Crowne, Mackenzie: A Song for Sophie

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A Song for Sophie

by Mackenzie Crowne



 MEDIA KIT ASongforSophie_w7908_750Jobless, practically homeless, and tired of being manless, Sophie Taylor jumps at the chance to be Beaumont Walker’s personal assistant. Six weeks on the road with country music’s bad boy—and, more importantly, his all-male crew—is the perfect opportunity to change her life.

Beau Walker doesn’t need any more distractions. Sophie, with her butt-ugly suits and balls-to-the-wall attitude, shouldn’t be one, but she proves to be distracting and more—even, surprisingly, a friend. So when he discovers her plan to snag a man from his worldly wise crew, he’s determined to protect her from herself.




 “Don’t you have something you’re supposed to be doing? I assume we’re paying you. Go earn your paycheck.”

 “Oh, you’re paying me.” She allowed the secret smile to curl her lips in an actual one. “And I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing.”

 “What’s that? Boring me to death?”

She dropped her oversized purse to the floor and took the chair next to him. It was a very comfortable recliner, and large enough that her arm didn’t reach the handle to lift the footrest. Feeling around blindly, she sat forward, and hanging half way over the arm, grasped the control. A quick tug and the footrest snapped up, and the back of the chair fell into the recline position, making her squeak.

Beau shook his head.

She tugged at the hem of her skirt to make sure it didn’t ride up, squirming until she’d settled herself. With her ankles crossed, she plopped her hands and forearms on the cushioned arms of the chair and looked at him.

 “I’m keeping you busy.”


 “I’m keeping you busy. You asked what I was supposed to be doing. That’s what I’m supposed to be doing.”

 “Well, quit it. You’re pissing me off.”

 “Oh, yeah,” she drawled, “like that’s hard to do.”

 “Have I fired you yet today?”


 “You’re fired.”

 He really was funny when he was trying to look menacing. She laughed and held his glare. “Geez, you’re cranky.”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

MEDIA KIT Mac 1I’m a wife, mother, and grandmother (a really young one). My husband and I were blessed with two rambunctious little boys who we managed to raise into wonderful men without any disfiguring mishaps. Dirt bikes and ESPN are the order around our house, and life at the ‘Testosterone Ranch’ more closely resembles one of today’s wacky reality shows, than yesterday’s ‘Leave It To Beaver’.

I’m one of eight kids, raised just north of Boston. I moved to Phoenix as an adult because living in the southwest feeds my soul. My childhood was a free-for-all, chock full of laughter, love, family and friends. I was raised on the concept that a stranger is just one conversation away from being a friend and I’m happy to say, that experience remains true today.

My love of books, specifically the romance genre, has been a lifelong affair, both as a reader and a writer. A bout with breast cancer sharpened my resolve to see my stories shared with others. Today, I am a five-year survivor, living my dream.

My friends call me Mac. I hope you will too.

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Hughes, Jill Elaine: Zombie, Incorporated, The Katie Allred Zombie Series

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“Newcomer Jill Elaine Hughes raises a fresh new voice in the zombie genre with a story filled with plenty of action, well-rounded characters and lots of shocks. Fun, fast-paced and highly entertaining. ZOMBIE, INCORPORATED rocks!”
–Jonathan Maberry, New York Times bestselling author of FIRE & ASH and CODE ZERO

Twilight. With zombies.

Eighteen-year-old Katie Allred is socially awkward and unpopular at school. The only child of parents who had her right out of high school, Katie is herself about to leave the nest, even though she hardly feels ready.

Katie’s new after-school job at the Zimble Box Corporation draws her into the complex social strata of high school cliques and backstabbing friends in ways she never imagined. Katie soon discovers there’s something very strange about the “in” crowd at school—and about her employer, too. Shortly after starting her new job, the Contagion breaks out, plunging her town and the entire nation into chaos as zombie shadow forces come out into the open, ravaging the streets. Katie goes into hiding and her parents disappear, along with almost everyone else she knows.

But Katie soon discovers she has special powers that help her survive. She’s a Beacon, someone with the innate ability to help zombies produce children. It’s a power her employer — and what little remains of the U.S. government — both want to exploit for their own ends. Not only that, it runs in her family—which has a secret past Katie never knew about until now.

Enter Agent Morehouse of the FBI Special Zombie Control Unit. A reformed zombie working undercover, he suppresses his urge to eat human flesh in order to serve
and save humanity. But Agent Morehouse can’t help but be attracted to a Beacon like Katie, and she to him. Even as they fight zombies the world over, they must fight their intense attraction to each other, hoping to keep Katie from suffering Agent Morehouse’s terrible zombie fate.

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I guess if I really thought hard about it, Mom was right.  The zombie apocalypse was my fault.  Everything was my fault.  I’d ruined her life, and now she wanted me out of it. All the mean underhanded comments over the years, all the passive-aggressive decisions to spend money on herself instead of me, their decision not to plan for my future, all the not-so-subtle hints to get the hell out of her house and become somebody else’s problem—-it all made perfect sense now.

I could take a hint.  I knew where I wasn’t wanted.  And somehow I figured I’d have a better chance of surviving the coming onslaught of the Undead if I was on my own.  Conventional wisdom says there’s safety in numbers, but I’d watched enough horror movies to know that sometimes it’s best to fly solo.

I went to the bookcase and dragged over a milk crate to stand on so I could reach the top shelf. I reached behind the main part of the bookcase to the secret
compartment I knew was behind it, the same secret compartment where I’d hidden candy and comic books as part of a treasure hunt game I’d used to play alone as a little girl.  My fingertips felt around until they touched the smooth, cold gunmetal.  I wrapped my fingers around the pistol, pulled it out, inspected
it.  It was a lot heavier than I’d expected, yet it still seemed small, too small to be something that could explode and kill someone—-or something—-in less than a second. The lines of Dad’s semiautomatic Glock were sleek, almost animal-like in their curvature. I didn’t know what I was doing, but on sheer instinct my finger pressed a tiny switch on the spine of the weapon and the chamber popped open, revealing a bullet.  I popped the chamber closed, pressed another switch and the clip fell out into my hand.  I inspected that, studied it, worked out in my head how its various components connected with various components inside the gun which, when the trigger was pulled, would result in a projectile issuing forth, then with a flick of my wrist pushed the clip back inside its slot, heard it click.
I knew next to nothing about guns or weaponry or ballistics, other than that I knew my father stored guns in the basement and I had always been forbidden to
touch them. But despite that lifetime of ignorance it seemed as if merely holding the weapon in my hand transferred all the knowledge I needed about how or why to use it directly to my brain. As if I had a natural (maybe even a supernatural) talent for it, or a gift as my grandmother would have said. I could see all the moving parts in my mind’s eye as if they’d been there all along.

I reached back into the secret compartment and felt around again until my fingertips touched dusty cardboard.  I grabbed and pulled and came out with a heavy box of magazine clips.  Three magazines, sixteen shells to a clip. I couldn’t do the arithmetic in my head, but I knew it was a lot of bullets.  A lot, but probably not enough.  I reached and grabbed and pulled once again, and retrieved two more boxes of magazines. Lots and lots of bullets now.  I hoped I’d never have to use them, but just to hold them in my hand felt like a good life insurance policy.

I stood and turned my newfound possessions over and over in my hands, studying the switches and gears, memorizing where the safety was and mentally practicing how to disengage and re-engage it. I read the instructions and warnings on the sides of the magazine boxes, noted how they said that semiautomatic-loading weapons were illegal in many states, and the manufacturer had no liability for any physical or legal consequences for any injury or death resulting from
improper (or proper? Since guns were for shooting, after all) use of its commercial products. I knew I was holding deadly force within the palm of my hands, and knew that should have scared me at least a little bit.

But it didn’t. It did the opposite.

Mom watched me do all of this without comment. I made a point not to meet her eyes for a while, instead keeping my gaze on the gun and the shell magazines. The basement air thickened between us. The ticking sound of the air conditioner as the blower switched on automatically on the other side of the wall seemed way too loud. We both waited for the other to speak, or at least meet a gaze. But neither of us did, and for far too long a time.

Finally, Mom broke the silence. “It’s been way more than ten minutes, and your father isn’t back yet. What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you should go up there after him, Katie. Take the gun with you.”

I forced myself to meet Mom’s eyes.  I saw a lifetime of disappointment behind her tinted glasses and blue-black mascara.

“You’re in a real hurry to get rid of me, aren’t you Mom?” I asked. My tone was cold, deadpan.  I was through with all the bullshit.  I just wanted my mom to tell the truth about me for once.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Admit it. You’ve been trying to get rid of me for years.  Makes me wonder why you didn’t just get rid of me before I was born and saved yourself the trouble.”

All the color drained from Mom’s face.  “How dare you speak like that to me!”

“How dare you say straight to my face that you didn’t want me, that you never wanted me, and that I basically ruined your and Dad’s lives!” I shrieked. “Because that’s basically what you just said.”

Mom took off her glasses, pressed her palms flat against her eye sockets and choked down a sob.  “Katie, you’re reading way too much into this.  Your father and I—-we made a lot of sacrifices for you. Most people who became parents as young as we did would never have done even a tenth of what we’ve done for you. You should be grateful.  And I think it’s high time your father and I had some time to ourselves now that we gave up so much to raise you. Except—-“

“Except now you can’t. Because of the stupid zombies. Which I suppose are all my fault too, just like everything else is.”

Mom slumped down onto a stack of milk crates. “I never said that.”
“You didn’t have to.”

We stared each other down for a minute or two, Mom always keeping a nervous eye on the gun.  For a split second I actually considered shooting her with it, but dismissed the idea as insane.  Plenty of teens my age think they hate their mothers, but they really don’t. It’s just a phase all young women go through.  The more I thought about it though, I didn’t hate my mother.  I honestly didn’t feel anything for her.  I was as indifferent to her now as I was to a lump of coal.  And that was far worse that hate.  After all, in order to hate someone, you have to love them first.  I wasn’t sure I ever loved Mom, and in that moment I doubted my mom ever loved me either.  Sending me off to face the zombies and my almost-certain death just proved my theory.

“So now you want me to save you from the zombies at the risk of my own life, huh?” I said, fingering the barrel of the gun in my hand. “Sort of kills two birds
with one stone, doesn’t it?”
Mom’s face crumpled in horror. “I want you to go find your father!”

“Find him yourself.”

I turned on my heel and dashed up the creaky stairs, skipping the rotten ones at the bottom.  I was still missing one shoe.
I headed up to my room and packed a knapsack with one hand. Clothes, shoes, and random toiletries landed in the bag at random as I kept the gun, cocked and
ready to fire, out at an angle and sweeping the air, ready for whoever and whatever might appear.
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Sinclair, Ivy: Grounded by You

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Grounded by You
by Ivy Sinclair
Publication: November 2013

Genre: NA Contemporary Romance

Lights, camera, and passions flare as a small town boy gets the break of his career. As the lines of life and art blur together, can he also find a way to win the love of the girl who got away?

Carter Samuel Groveson.

His name is on the lips of every woman in the country who has a pulse. An actor pulled from obscurity to star in the most anticipated movie of the century, he’s an enigma to all. Everyone wants a piece of him.

Except her.

Amelia St. John isn’t about to follow the life plan that her father set out for her. She refuses to be tied down or commit to anyone. A year ago, she ran as far and as fast from Sam Groveson as she could. But when he reappears in her life and asks her to be the friend he needs to keep him tethered to reality in the midst of the chaos, she can’t say no.

Unfortunately for Sam, his big break comes with expectations that threaten his career if he doesn’t toe the line. In this high stakes game of love, everyone is watching.


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Iversen, Inger: Few Are Angels

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Title: Few Are Angels

Author: Inger Iversen

Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance

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Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000040_00041]After a fatal hit and run accident, Ella Monroe fears that she’s lost more than her beloved parents. Horrifying visions of a past life and a disturbing voice in her head have psychiatric professionals convinced that she’s lost her sanity as well. But when Kale–a dark and handsome stranger with a mysterious past–reveals the true meaning of her visions and the tremendous power she wields through them, Ella must come to terms with the devastating truths of her own past, while eluding an ancient Dark Prince who seeks to control not only her future, but all of mankind’s, by means of abilities that Ella is only beginning to understand.

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Author picInger Iversen was born in 1982 to Anne and Kaii Iversen. She lives in Virginia Beach with her overweight lap cat, Max and her tree hugging boyfriend Joshua. She spends 90 percent of her time in Barnes and Noble and the other ten pretending not to want to be in Barnes and Noble.

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I’d had a hell of a time convincing Jace that I needed to know the truth about myself and where I was going, but I was getting better at convincing people. If only it had worked with Kale. To me, two days was more than enough time to calm down, but Kale seemed to need more time. That was one thing I didn’t have. He wasn’t answering his phone, and he wasn’t at the mausoleum when Jace, Mia, and I went to check. He and I both avoided answering Mia’s questions with the promise of a full explanation once we returned to the house. I had started to get worried, but Jace explained that Kale was tying up loose ends because I would be leaving and he would have no reason to stay in the area.  I wasn’t sure what loose ends he had, but I hoped I would get a chance to say ‘until we meet again’ because I was never going to say goodbye to him. It was better that we split up until Laurent was taken care of.

I had another reason to go with Jace to the Council. I had a favor to ask. In return, I would stay with them until Laurent was killed. Alex’s flight would be in at midnight and then there was the thirty minute drive to the house, and I had a while to explain everything to Mia.  Jace and I had discussed a plan to get Alex’s cooperation with helping me disappear. I hated saying it like that, but that’s what it was. It was Alex’s job to make sure his family knew I was appreciative of all they’d done, but I needed to leave. On the way to Mia’s from the cemetery, Mia was surprisingly easy to talk to. Her only demand was to be there when Alex arrived. I had told her about Kale believing that the tattooed man was in some way related to the killer and since her parents weren’t home that she shouldn’t stay there. Jace and I took her home to gather some things.

“I can’t believe this, Ella. I mean, I just can’t,” Mia said for the hundredth time. “Why would someone want to kidnap you?” She spoke without a bit of sarcasm. She was truly confused.

“Mia, it’s a long story that I only want to have to tell once, so you can stay with me tonight. When Alex gets here, I will tell you both everything.”

“Fine, but who is this guy?” She pointed at Jace.

He smiled in the rearview mirror as we drove into Elmwood City and reintroduced himself. “I’m Jace Vesco.”

Mia giggled and commenced flirting. “Beautiful accent. Where are you from?”

That was a good question. In fact, any personal question was a good one because I had never asked him about anything other than the Council.

“I’m from Belarus, but I have lived in so many different places that I believe my accent has evolved,” Jace joked, and Mia giggled again.

I could see why she was attracted to Jace. With his blue eyes and shockingly white-blond hair, he was incredibly handsome. His features were exotic and strong, but he didn’t hold an air of mystery like Kale. At least not to me.

“My family is part Italian,” Mia said.

I peeked in the rearview mirror, taking in Mia’s blonde hair and pale skin, and was tempted to ask her about it. But hair dye and makeup could drastically change anyone’s looks. Instead of interrupting their banter, I sent Kale a text, but he didn’t reply. Meanwhile, Jace and Mia continued to flirt back and forth, and I tried not to let my lousy mood interrupt them.

“It would be great to visit my roots in Italy,” I heard Mia say. “I hate living in a small town.  It sucks and most of the women never escape it. If they aren’t pregnant, they’re waitressing with nowhere to go,” she murmured. Shocked once again, I looked in the rearview mirror. Mia’s face was hidden as she looked out of the window. I felt bad for her, she seemed to feel trapped too, but the only problem was that she wasn’t doing anything about it.


McNeill Crane, Kathryn: Searching for Tomorrow

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Some people are blessed to find that one certain person who completes them.

Wrynn’s yesterdays were what others only dream of having. She and Tripp were the best of friends before they even thought about love. They had the fairy tale life where ‘like’ turns into ‘love’, and ‘love’ becomes ‘happily ever after’.

What happens when life conspires against you, and snatches your soul mate from your arms?

…only her forever love ended much too soon.

Broken beyond her own ability to repair, Wrynn boxes up her grief and attempts to raise her three girls the best she can on her own. As time slowly passes, Wrynn relives her life with Tripp while struggling most days to get out of bed. She is reminded of him at every turn.

How do you set your grief and anguish aside? How do you pick up the shattered pieces, put those pieces back together again, and try to move on?

Wrynn tries to find the joy in life every single day through her daughters, family, and friends. Her twin brother Liam has dedicated himself to helping Wrynn put her life back together after losing his own love. On the other hand, her mother-in-law lives to torment her at every turn. Wrynn can’t even find a chance to breathe, much less a desire to somehow search for her tomorrow.

Katie thank you for taking time out to talk to us. We are so excited to finally talk to you.

For those who don’t know much about you, can you tell us a little bit about yourself? Well, I am a simple country girl. I was born in raised in North Carolina. I’ve relocated from the eastern part to the mountains, and I love the simple living here. My hubba hunka hubs and I have been married for twenty years, and we have three kids, and a grandson who totally rocks my world. I love being in the great outdoors, no matter the weather. My temporary office is actually on my front porch. If I have a craving, it’s normally for chocolate; add peanut butter, and we’ve got a deal. I love music, but not when writing, and I love, love, love to read. Food is also one of my passions, both eating and cooking.

What made you choose to write in this style? Hmmm… that’s a hard question. So many books today are all about sex and alpha males, and sex. There’s hardly a story to read between the sex. I wanted to write something that has meat to it, substance, if you will. I also wanted to leave something behind that my children and grandchildren could take pride in. My parents are in their mid-seventies, and I really didn’t want my mom to read my book and question how she raised me. My hope is that Searching for Tomorrow makes you laugh, ticks you off, shatters your heart, mends the pieces back, and leaves you with a little more hope for your Tomorrow. I might should warn the readers, this story is told with a very distinctive Southern voice. If you’re not familiar with Southern voices, search Youtube for Steele Magnolias.

Did you  do any research for your book? Oh yes. I researched 9/11 and also the United States Army. I’ve read heart-wrenching stories from women whose husbands never made it back home. I’ve been privileged to speak to many soldiers to hear their stories.

What type of research did you do? I Googled, of course. I also talked to friends and total strangers. I joined Military Boards and Widows Boards to research the emotions.

Is Searching for Tomorrow a book in a series? Yes, and no. It is a stand-a-lone, but there will be a follow-up for Wryn’s brother Zack. The working title is Tomorrow Found.

Is there a hide message in Searching for Tomorrow? Never, ever give up on love. Faith, hope, and love. The greatest of these is love.

Can you tell us one of your favorite quotes from Searching for Tomorrow? “I’m really not that complicated. I reckon I’ll cry when you say ‘yes’, and then again when you say ‘I do’. Then later on down the road, it’s pretty much a guarantee that I’ll cry when our kids are born. Those sort of things would bring this boy to his knees, cause those things are what’s really important.”

Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it? What I’ve learned could fill a book! There is no just sit down on the weekend and write a book. This labor of love has taken over 300 hours just in the writing. Research was probably another 100. I’ve also learned that it is possible to have a family and a full time job, and still make a dream come true.

What do you use to write your book? I used several spiral bound notebooks and a pen. If I was inspired and empty handed, I would record messages on my phone or text myself. Then, there were days when I was glued to my computer for hours on end.

Do you listen to music while you writing or reading? No. As a matter of fact, if my family is around, I have a tendancy to wear earplugs. I am a no noise kinda writer and reader.

What was the hardest part of writing your book? Actually feeling the grief over losing a spouse, and the struggles a young widow had trying to just live and breathe. I cried ugly tears while writing some parts.

Describe in 5 words, your writing:  Witty Southern old fashioned values.

Who designed the cover? My son and L.U. Ann

If you could write with another author, who would it be? Wow, uhm, LOVE Nora Roberts, but she is way out of my league. There are a ton of Indie authors I would love to write with, but I’m too chicken to ask!

When your were a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? A teacher and a writer

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Favourite Authors? Nora Roberts and Karen Kingsbury

Favourite books?

The Red Tent by Anita Diamante

Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt

My Year of Meats by Ruth Ozeki

Garlic and Sapphires by Ruth Reichl

When Crickets Cry by Charles Martin

Favourite colour? Burnt orange

Favourite eye colour? Chocolate brown like my hubs

Favourite hair colour? I wish I were a red head

Favourite song? Love is by Brandon Heath

Favourite place to write/ read? My front porch 


Random Things About My Novel

The story is set in Highlands, NC. It is one of my most favorite places to visit. Something about it soothes my soul. All of the locations that I wrote about are real places that I try to visit every time I go.

I based the teenage Tripp and Liam on my own 16-year-old son. I’m blessed to have a teenage son who is respectful and polite, and he isn’t ashamed to show his ol’ mom affection, even in the halls of his HS.

Searching for Tomorrow has a definite Southern voice to it. If you ever hear me speak, you’ll definitely understand. If you’re curious what I sound like, watch Steele Magnolias. 🙂

What is your favorite scene in your new release? I loved the spider scene with Mother Tidwell, but really, the whole engagement scene steals my breath.

Flirting Questions

What does love feel like? Warm, fuzzy, secure, safe, sheltered

When was your last kiss? Before my hubs left to go out of town Monday. He comes home tonight, so that will have changed by the time you read this!

What’s an absolute no-no in a relationship? Infidelity…period

How did you meet your significant other?  In the lobby of the bank that I worked in. I was on all fours under a Christmas tree tightening the screws in the base. What can I say? Baby got back!

If you could take a romantic trip, where would it be? Any trip I take with Hubs is romantic. One of his favorite things to do is to whisk me away to wine and dine me.

Do you believe in love at first sight? Absolutely! Ask me how I feel about my grandson Grayson!

Flirting Quickies:

Boxers or Briefs?  Boxer briefs

Facial hair or clean shaven? Facial hair

Alpha or Beta?  Gamma

Planner or Panster? Even if I make plans, I forget them!

White wine or red?  White

Coffee or tea?  Coffee

Vanilla or chocolate?  Chocolate

Sweet or salty?  Salty unless it’s chocolate

Sleep in or get up early?  Early…wanna be healthy, wealthy and wise

Laptop or desktop?  Laptop

Beach or mountains?  Both

Winter or summer?  Summer

Cat or dog?  Neither

Twilight or Fifty Shades?  Twilight

Spotlight or In the Shadows?  Shadows

City or Country?  Country

Clubbing or candlelight dinner?  FOOD every time!

Backpacking or luxury hotel?  Backpacking

Morning or night person?  Night

Christmas or Halloween?  Fourth of July

Optimist or pessimist?  Optimist

If you are reading this, I think you should know that “About me” sounds so very pretentious to me. I guess that is what I am supposed to write about, so here it goes!

Kathryn is a simple country girl who likes to spend time with her hubba, hunka hubby, her three kids and her friends. She loves to cook and really loves to eat! During the spring and summer, you will more than likely find her outside puttering around in her garden. When the veggies start coming in, she will probably be sweating over a hot canner in the kitchen, canning all the goodies she is blessed with. Kathryn likes to hike and go camping, and as a Girl Scout leader, she gets to do this pretty often! On cold winter nights, you will probably find her wrapped in a warm blanket, lost in a good book, while sitting in her rocking chair on the front porch!

Kathryn was born and raised in North Carolina, and while she loves to travel, she can’t imagine ever leaving the mountains that she has come to call home. Not a day goes by that Kathryn doesn’t thank God for abundantly blessing her. He has been so good to her, and she is very grateful. She holds Jeremiah 29:11 very close to her heart and believes it with every fiber of her being. “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

Kathryn loves flip flops, chocolate, sweet tea and dirt between her toes. As far back as she can remember, she’s had a book in her hand. Reading has carried her to places she will never go. It has introduced her to people that she will never meet. When life is great and when it is rough, she’s always been able to find a book to carry her through. She finally decided to write down some of the stories in her head (yes, be scared) and heart after dawdling around and wasting years dreaming. She hopes you enjoy reading those stories as much as she loves writing them!


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Kimelman, Emily: Strings of Glass, A Sydney Rye Novel, #4


Strings of Glass,

A Sydney Rye Novel, #4

by Emily Kimelman



Cover_Strings-Of-GlassSTRINGS OF GLASS is the fourth novel in Emily Kimelman’s Sydney Rye Series of dark murder mystery novels. This series features a strong female protagonist and her rescue dog, Blue. It is recommended for the 18+ who enjoy some violence, don’t mind dirty language, and are up for a dash of sex. Not to mention an awesome, rollicking good mystery!

Sydney Rye is hanging out in India with her boyfriend, Dan, reading paperbacks and sipping beer. No violence and no reminders of her past. But when she and Blue, are attacked by a pact of wild dogs, Sydney starts to feel that old itch again; to do good by being bad.

Trouble finds Rye when she stops the attempted rape and murder of Anita, a reporter working on a story of corruption and human trafficking. The atrocities Anita describes send Sydney, Blue and Dan on a quest that takes them across India after a dangerous and, up until now, untouchable, figure. While Sydney struggles to accept her true nature she realizes that it is the only way to end decades of abuse and exploitation. But Rye fears that she will lose herself, becoming no better than the monster she fights against.



I’d been warned about this pack. Growing larger by the day, it was led by an aggressive alpha male the color of dirty water. This must be him, I thought, as the largest of the three, his head wide, fur the muddy brown of an engorged river, growled at Blue. The compactness of his body spoke of strength and survival. When he barked the saliva that shot from his mouth caught a ray of sunlight streaming through the thick foliage around us.

Muddy Water stepped forward, revving his growl like a teenager on a motorbike. The bitch in the brush flanked our left side and when I turned right, two young dogs, their ears still soft from puppyhood, glowered at me.

The owner of the guest house where I lived warned me to take a stick if I planned on running. “Just in case,” she’d said with a dip of her head and a flip of her hand. Because of her advice I carried a light but solid piece of bamboo about twice the thickness of my thumb. I tapped it on the ground in front of me as I backed toward Blue, keeping my eyes forward, focused on the alpha but paying close attention to my peripheral vision, watching the dogs to my sides.

When I reached Blue he moved backwards with me, slowly and deliberately. But the dogs started to follow with us. We stopped, and raising the stick over my head, I brought it down hard onto a rock. The loud sound and sudden movement spooked the pups to my right but the alpha male just growled louder.

The two dogs flanking Muddy Waters went crazy barking, the force of their calls lifting their front paws off the ground. The mother and the young ones joined in raising a ruckus that certainly beat mine. Blue, his front paws planted on the road, exposed his teeth and growled, his pitch wavering up and down. He wanted me to tell him it was OK to attack. I could feel his energy bundling up inside him, roiling around, soon I’d have no control.



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Emily (author photo)Emily Kimelman lives on a boat in the Hudson Valley with her husband, Sean and their dog Kinsey (named after Sue Grafton’s Kinsey Millhone). Kimelman has a passion for traveling and spends as much time as possible in the pursuit of adventure.

Her “Sydney Rye Series” are dark murder mystery novels which features a strong female protagonist and her rescue dog, Blue. This series is recommended for the 18+ who enjoy some violence, don’t mind dirty language, and are up for a dash of sex. Not to mention an awesome, rollicking good mystery!

The first three books in Kimelman’s series, UNLEASHED, DEATH IN THE DARK, and INSATIABLE are available in the Kindle store individually and in a box set. The fourth book in the Sydney Rye series STRINGS OF GLASS is due out Mid-Summer 2013.

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Kaufman, Andrew E.: Darkness & Shadows

Title: Darkness & Shadows

Author: Andrew E. Kaufman

Genre: Psychological Thriller


Review by ~Patricia, Room With Books~


Andrew E. Kaufman, incredible author of the psychological thrillers, has written another blockbuster, Darkness & Shadows.


Emotionally damaged by a childhood filled with the abuse and indifference of his mother, Patrick Bannister is further devastated when the only woman he ever loved dies in a fire, as he watches on helplessly.


Plagued by loss and guilt, Patrick hits bottom when he loses his job as a crime reporter for News World, but the reporter in him refuses to quit. The question is…will Patrick survive after a deeper look into his past, his own mind and the murder of his dead girlfriend?


The intrigue kept me turning the pages. The suspense kept me from putting Darkness & Shadows down. The fast pace kept me on edge. The trail of evidence kept me guessing right to the end!


A great continuation of Patrick Bannister’s story from The Lion, The Lamb, The Hunted or as a stand-alone novel, I promise you won’t be disappointed.


 Andrew E. Kaufman provided another well-written novel that will keep his readers crying out for more!

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Kaufmann_DarknessShadows_Final_FrontCvrThe only woman Patrick Bannister ever loved has died…again.

Struggling professionally and reeling from the psychological wounds left by a horribly abusive mother, Patrick is driven over the edge by a news report. A wealthy socialite couple has been murdered, and while the wife’s name isn’t familiar, her face certainly is. It’s his first and only love, Marybeth, the woman he lost to a horrific fire years ago.

Is he losing his mind?

Patrick’s obsession to find the truth sends him scouring records and documents that lead him to a shocking discovery: there’s no evidence Marybeth ever lived or, for that matter, ever died. Was the love of Patrick’s life just a product of his abused psyche?

The truth may kill him.

His quest for answers takes him on a twisted mental odyssey that forces him to question his own reality. He might not be able to trust his memories and perceptions of the past, but the answers may still lie in the darkest recesses of his mind.

But Patrick will soon find out that by stoking the flames from that long ago fire, he’s blazing a path straight into danger. And this time, not only is he about to get burned—he could also end up losing his life.

In The Lion, The Lamb, The Hunted, Andrew E. Kaufman thrilled readers with a bestseller of psychological suspense. In Darkness & Shadows, he ratchets up the tension, weaving a masterful web of intrigue.

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It is a real privilege and my pleasure to interview Andrew E. Kaufman, author of Darkness & Shadows. Welcome to Room With Books, Andrew!

First let me give my readers a little background about you, Andrew.

Thomas Photography 2011Andrew E. Kaufman is a broadcast journalist-turned-author, living in Southern California, along with his Labrador Retrievers, two horses, and a very bossy Jack Russell Terrier who thinks she owns the place.

Andrew was named one of the highest-grossing independent authors in the country when his total number of books sold pushed well past the six-figure mark. The Lion, the Lamb, the Hunted: A Psychological Thriller was on Amazon’s Top 100 for more than one hundred days. It became their seventh bestselling title out of more than one million e-books available nationwide and number one in its genre. His first novel, While the Savage Sleeps, made the Top 100 as well and was number one in its genre, passing up two of Stephen King’s current releases at the time. Both books are bestsellers in the UK and Germany, and both books were simultaneously number one in their genres in the U.S.

His success resulted in signing an international dual publishing deal with Thomas & Mercer and 47North. His newest work, Darkness & Shadows, an intense psychosexual thriller, is available now.

He was also a writer for, Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Cancer Book (Simon & Schuster/2009) where he chronicled his battle with the disease.

After receiving his journalism and political science degrees at San Diego State University, Andrew began his writing career as an Emmy-nominated writer/producer, working at the CBS affiliate in San Diego, and then in Los Angeles. For more than ten years, he produced special series and covered many nationally known cases, including the O.J. Simpson Trial.

Andrew is represented by Scott Miller, Executive Vice President of Trident Media Group in New York.

It’s easy to find Andrew on Facebook and his website.

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1. Tell me a little about Darkness & Shadows and what inspired you to write it?

When I finished The Lion, the Lamb, the Hunted, Patrick, my protagonist, refused to leave me. I sort of bonded with him in a surreal way, and besides that, his life still felt incomplete and unresolved. Patrick is someone I’d call an ever-evolving character, and there was so much more he needed to learn about life. After struggling about whether to write a sequel, I finally gave in. While Darkness & Shadows is written to stand alone—and can easily be read this way for new readers—my hope is that those who read the first book will feel satisfied moving on to the next. The challenge was to write a book that everyone could enjoy whether or not they read the first one.

2. When you start writing, do you have the story outlined or do your characters dictate what will happen?

I’m what you would call a “pantser”, meaning that I fly by the seat of my pants.  I’m an intuitive writer by nature, which means I never outline (read, random and disorganized). I always tell people that my characters tell the story, and I just write it.

3. Have you ever had arguments with your characters and who usually wins?

I can’t say that I have, probably because I listen so closely and trust them to tell the stories. They’re smarter than I. Also, they are in charge of making coffee, and if they get irritated, they hold out. I can’t have that.

4. What is one thing about you your readers would be surprised to know?

OLIVESWell, It’s common knowledge I have a chocolate addiction, but I’m also disturbingly obsessed with Red Cerrignolia olives. The rare and elusive superhero of the olive family. The Elvis of olives. The gold standard that all other olives can only dream of nearing. Oh God, I need to step-up my quest for these….Have you seen any lately?

5. If you could write with any other author who would it be any why?

That’s a tough one. The list would be very long. I do love the idea of collaborating with another writer; although, I’m not sure whether there’s anyone alive who could put up with my neurotic writing habits. I mean, my many neuroses are charming and endearing, of course, but still…

6. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? 

I often tell people that I was born a writer. It must have been written into my DNA because, for as long as I could remember, I knew I was meant to do this. It always seemed like I communicated better on paper than through the spoken word.

7. When did you decide to write and what prompted you to start?

I don’t think there was ever an actual decision—it always felt understood that I would write. The only choice was how I’d make a living at it. In college, I majored in journalism, then went on to become a TV news writer and producer for a good ten years, working in San Diego and then Los Angeles. After a while, however, I began to realize that writing about real life felt like a drain on my creativity and imagination. It was the same thing, day in, day out. When I got laid off, it felt more like an act of divine intervention than downfall. That was when I got pushed—or rather, shoved—out of my comfort zone and decided to give this author thing a try.

8. What music inspires your writing?

Really, pretty much everything. I compile a playlist of music for each book I write, songs that feel relevant not just to the stories but also the emotional arcs. I love country music, but those lists can have anything, from Eminem, to Maroon 5, to Bruno Mars…Well, you get the point. 🙂

Drew Kaufman & CalebFun Facts:

What is your favorite breakfast? Anything with chocolate or caffeine.

What is your favorite color? Green. But only specific greens. Those in the blue-green range, not yellow greens. Those remind me of puke. (Do you remember that neurosis that I referred to earlier? Yeah…)

What is your favorite movie? Anything depressing, dark, and disturbing. And good. Obvs.

What is your dream car (details please)? The Ferrari Berlinetta, hands down. In fact, one of the characters in Darkness & Shadows drives one.

How can readers find you? It’s easy to find Andrew on Facebook and his website.

Hughes, Jill Elaine: Beauty Secrets

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CoverThe Great Recession. Reality TV. Luxury cosmetics. And a basset hound named Botox. What do all these things have in common?

They’re all essential story components in BEAUTY SECRETS, a sexy romantic comedy novel, written in a style best described as “Jennifer Weiner meets E. L. James.”

Amanda Brown is a high-flying cosmetics executive for Revina Corporation, the oldest and most venerable cosmetics company in America. She comes from a good “old money” family, she went to Swarthmore, and she lives in a beautiful penthouse apartment in NYC’s Meatpacking District. But she’s only successful on the surface—-like many New Yorkers, she’s also financially overextended. Her parents are dead, her trust fund is gone, and when the Great Recession hammers her company, like millions of people across America she suddenly finds her job hanging by a thread.

Enter George Watson, a hedge-fund manager and self-made man from the Midwest who swoops in from Indiana to rebuild Revina Corporation from the ground up. Even if he fired everyone else at the company, he decides to keep Amanda on for her expertise. The two of them are from different worlds, and they can’t stand each other. But that doesn’t stop them from having wild no-holds-barred sex on their first meeting—-for reasons neither of them fully understand.

But this is no ordinary corporate takeover, and the unlikely romance between George and Amanda is no ordinary love story. It involves corporate greed, undercover investigative reporters, a sleazy reality TV producer who puts George and Amanda’s sexual relationship on national television, dark family secrets—-and a dog named Botox.

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Amanda took a brief tour of the store. It had been so long since she’d done her own shopping — she even had her groceries delivered, not that she cooked very often — that the very act of trolling the aisles was a novelty. She walked up and down past racks of shampoo and conditioner (not her brand), bins of empty plastic spray bottles (what on earth were those for, anyway?) and the baby-formula section, finally ending up at a display of condoms next to the pharmacy counter.


Amanda stared at the rows of brightly colored packaging in wonder. She’d never considered the idea that people actually went into stores and bought condoms. All the men she had dated over the past several years produced them as if out of thin air when they were already naked in her bed. Her college sorority house had kept a jar of them in the communal bathroom, though she’d never taken any. Condoms were something that just seemed to appear when required, not something that you went out and purchased like batteries and pantyhose.

Her eyes scanned the racks, noticing that some of the selections on offer featured silhouettes of slender, naked couples in sensual embraces, while others had “special vibrating rings for extra fun.” There were even flavored lubricants and serums that promised to add “heat” and “wow factor.”

Wow factor?

Amanda closed her eyes and felt herself blush. What kind of place was this? She felt like she’d stumbled into some kind of X-rated store on the side of the interstate, not a respectable-if-low-end Duane Reed. How on earth was stuff like this sold out in the open? Shouldn’t it be locked behind a counter or something?

Still, she couldn’t help but be intrigued, even a little titillated. Amanda’s sex life was nil at the moment, not that she cared all that much. But one should always be prepared, right? You just never knew what might happen. She selected a magenta box of Trojans with Vibrating Ring For Extra Fun and a tube of Wow Factor. Then she walked straight to the pharmacy counter to pay for them, too embarrassed to be seen carrying the racy items around the store. Once they were safely tucked in a plain white paper bag (stapled shut, for extra privacy), she headed to the front of the store to conduct a little market research.

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It is my pleasure to interview Jill Elaine Hughes, author of Beauty Secrets. Welcome to Room With Books.

What sparked your interest in becoming a romance writer?

I think it was because I always loved reading romance, from Jane Austen up to modern erotica. I’m always a sucker for a good love story.  Even if I already know how it will end, I love the wild ride!

What was the first romance novel you read that made an impression on you?

Probably Austen’s Pride & Prejudice, which I read in college.  I’d read scores of romances prior to that, both modern-day and from the literary canon, but that one really stuck with me and I always remember it.  I think it sets the bar for the whole genre. I’m also a sucker for Jane Eyre and anything by Jennifer Weiner.

Tell us 5 surprising things about yourself.

  1. I’m an Irish-Catholic who converted to Buddhism.  And I’m married to a Chinese guy who was born and raised Buddhist but converted to Catholicism. Weird, huh?
  2. I hate mashed potatoes.
  3. I’m dangerously allergic to bee stings.
  4. I have naturally curly hair.
  5. I’m a triathlete.

What is your writing environment?

I write full-time (I’m a freelance journalist as well as a novelist) and the entire third floor of my house is my writing studio.

One of your favorite quotes.

“If you got paid to write something, and you paid the light bill with the money, then I consider you talented.”—Stephen King

Who is your perfect hero? And why?

I like heroes who are strong and successful, yet mysterious.  I like them to have some kind of dark past that involves deep personal flaws that they have overcome at least somewhat, but still contribute some quirkiness to their character.  This is what intrigues readers and also keeps me engaged when writing.

Which authors have caught your interest lately? Why?

There are too many to name! Of late I’ve liked Avery Aster’s MANHATTANITES series with Ellora’s Cave, J.L. Mac’s WRECK ME series, anything by Sylvia Day, and of course EL James!

What type of book have you always wanted to write?

I have written almost 20 books, of many different types and subgenres, so there aren’t many types I haven’t written yet.  But I DO want to eventually write a New York Times bestseller!

Who are your dream dinner party guests? All authors! (and a little eye candy) 

EL James, Jane Austen, Jennifer Weiner, Sara Gruen, D.H. Lawrence, and Charlie Hunnam!

What’s the last movie you watched and loved?

Probably FLIGHT, with Denzel Washington.  Good film with a good message. Plus you get to see Denzel naked, so there’s that.

Most nerdy  in high school. (popular, nerdy, sporty…) Why?

I was senior class valedictorian.

Top three things on your bucket list.

  • Go to India.
  • Go to Ireland.
  • Go to Africa.


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Flirting Questions

Which actor or book character do you have a crush on?

Hugh Jackman, Colin Firth, and Mr. Darcy.

What’s your favorite body part of the opposite sex?

Aside from the obvious (snark), eyes.

What does love feel like?

Knowing that you want to spend the rest of your life with that person.

Hey, baby! What’s your sign?


When was your last kiss?

This morning.

What’s an absolute no-no in a relationship?

Cheating, lying, and violence.

How did you meet your significant other?

We actually met online!

What’s your idea of a perfect date?

Dinner and a movie without the kids!

If you could take a romantic trip, where would it be?

I’ve traveled a lot already, but I’ve always wanted to spend a week in Hawaii. Preferably on Maui or Kauai, they are more secluded.

Do you believe in love at first sight?


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Flirting Quickies:

Boxers or Briefs? Boxers

Facial hair or clean shaven? Stubble

Alpha or Beta?  Alpha

Planner or Panster? Panster

White wine or red? Red

Coffee or tea? Tea

Vanilla or chocolate? Vanilla

Sweet or salty? Both, at the same time!

Sleep in or get up early? Sleep in

Laptop or desktop?  laptop

Beach or mountains?  Mountains

Winter or summer? Winter

Cat or dog? Dog

Twilight or Fifty Shades? Definitely Fifty Shades!

Spotlight or In the Shadows?  Spotlight

City or Country? City

Clubbing or candlelight dinner? Candelight dinner

Backpacking or luxury hotel? Hotel

Morning or night person?  Night

Christmas or Halloween? Halloween

Optimist or pessimist? Optimist

Heavens, Kerry: Still Human

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Danny and Liv are back…

Danny loves Liv. He knows he loves her more than she loves him because she ran without a word when she saw their future mapped out before her. He knows he will never love anyone like he loved her and this time he doesn’t think he can move on.

Liv loves Danny. She knows she loves him more than he loves her because he broke her heart in the worst possible way, right when things were falling into place. She knows she will never love anyone like she loves him and this time she doesn’t think she can move on.

They needed a second chance because they just weren’t ready for their first, but when events changed everything between them, they discovered they were just human after all. Now Liv and Danny have to find a way to survive being hurt by each other.

They doubted, they underestimated and they did believe the worst, but only because they were too young the first time and too vulnerable the second time. But now they have changed and if they are not the same, surely things can only turn out differently?



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Kerry Heavens:

Terrible wife

Mediocre mother

Appalling housewife

Fashion graduate

Wedding coordinator

Sex toy salesperson

Shop manager Designer

Font collector

Romance addict

Fancier of nice men

Ok, fancier of almost all men

Awesome cupcake baker

Incessant singer

Film buff









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Scott is up, dressed and looking particularly chipper when I arrive laden down with groceries.

“Wow! You realise it’s A.M. right?” I rib as I put the groceries down.

“Yeah, yeah,” he dismisses.

“So how are you?” asks Jen with her well-rehearsed tone.

“I’m doing okay,” I say, trying not to brush her off. I know she is worried about me, but I can’t do what she wants me to do. I’m not chasing Liv. Jen has tried cajoling, nagging, yelling and crying. There is only bribery left, but she seems to have risen above that. She wants me to be happy, but she is wrong about how I can achieve that. I should have left the whole thing alone. But I went against my gut and this is the result. I won’t make that mistake again. I’m staying put. Screw Liv.

“Working hard?’ Jen asks, this is more of an accusation.

“Yes,” I say like a sulky teen. “But it’s what I need right now. Anyway, I need the money…I’ve a huge credit card bill to pay.” I joke, referring to the ring. But there is little humor to be found, even when the joke is my own. I sigh. How did I become the guy with two unwanted engagement rings to his name?

Jen doesn’t push further.

“So whose turn is it to cook?” I ask, knowing full well it’s mine, I’m just trying to change the subject. Jen rolls her eyes and sets about making coffee. Scott takes the morning papers over to the table, his usual position. I’ve no idea when he became exempt from cooking, but Jen and I take turns.

I get on with mixing the batter, it’s second nature now, and Jen and I move about the kitchen in perfect sync with one another. I wonder distantly, how I thought it would be easy to give this up and move. I love these guys.

 We make Scott do all the donkey work after breakfast; it’s only fair that he cleans up. Jen and I poke fun at him for our own amusement, from where we sit in the garden.

 “I’m just not used to seeing him this alert on a Saturday morning,” I tease.

“We went for a walk on the beach this morning,” Jen says with a knowing look. “We had stuff to talk about.”

“And?” I ask, knowing full well the subject they needed to discuss. They have been back and forth all week on this sperm donor thing. I know Jen is terrified, but Scott sees it as no big deal and just wants to get on with it. I really admire the guy; hell, it’s quite a dent in the old masculinity. But as far as he is concerned, it’s just a blip. Any child that is conceived as a result would be his and his alone. Jen has just read one bad example and it has her all in knots. She’s worried that Scott won’t feel connected to the baby and she’ll be left all alone. That just wouldn’t happen.

Scott joins us just then and they smile at each other. “I talked her around,” Scott says, never taking his eyes off Jen as he sits beside her. God, he loves her.

“That’s great!’ I exclaim and put my arms around Jen lifting her slightly out of her chair. “So what happens now?”

“Well…we start looking,” she says with a nervous smile. “It’s a long process and we need a few months to figure out my ovulation issues.”

Okay, here goes. I can’t handle any more rejection this week. “I don’t know the best way to approach this,” I say, looking them in the eye in turn. “But, when you’re ready, I was hoping you would consider me.”

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Cameron, J.T.: Break My Fall

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When Leah’s ex-boyfriend Kevin betrays her in a horrifically public way, she leaves town to spend her last summer of college in a place where no one knows who she is, what happened to her, and what she did to make herself so vulnerable.

All she wants is a little peace of mind and some good surfing so she can regroup before returning for her senior year.

After his own tragedy a few years ago, Drew developed an entirely new and unique outlook on life and became a risk-taker, daring and dangerous, everything Leah wanted to avoid.

But a chance encounter forces her to let Drew into her life, little by little, secret by secret. He’s smart, funny, persistent, hot, and makes money in a rather unconventional way.

They share a mutual fascination and attraction, until her past with Kevin complicates her present with Drew, making Leah question her future.

Just as her life seems to be spinning out of control, Leah learns that sometimes you save someone by letting them save you.

(New Adult romance)


Drew put his hat on and pulled it down just enough to where I could still see his eyes. He finally answered, and it wasn’t what I expected at all. “You’re the first girl I’ve ever seen surfing around here. I mean really surfing, not just messing around. That interested me. That’s why I talked to you those times. Because you were different. Like me. You’re a risk-taker, but something’s holding you back. Something happened to you. That’s why you’re here. That’s why you mostly keep to yourself. That’s why you have those walls up.”

I felt my eyes narrowing in anger. I didn’t like this at all. Everything he was saying was true. And it pissed me off. I slid off the seat and stood. “I have to go.”

I started walking toward the door and I had just picked up my surfboard when he said, “Leah, wait. I’m sorry.”

I turned around.

He got up and moved toward me. “It’s raining like crazy, it’s still windy. At least let me drive you home.

I looked out the window and saw that it was still quite blustery. Walking home with this surfboard wouldn’t have been much fun. And it was only a short distance, which meant I wouldn’t have to put up with him for long. I pushed the door open and started to walk out. “Okay. But stop psychoanalyzing me.”

He held the door open for me. “Done.”

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