Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Bout of Books - Day 2 Update

Hey y'all!  Happy Wednesday!  We are deep into BOB 20 (YEAH) and I am still having SO MUCH FUN!

Here's my update for Tuesday:

Books Started: 3 (Because I got so into my zombie book, then at bed, I was in the mood to read something not about zombies.)
Books Finished: 0
Pages Read Tuesday: 93
Total Pages Read:  139

And the Books:
My DNF...

Currently Reading: 



And Now: Tuesdays Challenge! 

Synopsis Rewrite

For this challenge, all you have to do is rewrite the synopsis of a book from another character's point of view. Make it their story instead. If you post on social media, be sure to use #synopsisrewritebob20 to share.

My synopsis rewrite is for the book Shadow and Bone, by Leigh Bardugo:

The Darkling has never known real love.  He has spent his life in pursuit of pure power.  The endless gestures of the grisha never fail to bore him. 

Then he meets the Sun Summoner.   No other grisha has been a threat to him.  Until now.  The Darkling will stop at nothing to make sure that his power remains intact despite assaults from newcomers and allies alike. 

Will The Darkling be able to survive the rise of the most powerful grisha he's ever known? 


Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Latte Girl - Katia Rose

 
 
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Latte Girl
by Katia Rose
Publication date: August 17th 2017
Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Romance


Synopsis:
Hot coffee is a regular fixture in Hailey Warren’s life. Hot guys? Not so much.
Her grueling shifts at a cafe in the heart of the city’s business sector are rarely punctuated by anything special, so when the gorgeous heir to the security company next door strides into Hailey’s life, it feels like punctuation with a capital P (or D, depending on your preferred terminology).
Jordan Knox is enough to send her heart racing faster than a triple shot of espresso, and when the attraction proves to be mutual, no hidden corners or empty offices are safe from their game of cat and mouse.
But when she’s ready to drop the pretenses, Jordan continues to hold back, and Hailey realizes he’s been hiding secrets that could make whatever’s brewing between them boil over and burn.
‘Latte Girl’ is a full length, standalone novel, and the debut title from author Katia Rose.


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Katia Rose is not much of a Pina Colada person, but she does like getting caught in the rain. She prefers her romance served steamy with a side of smart, and is a sucker for quirky characters. A habit of jetting off to distant countries means she’s rarely in one place for very long, but she calls the frigid northland that is Canada home.

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His body is turned towards me, one arm resting along the top of the couch. I think about how easy it would be to slide closer, to let him wrap his arm around my shoulders and put my head on his chest. My hands almost twitch at the thought of creeping up under his shirt again and feeling the smooth ridges of his stomach, the heat coming off his skin.


“Just you and all your millions of dollars,” I say, trying to get the conversation back on track.


“We’re not that rich,” protests Jordan.


I give him a skeptical look.


“Okay, we’re rich,” he concedes, “but are you really telling me that growing up in a two million dollar house would be worth growing up without a sister?”


“Point taken,” I admit.


But growing up in a house where I could actually use a vibrator without my entire family hearing would have been nice, I add to myself.


Jordan is staring at me like I’ve announced I have a third nipple and I realize with horror that I just spoke my thoughts out loud.
 
 
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Bout of Books 20 - Monday Update

Hey y'all!  Did you survive day 1 of Bout of Books?!  Good!  Well, here's my update for Monday!

I added Elle Kennedy's The Mistake, as I was reading it before Bout of Books started and wanted to see if I could get it finished.  I read 46 pages before I decided to DNF because I just couldn't get into the story. 

I know, I know! Don't bring out the pitchforks and torches ;)



So, anyway, my day 1 stats are:

Books Started: 1
Books Finished: 0
Pages Read on Monday: 46
Total Pages Read: 46







Monday, August 21, 2017

Handbook For Mortals - Lani Sarem


Book & Author Details:

Handbook for Mortals
by Lani Sarem
Publication date: August 15th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy

Synopsis:
Zade Holder has always been a free-spirited young woman, from a long dynasty of tarot-card readers, fortunetellers, and practitioners of magick. Growing up in a small town and never quite fitting in, Zade is determined to forge her own path. She leaves her home in Tennessee to break free from her overprotective mother Dela, the local resident spellcaster and fortuneteller.
Zade travels to Las Vegas and uses supernatural powers to become part of a premiere magic show led by the infamous magician Charles Spellman. Zade fits right in with his troupe of artists and misfits. After all, when everyone is slightly eccentric, appearing ”normal” is much less important.
Behind the scenes of this multimillion-dollar production, Zade finds herself caught in a love triangle with Mac, the show’s good-looking but rough-around-the-edges technical director and Jackson, the tall, dark, handsome and charming bandleader.
Zade’s secrets and the struggle to choose between Mac or Jackson creates reckless tension during the grand finale of the show. Using Chaos magick, which is known for being unpredictable, she tests her abilities as a spellcaster farther than she’s ever tried and finds herself at death’s door. Her fate is left in the hands of a mortal who does not believe in a world of real magick, a fortuneteller who knew one day Zade would put herself in danger and a dagger with mystical powers…
Handbook for Mortals is the first book in the series of this urban fantasy, paranormal romance series by author Lani Sarem.
Following Zade through the trials–and romance–of finding her own place in the world, readers will identify with their own struggles to fit in, reflected in the fantastic, yet mundane world of Zade’s life.
Handbook for Mortals is in development as a motion picture set to debut in 2018.


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Lani Sarem basically grew up in the entertainment industry. She began acting at age three and continued to act and perform through her early years. Lani began writing scripts when she was eleven. Over the years she has become a jack-of-all-trades in the entertainment business. She became a rock n’ rolly gypsy at fifteen and started touring with bands and working on festivals. She’s toured with everyone from Ryan Adams to Gnarls Barkley. She also became one of the youngest female managers in the business and managed bands like the Plain White T's, 100 Monkeys and Blues Traveler. Lani has appeared in films like Mall Cop 2, Jason Bourne, and Trailer Park Shark. Handbook for Mortals is a debut novel of a series of books, which are also being made into feature films. You can follow Lani on her social networks to keep up with her many adventures and look out for her at a Wizard World Comic Con near you. 

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His To Keep - Vivian Wood

 
 
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His To Keep
by Vivian Wood
Publication date: August 19th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis:
From Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestseller Vivian Wood
Nothing this fake should feel so good.

CEO Connor Cavanaugh is a man in charge. He dominates in meeting rooms and at the gym, and his sinfully sexy body is proof. His upcoming wedding is supposed to seal the deal, putting his company in the spotlight and making it rain.
That all goes down in flames when he walks in on his bride-to-be with another man.
No one can know that a woman tried to make a fool of Connor Cavanaugh.
Cancelling the wedding is the only option… until he spots a gorgeous brunette at the wedding planner’s office. Samantha. The perfect fake fiancée.
She has a body that makes him want to walk her over the threshold, but she’s sweet. Harmless. She’ll suit the position perfectly.
The only problem? Samantha has a wicked smile that keeps him up at night. Every day, she’s more tempting than the last.
He swore he wouldn’t f*ck around with his fake fiancée. He signed a contract. He paid. But the more he sees, the more he wants… too bad Sam has plans of her own.


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Vivian likes to write about troubled, deeply flawed alpha males and the fiery, kick-ass women who bring them to their knees.

Vivian's lasting motto in romance is a quote from a favorite song: "Soulmates never die."

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Excerpt 
He took her empty hand and began to forge a path through the crowd. Huddled at the end of the bar was his small, but usual crew. His three buds from high school, two of them with their short-term girlfriends. Connor couldn’t be bothered to learn their names, they moved through them so quickly.
“Hey, guys,” he shouted over the music. “This is Sam. My girlfriend.”
One of his friends didn’t even bother to stop his mouth from dropping open. “Girlfriend? But didn’t you just—”
“Didn’t I just what?” he asked quickly.
“Nothing, man. Hey, Sam. I’m Chase, and this is Jay and Dan. We’ve known Connor forever, so feel free to ask us for any embarrassing stories about him. And this is my girlfriend, Anna, and Eve over there.”
“Hi,” Sam said smoothly to each of them. She worked her usual magic with ease. Connor was aware of the girls as they sized her up, on edge because of the clear competition. However, Sam had a way of putting snark to bed and lavished compliments on them.
“I have to say,” Chase said. “You’re, uh, not what I expected.”
“No? What did you expect?” she asked.
Chase downed the last of his drink. “To be honest, Connor’s type is usually blonde and dumb as a brick.”
“Chase!” his girlfriend said, and smacked him on the chest.
“What! It’s a compliment,” he said. “I mean, I don’t know you, Sam, but I can tell you’re a smart girl.”
“Since when is my type dumb and blonde?” Connor asked, honestly confused. Sandra hadn’t been blonde. Was that really what his friends thought of him? He knew Chase could be an ass at times, but he was also brutally honest when he was drunk. And he was plenty drunk now.
“Uh, since THOT was all up on your junk,” Chase said. He pointed to the girl who hanged off the male model. “Don’t worry,” he said to Sam. “Connor walked right away from that trainwreck.”
“He can dance with whomever he wants to,” Sam said with a smile. “It’s who he comes home to that I care about.”
Amidst whoops and hollers, Connor put an arm around her, and felt her stiffen. “You got yourself a good one for once,” Jay said.
“Yeah,” Eve slurred. “You should kiss her!”
Somehow, the little group rallied their thoughts enough to start a chant of, “Kiss her!” over and over. “C’mon, man, we’re doing you a favor,” Dan said.
Unable to think of a way out of it, Connor leaned down to meet Sam’s lips. Why not? She should be expecting this anyway. It’s not like I’m asking her to sleep with me.
He meant it to just be a peck, but as soon as their lips met he couldn’t pull away. Her lips, though he knew they’d be soft and supple, were also magnetic. She tasted like just the faintest trace of scotch and her own sweet, natural self. Sam responded, and parted her lips.
She turned to face him, and he slid his hand from her shoulder to the back of her head. He traced her jaw with his thumb and pressed himself against her. He felt one of her hands on his back, and her breasts squeezed against him. Connor couldn’t help it. He grew hard against her stomach.
Sam pulled back, startled and wide-eyed. His friends hollered some more, but simultaneously turned back to the bar as they realized their drinks needed refreshing.
“Sam!” The redhead, Ellie, was suddenly by their side. “We couldn’t find you. We looked and—who’s this?” she asked, and turned to Connor. Her big doe eyes searched his.
“Um, this is Connor,” she said. Sam dabbed at her lips. “My, uh, my boyfriend.”
“Your boyfriend?” Ellie asked. “Then who the hell was the guy you came—”
“Just a friend,” Sam said.
“He didn’t act like just a friend,” Ellie said suspiciously as Henry approached from behind.
“He’s gay,” Sam said.
“Oh. Well, nice to meet you, Connor,” she said. “This is my boyfriend, Henry.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Connor said to him. It was rare to meet a man in civilian life that matched his height and brawn.
“We haven’t heard a thing about you,” Ellie said. He saw Henry nudge her.
“Sam likes her privacy,” Connor said.
“Thanks for the tip. I’ve only known her for five years,” Ellie said.
“As fun as this is,” Sam interrupted, “I think I’m about to head out. I have a massive headache.”
“Justin Bieber will do that to you,” Henry said, clearly happy for the excuse to leave. “Ready?” he asked Ellie. Ellie looked out to the crowd with a pout.
“I guess. If my boyfriend and best friend are leaving, it would be pretty awkward for me to stay.”
Sam gave Connor a look, said her goodbyes to his friends, and left with Ellie and Henry in tow.
“Damn, Connor, how’d you pull that?” Chase asked as soon as she was out of earshot.
“What, you think she’s out of my league?” Connor asked. He took another sip of his scotch.
“Uh, yeah,” Chase said as Anna rolled her eyes.
“She seems nice, Connor,” Anna said. “Good for you.”
“So are you hitting that, like, on the regular?” Dan asked.
“Oh my God! Could you be any hornier?” Eve asked. “Do you want, like, a play by play or something?”
“More like a blow by blow, if he can be bothered. Everyone here is getting laid besides me. Cut me a little slack!”
Connor remained quiet as his friends continued to talk about how much they liked Sam. “So, hey,” Anna said as she slipped between him and Chase. “What was up with you on the dance floor with that girl, then? I mean, I’m guessing you and Sam are a new thing, but still—”
“Why don’t you worry about your own relationship?” he asked and nodded toward Chase.
“Asshole,” she said, and moved away from him.


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Bout of Books 20 - Sign up Post

HEY READERS!  Today is the start of Bout of Books 20, and even though I had the intention of signing up LAST WEEK, I am signing up today, at the very. last. minute!  So, this is my official declaration of doing Bout of Books 20 this week. 

Need to know what Bout of Books is?!  Okay:

The Bout of Books read-a-thon is organized by Amanda Shofner and Kelly @ Reading the Paranormal. It is a week long read-a-thon that begins 12:01am Monday, August 21st and runs through Sunday, August 27th in whatever time zone you are in. Bout of Books is low-pressure. There are challenges, giveaways, and a grand prize, but all of these are completely optional. For all Bout of Books 20 information and updates, be sure to visit the Bout of Books blog. - From the Bout of Books team

I did take some time to write out a list of the books I (hope and want) to read this week.  They Are:









Ambitious?  Maybe - but what's the point of a readathon if you can't pick out way to many books and read them all in one week?!  If you've never done Bout of Books before - what are you waiting for?! Go read!

Review: Grounded: The Adventures of Rapunzel - Megan Morrison

Title: Grounded: The Adventures of Rapunzel
Author: Megan Morrison
Format: Hardcover
Rating 4 Stars

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"Think you know Rapunzel's story? Think again, because the tower was only the beginning..." -- Jennifer Nielsen, New York Times bestselling author of THE FALSE PRINCE

In all of Tyme, from the Redlands to the Grey, no one is as lucky as Rapunzel. She lives in a magic tower that obeys her every wish; she reads wonderful books starring herself as the heroine; her hair is the longest, most glorious thing in the world. And she knows this because Witch tells her so---her beloved Witch, who protects her from evil princes, the dangerous ground under the tower, even unhappy thoughts. Rapunzel can't imagine any other life.

Then a thief named Jack climbs into her room to steal one of her enchanted roses. He's the first person Rapunzel's ever met who isn't completely charmed by her (well, the first person she's met at all, really), and he is infuriating-- especially when he hints that Witch isn't telling her the whole truth. Driven by anger at Jack and her own nameless fears, Rapunzel descends to the ground for the first time, and finds a world filled with more peril than Witch promised ... and more beauty, wonder, and adventure than she could have dreamed.
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Everyone is familiar with the story of Rapunzel.  Grounded, a retelling of the story by Megan Morrison, is a magical story that 10 to 12 year old reads will love. 

I can certainly appreciate the good writing and wonderful storytelling in this novel.  It was well written and the story was well developed.  I think it was certainly interesting to have Rapunzel view the witch as a sort of mother figure. (Although, Rapunzel doesn't have any idea what a mother is, or even know the word mother.  She does call the witch just Witch the way most people would say mother, though.)

The characters were a lot of fun as well.  I appreciated that Rapunzel wasn't saved by a prince but rather by a thief named Jack.  She didn't realize he was a thief, of course, but when she discovered that he was, it was quite a surprise.  I think Rapunzel did the most growing out of all the characters in this story. She started out as this really naive, innocent thing who had never left her tower and had no idea about the world outside.  At the end of the novel, she was still somewhat innocent, but she knew stuff about Envearia (Witch) that made it easier for her to let witch go when witch died. 

This book has a lot of action, fights between witch and pretty much everyone who comes into Rapunzels tower, a tree sucking Rapunzel inside of itself to show Rapunzel things, and some death and surprises!  I won't spoil everything, because I want you to read this book - so go read. 

This book will be a hit for kids and their adults as well.

Stay With Me - Hensley Park

 
 
Book & Author Details:

Stay With Me
by Hensley Park
Published by: Swoon Romance
Publication date: August 21st 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance

Synopsis:
All he wanted was to break through her tough exterior.
All she wanted was to be left alone.
When they finally got together, it was everything.
Explosive. Epic. Delicious.
And then he found his calling. The military.
And she was proud. And jealous. She wanted him home. With her. Not half-way around the world where their relationship was defined by quick calls, video chats, and letters.
She knew it was wrong. She knew it was crazy. She asked him to choose.
And he did.
Falling head-over-heels in love was the easy part. Sweet. Sexy. Good.
Loving a man who is always gone, deployed, and proud to serve his country takes courage and sacrifice.
All she wanted was for him to stay.
STAY WITH ME is a story told in parts. We’ll hope you’ll stay with us as the story develops, and we encourage you to share STAY WITH ME with your friends.


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Hensley Park loves the smell of roses. She's an animal lover and also enjoys listening to music, hanging with friends and going to movies. She is a super nerd who appreciates all things Geek. A perfect day for Hensley would include reading and napping. 

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Sunday, August 20, 2017

A Final Deal - Nadia Lee

 
 
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A Final Deal
by Nadia Lee
Publication date: August 15th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance


Synopsis:
One thing I’ve never lacked in life is money. I was born to it. I’ve made it hand over fist. I have more than I know what to do with.
But all that money couldn’t give me Faith Mortimer, a damaged heiress with secrets of her own. I found her irresistible two years ago, and would’ve laid my empire at her feet…until she betrayed me.
Now she barges into my office, offering marriage, ostensibly to help me fulfill the conditions of my father’s hateful deal. Although I toss her out, I’m curious. Once I realize how desperate she is, I make a counteroffer that leaves her vulnerable and defenseless.
However, I never counted on my own machinations leaving me exposed in return…and both our hearts are going to break before this is over…


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Kindle UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B074PK9HGB/
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AUTHOR BIO:
NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author Nadia Lee writes sexy, emotional contemporary romance. Born with a love for excellent food, travel and adventure, she has lived in four different countries, kissed stingrays, been bitten by a shark, ridden an elephant and petted tigers.

Currently, she shares a condo overlooking a small river and sakura trees in Japan with her husband and son. When she's not writing, she can be found reading books by her favorite authors or planning another trip.

Stay in touch with her via her website http://www.nadialee.net/ or her blog http://www.nadialee.net/blog/

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Excerpt
He leans against the wall, his limbs relaxed. His hooded eyes show nothing. “I’ve decided you’ll do.”

It takes me a moment to register what he just said. “What?”

“Your proposal. Surely you haven’t forgotten?”

“Whatever happened to getting on my knees?” Because if that’s the condition of this ridiculous…change of heart, I’m going to disabuse him of the notion.

He waves it away. “You happen to be the lowest cost provider.”

I stop for a second, then laugh. Of all the things I imagined… “So, just like that? You don’t even know what I’m going to want in return.”

“Money, of course.” His gaze sweeps around my place, then lingers on my body. “A hundred thousand in cash seems like a fair price.”

“The portrait you’re going to get is worth millions.”

“So? You aren’t worth millions. Like I said, I can always go to someone else.”

I clench my hand. What wouldn’t I give to bloody his nose. But that would solve nothing. My PI failed to come through with Jordan, and as insulting as it is, a hundred thousand will take care of the immediate problem: ensuring that Mom gets the best care until… My breath catches, and I can’t continue the thought.

“Cash, upfront, you pay the tax,” I counter.

“No on upfront. How do I know you won’t take the money and run?”

“I’m a woman of my word.”

“Your word.” A small muscle in his cheek tics once. “When you disappeared, as I recall, it was without a word.”

If he thinks it’s a clever barb, he’s wrong. “Only when the situation warrants it.”

“Half upfront. Cash. I’ll handle the tax since you obviously can’t handle money.” Blake gives me a cool stare. “And you’ll move in with me immediately.”

“No. I’m perfectly happy where I am.” Away from you.

“You can’t be serious.” He gestures vaguely at my studio apartment. “This is a dump.”

“It’s my dump, and I like it.”

“Lies are best if they’re at least somewhat believable. Besides, regardless of how you feel about this place, appearances need to be maintained. I won’t tolerate a separate living arrangement.”

“Then it’s going to cost you extra.”

“Is that how you’re going to play this?”

“Tolerating your presence day in, day out does require commensurate compensation.”

He laughs. “A lot of women would pay me to spend time with them.”

“Yes, well… I have better taste.”

He considers. “An extra fifty thousand?”

I nod jerkily, surprised at how easy that was.

“Anything else you want extra payment for?”

I ignore his sardonic tone. “I’ll live with you, but I want a separate bedroom. No sex.”

“Is sex extra too?” he mocks openly.

“Five hundred dollars minimum per session,” I respond, unable to be a mature adult.

He sputters. “I’ve never paid for sex.”

“You’re the one who wanted the lowest cost provider. Surely you weren’t expecting full service.”

“I’m not going to live like a monk, Faith. And you have needs.”

“I don’t expect you to,” I say, ignoring his remark on my needs. That’s what vibrators are for, but my toys will not be a topic of our conversation. Ever.

“I expect fidelity,” he says darkly.

“I don’t, but don’t worry—I won’t sleep around and cause you embarrassment. The only thing I ask is you have the courtesy to stay away from me on the days you take care of your…needs.”

He stares at me, but I can’t decide if he’s shocked or angry or both. I forge ahead before I lose my courage. “I also don’t want to meet your family…or friends.”

“You will accompany me to social functions, Faith. That’s non-negotiable.”

“Once a month then, no more. And you can’t make it up if you miss one.”

“Any other stipulations?” he asks dryly.

“You can set any wedding date you want, but I prefer that it be in the next thirty days and my payment immediate upon the ceremony.”

“How are we going to have a ceremony if you don’t want to meet my family or friends?”

“There’s this thing called a courthouse. The marriage is only for a year, so there’s no need for anything extravagant.” I quirk a corner of my mouth up. “I’m the lowest cost provider, remember?”

His expression shifts. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s almost sad. “You’ve changed.”

“You haven’t.”

He pushes off the wall. “My lawyer will draft an agreement.”

“Good. You know my address.”

“I’ll be in touch.”

He lets himself out.

Breathing shakily, I plop down on the sofa. I got almost everything I wanted from the deal,
including the money I need, but I can’t help but feel I didn’t come out victorious.


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Cover Reveal: Three Heart Echo - Keary Taylor



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Three Heart Echo
by Keary Taylor
Publication date: September 12th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Suspense

Synopsis:
The demented thing is that this evolved from the most sickly sweet, heart-wrenching love story you’ve ever heard. I went to Sully because I just couldn’t get over Jack’s murder. I couldn’t deal.

Iona came to me for the same reason most did: because there was no closure. A love cut too short. She begged me to open the gate between the living and the dead.
We should have left it shut.

This. This is not a love story. This is a possession story. A story of lies. A story of two faces. This is a story of death and violent echoes from the other side.
And there will be no happy endings.




AUTHOR BIO:
 
 
Keary Taylor is the USA TODAY bestselling author of over twenty novels. She grew up along the foothills of the Rocky Mountains where she started creating imaginary worlds and daring characters who always fell in love. She now splits her time between a tiny island in the Pacific Northwest and Utah, with her husband and their two children. She continues to have an overactive imagination that frequently keeps her up at night.

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The Devil's Revolver - V.S. Mcgrath

 
 
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The Devil’s Revolver
by V. S. McGrath
(The Devil’s Revolver Series, #1)
Publication date: September 5th 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Synopsis:
She is Hettie Alabama — unlikely, scarred, single-minded, and blood bound to a revolver forged by a demon.
The first book in an epic, magic-clad series featuring the Wild West reimagined as a crosscultural stereoscope of interdimensional magic and hardship, The Devil’s Revolver opens with a shooting competition and takes off across the landscape after a brutal double murder and kidnapping — to which revenge is the only answer. Hettie Alabama, only seventeen years old, leads her crew of underdogs with her father’s cursed revolver, magicked to take a year off her life each time she fires it. It’s no way for a ranch girl to grow up, but grow up she does, her scars and determination to rescue her vulnerable younger sister deepening with every year of life she loses.
A sweeping and high-stakes saga that gilds familiar Western adventure with powerful magic and panoramic fantasy, The Devil’s Revolver is the last word and the blackest hat in the Weird West.


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Vicki So, writing as V. S. McGrath, is a published romance author (as Vicki Essex) and has six books with Harlequin Superromance: Her Son’s Hero (July 2011); Back to the Good Fortune Diner (January 2013), which was picked for the Smart Bitches Trashy Books Sizzling Book Club; In Her Corner (March 2014); A Recipe for Reunion (March 2015); Red Carpet Arrangement (January 2016); and Matinees with Miriam (November 2016). She lives in Toronto, Canada.

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Saturday, August 19, 2017

Random on Tour: Las Vegas - Julia kent

 
 
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Random on Tour: Las Vegas
by Julia Kent
Publication date: August 15th 2017
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance


Synopsis:
Now, you know my mama’s a gambler (sweeper, whatever….), so I guess I got to blame her for a little of this.
When the band got invited to do a big gig here in Las Vegas, I was so excited. Really excited. And when we got here, I was dazzled.
A little too dazzled. I blame the lights and the money and does Vegas pump a scent through the entire town that makes you think you’re a winner, or what?
Because I gambled all our money away. And by “our,” I mean the band’s money. All of it. Every dang cent.
Only no one knows. They’d kill me. So I have to find a way to make all that money back.
I have an idea. I got a good body and a smart mind.
(Quit laughing).
I can do this. I can fix this.
Really.
It’s just gonna get a little weird for a while.
Random on Tour: Las Vegas is the 9th book in Julia Kent’s New York Times bestselling Random series. When the band performs in Vegas, anything goes – including Darla’s dignity and all of the band’s savings. When a savior appears, though, there’s a trade-off for being rescued. A big one. How far is Darla willing to go?
Oh, please. It’s Darla. Like you have to even wonder…
This book is told from the point of view of Darla, Trevor and Joe.


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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.

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Second Destiny - Gloria Silk


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Second Destiny
by Gloria Silk
Publication date: September 9th 2014
Genres: Adult, Romance

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From USA Today Bestselling Author, Gloria Silk
“Beautifully written love story with a perfect happy ever after.” Elizabeth Lennox, Author of the Thorpe Brothers series
What if you and your first love get your happy-ever-after, but within a few minutes you are both left devastated?
Follow the story of a beautiful, frustrated wife and artist who is reunited with the gorgeous hero with Bollywood-good-looks and charisma. When fate brings them face to face again, can they put their past behind, or will their sizzling, intense passion reignite and endanger everything in its path?
THE OLDER GENERATION BROKE THEM APART…
Lia Abraham gave up everything for her family and culture—art, autonomy and even self-worth. Worst of all was the sacrifice of Bollywood-gorgeous, idealistic Devraj Shah, when Lia caved in to pressure from both their families. She broke her first love’s heart by marrying the “right” Jewish man.
THE YOUNGER GENERATION REUNITES THEM…
Nineteen years later, minutes after Lia demands a divorce from her cheating husband, her world turns upside down again; Devraj is at her door. His nephew and Lia’s feisty teenage daughter are repeating history. They’re in love, but the now reserved, enigmatic Devraj is dead-set against the couple’s marriage plans. He is convinced Lia’s daughter will ultimately reject his nephew the way Lia had rejected Devraj.
After years of feeling caged in a loveless marriage, Lia embraces her newly found freedom, and her resurgent passion for Devraj is irresistible. Once again, she surrenders to the true love of her life, but their affair re-ignites opposition from both families. Will Lia’s second chance at love again destroy her loved ones and her dreams?
Torn once again between her love for Devraj, her family responsibilities and her need for true independence, will Lia choose duty over the desires of her heart?


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Ever since Gloria Silk was little her passion was creating and sharing her romantic stories with others. She always loved reading contemporary and historical novels that grasped her imagination. Gloria now writes intense, sensuous love stories.

In addition to writing romance and women’s fiction, she enjoys writing intercultural romances and about family bonds. What can be more important in life than love and family?

Born in Russia, Gloria Silk has visited and lived in amazing, exotic places in the world. Loving Europe (especially the English, Italian and French countryside) and the Mediterranean, her other favorite country is Hawaii. She has yet to visit India and Australia, her dream destinations in the name of research, of course!

Being a writer gives her the privilege to explore, travel, and meet wonderful, new and exciting—and sometimes eccentric—people. Her background in English literature, writing, and psychology helps her create unique characters for her stories. Especially the charismatic heroes and feisty heroines who find themselves in sticky situations with each other, their families, and their cultures. There is nothing more satisfying than knowing readers love her warm heroines and the gorgeous enigmatic heroes, like she falls in love with them.

When she is not painting in various media or watching romantic movies, or cooking up a storm for her family and friends, she hangs out with her writing friends and other creatives.

Although she was brought up in England, she now lives – and writes – in the Toronto, Canada, with her own love of her life, soul-mate husband, her gorgeous and fun daughter and her smart, blonde Cockapoo, Princess Bella.

Please email Gloria Silk with any questions or comments at: contact@GloriaSilk.com

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Second Destiny by Gloria Silk - Prologue and Chapter 1 - All Copyright Reserved

SECOND DESTINY

Prologue

North London – Nineteen years earlier

No. Lia could not go through with this.
If she married anyone, it would be Devraj.
“No!” Her shrill scream reverberated around her in the huge synagogue.
As the cantor stopped singing his holy lyrics to the poignant music, and the Rabbi opened his mouth, Lia swiftly pulled away the veil and the crown off her head and threw it to the ground. Her heart thumping hard, she grabbed her skirt with both hands and turned away from the gaping bridegroom, and refused to look at her grandparents.
Whereas a few moments ago she was numb and unable to walk, now she was all motion.
Among the gasps and shocked voices rumbling through the congregation, Lia bolted up the aisle so fast she prayed she would not fall.
Reaching the huge doors she pulled one cold handle towards herself and the slight screeching of the door made her take in another deep breath.
Racing down the stairs she stopped on the dark wet asphalt. The icy rain dancing loudly off the ground instantly soaked her and her cumbersome dress.
Devraj’s car suddenly shifted from its parked space and she choked out, “Oh, no . . . .” She was too breathless to scream.
Breaking into a clumsy sprint, with the freezing silk swooshing around and between her legs she forced herself to run onto the thankfully quiet London street. But Devraj’s car roared away from her with every second.
She shrieked his name and it echoed and disappeared into the booming thunder and the clattering rain. Uncaring about being soaked through, she took in a deep breath for the cool air to enter through her nostrils and feed her overtaxed lungs.
Lia screamed again, “Devraj, I’m here! Stop. Please.”
Her throat tightened with tears. She prayed that he heard her or saw her in his rear view
mirror. The screeching sounds of his brakes made her release a chocked laugh.
His car came to a halt and she escaped towards her destiny, blinking away her tears and the rain.
Then Devraj was running to her, holding out his arms ready to catch her and hold her forever.
“Oh my Lia, I’ll never let you go again. Never.”
“I’m so sorry, Devraj. I should have listened to you. I can’t imagine my life with anyone but you.”
“I know, my Lia, I know. I love you so much.” His laughter reverberated through his chest into her heart. They were finally home. Together. And nothing and no one could ever stand in their way.
* * *
9 Minutes later

Lia sat up from within Devraj’s protective arms when she heard the repeated urgent blare of the ambulance flying by them.
A few minutes ago, she was on top of the world, having abandoned her family and bridegroom, determined to elope with Devraj, her gorgeous Hindu prince who seemed to have sprung straight from a Bollywood movie set.
Now, here she sat next to him in his cramped sports car, in a soaked wedding dress. The warmth of his arms could no longer keep her from shaking.
Lia knew she could not go through with this crazy idea after all.
“What are you thinking, Lia?” Devraj scanned her face, frowning.
“Devraj . . . I can’t . . . .” Hardly breathing, the pain in her chest grew triple-fold as the ambulance ominously went silent a few yards behind them.
Without daring to look back, she knew it had stopped outside the synagogue.
Her strong instincts warred against everything else. What had she done?
Her grandfather’s heart must have given way under the shock she had just inflicted.
“Here we go again,” Devraj said through gritted teeth. Sighing, he brushed his fingers through his still damp hair. “Don’t say the words I can see coming. Don’t fall for this, Lia. What if it’s a coincidence? And what if your grandfather is fine and it’s a ploy to get you back there?”
The agony bordering on anger shone clear in his beautiful hazel eyes. His tension palpable within the car.
Lia bit her trembling lower lip, staring at her clasped, cold hands on her lap. The damp, limp dress full of ridiculous lace and satin made her feel like a foolish child playing dress-up. “We both know this can’t happen. I know what we both want more than life itself, but I also know what I have to do.”
“No, Lia, be strong for us. I beg you. We love each other and we’ll be fine without any of them, your family, my family, Jewish, Hindu, none of it matters. Only us.” He grabbed her but the seat belt stopped her being pulled into his protective arms.
How many times had he repeated these same words to her over the past few months?
“I’m so sorry, Devraj.” Tears blinded her vision of his face, but she could not bear to see the suffering she was inflicting on him yet again.
With all her remaining resolution she unbuckled her seat belt with numb fingers and reached for the door handle. “Please help me, Devraj, by letting me go. I’m not marrying Howard only for my grandparents’ sake but for—”
“No, I won’t let you go, I can’t.” He nearly shouted, grasping her arm. When she looked at his fingers and then at him, he let her go. “Don’t marry him, at least wait until your family no longer have such a hold on you. Then we can marry. I’ll wait for you forever if I have to. Please, Lia.”
She shook her head, closing her eyes. What was the use? They could go round and round like this forever. Like his father’s warning to her only weeks ago, she now finally admitted that no matter how much they craved it, Lia and Devraj could never be together.
Opening her eyes, she would not look back at her first love. Grabbing the door handle, she pushed it open with too much force. Even though her heart was breaking further, she had to go back.



CHAPTER 1

North London Suburbs - Present Day

Something was wrong but Lia could not put a finger on it as she glanced around the long dining table at her in-laws. Her ever-silent father-in-law, Jonathan was nursing his third brandy since their arrival. Nothing new there.
The residual smells of Grace’s famous matzo ball soup, with its swirling rainbow of grease reflecting the chandelier lights, intermingled with the fresh yeasty challa rolls her mother-in-law had baked, as she did every Friday night for Sabbath.
What I wouldn’t give for a bowl of curry at this moment. Maybe tomorrow she would order it with her girlfriends at their bi-weekly lunch date. But tonight routine and tradition ruled this ritual Friday night dinner in London’s suburban Oakwood.
Watching her two silent children Lia concentrated on being in the moment. The only sounds in the slightly oppressive, antique furnished dining room were the delicate clatter of cutlery against the plates and her husband’s response to his mother’s probing questions about his latest problems with his business partner. As usual, mother and son were the two centre stage entertainers, while the rest of them were their audience.
Lia observed Howard. Tonight he seemed even more distracted, obsessed, as always searching for bigger ways to promote his cosmetic-surgery practice, and still waiting to be recognized for his genius.
Nothing new here, either.
Studying his roast chicken breast through his designer glasses, Howard said, “Of course I want him out, mother. My solicitors agree that Tom’s got too unrealistic expectations of me, but I have a busy clinic to run.”
Grace expelled one of her loaded sighs. More questions and reluctant answers ping-ponged between them.
Lia was tired of these conversations, but at least no one expected her to contribute. Most of the time she felt invisible, but that freed her to observe everyone.
She had a busy, uncomplicated life, with a beautiful home and great friends. Her parents-
in-law tolerated her well enough. Her children were healthy and for the most part happy.
If she had not pursued her art, it was her own choice, and she had made peace with it.
She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat and reminded herself to be more grateful.
Her husband of nineteen years may not be the perfect mate, but he was a good provider and, mostly, an indulgent father to their children.
Swaying her attention back to their children, Lia glanced at her ever silent thirteen-year-old son, Gabriel—nicknamed Gabe and sometimes Gaby—sat slouching beside her. Then Lia regarded Danielle who sat across from her.
Lia’s spine went rigid.
This was where something was definitely wrong.
Her eighteen-year-old had hardly eaten much in the past few weeks. Tonight Danielle seemed extra moody and withdrawn. What was going through the med student’s mind, sitting with her head downcast?
Medicine seemed to be her passion, but she was not the talkative type if she did have any issues with her studies.
At least Danielle had not gone through with the tattoo or belly-piercing rebellion, Lia thanked God. Where was her funny, vivacious little girl who could not wait to spill her every adventure the moment she burst through the doors after school?
And would she ever resurface?
How could she help her daughter’s sombre demeanor, while the teen appeared to act like a caged animal, yet again wearing those dark, tight fitting clothes Howard disliked?
Lia realized she was again twisting her tight engagement and wedding bands around her ring finger as if they were a double noose. She picked up her fork.
Guilt seeped through her. Were her children noticing her growing discontentment? The English spring weather always brought it on, along with the memories of a lost love.
Danielle broke the momentary silence between her grandmother and father. “Daddy, I have something to tell you.” Those wide shining eyes were a warmer shade of her father’s blue eyes.
Electricity seemed to crackle in the air around Danielle.
“What, sugar-plum?” Howard asked just as Gabe reached across the table for another roll.
“Where are your manners, Gabe?” Howard did not raise his voice, but just glared through arctic-blue eyes. “Ask if you want something.”
“S-s-sorry, D-dad.”
Lia’s heart squeezed hard. Gabe’s stutter never bothered him when mother and son were alone. These days he spent almost all his hours in his room with his books and computer.
Picking up the basket, she held it out to him.
He shook his head. Putting down the basket, she discreetly patted his knee.
He did not pull away, but his expression made her question why she never stood up for him, or took his father to task. Oh, she had, after both children had gone to bed—or in the privacy of their bedroom when they had still shared one—arguing, reasoning with Howard, until she was emotionally exhausted talking to a human equivalent of a brick wall.
“Daddy, will you please listen?” Danielle’s voice broke through her thoughts.
Ever patient with his daughter, Howard glanced at her, resuming cutting his chicken with the precision of a perfectionist surgeon.
“I’ve met my Mr. Right. I’ve been seeing him for a year and I love him. I’d like you to meet him.” Danielle’s honey-gold bob framed her pale face. She sat reed-straight as if expecting an explosion or at least a rare shouting match. “Sanjay is of a different culture—”
At the mention of this familiar name, Lia’s airways seemed stuffed with hardening cement, choking the breath out of her.
Someone’s cutlery clanged loudly against a plate.
“Sanjay?” Both Grace and Howard pronounced the name as if smelling something disgusting.
A warped sense of déjà vu settled over Lia, heat prickling under her arms, neck and up her face.
Danielle stared back at her father. “He’s of Indian background, but—”
“Danielle, are you out of your mind?” Grace demanded in her haughty over-British voice.
“Let me handle this, mother.” Howard continued glaring at their daughter. Wiping his mouth on his damask napkin, he stood up to his full height of five feet seven inches.
Lia could not move.
“You’ve been seeing him for a whole year.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Why now? I thought we talked about everything.” Lia heard the tinge of betrayal.
“We do, but at first we were just friends, then it became more important and . . . I didn’t think you’d accept him because he’s not Jewish—”
“Glad you know your father so well.” He looked at Grace. “That was tasty, mother.” He thanked her as he thanked Lia after every meal.
He squinted back at Danielle through his glasses, his thinning oatmeal hair shone on his pinkish scalp under the chandelier lights. “This was in very poor taste, to come out with this nonsense at your grandmother’s Friday night table. Now you’ve ruined everyone’s dessert with this rubbish. I won’t get angry, but you’ll never see this person again. Or mention him. It stops now! End of conversation.” Although his voice was firm, he gave Danielle one of the smiles he reserved for his female patients, their best friend and beauty god promising to make them look younger, more beautiful or desirable again.
But as Danielle stared up at him with that brave expression, Lia knew it was far from the end. “No, Daddy. If you won’t meet him, we’ll elope.”
Lia needed water to help her constricting throat, but she could not trust her fingers to pick up the crystal water goblet. Had she not said almost the same words to her grandfather nearly two decades ago, about an intense yet fun loving—Indian—young man?
“If you promise to see Sanjay then I’ll continue my studies after—”
“Like your mother did after I married her?” He sneered. “At least that was only art, no loss to the world. But medicine’s not to be taken lightly, young lady.”
“I don’t care about medicine, never have, and I don’t want a marriage like yours.” Danielle almost shuddered. “I want a real marriage, real love, and I will get it.”
Fists by his sides, lips even thinner, Howard turned to Lia.
For the first time in years, he glared right at her, not through her. “Do you know anything about this, considering the background of this . . . this . . . ?”
“No, but the boy may be—” She started.
“He’s nearly twenty-one, Mom. He’s hardly a boy.” Without glancing at her, daughter and father dueled with each other with the same challenging eyes. “Sanjay’s smart and kind and such a hard worker, Daddy. He’s doing his MBA, and then plans to join his uncle’s business—”
Howard’s hand shot up in front of him. “Spare me the details.”
Watching, Lia’s sense of déjà vu grew stronger and her chest felt overtaxed from ineffective, too-shallow breathing. Devraj had also been subtly groomed for his family business empire. Her memories were torture enough, almost distracting her from the crisis at hand.
“Why have you let this go on, Lia?” Grace asked, blinking profusely while holding her
hand against her pearl-clad neck and cream cashmere sweater.
Before she could respond, Danielle said, “Mom doesn’t know anything about Sanjay.” She scraped her chair against the hardwood floors.
Teetering, it righted itself as if not daring to interrupt the drama.
Her chin jutted out in defiance, like Lia’s had so long ago. “I mean it, Daddy. We’ll get married with or without your permission. I’m old enough now.”
Unlike her mother, Danielle was made of stronger stuff. Her contradictory, secretive behaviour over the past few months made so much sense. Knowing exactly what she wanted, Danielle wore a cloak of confidence of someone who was unconditionally adored. Lia was proud of her daughter, yet feared for her happiness, knowing Howard too well.
This could not end well.
“You know the rules.” Howard’s usually sloped shoulders raised in tension, as he shook a chubby finger at his daughter. “If he’s not Jewish you’ve wasted your time.”
“You know that’s a load of hypocritical bull.” Danielle retorted. “Like you’re wasting time with some of your ‘patients’, after going to shul on Saturday?”
It threw Lia off, seeing how Howard’s expression changed from a ruddy pink to the puce shade he turned like he did when talking about a patient who had left him for another surgeon.
“You’ve never talked back to me like this and I won’t stand for it.”
Danielle turned her attention to Lia, anxious eyes sparkling, “Can you talk to him, Mom?”
Lia would meet the young man, but knew she would see a kosher pig fly before Howard gave in or compromised on this issue. That was what she had thought about her grandparents in her teens and she had been right. Even now after so many years of losing them within ten months of each other, she pushed away her sense of great loss. Losing them, her first love and her romantic notions.
Was this the full circle through which she could make it right, if Sanjay was really Danielle’s destined love? Lia was about to speak when Danielle threw her hands up. “What else is new? I should’ve known. No backbone. Well, I won’t turn into you, with no voice, no life. And you’re no better than Dad or Grandma. Just like them, you’re all about the status quo and appearances.” Contempt and defiance made her appear older than eighteen.
“Now just wait a minute, young lady—” Grace started, but Lia interrupted her.
“I was going to say that we should at least meet S-Sanjay.” Her heart skittered at the exotic
name on her lips.
“How dare you, Lia?” Grace accused.
Jonathan cleared his throat and said, “Grace, dear, we shouldn’t interfere—” His wife’s glare stopped his words and she turned to her son.
“I blame her for this disgusting turn of events. What will our friends say if they should ever find out?”
“I’ll take care of it, mother. Trust me.” Howard glanced at his Rolex. “Later. Right now, I’ve got to go.”
“You can’t be serious, Howard.” Lia almost whispered in disbelief. “We have to discuss this in private, tonight.”
“When have you ever had a say about anything? I’m the head of this family, so don’t contradict me.” Howard then stared at their daughter. “Understood?”
Danielle continued staring, her bottom lip trembling slightly.
“Don’t you want Danielle to be happy?” Lia spoke clearly, to be heard above the egos in the room. “If she believes she’s mature enough—”
“I don’t think so!” He hissed, his fleshy jaw clenched, and then he turned away.
“Dad, please listen to her.” Danielle said.
She was once again her daughter’s ally.
It felt wonderful. “I mean it, Howard. This could change her whole life. Please let’s go home and discuss this, now.”
Her alien, iron resolve made Howard’s strides falter. He turned to face her. Everyone stared as he pointed at her. “My mother’s right. It’s all because of you and your family filling her head with those Indian movies, and you dressing her up as an Indian princess for Halloween all those years.”
Guilt slid around Lia like a cobra. Although she had stopped watching Bollywood movies, she knew her aunt and her grandmother had introduced Danielle to them when she was little.
“It’s because you’ve refused to join me at shul on Shabbat, neither of our children attend synagogue, even with Gabe’s Bar Mitzvah coming up.” Howard snapped, “I’ll bet Danielle knows more Indian words than Hebrew or Russian, and you’re Russian-born, for God’s sake.”
“It’s Hindi, Bengali, or Guajarati—”
“What is?” Howard demanded.
“There’s no Indian language, there are many different languages and dialects—” She stopped, took in a fresh breath, and added, “but that’s beside the point. I don’t see how a man who goes to synagogue and then stuffs his face with pork at the local rib place can feel so self-righteous, refusing to meet a boy just because he’s not Jewish.”
“Don’t you dare talk to my son like that. I should have stopped Howard from marrying you. If it hadn’t been for my mother . . . you of all people running around with—” Suddenly Lia feared Grace’s next words.
Did Howard and even his parents know about her first love? Had Howard’s grandmother forced him to ‘take a bride’?
But with a quick glance at her grandchildren, Grace clamped her thin lips shut.
“Absolutely right.” Howard said. “You’re lucky I came and saved you.”
Stunned for a moment, Lia fumbled for the car keys, giving them to Danielle. “You and Gaby can wait in the car for a minute.”
As soon as the main door closed, ignoring her mother-in-law, she faced Howard. A sigh reverberated within her almost air-starved lungs. “Please be reasonable. Would you risk losing our daughter over this?”
“I’m not going to lose my daughter.” He barked. “You better go and talk some sense into her. I’ll be home . . . later.” Checking his watch again, he started to retreat. “But, no more discussions. I’m not changing my stand on this.” He threw the words over his shoulder. “Father,” he said as if in after-thought. “I’m borrowing your car until tomorrow, if that’s okay.” Apparently, his sudden plans had priority over his wife’s words and his daughter’s happiness.
“You’ve got to speak to Danielle yourself—now—” But he shut the door on her words.
* * *
In the ten-minute drive back home, Danielle had begged Lia to convince her father at least to meet Sanjay. Her promise to her daughter lay heavily on her.
Now in the relative sanctuary of her own home, Lia retreated into the silent living room on spongy legs. Shock and guilty memories settled over her.
How could one Indian name shatter everything in mere minutes?
Sitting in the darkness, trying to fight off her past memories, her hands trembled and her knotted insides made her feel nauseous. She was afraid to close her eyes lest the vision of that golden-skinned god, the beautiful Devraj, forced itself into her psyche.
Like a dam refusing to be contained, the clips of her own teenage years crashed over barriers erected and supported by the glue of stale family traditions.
Denial and self-talk that she was relatively content with her lot in life had finally caught up with her. To give her children the security of traditional family dynamics, she had made the best of her marriage. But now as she tried to decipher the consequences of her daughter’s news, everything was unraveling like a wool sweater that had seen better centuries.
Lia would fight whoever got in the way of Danielle’s happiness. Unlike her mother, Danielle would get her chance to find out if her first love was her true soulmate.
The young couple would make their own decisions.
Be strong and brave, she reminded herself, just as she had when she had been Danielle’s age, in the same—but hugely different—predicament. Because Danielle had her mother on her side, who now vowed history would not repeat itself.




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