RELEASE DAY LAUNCH: What He Wants by L.P. Dover

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**What He Wants is the prequel novella to the novel, Trusting You (A Second Chances standalone) by New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover. Find out what happens in the very beginning when Melissa and Brett meet for the first time. That fateful night has never been told until now.**

One night, one desire . . . will it be enough?

Melissa Ashford vows to herself to enjoy her newfound freedom by living life to the fullest after leaving her cheating ex-husband behind. A night out on the town with her friends is just the beginning of her fun. The last thing she wants is to think about men … that is until her eyes land on the mysterious gentleman in the expensive gray suit, which matched the color of his seductively hypnotic gaze. Even as other women parade around in front of him, he watches her and only her. To him, she was the only one who existed … she was the only one he wanted

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lpdoverUSA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.

Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes, white water rafting, and you can’t forget the passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols.

Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written over nine novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it would have to be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.

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BOOK BLITZ: Hurricane Butterfly by MeChelle Vermeulen

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Twenty-year-old Sophie Blake, is trying her best to get her life back after a horrific dog attack ten months ago. However, this proves to be more difficult than she anticipated. With the help of her best friend Ben Slone, it seems as if she’s making progress, but the truth is that she can feel herself sinking deeper into a black hole…until a tall dark stranger comes knocking, looking for Ben.

Joshua Roxwell has been drowning his demons with Whiskey and woman in an attempt to deal with his guilt after the tragic death of his sister. When he finds an envelope addressed to Ben Slone, written by his sister before her death, he decides to track him down. Instead of resolving their differences, he meets the one girl who silences his demons…but redemption comes at a price.

This is a story of heartache, friendship and love, with a wicked twist…

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When we arrive, Matt gets out and talks to the police. The officer told him the bitch and the owner is inside the house. I watched as they walk to the shed to get the pups. Just then, from the corner of my eye something black bounces in the tall grass. It is one of the pups heading towards the road. I get out and pick him up when voices from all directions catch my attention.

My eyes sweep to the officer yelling with his hands up, and then I see it, the lactating female heading straight towards me. I hear Matt call out my name as I turn my back towards her and reach for the door, but it is too late. I have the yelping pup in my hands when she jumps me from behind.

I don’t remember much from that point on, except hearing two shots being fired at close range, then falling to the ground with the pup clenched to my chest. The first week in the hospital is hell. They keep me on my stomach to have better access to the wounds on my back and right shoulder. The pain is immense, and I am kept under sedation for the first few nights because of the nightmares of a big black dog with red eyes standing at the edge of my bed, fangs dripping with blood.

Ben and Alice visit a few times a day, and Matt comes around too, but it is clear that this wasn’t what he signed up for. I decide to break it off when I get out of the hospital, but he beats me to it. The day before I am due to be released he comes by with a mason jar of sweet tea, compliments of Jimmy, the barman at the pub where we used to hang out. He knew it was my favorite.

His eyes betray him the moment he sets foot inside my room. We are history. He carefully leans over and kisses me on the forehead, then sits down on the edge of the chair, fiddling with the pocket of his pants. We talk about work, school and then, he blurts it out. I wait for the ache, but there is nothing, instead I feel relieved that I am free.

I always thought that falling in love should feel like jumping from a cliff. A fall that scares you as much as it excites you, that leaves you breathless and wanting more. The impossible kind … that ruins you for everyone else.

This wasn’t it, and my chances of finding it have just become harder. I am not the same girl that I was before. Finding that special guy prepared to carry my load with me, would be one in a million, a fairytale come true, and just maybe, an impossible dream…

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MeChelleMeChelle Vermeulen is the author of the soon to be released new adult novel Hurricane Butterfly. She daydreams about ideas for her next book. Bakes treats that’s no good for the hips. She loves thunderstorms, rainy days, sweet tea and spending time with her wonderful hubby and two boys.

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BOOK BLITZ: Chancing On You by Melinda Ellen

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Chancing On You

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I had a plan.

It was a good one as far as plans go but like everything in my life, it went to shit.

My name’s Hope Andrews and I’m an orphan.

I’ve been trying to find my place in the world for the past seventeen years but it’s not that easy. Especially when I get homed with scum like my current foster carers who prefer to get high rather than giving a shit about me.

I thought I had my plan all figured out. Sing, earn some money and then high tail it out of there on my eighteenth birthday. Then he waltzed into my life and turned it upside down. I felt things I’d never felt before. He infuriated me, messed with me and yet my body reacted to his presence regardless. But like all things, there’s an ending.

I had a plan.

No relationships. Forget my past.

My name’s Jaxon Broad and my plan went to shit as soon as I laid eyes on her.

She reminded me of everything that I was trying to forget – a past that haunted me. Just when I thought she was the light to my darkness, it was all ripped away. Like all things, there’s an ending.

But with endings, there’s always a new beginning. They just had to discover it.

*Due to sexual content, graphic language and drug references this book is intended for readers 17+*

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Since that day I’ve been torn. A part of me wants to fall to my knees and beg her forgiveness and the other half congratulates me on doing a job well done. I wanted her to stay away and that’s exactly what she was trying to do. So why the hell did I keep arguing with myself?

Today was no exception, I strolled into English and slipped straight into my seat and kept my eyes peeled on the door. I knew exactly who I was looking for when my heart beat picked up and I fidgeted in excitement. Hope walked in, her hair for the first time was pulled back into a braid that fell over her left shoulder leaving her face uncovered and allowing her dark blue eyes to shine. She wore black jeans that hugged her swaying hips flawlessly and I couldn’t help imagining them wrapped around my waist. I glanced away quickly as she neared, not wanting to be caught out but I let my leg fall to the side so she had no choice but to brush up against me as she slid into her desk.

The thin material of her shirt skimmed my arm and the friction from her denim clad leg caused me to break out in goose bumps that I quickly tried to cover up. I was torturing myself.

“Hey.” I murmured over to her. She didn’t reply as usual and I mentally kicked myself. This girl was driving me crazy. I just wanted to hear her voice. “Are you going to Rebecca’s party this weekend?” I swear I saw an eye roll when it occurred to me how stupid that question was. Of course she wasn’t. She was on pretty much everyone’s blacklist which I still didn’t understand.

I tapped my fingers on my desk when I thought of only one other thing that’d get a rise out of her. “You know you’re being pretty childish, ignoring me.” I taunted. I hid a victory smile as she turned to face me, her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared. Oh yeh she was pissed.

“Me, the childish one?” She seethed. “Wasn’t it you throwing out the childish remarks Tuesday?”

“Wasn’t it you having a little tantrum because I was sitting in your seat.” I air quoted for her benefit.

Hope looked at me like I was venomous. “You’re a dick.” I couldn’t help but smile back at her choice of words which only pissed her off more.

I liked this game.

“And you have a sharp tongue.”

“You don’t know anything about my tongue.” Hope hissed.

I let my eyes linger on her plump rosy lips long enough to make her squirm before I responded, “Not yet.” I had the pleasure of watching her cheeks burn red, something that seemed to happen quite frequently.

“You’ll never get to know the likes of my tongue – anywhere.” She emphasised as she glanced down at my crotch making my mind run wild as I imagined her on her knees as she wrapped her mouth around me, taking me full and suckling me hard. Damn, my dick got hard at the image and strained against my jeans.

“Besides you have Sasha and I’m sure she’s more than happy to share her STD’s with you.”

And there goes the hard on. “Don’t worry I used a condom, always do.” I scrutinized her as she looked at me in disbelief before she turned away and concentrated once again on her book. It seemed my admission that Sasha and I had sex bothered her and I couldn’t help but feel pleased.

“What no retort, princess?”

She huffed out a sigh but didn’t look at me. “What do you want me to say? Congratulations on banging one of the easiest chicks in the school. Bet that was a real milestone for you.”

“I sense sarcasm.” I leaned my head into my hand as I studied her closely. “I think you’re jealous.” Hope tensed, her body going rigid at my words. She was silent only a moment before she shifted her gaze to me.

“The fact that you’d think that, means you’re arrogant and I really don’t find cockiness attractive.”

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MelindaMelinda Ellen resides in Australia, living out her days by the beach. When she’s not reading, she’s writing, when really she should be working. It’s addictive. It’s a passion that has stemmed from her teenage years when she started off writing poetry and short stories. Now she’s taken a chance and released her debut novel Chancing On You, and hopefully many more to come.

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COVER REVEAL: The Hurricane by R.J. Prescott

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Emily McCarthy is living in fear of a dark and dangerous past. A gifted mathematician, she is little more than a hollow, broken shell, trying desperately to make ends meet long enough to finish her degree.

Through an unlikely friendship with the aging, cantankerous owner of an old boxing gym, Em is thrown into the path of the most dangerous man that she has ever met.

Cormac “the Hurricane” O’Connell is cut, tattooed and dangerous. He is a lethal weapon with no safety and everyone is waiting for the mis-fire. He’s never been knocked out before, but when he meet Em he falls, HARD. Unlike any other girl he’s ever met, she doesn’t want anything from him, but just being around her makes him want to be a better person.

They are polar opposites who were never meant to find each other, but some things are just worth the fight.

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RJ_AuthorPicI was born in Cardiff, South Wales although I left to study law at the University of Bristol, England. Four weeks before graduation I fell in love, and stayed. Ten years later I convinced my crazy, wonderful fire fighter husband to move back to Cardiff with me where we live with our two equally crazy sons. Juggling work, writing and family doesn’t leave a lot of time, but curling up on the sofa with a cup of tea and a bar of chocolate for family movie night is definitely the best part of my week. “The Hurricane” is my debut New Adult Novel.

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RELEASE DAY: When Ash Falls (London Fairy Tales #4) by Rachel Van Dyken

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#1 New York Times Bestselling Author Rachel Van Dyken returns to regency romance with the last and final installment in The London Fairy Tales series…A regency retelling of Snow White and The Seven Dwarves.

Ashton Wolfsbane, Earl of Gyles, has taken a vow of celibacy after blaming himself for his sister in laws death. After a failed suicide attempt, he’s dedicated his life to bring justice to the weak making it his personal vendetta to be the death dealer to the wicked, also known as The Grimm Reaper. He denies himself lusts of the flesh and is known throughout London because of his ability to kill effortlessly and without emotion, that is until he meets Princess Sofia, a woman hell bent on making him forget all his reasons for denying himself the one thing he’s always craved—love.

After rescuing the fair damsel, he thinks his job finished, that is until he discovers he’s to be the Princess’s escort throughout London until she’s safely married. It wouldn’t be such a hardship, except the Princess has made him an offer he can’t refuse. Show her passion, real passion.

Four weeks of giving into the desire he’s suppressed for so long–four weeks of bliss and then they’ll go their separate ways. But things aren’t always what they seem, and when rescuing a damsel, or making a deal with her, one must always be prepared for the consequences.

Seven Royal Guard, a Beast, a kingdom in chaos, and a girl as pure as the driven snow…Will they find their Happily Ever After?

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Ash didn’t want to remember her this way. Her beautiful face, so often lit with a breathtaking smile, was now cold and dead.

The first time he’d seen her, he had thought she was an angel, and he’d said that very thing under his breath when she had made her debut that season…

“Beautiful,” he murmured as Lucy took a turn about the room, gaining introductions to all the available gentlemen who came her way. Taking an earth-shattering breath, the kind that every man took when he was about to approach a beautiful woman, he made his way over to her.

Music faded into the background with each step. All Ash was aware of was the clicking of his boot against the floor as he progressed toward the beauty. One dance… if only she would give him one dance, he would secure her hand forever. He knew it in his heart, in his soul. She was meant to be his.

Heart beating out of his chest, he could barely contain his excitement as she lifted her eyes and met his gaze. Blue eyes twinkled in his direction, and then she lifted her hand in a wave. A wave? Something was wrong. Ash paused and then glanced self-consciously over his shoulder. There was no one but him, and then he gazed back at her. She crooked her finger, beckoning him forward.

Completely under her spell, he couldn’t deny her any more than he could cease from taking his next breath. Finally, he stood before her, at least a foot taller than she.

“Where have you been, you rogue?” She swatted him on the arm and gave him a coy laugh. “I have been looking everywhere for you!”

“For me?” Ash questioned. “Are you certain we have met?”

“Must you always joke at such serious times?” The girl laughed again, and he was caught at the sight of her dimples as they danced along her cheeks. Carefree. She appeared so carefree, so perfect, un-weighted by the things of this world, by the responsibility and darkness, by disappointment. He tilted his head and then reached out to touch her — perhaps she truly was a dream. And then a voice broke out into the pounding in his ears.

“Ah, sweetheart, you’ve met my brother.” Hunter stepped beside the girl and wrapped his arm around her.

Ash stepped back, his heart sinking down to his feet. She hadn’t been looking for him at all, but his older brother, his twin, the duke. It was such a sad joke, a sad existence really. Would he ever be first in anything?

Months had progressed into a year as he’d watched his brother and Lucy fall into such a deep love all he had been able to do was be happy for them and try to spend as much time away as possible. After all, it was not done to want your brother’s wife, to want to care for her and protect her. It was fate’s final, cruel trick to allow Ash to feel something for another and then have that person ripped away by his brother. Though he loved his brother more than his own life, it seemed Ash was always left with nothing while his brother was given everything.

His name fit.

For he was the ash after the fire of Hunter burned out.

He was nothing but soot, darkness, and sand. One day, his ashes would trickle away into the wind, never to be remembered and never mourned, but forgotten.

“Ash! Do you hear me! I love you! I love you!” Hunter yelled at his brother as he shook his shoulders, and then his eyes widened with desperation as slapped him across the face.

Ash stared at the blood staining his hands. He tried to wipe it off. Tried but failed as it continued to drip down his wrists into his jacket. “I’m so sorry,” he kept repeating over and over again, but it did not matter.

The carriage had come too fast. Lucy had thought Ash was Hunter and had run to him right into the street.

The fault was his.

He knew it, Hunter knew it, and Lucy, beautiful Lucy, his brother’s innocent wife was dead, and it was all because he had lied about who he was, tried to be better than just the second son.

He backed away, slowly at first, and then he ran.

His feet ached, his stomach heaved, and finally he stopped in the middle of the street, hoping, praying that someone or something would hit him. Death, it seemed, was his only option; it was his wish, his choice. For how could he live with himself after what he had done?

Hunter had loved Lucy, but so had Ash. She was his everything, his only relative other than Hunter, and although he had wanted her for himself, he had pushed those emotions so far beneath the surface of his heart that he hadn’t understood how far the love had run until now, until it was too late.

On legs like lead, he walked until he reached the tombstone of his parents. Both taken from him too soon. What would they think of him now? He was the disappointment in the family, the second son by minutes. And now he was a murderer.

Disgusted with himself, he sat down on the cold grass, leaned his head against the stone, and cursed. His brother — his only living relative — and he had ruined his life and ruined his parents’ memory in the process. All he had ever wanted as a boy was to please his father, yet all he’d received was disapproval. One time — just one time — he wanted to make someone proud, make himself proud.

But it was impossible.

He looked down at bloodstained hands.

His future stared right back at him.

Flee! He needed to flee, to get away. No, not just get away. He needed to die. A life for a life. So he set about doing exactly that. It was not fair that he was able to live, to survive, when the one woman who had done nothing but brought happiness to everyone she’d met, lay dead in the street.

“Lucy,” he whispered as salty tears ran down his cheeks and across his lips. “I’m so sorry… but I will see you soon. I will see you soon.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pistol. With shaking hands he lifted it to his chin and pulled the trigger.

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RachelAuthorheadshotRachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at www.rachelvandykenauthor.com

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BLOG TOUR: For Now (Rules of Love) by Chelsea M. Cameron

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Two people. A one-night stand. What could go wrong?

Javier Cruz definitely isn’t relationship material, but that suits Hazel Gellar just fine. She’s not a relationship girl and doesn’t plan on ever being one.
But after a mind-blowing, panty-ripping, bed-breaking night, she knows once isn’t going to be enough. Fortunately, Javi feels the same way. Soon, what started as just one night turns into a lot of nights, and Hazel doesn’t know what to do.

Will she and Javi make the choice to be together for longer than just right NOW?

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“I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot-pole,” I say, fixing him with my best withering stare.

He wiggles his eyebrows but I won’t let my focus be drawn to his eyes. They’re this dark brown color, with little bits of almost gold. Not that I’ve paid much attention to them or anything.

“I’ve got a pole for you, gorgeous. It’s not ten feet but…” I make a disgusted sound, but honestly? The thought of Javier’s “pole” gets me all hot and bothered.

The guy is seriously jacked. Plus, his arms are covered in dark sexy tats. I really have to stop looking at his arms.

“You’re disgusting,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “And I’m busy. Go find someone else to annoy with your presence.”

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5752359Chelsea M. Cameron is a YA/NA New York Times/USA Today Best Selling author from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world’s worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car and tweeting (this one time, she was tweeted by Neil Gaiman). She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.

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RELEASE DAY: A Beautiful Star (Beautiful #5) by Lilliana Anderson

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When Jonathan decided to help Lisa, he was trying to atone in some way for his past sins. He certainly wasn’t expecting to be pulled into a night full of hiding out from the press with a journalist called Sandra Haegen, and almost being choked to death by a rockstar in love with his ex.

When Sandra decided to help Lisa by feeding Perry, she was just trying to be a good person. She also wasn’t expecting to spend the night hiding from the press. Even more so, she wasn’t expecting to spend the night with one of Australia’s hottest young actors, Jonathan Masters. She also wasn’t expecting to save his life.

And that’s just the beginning.

From there, these two must find a way live with the past and look to the future – no matter what the personal cost.

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Come outside, Red. Your chariot awaits.

The text pops up on my phone the next morning.

Me: I’m not even ready. I’ll catch the train.

Jonathan: I’ll wait.

Getting out of bed, I tell myself to take my time, to make him wait because it’s kind of stalkerish that he’s here anyway. Maybe if I take too long, he’ll leave…

He doesn’t. And trying to get ready slow doesn’t work either. I’m ready and out the door a good ten minutes before I usually am.

“Are you watching my house?” I ask, leaning through the window of his white Mercedes sedan to talk to him.

“There’s a possibility that I hired security to keep an eye on your house while you were gone. And it’s likely that said security saw your car in the driveway and let me know about it.”

“So you’re paying someone else to stalk me? That’s just lazy.”

He shrugs. “I’ve got too much money for my own good.”  Flashing me that million-dollar smile of his, he leans across the car and pushes the door open for me. “Get in. I’m driving you to work.”

“Don’t you have a job of your own to do or something?” I ask, as I slide into the plush leather seat and buckle myself in.

“I’m in between roles right now,” he explains as he does a U-turn in front of my house and aims his car toward the city. “So, really, I’m all yours.”

“That’s very comforting,” I deadpan.

“Isn’t it?” he grins, teasing me and loving every moment of it.

“You know, being woken up to a text from you is becoming quite a common occurrence.” I say after a while.

“What can I say? I think about you a lot, and when I think about you, I want to talk to you. But, I settle for texting because I don’t want to be a huge pain in your arse.” He explains.

“You are a huge pain in my arse,” I state flipping down the sun visor to check my appearance in the tiny mirror.

“Well, just imagine what a pain it would be if I called you every time I thought about you instead holding back and only texting when I really have to. So really, I’m doing you a favour here.”

I run my fingers under my eyes making sure my make-up is blended properly as I smile at his answer.

“You look fine. Relax,” he says, glancing at me quickly.

“I am relaxed,” I counter. “I was just checking I got my make-up on properly because someone rushed me this morning.”

He glances at me again. “I would have waited for you all day if I had to,” he states letting a beat of time pass before changing the subject. “So, what was really in that box?”

“Ah, now I get why you showed up this morning.”

“What? Friends are allowed to be interested in the things other friends get off their boyfriends.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. We’re just seeing each other. And you and I don’t quite fit in the friend category yet.”

“Really? Well, this is awkward…” He pulls down his bottom lip in this crooked way that makes me laugh at his silliness.

“You’re incorrigible. But if you must know, the box contained a cupcake.”

“A cupcake,” he repeats. “And did you like the cupcake?”

“I did,” I state.

“So that’s what the girls go for these days, cupcakes?”

“Well, it worked well for me.”

“Cupcakes and not flowers?”

“Flowers work too.”

“Just not when they’re from me?”

“Well, it is a little odd getting flowers from your friends when you aren’t sick, and it isn’t your birthday.”

“I thought we weren’t friends.”

“I don’t know what we are, Jonathan. Let’s not try too hard, or put a label on it. I’m obviously not going to get rid of you. So, let’s just… be two people, hanging out, ignoring all the shit of the world without pushing for some kind of relationship–friendship or otherwise. Do you think you can do that?” I ask, as he turns the corner and double parks to let me out in front of my work.

“Yeah, I can do that,” he says as I open the door to quickly get out so he doesn’t get a parking ticket. “I’ll see you at lunch.”

A driver hits the horn behind us, and I hold up one finger to say we won’t be long as I lean back in. “What?”

“I’ll be in the city all day. So I’ll meet you for lunch. It’s what friends do, Red. Get used to it.” He reaches across the car and gives me a wink as he pulls the door shut and takes off, leaving me a little dumbfounded as I step back from street to let the traffic go past.

The man from the car behind flips me off and yells at me to get off the fucking road. It snaps me out of the weirdness that Jonathan seems to evoke and I return the sentiment before heading into my office building to start work and try to ignore the clock as time creeps toward lunch.

 

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Lilliana Anderson picBestselling Author of the Drawn Series, the Beautiful Series, and the Confidante Trilogy, Lilliana has always loved to read and write, considering it the best form of escapism that the world has to offer.

Australian born and bred, she writes New Adult Romance revolving around her authentically Aussie characters as well as a biographical trilogy based on an ex-Sydney sex worker, named Angelien.

Lilliana feels that the world should see Australia for more than just it’s outback and tries to show characters in more of a city setting.

When she isn’t writing, she wears the hat of ‘wife and mother’ to her husband and four children.

Before Lilliana turned to writing, she worked in a variety of industries and studied humanities and communications before transferring to commerce/law at university.

Originally from Sydney’s Western suburbs, she currently lives a fairly quiet life in suburban Melbourne.

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