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Flirting with the Stranger
Gia Stevens
Publication date: March 20th 2023
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

Have you ever mistaken a guy for a stripper and had a scorching hot one-night stand with him only to find out he’s your new boss? No? Just me?

The first time I met Van, I was instantly drawn to his charismatic smile and stunning good looks as I shoved dollar bills into his waistband.

The second time I saw Van, he walked into my bakery as the new owner and boss. That time, I kept my dollars to myself.

But there’s a problem, owning a bakery wasn’t his choice and all he wants is to sell. Somehow, I need to persuade him to keep the business, so I can keep my dream job. When he admits he doesn’t know the difference between “frosting” and “icing,” I realize I have my work cut out for me.

With each passing day, our chemistry ignites like a chocolate flambé. But it’s a distraction I don’t need. I know from experience that when I wish for everything, I end up with nothing.

Van’s young and irresponsible, he can’t possibly know anything about running a bakery or falling in love. But he’s determined to prove me wrong.

It turns out he has a few cupcakes up his sleeve that just might satisfy my sweet tooth.

Flirting with the Stranger is a reverse age gap, strangers to lovers, one night stand, boss/employee romantic comedy with a hero who has a real sweet tooth for something besides cupcakes. Be prepared to laugh-out-loud one minute and swoon the next in this steamy standalone romance.

 

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EXCERPT:

“Finally, you’re here.”

“Oh. Um.” Play it cool, Van. Don’t let the hot girl get you tongue tied. “Of course, where else would I be?” I flash her a dimpled smile.

“No, seriously. You’re an hour late. The least you could’ve done was call. We have a group of girls who are ready to see you take your clothes off. Let’s go.” Her dainty fingers wrap around

my wrist. The warm contact sends a current of electricity coursing through my body as she tugs me up the stairs.

“Wait.” I plant my feet. “What are you talking about? Take my clothes off? I think I deserve dinner before I get naked.” I flash her a seductive smile.

“Dinner? Are you kidding? We weren’t told we had to feed you.” She drops my hand and rests it on her hip. “Look, we have a thousand dollars for you plus tips, if you’re good, to take your clothes off and shake your ass while we all ooh and ahh over your ripped abs. You have ripped abs, right?” She lifts the hem of my shirt, exposing my hard six pack. “Oh yes, that’ll do.” Her gaze lingers on my exposed stomach for a few extra seconds before she reluctantly drops the fabric. “So, are you coming or am I calling your boss to tell him you won’t do your job?”

Fuck. She thinks I’m a stripper for her party. But it pays a thousand dollars plus tips. Since I’m jobless, I could use the cash. I wager the battle in my head for a split second and, fuck it. First time for everything. “Lead the way.”

She spins around and climbs the stairs, the shimmering sequins on the ass of her dress hypnotizing as her hips sway back and forth. As the giggles and laughter grow louder, I second guess myself. I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve gotten naked before, just never with more than one girl watching.

“Our entertainment has arrived!” the bombshell announces to her friends.

 

Author Bio:

Gia Stevens resides in the up north of Minnesota. She lives for the warm, sunny days of summer and dreads the bitter cold of winter. A romantic comedy junkie at heart, she knew she wanted her own stories to encompass those same feelings.

When she’s not busy writing your next book boyfriend, Gia can be found playing in her vegetable garden, watching reruns of The OC and Gossip Girl, or curled up with a good book.

 

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Filthy Punk
Saint Bryde
Publication date: March 15th 2023
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Romance

Neve

The one thing my overbearing mother can’t control is my online presence. On NSFW Twitter, I can explore my sexuality and express a side of myself no one else knows—except Zombi. I’ve never even seen a picture of him, but I can imagine him through his texts. Dark, dirty, and commandeering, he’s covered in piercings and listens to the Cranberries. He is a safe space in which I can be accept for who I am.

But I never expected that Zombi would be the very punk my mother has always warned me against, Dominic, someone who I haven’t seen since my adolescence. A holiday dinner turns into a tense and humiliating event. How can I get pay back and make Dominic feel as tortured and turned on as I feel?

Zombi

I’ve been estranged from my family for the last six years, and when my sister’s begging me to come home for a dinner party, I have no intention of going. My band’s just made a huge mistake and I need a distraction. But Neve Bellmere will be there, and I’m in the mood to make a prissy girl like her squirm because she is just as jaded and fake as the rest of my family.

When I discover Neve is the same girl who sends me lewds, this night can only end with her in my bed. But will she want me after how mean I’ve been to her? Or does she love the humiliation?

Note: Filthy Punk is an insta love OTT erotic romance with little plot, so if you’re looking for a quick spicy read this is for you! You can find content warnings on the author’s website.

 

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EXCERPT:

My phone screen lit up from the little compartment under the stereo, and I almost ignored it.

From my vantage point, I saw Princess_4u’s name, and my heart raced. NSFW Twitter was a godsend because I could indulge in fantasies I’d never participate in in real life. Princess was the quintessential goodie two shoes in the way she dressed: conservative, never giving too much away in her dirty pictures she sent me. But our online relationship had expanded to conversations and occasional sexts.

Point being, I was obsessed with her.

I didn’t have much to go by, but I imagined it was Princess grinding on my lap, in her ripped stockings and soft cotton underwear. I raked my hands down her back before reaching her ass, holding her against me as I dominated her sweet little mouth. If we weren’t in a car, I’d have my way with her tied and bound, unable to move and only able to writhe under the unrelenting pleasure I’d give her till she was on the verge of passing out.

 

Author Bio:

Saint writes spicy contemporary romance that gravitates to the dark side, and loves bad boy punks obsessed with their innocent heroines. When she’s not writing she likes helping out at her local animal shelter, watching anime, or playing video games. You can find content warnings, mailing list sign up, and social media on her website: https://author-0sydft.mailerpage.io

 

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Finally a week that I don’t have to hang my head in shame and admit that I fail at self restraint. I do actually fail at self restraint I just don’t need to admit it this week with only adding five new titles to my ever towering TBR! 🤣

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New additions from Netgalley Mar 12th – Mar 19th

From the New York Times bestselling author of the Reese’s Book Club Pick The Other Woman comes an electrifying new novel of suspense that begs the question: Would you tell a story, if you knew it was a lie? Or tell the truth and sleep at night?

For Stella, deputy editor of The Globe, the choice has always been clear. It doesn’t matter how low she has to stoop—getting the best story is what she’s built her reputation on.

For Jess, The Globe’s rookie reporter, the story stops when the truth does. But she knows that the dirty tricks of the tabloids will be hard to overturn.

And when a celebrity is hounded by The Globe and pays the ultimate price, Jess wonders just how much Stella and the paper are responsible. Determined to show the world what the tabloid is capable of, Jess will do whatever it takes to uncover the truth, but she needs to watch her back, because someone else is prepared to kill to bury it.

EVERYONE HAS A PRICE. WHAT’S HERS?

An unputdownable locked-room thriller about family, trust, and survival from the acclaimed author of the “utterly thrilling” (Lisa Jewell, #1 New York Times bestselling author) First Born.

When Caz steps onboard the exclusive cruise liner RMS Atlantica, it’s the start of a vacation of a lifetime with her new love, Pete. On their first night they explore the ship, eat, dance, make friends, but when Caz wakes the next morning, Pete is missing.

And when she walks out into the corridor, all the cabin doors are open. To her horror, she soon realizes that the ship is completely empty. No passengers, no crew, nobody but her. The Atlantica is steaming into the mid-Atlantic and Caz is the only person on board. But that’s just the beginning of the terrifying journey she finds herself trapped on in this white-knuckled mystery.

A movie production brings drama—and murder—to a close-knit New England village, forcing Riley Rhodes to scoop out the suspects.

Former CIA librarian and amateur sleuth Riley Rhodes is loving her fresh start as the manager of the Udderly Delicious Ice Cream Shop. The leaves are turning, tourists are leaf-peeping, and Penniman, Connecticut is putting finishing touches on the weekend long Halloween Happening. But the village is also buzzing. Former child star Cooper Collins is overseeing the production of a romantic comedy that’s filming on the town green and his domineering socialite mother, Diantha, is planning her lavish Halloween themed wedding at her Inn on the Green. Her fiancé has run the Inn’s kitchen for years, ably aided by his recent ex-wife, chef Mary Ann Dumas. An old friend of Riley’s, Mary Ann turns to her when the bride requests a spooky ice cream wedding cake.

But the weekend takes a frightful turn when Diantha is found dead and suspicion falls on Mary Ann. The cast of potential suspects is long—each wedding guest had a chilling motive to kill the vicious heiress. Can Riley unmask the murderer before another guest ends up on ice?

Will a tropical escape lead to a perfect romance?

It was meant to be the holiday of a lifetime for Samantha: the launch of her travel blog, her best friend’s wedding and – hopefully – her own marriage proposal. Until she finds herself on her way to Tobago – single.

Disillusioned with his corporate job on Wall Street, Roman is starting afresh in Tobago. He doesn’t need a distraction, especially in the form of a a free-spirited travel blogger. But something about Samantha intrigues him.

As romance blossoms, Roman and Samantha must learn to risk their hearts. But when secrets are revealed, their new relationship is put in jeopardy. Now Samantha and Roman must decide what they really want. They came to Tobago to find themselves, but could finding each other be what they needed all along?

Set in the world’s most exciting city, this new cozy mystery promises photo taking fun, New York glamour—and satisfying sleuthing featuring up-and-coming photographer Liv Spyer, a millennial with a keen eye for crime, who is sure to charm readers who are young and young at heart.
 
 Liv Spyers hits the big time when she lands a photography assignment with Grammy Award-winning pop star, the one and only Bisa. A huge fan, Liv is extra thrilled that her new boyfriend, Harry, will escort her to the glamorous premiere of Bisa’s debut movie. But when Bisa’s estranged sister, Courtney, threatens to turn the photo-op into a PR disaster, Liv goes after her—only to turn to camera lens on herself when Courtney winds up dead. With all eyes on Liv, her star-studded career is suddenly on the verge of being cancelled . . .
 
Bisa is leaning hard on Liv to catch her sister’s killer—while she and her flirtatious entourage are wreaking havoc on Liv’s relationship with Harry. Now the best Liv can hope for is that her most famous photo doesn’t turn out to be her own mugshot. And that she can save herself—and Harry—before the killer strikes again . . .

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Hearthstone Queen
A.C. Melody
(Midgard Úlfrinn, #2)
Publication date: March 15th 2023
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Corbyn’s worst fears come true when they strike at his mate from the one place he never saw coming. Fearing for Reyna’s life, he rushes her to the Elders, only to end up on their healing table next. After back-to-back horrors, Reyna knows she has to make a crucial decision that will change their lives forever… and possibly save them.

But fate immediately puts that to the test, drawing them right into enemy territory, where Reyna finally learns what’s become of Jesse and gets an unexpected audience with Úlfrinn Royalty. Just when they’ve found hope, their world gets shaken by a terrifying homecoming of bloodshed and betrayal. As they face off with the evidence of Fenrisúlfr’s return—and a living Nightmare—they can no longer deny the truth.

War has already begun.

 

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EXCERPT:

“Corbyn Bruschard, you get your ass back in here.”

“Sorry, babe, can’t do that right this second,” he called back.

Oooh, he sounds so freaking smug!

Glaring holes into the wall between them, Reyna crawled off the bed and found that her thigh muscles were attached to the weakness keeping her miserably needy. She’d just had an explosive, albeit interesting, orgasm. So, why did her body feel like it was still hanging on the brink?

Reyna chalked it up to lingering effects that would eventually fade and began searching for her clothes. She ground her teeth every time she moved wrong and sent more tingling pulses of yearning through her core.

Once she slipped her panties on, she felt a little better. Then, she slid into Corbyn’s dress shirt and buried her nose in the collar for a deep inhale as she left the room.

Wandering into the kitchen, she pushed on one of the refrigerated drawers and smiled when it turned out to be the right one. Bypassing the beer, Reyna grabbed a bottle of water, impressed to find it was glass rather than plastic. Corbyn was an Eco-conscience architect. The man never stopped surprising her, and she was beginning to look forward to that.

Reyna turned and jumped to find him standing at the end of the island counter watching her, his hands tucked into the pockets of gray, drawstring pajama pants.

“Do you have to do that?” she complained with a hand over her racing heart.

Her gaze traced Corbyn’s inked muscles and the mouthwatering cut of his hips that disappeared into the low ride of his pants. The only hair on his torso was the faint dusting of dark gold starting just under his navel, and her mouth flooded because she knew precisely where it led. The ache between her legs intensified. He was so damn yummy.

“Yes,” he answered, a slight smile playing at the corners of his sexy mouth.

Her observation had been a quick sweep. Corbyn’s gaze seduced her. That was the only way to describe the slow, nearly tangible study he took of her entire body. Reyna’s skin shivered, and her nipples beaded under the crisp fabric of his shirt.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked, attempting haughtiness.

“Immensely.” He smiled. “I’m certainly enjoying the way you look in my shirt. Then again, I doubt there’s anything you couldn’t make appear inappropriate. Like it came from a sex shop instead of a tailor.”

Reyna’s neck and cheeks heated. Damn him.

Corbyn stepped closer, invading her space while daring her to move away.

“Ever been inside of a sex shop, Reyna?”

Her face blushed even brighter.

Fold, girl, give up. You’re no match.

“No.”

His hands remained in his pockets, yet she felt the tease of him, nonetheless. “They’re remarkably enlightening.”

“I bet.”

Corbyn grinned, running his bottom lip through his teeth as he studied her with something close to smugness in his eyes.

“How are you feeling?”

Reyna shouldn’t have been surprised to hear him admit to leaving her needy on purpose, but she almost narrowed her eyes and demanded that he fix it. Instead, she shrugged, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Fine,” she lied, taking a sip of her water. Reyna tilted the bottle toward him since he’d watched her movements. “Thirsty?”

Accepting it, Corbyn downed half the contents without taking his eyes off her.

“Mmm, thanks,” he said, licking and sucking on his lips as if it had been liquid ambrosia instead. Handing it back to Reyna, he kissed her on the forehead. “I’m starving.”

Reyna’s vision blurred as he stalked past her. She imagined strangling him and kissing him, but not necessarily in that order.

“Hungry?” he asked.

Yes. “Not really.”

The hollow ache between her legs was almost unbearable, causing her thigh muscles to flex. If she could just squeeze her legs together really tight… Reyna almost gave in to that idea until she realized how ridiculous it would look, on top of giving Corbyn exactly what he was watching for. And he was watching.

I’m going to kill him. Wait, I’ll jump him first, then I’ll kill him.

The thought brought a smile to her face.

“Something you’d like to share?”

“Nope.” She quirked a brow at him in amusement, and that’s when she noticed what he was dishing up. “Ooh, ice cream?”

“You said you weren’t hungry—”

“I’m always hungry for ice cream,” she cut him off, her tone mildly chastising as if he should already know that.

With a chuckle, he shook his head. “So, I heard,” he said, moving to the cupboard to get another bowl. “Though, we should discuss your habit of stealing others’—”

“Thanks.” She flashed a sweet smile over her shoulder as she left the kitchen with the bowl he’d already dished up for himself.

Reyna had to swallow her laughter at his shocked expression as he looked from her to the counter where his bowl had just been.

 

Author Bio:

A.C. Melody is an author of all things Erotic Romance who doesn’t believe in skimping on the dirty details. A mass consumer of coffee and books, she prefers one a little darker than the other. She has a weakness for hard ass Alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts, without damaging their rough edges.

Hailing from the Pacific Northwest, A.C. is the mother of two young men, and honorary mom for more young adults than she can count. Outside of writing, she enjoys gaming, binge-watching Netflix, and pretending she has a green thumb.

 

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Title: I Love it When You Lie

Author: Kristen Bird

Publisher: MIRA

Publication Date: March 14, 2023

Page Count: 325

My rating: 4 stars

About the book:

The Williams women don’t just keep secrets…

They bury them.

The three Williams girls are as close as sisters can be, and they also share one special trait in common: each of them has a man in her life that she could do without.

Tara, the pastor’s wife, has been stealing money from the church and would prefer that her husband stay out of it. Then there’s June, who would do anything to have a baby of her own, even if her husband is dead set against it. Clementine, the youngest, is entangled in an affair with her professor, a man whose behavior she’s starting to seriously question. Their sister-in-law Stephanie, an outsider, knows all the family dirt and is watching the three of them—and the men in their lives—closely.

When the woman who raised them, their beloved Gran, dies on the eve of her eightieth birthday, the Williams sisters return home to the Appalachian foothills to bury her. But their grandmother won’t be the only one they’ll put in a grave this weekend…because now someone has gone missing in the dark Appalachian woods.

And if Gran has taught them anything, it’s how to get rid of a good-for-nothin’ man.

“Exceptional…. This tale of sisterhood is un-put-downable.”
—Publishers Weekly, starred review

“A wicked blend of family secrets, sibling resentment and small-town ways. Wondering how to get away with murder? The Williams sisters know.”
—Lisa Gardner, #1 New York Times bestselling author

“Irresistible and compulsive, this book is packed full of surprises.”
—Samantha Downing, internationally bestselling author of My Lovely Wife

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Excerpt:

The Sheriff’s Office in Willow Gap, AlabamaOne Week After

STEPHANIE

It would’ve been a touching moment except for the reality of the grave at their feet. Gran’s grave. I shiver just thinking about the three Williams sisters standing in the family cemetery, their arms entwined, gazing up at the sunrise, all that cool Alabama clay piled beside them, their fingernails packed with the red earth, the stench of what they’d done in their nostrils. It was Decoration Sunday, the one day of the year when the entire family descended on Gran’s property to pay respect to the dead and gossip about those still living.

Tara, June, and Clementine Williams are my sisters-in-law. For so long, I’ve waited for the day that their little coven would topple some man’s ivory tower. Now that the time has come, I realize that each of us has a man that we might be better off without, but only one of us is lucky enough to have actually rid ourselves of him. 

Four men: a preacher, a doctor, a professor, and a mayor. One goes missing. It’s like our own little Willow Gap edition of Clue. How charming.

Sheriff Brady Dean, his badge shining in the interrogation lights, brings me back to the moment at hand, the moment of reckoning. The aged sheriff wants to know what I know, wants me to spill all the whys, whens, wheres, and hows of the Williams sisters over the past forty-eight hours.

“I’m sure you know why you’re here, Mrs. Williams.” The words emerge like a sigh. He’s been after this family for more than thirty years, ever since he was first elected. Poor guy. Must be exhausted.

I meet the sheriff eye to eye, tapping my recently painted nails—Los Angeles Latte, the dark bottle of polish had read—against the metal table in the claustrophobic office where he’s brought me for questioning. Not that I’m the one in trouble here.

My husband, Walker Williams, knew Sheriff Dean before Walker and I ever met and married a decade ago. Some say ours was a Yankee seduction, but I don’t care. Walker has been the mayor now for eight years, and they have to put up with me, the damn Yank in their midst.

I think of my three children—Walker Jr. and Auggie and Bella—their features too much like my husband’s. They’re fine, I remind myself. They’re with the nanny while I’m here tying up all of the loose ends. I shake my head to dislodge their faces from my mind. It’s important that I focus. I must get this right.

“Call me Ms. Chadrick. Or Stephanie. I’ll be using my maiden name soon enough,” I tell the sheriff.

Sheriff Dean clears his throat, and I follow his eyes to my hand. I’m still wearing my massive diamond, the one Walker bought for our last anniversary. To ten years, baby, and a lifetime more, he’d said as he slipped it on my finger in our Nashville hotel room. I’m not planning to part with my jewelry just because my husband can’t keep his dick in his pants.

I blink innocently at the sheriff and twist my ring around, pressing the stone into my palm until it bites. “I’m here to tell you what I saw after Gran Williams’s funeral. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes’m.” The sheriff lets out a heavy breath that reaches all the way down to the gut hanging over his belt. “I know these women are your husband’s sisters, but we’re hoping…”

“Soon to be ex-husband,” I fire back, reminding him once again.

“Fine. As I was saying, we’re hoping you’ll be willing to give us an account of the movement of your sisters-in-law these past few days. With a missing person, time is of the essence.”

He gives me one of those indulgent smiles saved only for a wronged woman. He knows about my cheating bastard of a spouse, and I breathe, reminding myself again that I’m in good company. Jackie O., Eleanor Roosevelt, Hillary—all of these fine ladies were cheated on by their infamous yet politically savvy husbands. Remembering them makes it easier for me to deal with the fact that everyone knows about Walker and his lying ways.

When I first moved here from DC, I thought my new husband and his town were adorable, quaint even. As I prepared for Walker’s bid for mayor, I even got a kick out of researching its history at the local library, trying to understand the place where generations of Walker’s family had lived for so long.

Alabama. Some historians say the word is from a Native American language and means “tribal town” or “vegetation gatherers.” My favorite definition of the word, though, was penned by one Alexander Beauford Meek, a highly unreliable 

source, but isn’t that what history is made of? Mr. Meek said that the word means “here we rest.” Alabama: here we rest. It’s deliciously spooky, isn’t it? Like something from one of those Faulkner stories I couldn’t get enough of in college.

To be fair though, my problem isn’t actually with the great state of Alabama. It’s with these people, this town, this family. They forget so easily that I’m a part of them now, for better or worse. They forget that I know where all the bodies are buried, and I’m not just talking about their kinfolk in the family cemetery a couple hundred yards down the hill from Gran’s house.

The sheriff clears his throat and tries again. “As I was sayin’, we’re hopin’ you can give us a clearer account of who all was there and what exactly went on, so we can understand what led to our missing person. He’s an important man, a good man, and the last time anyone laid eyes on him was Saturday evening a few hours after the funeral at Gran Williams’s cabin.”

Our missing person. There’s something so possessive in the phrase. I almost giggle, realizing that this man is handing me my chance on a silver platter, an opportunity to expose every inch of the Williams family drama.

“Sheriff, ask me any question, and I’ll tell you exactly what you want to hear.” I cross my legs and study my cuticles. “Although, if you want to know the whole truth, you need to go a lot further back than the past few days.”

I take a sip of the coffee he brought me earlier and stretch my arms in front of me as if preparing for a catnap. I wonder if the sheriff realizes just how far back he needs to reach, how far down he needs to dig until he hits something like the truth.

The sheriff nods at me to continue, and I notice again the plump circles hanging under his eyes. He sneezes into the crook of his arm and settles in for the real reason why people involved with the Williams family might just disappear.

I sit up straighter. “All right, then. Let’s start with the dead one.”

Excerpted from I Love It When You Lie. Copyright © 2023 by Kristen Bird. Published by MIRA Books.

I Love it When You Lie by Kristen Bird is a domestic drama with an edge of suspense to the story. I was expecting more thriller in this one but it does land way over on the family drama side instead. The story in I Love it When You Lie is also one that is told by changing the point of view between the characters.

The story surrounds all of the Williams women as Pearl Williams, the grandmother of the family, passes away right before her eightieth birthday. Tara is the wife of a pastor that does things her own way regardless of what the church or anyone else would think. June wants nothing more than having a child but her husband is not as adamant about parenthood as June. Clementine just won’t admit that her relationship isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Then there’s their sister in law Stephanie who is right there with all the families secrets.

Even though I Love it When You Lie by Kristen Bird wasn’t what I was really expecting when I picked this one up it still was a good story that kept my attention. I found myself thinking of this one more as what I refer to as a popcorn read, one that you munch on your snack and wait for the secrets to unfold. The characters were not necessarily likable but certainly got up to some shenanigans that kept the pages turning. After finishing I’d certainly be willing to read more by this author in the future.

I received an advance copy from the publisher via NetGalley

About the author:

Kristen Bird lives outside of Houston, Texas with her husband and three daughters. She earned her bachelor’s degree in music and mass media before completing a master’s in literature. She teaches high school English and writes with a cup of coffee in hand. In her free time, she likes to visit parks with her three daughters, watch quirky films with her husband and attempt to keep pace with her rescue lab-mixes. 

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