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Tuesday, June 30, 2020

#AudiobookTour: What I'm Looking For by Karen Grey; #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #TBR, #Audiobook, #Live, #Review

by Karen Grey
Rating: 4.5 Stars

Disclosure of Material Connection:  I received this book for review from Blackstone Audio and the author.  I was not compensated nor was I required to write a positive review.  The opinions I have expressed are my own.  I am posting this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255:  "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising". 


Recipe for a Boston Classic Cocktail: one part finance geek, one part starving actor, two shots of stubborn and a healthy squeeze of passion. Shake well and serve in a vintage glass.

When Kate Bishop walks into Boston’s famous Bull and Finch pub, all she’s looking for is one guy from her investment firm that she can trust to have her back—a tall order. With a salesman at her side, maybe stage fright won’t paralyze her completely when she presents her meticulously prepared research to clients. And maybe she can save her job.

Romance is the last thing on her to-do list, but a meet-cute with a Shakespeare-quoting bartender has her speculating on the value of diversifying her life portfolio.

Will Talbot is not a fan of the slick financiers who cram into his bar after each day’s closing bell. With their calls for Harvey Wallbangers and their Hermès ties, they’re all the same.

Except for a certain beautiful, buttoned-up brunette with fire in her eyes and a storm in her heart. They’re totally wrong for each other. He should be focusing on his upcoming audition, not coaching Kate on how to act like she's a bona fide member of the Gordon Gekko club.

Problem is, they can’t seem to stay away from each other.

The course of true love never did run smooth, but in this 1980's sweet-and-sexy rom-com, returns on love can’t be measured on the S&P 500.


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"This is my first book by Karen Grey and I’m hooked." – Rachel, Rellim Reads blog

“Kate and Will share a sizzling attraction and complex connection, giving me all the feels in this timeless romance.” – Jen, That’s What I’m Looking For blog

“Set within the Boston theater community and the (equally dramatic) world of high-stakes consulting, Grey’s wry, charming, and compulsively readable first novel demonstrates that, when it comes to romance, falling in love is only the beginning.” — Dana Sachs, author of The Secret of the Nightingale Palace
“Set in the 1980s, this funny yet warmhearted character-driven tale checks all the boxes for classy contemporary romance while providing the longed-for ‘something different’ readers seek out. It’s smart. It’s sexy. It’s sophisticated romance at its best.” Lea Hensley, co-founder of Audiogals blog

My Thoughts:

This story had me laughing quite a bit. Will Talbot's roommates almost had me laughing out loud and I didn't care where I was or who might be listening - want inspiration, think PBS cooking series The Food Flirts. There was a time or two when I would start talking to Kate Bishop. Sad thing is that I got the impression that she wasn't listening to me. Will was a generous man - I'm not talking about money.

Both narrators kept me well entertained. They made it very easy to tune everything out and just enjoy them bringing the characters to life. The sad part is that the roommates seemed to steal every scene they appeared in. On Kate's side, I enjoyed her running partner. The one thing that took me a little while to get used to is a sound effect that you will hear every so often. At the beginning I wasn't sure if it was something wrong with my iPod - sometimes I'm just a little slow.

Slow or not didn't stop me from listening or enjoy getting to know our main characters. Another issue I had is thinking of this as a historical read. But then when you think about the time period and things that are missing since they haven't been invented yet just makes me feel old. That's just another reason to have me laughing. I don't feel that it's that many years ago until I do the math - that just makes me feel older.

Will made me feel older too. Partly because of the quotes he uses and his profession. In high school I had the privilege to go to the American Shakespeare Festival Theatre and watch a play for an English class. And as I reminisce about that time, I remember how many years ago that was and then I realize that Will's too young for me - but one can always dream.

Would I listen to this book again? Yes. Would I read this book? Yes. Would I read more by this author? Yes. Would I listen to more work done by our narrators? Yes to both. I want to see where all of them will take me next.


By the time five thirty rolls around, the cubicles around me are silent. The boys have long since decamped to the bar. I run a hand over the stack of 10Qs I’m in the process of distilling into recommendations that need to be on Roland’s desk before I leave tonight.

If I had the balls to dazzle a roomful of institutional investors all by myself, I could just blow off the sales crew. Unfortunately, I lack them, both literally and figuratively.

Straightening my piles one last time, I give them a goodbye pat. “Don’t worry my pretties. I’ll be back soon.” I’ll just have one drink, play nice and then treat myself to takeout from the new Indian place on the way back. I’ll still be able to finish up and make it home tonight by ten. Eleven at the latest.

Walking the short few blocks to the Bull and Finch in the brisk spring air clears my head and buoys my morale. I can do this. I already have my choices narrowed down to three: Skinny Brad, Mustache Mark or Short Steve. I swear Rhodes Wahler only hires men with the names Brad, Mark or Steve. To keep them straight, I give them labels.

As I wait for the light to change, I must be positioned where they filmed the opening credits for Cheers, because my view of the bar looks exactly like it does on TV, from the big white awnings to the wrought iron gate. Maybe there’ll be a cute bartender like Woody to make me a drink.

Unfortunately, when I step inside it’s a different story. A few patrons resembling Cliff and Norm hug one end of the bar, but young people in suits fill every other nook and cranny. The Rhodes Wahler guys are predictably loud, so I find them quickly.

Turns out he wasn’t kidding about the bet. As soon as the Brad/Mark/Steves spot me, a chorus goes up—half cheers, half groans. Fortunately they’re quickly distracted by whatever game’s on, and I escape to get my token drink.

On my way to the bar, Hot Steve slips me a wad of cash. Halfway through counting it, a warm, resonant voice catches my attention. “What’ll you have?”

“Um.” A sweaty mug of beer rests on the bar to my right. That’d make me sleepy. To the left, a pink drink sparkles. I point at it. “I’ll have that, please.”

A cheer draws my attention back to the guys and I go over my checklist. I’ll have to spend a significant amount of time traveling with this partner, so I should definitely evaluate each candidate for bad breath or BO. I wish I could get a hold of their driving records and, at the very least, see if they have DUIs.

Movement behind the bar has me sliding a five across and reaching for the glass that appears in its stead. Bubbles float up through pink liquid, sparkling in the low light. At the stem’s base, long fingers and a wide palm press into the wood. I attempt to lift the glass. It does not budge. Clearly, I am not going to win this tug of war.

My gaze roves up a corded forearm to a bulging bicep to wide shoulders to a square jaw stubbled with a Don Johnson—like five o’clock shadow and clear blue eyes lit with challenge.

I nod to the money still on the bar. “Is the drink more than five bucks?”

Full lips press together. The glass keeper shakes his head slowly. “No. I’m just not convinced that this is what you really want.”

Oh, for goodness sake. I force a smile as well as a friendly tone. “Isn’t the customer always right?”

Left hand still on the wineglass, he leans on his right elbow and rests his chin on his palm. “That’s what they say. But when you ordered, it seemed like you really wanted something else.”

“Oh, I get it. You just want to hear me ask for a sex on the beach or a sloe comfortable screw. Or is this some kind of up-sell strategy?”

He straightens, hands up, palms facing me. “If that white zin spritzer”—his words drip with distaste—“is what you’re looking for, take it. If not, I’ll make you something else, no additional charge.”

I grip the edge of the bar. How did this get so complicated? “Okay, you’re right. I just saw what”—I lean in, lower my voice and tip my head in the direction of the sparkly- bloused woman to my left, whose bangs arch over her forehead in a fashion that must’ve taken an inordinate amount of time, effort and hairspray to achieve—“she was having and copied her.”

I raise a hand to stop him from whisking the spritzer away and tip my head toward the Rhodes Wahler boys. “I’m just here to do a little face time, act like one of the guys. But then I have to go back to the office and work.”

I make myself smile to soften my bitchy tone. “It doesn’t really matter if I like the drink or not because I’m only going to hold it and then use it to water that plant over there every once in a while.” Swallowing the rest of my rant, I slide the five back over the bar and raise the wine glass. “So, thank you for your concern and keep the change.”

“Hold on.” His firm command pins my feet to the floor and freezes the glass on the way to my mouth. “That wine spritzer is not what you need.”

Just like my S.O.B. ex-boyfriend and really every man I seem to encounter, he obviously thinks he knows better. “It doesn’t matter. Like I told you, I’m just going to pretend to drink it.”

“Whether you drink it or the plant does, the spritzer is not going to work. Give it back.”

“Okaaay. Don’t have a cow.” I set the glass on the bar and cross my arms. “Sheesh.”

He points at me. “Wait here. Do not leave.”

“I said okay.” It’s like I’m on a schoolyard, fighting with a little boy I have a crush on. Not that I have a crush on this guy. There is something about him that has me wondering if I should take my sex drive out for a spin for a change, but I don’t have time for crushes.

Anyway, what’s wrong with ordering a wine spritzer? Isn’t that what women drink these days? Curiosity has me craning my neck to watch what he’s creating. I swear I’m not trying to check him out, but he’s bent over getting something out of a cooler, so I admire the view. Faded Levi’s hug blue-chip glutes like they’re made for each other.

This guy isn’t a sharp-suited swaggering Hot Steve. Instead, he moves with an easy confidence. When he straightens to pour a series of liquids into a glass, his wrist flipping bottles theatrically, I note an even distribution of muscle. Not rangy like a runner, not bulky like a body builder. He’s kind of a JFK Jr. with blue eyes. He’s actually even better looking than JFK Jr., if you can believe it.

He spins to grab a lemon and a knife, shoulders bobbing in time with U2. Bono still hasn’t found what he’s looking for. Just like me. Even so, I’m not sure this bartender is my type. He seems to enjoy standing out in a crowd with his paisley vest over a white button-down and a striped tie loosened at his neck.

Drink in hand, he turns my way, and my heart races around the perimeter of my ribcage. The last time I had this kind of reaction to a guy had to have been during Reagan’s first term. I dive into my handbag and pretend to search for something, hoping to hide the look of lust on my face.

“Try this.” Invitation colors the rich tones of his voice in a way that is not at all irritating.

“You really didn’t have to go to all that trouble.” I’m talking to the bottom of my purse, but he’s waiting for me to take the glass. So I do my best to get things under control before reaching for the drink. Apparently my best isn’t enough, as is too often the case. I literally lose my grip and some of the drink sloshes onto the bar.

I reach for a napkin. “Ugh, I’m such a dweeb.”

“No problem, I’ve got it.” Calmly and efficiently he grabs a rag, wipes the glass and then gently dries off my hand.

“All good?”

I nod. If only he knew how good. How to reallocate the frisky feelings stirred up by this goofily dressed guy? Maybe just focus on the drink. A thick-bottomed squat glass holds

ice and some sort of pale brown liquid that admittedly looks like the kind of thing a Brad/Mark/Steve would drink. “So, what is it?”

He leans on the polished mahogany bar. “It’s my own special recipe, developed for a customer who can’t drink alcohol anymore. It’s barley tea, bitters, and simple syrup with a lemon twist. A new-fashioned old fashioned.” His smile is proud. “You can look like you’re drinking like a big boy but not get drunk.”

My hand itches to touch the light sprinkling of hair on his forearm. Instead, I raise the glass and take a tiny sip.

“What do you think?”

“This is actually pretty good.” I take another gulp, hoping it’ll cool me down. “Thanks, uh...sorry, did you say your name?”

“Will. Will Talbot at your service.”

“Well, thank you very much, Will Talbot. You have provided excellent service. But—” Remembering the reason I’m here, I quickly check out the huddle of my coworkers. Thankfully, all eyes are still on the Celtics game. “This stays between us, right?”

He bows formally. “‘Be thou assured, if words be made of breath, and breath of life, I have no life to breathe what thou hast said to me.’”

“Come again?”

“It’s from Hamlet. What I mean is, I won’t reveal your secrets.” His smile reveals a dimple, but only on one side, making it somehow more winning than Hot Steve’s symmetrical ones.

I scan my stalled frontal lobe for an appropriate response. “Oh. Well. Thanks.”

Really, I should just walk away right now, cut my losses. I would, if his big blue eyes weren’t holding mine prisoner. The blue of the sky on a perfect spring day. A blue we’ll hopefully see here in Boston someday soon. It was a long, cold, lonely winter. All I want in this moment is to get closer to those eyes, to those wickedly grinning lips, and... and...

“Everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah, I was just distracted because...” Panicking, my eyes skitter from brow, to lips, to eyes, to dimple, to dark curly hair, each in and of itself not so special but in defiance of economic theory, the total effect far outweighs the sum of individual parts. Something shiny catches my eye. “Uh, that... thing, on your—you know...” English language, anyone? “Tie clip!”

He lifts his tie to peer at the pin. “It’s the logo for the Boys and Girls Club. I got it for volunteering with them for five years straight. I teach after-school classes at the South End Community Center with my company.”

“Ah.” Ever so articulate, I nod like a bobblehead doll bouncing on a bumpy road. Does he teach bartending to kids? Asking seems insane. “Um. Thanks for the special drink.”


I should move but I seem to have forgotten how.

“Oh, hey.” He slides a half sheet of paper across the bar toward me. “There’s a community volunteer event there this Saturday. You should come.”

Taking the flyer, I make myself break eye contact. “Cool beans.”

Cool beans? What a Joanie. Lifting my drink in salute, I head back to the Rhodes Wahler group, but I’m such a loser I can’t even manage walking. I catch my damn heel on the uneven flooring. With great effort, I keep the drink from spilling, but my lurch gives one of the Marks the excuse to swoop in.

“Whoa there, McFly! How many of those have you had?” Loud Mark hugs me roughly, his thumb brushing the side of my breast. “What a lightweight.”

I clamp my lips into a line. At least he didn’t—

And then he does. He smacks me on the butt. “But you’ve totally got a bodacious ass!”

Swallowing the retort I’d love to make, I glance back to the bartender. His spine stiff, he looks like he wants to pounce on Loud Mark. I roll my eyes dramatically to let him know it’s no big deal and allow myself to be literally manhandled across the room, even though it’s a little embarrassing that the cute bartender witnessed this particular asset bust.

Published by HOME COOKED BOOKS A division of Jasper Productions, LLC Copyright © 2020 by Karen Grey
All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America.


KAREN GREY is the pen name for award-winning narrator Karen White. A stage, screen and radio drama actor in Boston, New York and Los Angeles in the late 20th century, she started recording books in 1999. Now back in her home state of North Carolina, she shares a home with her family and (probably) too many pets, where she continues to narrate audiobooks as well as make up stories.



Audio Sample:  Karen White, Narrator
Audio Sample:  Joe Arden, Narrator


Joe Arden's narration has been described as "sensual," "sexy," and "hot." His recordings range from sweet and romantic to steamy and raw. In his spare time, Joe raises and trains rescue pitbulls and restores vintage motorcycles. Twitter @TheRealJoeArden


Karen White has been narrating audiobooks of all genres since 1999. Honored to be included in AudioFile Magazine’s Best Voices, she’s also a four-time Audie Finalist and has earned multiple AudioFile Earphones Awards and Library Journal starred reviews.

#ReleaseBlitz: Code Name: Ghost by Sawyer Bennett; #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #TBR, #Live, #Review

Code Name: Ghost 
Jameson Force Security, Book #5
Sawyer Bennett
Release Date: June 30, 2020
Rating:  4.5 Stars
Told in the first person.  Alternating persons.
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Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book for review from the author. I was not compensated nor was I required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am posting this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising".


I knew the risks of this job when I signed on with Jameson Force Security. Knew my time as a marine would prepare me for the danger I would face. But no amount of training could have ever prepared me for the helplessness of watching my teammates die, the agonizing mental and physical pain of torture, or the despair of captivity.

Returning home to Pittsburgh following a mission gone wrong, I am riddled with guilt and haunted by nightmares. I spend my days trying to regain the parts of myself I lost in that desert, the pieces that made me the Malik Fournier I once was. While the physical effects of my torture are fading, the emotional ones are proving much more stubborn and I find solace from the last person I should ever seek such comfort.

Anna Tate lost even more than I did in that mission. Now a widow and a single mom to the daughter she gave birth to shortly after her husband’s death, Anna offers me comfort I don’t deserve. As my feelings for Anna grow, I worry that once she learns the truth about what happened, she’ll turn her back on me.

I pull her to me just as tightly as I push her away. Hoping this forbidden love will save me from the ghost I’ve become.

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My Thoughts:

Malik Fournier starts the mystery right out of the gate.  One scene was pretty graphic which made me glad that I wasn’t eating anything at the time.  His story will tug at your heart.  Anna Tate is trying to be strong.  Her story may be a little similar to Malik’s because it will also pull at your heart.  Ghost sucked me in early on. It’s a perfect title since it glides so smoothly and effortlessly from scene to scene.  The problem for me was pulling an all-nighter or going to sleep so I could get up the next day and go to work.

I’ll let you figure out which one I wanted and which one I got.  You may just find yourself in the same pickle.  I hope that this book will give you an incentive to check out the rest of this series if you aren’t already following.  Maybe this will be the nudge you need to get that accomplished.  If you like a story that evokes a lot of emotion than this is one will give that to you.  This author creates the right combination to give her readers what they’re looking for and this series knocks it out of the park every single time.

First person is the best way to tell this story.  We need to be able to hear Malik’s thoughts and understand what’s he’s feeling in certain situations.  We’ll also need the same thing from Anna.  We need to be able to feel the bond that starts to form.  Getting it from someone else’s viewpoint would not give us the same impression.  This was also a great way to catch up with the people that form this security team and it also left me wanting more.  But I’m a little anxious because I have about four months to go.

About the Author:

New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author Sawyer Bennett uses real life experience to create relatable stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From contemporary romance, fantasy romance, and both women’s and general fiction, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.

A former trial lawyer from North Carolina, when she is not bringing fiction to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to her very adorable daughter, as well as full-time servant to her wonderfully naughty dogs.

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Candi Kane PR Presents: A Reckless Note by Lisa Renee Jones; #BlogTour, #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #TBR, #Live, #Review

The Brilliance Trilogy #1 
by Lisa Renee Jones
Release Date: June 23rd
Rating:  4.5 Stars
Told in the first person.

Disclosure of Material Connection:  I received this book for review from Candi Kane PR and the author.  I was not compensated nor was I required to write a positive review.  The opinions I have expressed are my own.  I am posting this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255:  "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising".


Passion, seduction, and my family’s secret that could change everything. I went looking for my missing brother, but instead, I found him: Kace August. He's dark. He's dangerous. He makes me want things I can’t have and brings me into a world of forbidden seduction. But I just can't seem to walk away.

Book one in the Brilliance Trilogy.


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My Thoughts:

The author has written a note to her readers.  It’s a little information that lets us know a little bit about her creativity/inspiration in writing this book.  She’s also created a Playlist for your enjoyment.

Aria gets us ready for what is to come.  There’s a mystery afoot and by having us listen to her thoughts I thought it was a great way to set things in motion.  Kace August is a man who leaves an impression.  As these two share scenes, you can start to feel a tension begin to build.

As I was getting to know him, I found myself getting more curious about the person behind his inspiration.  That was the point where I decided to get away from the author’s playlist and start listening to “Kace’s” music in the background.  If you’re the curious type, check out “Dangerous” on YouTube.

Our author is very good about taking our mind off the mystery she’s been building on.  You’ll find that when you least expect it that she’ll either give you a reminder or a hint – and sometimes a little bit of both.  There are also ties to a previous series.  It’s something you may want to investigate first.  If you don’t want to wait, that is in no way needed to enjoy this latest work.  But if you get curious as to who they are and what their story is than at the very least you can go back and check them out at a later time.  After all this is a mystery so why not get your Sherlock Holmes hat on and go investigate.

It seems as if Aria is our lone main character.  At times Kace seems as if he might be but then he seems to hide in the background just like a secondary character.  At times the mystery seems to have a bigger role than he does.  And that’s what makes this a great page-turner.  Then we have a second mystery as to how do all these characters seem to connect.  That makes for quite a puzzle and how good are you at putting the pieces together?  You may have to be patient though because sometimes a puzzle has a lot of pieces to it and after all this is only book one of a trilogy.

About the Series:

A Reckless Note (book one) – June 23, 2020

A Wicked Song (book two) – August 18, 2020

A Sinful Encore (book three) – September 22, 2020

About the Author:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series.

In addition to the success of Lisa's INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series.

Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women's Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

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Candi Kane PR Presents: Don't Break This Kiss; #AuthorFeature, #KylieScott, #ComingSoon, #TBR

Top Shelf Romance is bringing you the best modern classics of romance in Collection #5, DON’T BREAK THIS KISS, featuring FOUR bestselling books from authors Jessica Hawkins, Kylie Scott, Marni Mann, and Carrie Ann Ryan!

Don’t Break This Kiss will be releasing on July 7th!


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Betty Dawsey knows that breaking things off with Thom Lange is for the best. He’s nice, but boring, and their relationship has lost its spark. But steady and predictable Thom, suddenly doesn’t seem so steady and predictable when their condo explodes and she’s kidnapped by a couple of crazies claiming that Thom isn’t who he says he is.

Thom is having a hellish week. Not only is he hunting a double agent, but his fiancé dumped him, and thanks to his undercover life, she’s been kidnapped.

Turns out Thom is Operative Thom and he’s got more than a few secrets to share with Betty if he’s going to keep her alive. With both their lives on the line, their lackluster connection is suddenly replaced by an intense one. But in his line of work, feelings aren’t wanted or desired. Because feelings can be a lethal distraction.

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Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013, 2014, 2018, & 2019, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.

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InkSlinger PR Presents: L.O.V.E. by Krissy Daniels; #ReleaseBlitz, #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #TBR, #Live

Today we are sharing the exciting release for L.O.V.E. by Krissy Daniels! This is a contemporary romance, standalone title. You can purchase it now. Follow Krissy on Facebook for details.

by Krissy Daniels
A Contemporary Romance 
Coming June 30, 2020

Book Blurb:

Our relationship, mine and Cole’s, isn’t a simple one.
It’s complicated, frustrating and, at times, downright ugly.
You see, I fell for a man who couldn’t love me back.

Hard as I tried to avoid the dimpled prince of Seattle, life threw us together.
As much as we resisted temptation, he burrowed his way into my heart.
Sinful as our attraction was, our destinies were entwined.

Don’t worry. Ours is a love story, after all. I had no idea how our fairytale would play out, but one thing I knew for certain?

Fate had a twisted sense of humor, and she did not play fair.


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Krissy is a full time writer, avid reader, and lover of dark and dirty romance.
Growing up surrounded by the great outdoors, her childhood was full of adventure that fueled an overactive imagination and ignited a passion for storytelling. Whether it be dolls, or running free through the wooded areas surrounding her home, playtime always included a tormented villain, a damsel in distress and a larger than life hero.
After relentless encouragement from friends and family, she finally put the characters in her head to pen and paper. The only thing she loves more than curling up with a steamy romance novel, is cozying up to her desk and writing her own sexy adventures to share with others.


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