Defector by Denyse Bridger

Genre: Thriller
Andrew Dahle is a career spook, with no messy emotional ties to complicate his life. He’s worked with the best, and despite himself, he’s about to discover that he’s got friends he really didn’t know he wanted.

A straight-forward operation to grab a defector before he can leave the country with a top secret project goes wildly awry, and forces Andrew to choose between saving the life of a colleague’s son or nailing his target. To his great surprise, he saves the young man’s life, and wakes up in a hospital.

Grateful, Richard MacAvoy, a retired agent with his own elite contacts and players, steps in when Dahle is injured saving his son. Desperate to complete his mission, Andrew reluctantly accepts the help MacAvoy offers, and in the process just might learn that alone isn’t always the best way to work, and friends might be worth the vulnerability he’s always shunned.

Andrew felt the shadows releasing him, the sensation an abrupt, disturbing awareness that he knew he shouldn’t be experiencing. He trusted the instinctive alertness, though, and waited for the sound to give him a clear indication of where the danger was coming from. It only took a few minutes to locate the source, and Dahle’s eyes flew open just as the needle was being inserted into the I.V. tube that ran into his arm.

Andrew pulled the intravenous out as he forced his body into motion that it clearly objected to. The man hovering over his bed jumped back, his surprise giving Dahle his only chance to make a useful move.

Andrew threw himself off the bed and into the man next to it, taking them both down to the floor with a solid thud. He recovered quickly and landed a jarring blow to the man’s jaw. In the few seconds it took for the attacker to shake himself free of the pain, Dahle located the gun inside the other man’s coat. He pulled it free of the holster and pressed the barrel snugly between the man’s terrified eyes.

“Who sent you?” he demanded, the words little more than a rasp. He could feel the pulses of pain building with each breath, and he knew he’d probably torn apart whatever stitching the doctors had done earlier.

Dahle saw the refusal to answer before his assailant tried to offer him a response. He shifted his hold on the gun, then brought it down against the side of the man’s head, the action little more than a blur of smooth, practiced motion.

Andrew staggered to his feet and glanced around the room, suddenly expecting menace from every angle. He went to the locker and yanked his bloodstained clothes from the hangers. He dressed quickly, the gun within easy reach as he kept one eye on the door, then he slipped into position and waited. Instinct and experience told him there’d be more than one man sent for this kind of job. This one would have needed a lookout to warn him of possible interruptions by hospital staff.

He didn’t have to wait long for confirmation of his assessment. The door inched inward and Andrew banged the heavy metal panel back on the intruder, causing him to stumble. With a swiftness that stirred to life all the pain that he’d been fighting, Andrew reached for the wobbling figure and hauled him into the room. As the door swung shut on virtually silent hinges, Dahle slammed his captive against the wall and glared into the dazed features of the startled man.

He recovered a little more quickly than his partner and before Andrew could prevent it, he was struck soundly in the stomach. Gasping, Dahle almost passed out completely when the man’s fist came down hard on his injured shoulder, and he lost his grip on the gun he had been holding. He wheeled back and barely managed to dodge another punch aimed at his vulnerable shoulder. He spun on his heel, used the momentum, and landed a surprisingly solid kick to the second attacker’s midsection. He went down on his knees in front of Andrew and Dahle grabbed a handful of hair, then yanked back with all his strength. He heard the distinct crack of bones, then released the man to fall into a lifeless heap at his feet.

Glancing around him, Andrew knew the room would be crawling with people before too much longer. He needed to get out of the hospital, and quickly. Picking up the weapon he’d dropped minutes earlier, he ducked his head around the door. When he saw no one coming in the direction of his room, he slipped into the corridor and headed for the elevator.

He didn’t get to the end of the hall before he heard the sounds of commotion behind him. The bodies in his room must have been discovered a little more quickly than he was anticipating. He looked automatically toward the elevator and realized he wasn’t going to reach it, or the stairs, without being spotted. His entire body was alive with pain and he could feel the knots in his stomach twisting tighter as he fought down the agony-induced nausea. He stumbled into a wall as another wash of dizziness blurred his vision and threw off his balance. With an effort of sheer determination, Andrew reached for the door knob and almost fell into the room...

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Canadian born and bred, and a lifelong dreamer, I began writing at an early age and can’t recall a time when I wasn’t creating in some artistic form. My life has had several on-going love affairs that shape much of what I write, the American West, Victorian England, cowboys, a passion for pirates, Greek Gods, and Ancient Egypt. The other endless love affairs in my life are Italia and all its magic, beauty, and dazzling culture, and a passion for Romania. Those loves spill into all aspects of my life.

In the past half dozen years, I’ve signed with over a dozen publishers, and have released books in all lengths and genres, and it’s something I hope to continue to do for many more years. A visit to my website will show the diversity of what is currently available, and the mixing of genres and styles that will be employed in many up-coming projects as well.

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Chara’s Song by Calida Ally

Genre: Romance


 Journalist, Chara Bennett leads an ordinary life until one night she agrees to meet with Latin sexy singing sensation, Feliciano Guerrero. They are papped outside his hotel by photographers who appear to know Chara. Feliciano is convinced she set him up in order to gain fame and fortune from cashing in on a kiss and tell story.

Three years after Feliciano publicly humiliates her she finds herself being catapulted into his world again against her will. Chara is forced to stay with him in his villa and despite both of their resolve to stay out of each other’s way, the explosive sexual chemistry which sparks between them, keeps drawing them together like a powerful magnet…

“What the hell!” He rasped dumping her suitcase onto the tiled floor and stepping further into the room. Characouldn’t move. “How the hell did you get in here?” He thundered coming to stand in front of her, towering over her slight frame.

“I… I should be asking you the same question!” She stammered backing up against the bed post, horror shooting down her spine.

“This is my mother’s house, I have every right to be here, where as you…”

“Your… your mother?” She whispered aghast.

“Yes, now answer my question, what the hell are you doing here?” He was merely inches away, his eyes boring into her like lasers. Sexual awareness glinted in his eyes briefly before they became shuttered.

“I was invited by your mother to write her autobiography.”

“Her autobiography? How did you manage to manipulate that?” He demanded icily.

“I didn’t manipulate anything! It was your mother’s idea! If I had known for one minute she had any connection with you, I would have turned down the job!” She flung at him, standing her ground.

“I find that hard to believe, a mercenary…”

“Don’t you dare call me that again!” She hissed, clenching her fists tightly.

He raised a dark eyebrow. “Again?”

“I remember what you said in the article…”

“So you read the article did you? Did the truth sting?” He said with an icy bite to his tone.

“The truth Mr Guerrero is that I wouldn’t have anything to do with you even if you were the last man on earth!” She threw at him furiously.

“Good because you are leaving as of now!” He said taking her by the arm and practically dragging her out of the room.

“Let go of me!” She hissed trying to free herself from his steely grasp.

“Feliciano!” Lucia stood in the doorway. “What are you doing?” She asked sharply.

“Showing Miss Bennett the door.” He looked murderous but spoke with an icy calm.

“Chara is a guest in my house.” Lucia said.

After a pause he thrust her from him. “I can’t believe you allowed a viper like Miss Bennett…”

“Enough! Feliciano, leave us alone for a minute please.” She ordered.

Feliciano walked over to Lucia. “I’d like a word with you mother when you’ve done.” He said through gritted teeth before striding away.

“I’m sorry, I apologize for my sons behavior towards you. Feliciano can be very hot tempered at times, it’s probably the Latin blood in him I think. I couldn’t find Paco so when Feliciano turned up I asked him to bring your case up to you.” Lucia said coming into the room and closing the door.

“Do you know about me and…” Chara asked in a barely audible whisper.



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 Hi, I'm Calida Ally an author and lover of anything romantic. I have been writing for as long as I can remember. I can vividly recall even as a youngster, feeling the thrill and the sheer joy of staging my own creative works with siblings!

At the age of twelve, the first grown up book I read was a novel by Nora Roberts. I remember hiding in my sisters room and not putting that book down until I'd finished it. From that moment I knew I wanted to be a real writer. I wanted to create characters and stories whom readers not only fell in love with but cared about too.

I have been writing proffessionally from the age of sixteen. Some of my works were published by our local library in a bid to get local authors noticed.

The career choice which I followed was journalism and had to put writing aside for a while but not for long. No career gave me the satisfaction, enjoyment or the thrill which I got from writing. So I picked up my pen and began to write again.

Although I have written screenplays and dabbled in writing sit-coms, I have found that my true passion lies in writing romantic novels. There are days when I can't wait to get up and start writing! I love the buzz of accompanying my charaters on whatever journey they take me on. If my characters move me emotionally then I am happy with what I'm writing but if they don't, then I will tweak whatever I have to until I am affected by them emotionally.

After trying for several years to get published I got my first break from a wonderful publishing company called Crimson Frost Books. Thanks to them, I can now say my debut novel is called, Chara's Song.

I will always be grateful to them for believing in me and my writing but most of all for making my dream come true.

I am a firm believer in going after your dream until you realise it. Even when at times your goal seems so out of reach, never give up.

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Dancing for Dollars by Candy Caine

Genre: New Adult Romance

 Bree Washington, a young African-American woman, has always wanted to become a doctor. When her father loses his job, she is forced to find other means to raise money to continue her schooling. Loving to dance and doing it well, she becomes an exotic dancer. Bree figures her dancing days will be history after she gets her medical degree.

Though being a doctor gives her a sense of fulfillment, Bree fears life is passing her by. Alone without any family of her own, more than anything, she wants to marry and have children. Fate intervenes when she saves the life of a child who had been in a horrific auto accident. She falls in love with the child's father, Richard Whitman, the DA for Harris County, Texas. Bree's future looks rosy until Richard Whitman decides to run for governor and her past collides with her future.

A loud rustling in the leaves of the old oak tree by my window woke me. Spring had come early this year to Texas, leaving record-breaking heat in its wake. I’d left the window open to try to cool off my room in order to help me sleep better.Probably a wind picking up or a critter, I thought, providing myself an excuse not to have to get out of bed and investigate. I closed my eyes and began to slip off into dreamland once more.

Suddenly I felt a large, calloused hot hand cover my mouth so I couldn’t scream out. Its mate was already exploring my scantily clad body, roughly squeezing my breasts. He took his hand from my mouth and whispered hoarsely, “Don’t make a sound.”

My heart nearly jumped into my throat. “Clint, what are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t wait until I saw you tomorrow night. Here, touch me. I’m as hard as that tree I just climbed.”

I reached down to feel the enormous bulge that threatened to rip through the denim of his jeans. Mercifully, I unzipped Clint’s jeans, freeing his hot, swollen member as if I were freeing a genie from a bottle. And I only had one wish in mind for it to perform.

Sleep was now the furthest thing on my mind as Clint’s lips covered mine. It was a rough, demanding kiss, the kind that always drove me wild and left me wanting more. His cock prodded my hip as my heartbeat quickened in anticipation. I felt his hand slip under the flimsy oversized tee shirt I was wearing and capture one of my breasts, rubbing its nipple into a firm raisin. I stifled a moan.

As his lips left my own to make their way down my neck, his other hand covered my wet pussy. I was ready for him. He walked his fingers through my forest of tightly curled hair before finally inserting two of them. I closed my snatch around them and rubbed my clit up and down, sending tiny explosions throughout my body.

He removed his fingers and licked them dry before slipping on a condom. I could not keep my body still as I waited. It was times like this one I’d wished I was on the Pill already. Those few moments felt like an eternity before he slipped inside me, filling me completely. Together we began to move in our rehearsed dance of love, the tempo increasing as our orgasms approached. Ever since Clint introduced me to this unbelievable joy and turned me into a woman—his woman—I never truly knew what love was all about.

I hoped the movement of my bedsprings didn’t wake my father. Most likely he wasn’t even in his room and could be found zonked out in the den. The thought of what would happen if he found us fucking was something I couldn’t bear. Luckily it didn’t take us long before we both came. I couldn’t wait until we were married and didn’t have to sneak around like this. We’d be able to sleep together and wake in each other’s arms.

“You’d better go,” I urged him, fearful our luck would run out. Clint pulled out of me slowly and rolled off the condom. I watched him pull his clothes on that hard, lean body of his, making me hot again. I was getting excited all over again. He leaned over and kissed my breast. Then he kissed my mouth.

“See you tomorrow night,” he whispered.

“Be careful,” I said, walking over to the window with him.

“I love you, Bree Washburn.”

“I love you, too, Clint Anderson. Now get,” I said slapping his ass and kissing him one more time before he went out the window.

He wrapped his arm around a tree limb and waved as he began to descend.

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With nearly 200 short stories, numerous anthologies and shortly, 11 novels in print, whether she’s writing spicy hot erotica as Candy Caine or less edgy contemporary romance as her alter ego, Candace Gold, she keeps her husband, Robert, on his toes in their Long Island, NY home. Supportive with her writing career, he’s always willing to help her add authenticity to the scenes in her stories. After all, technique is so important for good writing. When asked why she began to write, Candy says: “I’ve always loved books and my biggest thrill is to bring the joy of reading to others. That’s what writing is all about.”



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Overgrowth by Mac Rome

Genre: Sci-Fi

Andrea Carlin made herself into the superheroine Overgrow in an effort to save the man she loved. She failed. Taking her first steps to love again, she begins dating the handsome Lee. But is she so strong now she must become weak to keep his love?

 “You!” Magmar screeched, pointing a smoldering finger at Overgrow. “It’s your fault I’m here! I’m taking you down, and I’m taking him with me!”

Andrea wasn’t surprised to see who Magmar meant by “him.” It was assistant public defender Lee Seneca, the most junior public defender, which made him the one who consistently drew the cases of supervillains. Magmar had wrapped one steaming arm around Seneca’s neck. Andrea could see what looked like elongated metal handcuffs on her wrists, but with molten metal in the area nearest her hands, and the chains between the shackles melted. She recognized them as the remains of one part of a set of power inhibitor bonds on the wrist of the arm holding Seneca. Normally, the inhibitor bonds would have covered the wearer’s hands. Andrea had designed the inhibitor technology police now used to restrain supervillains like Magmar. The bonds were supposed to safely redirect energy powers from their intended target. How Magmar had been able to power up and melt the bonds, Andrea didn’t know. At the moment, it didn’t matter.

Magmar pointed her free hand to the ground. The earth shook. A spike of rock extended up to the height of the window where she was. She dove out, dragging Seneca with her.

The strain of what Magmar was doing showed on Seneca’s face. Andrea could see his skin getting redder. She knew it could be from either being dragged by the neck or how hot Magmar’s body temperature was becoming.

Dropping to her knees, Andrea grew to 120 feet tall. That gave her the reach she needed to swing her right arm hard enough to cause the projecting rock to vibrate. Magmar lost her balance as well as her grip on Seneca, who plummeted off the side of the ziggurat of stone.

Andrea somersaulted, shrinking as she did. Dropping to 50 feet tall, she sat under the plunging Seneca, who fell into the Overgrow costume’s plunging neckline.

Andrea smiled as she looked down into her cleavage. “You all right, Mr. Seneca?’

After Seneca glanced around, he smiled up at Overgrow. “Never better!”

The superheroine was already looking up at Magmar. The villainess was glowing red-hot, positioning her arms to fire some sort of blast at Overgrow.

Confident, Andrea simply raised her arm as Magmar’s lava blast sprayed out at her. As Andrea expected, it had no effect on her. Using her massive hand to surround the villainess, she stood up awkwardly. Andrea held Magmar up as high as she could, minimizing her contact with the source of her power.

“Amazing! How can you stand up to her lava blasts like that?”

Andrea smiled down at Seneca. “I’ll explain it sometime.” She wrapped her other hand around the one holding Magmar. “I’m afraid I have both hands full with this handful, Mr. Seneca. I’ll need to leave you where you are for a while. Is that OK?”

Seneca grinned goofily. “Absolutely!” Andrea thought he was trying a little too hard to sound calm.

It was only about six minutes before police arrived with an inhibitor cage to contain Magmar. Andrea tossed her into the cage through its open top.

Andrea slid a finger between her boobs and beneath Seneca, gently lifting him out. “Thank you for being a gentleman in there.”

Seneca shrugged. “I didn’t want to wind up facing some sort of criminal charge for what I did in there, but it was certainly the biggest temptation I’ve ever faced!”

Andrea chuckled lightly. She looked around the area. She pointed to a rooftop immediately to the north of the building housing the public defender office. “Can I talk to you up there for a moment?”

“Sure.” Seneca looked confused.

Andrea shot up to 500 feet, placed a foot over the building, then shrank to Overgrow’s usual height of six-foot-four. As she reduced, she placed Seneca near her on the roof.

Seneca straightened his clothing, standing his full six-foot-two. “So, what’s up?”

Andrea stood in front of him, looking awkward. She flipped her hair back over her ear. “Are you free tonight?”

Seneca blinked his eyes three times. “Yeah. I mean, yes, I am.”

Andrea reached into a hidden pocket in the Overgrow costume’s cape. She handed its contents to Seneca. “Come to this address tonight at 6:30. If you want to, that is.”

Seneca looked at her, his eyes wide. “Overgrow, are you asking me out on a date?”

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Mac Rome is a lifelong resident of the Great Lakes region of the United States. He’s experienced life in the Appalachian foothills, along the Ohio river and in the flatlands of the former Great Black Swamp, and in large cities, small towns and rural areas. He’s a student of ancient lore and mythology and a lover of cultural exploration, history and dialects. He writes fantasy, science fiction and romance.

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Written Reckoning by A.L. Parker

Genre: Mystery 


 Twenty years ago, a mysterious infection gripped the entire world, turning ordinary people into vicious cannibals. Until now, the pain, anguish, fears and losses suffered have been kept concealed by those too broken to relive their terrible ordeal.

While trying to escape his home of Pittsburgh, which had succumbed to the infection, young writer, Matt Everett, documented his harrowing struggle to keep both himself and his friends alive, while traveling across the country in search of safety and answers.

He did all of this to both preserve his sanity and describe the awful truth about a time when humanity was almost wiped out, for any future generations that may somehow exist.

This is that story. This is the truth. This is the world’s ‘Written Reckoning’.

 I hit the top of the truck twice with my hand. “Just go!” I shouted back, still standing on the truck. There wasn’t time to get down.

Amber hit the gas as I kept shooting those nearest the truck, struggling to keep my balance while doing so. We weren’t moving very fast due to the abandoned cars surrounding us. Some of the Rots had caught up with us, we were that slow.

“Matt, look out!” I heard Danielle scream through the back window. I turned to see two Rots climbing onto the back of the truck to join me. I shot them before they could make it. They fell, still hanging over the truck, blood pouring from their heads. More of them were gaining on us, not that they had to move that fast. We were still surrounded by cars as we tried to get away.

I saw another Rot making its way onto the truck. I took aim but let out an exasperated shriek when, to my horror, the gun didn’t release a bullet, instead it just clicked; it was empty.

“Shit! Guys, I’m out of ammo!” I shouted.

But there was nothing they could do. If we stopped we’d be over-run in seconds.

“Just hang in there, Matt!” Darry yelled back.

That was much easier said than done. The Rot had made its way on board with me now.

“Crap!” I stood up, ready to fight it off. We locked arms as if it was a wrestling match and he tried to bring his bloodied mouth towards me, snapping his sordid teeth in anticipation. He was a strong fucker. He managed to push me over to the floor, which caused me to smash my arm against the side of the truck. I cried out as I felt the sharp edge slide into my skin.

I could hear the others screaming in fear for me from inside the truck. As soon as I was down, the Rot jumped on top of me, sensing an opportunity. I fought with everything I had to keep his mouth away from me, trying to punch and kick him off me. The truck had started speeding up now. We were out of the traffic but still not safe, the hordes of Rots were still chasing us. But for now, my only problem was getting this one off me.

Everything else faded from my concentration as the world around me ceased to exist. I reached around next to me for a weapon to use. All of the guns were inside the truck, but I felt around anyway, which meant I only had one free arm to keep him away from my face. As I kept searching with my hand, I felt a cold bar-like thing under my fingers and brought it up to the Rot’s head. I swung it towards him, missing a few times and even almost hitting myself. But on the next try, I got it right. I managed to hit him hard enough for him to roll off me, I quickly stood up.

He got back up and just kept coming for more. I pushed him against the edge of the truck, trying desperately to throw him off but I didn’t have enough strength. I could feel the blood making its way down my arm from my fresh wound.

Once the Rot noticed it, he began to go even crazier. Maybe he could smell the blood; making him want it even more. What a sight this would be for any passers-by, I thought. Man vs. Zombie on the back of a moving truck—just a bit of light entertainment.

At this point, we must have been far enough away from the rest of the Rots for Amber to feel it was safe to stop the truck. She put the brakes on hard, causing me to lose balance and fall over again. And again the Rot jumped on me, he wasn’t giving up. This time though, Joey and Darry were able to help. They got up on the truck with us and dragged the vicious thing off me, throwing it off the truck to the hard concrete road. As it stood up again, Darry aimed to shoot it. He shot it through the shoulder, not its head so it’s just kept going. Both he and Joey tried but couldn’t aim at its head properly.

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A.L. Parker is a writer and novelist just getting ready to release her first book, ‘Written Reckoning’. She has been published in Rock Sound magazine and on various music and gaming websites and currently writes for TrophiesonPSN.com. When not writing, Amy can be found listening to music too loud, watching hockey (LET’S GO PENS!) or playing video games. She also has a keen interest in horror, especially zombies and loves reading graphic novels and anything written by Hunter S.Thompson.



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The Wicked Bad by Karyn Gerrard

Nick Crocetti is an imposing figure in black leather riding his motorcycle about the town of Rockland. Owner of a bar, The Chief, whispers of criminal dealings and a murky past swirl around him. Dark and brooding, Nick is "the wicked bad" in looks and demeanor.



Veronica Barnes, leaving a husband from a disastrously quick Las Vegas marriage and her high-paying consulting job, returns home after ten years to follow a lifelong dream and open her own bakery.



Despite the mutual physical attraction - and a shared past - Nick and Veronica are wary of each other and have protective fences around their hearts.



Can they break down the barriers of past heartbreak, or is Veronica just a good girl who longs to rub against "the wicked bad"?

~Excerpt~


Veronica had to admit, she was having a nice time. She enjoyed sitting behind him on his bike as he raced up the highway. Her arms clung to his broad, muscular back and chest. Feeling the powerful bike vibrate under her and feeling Nick vibrate next to her was a total turn on. Touching and holding on to him sent such waves of pure, raw heat through her body. Though at first, she was scared to death. Before they left, Nick instructed her on how to be a passenger. Lean into the turns when he did and don’t clutch him too tightly. Veronica knew she shamelessly felt him all over as he drove. Nothing prepared her for the rush of excitement, not only being curled against all that male muscle, but the feeling of driving fast on the open road with the wind whipping around her body. She wished she could’ve taken the helmet off and let the wind take her hair skyward. The sensation was incredible, a real rush. She followed him toward the beach. The shoreline wasn’t very big, but private, as you couldn’t see the road or much else from their vantage point. Wonder how many other women he brought here, she thought cynically.



He spread the blanket and assisted her in sitting down. Again, the touch of his hand made her face flush as well as parts further south. Nick sat next to her with one leg bent and he rested his arm on the top of his knee. They sat quietly and gazed out over the water. The waves caressed the sand with a serene almost hypnotic sound.



“I saw you talking to that wuss, Jake Spooner, as I left the other day. I can imagine what he said about me,” Nick said in a voice so soft, she hardly recognized it as his.



Veronica cleared her throat uncomfortably.



Nick laughed. “I see. Go on, amuse me, what did he say?”



“Um, he said you were in prison—” she began.



“Jail. Not prison,” he retorted.



“There’s a difference?”



“You’ve got the cop for a brother, you tell me,” Nick snapped. He shook his head, more gently he said, “Sorry. It’s a touchy subject. City jail, for assault and destruction of property. Prison usually means a state or federal beef. Mine was local and a long time ago. I did my time and it’s over. I don’t like talking about it.”



“He called you a thug and said you deal drugs among other things.” She shouldn’t be telling him this, but the words tumbled out of her.



“Really? And still you went out with me? Are you some thrill seeker, one of those good girls eager to rub up against some wicked bad? Is that why you’re here? I’ll be as bad as you want, just say the word.”



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~About the Author~
Karyn lives in a small town in the western corner of Ontario, Canada. She wiles away her spare time writing and reading romance while drinking copious amounts of Earl Grey tea. Tortured heroes are a must. A multi-published author with a few best-sellers under her belt, Karyn loves to write in different genres and time periods, though historicals are her favorite.



As long as she can avoid being hit by a runaway moose in her wilderness paradise she assumes everything is golden.



Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement keeps her moving forward.



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