getting the car clear. “Hockey players, all mad,” he elaborated when she’d stared at him not really understanding at first.

Seems like they weren’t just mad for putting themselves in danger, but they were mad-angry as well. So, it wasn’t so much a meeting she’d been warned was happening at the same time as her study session, as much as a heated debate.

There was some language she didn’t understand, although it was deep and guttural and likely Russian, and then one hell of a lot of cursing. She caught some of it, a shouting match over ice time and why couldn’t their f*cking captain understand the concept of f*cking rest. 

She didn’t watch hockey that much, sometimes caught highlights on shift down time, but being the probie at the firehouse kept her busy. That would all be ending soon when she passed probation and her exams, but for now, it sucked. 
She kind of wanted to watch hockey, the way that her fellow officers and the paramedics talked about it, the game was fast and changed on a dime. Burlington had an expansion team, or so she’d read in the paper that morning. In fact, she’d learned a lot about hockey the past few days. Ever since the accident actually, because the articles on it were everywhere. 

To be fair, every article she’d read about the Dragons’ captain and him risking his life had begun with the words Alexandre ‘Simba’ Simard, Captain of The Dragons, the NHL’s newest expansion team…she’d looked it up, knew what expansion meant, that it was a new team, only five or so years old, and that this year they’d started strong before setbacks had them trailing in the rankings.

Not to mention they’d lost their captain for at least four weeks. Maybe six. One writer pointed out the team didn’t have the chance to label it as a generic upper body injury, meaning other teams wouldn’t know the captain’s vulnerabilities. Nope, there were pictures and news reports of burns and a fractured radius.

According to news reports, the team losing their captain was vital, and Jo could understand that. Captains were key pieces in their teams, the leader, the one that everyone looked up to. He was also a real American hero, or at least that is what the news was painting him as. Without thought for his own safety, he’d rescued a father and baby from their car only seconds before the fire spread.

Brave. Not everyone was a firefighter like her, not everyone would have risked their own life to rescue others. Not everyone was trained like her. Brave, stupid, they were different sides of the same coin.

She glanced into the main seating area, the one with the views out over Burlington, in the beautiful place that Kat and her fiancé had bought. They’d only just moved in, but this was the third time Jo had visited. The view included shouting, sexy, angry hockey players; men who were clearly pissed at something.

“You’re not coming back early,” one strong, steady voice said, and Jo recognized Ryan, Kat’s other half, as the owner of the voice.

“F*ck you, Flynn,” the captain snapped.

“This is not up for discussion, you hard headed idiot,” Ryan shouted louder. Seemed it was that kind of meeting where each person shouted louder than the last just to be heard.
She counted it as a win that they hadn't spotted her; there was something compelling about being able to see them in person. Kat was watching with amusement on her face. Of course, her fiancé was one of them, and she probably knew more about the whole thing than Jo ever would.



Author Bio

RJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn't with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week's break from writing she didn't like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn't defeat.







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Tuesday, March 28, 2017

New Release: 5-star Review & Excerpt: HARMLESS by Nicole Edwards (Pier 70 #4)--TOP RECOMMENDATION!

Harmless

Series: Pier 70 #4

Author: Nicole Edwards

Genre: Adult, M/M Romance

Published: March 28, 2017


He’s got a secret...

Roan Gregory, one of the four owners of Pier 70 Marina, has managed to paint himself as a loner in recent months. There’s a reason for that.  And he’s got every intention of keeping that reason a secret. That is, until he no longer has the option.

He’s got a secret, too...

Colton Seguine, defenseman for the Austin Arrows, has gotten good at keeping the world from finding out that he’s gay. He knows exactly what he can and cannot do. And with whom. That is, until he sees Roan for the first time and all bets are off.

Some secrets are too big to keep.

Temperatures soar when this brooding bad boy gets his first taste of this smoking hot hockey player.

Can Roan and Seg push past each other’s defenses? Or -- thanks to the way the cards have been dealt -- will the time they spent together prove to be just a harmless one night stand?


            

HARMLESS (Pier 70, 4) Chapter One © Nicole Edwards 2017

Fourteen months ago

  August

“CAN I BUY you another drink?”

Roan Gregory hoped he wasn’t sporting his who me look when  he cast a quick glance up and to the left, startled by the offer from…

Well. Okay.

Not what he’d expected.

Standing before him was the sexy guy who’d been checking  Roan out since he walked in the door. Discreetly, sure. But Roan’s attention  had been unfocused at best. He’d noticed. And yes, this was the same guy Roan  had fought hard not to sneak a peek at for the past hour.

The guy was totally his type back when he’d had a type. At  least in the physical sense.

Blond hair, blue eyes, long and lean, with the perfect  balance of muscles tossed in.

But that was the key. Roan didn’t have a type anymore. He  was more interested in ignoring men for the duration.

Sexy Guy nodded toward the empty beer bottle in front of  Roan. “Another?”

As though the guy wasn’t possibly talking to him, Roan  continued to stare. Only this time, he was captivated by the seductive smirk on  Sexy Guy’s smooth lips. Nice lips. Full, perfect … lips.

Obliterating the thought from his sex-starved brain, Roan  dropped his gaze down to his beer. Yep, definitely empty. He must’ve drained it  when he’d been lost in his own damn thoughts. Unfortunately—no matter what his  little head was telling him—he wasn’t interested in company, sexy or otherwise,  so he wanted Sexy Guy to go sit back down at the table by the wall where he’d  come from.

“I’m good.” Shaking his head, Roan avoided the man’s eyes,  hoping he would take the hint.

“I figured if you’re gonna drown your sorrows, probably  should do it right.”

If Sexy Guy only knew.

Lifting his gaze once more, Roan met the determined  steel-blue eyes still studying him. He bit back a retort. Didn’t the guy  understand that he wanted to be alone? Seriously, what did he need to do? Hold  up a sign that said, Personal Pity Party, No Company Wanted?

What the…?

Clearly Roan needed to improve his turn-down skills. Sexy  Guy surely mistook his I’m good for sure, sit down and join me because, of  course, Sexy Guy was now sitting at his table. And he hadn’t bothered to ask.

“I promise, I’m harmless.” To reiterate his point, Sexy Guy  held up his hands in surrender.

Big hands. Nice hands. Perfect hands.

Son of a bitch.

Now that Roan thought about it, the guy didn’t look  harmless. He looked like … well, hell, he looked like temptation.

Good thing he’d cut temptation from his diet long ago.

Leaning back, Roan tried to appear casual, not wanting to  show that he was taken aback by the guy’s forwardness. He also didn’t want the  incredibly handsome blond to see that Roan was discreetly attempting to check  him out. Mainly, the way that snug charcoal-gray T-shirt stretched across his  impressive chest and the way the corded muscles in his neck shifted  inconspicuously when he lifted his arm.

How discreet he was actually being was anyone’s guess since  there was only about three feet between them.

Not only was he at least an eleven, Sexy Guy also looked  familiar. Eerily so. Only Roan couldn’t place him.

Roan shrugged off the thought and continued to stare the guy  down.

For the past half hour, Roan had been nursing a beer while  pretending to watch the baseball game playing on the television closest to him.  He wasn’t really paying attention at all because his brain was inundated with  how sh*tty he’d allowed his life to become. In fact, he’d been paying so little  attention he had noticed that the handsome man now sitting across from him had been staring his way every so often.

After the guy signaled the waitress for two more beers, he  turned back to Roan.

Bold move considering Roan had already told him he wasn’t  interested. Or that had been his meaning anyway.

“Colton Seguine,” Sexy Guy said smoothly as he held out his hand.

Roan detected an accent, but he couldn’t quite place it.  Canadian, maybe?

“Not interested,” Roan grumbled, ignoring the introduction,  hoping the guy would get it through his thick skull that Roan wasn’t…

Wait.

Did he say…?

The name registered and Roan’s gaze slammed directly into  the big guy.

Wavy blond hair, a thin scar running through one of his  thick eyebrows, pale blue eyes with the perfect balance of gray running through  them, a slightly crooked nose, and a jaw that looked as though it had been carved from stone, not to mention sharp cheekbones and those lips…

Holy sh*t.

The harmless temptation sitting across from him was none other than a f*cking hockey player.

Harmless. Right.

“You’re Colton Seguine,” Roan muttered, feeling stupid.

The guy’s lopsided smirk transformed his face from sexy to …  hot as f*ck. “That’s what they tell me, but everyone calls me Seg.  Unfortunately, I don’t recognize you, so…”

Roan held out his hand seeing that Seg’s was resting on the table as though waiting for this moment. “Roan Gregory.”

“Nice to meet you, Roan Gregory.”

Yes, it was.

Seg’s hand was strong, his grip firm. And holy f*ck. This  was Colton Seguine. Seg.

Roan briefly forgot all of his problems as he stared at the  defenseman for the Austin Arrows hockey team. He knew the man was big—he’d read  his stats a few dozen times—but up close and personal, he was ginormous. Six foot four, two-twenty, if Roan remembered correctly.

The waitress interrupted their staring contest when she  delivered their beers, and for a few seconds, Roan was caught up in those smoky  blue eyes, unable to look away.

It no longer mattered that he’d been wallowing in self-pity, trying to get over the fact that nearly four months ago he’d professed his love for his best friend. He no longer felt the chest-constricting pain that had engulfed him as soon as he realized Cam had fallen in love with someone and they were incredibly happy. The pain hadn’t come from the fact that Cam and Gannon  were happy. As far as he was concerned, that was a good thing. It came from the fact that Roan had been insecure enough to think he would lose his friendship with the most important person in his life.

Only right now, the fact that he’d blurted out that he loved his best friend seemed unimportant—not to mention, completely untrue.

Nope. None of it mattered because his brain was misfiring;  the only thing he could think about was sex. Sex with this incredibly sexy  hockey player. Dirty, rough, highly-erotic sex.

And wasn’t that a kick in the nuts? Roan wasn’t the sort to  succumb to insta-lust. It usually took him some time to warm up to a guy. A  hell of a lot longer than a brief introduction anyway.

Roan took a long pull on his beer, breaking the eye contact.

This was insane.

Why the hell would this guy even be over here? It wasn’t  like he was…

Nah. No way was this guy gay.

Plus, if he was—which he wasn’t—there was no way Seg would know Roan was gay. Seriously. How would he know? They weren’t in a gay bar. And  it wasn’t like Roan was wearing his I’m out and proud T-shirt today.

The thought had Roan staring at Seg thoughtfully.

Did he know Roan was gay? Was it something he broadcasted  without realizing it?

After glancing around the room cautiously, Seg leaned in and lowered his voice. “What do you say after this beer, I take you back to my place and we have a drink there?”

Okay, so maybe along with some finely tuned gaydar, Seg was  gay.

Not openly, obviously, since Roan distinctly remembered a recent article about Seg and some model chick he’d been dating as of late. Yes, in case there was any confusion, Roan was a fan of the Austin Arrows. Huge fan.

Maybe Seg was bisexual?

Roan let that thought roll around for a few seconds. He  didn’t do bisexual. He had absolutely no intention of being with some guy who would wake up the next morning, crying and whining because he was so f*cking  confused about his life. P*ssy or d*ck, it wasn’t that hard to figure out which  you preferred.

Not to mention, Roan didn’t need that sh*t on top of  everything else he was dealing with.

Leaning closer, mirroring Seg’s posture, Roan shook his  head. “I’m pretty sure”—he tilted his head toward the waitress—“she’s more your type.”

Seg leaned even closer. “I’m pretty sure … you’re dead  wrong.”

Roan sat up straight, taking another pull on his beer as he  studied this man.

Here was a guy Roan had watched play for years. A guy who was as masculine as they came. A guy who was now sitting here, in this sports  bar, coming on to him.

He was coming on to him, right? Roan had been out of the  game a long time; maybe he was imagining it.

He instantly thought about Cam. About how Roan had damn near f*cked up their friendship because of his momentary lapse in judgement. His stupid freak out had nearly cost him the most important person in his life.

Then he thought about his sister and her f*cking drug  problem.

And his father, who was beside himself on how to help her.

His stepmother, who had threatened to leave his father if  they didn’t find a way to get Cassie some help.

A f*cking mess was what his life had been reduced to.

No way should Roan add f*cking a hockey player to that long list of screwed-up bullsh*t.

Clearly Seg sensed Roan was considering the idea. “One  night. No strings.”

Nope, no mistaking that come-on.

Roan considered it.

No-strings sex. Was there even such a thing?

Roan adjusted his position, trying not to give the idea the  merit it deserved, but unable to help himself.

A one-night stand with a hot hockey player.

Who could really say no to that? More importantly, who  would?

His world was crumbling down around him, and this guy was offering him an opportunity to forget about it for a little while. An  opportunity he’d be stupid to pass up.

“One night?” Roan confirmed.

Seg nodded.

“Tomorrow we pretend this never happened?”

Another nod.

Downing what was left of his beer, Roan reached for his  wallet, pulled out a couple of twenties, and slapped them on the table before  getting to his feet.

“I’ll follow you,” he told Seg.

The grin on Seg’s face made Roan’s d*ck jump to life.

Oh, yeah. This was definitely a good decision.



After the emotional smack that was delivered in Speechless, I couldn’t wait for Harmless to come out so I could get Roan’s story.Throughout the series, Roan’s character had been up and down, and I got the feeling that he had a pretty intriguing story waiting.  I was not disappointed…not at all.  Not only did Nicole Edwards deliver another powerfully emotional story, she did it while throwing some kids in the mix-something I normally don’t particularly care for in most books I read, but here it worked perfectly and it wouldn’t have been as powerful a story without it.

Roan has this need to take care of things on his own.  He doesn’t want anyone else getting bogged down with his problems, even if everyone else genuinely wants to help.  This is not something he can really sustain in the long run-especially when life decides to throw its curveballs.  In a single moment he life and focus changes, and he has to adapt-but he does so while putting his own personal needs aside.  Seg is closeted thanks to his career as a professional hockey player.  He plays his part, but that becomes harder and harder once he meets Roan…who is not someone who hides who he is.  

The strength of their emotions though is overpowering, and each is willing to give in for the other-to a point.  There is no question to the chemistry between them—it is compelling and so far off the hot chart that the devil himself would need a cool down.  Their attraction is constant and potent, and the two of them together truly define the term “soulmates”.  But you know their path won’t be smooth, and in addition to the whole Seg-is-in-the-closet issue (which you KNOW will blow up at some point), there is turmoil on the family front for Roan.  These things both contribute to the drama of the story, and had me virtually glued to the pages.  

The incredibly amazing supporting cast of the entire Pier 70 family of characters are all here, all as supportive as ever.  We also get interactions with Roan’s father and stepmother…and to that let me just tell you—there’s a scene near the end with a dialog between Seg and Roan’s stepmother that Seg absolutely ROCKS.  That scene was probably my favorite dramatic part of the book, and you’ll understand why when you read it.

It’s distressing to me that this is the final book of the series.  I’ve become so entangled in the Pier 70 world, and have come to really care for all of the characters.  There is no way for me to choose a favorite book or couple (believe me, I’ve tried), they are all special to me for different reasons.  It’s a no-brainer for me to give Harmless 5 stars, and the entire Pier 70 series is sitting on my Top Recommendations list now.  I cannot recommend this book and series highly enough, and every M/M romance fan will want this book and whole series in their personal library.  This story is meant for readers 18+ for adult language and explicit M/M sexual content (um, yeah…probably not a wise idea to read while at work…just sayin’).













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Kiss, Marry, Kill
Iron Clad Security #1
By: Sidney Halston
Releasing March 28, 2017
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Blurb

He's been chasing a memory . . .
It was just supposed to be a regular Thursday afternoon…and then he saw her. Sitting in seat L214, one seat over from his at the baseball game, right next to her douche of a soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend. An impromptu kiss for the kiss cam, and Jax knew his life would never be the same. Five years and a tour in Afghanistan later, Jax is back stateside running his own private security firm, Iron-Clad, with his best friend. He isn't the man he used to be... but Megan isn't the sexy and sweet, though sheltered, twenty-two-year-old he left behind, either. And she's in trouble.
...but now they're on the run.
Megan Cruz has made something of herself. She’s turned her dreams of pop stardom into a reality. But when a deadly stalker breaks into her home claiming to be her number-one fan, the only person she can turn to is the boy who got away. But Jax isn’t the same carefree charmer who stole her heart, then broke it when he joined the military. This man is seductive, hard, guarded. And he'll do anything to protect what's his.

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He stuffed the last bite of food into his mouth. 
“You know what this means, right?” 
“What?” 
“We have to do five fun things for you while we do five boring things for me.” 
“I don’t remember agreeing to that.” 
“So you don’t want to do five fun things?”
Megan pushed her plate back, no longer hungry. She felt emboldened, and this time she leaned over and reached for the lock of hair by his eye and pushed hit back, needing to see those sexy green eyes. “With you? Yes, I think I do,” she said, her voice a little thicker, a little lower, and her eyes never leaving his. 
It was time sweet sheltered Megan had some fun.


Author Info

USA Today bestselling author, Sidney Halston lives her life with one simple rule: "Just Do It"--Nike. And that's exactly what she did.

After working hard as an attorney, Sidney picked up a pen for the first time at thirty years old to begin her dream of writing. Having never written anything other than very exciting legal briefs, she found an outlet for her imaginative, romantic side and wrote Seeing Red. That first pen stroke sealed the deal, and she fell in love with writing. Sidney lives in South Florida with her husband and children. She loves her family above all else, and reading follows a close second. When she's not writing, you can find her reading and reading and reading. She's a reader first and a writer second. When she's not writing or reading, her life is complete and utter chaos, trying to balance family life with work and writing (and reading). But she wouldn't have it any other way. 



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