When a team of scientists discover the deadly consequences of a human gene they dub “the evolution gene,” they quickly realize that the human race is on the brink of extinction. As pandemic after pandemic ravages the world, symptomatic of the looming eradication of all humankind, this team heads to the Amazon for one last chance to save humanity.
Emergency Doctor, Gabrielle (Gabby) Gale, is enlisted by billionaire Lucien Sabara of AmCorps, a multi-national pharmaceutical company, to join Security Specialist, Lieutenant Christopher Silver and Lead Scientist Dr. Trent Martins on a quest to isolate a cure. The team battles unimaginable threats in a race to save what’s left of the modern world.
Will humanity find true salvation or lose its soul in its instinct for survival?
It has been fifteen hundred years since the solar flare devastation of the Global Catastrophe. Due to the radioactivity in the harvesting fields, society dismisses its defective children as nothing more than flawed products of the malfunctioned seeds in the field.
But Lyratelle, a hyper-observant musical prodigy, believes these “defects” are intelligent, particularly her own sibling, the youngest child of her impervious mother. Abandoning her dream career, Lyratelle climbs the bureaucratic ladder to run the Defect Research Center, where she can safeguard the child.
With an underground team of women who share her uncertainties, Lyratelle unearths the Old History truth that womankind’s survival actually hinges on the existence of these defects.
When General Sarah Love, the city’s most powerful advocate against the defects, detects Lyratelle’s sympathy toward the creatures, she threatens the life of Lyratelle’s sibling.
Now Lyratelle’s desperate attempt to save this child endangers everyone she loves—her team, her family, even the existence of the defects themselves.
As the third of eight siblings, Nicole has always been surrounded by people. Among her immediate family are spoken seven languages. Her favorite thing is hearing her nieces and nephews speak French, Tongan, or Mandarin. It’s no surprise she graduated with a bachelor’s degree in Languages, as language is one of her greatest passions, topped only by music and Beat Saber.
Nicole minored in Women Studies and continues to take a particular interest in both women’s history and their individual stories. She’s grateful for her ancestors and other women who paved the way for her to pursue her dream of publishing stories and strives to create new avenues for the coming generations to pursue their dreams.
Though she’s lived-in various states in the U.S. and Brazil, Nicole considers Utah “home base” and continuously finds herself returning, even when previous moves were intended to be permanent. She attributes her love of Utah to the beauty of the Wasatch Mountains and the incredible people who make it feel like home, even when she’s been away for long periods of time. Recently, however, after visiting her sister’s family overseas, she’s been dreaming of a quiet beach house in Taiwan.
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Lark and the Loon follows the adventures of a tentative boy named Lark, as he is catapulted out of all that he knows, into a courageous journey beyond his wildest imagination.
Upon receiving a special gift from his Gramps, Lark embarks on a reflective journey of self-discovery as the innovative story weaves the true-life memoir of his mother (the author) in with a fantastical journey. With some special new-found friends, Lark travels back and forth from a symbolic tree to his mother’s true memories of life and death moments, and simple moments, found everywhere from wild Africa to their very own living room. Lark and his friends must ascend this tree and gain the important life lessons offered along the way if they ever hope to find their way out. Within this journey, Lark finds these lessons, and ultimately himself, in the space between imagination and truth in this wild tale.
The story explores friendships, philosophies, and everyday challenges and joys, both from a child’s perspective and from a parent’s perspective. This memoir with a twist results in a coming-of-age story that ultimately leads to a new understanding of self, others, and the world that surrounds us.
RHIANNON GELSTON loves to lose herself in all things creative. She enjoys writing, painting, live music, traveling, sports, being outdoors, exploring, playing, spirituality, and energy work. She has a BA in English and an MS in Occupational Therapy with a pediatric focus. Rhiannon just had her first novel published. It is a memoir with a twist called, LARK AND THE LOON, available wherever books are sold.
Rhiannon grew up on Spa Creek in downtown Annapolis. Home for Rhiannon will always be the sound of the halyards hitting the masts on a breezy day, a pile of crabs saturated in Old Bay, raft-ups with friends as kids cannonball off of the stern, and time with family and friends, in, on, and around the Chesapeake Bay.
She lives in Annapolis with her husband, their five lovely and lively children, and their black lab, McNasby.
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Book Tour! Dead Sea by: Mia Kerick Dead Sea (Story Ballads Book #2) by: Mia Kerick Genre: YA Coming of Age Gay Romance Release Date: March 3Summary: Kyle is a swaggering bully; Lenny strives to be invisible.Kyle has been left alone in the world; Lenny is the world’s biggest loner.When Kyle saves Lenny from drowning, their lives will never be the same.After a brutal encounter with school bullies, Lenny swims out into the ocean, determined to let the current whisk him away. Next thing he knows the meanest kid in town is pulling him from the waves, promising to be his Dead Sea, and to never let him sink. All Kyle wants is to get out of beach cleanup, is that too much to ask? So he goes for a swim, only to come upon the most epic “nobody” in the senior class drowning in a riptide. Lenny’s haunted gaze grips him, and Kyle makes the impulsive decision to save his life or die trying. And through this ordeal, Kyle and Lenny are transformed. Kyle’s heroic act sets him on the straight and narrow, and he opens his heart to the young man he dragged from the ocean. Lenny changes too but is still unable to reveal the truth of his pain. While drowning in a sea of secrets, the reformed bully and wary victim fall in love. But staying afloat in the Dead Sea is not as simple as it seems.
About the Author: Award-winning gay romance author, wife, and mother of four, Mia Kerick, knows that a satisfying romance novel is riddled with challenges. For true love to prevail, the leading men are going to have to put in some effort. But the HEA is oh, so rewarding. From Jane Eyre’s Mr. Rochester to Brokeback Mountain’s Ennis and Jack to Twilight’s Edward, Mia has a great affinity for the tortured hero in literature. Her contemporary gay romance focuses on such tropes as coming of age, hurt/comfort, and forbidden love. She firmly believes that sometimes you have to break his heart to save him. In Kerick’s books, the course of true love truly never does run smooth. Mia’s books have been featured in Kirkus Reviews magazine. They have won a 2019 IPPY GOLD award for Juvenile/Young Adult Fiction, GOLD award for Juvenile/Young Adult Fiction, a 2018 YA GOLD MOONBEAM Children’s Book Award, a YA Readers’ Favorite Award, several Gold Rainbow Awards in YA and adult categories, a Reader Views’ Book by Book Publicity Literary Award, the Jack Eadon Award for Best Book in Contemporary Drama, a YA Indie Fab Award, a First Place Royal Dragonfly Award for Cultural Diversity, a First Place Story Monsters Purple Dragonfly Award, and more. Mia cheers for each and every victory made in the name of human rights. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.
Nestled between counties Limerick and Cork in Southern Ireland, something evil lurks in the place of High Death. When Vicky’s boss offers her a free vacation in a self-catering cottage over Halloween break, she jumps at the chance to spend quality time with her twin sister, Irene, and Irene’s miniature schnauzer, Ronnie.
The village of Basard may boast Ireland’s longest running Halloween celebration, and one of the country’s best preserved standing stone circles, but Vicky finds the place rather dead. What’s more, she can’t sleep for the nightly roars of a distant crowd.
Will the twins survive this Halloween vacation to wake the dead, when their 7 days in paradise turns into 7 Days in Hell?
Praise for 7 Days in Hell
Rating: 5 out of 5. “Wow! This is a very scary story. I could feel the tension and fright of the main characters. What a horrible little village.” Amazon Reader
Rating: 5 out of 5. “A truly gripping read… I found myself living each moment through with the protagonists, and look forward to further instalments of this unfolding plot, with its deceptively super smooth villain. Compulsive reading.” Amazon Reader
Rating: 5 out of 5.
“I thought the characters were delightful, Irene and Vicky that is. The gore of the book was well placed for horror.” Amazon Reader
About Iseult Murphy
Iseult Murphy started writing at a young age, entertaining her family with magazines that she wrote and illustrated as a child. In her teens, she won several local and national short story competitions, including three time overall winner of the RDS Young Science Writers competition, and had work placed in international writing competitions such as the BBC Wildlife Poetry competition.
Iseult is drawn to horror, fantasy and science fiction, as she feels that the most difficult aspects of life can be best explored through the lens of speculative fiction.
She currently resides on the east coast of Ireland with five dogs, two cats, a parrot and a couple of humans. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys reading, art and spending time with her animals.
Book Tour! Too Young to Die in the Garden of Syn by: Michael Seidelman Too Young to Die in the Garden of Syn (Garden of Syn Book #3) by: Michael Seidelman YA Fantasy Chewed Pencil Press Release Date: March 30, 2021
Summary: The stakes could not be higher in the epic conclusion of The Garden of Syn trilogy.
Synthia (Syn) Wade discovered a secret world known as the Garden, where illness and death do not exist. Because of the tragic events that occurred in the Garden, Syn vowed never to return, even as cystic fibrosis threatened her young life. But when Syn faces the ultimate betrayal and a malicious adversary closes in, she is forced to escape her world and reluctantly return to the Garden.
However, her ruthless foe is not easily thwarted. Flanked by a deadly army, this dark force manipulates its way into the Garden with the goal of ultimate destruction. Facing great adversity, Syn must risk her life to protect the Garden and all those living within its borders.
Book Tour! Wallflower by: Cookie O’Gorman Wallflower by: Cookie O’Gorman YA Romance Release Date: March 25, 2021 Summary: Wallflower (wohl-flou-erh): Identifier for someone who is shy and/or awkward. For reference, see Viola Kent. Seventeen-year-old Viola Kent likes being invisible. Well, not literally, but she’s content being a loner, reading her books, and hanging out with the animals at the shelter. She just wants to keep her head down and get through her senior year at Durham High. Driving Dare Frost to school every day wasn’t part of the plan. And when Viola finds out her dad recruited Dare, his number one player, to be her friend? Her inner Slytherin demands revenge. The solution: Get Dare to be her fake boyfriend. Convincing the star athlete to pretend is easier than she’d thought it would be. The hard part is protecting her heart. With every word, touch, and kiss, Viola’s feelings become more real. The problem: Viola knows she’s falling for Dare—but he doesn’t believe in love.
This book features two sets of soulmates, one happy pooch named Hermione, so many sizzling kisses and answers the question:
Can a dork and a jock fake their way to true love?
“Come on, Dare. Show me your moves. Or did you run out already?”
Dare walked toward me until the top of my thighs hit the couch cushion. “I’ve got a ton of moves, flower. We haven’t even tried half of them.”
I blinked. “Really?”
He nodded. “I’m just trying to ease you into this, make sure you’re comfortable. I don’t want to move too fast.”
Please, do, I thought.
The words that came out of my mouth were, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
It had sounded good, quippy and totally aloof in my head.
But Dare took it as a challenge.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” Dare said.
Before I could respond, he gripped the backs of my legs and lifted slightly, making me gasp and throw my arms about his neck. In the next instant, I was balanced on the couch back, my legs on either side of his hips as he took a step forward. There hadn’t been that much space between us to begin with. So, the next thing I knew his body was mere inches away from mine.
My cheeks flamed, and he drank in my reaction.
Cookie O’Gorman writes YA & NA romance to give readers a taste of happily-ever-after. Small towns, quirky characters, and the awkward yet beautiful moments in life make up her books. Cookie also has a soft spot for nerds and ninjas. Her novels ADORKABLE, NINJA GIRL, The Unbelievable, Inconceivable, Unforeseeable Truth About Ethan Wilder, The Good Girl’s Guide to Being Bad and WALLFLOWER are out now! She is also the author of NA sports romance, The Best Mistake.
Book Tour & Giveaway! Dog Girl by: Gabi Justice YA Contemporary Fiction Tour: March 8-12
Summary: Dog Girl is Fangirl meets Pit Bulls and Parolees.
Saving the dogs who end up at Delray Dog Rescue is Kendall’s life. It’s the perfect job for a girl with severe social anxiety.
Delray Dog Rescue doesn’t just rescue dogs, it’s a second chance for felons, like her dad. Losing the rescue means losing Kendall’s home, her sanctuary, the dogs she loves, her identity and her dad, all over again.
But money’s tight, and soon, Kendall must decide between keeping a roof over her head and saving the rescue.
When a video of Kendall’s harrowing rescue of a pit bull from the path of an oncoming train goes viral. Suddenly, everyone wants a piece of Kendall, making her anxiety worse. But this is an opportunity to put the rescue in the spotlight and secure the donations needed to save it.
Can she overcome the social paralysis that’s plagued her all her life? Can she ignore negative comments on social media about her looks and smell? Can she accept help from a boy who really sees her, even though she can’t understand what he could possibly see in her?
DOG GIRL is the story of a teen girl who wants to save the world, and ends up saving herself in the process.
Gabi Justice is the author of Dog Girl, her teen and young adult contemporary romance debut set to publish in the fall of 2020. She is the mom to three dogs and one stray cat named Luna Buna. She lives in Florida with her husband and children. You’d be hard-pressed to find a tennis court in the state that she hasn’t visited, having three competitive junior players in the family. She spent most of her adult life writing editorial copy for local magazines after graduating from the University of South Florida. Florida provides the settings for all her coming-of-age stories that highlight bullying, misjudgment, acceptance, and teen anxiety. Her main characters are goal-oriented teenage girls with a drive that can be fierce and dangerous.
The truck pulls into the animal hospital. Rock rushes the pit bull inside. The five-thirty alarm on my phone buzzes reminding me how late it is. Typically, I’d be done with chores by now, or at least almost done, and heading into the house for a shower. God, I need a shower. I could follow Rock, I’m definitely concerned about that sweet dog, but my part in this rescue is over. You’re so far behind. The anxiety stirs. Inhale. Exhale. It’s okay. I hurry along the sandy path between the vet and the rescue center. Gotta get back on schedule. Three rambunctious, disobedient dogs need training, and the wolf-rescue-flyers for Spring Festival are still not finished. Plus Algebra II homework. There’s no way. Not enough time. My breathing quickens. Calm down. Slow inhale. Exhale. A few deep breaths and the rapid fire breathing reduces to a controllable smolder. I pass the length of the yard and close in on the barn when Cruz nearly knocks me over. “Cruz!” Mid-jog, he says, “Sorry. Damn bus was late. Just got here.” “Where’s Mom?” “Don’t know.” He gives me a small wave, but no smile. “Gotta go do work.” That’s weird. Cruz never misses an opportunity to talk, especially when it comes to rescues. He loves to hear the stories. He’s desperate to go on calls, but he’s only been here a month, and so far, none of us are very impressed with his abilities. I didn’t expect Mom to be gone this long. And she never explained why the Miami agent wanted to see her. The phone alarm shrieks again, snapping me back to panic mode. I rush into the barn. My boy, Rascal, spots me. His tail whips in quick circles and his paws drum the ground. The unconditional love soothes. He smiles. I grin back. I love him so much. “Let’s go, boy.” I lead him to the training area. Rascal, being his usual stubborn self, won’t crawl through the agility tunnel, so I enter the tube on my hands and knees, creep half-way, then turn around. He pokes his head in and growl-mumbles. “Get in here. I don’t have time for this.” My fist pounds the ground. “Arrooh,” he answers. I laugh, “Come on, boy.” He tilts his head, backs away, inches forward, tilts his head again, and talks in his hilarious dog howl. “You can do it.” At the sound of my high pitch, he perks up and touches the tube with his front paw but doesn’t enter. “Tease.” I pound the floor with my fists again, shake my head, and whip my stringy, brown hair around. That gets him. He races inside, trampling me with dirty paws in an attempt to ram his way past. “Rascal!” I’m shoved up against the wall of the tube. We’re squished side by side. Wet slobbery kisses drench my face. His deafening bark rings my ear. Lick, bark, lick, bark, as if this is a fun game we’re playing. He nudges me with his slimy, wet nose and eventually squeezes past, scratching and tickling. I’m sure from the outside it looks like some freakish anaconda digesting a gator. “Ouwa! Rascal!” One of his nails snags my skin. He opens his mouth in a tongue-dangling, Bull Terrier smile, so I can’t stay mad at him. He’s adorable with that long nose, pink tongue, and goofy spotted face. He has muscles so dense he can drag a person without a problem. “Rascal!” I cover my nose as the foul odor of his fart encircles me. “Rude!” No remorse. He saunters out the other end to chase anything that moves. I crawl to the opening, stick my head out, and gulp in the fresh air. A guy leans over the fence. An extremely cute guy. He’s grinning wide, laughing. How stupid I must look, bested by a fifty-pound Bull Terrier. My cheeks burn. Oh my God, is my face bright red? I’m a tomato-red idiot rolling around in a tube with a dog. Wonderful! “That looks fun.” His piercing blue eyes mock me. “Very.” I’m still stuck in the tube. I start to ask him if he’s a Saint Paul’s guy. He looks like a preppy asshole. They’re all the same – faux hawk haircut with spiked blonde tips, clean sporty clothes because he probably doesn’t sweat, and a superiority complex. However, the amount of embarrassment zooming through my body will not allow proper functioning of speech right now. I rush to stand, tripping over my feet, and brush the dirt off of my clothes in an attempt to look somewhat presentable. It’s not working. In fact, it’s worse. Large mud stains smudge my shirt. The old, faded, Spider-Man shirt! All the air leaves my lungs. No wonder everyone thinks I’m weird. He’s even more gorgeous close-up. A flawless face, bad-boy grin with boy-next-door dimples and those blonde tips are actually from the sun, not the salon. God, I sound like one of Vicky’s stupid Cosmo magazine articles. Listicle: Top five things on the hot meter. But honestly, he’s probably an Instagram model. I can’t help but gawk with a huge smile plastered across my face. I might as well have a neon sign flashing: Seventeen-year-old virgin, approach with caution. She might attack. I snap out of it and force myself to act professionally. It’s strangely difficult to get my mouth to cooperate and stay straight. “May I help you?” “Yes. I need community service hours for school, and I’d like to help out here.” Even his voice is smooth. “Have you ever been convicted of a crime?” I ask. “Huh? No.” He laughs, the kind of choke-laugh that gets stuck in the back of your throat when someone has just said something ridiculous. “Then you can’t work here.” I turn my back on him. Those perfect cheekbones are too much. If I don’t look at him, then maybe my heart will stop doing circus acts. “I can go to the Walgreens and shoplift a pack of cigarettes if that’s the prerequisite to volunteer here,” he says. My lips defiantly curl upward at his joke. Cute, articulate, and funny. I’m screwed. Just keep your uncooperative face toward Rascal. Remember, he’s a Saint Paul Boy, and they’re all spoiled, entitled tools. I struggle to ignore the voice, and whatever this is that’s happening inside my body and gather my facial expressions into a proper attitude of indifference. I spin around and face him. “I’m afraid that even if you so generously shoplifted on the rescue’s behalf, we still would not have a position available for you.” Rascal takes advantage of my distraction and digs a giant hole in the dirt. “No, Rascal!” I grab the leash and clip it to his collar then he jolts behind. His brute force pulls my legs out from under me, and I face plant in the mud. He drags me a few inches before I can get to my knees and wrestle him back into obedience. Suddenly, Saint Paul Boy’s hands clamp under my sweaty armpits pulling me to my feet. “What are you doing?” “You’re welcome.” He removes his hands. “No! You never jump the fence. Rascal could’ve attacked you, and we’d get sued.” He’s in my personal space. I’m nearly as tall as him, and it takes all my nerve not to look away, to stand my ground, to inhale his hypnotic cologne. Why didn’t I take that shower? But he just snickers and gestures to Rascal. “Him?” He’s still too close. Maybe his olfactory glands don’t work? “Rascal doesn’t look vicious at all.” Cute Saint Paul Boy cocks one luscious eyebrow. Rascal sits next to us with his tongue flopping out and gooey slobber bouncing all over the place, that goofy grin lighting up his expression. “It’s obvious you know nothing about dogs.” I turn to Rascal and deflate. Come on, you’re a bully breed. Do something to support my argument! Growl? Just a little growl. How about a rumble? I yank Rascal, which I shouldn’t, and immediately regret it. My social helplessness isn’t his fault. I lead him over to the ramps hoping that will normalize this situation. Saint Paul Boy doesn’t move and continues to stare at me. The mud dries on my cheek, it itches and reeks of dog poop. If I could, I’d curl up in the corner and die. Why is he still here? Don’t look at him. Keep working. My eyes never leave Rascal as he masters the first ramp and ascends the second. “You’re bleeding,” Saint Paul Boy says. “What?” I glance down and see a smear of blood on my arm. It’s from earlier. It must be the pit bull’s blood. “I’m fine.” I rub it, but it’s dried onto my skin and won’t wipe off. Saint Paul Boy offers a bandana handkerchief. What is this, the fifties? “Uh. No, thank you.” “Hello. May I help you?” Shane appears out of nowhere. Rascal didn’t even notice her, but he does now. He barks and tugs the leash. My stepmom is his favorite. She eyeballs me, concerned I’ve allowed a stranger into the dog pit. Mom would be livid, but Shane gets worried not mad. “Yes, you may.” He politely extends his hand over the fence. She shakes it generously. They exchange greetings that I can’t hear over Rascal’s barking. I give up and let go of the leash so he’ll shut up. “I need community service hours for my senior year. It’s a graduation requirement. I love dogs and was hoping I could help out.” His dazzling blue orbs slide in my direction. He wouldn’t last a day here. We don’t need him. I’m sure Shane is going to say no. “Yes,” she says. What? Yes! Why is she doing this? “We could use a strong boy like you. Corvette just left us, and he was about your build. No medical conditions, right? You can lift heavy bags?” Ah. That’s it. Cruz’s late, I was gone, nothing got done so she needs someone to unload the Science Diet truck. “Sure.” He shrugs his shoulders. As if he’s ever done manual labor. Ha! “Great. Come with me,” Shane says. His eyes widen in surprise. I snort. Those neat, sporty clothes are going to get so filthy. “Now?” he asks Shane but looks at me for assistance. I smirk and glance down at the pristine whiteness of his shorts. Overwhelming satisfaction fills my chest, and I suppress the giggles. “Yes, of course.” Her chin lowers, and her brows rise. “Great, let’s go.” His voice remains smoothly confident, but the slack in his smirk reveals the effect of Shane’s challenge. He follows in her wake. He’s tall, six feet or more, and thin but definitely strong, carrying those broad shoulders proudly. Long, lean, tan legs with powerful quads and calves. And that butt. Wow! He turns around and busts me checking out his ass. His lips return to a full smirk. It’s a gut-wrenching punch. Frantic anger strikes like a bolt of thrilling but painful electricity. This time I can’t stop the critical voice inside my head. He saw you checking him out! You’re an idiot! Good job, Kendall. You deserve that dog girl label. Actually, you’ve stepped it up to dirty, weird, red-faced, dog girl. Why in a million years did you think you were capable of interacting with a guy like that? I should’ve been busy training Rascal and totally ignoring him. Rascal’s exuberant face bounces as he pants, oblivious to my internal death. “Traitor!” I growl. “You’re as dumb as a stump.” To this, he bows his head. My heart breaks. I bend down and give him a generous scratching on his sternum. “I’m sorry, boy.” The tightness in my chest fades as I watch Rascal’s tongue hang and flap with joyful satisfaction. “You’re way cuter than he is.” I risk a peek over my shoulder. Saint Paul Boy is carrying one of the giant dog food bags off of the truck, and he’s looking over here. What’s behind me? I turn around. Nothing’s there. I turn back and catch his eyes on me. Now he’s smiling. This isn’t good! The web of anxiety stretches and shudders.
All Georgia wants is a simple life, unobtrusively lived. After all the twists and turns she’s been through recently, she copes by keeping things routine.
It just feels safer that way. She considers the confines of her hometown to be a comfort, not a cage.
All Alex wants out of life is to bring about positive change. To him, existence is all about transformation.
Allergic to provinciality, he needs the pulse of a crowd, the thrum of night life, and ever-changing scenery to feel alive.
When Alex returns to his hometown to care for his ailing father, the childhood best friends see one another in a brand new light. Can a thirty-year-old friendship sustain the heat of a romance when all signs point to a mismatch?
All about the author:
I’m a Midwestern native in love with my neck of the woods. Rolling hills, cornfields and a slower pace of living serve as the perfect backdrop for writing small town, second chance romances. Writing has always been my passion and escape and I’m thrilled to slowly but surely add to my collection of stories. The best ideas seem to hit on long drives through gravel roads with good music blaring. My one-horse-town characters are flawed but good-hearted. I hope you see a bit of yourself in them, wherever you may be.
COMMAND is an emotionally charged, steamy, contemporary romance set in K.Bromberg’s Everyday Heroes World.
An intoxicated haze and a pair of handcuffs was not how I planned to spend my first night back in Sunnyville— but up to this point life had been anything but predictable.
Running into my former love was inevitable, but nothing prepared me for the sight of Nathan Donleavy wearing a uniform. After all this time he still made my knees weak and my mouth water— for a split second I couldn’t help but remember happier times.
Then his badge caught the light and reminded me that this wasn’t some walk down memory lane. He was a cop and we were standing on opposite sides of the law.
I see the way he looks at me…I didn’t need his pity then, and I don’t need it now.
Shana Callahan was the one that got away.
She was also the last person I expected to see when I showed up to a call. The vibrant, beautiful girl I fell for all those years ago had been replaced by someone else, someone I barely recognized.
My sympathy turned to anger when I remembered her partying ways and how she walked away from me—from us. She might still be lost in her grief, but I had a job to do.
I vowed to protect and serve, but my wanting to protect her had nothing to do with my badge and everything to do with the girl who used to steal kisses from me.
That’s the girl I needed to find buried beneath the anger and hurt. We can do things the easy way or the hard way, but I’m not letting her walk away… again.