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<i><span style="color: #f4cccc;"><strong style="text-align: start;">Who Will Save Your Soul: And Other Dangerous Bedtime Stories</strong><br style="text-align: start;" /><strong style="text-align: start;">Skye Warren</strong></span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #f4cccc;"><b><span style="text-align: start;">Publication date: April 14th, 2020</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span style="text-align: start;">Genres: Adult, Romance</span></b></span>
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Features four novellas by New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren. Each standalone story ends in a happily ever after.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #f4cccc;">WHO WILL SAVE YOUR SOUL</span></i></b><br />
Emily's a pathological liar. When her life is at stake, will anyone believe her?<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #f4cccc;">MAFIA CINDERELLA</span></i></b><br />
One dress. One dance. Lucia has one chance to change her life—and the lives of her family.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #f4cccc;">BEDTIME STORY</span></i></b><br />
Jessica is on the run when her car breaks down. A small-town sheriff can't be her knight in shining armor.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #f4cccc;">HEAVY EQUIPMENT</span></i></b><br />
Cold. Rough. Merciless. The foreman of the construction crew is going to make her pay every last cent.<br />
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“What are you doing here?” I sputter.<br />
He lifts a crystal tumbler, one finger of some no-doubt expense liquor at the bottom. “Having a drink. You said the kitchen was off-limits, but I was thirsty. Hope this is okay.”<br />
His twinkling dark eyes tell me he knows it’s not okay.<br />
Challenge lights the air between us, electric and hot. Part of me wants to pick up the phone on the side table and call mother. The second she knows he’s stomped all over her oriental rugs with his muddy work boots, he’s fired.<br />
That would be a cheap win, though. Too easy. Too banal. Besides, I like the thought of him stomping all over her oriental rugs with his muddy work boots.<br />
“Of course,” I say, sarcasm sharpening my words. “We always offer gardeners top-shelf vodka.”<br />
He merely lifts a dark eyebrow. How is it possible for eyebrows to look, low class? His do. They’re a mess, broad and unruly. I want to run my tongue over them, smooth them out.<br />
“Do you always show up half-dressed for them, too?” he asks in a musing tone. “Because that’s a real perk. They should put that in their classified ad.”<br />
My cheeks burn hot as I realize how little I’m wearing. The bath towel covers from the slope of my breasts to the tops of my thighs. It’s held together by so little—only the tuck of terry cloth. If it came undone right now I’d be naked in front of him.<br />
“Tell me your name,” I demand, lifting my chin.<br />
“So you can tell your mother about me?”<br />
“Maybe I will.”<br />
“And if I tell her that you came downstairs in only a towel? That you tried to have sex with me? That you were the one who drank half the bottle of scotch?”<br />
My mouth drops open. “That’s a lie.”<br />
“Does that surprise you? That other people lie, too?” He must see the shock on my face; his smile is smile and smug. “Yes, I know about you. Poor little Emily Coulter, can’t tell the truth to save her life.”<br />
A knot around my throat, pulled taut by thick dirt-stained fingers. “How would you know that?” That’s my family’s dirty little secret, but not the worst one. Not by far.<br />
“I know lots of things.”<br />
“And anyway, why are you back already? It’s only been three days. The hedges don’t need to be trimmed every damn day.”<br />
His smile comes slow. “You don’t trust me?”<br />
“Not as far as I could throw you.”<br />
There’s something strange about him, something a little dangerous.<br />
Unfortunately, that only makes me like him more.<br />
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Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance. Her books have sold over one million copies. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.<br />
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When Pentagon bioterror operative Roberto Diaz was sent to investigate a suspected biochemical attack, he found something far worse: a highly mutative organism capable of extinction-level destruction. He contained it and buried it in cold storage deep beneath a little-used military repository.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He races across the country to help two unwitting security guards—one an ex-con, the other a single mother. Over one harrowing night, the unlikely trio must figure out how to quarantine this horror again. All they have is luck, fearlessness, and a mordant sense of humor. Will that be enough to save all of humanity?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hi fellow readers, hope you are finding time to catch up on some reading while COVID-19 has us all quarantined. Speaking of quarantined, this book revolves around a fatal fungus that will go to any expense to escape detainment. The amusing dialogue kept me entertained. Accordingly, what I enjoyed the most about reading <b>COLD STORAGE</b> was how the author gave the fungus its own point of view. It was as if the fungus was a conscious being aware of its surroundings and had an opinion regarding the situation it was in. <b>COLD STORAGE</b> is not your typical bioterrorism, end of the world, book. Instead, the author has a sense of humor producing a more quirky reading experience; reducing the typical hair on the back of your neck standing up response. Besides, what it lacks in terror it makes up with an abundance of wretched grossness. Koepp’s writing is incredibly descriptive. He definitely has a talent for repulsiveness. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now, I did find it a bit far fetched that they would turn a military repository into a public storage facility. I could be wrong. The one thing about the book that I didn’t much care for was the character Teacake’s dialogue. I can’t pinpoint it but the way he conversed with other characters got on my nerves. Not a lot but enough. Finally, some parts of the story where predictable. I won’t tell you where or what but for speculation purposes what’s up with the good guys have to prevail in the end?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Justine and Adele have never been close. Sisters born 20 years apart, Justine had already flown the nest by the time Addie came along, and in the decades since, the two women’s lives have led them down dramatically different paths.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Justine is a chic, powerhouse Silicon Valley attorney and the mother of two teenage girls. At 52, she seems to have it all: a high-powered job and income to match, and a seemingly picture-perfect family. But under the glitz and gloss, the reality is much different: Justine works around the clock and has a fraught relationship with her husband, Scott. With her marriage falling apart, Justine is suddenly unsure of what the future holds and where she should go from here.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">At 32, Addie has spent the last eight years in her hometown of Half Moon Bay, caring for her and Justine’s ailing mother. While Addie dropped out of school and put her life on hold for so many years to be a primary caretaker, Justine covered the bills and kept her distance emotionally. But now, after their mother has passed on, Addie faces an entirely new challenge: how to rediscover long-buried dreams and start living life for herself again.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Both at a crossroads, Justine and Addie come together in their family house in Half Moon Bay and support each other as they try to answer the question: Does anyone have a real chance to start over? Together, the two sisters will find strength, joy, and a closeness they’ve never known before as they learn to overcome failure, create new dreams, and find love in unexpected places.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Set against the stunning backdrop of coastal California, SUNRISE ON HALF MOON BAY is a story of second chances and the bond that only sisters can share—and its readers will discover that sometimes the happiness we’re searching for has been there all along.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">I am back! Did anyone miss me? I had to take a hiatus from reviewing due to my health. I am a bit rusty so please bear with me as I get back into the groove of reviewing.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Sunrise On Half Moon Bay is the second book I’ve read by Robyn carr, both being stand-alone novels, I found both phenomenal. This is a binge-worthy book and has been a great distraction during the mundane isolation from our current COVID-19 pandemic. I would like to mention to all the non-romance book readers checking this out I don’t like romance books either and this is far from one. The plot contains realistic situations within today’s society. Our population is getting older and sicker causing many families to make hard decisions about what they must sacrifice to care for the ones they love. The vast differences in the age of siblings (and step-parents) are also becoming the norm changing the family dynamic. Though not always for the better. Roaming outside the marriage for a little nooky has been going on since we lived in caves. It’s a quick read about real-life situations that pertains to a larger audience than just the romance genre. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Let’s get down to the nitty-gritty. Carr has plot building and character growth down to a science. I could relate the most with Addie and her isolation. After years of having terrible chronic health issues, I live that isolation every day. Though completely different situations it gave me a bit of hope. This book is an emotionally gripping read filled with betrayal, tragedy, and heartache leaving you with a knot in the pit of your stomach, but don’t despair, the author does as well on the opposite side of the spectrum. Thus, bringing to the story a warm feeling of unconditional love, laughter, and a lot of personal growth. I recommend this book to anyone who loves to read. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Finally, I would like to thank Katie Olson from Little Bird Publicity for giving me the opportunity to review this book and the author for writing it. </span><br />
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Robyn Carr is the bestselling author of over 50 novels, which have sold more than 28 million copies. Her 20-volume Virgin River series alone has netted more than 13 million copies; the Netflix television adaptation of Virgin River debuted in 2019 and has since become one of the streaming service’s most popular shows. Eleven of Robyn’s books have reached #1 on the New York Times bestseller list, collectively spending 250 weeks on the list since Virgin River made its debut there in 2008. In 2016, the Romance Writers of America recognized Robyn with the Nora Roberts Lifetime Achievement Award, and in 2019, she was inducted into the Nevada Writers Hall of Fame.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A psychic so powerful his abilities come at a cost. A woman so special she alone has the power to touch him.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Detective Isaac Taylor is a broken man. Isolated by his strange abilities and what others perceive as weird behavior, he keeps his head down and excels at his job. But he hears the whispers of his colleagues and family members, and he feels like a freak among them. Then one wrong number phone call changes everything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sidney Fairchild is no stranger to danger. She’s a woman on the run, in hiding and existing below the radar. Despite her efforts to stay invisible, she witnesses a crime she knows could get her killed. Then she answers a wrong number phone call that changes her life.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bound by their undeniable connection, Isaac and Sidney forge a bond stronger than anything either has ever known. But will his psychic abilities save her or lead to their mutual destruction?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Can we talk about what happened back at the safe house?” she asked, finally breaking the awkward silence.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I’m not sure rehashing that shootout is such a good idea, Sid. It’s only going to make you feel lower than you already do.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“No, I don’t mean that.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Oh.” He glanced at her again and knew immediately what she wanted to talk about.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“You said that when you touch someone, you can see things about their life somehow? Things about their past or what’s going on with them.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“That’s right.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“When we met at the restaurant and you shook my hand… you saw something then, didn’t you? That’s why you looked at me the way you did.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The intrigue in her light brown eyes held his attention captive for a moment, but the certainty in her voice told him there was no point in trying to sidestep her question. He pulled his gaze away from hers and swallowed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Yeah, I did.” His reply was quiet, resigned to the notion that their earlier conversation on this subject wasn’t quite finished.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“What did you see?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The images came back to him in technicolor, every detail crisp and fresh in his mind. But he knew he couldn’t tell her about them. Not until he’d had a chance to sort them out. He couldn’t tell her that the flashes he’d seen involved him. Involved them. Together. Scenes from their future presumably.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">But what was it they always said in those science fiction shows he and Adam loved to watch as kids? That the future wasn’t set in stone, and any glimpse of it was just one possible outcome.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Of course, that was science fiction. This?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He had no clue what the hell this was.</span><br />
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When she's not busy tapping away on her laptop and living vicariously through her characters, she can usually be found watching Grimm, rocking out to Slash, stuffing her face full of Chinese food, or riding on the back of her husband's Harley-Davidson. Between her book characters and the ones she knows in real life, her plate stays pretty full. But she loves to hear from readers, so give her a shout sometime!<br />
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At checkout, a tall man in an overcoat
stands with two kids,
one in each tight hand.
The store is crowded.
Everyone has dinner to make,
company to keep.
My cart looks deep
and hollow, one frozen meal,
a bottle of soda, and a bar
of chocolate. The woman,
getting checked out by an old grocer,
is half my age, buttoned
in a yellow parka
like a ripe banana.
I almost laugh-
except her cart is flowing
with cans and meals and sweets.
She must have a lover
and two or three kids,
a minivan, Washed and bright
as stars. She singing showtunes
on the way to her two-story home,
hopes she has time for her yoga class,
hopes all is safe and right.
Out of the corner of my eye,
I see a kid wiggle free
to touch an Impulse item
while the dad seizes the moment
to check stocks or Sports
on his new phone.
I pretend not to hear
when the grocer pauses
to let me know the self-checkout
is free. I think no rush.
she points a puffy finger
my way. I avoid eye contact
until she resumes
the blips and beeps
a steady sound
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Harlow’s parents are dead. So is her brother. So is Tenley.<br />
Probably.<br />
Hopefully.<br />
She’s like… ninety-five percent sure about that last one.<br />
Seventeen and orphaned, Harlow is eager to leave her past behind when she moves in with her guardians. But in her new environment, she’s drawn to Brighton, a senior in her art class who is haunted by ghosts similar to her own. It’s not long before Harlow realizes their friendship has turned into something deeper—something that Brighton would have to sacrifice everything to pursue.<br />
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And Brighton does.<br />
Their secret romance is perfect…until the precarious life Harlow has built crumbles beneath her. In the collapse, they both come face to face with Tenley.<br />
Who, it turns out, is far from dead.<br />
Perfect for fans of The Kiss Thief and The Book of Essie, Laney Wylde’s coming-of-age, bisexual romance When Light Shatters is a heady and gripping read. With a touch of irreverence and suspense, Wylde’s most vulnerable work yet will keep you guessing from the first page to the last.</blockquote>
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His door is cracked, so I push it open. “Jackson, your mom wants you to––” I don’t remember what I was going to say because when I see Jackson, his cheeks are red. It’s hard to see them under his Oakland A’s cap, but his eyes look red too. Sitting on his bed, he wipes some tears off his face and sniffs.<br />
“Did you get hurt?” I ask.<br />
He shakes his head.<br />
“Did something make you sad?”<br />
He nods.<br />
I climb up onto his bed and sit next to him. “Are you sad about Tyler getting hurt?”<br />
Jackson looks at me. “Tyler <em>died</em>,” he whispers. “We’re not going to see him again.”<br />
I shake my head. “That’s what I thought, but then I heard my dad say…” <em>that Tyler should never have been riding my bike.</em> If my dad wanted me riding the bad bike, he wanted me to die. He wanted to never see me again. And that can’t be true because Daddy loves me, and he tells me so whenever I’m with Tyler. But if Tyler’s gone, maybe Daddy won’t tell me anymore. Daddy hasn’t said anything to me at all since Tyler’s crash.<br />
“Never mind,” I say. “I think you’re right.”<br />
“I’m just sad,” Jackson says.<br />
“Okay.” He looks down and I look around his room at all the baseball posters on the walls. “My mom holds my hand when I’m sad.”<br />
“Does it help?”<br />
“Sometimes.” I open my hand to him. “We could try it.” He reaches for it and holds it tight in his.<br />
After a while, I say, “I’m sorry you’re sad.”<br />
He nods.<br />
“Your mom said you need to set the table.”<br />
“Okay.” He sniffs and wipes under his nose with the back of his hand. Not the hand holding mine. The other one.<br />
We hop down from his bed, and he lets go of my hand. I walk toward his door, but he catches up to me and gives me a hug. I hug him back, resting my head on his shoulder when he rests his head on mine. I don’t know if holding his hand made him less sad, but I hope this does. It makes me feel a little better. Because if Jackson is hugging me, maybe he didn’t want me to get hit by the truck. Maybe he just wished nobody got hit.<br />
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Laney Wylde is enamored with all things southern California--the traffic, smog, surprise earthquakes, and nonindigenous palm trees. Consequently, it's the landscape her strong and sometimes lovable female leads paint their stories on. Her New Adult novels Never Touched and the After Twelve series are bright with provocative themes, steamy romance, and inappropriately timed humor.<br />
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When Laney isn't writing, she's singing Taylor Swift with her little boy or asking her husband not to tell her about his work as a surgical resident while she's eating. She daydreams about using her math degree to get into law school, then realizes that would be too much work and that she should just play pretend court on paper instead. While she loves a good book, nothing beats 30 Rock with a bag of popcorn and M&Ms.<br />
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Brandon loved Adrian, so when Adrian abruptly moved out of their apartment Brandon was devastated. Six weeks later Brandon is ready to start to ease his way back into life again, but a chance encounter leaves him questioning everything he thought he knew – about Adrian, their relationship, and himself.<br />
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Brandon sat down on one of the chairs. “Yeah. I mean I know he had to hide. I knew that going in. A lot of guys had to do that. Most of them figure it out. And I’m not mad at him or anything. I just want to move on.” He frowned. ”What are you trying to get at here, Greg? Why does Adrian have anything to do with tonight’s party?”<br />
Greg inclined his head down, toward the spot on the street that he hadn’t been able to tear his eyes from. “Because he’s been here this whole time.”<br />
Brandon choked on his gin and tonic. “What?”<br />
“He’s been sitting outside the condo, watching the building, this whole time. I mean, I get it.”<br />
“I don’t!” Brendon declared, standing up again. He clutched his drink in his hand and couldn’t decide if he wanted to hurl it at the ex standing on the ground or if he wanted to go inside and hide. Throwing the glass would be wrong. It would be irresponsible; it would get people hurt. He didn’t want to hurt Adrian, even if this latest stunt was creepy and stalker-ish. “He’s the one who walked away. Why is he hanging around outside my building like some kind of lonely ghost?”<br />
“He wanted your attention. He didn’t know how to get it, and his ploy backfired spectacularly. I think he regrets what he did.” Greg sighed. “I’ve been watching him all night, trying to figure out what to do. I was thinking about bringing him in.”<br />
Brandon spun, bringing himself face to face with his best friend. “Why would you do that?”<br />
“Because you love him, Bran!”<br />
“So what? I’m moving on, trying to rebuild my life. Something you have not been shy about encouraging, I’ll point out. And you want to just… what, drag him back in here? What could that possibly accomplish?” He pulled at his hair.<br />
“I thought it might give you guys a second chance.” Now it was Greg’s turn to sit down, flopping into one of the other patio chairs like it was the only thing holding him up. “I want to see you happy, Bran. I keep hopping this fence – I know you weren’t with the people who made you happy, but you seemed so perfect for each other. And I desperately want you to be happy.” He sighed heavily, gesturing back in Adrian’s general direction. “But I didn’t do it. The guy’s in his thirties. If he wanted to come up he could ring the doorbell like an adult.”<br />
Brandon shook his head and rubbed Greg’s shoulders. “I knew I could trust you.” Greg leaned into the touch, just a little bit, and Brandon grinned. “I thought we established that Adrian can’t make me happy at this point. We’re not right for each other, even if we thought we were.”<br />
“I know. I just don’t know what to do here.” He leaned back. “I mean, this is kind of creepy. He’s just out there, watching. If I’m not going to invite him inside, I probably ought to call the cops.”<br />
Technically, Greg was right. Brandon probably ought to call the police, because no good ever came from one ex staking out the other’s home like this. “Do you think he’s dangerous?” Brandon hedged. “Seriously, has he said anything that’s struck you as dangerous?”<br />
“Other than creepily hanging around outside your house? Nah. Not that he’d say anything to me, you know?” Greg snorted. “I’m pretty much the last person he’s talking to right now, except maybe you.”<br />
“What do you mean?” Brandon’s arms froze on his friend’s shoulders.<br />
“He’s all pissy because I lit into him about stalking you through the rally.” Greg waved a calloused hand in dismissal. “Like okay, fine, he wants to be with someone new. Okay. And so what if the guy’s an undergrad – it’s a little weird, he’s a little young for a midlife crisis but who am I to judge? But that whole thing – like anyone didn’t know what he was up to.” He shook his head again, and Brandon could feel his shoulders tensing up again underneath his hands. “I wasn’t going to just sit there and not say anything.”<br />
Brandon let his hands fall. “Oh, Greg. I’m so sorry.”<br />
“What the hell for?”<br />
“I never wanted to come between the two of you. You’re friends. You should be doing friend things, not arguing over me.” He turned away, clutching at his drink so he could do something with his hands.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">The Fold</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #bf9000;">Published June 2nd, 2015 by Crown</span><br />
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Oregon is the greenest state I’ve ever seen. Abundant, lush foliage carpets gentle, rolling hills as far as the eye can see. Farmland abuts forested areas. It’s breathtakingly gorgeous, and I can definitely see how someone could get lost here.<br />
The green landscape whizzes by and hypnotizes me as my brain begins to wander. I think of my childhood in Pasadena, just off the Caltech campus. We didn’t live in opulence, but we lived comfortably. Jen and I went to the private polytechnic school down the street from our house. It was where a lot of the professors’ kids went. I don’t know how my mom was able to afford to keep sending us there after Dad left, but we spent all twelve years of our education happily ensconced within its walls.<br />
Caltech was my playground when I was very little. My dad taught aeronautics and applied physics. In the summer, I used to run through campus and meet him in the green space in front of Beckman Laboratories for picnics. I remember lying on a blanket next to him discussing the possibility of him shrinking me some day like in the movie <em>Honey, I Shrunk the Kids</em>.<br />
He used to look around all shifty-eyed before leaning toward me and whispering, “Can you keep a secret?” Of course, I always said I could. He’d respond, “I’m closing in on the technology and I should be able to do it by the end of the year! What do you think we should do with all the money we’ll make once I sell the patent to my people-shrinking machine?”<br />
Then we’d plot what to do with our newfound riches. I wanted to spend a month at Disneyland before spending another month at Universal Studios in Orlando. Dad wanted to take my mom on a honeymoon, because they’d never gone on a real one. Then we tried to decide which house we’d buy. I had my eye on one we passed during our weekly walks to Huntington Gardens. It was a two-and-a-half story Spanish Colonial Revival with a pool. My dad joked that he wasn’t sure it would be big enough for the four of us, even though it had to be at least five times the size of our bungalow.<br />
Memories burst through my subconscious like a storm-engorged river breaching a failing dam. As soon as one pops into my mind, at least thirty more push their way forward with unstoppable force. I’m sitting on the plaid blanket we always used for our picnics, and my dad says, “Katie, life is never what you perceive it to be.” Then I’m lying in bed and he whispers, “Believe the unbelievable. Things are never what you think they are.” Suddenly, I’m flying through the warm Southern California breeze on my bicycle, and he yells out, “Just because you think these are trees, doesn’t make them trees. Always be open to the truth. Believe in what you can’t see.”<br />
In retrospect, it’s clear he was trying to prepare me for something. At the time I just remember thinking, <em>Silly, Daddy, of course they’re trees. What else would they be? </em>In my child’s eye, everything was exactly as it appeared. My dad was my rock, my mom and sister were ever-present love and comfort, the sky was blue, and life was good. Until it wasn’t.<br /><br />
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<b>by Jenni Fagan</b><br />
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It's November of 2020, and the world is freezing over. Each day colder than the last. There's snow in Israel, the Thames is overflowing, and an iceberg separated from the Fjords in Norway is expected to drift just off the coast of Scotland. As ice water melts into the Atlantic, frenzied London residents evacuate by the thousands for warmer temperatures down south. But not Dylan. Grieving and ready to build life anew, he heads north to bury his mother's and grandmother's ashes on the Scottish islands where they once lived. </div>
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Hundreds of miles away, twelve-year-old Estella and her survivalist mother, Constance, scrape by in the snowy, mountainous Highlands, preparing for a record-breaking winter. Living out of a caravan, they spend their days digging through landfills, searching for anything with restorative and trading value. When Dylan arrives in their caravan park in the middle of the night, life changes course for Estella and Constance. Though the weather worsens, his presence brings a new light to daily life, and when the ultimate disaster finally strikes, they'll all be ready.<br />
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For some reason, I thought this book would be more apocalyptic than it was. It turned out to just be really cold, nothing more. The storyline is nothing spectacular and at times I felt like throwing in the towel when it came to finishing the book. So, why didn't I? Fagan’s ability to describe every small detail was a delight to my imagination. Especially, when it involved the snowy and icy conditions.<br />
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The setting is a small caravan park on an island in Scottland. It is told from the viewpoint of 12-year-old Stella along with an older man named Dylan. Dylan was displaced from the only home he has known in London. For reasons that will not be mentioned Dylan ends up living in this remote caravan park in Clachan Fells. Through his eyes, the reader is transported and experiences what it is like to live there, which is quite mundane. Stella’s personal story is thought-provoking and just from this reader's point of view thought the author could have focused more on this controversial topic, giving the reader something deeper to sink their teeth into.<br />
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To sum up the review, I found this to be your basic fictional story, telling about the lives of others. It will not make the hair on the back of your neck stand-up like in a thriller or trying to guess who killed the mailman in a mystery. Instead, you get a peek into the lives of ordinary people just trying to survive in this cruel world. I am right down the middle with this story. I liked 50% of the book the other 50% is just meh. </div>
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High school senior Van Liss is barely human. He thinks of himself as a scarecrow—ragged and unnerving, stuck, and destined to spend his life cold and alone. If he ever had feelings, they were stomped out long ago by his selfish mother and her lecherous boyfriend. All he’s been left with is bitter contempt, to which he clings.<br />
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Their road to trust is rocky and, at times, even dangerous. And looming evil threatens to keep them apart forever.<br />
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At least I don’t have to worry about my bosses wanting to get busy <em>with me</em>. They’re too passionately busy with each other. <em>How fucking sweet</em>. “Sounds like a blast. Have fun.”<br />
This is about the extent of small talk I’m capable of. I hurry to my locker, where I pull out my messenger bag, lift the flap, and after untying my apron, I pour in the cash that’s weighing me down. Not that I’m complaining. Then, I pull on my flannel coat and oversized top hat, change into my boots, sling my messenger bag over my shoulder, and head back through the restaurant to the front door.<br />
I hate that I have to come and go through the restaurant. That I have to be the real me—not food server me—in a place where I have a well-defined role. Not a role I’m exactly comfortable with, but one I can deal with. And I can “fake nice” when I’m working, but beyond that, it’s too much of an effort. And when I finally step onto the street and pull in a long-awaited breath of cool air that doesn’t stink of greasy food, he’s beside me.<br />
“Hey, Donovan.”<br />
“Van,” I say and sigh.<br />
“I’m George…George Curaco.”<br />
“Whatever.” I pull the flannel shirt around me tightly and turn away from him. But I have a job to do before I storm off. “You need to leave me the fuck alone, George C…or find a new job.”<br />
I wonder if he steps back or gasps or covers his mouth with his probably greasy hand in response to my rudeness, but there’s no sound of movement.<br />
“You can’t stop me from looking at you. Or asking you if I can carry your bag…to wherever it is you’re going tonight.”<br />
I grit my teeth—it’s a trick I learned when I was a kid. To prevent me from screaming.<br />
“Can I carry your bag?”<br />
My jaw still clamped, I shake my head.<br />
“<em>May</em> I carry your bag?”<br />
“Leave me the fuck alone.” Since I’ve voiced everything necessary on the subject of him and me, I brave a final glance. I need evidence that the puppy is down on the sidewalk, writhing in pain, having been kicked by the lying little bitch. But he doesn’t appear even slightly pathetic. The kid is studying me—his eyes seem serious, even sad, as usual, but he’s wearing a smirk. It hits me that George C isn’t sad at all. “It’s just your eyes…they look sad, but they’re not.”<br />
“Just like your words. They make you seem mean…but <em>you’re </em>not.”<br />
<em>Oh, yes, I am!</em><br />
George C pulls my bag from my shoulder by the long strap. “So where are we going?”<br />
I snatch it back with a hiss. It’s louder than I intended. “I have no clue where <em>you</em> are going, but <em>I</em> am going home. Alone.” George C has succeeded in getting under my weathered, burlap scarecrow skin. This surprises me, as it hasn’t happened in years. I don’t curse at him again or spit on his shoes, which I’ve been known to do. I just storm down Depot Street in the direction of our duplex. To the second-floor suite I claim as mine. The Batcave. My safe space.<br />
“I enjoyed our chat, Van. Really, I did.” His voice is soft and raspy, yet it carries all the way to me, and I’m at least ten steps away already.<br />
It must be the direction of the wind.<br /><br />
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Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—one in law school, another a professional dancer, a third studying at Mia’s alma mater, Boston College, and her lone son, heading off to college. (Yes, the nest is finally empty.) She has published more than twenty books of LGBTQ romance when not editing National Honor Society essays, offering opinions on college and law school applications, helping to create dance bios, and reviewing scholarship essays. Her husband of twenty-five years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about this, as it’s a sensitive subject.<br />
Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled people in complex relationships. She has a great affinity for the tortured hero in literature, and as a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with tales of tortured heroes and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to her wonderful publishers for providing her with an alternate place to stash her stories.<br />
Her books have been featured in Kirkus Reviews magazine, and have won Rainbow Awards for Best Transgender Contemporary Romance and Best YA Lesbian Fiction, a Reader Views’ Book by Book Publicity Literary Award, the Jack Eadon Award for Best Book in Contemporary Drama, an Indie Fab Award, and a Royal Dragonfly Award for Cultural Diversity, a Story Monsters Purple Dragonfly Award for Young Adult e-book Fiction, among other awards.<br />
Mia Kerick is a social liberal and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of human rights. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology. Contact Mia at miakerick@gmail.com or visit at www.miakerickya.com to see what is going on in Mia’s world.<br />
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In the tumultuous world of time travel, Livy does her best to adjust to her new life and abilities. Livy and Gregory’s shared dreams have them searching for clues to piece together their lives. In time though, Livy discovers that her lifeline to Gregory isn’t as strong as she thought and she now faces an even worse fate. A voice only she can hear has started to follow her and one mistake could keep her locked permanently in the past.</div>
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I took a drink of my water, watching him over the rim of the glass. “Any other theories we have to test?” I set my glass in the sink but something else was already on my mind and it had nothing to do with theories.<br />
“Hmm…nothing comes to mind immediately.” Gregory scratched his chin, faint stubble was starting to appear.<br />
“Good.” I reached up and kissed him, not wanting to feel anything but him. Gregory seemed surprised but I felt his arms squeeze me against his chest. He pulled away, but I was having none of it and with my fingers tethered in his hair, I yanked his mouth back to mine, kissing him earnestly. I made sure my body pressed against every lining of his, pushing against him and making him stumble backwards.<br />
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<em>All the Gods, all the heavens, all the hells, are within you. —Joseph Campbell</em><br />
“Have you ever heard the saying; ‘only the forgotten are dead’?”<br />
The young girl shook her head. Tears welled up in her eyes, but they hadn’t fallen yet. This one was tough. She was fighting the terror that was undoubtedly coursing through her body. There was no point in fighting it; her death was inevitable.<br />
“See, I will kill you, but if I <em>remember</em> you, then it’s like you’re not even dead.”<br />
A whimper escaped from the girl. She wasn’t the first one to die, and she wouldn’t be the last. She <em>would</em> be the first to send a message, so her body would be the first one to be discovered unlike the others; the forgotten ones. Their bodies had been left to decay in their shallow graves never to be found. There was an added excitement knowing someone — Agent Caitlin Cade more precisely— would be staring at this girl’s dead body in just a matter of hours.<br />
“Don’t worry baby girl, you won’t be one of them; one of the forgotten ones. You’re going to be found.”<br />
A scream ripped through the room.<br />
“I always like to talk during this next part. I don’t know why. The first few times I thought maybe it was just what was left of my humanity reaching out to offer comfort in the final minutes of their lives, but that’s not it. I haven’t had humanity in years.”<br />
The knife sliced through the air, and the first cut into flesh vibrated to the depths of the killer’s soul. The feeling was orgasmic. Another cut and then another. The smell of fresh blood wafted through the room permeating every single crack and crevice. The beautiful scream that ripped from the girl’s throat was the icing on the cake. Over and over the knife cut into her flesh.<br />
“I saw a therapist once, and she told me that my mind was like a disease. Can you believe that? Someone who went into the business of helping people told me that.”<br />
The girl’s body was lifeless now. There was no point in checking for a pulse. Still, the desire to feel the knife tear through her flesh was uncontrollable. That was the problem with the urges. They were impossible to control. Blood sang a song like the sirens from the old tales, and there was no refusing the call.<br />
“I already knew my mind was diseased, and I’m not going to stop until I’ve infected everyone.”<br />
If only walls could talk, these walls would tell some very horrific stories. Stories that were filled with screams, begging and pleading, but never salvation. This room had never seen salvation.<br />
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My eyelids closed as if they were being drawn down by sluggish, unhurried weights. When I forced them open after several seemingly endless moments, nothing had changed. I could still make out a blurry image of Josh standing nearby, Mr. Thompson’s hands clenched firmly on Josh’s shoulders from behind. There was a crowd, I think, and muffled voices. The steel school locker felt cold against my back and I recognized the familiar feeling that lately seemed to just dwell and ache in my bones. Fear, I think it was, mixed with just enough madness to keep the blood racing through my veins … fast. Too fast.<br />
“Why did you do that, Andrea?” Josh shouted in my direction.<br />
My eyes fell closed again. I don’t remember what else he said. I just remember the feeling of each overly pronounced syllable piercing the air while he said it. I stared through the darkness that danced behind my heavy eyelids. What had I done?<br />
I tried to pry open my hazy eyes to examine the faces of the expanding crowd as they stood, mouths agape. I only recognized a few. There were hardcover music books sprawled open on the tile floor at my feet. Confused, I looked to Josh, but the heavy silence of the room deafened any words he may have been saying. I gripped the ends of my soft, thin hair between my slender fingers and waited. Each thought sunk deeper than the last.<br />
There was a poster taped sloppily against the locker behind me. I turned my head to face it and focused. The ends were curled up and there were ripples in the masking tape adorned to the edges. “Oakwood High School Invitational—TONIGHT” it read in handwritten purple block letters. There was a pixelated saxophone image pasted underneath the words, “Brought to you by Mr. Thompson and the Oakwood High Jazz Band.” I brought my hand up to trace the edges. The poster board felt crisp and thick under my fingertips. I could smell the aftermath of the permanent marker. The loud reverberating voice behind me got softer until it resembled a deep echo I could easily ignore. I started to pick at the tape from the bottom left corner of the poster until I felt the sticky residue ball up underneath my fingernail.<br />
Suddenly the life reentered my body in one abrupt breath when I felt a strong tug on my arm. I turned and saw Ethan Marks. Everyone else was gone. Had it been minutes this time? Hours?<br />
“Andrea! Come on,” he barked at me, interlacing my arm, tucking it quickly under his. He jerked me to a standing position and pulled me down the hall, speeding up his gate as I stumbled to catch up.<br />
“Where’s Josh?” I asked worriedly, but he didn’t answer. We were silent as we walked through the empty hallway. I lifted my gaze, trying to catch Ethan’s eye, trying to read his thoughts. His light blue eyes, usually sparkling with laughter, were steely and somber as he charged forward, dragging me with him, away from the wreckage I’d caused.<br />
He stopped short and took a deep breath. His eyes were unyielding and dismal as they studied me, and slowly his frustration melted into a deep sadness.<br />
“What happened, Andrea? What was that back there?”<br />
“I don’t know…” My voice began breaking. My thoughts were muddled beyond recognition and I couldn’t form the right words, or any words, to explain.<br />
Ethan wrapped himself around me in a gentle, firm embrace. It felt kind. And warm. And wonderfully different. My muscles unclenched for the first time in months, and I didn’t know I was crying until I tasted the salt as it stained my face. I buried my head into Ethan’s chest as he tightened his hold on me. I wanted him to say something, to tell me everything would be all right, but we both knew better. So we just stood there, Ethan supporting me as I clasped the back of his cotton t-shirt between my fingers.<br />
After a few minutes, I fully returned to my body as my breathing calmed. I steadied my stance and took a step backward, shakily holding Ethan’s forearms as I regained my balance. Wiping smudged mascara from my pale face, I met Ethan’s eyes and quickly looked down, fixating on a crack in the tile below me.<br />
“Hey,” he started, “Andrea … it’s…”<br />
“I’m okay. Ethan, I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to … I’m sorry I … ugh your shirt.” I motioned to the tear stains on his light green tee that crept from his chest to his shoulder.<br />
“Oh God, don’t worry about that. Andie, I just…”<br />
“It’s fine.” I wiped my face and took a deep breath. “Thanks,” I said, squeezing Ethan’s hand and looking in his eyes sincerely, so he knew I meant it. “I should go. But thanks.” I shook my head and turned around to walk back into the havoc and face what I had done. I felt Ethan staring at me as I left. He was just another person whose life would’ve been better if he hadn’t met me. I swallowed, took a breath, and kept walking.<br />
It was over for now, that latest incident, and there was no way to tell when there would be another one … but there would definitely be another one. I was too broken for it to be any other way.<br />
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Christine lives in the Los Angeles area with her husband and their two children. She works full-time as a senior marketing manager for a large media company and holds a Bachelor's of Business Administration degree from Western Michigan University where she studied marketing. Growing up in the chilly midwest, she developed a deep passion for dramatic writing and alternative music at an early age, which still peaks through in her adult-corporate-mom life today. Forgiven Are the Starry-Eyed is Christine's debut novel.<br />
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One lie is enough to question all truths.<br />
As I lie here in my front hallway, in the place where it all began, I wonder what would have happened if I’d never opened the door that afternoon?<br />
Would she have gone somewhere else? Would she have swept off in another direction, an alternative reality where our lives would never have crossed paths?<br />
And now I’m lying here, blood pooling beneath my body, deep crimson smears on cold white tiles, remembering every sordid moment in vivid detail.<br />
There’s a shadow standing over me.<br />
“I want you to die here, slowly and alone.” Her voice is cold, emotionless. “And I want you to use the time to think about what you did. And when you take your last breath, I want you to realize it’s all your fault. All of it!”<br />
I drift in and out of consciousness and wonder if I had my chance to do it over again, if I had the choice, would I choose not to open the door that day?<br />
Even after everything, I know that I would.<br />
I’d go through it all again, and then some, if it meant the chance to be with Zach just one more time…</blockquote>
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I drag my gaze from across the room and look at my husband. Really look at him. He has his eyes squeezed shut. Has he always done that?<br />
Was there ever a time we’d looked at each other as we made love?<br />
“Derek?” I whisper. “Derek,” I repeat a little louder when it is clear he hadn’t heard me.<br />
Derek opens his eyes, a slight frown between his brows. “Do you want me to stop?” Is that impatience in his tone?<br />
“No,” I say. “I… I love you.”<br />
“Love you, too.” But he closes his eyes as he says the words. He doesn’t see the tear that escapes between lids I’ve squeezed shut.<br />
He changes the angle of his thrust. It’s only slight, but I recognize it, and I know he is getting close. I can almost tell, to the exact thrust, when he’ll climax.<br />
Then he’ll roll off me and onto his back. I’ll lay my head on his chest and listen to the beat of his heart as it slows. For one minute. Never longer. He’ll then roll over, and I’ll spoon his back.<br />
His eyes are shut, so he doesn’t see the other tear that rolls down my cheek to dampen the hair at the base of my neck. But I’m not even sad.<br />
I don’t feel anything at all.<br />
How can I cry when I feel this empty?<br />
How can I feel empty with my husband inside me in the most intimate way possible?<br />
With the final thrust of his hips, like an orchestra conductor’s last wave of his staff, Derek finishes.<br />
Without a single glance in my direction, he rolls onto his back.<br />
I didn’t even bother to fake an orgasm.<br />
He doesn’t seem to care.<br />
This time I roll over, my back toward him.<br />
He doesn’t move to hold me as his heart slows. Instead, I listen as his breathing turns to a light snore.<br />
I’m not where I belong. But that can’t be right. I’m married. I’m living with my husband. Surely this is where I belong.<br />
Then why do I feel so lost?<br />
And so terribly alone.<br />
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Athena Daniels is the #1 international bestselling author of the award-winning Beyond the Grave paranormal romance series and the romantic thrillers Desperate and The Scream Behind Her Smile. In 2016, Athena was nominated for Author of the Year and Best New Author in AusRom Today's Reader's Choice Awards.<br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">After drowning his soul in blood, can this alien warrior be saved?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">As the only doctor on Aveyn, Ava works day and night for the people she considers hers. Only… she’s not really one of them, is she? She’s a hybrid, a highly illegal creature created by Trade Minister Knut for his personal enjoyment. And she risks a fate worse than death if her existence is ever discovered by Prime Councilor Aav, the most powerful Matriarch in the Ring.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">When a tall, arrogant, sapphire blue alien comes to Aveyn, it’s not long before headstrong Ava gets in trouble with him – the new Eok warrior in charge.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Arlen wants nothing to do with his new assignment on Aveyn. All he wants is to return to the violence at the Frontier and drown his broken heart in bloodshed. But he made a deal with his brother, the Commander-in Chief-of the Eok armies: a year of peace for a year of combat. So, Arlen comes to Aveyn fully intent on ruling all those who live there with an iron fist…</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #783f04;">… all except a troublesome, gorgeous female whose purple eyes haunt his dreams. When the Mating Venom pushes him to the edge of madness, can Arlen learn to trust in his heart again, or is his soul lost to the bloodlust?</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #783f04;">She closed her eyes.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">The scents became clearer as she kept her eyes closed. The water, pure and cold; the grass under her naked soles; and the flowers. The flowers, with their stubborn, extravagant love for life. How many times had she wished she was like one of those flowers? Blooming, happy, beautiful. Hundreds of times, thousands, she’d wished it. Every time Knut made her cry, every time Knut made her feel like she wasn’t truly a person.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">“You shouldn’t come out here alone, especially at night.”</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">A male voice startled her and Ava turned quickly, holding the scalpel she had brought with her in front of her body defensively. A tall, broad figure stepped out of the deep shadows created by a series of bushes, a figure she recognized instantly.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">“I could tell you the same thing.” Ava lowered her arm but didn’t withdraw it completely.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were following me.”</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">“I am following you.” There it was again, that humorless voice, all business and military.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">It made her body tingle in all the wrong places, even though alarms bells rang in her head.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">Ava watched warily as Arlen approached, completely undeterred by her weapon.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">“How very stalkerish of you.”</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">He didn’t answer, just prowled closer to her with an uncanny, almost feline grace. The silver moonlight reflected off his head, making the markings on his skin even more apparent. A tiny thrill skittered across her skin at the sight of him and she pulled the sides of her cotton sweater more tightly around her body.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">He was close enough now that she could see his features clearly, the harsh shadows from the cloudless moon playing on the angles of his face, giving him the appearance of an ancient,</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">long-forgotten deity. His pale eyes reflected the light, seeming almost entirely white as he stared down at her.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">There was nothing soft about him. Not even the plump hardness of his lips as his mouth stretched into a humorless grin.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">“Are you always this insolent?”</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">Arlen hovered above her, barely two feet away, and he was so tall she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. His arms were bare in his sleeveless vest, rippling with muscles and covered with markings. He was a monument to strength and control, to this cold military authority she sensed in everything he did.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">The tingling in her belly grew as she stared at those strong arms, that skin covered with markings that seemed as rough as it was soft. What would it feel to run her fingers along it? Her tongue?</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">Get a grip! What is going on with you?</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">“Maybe it’s just your Eok charm.” Ava forced herself to relax her posture but her arms refused to let go, and she still hugged herself. “Are you always this creepy?”</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">He shook his head at her sassy answer then his eyes went down to her scalpel. The corner of his mouth curved up slightly, and there was something in his gaze that wasn’t there before as he looked back up at her. It looked an awful lot like amusement.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">“Do you plan on stabbing me? If so, I hope your arms are stronger than they look. It’ll take you all night to kill me with that.”</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">“Of course not.” Ava brought her arm down, suddenly feeling very foolish. What was she expecting, anyway? It wasn’t like she could fight off an Eok warrior with her scalpel. “I brought it with me for protection, that’s all.” She turned to the river, but she could feel Arlen’s gaze on her. “Nobody comes here, anyway.”</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">“Nobody but you.” He planted himself at her side and they stayed like that in silence for a while. When he finally spoke again, his voice wasn’t all business and efficiency, but a bit dreamy. “Did you come here often? Before?”</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">Ava’s arms tightened around her body and a sudden surge of emotions welled up in her throat. Aside from Uril, nobody asked her questions. Nobody cared what she felt. Why did he?</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">Or maybe she was just a fool to think he did.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In 2012, one cycle of an ancient calendar system came to a close. Humanity predicted its downfall, but it wasn’t the end of their evolutionary climb. It was the beginning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Willow Kent is discovering that life as a second-phase prodigy comes at a price. Trapped in the London Core, her choices are limited, made difficult by her forbidden romance with Reece and the presence of a new commanding officer who establishes harsh rules. With unpredictable skills and a growing distrust in her birth parents, she is struggling to play the Core’s game. But when opportunity arises in the form of a mysterious shapeshifter, Willow realizes there’s more to her own evolution than meets the eye. She soon learns that keeping secrets is a key move, and the more dangerous they are, the greater her need to evolve into the powerful prodigy nature intended her to become.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But those closest to her have their own secrets, and her status has made her an easy target for betrayal. Who will she turn to, when nothing is as it seems?</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The blow shouldn’t have stunned me. I’d grown up in a tavern, defending myself, and had spent plenty of time training with Kane and Tem. I knew how to take a hit.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This was more than a hit. Kristoffe’s swing was fast and brutal, with a force behind it that rivaled my own—enough to knock me off my feet and send me flying down the hall.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sensations took over. There was the feel of backward motion. Loss of control as my body hit the floor. More motion from sliding, and the hot sting of my flesh scraping tile. Ceiling lights blurred into white lines. Pain throbbed in my cheek.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But it was the tightness in my throat that hurt most. The tiger clawed like mad as we slid. Her screams pierced the fog in my brain, parting it, carving out a path. If I didn’t stop her, she would use it to climb up and take control.</span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Let me in!</span></em><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I managed to shake my head.</span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You need me!</span></em><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No,” I whimpered, bumping into the limp body of an elevator guard. One of his arms stopped me, and I sat up quickly, recoiling. He was spread-eagled, face down among his comrades, his fingers wrapped around a retinal scanner. I cringed. Was he dead? Had the tiger killed them all? Then my eyes fell on the laser resting at his hip.</span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Take it.</span></em><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I couldn’t. I’d never fired one before.</span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He’ll kill us!</span></em><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not sure who she meant, I jerked my head around. The man with the sabre was still gone. But Kristoffe and his patrol were marching in my direction, dragging Toby with them. He struggled violently until one of them drove a fist into his stomach. A savage tug tore through <em>my</em> belly. Gasping, I leaned over, fumbling for the guard’s laser.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Kristoffe signaled for his men to stop, but continued walking toward me. He didn’t waver, not even when I grasped the laser in both hands and aimed it at him.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“That’s far enough,” I said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He kept coming.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I’ll shoot.” My finger instinctively hugged the trigger. “I mean it.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Spreading his arms, Kristoffe made a target out of his broad chest. His smile was icy. “Go ahead, then. Shoot.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Was he bluffing? I couldn’t tell. He might have a defensive shield. On the other hand, he might go down with one shot. There was no way to know. But somehow, he’d survived the tiger. This laser was my only hope.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Do it</em>, the tiger spat.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My pulse spiked. “I will shoot.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He kept coming.</span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Shoot him!</span></em><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Stop,” I cried, my hands shaking.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But he didn’t stop, and the closer he came, the harder I choked on the tiger’s fury. Her strength was more than I could handle. He was only a few feet away when her hissing cry forced me to pull the trigger. A matching cry left my lips. The laser clicked, shuddered—</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">—and died.</span><br />
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I would like to start off this review by saying how mind-blowing this compilation of poetry is, never have I read something so creative and atypical. AN EVERYDAY THING is so intense it is like reading someone's soul. Undoubtedly, as you consume this writing it will rip you apart with turmoil and tragedy. For this very reason as a reader, you cannot miss such fabulousness.<br />
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I find it fascinating that Richards uses the Kent State shooting as the main focal point in this book of poems since on May 4th, 1970 was the day the people of America became afraid of their own government and since that day nothing has changed, only intensified. Furthermore, weaving in poems of atrocities taking place within today’s society, such as spousal abuse, voter fraud, loss of loved ones, rich people getting richer by polluting the earth and many more subjects. To me, these poems represent the rapid decline that society is making as a whole. The most important point is will society pull out of its downward spiral before it is too late.<br />
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The formation and layout of each poem are as unique as the poems themselves. Richardson is quite the rare poet in the way she can paint a portrait of a senseless massacre with only 11 black lines. Additionally, the construct of the poem “MY MOTHER’S HUNGER” is exclusive in the layout combining two poems into one. Line one starts the first poem than line two is the start of the second. Therefore, as a reader, you will read every other line finding two poems in one. This is one of my favorite poems due to the possibility of interpretations. Do they have equivalent interpretations? Or could they be contradictory? Maybe there is no relation at all. Everyone’s interpretation is different, nonetheless. I am going to wrap up my review with a poem that I can strongly relate to. Why is this? I have Rheumatoid Arthritis at 44 years old and this poem resonates deeply with me.<br />
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Nancy Richardson’s poems have appeared in journals anthologies. She has written two chapbooks. The first, Unwelcomed Guest (2013) by Main Street Rag Publishing Company and the second, the Fire’s Edge (2017) by Finishing Line Press concerned her formative youth in the rust-belt of Ohio and the dislocation, including the Kent State shootings that affected her young adulthood. In An Everyday Thing, she has included those poems and extended the narrative to memories of persons and events and the make a life.<br />
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She has spent a good deal of her professional life working in government and education at the local, state, and federal levels and as a policy liaison in the U.S. Office of the Secretary of Education and for the Governor of Massachusetts. She received an MFA in Writing from Vermont College in 2005 and has served on the Board of the Frost Place in Franconia, NH. Visit her <a href="http://www.richardsonvt.com/"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Website</span></b></a>.<br />
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<em><em><span style="color: #783f04;">He leaned in so close that I could feel his warm breath mix with mine. He placed one hand on the wall behind me, “You make me weak.”</span></em></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #783f04;">“Is it too hard for you to hear that I prayed every day of my life since I left that we’d be brought back together again, only when it actually happened, I don’t have you at all?”</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04;">S.P. Cervantes is the author of the acclaimed contemporary romance A BROKEN FAIRY TALE series. The series allows you to connect with a group of friends and their triumphs over tragedy. "Dust to Dust" is a suspenseful stand-alone romance that introduces readers to this close knit group of loyal friends. "Wished Away" is an emotional romance that should be read before the Bad-Boy romance, "His Jar of Hearts". The stand-alone highly acclaimed romance called "The Wife" is now available. </span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">S.P. Cervantes's new dystopian romance, AN IMPOSSIBLE WORLD, will be released on July 25th.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">S.P. is also the author of the highly rated Young Adult Romantic Fantasy trilogy Secrets of Shadow Hill. "Always and Forever", "The Prophecy", and "War of Wizards" that has been described as "Twilight Meets Harry Potter". It's not your typical romantic fantasy.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">S.P Cervantes lives in Orange County, California with her husband and three children, where she is a teacher. She enjoys spending time with her family, writing, reading, and running, but is always thinking of an idea for her next novel.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">Staring out of the tinted bulletproof windows of the limo, I can’t tell for sure how gray the clouds are that gather above us. I hope it doesn’t rain again. It’s unsettling to come back here. To see the complete destruction of the California oceanside town that I once called home—Avilene Beach. It’s a ghost-like cemetery of charred, crumbling homes and palm trees turned askew and broken apart. Just like me.</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">This is the direct result of my decisions.</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">Wind skitters across the surface of black puddles racing by, reminding me of the oily blood of the Ma’tiok. It’s been just one week since my old life, my human life ended and this new one exploded into existence. Acid rises in the back of my throat, burning hot, and I crush my jaw together hard until my lips press into a thin line. Why did Eenoki pick me?</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">“Priestess, do you understand what I said?”</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">Katok’s sharp telepathic tone startles me out of my immersive guilt. “Stick to the speech the High Priestess provided. Yes. I got it.” I swallow hard against the rising bile being pressed there by the trembling in my gut. What if this press conference makes things worse?</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">“Allison, don’t worry so much. You’ll be safe.” Stephen reaches out to me and Katok snatches his hand midair, crushing it in his huge taloned palm.</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">“Ow! Dammit, Katok!” Stephen clutches his wounded limb.</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">I swear, that’s almost a smirk on the massive Vongjar commander’s leopard-like face. Katok’s lips curl back menacingly to reveal his white fangs and piercing resolve. Stephen knows better than to try and touch me.</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">I sigh, and can’t help but glare at Stephen who sits across from me. His dark muscular arms are crossed hard against his white Navy button-up shirt. Even with the blotchy purple and yellow bruises healing across his tense neck and face, he’s still handsome. But his haircut, shaved in military style, makes me miss his longer tawny surfer hair.</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">“Stephen, if I can’t be the bridge between the Alliance and Earth, our world won’t survive the Ma’tiok. You understand that, right?”</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">His angry blue eyes lock on me, softening, and he smiles.</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">I look away and clench my fists on the cold, empty, black leather seats beside me. We can never make it work. He’ll never understand what I am, or what I have to do. I have to serve the Alliance to have any chance of getting them to fight the Ma’tiok on the ground, instead of glassing the Earth like they have so many other infected worlds.</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">The blue tint to the air thickens as we get closer to our destination. What if I had just gone with Z’iram and left Earth behind? Maybe he would have spared those who died here.</span><br />
<em><span style="color: #7f6000;">No. If we left, there would be no hope of the Alliance helping this world fight back. Any other choice would have meant the total destruction of Earth without any chance of survival.</span></em><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">I know Eenoki is right, but the truth still hurts.</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">The High Priestess will arrive soon, aboard the planet killer Star Fire, to judge and test me. This speech is another test, one that I can’t afford to mess up. If Kiobaan doesn’t publicly declare me a Priestess, of Earth, then there will be no ambassador to the Alliance or protection for our world.</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">I take a deep breath and straighten the pale gown Tarem made me wear, irritated at how ridiculous I look. Not that I own any clothes besides what the Alliance has provided me. Before we left, my reflection shocked me. The way they pinned up my long auburn waves under a small crystalline hairpiece that stands a few inches high, reminded me of my vision of Aakina. The memory Eenoki shared with me from her last day alive, before she and her world were wiped out by the Ma’tiok.</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">“How much longer Katok, until there are too many Ma’tiok for your troops to handle”</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">His golden eyes widen. “They multiply too quick. The ground troops struggle to do more than contain them. Our current calculations project ten Earth days at most. We need Alliance support to do any more.” Katok shakes his head.</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">Ten days left? It’s only been twenty-one since the Ma’tiok arrived!</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">Stephen leans closer. “He’s not telling you the whole story. Admiral Hurst says that there are over ten thousand Ma’tiok and infected humans on the ground, and that combined kills between Katok’s troops and the US military don’t even equal the rate that they’re multiplying at. We are losing every day.”</span><br />
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The rain stopped, and the wind outside had settled, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake. I didn’t have a problem with the quiet. I liked it, in fact. But this was something a little different. This was uncomfortable. The kind of stillness that came from forced proximity to someone or something that made your skin itch and your stomach roil. The kind of hush that usually set in right before a devastating storm or a natural disaster.<br />
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He did this sometimes. Just sat across from me and stared. He usually wouldn’t even say anything. I didn’t think he expected me to say anything, either. He just looked. Sometimes it lasted a few minutes, just long enough to send that chill skittering up and down my spine. Other times it would go on for hours. He’d blink and breathe and fidget, but his eyes…those remained locked on me, his unhealthy mix of sadness and lust and greed and anger crushing me to the point of breathlessness.<br />
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We were at it again, and I was just about out of patience. It was one thing to have been ripped away from my home, from my life, by that madwoman, Cora Anderson. It was another to have her poke and prod and use me as a science experiment. She’d altered my mind. Made me forget most of my life before the day I woke up a prisoner on the floor of her cold, dank cell. Those things were all bad, but having been “rescued” by this bastard and forced to stay by his side at all times? That was an entirely new level of torture.<br />
“You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?” His tone was acidic and his jaw tight. He had a temper, this guy. I’d seen it multiple times. He’d never done anything more than scream at me, but it was only a matter of time with people like this. I wasn’t sure how I knew that, but I felt it in my bones. Maybe I’d known someone like him at home. Maybe it was just intuition.<br />
“Yes,” was all I replied. I found that simple, one-word responses went over the best. Or, more accurately, the worst. When I said too little, he grew agitated. He wanted me to talk to him, yet the things that came out of my mouth weren’t ever what he wanted to hear. I didn’t act like he’d hoped I would, didn’t say the things he longed to hear. Some days he was determined to change me. Others, he was rabid, blaming me for not behaving like myself and demanding that I wake up.<br />
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“While it’s not okay, I understand.” He offered me a smile—a small, tentative twitch of his lips and gentle shrug of his shoulders. He was making an effort to be kinder today, going out of his way to speak softer and move slower.<br />
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That made me even angrier.<br />
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“You understand? Then my life is complete. All I’ve ever wanted was the understanding of a serial killer.” Even if I hadn’t been thinking about…someone else, I would have lied. The fact that I wasn’t focused on him, and him alone, drove Dylan—my savior, my captor—crazy. But the truth was, I was thinking of him. That other him. How could I not? Even if I didn’t find myself missing him every moment of every day in an almost physical way, I wouldn’t be able to put him out of my mind because he was technically sitting here across from me.<br /><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Most authors who have a long list of books tend to trade quality writing for quantity. There are exemptions to this and one of the best is Catherine Ryan Hyde. Her writing is full of heart and you never put down something she has written with disappointment. Heaven Adjacent stands along with all the other books by Hyde that I love. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Catherine Ryan Hyde’s books always shine a bright light on a moral lesson in her stories. Heaven Adjacent is no different. When I finished this book, like all her others, I felt more knowledgeable and have a better perspective on the quandary affecting the book's protagonist Roseanna. Usually, I try to not get into much detail regarding the story itself because I don’t ever want to ruin anything for the people who read my reviews. I am making an exception due to the fact I saw a great deal of myself in Roseanna. Therefore, helping me rethink the path that I am on and how I am handling it. After losing her best friend and law partner, she ran towards solitude purchasing a small secluded house with a great deal of land. While on this journey with her you realize that what you're feelings are telling you what is best might not always be what heals those deep wounds. As the story progresses, Roseanna softens around the edges relinquishing the badass lawyer attitude, learning that what you think you need is not always true. Hence, that what you least expect in life helps to heal those wounds also giving you a different outlook on it. As always for this author another spectacular read. </span></div>
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