Spotlight: The Viper by Amanda McKinley

Release Date: November 4

“Revenge is an act of passion, vengeance is an act of justice.” – Samuel Johnson

A brash DEA agent and a ruthless private detective collide in this seductive small-town tale of revenge, murder, and the unbreakable bond between sisters.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Apparently, they haven’t met the Archer sisters.

Owner of Archer and Archer, Inc., a prestigious New York private investigative firm, Colette Archer embodies effortless perfection in her couture suits and trademark chignon. But this private investigator has a secret. When night falls, Colette slips on her wig and into the persona of a tequila-guzzling hustler who occasionally fancies two men instead of one. This double life comes as an unwelcome side effect of a horrific past that she and her sister, Jade, a bohemian martial-arts-instructing renegade, decide to settle once and for all—regardless of who they must destroy in the process.

Obstinate DEA agent James Black is one mistake away from spending his career crunching numbers in the confinement of his six-by-six cubicle. In a last-ditch effort to save his floundering career, James seeks the assistance of ice queen Colette Archer. Despite the spark of heat between them, she seems to despise him almost as much as poly-blend fabrics.

After following Colette and her sister to a sleepy small town in Montana, James learns of a devious and dangerous pact the sisters have made to avenge their past. Using Colette’s weakness to his advantage, James tricks her into helping him uncover the whereabouts of a ruthless drug lord. But when Colette is brutally attacked, James realizes he has inadvertently set wheels in motion that might not only cost him his job, but also the woman who’s stolen his heart.

Due to serious subject matter and mature content, please be aware that this book might be an emotional trigger for some readers.

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Amanda McKinney is the bestselling and multi-award-winning author of more than fifteen romantic suspense and mystery novels. Her latest book, Rattlesnake Road, was named one of POPSUGAR's 12 Best Romance Books to Have a Spring Fling With, and was featured on the Today Show. The fifth book in her Steele Shadows series, Jagger (Steele Shadows Investigations), was recently nominated for the prestigious Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense.

Amanda wrote her debut novel, LETHAL LEGACY in 2017, after walking away from her career to become a writer and stay-at-home mom. Her books include the bestselling series, STEELE SHADOWS SECURITY, the multi-award-winning BERRY SPRINGS series, BLACK ROSE MYSTERIES, and many more to come.

Set in small, Southern towns, Amanda’s books are page-turning murder mysteries peppered with steamy romance. Amanda is a member of Romance Writers of America, International Thriller Writers and Sisters in Crime. She lives in Arkansas with her handsome husband, two beautiful boys, and three obnoxious dogs.

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Spotlight: Duke of Madness by Jennifer Monroe

Sisterhood of Secrets, Book One

Historical Romance, Regency Romance, Clean & Wholesome

Release Date: November 4, 2021

Publisher: WOLF Publishing

In this opposites-attract Regency romance by Jennifer Monroe, a duke who fears he will become mad like his father and a woman afraid of what the future will hold find themselves in a romance born out of madness.

A duke searching for luck.

A woman looking for love.

And a romance of two opposites that definitely attract.

After watching his parents’ marriage collapse, Matthew Colburn, 5th duke of Elmhurst, has outright dismissed the notion of love. After all, if he is destined to become as mad as his father had been why make any prospective bride suffer? Delving into work to avoid the reality of his future, Matthew focuses on an ever-growing empire, all due to the luck he gleans from a family heirloom – a simple gold pocket watch.

Miss Julia Wallace does not believe in luck, nor any other such absurdities. Fate and personal strength drive what happens in life. Unless one considers her father, who is determined to choose her husband whether love is included or not.

When a reclusive man known as the Duke of Madness comes to her school, Julia is immediately taken by his handsomeness. And when she foolishly collides into his broad chest, he does more than take her breath away —until he accuses her of theft.

Matthew is horrified to learn the very trinket that gives him such wonderful good fortune is missing. He has no doubt that the beautiful young woman used her alluring smile to distract him while picking his pocket. With an important upcoming party and his lucky watch missing, Matthew is at a loss as to what to do. The headmistress of the school insists her pupil is no thief, but rather a woman with a great deal of luck in her own right. Julia will accompany him to the party as a replacement for his missing watch — as his new lucky charm.

As the two become better acquainted Julia sees not a duke who is on the verge of madness but rather a man who is lost. And Matthew begins to believe love may have a place in his life after all – though he cannot help but think that it may take more than just luck to bring them together.

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Jennifer Monroe writes clean Regency romances you can’t resist. Her stories are filled with first loves and second chances, dashing dukes, and strong heroines. Each turn of the page promises an adventure in love and many late nights of reading.

With over twenty books published, her nine-part series, The Secrets of Scarlett Hall, which tells the stories of the Lambert Children, remain a favorite with her readers.

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Excerpt Reveal: Whiskey Moon by Winter Renshaw

A broken marriage pact gives way to a devastating love that won’t let go in this heart wrenching contemporary romance from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Winter Renshaw. 

Bogie had Bacall. Carrie had Big. I had Wyatt.

Growing up, he was the handsome cowboy next door, an unlikely confidant, my best friend, my first kiss, and my favorite person.

We were just a couple of small town kids with ambitions bigger than the stars in our eyes. The summer after graduation, we made a pact: I’d go to college in New York and he’d stay and take over his daddy’s ranch. If by twenty-eight we were both still single, we’d get married …

But as we stood in our high school gymnasium the night of our ten-year reunion, Wyatt told me he loved me too much to marry me.

He’d never broken a promise to me in his life, but in a single heartbeat he broke the only one that ever mattered. 

He said it would all make sense someday, that there would come a time I might even be able to forgive him. 

But then I stumbled upon the truth.

And there was no forgiving a secret this shattering—one that made me question if I ever knew him at all; one that only made me want him that much more. 

Bogie had Bacall. Carrie had Big. I had Wyatt.

Excerpt

“Blaire?” a voice calls Wednesday morning from the end of the produce aisle at the Henderson Food and Drug. “Oh my gawd. Blaire Abbott …”

From the corner of my eye, a bottle blonde in a denim skirt and rhinestone-covered cowgirl boots pushes her cart in my direction before trotting around it, arms wide open.

“It’s been for-ev-er!” She wraps me in a perfumed hug—something I’ve grown used to not receiving in the city. People either stare through you or they do the air kiss. Huggers aren’t a thing in Manhattan. “How are you? And what are you doing back?”

It takes me a second before I realize I’m face to face with a girl from my former high school—Ivy Forsythe. Though the Ivy I knew was a wallflower string bean with mousy hair and a chest flatter than an ironing board. The Ivy before me is spray-tanned, bleached, and teased to the heavens. She reminds me of some of the big rancher’s wives back in the day; the ones who dressed like Southern Belles and retired beauty queens and loved nothing more than looking pretty on the arm of a bona fide cowboy.

I never would’ve guessed this path for her, but she radiates sunshine and bliss and if that isn’t all that matters, I don’t know what is.

“Ivy,” I say, leaning into her embrace. When she pulls away, I spot a glimmering diamond rock on her left finger. “How are you? It’s been so long.”

“I know, oh my gosh. Everyone’s going to be so thrilled that you’re back in town!”

Before I can say a word, she retrieves her phone from her back pocket and taps her acrylic nails onto the screen in quick succession.

“Remember Raina Jorgenson?” she asks. “Well, she’s Raina Mahoney now, but she’s soon to be Raina Jorgenson again. She and Cutter separated this year and their divorce was just finalized today. A bunch of us are getting together Friday at Petty Cash. You should come!”

“What’s … Petty Cash?”

“Oh.” She points behind her. “It’s that bar on the corner of Cornflower and Main, the one with the rusty sign with the neon arrow? It’s owned by Dylan Petty and Cash Buchanan—you remember Cash, right? You dated his brother …”

I could never forget Cash. He was a daredevil wild child with zero filter. A class clown. An attention-starved youngest child who would do anything for a laugh—or a reaction. He also worshipped the ground Wyatt walked on. The two of them were always the closest, being a little shy of two years apart in age.

He must be about twenty-six by now.

“Cash Buchanan owns a bar?” I ask. It’s hard to think of Cash as an astute, responsible businessman, but then again, I never expected Ivy Forsythe to grow up to be one of those bling-bling rancher wives we always joked about when we were younger.

“It’s so fun,” she says. “They’ve got one of those rodeo bulls, live music on Saturdays, and plenty of room for dancing or just hanging out. It’s kind of where everyone goes on the weekends.” Tittering, she adds, “It’s not like there’s much of anything else to do around here, am I right?”

She places her hand on my shoulder, her vibrant pink lips spread into a sweet-as-pie grin.

“Let me just grab your number,” she continues.

“Yeah, sure.” I rattle off my digits and she sends me a quick text—an LOL emoji—so I have hers.

“How long are you here, anyway?” Ivy asks.

“Um, I’m not really sure. A couple of weeks at least.”

“Well that’s nice. I’m sure once everyone gets wind of you being back in town, you’ll have a line of people at your door wanting to catch up with you.”

I scrunch my shoulders. “Yeah, not sure about that. I doubt anyone remembers me.”

“Girl, stop.” She pats my arm. “Like anyone could forget the leading star of every theater production Whiskey Springs High ever put on. I swear your personality entered the room before you did. Remember when you jumped up on the desk in Mr. Carter’s geometry class and sang that song from Chicago? And that other time when we snuck into the auditorium during study hall and you recited that monologue from … what was it again … Twelfth Night or something? I still don’t know how you memorized everything so easily. Are you still acting? I heard you ran off to acting school or something?”

Humbled, I press my lips into a firm line and nod. “I am. And I did.”

“Have I seen you in anything?”

“Only if you’ve been to New York and gone to an off-Broadway play …”

“Oh. Someone said you were doing … adult films … but I told them there was absolutely no way.”

“Wow. Yeah, definitely not. Gotta love those rumors …” Apparently I should’ve come home sooner to dispel some of those.

Her phone vibrates and she lifts her hand to her tawny decolletage. “Oh, this is my husband. I better take it. Anyway, it was great seeing you and please, please, please come out to Petty Cash on Friday … we’ll start around eight but we’re pre-drinking at Raina’s at six. I’ll text you all the info.”

With a little wave, she sashays toward the checkout with her cart, gabbing with her husband about stopping at the feed store on the way home.

I grab a few bananas, some grapefruit LaCroix, a box of white cheddar mac and cheese, and some Greek yogurt before checking out myself.

I take the roundabout way home—the way that winds and ambles past the Buchanan ranch. Growing up, I used to tease Wyatt about being neighbors. While my house was technically in town, it was the last one on the street, just before the road that leads straight to Wyatt’s place ten miles down. Given that there were no other homes between us, my father used to refer to him as “the boy next door.”

By the time I round the last corner, the big white farmhouse with the wraparound porch comes into view. With a held breath and hands white-knuckling the wheel, I cruise past the ghost of what once was.

If my old acting coach were here, she’d probably ask me, “Where do you feel it? In which part of your body does this feeling live?”

Everywhere, I would tell her.

I feel it everywhere.

But it lives in my heart.

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Spotlight: Bad at Love by Ana Jolene

Moonrise Beach, Book Seven

Blurb:

Mark Young excels at creating the most thrilling and addicting video games but unfortunately, he can’t seem to conquer the dating game at all. After getting unexpectedly dumped, he refuses to give up on his love life. So in a last ditch effort to meet someone new, he joins the local gym and befriends Rose Latimer, a painfully shy redhead.

Every time Rose is around Mark, she can’t help the rushing of blood through her veins, but her struggle with social anxiety prevents her from keeping her cool around attractive men. However, during an impromptu camping trip with Mark, Rose must make a detour into unexpected passion as she is pushed further out of her limits.

Can this modern wallflower find the courage inside of herself to face her greatest fears? Or will true everlasting love continue to elude these two hopeless romantics forever?

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 “Rose!” Mavis called again, this time much more urgently. “Someone is here to see you!”

Rose froze in her approach. “What?” Who would come to see her? In all her years of working here, she had never had anyone visit her at work. Not even Nic had bothered to come.

Curiosity got the best of her and Rose went to see who the hell was waiting for her. To her horror, Mark stood there, smiling at her as she approached. “What the hell are you doing here?” she asked in greeting.

His easy grin widened. “It’s nice to see you, too.”

Rose only realized how rude she probably sounded. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I just wasn’t expecting you here.” Although she had invited him to come visit the gardens, she didn’t actually expect him to come so soon. She could already feel her anxiety rising with his unexpected appearance. What the hell was she supposed to do now?

Mavis glanced between them, looking obviously confused as to why this handsome man was here with her.

Rose leaned into Mark, lowering her voice. “You didn’t tell me that you were coming.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” Surprise her? Why? “Actually, I did try calling earlier,” he admitted, “but they said that you were busy.”

Rose turned her glare at Mavis, who simply shrugged in answer. “I didn’t know it was your boyfriend. You never told me you had one.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” she cried out.

“He’s not?” Mavis glanced back at Mark, but he simply smiled at her.

Wait, wasn’t he going to agree? This was really too much for her to handle right now.

“I’m Mark,” he said instead, extending his hand for Mavis to hold.

Her boss latched on to him instantly, practically tearing his arm off in the process in her excitement. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry, but Rose hasn’t mentioned much about you. She’s real quiet about her personal life.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” Rose interceded. “He’s just a friend.”

“A very handsome friend,” Mavis corrected with a wink. “I’ll leave you two alone to talk.”

“Wait!”

But before she knew it, Mavis was gone, leaving her alone with Mark. Letting out a sigh, Rose turned back to him. He smiled at her. Instantly, she felt her cheeks flush with heat. Dammit, what the hell was she going to do now? Once she was alone with him, she felt completely unsteady. “So what are you doing here?” she asked again.

Mark shrugged. “I wanted to see the garden. Although I’ve lived in Moonrise for a few months, I still haven’t been here yet.” He glanced around, seeming impressed by the atmosphere. “It looks really pretty.”

“I would’ve been more prepared if you’d let me know you were coming.”

“I’m sorry. I guess I was just excited to see you again.”

The words nipped her irritation in the bud.

No one had ever said that to her. Not even a friend.

As a blush rose high on her cheek, Rose tried to hide it. She couldn’t get mad at him for coming here. Technically, she had been the one to invite him.

Rose winced as a streak of pain shot through her wrist. Oh my God. Even moving it wrong was causing uncomfortable pain. Rose clutched her wrist to her chest, massaging the joint. That was when Mark leaned in, looking concerned. “Are you okay?”

She dropped her hands at her side. “I’m fine. I just haven’t eaten anything yet.”

“Here. Have this.” In his hand, she hadn’t noticed that he carried two cups. He handed one to her. 

“What is it?” she asked.

“It’s tea.” Surprised by the gesture, she could only accept it.

“What time do you get off? Let’s go eat something together.”

“Thank you, but I can’t leave. I have to work overtime.”

“That’s a bummer. Why don’t I grab something for you to eat and bring it here? What do you want?”

“Thanks, but that’s not necessary.” She wasn’t going to treat him like an errand boy even if she would kill for food right now. “Why don’t I give you a tour since you’re already here?”

Mark arched his brow at her. “Are you sure you’re up for it?”

“Yes. Follow me.” She didn’t give him a chance to argue before she was already walking away. To her pleasure, Mark ran after her, his long strides easily keeping up pace with her. “So what do you want to see first?” she asked.

“Anything. Everything. It’s my first time in a botanical garden.”

“Really?” Surprised his with admission, Rose stopped suddenly, causing him to bump into her. Their eyes met, locking with intensity.

Whoa. Green. 

When she had first met him, she hadn’t realized just how stunning his forest-green eyes were. But they were gorgeous! Dark and captivating with flecks of copper in them, they reminded her of the lush, green gardens.

Realizing that she had been staring at him for far too long, she broke eye contact and returned her gaze to the ground. Way to make things awkward, Rose. You were staring at him like he was on display at the museum! But Mark didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he let out a small chuckle that only caused her to flush even more.

Clearing her throat, she asked, “So I was thinking that I could show you the new collections first.”

“New collections?” Mark looked confused as he scratched his head.

“Yeah, we have some new collections of flowers in bloom right now. They’re really a stunning sight. Do you want to see?”

When Mark nodded, she felt her excitement grow. Finally, she was somewhere where she felt like she had the upper hand and a part of her liked to be able to share her knowledge with him.

She led him to the camellia collection first. With their vibrant colors and glossy green leaves, they were a garden favorite. “Wow,” Mark breathed as he took in the sight. “They’re so beautiful.”

Rose couldn’t agree more. She loved camellias too. There was something so special seeing them in full bloom like this.

She watched as Mark walked closer to one of them. “Is this the same thing?” he asked, pointing to another variation of the flower.

She nodded. “Yes. They’re all camellias.”

“Really?”

“Yup. There are over two hundred species and blooms ranging from white, pink, or deep red. Some can look more like wild roses while others can have multiple petals, looking more like peonies.”

“Wow, I had no idea.” Mark looked impressed by her knowledge and that relieved her. Sometimes when she spurted out facts like that, people thought she was weird. She was glad that Mark didn’t think she was crazy. “So are they like this all year round?” he asked.

“No. The typical bloom time is between January and March.”

Mark straightened. “I had no idea. It’s really cool that you know all this.”

Really? Most men weren’t interested in what she did for a living.

“Want to know something else?” she asked him.

“What?”

She gestured at the cup of tea she held in her hand. “Every time you drink tea, you’re enjoying camellias.”

“Really? No way.”

“Yes. Camellia sinensis is used to make tea of all kinds, including green, black, and oolong tea.”

Mark grinned at her, holding up his tea up in toast. “Well, then. Cheers to camellia.”

Grinning, Rose toasted her cup against his and then took a long pull. At first, she had been surprised by his sudden appearance but she was now glad that he had decided to show up.

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Ana Jolene is the author of the Glory MC series, a New Adult Dystopian and the Contemporary Romance series, Moonrise Beach.

Growing up as a rebellious kid didn’t allow for much reading time. It wasn’t until Ana was in university that she found her passion for books and has since then devoured every book placed before her. Ana holds a B.A. in Psychology and has worked in both IT and Administration. But she’s had the most fun in the bookish world, working as a reviewer, columnist, and assistant to multiple sites and best-selling authors.

Ana currently lives in Toronto with her family and an extremely lazy Shih Tzu whom she adores. To learn more about Ana and her books, please visit her website www.anajolene.com and subscribe to the newsletter to be notified of the hottest new releases and giveaways!

Spotlight: Red Velvet Crinkles and Christmas Sprinkles by Maria Imbalzano

GENRE: Contemporary Romance

Competitive, work-obsessed Bella Simonetti has just been fired from her high-paying job at a Manhattan law firm. At an all-time low, she returns home and helps her parents at their small-town gift shop, but the business is failing and may not make it past the Christmas holidays.

Successful landscape architect Dean Jackson is like a son to Bella's parents. But he's a persistent annoyance to her—he seems to have forgotten his unforgivable blunder thirteen years earlier.

When Bella transforms her parents' gift shop into a cookie cottage, Dean's generosity and magnetic smile are hard to resist, and those feelings of unrequited adolescent love come rushing back. But can Bella let go of the past and accept Dean for the man he is today?

Excerpt

She ignored the little voice in her head encouraging her to come clean. Especially since she planned to live in her parents’ house until she could find a job. Maybe she’d share at dinner tonight. After a bottle of wine.

The back door squeaked open and a gust of air blew in before the door was firmly closed. “Good morning, Barb. Clive.”

The guest came in and gave her mom a kiss on the cheek before slapping her dad on the back. Bella’s mouth flew open as she watched the scene, a tiny gasp escaping.

Dean Jackson! What is he doing here?

“Honey, you remember Dean don’t you?” Her mom’s smile grew much bigger than it had been all morning. “Your brother’s friend from high school?”

“Of…of course I do.” Bella buttoned the top button of her pajamas before her hand flew up to assure her messy bun was still on top of her head. Fire flamed her face as she puzzled out the reason for his presence at seven-thirty a.m. on a Wednesday morning. Or any time, for that matter.

“Dean’s been like another son to us,” her dad beamed. “Ever since your brother took that job in Boston, he’s helped us do whatever needs to be done around here or at the store. And he’s my golf buddy.”

Dean’s gaze zeroed in on her, and her thoughts fuzzed. She would have loved to slink upstairs, but no way was she going to get out of this chair sporting flannel pajamas and bunny slippers. Was nothing sacred around here?

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Maria Imbalzano is a retired matrimonial lawyer who now writes full time. Instead of drafting motions, legal memoranda, and briefs, although fascinating, she now spends her days creating memorable characters and taking them on their emotional journeys through her contemporary romance novels. 

Her novel, “Unchained Memories,” won the Wisconsin Romance Writers Write Touch Readers’ Award and the ACRA Readers’ Choice Heart of Excellence Award. “Sworn to Forget,” the first of the four-book Sworn Sisters Series was a finalist for the illustrious RONE award as well as the Book Buyers Best Award. Her novellas, “The Blueberry Swirl Waltz” and “A Song For Another Day” each came in first in their category in the National Excellence in Story Telling contest.

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Spotlight: Glory Bishop by Deborah L. King

Publication date: June 4th 2019

Genres: Women’s Fiction

Synopsis:

“Deborah King has written a compelling, thought-provoking novel that engages readers and made me wish the story would never end.” -Chicago Writer’s Association Windy City Reviews

Glory Bishop lives her life in pieces. At work and with her friends, she reads novels, speaks her mind, and enjoys slow dances and stolen kisses with her boyfriend, JT. But at home, Glory follows strict rules and second-guesses every step. Though she dreams of going to college and living like a normal teenage girl, her abusive mother has other ideas.

When JT leaves to join the navy, Glory is left alone and heartsick. The preacher’s son, Malcolm Porter, begins to shower her with lavish gifts, and her mother pushes Glory to accept his advances. Glory is torn between waiting for true love with JT or giving in to the overzealous Malcolm.

When a stranger attacks Glory on the street, Malcolm steps in to rescue her, and her interest in him deepens. But the closer she gets to him, the more controlling he becomes. Glory must eventually decide whether to rely on others or to be her own savior.

Excerpt

She was standing at a softly rumbling dryer, folding “mountain fresh” scented towels, when she heard the door opening behind her. 

“Hello, Miss Glory.”

She continued folding, pretending not to hear.

“I said, hello, Miss Glory.” 

She would not give that devil’s son the satisfaction of responding.

The door closed, and she hoped he’d gone, but then he was behind her… his arms around her waist… his lips touching her shoulder. “Remember the first time you let me kiss you? You said you’d be my wife.”

Glory shrugged off the kiss and tried to ignore him—tried not to notice his scent or relax in his arms. She tried not to respond to his voice… tried not to care.

His lips touched the back of her neck. “Remember the second time you let me kiss you? You said you’d be my girl.”

Glory deliberately brushed his kiss from her neck and moved to the washing machine, careful to keep her back to him.

“Oh… so it’s like that now, huh? No problem. I’ll just sit down and watch you work. I’ve got all night. And you know, I always did appreciate you from behind, too.”

Glory growled under her breath, taking her annoyance out on the wet towels she pulled from the washer. She heard him sigh loudly as he settled down on the old couch. She whispered a prayer for patience and strength.

“Know what?” he asked. “I feel like singing.”

Glory continued her work and tried to ignore him as he flubbed his way through “Ribbon in the Sky” and “Isn’t She Lovely,” but when he started singing “Brick House,” she threw down the towel she was folding and gripped the edge of the table.

“Josiah Jackson, you leave me alone. Right now!” 

“Oh… so you’re talking to me now, huh? I win big. I get to hear your pretty voice and look at your fine a—”

“No!” Glory turned to face him, arms folded, seething, channeling every bit of hurt and anger into a glare that she wished would burn him to cinders. “No. I’m not talking to you. I’m asking the devil to leave me alone! I’m asking Satan himself to leave me alone and never speak to me again.” 

“Well,” he said, standing and moving toward her. “Your prayer is gonna be answered. I’m leaving for the navy tomorrow.”

He smiled. He actually smiled. That no-good lying two-timing devil smiled his smug smile—that I’m the finest boy in the world, and I know you agree smile. That I win smile.

Glory hated that smile. And she loved that smile. And all she could do was squeeze her eyes shut to keep the tears from spilling out.

“How could you do that to me, JT?” she whispered. “How?”

“I’m sorry, Miss Glory.” He tried to take her hand, but she pushed him away. “I’m leaving in the morning and I need to make things right with you. Please, just listen to me. You don’t hafta talk to me. You don’t hafta forgive me. Just listen. Then if you still hate me, I swear I’ll never bother you again.”

Glory opened her eyes. The smug smile was gone—no mocking, no joking, only the slightest hint of a plea in his voice and in his eyes—the force of will that always made her trust him… or used to make her trust him. 

Glory sat away from him on the couch, arms still folded, not looking at him. She listened to his tale of a weekend with his cousins and wine and reefa and the twenty-two-year-old next door and his not really remembering it until his aunt called his mother about a baby that looked like him. She tried to stay angry and to push him away when he knelt in front of her, begging forgiveness. She tried not to see the tears in his eyes.

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About the Author

Deborah King has been a writer and storyteller her whole life. She published her first short story when she was seven years old. When she’s not writing, Deborah enjoys cartoons, cooking, photography, and Star Trek. Born and raised in Chicago, Deborah has managed to achieve all of her childhood dreams and still lives in the area with her husband and two youngest children. According to her daughter, she has “literally aced her life!”

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