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A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.

If she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out by the pool with her family, sipping cocktails with her friends, or of course with her nose buried in a book.

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Re-release: Memories of Me by Dani Hart

 

 

Title: Memories of Me
Author: Dani Hart
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Re-release Date: June 12, 2017

 

Blurb
*Inspired by true events*
(Characters are a work of fiction)
When you close your eyes and open them again you expect to
see the world as it was a fraction of a second ago. Maybe a slight change from
a passing breeze, but you are still in the same place, unmoving and unchanged.
You don’t expect to be somewhere else where the faces are unfamiliar. Where you
are unfamiliar. 
With one blink I had no family, no home, no name, and no
past. I was alone, until I met the Reilly brothers. They gave me purpose again.
A reason to trust. A reason to love. A reason to rebuild a life full of
forgotten memories. Together, they would try to rewrite my history.

 

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Author Bio
I have always been drawn to words. They have this magic to
touch my soul when I need it the most, whether through reading or writing. My
love for writing started as most little girl’s with a diary. It evolved into a
big girl journal and then transformed into a notebook of poetry during the dark
days of high school. I followed my dream to USC (University of Southern
California) to study theatre, creative writing, and screenwriting. Finally, I
understood how to take the stories in my head and commit them to paper. I was
fortunate enough to sell my first professional script during college and have
been writing ever since. 
In 2013 I took to self-publishing. I realized quickly that
my passion resonated across many genres, so currently I have published young adult,
fantasy, paranormal, dystopian, new adult, and women’s fiction. With both of my
kids in school full-time now I am able to immerse myself in my passion more and
when I’m not writing I’m enjoying the short time I have with my babies and my
husband.

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Re-release: Born to be Bound by Addison Cain

 

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Surrender is not survival.

Claire is desperate. Her once thriving city lies in ruins. The strongest of the three human dynamics, Alphas, have grown feral. Common Betas circle like vultures. The lowest in the hierarchy, rare and weak Omegas like Claire, are being destroyed. Sheltering amidst a dwindling enclave of frightened Omega women, Claire cannot provide enough to feed them all; her friends are starving.

All due to one escaped convict’s violent rise to power.

Shepherd is every bit as ruthless as his reputation suggests. Despite taking every possible precaution, Claire is captured and her worst nightmare realized. Shepherd, discovering a rare Omega in his midst, claims her like a prize, forcing a pair-bond that ties her to him forever.

She fights her instincts and his will, because no matter how manipulative the bond might be, she despises what he’s done to her people. If she cannot find a way to help her friends, if she cannot escape, everyone she loves will die.

Publisher’s Note: The first book in Addison Cain’s exciting, raw, and suspense-filled Omegaverse series is a dark tale with explicit sexual themes and complete power exchange. Though situations may by be interpreted as romantic, this is a story about the effect of extreme circumstances on the human psyche and the consequences of obsession—not a standard romance. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.

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EXCERPT

Shepherd began to pace, naked, rolling his shoulders as he prowled, all the while watching her and sniffing the air over and over.

“Eat more… drink the water.”

Voice downright nasty, threatening, Claire hissed as if he should have known Omegas could not eat during estrous, “I don’t want food!”

No, she wanted the thing that was supposed to happen. He was supposed to be fucking her. Why was he waiting? She came to her feet and he was there, the dominant male growling so loud her eyes rolled back in her skull.

A rending of fabric preceded cool air over fevered skin.

He was all around her, tugging away unnecessary things like clothing. The smell of him, the raw sweat, sent her cunt to seeping. Sucking in great panting breaths of the fertile Omega, Shepherd sought out to stroke uncovered flesh, a bit surprised all her body hair had been permanently removed—recognizing the precaution the Omega had taken to help mask her scent.

She was so far gone, her little tongue already licking at his skin, completely high on the taste and smell, that when his finger swiped drops of his leaking pre-come to run over her lips, she moaned loudly and sucked it deep into her mouth.

Claire was so small compared to his mass, easy to move where he wanted. Her back hit the bed, Shepherd standing between her slender spread legs, staring down with wide, hungry eyes at the river of slick that came forth. Little pink lips were spread, the swollen glans of his cock lined up where she seemed far too small to accept an organ so large. With one hand on her chest, petting the twisting thing, Shepherd pressed forward, breaching her slippery womb, and gave a full body shudder at the sound of her desperate cry.

The woman had not lied… she was so tight it made his cock pulsate more fluid to aid her. He only got halfway before she began to whine and squirm. Alphas were big and Shepherd was huge, his girth massive, and there was only so much space inside her body.

“Open for me, little one,” Shepherd growled, using his thumbs to stretch her lower lips further apart, thrusting forward, gaining hard earned inch by inch while the female watched a cock as thick as her forearm slowly disappear between her legs.

When the expanding thrust bottomed out, when all her tightness enveloped that hard length… utter bliss. She needed it, was moaning and arching, grinding her sex against his pubic bone. The stretch was divine; the vibration from his purrs, the smell. When he began to pull out, she showed her teeth and snarled at a man many times her size. Shepherd seemed amused, and then snapped his hips, burying that massive cock to the hilt, knowing she would squeal.

Claire learned quickly that he liked her little spurts of temper, but it was Shepherd who dominated the exchange. He rutted with the vigor she needed, hard and fast, building up that furious pulse in her core. When she began to roll her hips, eyes closed and lost in the insatiable need to mate, he took her by the scruff of the neck and barked at her to open, to look at the male fucking her, to recognize his prowess.

Those harshly snarled words sent her over the edge. Perfect fulfillment exploded. Claire felt every single muscle in her pussy jump to life, saw his eyes grow vicious and feral, felt his knot expand as he ground in, hooking behind her pelvic bone, locking them as deep as he could go. Jerking under the intensity of the orgasm, she felt that first hot gush of semen, heard him roar like a beast while she screamed. Shepherd came again, more of that copious fluid, her body’s need finally met, and with his third liquid surge she blacked out.

It could not have been long before she woke, as his knot was still binding their bodies together. He lay below her, her body sprawled on top, Claire’s ear to his heart. The serenity from the mating was fading and the impulse to fuck was back again. The urge, the only thing that defined her at that moment, grew beyond her when her tongue darted out to lick the salt of sweat from his chest, to entice the tattooed male to begin again.

The instant the knot began to diminish she registered the loss of precious fluid, felt his seed leaking out of her, and whined. As if knowing her thoughts, Shepherd dragged his fingers in the little river and brought his ejaculate to her mouth. The smell alone drove her wild, the taste a thousand times more.

“They would have broken an Omega so small.” Shepherd watched, fascinated, as she greedily sucked his fingers, explaining quietly as if educating a female who should have known better. “Not shown restraint at a scent so overpowering.”

She didn’t want him to talk; she wanted him to fuck her again. A large hand came to her hair, rubbing at the scalp of the female, soothing her with pets and purrs while the knot slowly abated so he could thrust against her jerking hips.

The second mating was much less frantic, far more fulfilling, and when he had filled her again, Claire began to lose the edge that was making her so ferocious. It was his hands, maybe, lifting and lowering her at the tempo that made her cunt sing, or the look in his eyes, the unabashed lustful pleasure.

So that’s what it was like to mate an Alpha.

He seemed to know her thoughts, and by the crinkles at the corner of Shepherd’s eyes, she could tell he was amused with her. He cupped her face, tender and gentle, and she didn’t feel overpowered or forced… She felt mistakenly safe in the delirium.

It was not until a day later, when he took her from behind at the peak of estrous, his full weight on her back, that she sensed trouble. The high had not faded, the slow building fervor of her heat nowhere near breaking… but he roared, began to squeeze and bruise; to restrain her. Fighting the hold, writhing, Claire had a sobering fear the tyrant might bite her so savagely it would scar—that he intended to leave claiming marks.

Worst of all, instinctively, she wanted him to. Her estrous-high mind wanted to bond to the monster that had destroyed Thólos and made her life hell, simply because he was the one who was fucking her.

“And you will!” he growled in her ear.

She told him no, panting it over the sound of his skin slapping against the fleshy mounds of her ass. Sharp teeth came to her shoulder, Shepherd’s knot growing bulbous until the Alpha could no longer thrust and she could not squirm away. She screamed in pain and pleasure, sobbing as his teeth ripped into her skin, Shepherd growling long and low with her flesh torn from his bite.

She climaxed from the claiming, rhythmically squeezing, drawing the jets of fluid from his dick while he crooned at her and lapped up the blood.

Claire cried even as he purred and petted, wept from the hazy recognition of the total loss of control she’d so carefully cultivated in her life. When ten minutes later her body sent out signals it was time for Shepherd to fuck her again, he pulled her beneath him and was gentle, caressing the woman he’d stolen even though her tears fell throughout the whole coupling.

When it was over, when he had wrung out another explosion that chased away the urge of chemical madness, a calm descended on them both. Claire briefly slept against a man she did not know, pressing as close as she could, in the exact place the brute expected her to rest.

About the Author:

Addison L. Cain was born in sunny California, but found herself drawn to dwell in older, history-rich places. Japan, Ireland, Qatar, and now Washington DC, Addison is always on the move, always eager to immerse herself in new cultures and people. Her stories reflect the antiquities she loves: deep and sometimes very dark. Driven to push her characters beyond the pale, Addison’s books are not for the faint of heart.

An alumni of California State University Fullerton, she earned a degree in Japanese and spent years in Asia studying indigenous Japanese religion. Primeval forests and worn pathways have led to her obsession with gardening. Her Great Dane approves, loping around the yard and getting into mischief. Unfortunately the cat has to watch from a window, and because Addison is a total sucker for his sad golden eyes, he gets hours of belly rubs and too many treats.

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Promo: Craving His Command by Jenna Jacob

Synopsis

After being rescued from a monster posing as a Master, Mercy O’Connor—known as Symoné at Club Genesis—craves the chance to experience true surrender. The only problem is, she’s set her sights on sexy, commanding Sir Justice, who studies her with his dissecting, arousing stare…but never offers to show her his ropes. Worse, Mercy realizes she not only craves his dominance, she yearns for the notoriously aloof Dom’s affection.

If Kellan Graham let himself believe in love at first sight, Symoné would own his heart. After having his life ripped apart, he’s spent years inventing ways to resist simple lust, but each time this beautiful submissive turns her pleading eyes to him, she ignites a complicated conflagration of desire Kellan can’t fight. He keeps his distance…until it becomes clear he’s not the only Dominant who wants her. Determined to guard his soul, Kellan invites her to kneel for him. But once he does, he realizes that falling in love with Symoné is not only a threat to his well-ordered world, it’s inevitable.

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USA Today Bestselling Author Jenna Jacob’s erotic romance comes from the heart of submission. With over twenty years’ experience in the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle, Jenna strives to portray Dominance and submission with a passionate and comprehensive voice. Her stories will make you laugh, cry, and may leave you with a better understanding of the fulfillment found in the BDSM power exchange.

A married mom of four grown children, Jenna and her husband lives in Kansas. Her passions include her family, reading, camping, cooking, music, and riding Harleys. She loves to make people laugh with her outgoing and warped sense of humor. If you’re looking for hot romance with a kinky twist, pick up one of Jenna’s books.

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Promo: The Doctor’s Redemption by Victoria James

 

 

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Gwen Bailey has been busy taking care of everyone but herself. After a tragedy tore her family apart, she put her dreams aside to be with family. Now that her life is getting back on track, and her new Chocolaterie is open, she can concentrate on snagging the handsome, mysterious customer who has her dreaming about her own happily-ever-after…

 

Doctor Luke Thomson has spent the last five years filled with guilt. He hopes to make amends in Shadow Creek, however he doesn’t count on falling for the adorable and gorgeous Gwen Bailey. He vows to not get involved with her, but she’s too sweet to resist. It’s only a matter of time, though, before the truth comes out. Luke knows there’s no way Gwen will look at him the same way once she discovers his secret…

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Author Bio:

Victoria James is a romance writer living near Toronto. She is a mother to two young children, one very disorderly feline, and wife to her very own hero. Victoria attended Queen’s University and graduated with a degree in English Literature. She then earned a degree in Interior Design. After the birth of her first child she began pursuing her life-long passion of writing. Her dream of being a published romance author was realized by Entangled in 2012. Victoria is living her dream— staying home with her children and conjuring up happy endings for her characters. Victoria would love to hear from her readers! You can visit her at http://www.victoriajames.ca or Twitter @vicjames101 or send her an email at Victoria@victoriajames.ca.

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Promo: Unscripted by Samantha Long

Unscripted
by Samantha Long
Contemporary Romance

My name is Isla Chase. I’m finally living my dream
of working in Seattle as an assistant editor under one of the top names in the
business. Finally out from the watchful eyes of those waiting for me to end up
like my parents in the hick town where I grew up, I’m beyond ready to spread my
wings.

On my first major job, I meet Decker Stevens, who’s reality-show royalty. And for some reason, he’s set his sights on me. Considering his reputation, getting involved with Decker would only be setting myself up for heartbreak and the failure everyone’s expected of me all my life.
But I find my emotions growing stronger for Decker as I learn the real reasons that he’s moved himself out of the spotlight. No man should be as hot and as sinfully sweet as this one is.
Just as I’m close to giving in and opening myself up in a relationship with Decker, an unspeakable betrayal occurs, rocking both our worlds.
Can we hold onto each other through the madness that follows or will it destroy us?
I hesitated a second, then placed my hand in Decker’s. His palm was warm and
large, and his fingers curled around mine. A frisson of awareness shot through
me. As he pulled me toward the private staircase, I could feel a number of
gazes on our backs. Everyone at the table had to wonder why he’d asked to show
me something. Hell, I wondered.
He proceeded to guide me down the stairs. I took the time to stare at the cut of
his suit and broad shoulders as a whiff of his cologne hit me. There was
something about that scent. He hadn’t let go of my hand, but I wasn’t sure if
it was because he was making sure I didn’t tumble down the stairs or if it was
because he wanted to hold it. Either way, we were supposed to be friends. This
muddied the water a bit.
Before we entered the kitchen, Decker took a right. I tried to stop, but he glanced
over his shoulder, face impatient, and I allowed him to drag me to a different
area. He opened a door, pulled me in, and shut it behind us.
We stood in his office. I could tell by the picture of his mom and sister on the
desk, by the scent of his cologne in the air, by the plaques on the wall
bearing his name. I was confused as to why he would bring me in here.
He finally let go of my hand, and I felt a little lost as I stood near the door.
He ran a hand through his hair, mussing up his slick look. “Are you and
Adam dating?”
I blinked, surprise rippling through me. “No, and even if we were, what
would it matter? You and I are just friends.”
Decker’s lips twisted and his hands fell to his sides. “Are we? You’ve been stiff
around me this evening.”
“I haven’t. There’s just been a lot going on.”
He stepped closer. My pulse picked up. “The entire time I greeted people, all
I could think about was you. That you were up on the balcony, next to some guy,
and he was getting to talk to you. I wanted to be up there.”
My mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out.
When he stepped closer again, I moved toward the door. My back hit it, the cold
seeping through my dress.
“I’m not normally a jealous person. I don’t usually care if a girl is talking to
some guy. But I care when you do and I don’t understand it.” His tortured
gaze held mine.
“I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Are you planning on dating him?”
“Maybe.”
I placed my palms against the door, bracing for something but I wasn’t sure
what.
“No.”
“No?”
My brows rose. “I can date anyone I want to—”
His lips claimed mine, effectively silencing me.
Somehow I’d been waiting on this without knowing it.
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from Alabama, Samantha Long has been writing since the first grade. Samantha’s
first story consisted of a one-paged fantasy biopic entitled, “If I Was An
Indian”. Samantha’s racy writing tastes were evident at a young age, with
the plot consisting of a warrior husband, elite living quarters, and an affair
with the Chief. When she’s not writing, doing laundry, or changing diapers, you
can find Samantha in front of her DVR catching up on episodes of Supernatural and
Castle or enjoying sweet tea with a movie or good book. Samantha’s writings are
inspired by the works of Nora Roberts, Lauren Kate, Kresley Cole, and Gena
Showalter, to name a few.

Promo: Kennedy Ryan’s “Bruise,” an original piece written for her latest release Grip

Bruise

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Am I all of your fears, wrapped in black skin?”

The cursor flashed a warning at the end of the line I’d just typed. Read on its own, the words seared the page, an incendiary challenge. A jagged line in the sand that could shove half my readers to one side, and half to the other. I needed to be careful. I wanted to be fearless. I had to be honest.

The hero of Grip, my latest release, Marlon James (Grip to his fans), is a rising hip-hop star, but he’s more than that. He’s a lyricist and a poet. He’s a black man, concerned about black men vulnerable to cops who should be protecting them. He admires officers who run toward danger when most of us run away.

He wonders what he can do to bridge the gap between the two.

I took several risks writing Grip, confronting, in the context of a love story, prejudices that are often blatant, but sometimes remain hidden even from ourselves. No issue weighed heavier on my mind than that of black v. blue. In the story, Grip gets stopped DWB. Driving While Black, for those unfamiliar. Probably somewhere else in mainstream romance, readers have sat behind the wheel in a black hero’s perspective, glanced in the rearview mirror, seen those blue lights flashing, and wrestled with the fear, frustration and anger born from years of being stopped for no reason…but I haven’t read it. And as I wrote it, I remembered my own husband’s accounts of being stopped most of his life; of him and his friends lying on their stomachs on the ground while their cars were searched. I recalled the first-hand accounts I’d read of black and Hispanic men, even in the last few months in LA, Grip’s hometown, stopped and searched so much more than their counterparts. But I also thought of my friend’s husband, a good cop, a good man who faced down fear every day to protect people like me. Of her anxiety when tragedy strikes, when travesties happen. Incidents that I watch on television from the safety of my couch while her husband wades knee-deep into danger.

I wanted to tell both sides of this story. I didn’t want to debate or persuade. I wanted readers to listen; to hear the other perspective. To consider. To understand. To empathize. These are the building blocks of resolution. Our country is more divided than we’ve been in a long time, and many of those divisions still, sadly still, fall along the lines of race. I don’t know how we resolve anything in this current climate. I don’t think we do unless we exchange perspectives; manage to communicate with one another in lower decibels, in reasonable thoughts, in something besides shouty caps on Facebook and Twitter.

In Flow, the prequel to Grip, Bristol, the heroine says, “...before we say our words, they’re ammunition. After we’ve said them, they’re smoking bullets. There seems to be no middle ground and too little common ground for dialogue to be productive. We just tiptoe around things, afraid we’ll offend or look ignorant, be misunderstood. Honesty is a risk few are willing to take.”

And yet it requires honesty, and giving each other grace to speak with candor and respect, even if sometimes ineloquently. It requires that we step into the other’s shoes. Usually, we are not all right or all wrong. We are more nuanced than that; the issues more complex than black and white.

Or in this case, black and blue.

This story models that, I hope. In my small corner of the world, with the only tools at my disposal, my pen and my voice, I hope I demonstrated that. I hope someone on one side of that jagged line in the sand understood the person across from them a little better after reading GRIP. This wasn’t about my personal outrage; my indignation as I watched black men gunned down this summer during traffic stops. It wasn’t about my horrified grief as I watched cops in Dallas ambushed, killed. It wasn’t just about either, and it was completely about both. One of my favorite communicators says sometimes we choose between making a point and making a difference. I really hope, in some small way, the words to “Bruise,” the original piece I co-wrote with a spoken word artist for this book, volley right past just making a point, and manage to make a small difference, even if the only difference is that one person chooses to listen and tries to understand. There are so many other things I could say; so many statistics I could cite to sway you to one side or the other. But instead, I’ll let “Bruise” speak for itself.

And for those on both sides of that jagged line in the sand.

For more on the role of race in Grip, check out Mara White’s piece in The Huffington Post. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/58b96fd5e4b0fa65b844b200

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“BRUISE”

Copyright (c) Kennedy Ryan, 2017

Am I all of your fears, wrapped in black skin,

Driving something foreign, windows with black tint

Handcuffed on the side of the road, second home for black men

Like we don’t have a home that we trying to get back to when

PoPo pulls me over with no infractions,

Under the speed limit, seat belt even fastened,

Turned on Rosecrans when two cruisers collapsed in

Barking orders, yeah, this that Cali harassment

Guns drawn, neighbors looking from front lawns and windows

I know cops got it hard, don’t wanna make a wife a widow

But they act like I ain’t paying taxes, like your boy ain’t a citizen

They think I’m riding filthy, like I’m guilty pleading innocence.

They say it’s ‘Protect & Serve’, but check my word

Sunny skies, ghetto birds overhead stress your nerves,

They say if you ain’t doin’ wrong, you got nothin’ to fear,

But the people sayin’ that, they can’t be livin’ here . . .

We all BRUISE,

It’s that black and blue

A dream deferred,

Nightmare come true

In another man’s shoes,

Walk a mile or two

Might learn a couple things

I’m no different than you!

You call for the good guys when you meet the bad men,

I’m wearing a blue shield and I still feel the reactions

When I patrol the block, I can sense dissatisfaction

There’s distrust, resentment in every interaction,

Whether the beat cop, lieutenant, sergeant or the captain

We roll our sleeves up and we dig our hands in

I joined the force in order to make a difference,

Swore to uphold the law, protect men, women and children,

These life and death situations, we make split-second decisions

All for low pay, budget cutbacks and restrictions

We’re ambushed in Dallas, now where’s all the chatter

Gunned down in Baton Rouge, don’t blue lives need to matter?

Not just a job—it’s a calling, a vocation,

My wife’s up late pacin’, for my safety—she’s praying,

And yet you call me racist? You wanna trap me with your phone?

I’m just a man with a badge trying my best to make it home.

We all BRUISE,

It’s that black and blue

A dream deferred,

Nightmare come true

In another man’s shoes,

Walk a mile or two

Might learn a couple things

I’m no different than you!

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“The story reads like a movie . . powerful and intoxicating … and sinfully sexy. GRIP has everything—dynamic characters, soulful plot, and a lesson at the end that will change the way you look at life. One of my favorite reads this year. Maybe ever. 5 massive, gripping stars from me!” Adriana Lock, USA Today Bestselling Author

 

About GRIP:

Resisting an irresistible force wears you down and turns you out.

I know.

I’ve been doing it for years.

I may not have a musical gift of my own, but I’ve got a nose for talent and an eye for the extraordinary.

And Marlon James – Grip to his fans – is nothing short of extraordinary.

Years ago, we strung together a few magical nights, but I keep those memories in a locked drawer and I’ve thrown away the key.

All that’s left is friendship and work.

He’s on the verge of unimaginable fame, all his dreams poised to come true.

I manage his career, but I can’t seem to manage my heart.

It’s wild, reckless, disobedient.

And it remembers all the things I want to forget.

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About FLOW:

In 8 years, Marlon James will be one of the brightest rising stars in the music industry.

Bristol Gray will be his tough, no-nonsense manager.

But when they first meet, she’s a college student finding her way in the world,

and he’s an artist determined to make his way in it.

From completely different worlds,

all the things that should separate them only draw them closer.

It’s a beautiful beginning, but where will the story end?

 

FLOW is the prequel chronicling the week of magical days and nights that will haunt Grip & Bristol for years to come.

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About the Author:

Kennedy loves to write about herself in third person. She loves Diet Coke…though she’s always trying to quit. She adores her husband…who she’ll never quit. She loves her son, who is the most special boy on the planet. And she’s devoted to supporting and serving families living with Autism.

And she writes love stories!

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