Thursday, March 30, 2017

Release Blitz: Just An Illusion The B Side by D. Kelly




Title: Just an Illusion - The B Side
Series: The Illusion #2
Author: D. Kelly
Genre: Contemporary/New Adult Romance
Release Date: March 30, 2017


Blurb

Three life-altering months …

That’s how long it’s been since Amelia Greyson joined the Just an Illusion Tour with Bastards and Dangerous. She’s made new friends, embraced her past, and even found love.

Back on the road …

Following a tragic situation, Amelia is determined to hit the road, put her life in order, and finish the book she was hired to write. Mel’s not the only one affected by what happened; the men of BAD are all trying to move forward, not wanting the past to ruin the remainder of their farewell tour. 

Brother vs Brother …

Tensions are high on the Weston brothers’ bus. As each brother settles into their role in Amelia’s life, secrets threaten to rip their relationship to shreds. Can Noah and Sawyer find a way to save the brotherly bond they share? Or will the woman of their dreams end up tearing them apart for good?








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Excerpt

Taking my wineglass and placing it on the table, he flashes me a megawatt smile. “Lie down, Mel,” he commands as he pulls his shirt off. The heated look in his eyes leaves no room for argument.

As soon as I’m in the proper position, Noah makes his way up my body. Starting with my feet, he caresses every bit of me he can get his hands on until he reaches my mouth.

“I missed you,” he whispers a breath away from my lips, my legs hitched over his hips.

“Did you?”

“Can’t you tell?” he answers, pushing his hard length against my center, flooding me with need.

I slide my fingers into his hair and pull his mouth even closer. “How much more work do you need to do? We leave in a few days, Noah. I’d like some time with you before we go.”

“Wrap your arms around my neck.”

I do as he requests as he wraps his arm around my waist and lifts us from the couch. He doesn’t put me down until we’re in our room, and even then he’s got me propped up against the door. “Arms up,” he demands, and I comply. When he sees my lacy red bra he groans and pushes himself into me harder. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mel.”

Freeing my breasts from my bra, Noah sears a trail of kisses along my breasts until his mouth meets my pert nipple and bites down gently before sucking me into his mouth. My body hums in anticipation. All my senses are lit up like a fucking Christmas tree as he seduces my body with his mouth and hands, not to mention the sexy-as-all-hell sounds falling from his lips.

“Love me, Noah … please.”

He drops his hands to my waist long enough to pull my jeans and panties down to my knees, and I work on kicking them off as he fumbles with dropping his own pants. After he’s sheathed in a condom, he pulls my hands above my head and holds them there. His blazing eyes meet mine as he lowers his mouth to mine.

“I’m going to love you forever, Amelia, but right now, I’m going to fuck you.”






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Author Bio


D. Kelly, author of The Acceptance Series, The Illusion Series, and standalone companion novels Chasing Cassidy and Sharing Rylee, was born and raised in Southern California. She’s a wife, mom, dog lover, taxi, problem fixer, and extreme multi-tasker. She married her high school sweetheart and is her kids’ biggest fan.

Kelly has been writing since she was young and took joy in spinning stories to her childhood friends. Margaritas and sarcasm make her smile, she loves the beach but hates the sand, and she believes Starbucks makes any day better.

A contemporary romance writer, D. Kelly’s stories revolve around friendship and the bond it creates, strengthening the love of the people who share it. For all things D. Kelly, you can visit her website: http://www.dkellyauthor.com



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Cover Reveal: Unnatural; The Holloway Pack Book 4 by J.A. Belfield

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UNNATURAL by J.A. BELFIELD
THE HOLLOWAY PACK BOOK 4
Published 10-30-16
Paranormal Romance

~SYNOPSIS~

Unnatural. One word to sum up werewolf Kyle Larsen—his mood swings, abnormal body, and choice of female.

The first two, he blames on the vampire venom.

The third, though? No, feline shifter Brook Nicholls is all his doing—a female of whom the pack will never approve.

As part of the Coalition, an organisation with even stricter rules than the pack and a rigidly warped sense of responsibility, Brook comes with a whole lot of opposition of her own.

No wonder the two of them keep their relationship secret for as long as they can.

Now, distanced from his family by his own indiscretions, Kyle’s left to fight battles he’s unsure how to win—some of them even against his own pack.

Is one woman really so important that he’s willing to defy his Alpha for her?

If his heart has any say in the matter, the answer will be yes.


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~EXCERPT~

Warm breaths hit the side of Brook Nicholls’ neck, the rise and fall of a chest pressed into her back like a heartbeat in slow motion, and the deadweight of the arm across her stomach told her he had fallen asleep.

With the heat of his body lulling her to join him, Brook’s breathing slowed, her lids lowered, and the fingers of oblivion beckoned her weary and sated mind forth.

A beat kicked in somewhere below—his, she thought with a smile.

The drumming picked up, in volume as well as in tempo.

He probably ran in his sleep. Brook did, as feline, so it stood to reason that he would as her opposite.

"Brook!" More bangs, followed with thuds. "Brook! I know you’re in there!"

Her eyes snapped open.

"Brook! If you don’t open this door, I swear I’m gonna knock it down myself!"

Clive!

"Oh, no!" She spun around, fingers already reaching for her lover’s arm. "Wake up," she whispered, shaking him. "Kyle, you have to wake up."

"Whah?" His lids fluttered, and he rapid-blinked. "Brook?"

"We are in big trouble. You have to get up." She thrust into a sitting position, grabbing his arm and dragging him with her. "Please, Kyle."

"What’s going o—"

"Brook!" Clive roared again.

Kyle’s eyes widened. "Shit!" He dove from the bed, fingers folding around his boxers on the floor where they’d fallen. As he bent to feed them over his feet, the door rattled beneath more blows.

"Dammit, Brook, open the door!"

"Quickly." Brook’s attention flickered between Kyle and the relentless pounding. She knew Clive could enter any time he liked, knew only his respect for her father kept him from forcing the door from its hinges. "You have to hurry."

"What do you think I’m doing, River?"

"Brook," she hissed, though she couldn’t control the smile that crept in and widened at Kyle’s deep chuckle.

Rough denim slid over his hips, and he scooped up his shirt without bothering to secure any buttons on his jeans, leaving the trail of hair south of his navel exposed below his muscular, scarred torso. With his boots in his other hand, he strode back to the bed, the mattress dipping as he knelt before her.

Combing fingers into his wild red hair, Brook urged him closer, found his willing mouth with hers, and gave him a farewell that in no way compared to the one she had initially planned.

A deep crack signified the first splintering of wood, and she jerked backward. "Go!"

"Brook!"

Kyle turned toward the bedroom door with a growl rumbling deep in his chest. "And leave you with that?"

"Please." Brook’s pulse thrummed at the implication of his words. "He’ll not harm me—but he will hurt you if he finds you here."

Kyle’s brow lifted. "A cat?"

She scowled.

He raised his palms in mock surrender. "Just kidding. I’m going." He backed away from the bed to the window, opening it and sticking out his head.

No shouts rang out, no cries of outrage.

His head reappeared, hazel eyes finding Brook’s. "Call me when you can."

Before she could respond, he’d hooked a leg over the sill, followed by the other, and he thumped down below as the unmistakable smash of the front door seemed to shake the entire guesthouse.


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Release Day Blitz: 28 Boys by Ashleigh Giannoccaro

28 Boys by Ashleigh Giannoccaro
Release Date: March 30, 2017
Underneath these gang tattoos beats a heart three times a year. I’m a slow puncture death, a murderer, a rapist, and a number. I killed my best friend. Death doesn’t stalk me, it walks ahead of me by twenty-eight paces.
I went home after I sold my soul to the devils. I thought life would begin, I was a free man, instead within days the bullets fly and my last hope dies with the slain. There is nothing left to live for in this world. I belong to the 28s, I’ll always belong to the 28s.
The woman across the road judges me, she hates me, and takes every opportunity to let me know it.
Yet, somehow, when grief etched our names down in the book of the dead, we dared be bold enough to find love.
I’m not a good man, and I’m not pretty. I come from the Cape Flats where my life was reduced to a prison cell number. In all this ugliness I found beauty, innocence, and forgiveness. I can’t forgive myself for the crimes I’ve committed, but I’ll die trying to earn hers.
In a world where nothing matters, she does. 
NOTE
28 Boys contains foreign language, and South Africanisms throughout the story, this was done to stay true to the nature of the characters and setting of the story. there are not typos they are intentional. 18+ due to content, and triggers.
Cover Design by Southern Stiles Design
Cover Photography by FrankysFunkyFotos
Cover Model Franklin Petersen

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Review: Rules Of Payne by Elizabeth Lynx

~Synopsis~

If you love office romances, don't miss this sexy read.
Executive Henrik Payne is used to women following his rules. When his new assistant shows him life isn't all about rules can he learn to break them?

Morgana Drake's boss is short-tempered, self-centered, in dire need of a social life, probably an undiagnosed workaholic, and practically unbearable. Yet, she wants to slather him in vanilla buttercream frosting and lick it off him from head to toe, and especially in between. Will she manage to keep her fantasies in check without getting fired, again?

Rules of Payne is the standalone and the first book in the Cake Love series. If you like quirky heroines, misunderstood heroes, and books that leave you breathless then Elizabeth Lynx's take on what happens behind the sexy boss's office door is a must-read.


~Buy Links~

Amazon UK | Amazon USNook | iBooks | Kobo



~My Review~
After reading the original version of The Rules of Payne & enjoying it as much as I did; I was so happy to be given the opportunity to read this new & improved version of Rules Of Payne. I loved the original 2 books but I have to say that I think this new revised edition is much better.

The characters are so realistic, so likeable & loveable, they are full of emotions, flaws & their personalities come through in everything they do.

Morgana had me routing for her from the beginning. There's nothing to not the about her! She's smart, funny, flirty, clumsy & loves cake. I mean seriously loves cake, if she could she'd marry cake.

Henrik is sexy, smart & comes across as a complete jerk at the best of times. I found myself calling him a prick more than once. As the story goes on I couldn't help but like the guy.

The chemistry & banter between Henrik & Morgana is fantastic, it makes the story so funny & so enjoyable.

Elizabeth Lynx's writing style is great, she has such a way with words. Her writing grabs hold of your attention & pulls you right into the world she's created. The emotion, wit & chemistry that has been written into this story are off the charts. The characters are all so realistic, they have their flaws & strengths. They all compliment each other & they rub each other the wrong way too, which just adds to the fun!

The Rules Or Payne was a pleasure to read from start to finish. The changes only seem to have made this better.

Well done on a successful update Elizabeth.

Rules Of Payne is a great book! If you want a funny, down to earth read with some steaminess too then grab yourself a copy now & come & met Morgana & Henrik.


Cover Reveal: Caged; The Holloway Pack book 3 by J.A. Belfield

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Caged by J.A. BELFIELD
THE HOLLOWAY PACK BOOK 3
 
Published 9-27-16

Paranormal Romance

 
~SYNOPSIS~

If the meek can become deadly, the strongest can be weak.

For Ethan Holloway, his mission to find a missing werewolf should be simple. Crack a few heads, bust a few chops, and the solution always reveals itself. Always.

Not this time.

Ethan's reputation precedes him, and because it does, someone is ready. Waiting. Unbeknownst to Ethan, he's about to go down. Hard. Against a foe he never suspected and in a world he never imagined could be real.

What awaits Ethan is a fight not only for his reputation, but also his pack, his female, and his life. If he survives, damage control will become priority number one.

If he survives.

Because even Ethan's not sure he's strong enough to take on an entire race all by himself. Especially one hell bent on exposing who and what he is in the name of sport.

"Solid, preternatural mythology, a nice sensibility of the weres' canine natures, and stimulating sex scenes between Ethan and Shelley will help increase Belfield's audience." ~ Publishers Weekly

 
~PURCHASE LINKS~

UK: http://amzn.to/2j4BcrI / | US: http://amzn.to/2mWe14m

~EXCERPT~

We arrived at Shelley’s just before nine am. Like she’d been looking out for us, the front door to her house opened, the moment the truck drew to a stop. I didn’t have to get close to see the panic in her eyes and the deep blush of unrelenting emotions in her face.

The slam of my door drowned out her delicate steps along the path to greet us. Her hands reached out, as if she considered us her lifeline, before she pressed her fingers against her lips. "I can’t thank you enough for coming." A shiver jerked her tiny shoulders as she spoke, while three singular tears rolled down cheeks still red from an earlier batch of crying.

"Come on." I slid my arm around her and drew her to my side. "Let’s go in."

Her crown barely reached my armpit as she leaned into me and allowed me to guide her toward the house. Behind us, Sean and Dad’s feet hit the path.

The brightness of the day gleamed through the window, bathing Shelley’s magnolia-coloured home in warmth and light. Four dirty mugs sat beside her mobile and house phones on the coffee table. A burgundy throw, which matched the deep shade of her hair, lay scrunched into a heap on the sofa, as though Shelley had spent the night there on constant vigil.

I walked her across the room and sat her down, but she pushed back up.

"Please don’t make me sit." She worried at the nail on her thumb. "I’m so sick of sitting and waiting for everyone else to do their job." Her gaze met mine. "Do you think it’s like those others?"

"When did you last see him, Shel?" I asked.

"Friday." Her fidgeting feet brushed over the carpet, as the two armchairs creaked beneath Sean’s and Dad’s weight. "Friday dinnertime. Is it like the other disappearances?"

I frowned. "Friday was four days ago."
"He was staying at his friend’s. He wants more independencedoesn’t like me hassling him all the time. I thought he’d be okay." Her eyes beseeched as she stared up at me. "He promised they’d be indoors before dark. Col’s parents were away the weekend—"

"Colum Delaney?" The other kid from the news.

Shelley nodded.

"Is he ..." Rubbing a hand across the crick forming in my neck, I lowered myself onto the sofa and took Shelley’s arm to draw her down with me. "Is Colum a wolf, too?"

Her head shook as she balanced on the cushion’s edge.

"Human?" Brow lifted, I twisted toward Dad, who frowned, and turned back to Shelley. "And there’s no sign of him, either?"
"No. Dave and Lisa ... Col’s parentsthey came back last night from their break. That’s why Gabe stayed overthey had the house to themselves, had plans to ... I don’t ... but Dave said they came home to the back door wide open, the coffee table smashed, take out trashed on the carpet ..." She sucked in a deep shuddering breath, wringing her hands together.

"So they rang the police." My jaw tightened as the scenario formed in my mind. "Figures they would. Why didn’t you call us?"

"I hoped they’d show up, I think. It all seemed so definite when the police knocked on my door and made the report. I was about to call you this morning ... then ... on the news ..." The panic cleared from her eyes a little as her gaze bored into mine. "Is it like the others? Tell me the truth, Ethan. Is it the same as the other disappearances you warned me about?"

As much as I wanted to lie and ease the blow, I couldn’t. "Except for the missing human?" I gave a small nod. "It looks that way."
"The others haven’t been found, have they?" she asked. "They haven’t shown up—"

"Yet," Dad cut in. "Doesn’t mean they won’t."

Shelley turned to each of us. "How much do you know about the disappearances?"

"Nowhere near enough," Dad said.

"You must know something, or you wouldn’t have called me last week to keep a close watch on Gabe."
Dad’s gaze met mineSean’s, too. The worry over how much to share with her seemed to cross all of our minds.

"You’re not going to tell me, are you?" she asked. "I get it," she said with a small nod, as we all turned back to her. "I’m not part of your pack, so why—"

"I was contacted," Dad said, leaning forward, "the evening before Ethan called you, by Jack Brosenhe’s the Alpha of a pack who runs here, in Shropshire. He wanted to know if I’d followed the news, and to ask for the favour that if I knew anything, I share it."

Lines creased Shelley’s brow, but she didn’t say anything.
"His son has gone missingjust like Gabe," Dad continued. "But he kept it off the radar. The ones on the news are the ones officially reported. We have no idea how many more have been taken. Just as we have no idea where they’re going, or who’s taking them, or why. Jack’s also worried it’s more than just werewolves that have gone missing."

"What do you mean, Nathan?"

"Five of the reported disappearances have been female," Dad said. "If there were that many female werewolves nearby?" His shoulders lifted with his shrug. "Trust me, I’d have heard about it."

"So ... so, they are taking humans, too?" Her brows rose higher with each word, but Dad shook his head.

"I don’t think they’re human, either."

~AUTHOR LINKS~

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Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Cover Reveal: Blue Moon; The Holloway Pack Book 2 by J.A. Belfield

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BLUE MOON by J.A. BELFIELD
THE HOLLOWAY PACK BOOK 2
 
Published 9-27-16
Paranormal Romance

 
~SYNOPSIS~
 
Someone is watching the Holloway Pack ... and this time, the female isn't the target.

Life with a group of seven male werewolves worries Jem Stonehouse not one bit. She is engaged to the Alpha's son, Sean Holloway, after all. So, what has Jem's territorial instincts on high alert?

The pack's latest addition. Both of them.

None of the men think there's a problem with the new girlfriends. Jem's intuition tells her otherwise - that and a

nagging suspicion that the new females aren't there to partake.

Jem believes their goal is to take. The question is ... What?

As the eve of the blue moon draws ever closer, Jem's running out of time to find the answer and outwit a thief of the worst possible kind.

A woman who believes she can't lose.

"Blue Moon took the Holloway Pack series to a whole new level with its well-crafted plot, bone crushing action and scorching sex scenes." ~ Rabid Reads

~PURCHASE LINKS~

UK http://amzn.to/2iErt8p | US http://amzn.to/2mPQe4A

~EXCERPT~

A backward kick of my foot sent the bathroom door swinging, and I’d lifted the hem of my soiled T-shirt before it even slammed shut. Next, off came my jeansunderwear, too. I carried them all like something diseased, opened the bathroom window, and dropped them outside for later disposal.

At feet hitting the stairs, my head tilted.

The steps reached the landing.

I really hoped whoever had come up would head into one of the bedrooms.

One long stride became two. Three.

I spun.

According to Sean, there hadn’t been a lock on the door in years. Four more strides, and I’d be too late.

A fourth step.

"Shit!"

Two left.

I dived for the door. As my hand grasped the inner handle, a downward tug from the other side dragged it farther.

As the door burst open, I stumbled back.

Sean barged his way in. An echoing thunk filled the space on the door’s collision with the wall. One final step, and Sean’s fingers folded around my wrist.

His arm snatched back, hauling me upright. I expected him to check me over, ensure he hadn’t hurt me. Instead, his hands gripped my hips.

My body flew through the air, too fast for my mind to register, and my back smacked against the tiled wall.

A small grunt burst out, as Sean’s body crushed mine. He ducked his head to my neck, attached his nose to where my increased pulse pumped the erotic scent to him in waves.

"What the hell did you do?" The nearness of my flesh to his mouth distorted his mumbled words.

"It’s just a perfume. All I need to do is wash it off, and this will stop."

His eyes bordered on black as he lifted his face and emitted a low growl. "No." With his hips pinning me, he leaned his shoulders far enough back to tug off his T-shirt.

When he pressed back against my nakedness, my pulse soared. "What you’re feeling right now isn’t real." I took his face in my hands, lifting it to mine. "It’s a spell, Sean."

His eyes closed. He swayed. His lids lifted as though in slow motion, and as a smile spread across his lips, my breath caught.

He could not have looked hornier. The steady drum of my heart missed a few beats. With a whispered, "Jem," his mouth melded to mine.
I shouldn’t have responded, knew I shouldn’t, but couldn’t help myself. Sean’s lazy busses were excellenthis snogs awesome. Notch those up to his lust-induced, frantic, tongue-teasing kisses, and they rocketed way out into orbit. Not to mention his air of frustration with his mussed up hair, his glistening eyes, and I was his.

~AUTHOR LINKS~

FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/pages/J-A-Belfield/102711583122115
GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4730698.J_A_Belfield
TWITTER: https://www.twitter.com/jabelfield / @JABelfield
AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE: http://www.amazon.com/J.A.-Belfield/e/B0055EAPEC/
WEBSITE: http://www.jabelfield.com/
INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/jabelfield72

Monday, March 27, 2017

Cover Reveal: The Wolf Within; The Holloway Pack Book 1 by J.A. Belfield

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THE WOLF WITHIN by J.A. BELFIELD
THE HOLLOWAY PACK BOOK 1
 
PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED AS DARKNESS & LIGHT

Published 9-10-14
Paranormal Romance

~SYNOPSIS~

 
Jem Stonehouse, a housewife with a neurotic husband bent on keeping her in line, dreams about werewolves in, what she believes, is a bid to escape boredom.

Sean Holloway is a werewolf, living a charade within the human race, whose mind drifts to a bond he shares with a woman he hasn't met — at least, not in this lifetime.

Apart, the two are safe but live unfulfilled lives.

Together, they'll become prey to rival packs just as they have been for hundreds of years.

When their worlds collide, and not for the first time, instinct takes over. Dreams become reality. Futures are uncertain. To keep history from repeating itself, Sean must teach Jem about his heritage, convince her of her role, and win her love.

Can Jem accept her destiny before it's too late, or is her inner wolf buried too deep to save her future with Sean?

~PURCHASE LINKS~

 
UK http://amzn.to/2iPjUw2 /  | US http://amzn.to/2mWo0ac

~EXCERPT~

 
"What are you writing?"

His voice held a smooth, velvety texture. As I listened to him, my pen paused mid-sentence. Once he’d stopped, my hand brushed the paper again—detailing my passage to the bedroom door.

"Aren’t you going to tell me?"

Again, the sound of his voice faltered my hand. "It’s a record," I said, without removing my eyes from the word I’d just written.

"What about?"

"Dreams I’ve been having." I frowned at my willingness to explain, yet still continued, "It’s a record of a story within my dreams."

"So ... are you in your story, then?"

My lips twitched, but my focus didn’t waver. "Obviously, if they’re my dreams I’m writing about."

He gave a deep chuckle, but I didn’t glance up, merely finished my disrupted sentence. "What do you dream about?"

I wrote another line before answering with a shrug. "Werewolves."

He didn’t laugh, as I expected him to. "Do you have many dreams about werewolves?"

My head nodded slowly. "They’re almost always about werewolves—have been my entire life."

I didn’t know why I took the time to answer him while busy. Maybe I liked the sound of his voice and wasn’t averse to hearing it a little more.

"So, if the story is about you, what’s the name of the heroine?"

"I think heroine is a major overstatement," I said. "But if you want to know what my name is, maybe you should just ask."

He chuckled again as I wrote another line. By that time, the stairs of doom had been reached. "If I ask your name, will you tell me?"

I took a deep breath but didn’t answer.

"Is there a hero in your story?" he asked after a brief silence.

"Sean isn’t a hero. He’s a pain in the arse." I frowned, surprised by my language, as well as my assessment.

"Sean," he said, his voice full of amusement again. "Sorry, what did you say the heroine’s name was?"

"My name’s Jem."

"Jem? Not Jemma, or Jemima?"

"Just Jem," I said.

His sigh was audible. "That’s because you were born in June, right, after the star sign, Gemini?"

My shoulders stiffened, and my eyes narrowed.

"The twins," he continued. "Two sides to the same person?"

With a slow lift of my head, I studied him properly for the first time.

Deep brown, dangerous-looking eyes sparkled back at me, his full mouth turned up at one corner to reveal a crooked smile. His arm lifted from the table, and he rubbed across hair standing thick and unruly above a face softened by an angular jaw line with cheekbones to match.

I followed the flight of his hand, took in the rich, chocolate brown strands it ruffled, and my heart beat a little faster. As my eyes travelled across his body, took in prominent muscles—evident even beneath his casual attire—I realised he’d come in with the man who’d held open the door for the old lady.

Lowering my feet to the floor, I sat up straighter, glanced around. A few tables back were his two blond friends—staring straight at me.

The fluorescent girls alternated between watching them, and me and my concentration-breaker, as though hoping for the other two for themselves.

I turned back to him. "What did you just say?"

"Gemini," he said. "You’re called Jem because of your star sign. You are Jem Stonehouse … aren’t you?"

How could he know me? He even used my maiden name. Heartbeat building from timpani to an army of bass drums, I asked, "Do I know you?"

"I really hope you do, otherwise I’m making a complete fool of myself."

"Who are you?"

He smiled, his eyebrow lifting with his slight head tilt. "My name’s Sean, Jem. I’m Sean."

~AUTHOR LINKS~

 
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