Spotlight: Twin River High Series by Lynn Rush & Kelly Anne Blount

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Published by: Entangled Crush

Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult

Synopsis:

GUTTER GIRL - 5/10

Star football player Jace Rovers has a secret. And not just any secret—a shocking secret… He writes romance. The kind with swords. And dresses. And kissing.

Nobody knows. Not the other kids at Twin River High. Not his overbearing parents. And certainly not the millions of fans who’ve read his book on the writing platform Scribbles. And that’s the way he plans to keep it.

Except suddenly one of the other football players grabs his notebook in jest and starts reading a kissing scene out loud…and Jace knows he’s busted.

But then McKenna Storm, resident goth girl who avoids the spotlight like a virus, snatches up the notebook and tells everyone she's the author. And lucky for Jace, she later agrees to continue the ruse...for a price.

Heck, he'd give her anything not to reveal his secret. But when they start to fall for each other, he knows he'll have to keep the biggest secret of all—his darkest character is based on her…

Excerpt

Gutter Girl by Lynn rush & Kelly Anne Blount

Ernie waited a few seconds, then slammed his hands on the counter. “Spill it! Quick, before someone else interrupts us!”

I grabbed the disinfectant spray and wiped Ernie’s handprints off my counter. “Okay, so get this. After lunch, I bumped into Jace in the hallway. Our notebooks accidentally got switched. And in the process he actually gave me a compliment. It was really weird!”

Ernie pushed his glasses up, then hitched his hip onto the counter and leaned toward me. He was about four inches taller than me at five-foot-nine, heavier set around his middle section. And right now, his light brown eyes were securely fastened on me as if he were hanging on my every word. “Okay, so you switched notebooks; how did that turn into people thinking you’re the author of KOS?”

“He had my physics lab notebook and I got his, um, writing notebook.”

“Wait, so Jace Rovers is actually WriteEmHard?”

I nodded. “You should have seen my face when I opened it during lab. He had like half of it filled with his Kingdom of Swords story. There was a map in the front and everything.”

Ernie hung on my every word.

“He’s like ridiculously popular on Scribbles. Like, famous.” I shook my head. “His book has millions of reads.”

Ernie squinted. “Why are people saying that you’re WriteEmHard if Jace is?”

I told Ernie the story of how I’d claimed the notebook was mine in order to save Jace’s cute ass.

Wait, cute? I did not just say Jace has a cute ass…

Okay, he totally did, but I did not want to notice that cute ass.

Ernie leaned forward and gave me a sly grin. “You’ve always had a crush on him.”

“No, that’s not why—”

“I call BS!” He pointed at me. “Summer camp. Third grade.”

“Shut up.” I reached over the counter and pushed his shoulder.

Ernie clasped his hands to his chest, the side his heart was on, and batted his eyelashes. “MS plus JR was all over your camp diary.”

He wasn’t wrong. But I’d never said anything. Jace had never known. It was clear, even at that age, I would never run in the same crowd as him. And then summer before sixth grade happened…

“Whatever.” I shook the memories out of my head. That was then. This was now. And I lived in reality.

“Wow, McKenna. Seriously, wow.” Ernie leaned against the counter and smoothed out his Hawaiian shirt. “So now that this is out in the open, what are you going to do? Because your perfectly honed role of Miss Invisibility is vapor. You realize that, right?”

My stomach dropped.

“You’re like a celebrity now.” Ernie eased off the counter and faced me full-on, then made an arc with his hands. “I can see the headlines for the school newspaper now, Famous Author Graces the Halls of Twin River High.”

“No way. People will forget all about it by tomorrow.” Won’t they? I waved him off and started sanitizing the

counter where he’d been sitting.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Ernie dug his phone out of his pocket and held it up.

I gasped when my picture popped up on the screen.

WriteEmHardFanAccount: We have HUGE news! It was revealed a short time ago that McKenna Storm is the author behind Kingdom of Swords! According to several classmates, she’s a senior at Twin River High in Twin River, Wisconsin. Stay tuned for more info on our favorite author! We will update soon!

I gulped. “Son of a hot dog.”

PROJECT PERSONALITY - 5/17

Hope Chambers has a major problem. She’s spent the entirety of her four years of high school focusing on being perfect—perfect grades, perfect extracurriculars, perfect essays—to the point that she forgot to get a life. And now she’s perfectly boring.

She’s got exactly two weeks before her admissions interview for MIT to spice up her life and get a personality, dammit. And she knows exactly who can help her: soccer star and Mr. Popularity himself, Landon Watkins. But how does a nerdy, socially awkward girl ask the most charismatic guy in school to help her become interesting?

Saving his life in the school cafeteria is a pretty good start.

No one is more surprised than Hope when Landon agrees to help her. But what he proposes they do takes her so far out of her shell, she's practically in a different ocean. And when she starts falling for the last guy she ever expected to, it has her second-guessing every decision she's ever made

CHAOS THEORY - 5/24

Corey Chaos, teen YouTube sensation, just needs a break from his hectic schedule. Ever since his musical talent was "discovered" by the right person at the right time, his life has been a steady stream of interviews, screaming fans, TV shows, screaming fans, Instagram lives, and did he mention the screaming fans? He'd give anything to be a normal teen again, even for five minutes. So, when his agent suggests staying at his pool house for a month to get away from the stress, Corey is on the next plane to snowy Twin River, Wisconsin.

As soon as he gets there, though, his agent's gorgeous teen daughter, Victoria, asks for his help—and Corey can't bring himself to say no to her. Not after the video of her boyfriend dumping her in the school cafeteria went viral with its own hashtag, #LunchDump. Ouch. That's not the way you want to get a million views. No one, especially a sweet girl like Victoria, deserves to be treated that way.

But then she tells him about her big plan to get revenge on her ex. And Corey's certain his starring role has chaos written all over it.

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About the Authors

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New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author, Lynn Rush, is a full-time writer, wife, and trail runner living in the Sonoran Desert, despite her fear of rattle snakes. Known as #TheRunningWriter, Lynn can't resist posting epic sunrise pictures while running in the desert with her trail sisters, even if she has to occasionally hop a scorpion.

When she's not running or writing, she's watching movies that fuel her everlasting love of superheroes, vampires, and all things Supernatural. The books she reads usually carry the same theme, but this former college athlete loves reading sweet sports romances as well.

She's madly in love with her Ironman husband of 20+ years who is the inspiration for what true love is. You can find her on social media as @LynnRushWrites and her website is: www.lynnrush.com

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KELLY ANNE BLOUNT is a USA Today bestselling author of young adult novels. She loves to alternate writing sweet romances, gritty thrillers, and fantasy books. She's a firm believer in balancing light with dark.

When she's not writing, she's probably lost in a book, watching Twilight, or having an adventure with her sweet family, which includes her handsome husband, their darling daughter, and their five furry loving rescues.

After living in a palace in Scotland, across from the Caribbean Sea, and in the snowy land of Wisconsin, Kelly and her family reside in beautiful Asheville, North Carolina. She draws inspiration from the places she's lived while world building in her books.

Kelly loves connecting with readers on social media! Stop by and say, "Hi!" or ask a question. You can find her everywhere @KellyAnneBlount.

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Spotlight: The Weight of the Sky by Caroline Schley

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Publication date: May 20th 2021

Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult

Synopsis:

For every important decision in her life, fifteen-year-old Chris Miller relies on silence rather than courage. In her rough Bridgeport neighborhood, Chris bites her tongue when her best friend gets sent to juvenile detention for a crime she didn’t commit. As a scholarship kid at St. Catherine’s Prep, Chris acquiesces to ‘drinkstagram’ at tony sleepover parties. At home with her overbearing mother, she swallows her questions about her father’s identity. Chris understands that quiet insecurity isn’t the most valiant approach to life, but it gets her through the day unscathed. Until she’s sexually assaulted.

In the aftermath, Chris’s tenuous happiness crumbles alongside her grades, yet she can’t find the courage to report the assault. At a crossroads, Chris is forced to volunteer at an afterschool program for low-income families to maintain her scholarship. Catapulted back to the very neighborhood she struggled to escape, Chris finds her family thrust into the crosshairs of a gang war. When one of the students from her afterschool program is put at risk, Chris discovers just how much damage her silence can cause. Ultimately, she must decide if she will remain quiet as others call the shots and remain a victim or if she can forge the strength to stand up, speak the truth and call herself a survivor.

Excerpt

Chris clutched at her necklace as she walked up the campus steps. She thrust open the double doors and crossed the threshold of the building into a hive of activity. At the center of it all was a plastic folding table adorned with a St. Catherine's banner. Chris approached a blonde woman perched on a metal chair, a large pile of papers in front of her and an eager smile on her face. 

“Hi. I’m Ms. Engel. Welcome to St. Catherine’s. Name and grade?”

“Hi. Chris Miller. Sophomore. Well, going to be a sophomore. Starting next week.” Chris pinched the inside of her cheek with her teeth to force herself to stop talking as Ms. Engel dove into the stack of papers in front of her. 

“Great. Here's your schedule. Oh, I'll be your advisor.” The woman clapped at the last sentence as though it was the best news she’d heard all day. Chris bit back a laugh, thinking of her advisor last year at Bridgeport High. Mr. Ortiz had never clapped a day that Chris had known him. Instead, he used their advisory block as a time to lecture them about the statistical probability that they would end up in jail, emphasizing his words with a dour expression that conveyed every second of his thirty years in the public school system. 

Ms. Engel continued talking as she pushed the schedule across the table. “Here, check your classes; let me know if anything seems off. Otherwise, one of our volunteer student mentors will show you around in just a minute.” 

Chris gripped the paper. “Thanks.” She headed towards a bench as she scanned the course titles, teachers and rooms for each period. AP Biology was there, very first thing.  

A willowy girl with white-blond hair, Everest-high cheekbones and a small, defiant chin approached Chris, wearing a large tag that read "Mentor". Her skin glowed with a soft almond shade that Chris’s mother had always called country club tan. It was not a compliment. Chris couldn’t help but look down at her own arm, pale from too many summer days inside reading or working at Sol y Mar. She thought the tan looked perfect. 

“Hi! I'm Sterling.” Sterling? “Welcome to St. Catherine's. Do you need some help figuring out your schedule?” She wedged in next to Chris without waiting for a response and started to read over her shoulder.

“Wow, you're in AP Bio? And you're new? I didn't even know that was, like, allowed.” The girl popped her gum and frowned at the paper. 

“Oh. I'm...sort of...going to see. Hi. I'm Chris.” 

Sterling continued to scan the schedule as she spoke. “Right, hi. Ugh, Period 2 PE is the worst. You should bring dry shampoo.” She folded the rectangle of paper and handed it back as Chris added dry shampoo to her mental list of things to worry about.

“Did you just move here?” Sterling's voice held an edge of boredom as her hand etched over the screen of her phone. “I’m just going to pull up a picture of this dry shampoo, it's called R+Co Death Valley and it's amazing. If you buy it through my Instagram code, it's ten percent off.”

“Oh...ahh, thanks. No, I've lived in Bridgeport my whole life.” Chris had hardly ever even been anywhere else. Her mother had taken them on one vacation to Cape Cod. They'd waited until the summer prices dropped and all Chris remembered was the glacial October rain sweeping in off the Atlantic Ocean. 

Sterling arched an eyebrow. “In Bridgeport? Where did you go to school before?”

“Last year I went to Bridgeport High.” 

“Like the public school?” The eyebrow twitched.

Chris wanted to melt into the bench as she nodded. She felt the cheap fabric of her jeans rub against the insides of her knees. Her dark hair, which she'd brushed until it shone that morning, looked wilted and sad next to Sterling's crisp ponytail. The gold chain looped around her neck seemed feeble and impotent compared to the chunky jewelry that accented Sterling's slender body. As Sterling gestured into her next sentence, Chris noted a thick, metal watch glinting on her wrist in a sea of hefty bangles. Chris fought the urge to slip off the fabric band of her secondhand Timex and burn it in the gold-plated trashcan.

“What was that like?”

Chris didn't know what to compare it to. She had been terrified there. There was a metal detector to pass through every morning, and police cruisers lined up outside school every afternoon. 

“It was…okay, if you knew how to mind your own business, I guess.”

Sterling giggled. “Well, welcome to St. Catherine's. Good luck minding your own business. Most of us have been here since like, kindergarten and we're all are nosy as fuck.”

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Caroline Schley is a YA author and high school science teacher. Originally from New York City, she currently lives in Madrid and will happily travel long distances for white sand beaches, high-quality chocolate and alpine hiking trails. You can find out about her current writing projects and stay in touch at carolineschley.com.

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Spotlight: Trapped with the Undercover Prince by Julie Rowe

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(Trapped with Him, #2)

Publication date: April 30th 2021

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis:

Trauma Surgeon, Dr. Anna Brown is on a personal mission to decode her family’s past after her dying grandmother told her a story of rescue, resistance, and a royal family secret. A story her grandmother insisted was true.

Anna’s journey to the tiny European monarchy of Lerasia will be more dangerous than she could have ever predicted when she accidently uncovers a plot to kill a prince. Protecting him might lead to a crown on her head for the rest of her life.

Excerpt

She could not be late for her train. Dr. Anna Brown checked her watch for the fifth time in five minutes, swore under her breath, and lengthened her stride. If she was late, she’d lose her hotel reservation and her appointment with the genealogy librarian at the main library in Cime, the capital of the tiny European monarchy of Lerasia.

Her grandmother had left her with a mystery to solve and a treasure hunt to accomplish, and Anna didn’t plan on letting her down.

Nestled in the Northern Alps between Switzerland and Germany, entering the country was easiest to do by train. She’d looked into flights, but she wanted to see Europe, not bounce through it.

The train station in Lyon, France, was bigger than she expected, but if she hurried, she could still make it to the correct platform. Luckily, she traveled light, with just one backpack, and wore hiking boots that were comfortable enough to run in should she need to. Weighing her options, she checked the time again, then broke out in a trot. 

She approached a cluster of five men dressed in nearly identical dark suits. Fit, handsome, and with expensive haircuts, they were standing in a loose circle talking. Their stiff postures reflected some serious topic. 

Had they broken out of a modeling agency office? She smiled then tried to hide it, but one of them was facing in her direction. His gaze hit hers…and stayed. 

Heat swept across her face as his eyes—the color of steel blue—studied her. He gave her a half-smile. 

A slow burn ignited her blood and sent champagne bubbles through her belly.

Holy cow, he was hot.

One of the other men turned to see what the hot dude was looking at and caught sight of her. He frowned.

She let her gaze slide away and caught the movement of the hot dude’s shoulders. His suit jacket tightened briefly to reveal a lump under his left arm.

Was that…a shoulder holster? She reconsidered the suits and the men wearing them. Maybe they were the French version of secret service agents?

When she glanced at the group again, no one was looking at her. Instead, they were looking at something on the tablet one of them held.

Just as well. she didn’t have time to flirt, no matter how cute the officer was.

Anna hurried a little faster toward the platform.

Five steps later, an invisible heavy force picked her up then smacked her to the highly polished granite floor of the train station. For a long moment, the world went silent and dark.

She blinked and found herself on her side, ears ringing, nose full of acrid smoke, and the large space oddly still of movement. 

What happened? 

Alarm bells clanged, and she shook off the shock, got one hand underneath herself, and levered up to see what was going on. Flames flickered where the train she’d been moving toward had been. Flames, twisted metal, and a smothering blanket of smoke. 

An explosion? The ends of her fingers, toes, and nose went cold then numb. Her stomach tumbled around inside her belly, and she had to breathe through her mouth to prevent herself from throwing up. That train had to be full of people. She’d have been on it if the explosion had happened only five minutes later.

The number of injured would be high, and the dead…

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Julie Rowe's first career as a medical lab technologist in Canada took her to the North West Territories and northern Alberta, where she still resides. She loves to include medical details in her romance novels, but admits she'll never be able to write about all her medical experiences because, "No one would believe them!" A double Golden Heart finalist 2006, Julie's writing has appeared in several magazines such as Today's Parent, Reader's Digest (Canada), and Canadian Living. She currently facilitates communication workshops for her local city college. Julie enjoys hearing from her readers.

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Spotlight: Saving Tess by J. Lynn Bailey

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HIM

Casey Atwood, a top contender in this year’s World Finals for the Professional Bull Riders, would rather leave Dillon Creek in his rearview mirror. He wants the past in the past with each eight-second ride. He’s not into the fame or the money of it all, he’s addicted to the adrenaline that allows him to forget.

But when Casey receives a letter from a local attorney that would put him, and the only woman that’s ever owned his heart, in the same place for an extended period, he’s not so sure about his future with the PBR, about his heart, especially with their fragile past.

HER

Tess Morgan is scheduled, regimented. A first-grade teacher, proficient in organization and list management, she finds solace with her students and has loved teaching since she started the profession. But when Tess loses her job, everything starts to unravel, including her history with Casey Atwood.

When she receives a letter from a local attorney, tying her past to her future, she takes the opportunity—that is until Casey Atwood appears at the door, rugged, sexy, and unpredictable. Yet the secret that ties them together leaves them both grasping for anything to help mend their hearts.

Eventually, the madness and chaos of that night all those years ago return and they can’t seem to stop the heartbreak they’re both headed for.

Will Casey and Tess have the ability to face their demons, or will they both break before the healing begins?

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J. Lynn is a bestselling author who hates to talk about herself. Loathes it. More importantly, she's the mother of two beautiful children and a wife to her high school sweetheart. She's also a mother of two extremely needy cats, Leo and Vinni, and an Australian Shepherd named Grizz.   She lives with her family in a small town tucked away in the redwood forest, located on California's northern coast.

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Cover Reveal: A Scoundrel of Her Own by Stacy Reid

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(The Sinful Wallflowers, #3)

Published by: Entangled: Amara

Publication date: December 28th 2021

Genres: Adult, Historical Romance

Synopsis:

The conclusion to Stacy Reid's bestselling Sinful Wallflowers series stars Lady Ophelia, who moonlights as a masked songstress under the alter ego Lady Starlight. When she captures the attention of the rogue Devlin Byrne, the dangerously handsome owner of a gambling den, she'll need to decide if seduction is worth shedding her wallflower persona.

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USA Today Bestselling author Stacy Reid writes sensual Historical and Paranormal Romances and is the published author of over twenty books. Her debut novella The Duke's Shotgun Wedding was a 2015 HOLT Award of Merit recipient in the Romance Novella category, and her bestselling Wedded by Scandal series is recommended as Top picks at Night Owl Reviews, Fresh Fiction Reviews, and The Romance Reviews.

Stacy lives a lot in the worlds she creates and actively speaks to her characters (aloud). She has a warrior way "Never give up on dreams!" When she's not writing, Stacy spends a copious amount of time binge-watching series like The Walking Dead, Altered Carbon, Rise of the Phoenixes, Ten Miles of Peach Blossom, and playing video games with her love. She also has a weakness for ice cream and will have it as her main course.

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Cover Reveal: Baby, It’s Hot Outside: A Christmas Down Under

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100% pure SUMMER Christmas. Come read along…

I really wanna stay
Baby it's hot outside
I’ll lose my heart along the way
Baby it's hot outside…

Come Down Under for a hot and steamy SUMMER festive season.

Escape those winter blues with 12 summer Christmas novellas.

A fabulous collection of sexy Down Under summer Christmas romances. Hot sun and hotter men, friends to lovers, forbidden romance, reunion stories and more. Come visit a world of hot, sultry kisses and long, lazy days in the sun.

Join USA Today bestselling authors, Bronwen Evans and Joanne Dannon with ten of their fellow Australasian authors. Warm your heart, and maybe a little bit more, too, with twelve never before published sexy novellas of Down Under lovin’ in the Christmas sun. From the beaches and hinterland of Australia, across the water to the greenery of New Zealand, it’s nothing but summer loving for Christmas this year. So if you’re feeling like a summertime escape, pour a glass of wine or a hot mug of cocoa, curl up on the couch, and enjoy!

· Twelve standalone novellas (never before published)
· Only available to end of early 2022 – get your copy today!

Twelve perfect indulgences to get you in the Christmas spirit:

ANNA FOXKIRK – The Worst Noelle
ANNIE SEATON – Her Christmas Star
BRONWEN EVANS – Fast Track To Love This Christmas
JACQUELINE LEE – Unrequited Love
JAYNE KINGSLEY – Twelve Dates Of Christmas
JOANNE DANNON – The Christmas Pack
KENDRA DELUGAR – Something In The Water
KRIS PEARSON – Summer Santa
MEGAN MAYFAIR – The Season For Second Chances
RAY COLLET – Home For Christmas
SOFIA GREY – A Christmas Retreat (Falling for the Colonel’s Daughter).
SUSANNE BELLAMY – Red Dirt Christmas

Excerpt

Fast Track To Love This Christmas  

By Bronwen Evans

Bronwen Evans is a USA Today Bestselling Author who lives in New Zealand with her Cavoodles Brandy and Duke. She’s set this Christmas romance in her home town of Havelock North, a hero for her heroine, but he’s a visitor from the USA... Bron hopes a hero like Sully comes calling soon…

Karla turned and dangled the keys to the Jaguar in her fingers. “She’s in good working order, but she’s, as you say, vintage. But then you’re a mechanic should she get temperamental.”

“I can handle temperamental,” and he moved closer. 

“I’m sure you can.”

He moved closer again. “This lunch tomorrow. Shall I pick you up in the Jag? If so what time? And is it casual?”

She swallowed back the desire to run her hand down the muscled chest that was only inches from her. “It’s at a winery, outdoors, so it will be hot. A hat and smart casual will do. It’s in aid of a charity that raises money for a primary school lunch programme for the lower decile schools in Hawke’s Bay.”

“That sounds like a good cause. Is primary school little kids? Elementary school we call it in the States. I didn’t know NZ had such poverty.”

“Most countries do, don’t they? Primary school is from five until about ten years of age. How can we expect kids to sit and learn when they’re starving. And if they don’t learn we can’t defeat the poverty cycle.”

He reached out and ran a finger down her cheek. “It sounds like you’re quite passionate about this. It’s a fabulous cause. Anything that can help kids rise out of poverty gets my vote.”

She shivered at his touch. This man was turning her insides out with just a smile. Slow down, girl. Don’t go getting real feelings for this man. He’s not a keeper. “I’m on the charity board.” She didn’t mention the charity was her baby. She’d built it up from nothing with a group of deep pocketed and time rich likeminded people. “Yeah, I am completely passionate about this. Loads of kids didn’t have the fortunate upbringing I had, and I want to help even the score.” Her ex had said she was wasting her time. She would prove him wrong.

“The world needs more people like you.” The warmth in his eyes made her bottom lip tremble. “What time shall I pick you up outside the hotel? Or do you live elsewhere?”

“I live on the top floor of the hotel, the opposite end to your suite. So let’s say 11.30am as I need to be there by 12pm and it’s about a twenty-minute drive.” She really should move away from the car but her feet wouldn’t step away from him. Finally, she said keeping her voice light, “Have a good day. Remember to drive on the left,” and she skipped round him and headed back to the elevator. Once again she could feel his eyes following her every step.

For one fleeting moment she wished Sully wasn’t stirring her senses so much. He was the first man in a long time who affected her this much. She was beginning to hate the fact he would be leaving and that was dangerous. Why did she always fall for the wrong men?

Fall? Nope. No way. Never. Fun was what she wanted.

Only fun.

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