Friday, April 18, 2014

NEW RELEASE for SAM CHEEVER

Musa Publishing is excited to announce The Biggest Poser an erotic romance by multi-published author Sam Cheever is now available.

May the biggest liar win. Or die trying!

Personal trainer for the ever popular, Lose it! reality show, Jillie Maxwell is up for the most important award of her career. And she’s competing against the biggest b-eye-itch she’s ever met. Fortunately for her, she has the sexiest man alive in her corner. Problem is, each and every one of them has a dirty little secret that could tank a career.

For the contestants, the race is on to lose the most weight and win everything. For the staff of the popular weight loss show, the clock is ticking to the culmination of their lies and the possibility of losing it all.

Will the Biggest Poser win? Or will the lies just grow and grow until they sink the whole show? Only one thing is certain. Whatever happens, it’s gonna be an entertaining ride!

EXCERPT:
He was so close she could smell the clean musk scent of his aftershave and feel the moist heat of his breath. His muscular thigh flexed against her leg as he leaned in to cut a bite of asparagus.

As he lifted it to her lips, his gaze fixed on her mouth. His tongue swept over his bottom lip as if anticipating her taste. Jillie’s body tightened with need and her mouth quivered in anticipation of kissing him.

She took the spear of green off the end of the fork, sliding her tongue over her lips to get every ounce of its flavor.

The asparagus was perfect. Slightly crisp and tart with balsamic vinegar.

Brandt watched her chew and licked his lips. “I love balsamic. Let me try.”

She expected him to cut himself another bite, but instead he leaned close and slid his tongue over her slightly parted lips.

“Mmm. Delicious. I need to try the steak too.”

He cut another sliver of meat and doused it liberally with the rich sauce. As he placed it on her tongue, she drew it in, curling her tongue slowly around it, before chewing.

Brandt lowered his head and took her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking gently. He moaned. “Incredible. The sauce is exquisite. What’s your secret ingredient?”

She closed the distance between them and nibbled on his full lower lip. “There’s a reason they call it a secret ingredient.”

He slid his hand up her bare arm, over her shoulder, and wrapped it lightly around her throat, tipping her chin so he could trail kisses along the place where her blood pulsed with growing excitement. “I bet I can get it out of you.” His voice had deepened and grown husky with lust.

The sound of it abraded her overcharged nerves, making her shiver. “Just as long as you know I’m holding out as long as I can.”

He sucked an earlobe into his mouth and gently bit down. “As you know, I love a challenge.”

She gasped. When her nipples peaked hard against the soft cotton of her thigh-length T-shirt, Jillie figured he had to be able to feel them against his arm. She pressed closer, driving the painfully hard peaks into his muscular flesh. “Are you hungry?”

His lips feathered along her jaw line and lifted, stopping a mere breath away from her lips. “Starving.” Then he lowered them and claimed her mouth in an aggressive, hungry kiss.

Jillie wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in, draping her legs across his lap and allowing him to pull her onto the tiny chair with him. His arms enveloped her, holding her close enough to feel every hard, sexy line of his long body.

She pulled away after a moment and reached for her wine, needing to give herself a moment to cool down or she was going to lay him out in the thick grass and have her way with him right there.

She took a sip as he skimmed his hands along her bare legs, fighting the urge to spread her knees and let him in. They could so easily be discovered in that very public spot. She sipped her wine and placed it against his lips, tipping it for him to drink.

When she pulled away, a drop of wine trickled down his stubbled chin. She leaned in and swept it away with her tongue.

Brandt groaned. “I think I’ve turned permanently blue in some of my favorite parts.”

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Sam Cheever's published work includes 50+ books of romantic suspense and fantasy/paranormal. Her books have won the Dream Realm Award for fantasy and The Swirl (interracial romance) Award. They've been nominated for and/or won several CAPAs, have been nominated multiple years for “Best of” with LRC and The Romance Reviews, and have won eCataromance’s Reviewer’s Choice award. Sam is published with Musa Publishing, Changeling Press; and Ellora’s Cave. She also publishes as Declan Sands, writing m/m fiction, and under her own imprint, Electric Prose Publications.

In real life, Sam lives in a cabin in the woods with 13 dogs and one husband. A self-proclaimed dog-aholic, Sam insists she's holding at 13...maybe...

Learn more about Sam Cheever on her website and blog Eclectic Insights. Stay connected on Facebook and Twitter. You can also find Sam on Goodreads, her Amazon Author Page, and About. Me.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

CHILLING with ROSE RED

This is Viki Lyn, and I’m here to talk about my new book with Musa Publishing - Formula For Love. I’m very excited that I was able to bring this book to my readers with a fresh cover, fresh edits and deeper emotional scenes. At one time it was published under the title Long Strange Trip but Formula For Love is more appropriate because this is a love story between an uptight mathematician and a flower child.

But enough about the book, I asked Rose to join me and she graciously accepted my offer to be interviewed. We met at her Victorian in the Haight, and luckily her friends weren't using the living room as a crash pad.

VL: Hi Rose, thanks for talking with me. It’s awfully quiet today.

RM: Yeah, well, most of my friends stumbled home after last night’s party.

VL: I thought my readers would like to know your first impression of Kenneth.

RM: Ah, Dr. Kenneth Hailey. Uptight but cute. Yeah, really cute with his buzz cut and button down shirt. A real square but the bluest eyes west of Kansas.

VL: So if he’s so uptight, why the arrangement then? You know, the once a week love-in.

RM: At first, it was a dare with my friends to get him to a love-in. Sex was the carrot I dangled. But, you know, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He seemed so lonely and hurt. Arrogant, too. He’d sized me up as a hippy chick. To him that meant no brains. It’s the way I dressed and my social views. Love the one you’re with, is my motto.

VL: You’ve taken upon yourself to loosen him up, change the way he dresses, and open his eyes to what’s happening outside of the math department and his apartment in Berkeley. I bet that’s a daunting task!

RM: You wrote him that way, not me. I love a challenge but that’s all I’m going to say. You don’t want me to reveal too much. Right. You want people to read the book.

VL: Yeah, you are a smart girl. Last question then. What’s your favorite scene?

RM: Oh, that hard. There are so many special moments I cherish. Getting Kenneth in the public outdoor hot springs at Big Sur. Yeah, naked. With other people.

VL: Oh, you’re bad.

RM: Hey, like I said, you write the scenes. I’m just along for the wild ride.

VL: Thanks for meeting with me. Where are you off to?

RM: Oh, the Haven for an avocado sprouts sandwich. Haven’t eaten all day.

VL: Have fun, and peace, man.


Kenneth believes everything—even love—can be solved logically, until he meets a flower child who challenges him at every turn.

Kenneth Hailey, an uptight conservative mathematician, believes he's in control. After all, every problem can be solved in a deliberate and logical manner. Even love. When his fiancée dumps him for his best friend, he leaves Manhattan for the West Coast. What better place to forget his past. It's 1967, and San Francisco is the place to turn on, tune in, and drop out.

But is he ready for Rose Red?

Rose Red, a free-spirited flower child, challenges Kenneth, thrusting him into her world of love-ins, protest rallies, and rock concerts. Kenneth finds himself falling down a rabbit hole, hanging on for dear life.

Old habits die hard, and he retreats, but Rose Red has other plans for him.

Formula For Love is available at:
Musa Publishing
Amazon

What inspires Viki Lyn is the reality that romance between lovers is a hope more than a guarantee. Her stories are an eclectic mix of contemporary and paranormal, but it is always romance that drives the story to its final happily-ever-after.

Learn more about Viki Lyn on her website and blog. Stay connected on Facebook and Twitter. Check out her bookshelf and be sure to Join Viki’s Street Team!

Viki is also an award winning author of male/male paranormal and contemporary romances. You can find all of her books at the following sites: Amazon, All Romance Ebooks and GLBT Bookshelf.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

WHY YA and WHAT IS THAT?

by Kate Larkindale

The obvious question I get after I tell someone I’m a writer is: “What do you write.”

My answer is always, “I write YA. You know, books for teenagers.”


I often get weird looks when I say that, followed by a rather incredulous, “Why?”

It’s a good question. I’m very open about the fact I hated my high school years. I laugh in the face of anyone who says they’re the best years of your life. The years directly after high school were infinitely better than my actual teen years. But maybe that’s why I keep returning to that period in my fiction.

I think the teenage years are the most important years of your life. This is the period in which you begin to discover the person you will be. You try on personalities, develop tastes, become engaged with the moral and ideological tenets that will guide your life. Those years are a time where you develop relationships outside your own family and maybe even fall in love for the first time.

Being a teenager is a confusing, messy time and any little event can invoke a massive emotional response. Friendships that felt like they’d last forever when you were eight or twelve suddenly don’t fit anymore. Some people change friends like they do their socks, trying different social groups for size. Cliques form and dissolve, bullying is rampant, and acts of utter cruelty can be committed.

As a writer, this is dynamic stuff, and I can't explore it enough. Teens are such a contradictory mixture of child and adult. They make a compelling voice to play with. There are so many opportunities to write about things that are really important without getting preachy or didactic. I love writing about the early, clumsy attempts at adult relationships, about the changing dynamic of families and friendships as children become their own people. I like when my characters make the right decision at a crucial moment, but love it when, like teenagers do so often, they make the wrong one.

So, while I love adult literature, and read it, I write YA for the dynamism, excitement, and wonder of growing up. For the voice that hasn't yet been ground down by hard life experiences, for the hopefulness and idealism of youth, and for the opportunity to rediscover the moments that change you forever.

Here is a small sample of my latest YA release.

Livvie must decide how far she’s willing to go for the people she loves.

Things at home are rough for fifteen-year-old Livvie Quinn. Jules, her beloved older sister is sick again after being cancer free for almost ten years. Her mom becomes more frantic and unapproachable every day. School isn’t much better. Just when she needs them most, her closest friends get boyfriends and have little time for Livvie – except to set her up on a series of disastrous blind dates.

Livvie seeks refuge in the art room and finds Bianca, the school ‘freak’. Free-spirited and confident, Bianca is everything Livvie isn’t. Shaken by her mom’s desperation, her sister’s deteriorating condition, and abandoned by her friends, Livvie finds comfort and an attraction she never felt before with Bianca.

When their relationship is discovered, Livvie and Bianca become victims of persecution and bullying. School authorities won’t help and even forbid the pair to attend the Winter Formal as a couple. If Livvie defies them and goes, she risks expulsion and further ridicule from her classmates. At home, her mother’s behavior escalates to new levels of crazy and Jules is begging for help to end the pain once and for all.

While searching for the strength to make her life her own, Livvie must decide how far she’s willing to go for the people she loves.

To read an excerpt from An Unstill Life please click here.

Having spent a lifetime traveling the globe, Kate Larkindale is currently residing in Wellington, New Zealand. A cinema manager, film reviewer and mother, she’s surprised she finds any time to write, but she doesn’t sleep much. As a result, she can usually be found hanging out near the espresso machine.

Her short stories have appeared in Halfway Down The Stairs, A Fly in Amber, Daily Flash Anthology, The Barrier Islands Review, Everyday Fiction, Death Rattle, Drastic Measures, Cutlass & Musket and Residential Aliens, among others.

She has written eight contemporary YA novels, five of which other people are allowed to see. She has also written one very bad historical romance. She is currently working on a new YA novel that is still looking for a title other than its Twitter hashtag, #juvvielesbian.

Learn more about Kate on her blog and Goodreads. Stay connected on Twitter.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Reel in a Tasty Meal

There are days I just want something fast and easy for dinner or a weekend lunch. Homemade fries and fish sandwiches with tartar sauce are the perfect foods.

Homemade Fries
1 Idaho potato per person
2-3 cups vegetable oil
½ cup lard, optional
Salt to taste

Wash potatoes under cool water. Peel, but it’s not necessary. Cut potatoes in half lengthwise, then lay flat and slice into thirds. Place pieces in a bowl with enough water to cover them. Chill in the refrigerator for at least 2 hours.

Preheat oven to 200°F.

Heat oil and lard in deep saucepan on medium-high. Test temperature by dropping in a piece of bread. When bread should browns in a matter of seconds the oil is ready.

Drain potatoes then pat dry. Carefully add to hot oil. Deep-fry for approximately 4 minutes. They’re done when a toothpick inserts easily.

Drain the fries on a plate lined with paper towels, salt, then place in the oven to keep warm while you make the fish.


Fresh Fish Sandwiches
2 – basa or swai fillets
2 tsp. olive oil plus more for brushing
1 glove garlic, pressed or chopped fine
4 sage leaves or ½ tsp. dried sage
3 thyme sprigs or ½ tsp. dried thyme
parsley
Freshly ground pepper to taste
Provolone cheese
2 fresh deli rolls, split

Consider using lettuce and sliced tomato as they make a nice addition.

Heat skillet on medium-high. Brush a little olive oil onto insides of the rolls. Test the skillet for heat by sprinkling a few drops of water onto the pan. When the water jumps and quickly evaporates place the rolls oiled side onto cooking surface. Carefully toast until the rolls are a light golden brown. Remove to individual plates and lay a slice of cheese on the roll bottom.

Pour remaining olive oil into the hot skillet. When the oil shimmers add the fish. Sprinkle with herbs. Fry 2-3 minutes per side or until fish flakes easily when tested with a fork.

Remove fish from skillet with a spatula and lay the filets onto the cheese half of the rolls. Add a healthy smear of tartar sauce, the lettuce and tomato, then cap with the other half of the roll.


Tartar Sauce
½ cup real mayonnaise
1 small garlic clove, chopped fine
1 tbsp. onion, chopped fine
1tbsp. sweet relish

Mix ingredients together in a small bowl. Taste and adjust to your preference.

Happy Eating!

To read excerpts from the erotic romances by Sloane Taylor, please click HERE.

Sloane Taylor believes humor and sex are healthy aspects of our everyday lives and carries that philosophy into her books. She writes sexually explicit romances that take you right into the bedroom. Being a true romantic, all her stories have a happy ever after.

Her books are set in Europe where the men are all male and the North American women they encounter are both feminine and strong. They also bring more than lust to their men’s lives.

Learn more about Sloane Taylor on her website, and her blog for easy recipes. Stay connected on Facebook and Twitter.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

NEW RELEASE for CATE MASTERS

Musa Publishing is thrilled to announce MEILIN and the CHALLENGER, a paranormal romance by Cate Masters, is now available for purchase.


Meilin has never believed in fairy tales. Happy ever afters might have happened in the old days – before zombies. But this is 2089. When her father promises riches to the one who can rid their city of zombies, Meilin and her sisters rush to develop a solution that won’t bankrupt Dad.

The war overseas left Will disillusioned, but fighting zombies at home is a cause he can embrace. Meilin’s another. Tough but sweet, she might make him believe in life again, and maybe even love, if she doesn’t kick his ass first.

When zombies kidnap her family, Meilin must rescue them. But can she and Will save them from the worst fate of all?


EXCERPT:
A click sounded beside him. Meilin propped a rifle to her shoulder and sighted her aim toward the advancing zombies. “Let’s annihilate the party crashers, sisters.”

A lopsided smile quirked his lips. “Not all the party crashers, I hope.”

Her stance steady, she glanced over. “I might spare you.”

Oh hell, I’m in love. Gunfire erupted on either side, but he couldn’t tear his focus from her. Amazing, how she braced against the kick of the rifle—her slight frame absorbed it and she fired away. Like you should be doing.

As trained, he lifted the Uzi. Stunned, he could only watch as the girls split the zombies’ heads with one shot apiece, the most efficient kill he’d ever witnessed. The zombies at the front of the charge fell first. Those in the center scattered to either side. Hell, these women didn’t need his help. If only the soldiers in his platoon had been so deadly accurate.

Better at least try to be helpful. He let the bullets fly. Too bad the walking dead couldn’t run; soon they dropped to the forest floor with the others.

The tallest blonde held a strange set of binoculars to her face. “There, two more getting away.”

Hard to sight them in the dark. He swiveled one of the dance floor spotlights in their direction. Momentarily blinded, the walking dead stopped walking. Meilin and the tall blonde aimed, and their shots cracked the zombies’ heads in two.

Meilin tapped his shoulder. “Aim the light to three o’clock. I think I see a few more.”

She stood so close, he grew woozy. Cherry blossoms. He struggled to fight off her intoxicating scent. He did as she asked, but his acute awareness centered on her. Built the way he liked, petite but powerful. She moved with purpose and grace, surety and intense focus in every action. Like the others, she felled the three zombies with one shot each, in exactly the spot needed for the final kill: their heads. Oh yeah, a woman who knew what she wanted and went after it, a force to be reckoned with.

She rested the rifle butt against her hip. “What do you think, Lakshme? More hiding out there?”

The girl with almond eyes shrugged. “Probably.”

Yeah, most likely. Better make sure. “I’ll do a sweep and check.”

The tallest blonde winced. “By yourself?”

Lakshme smirked. “Aren’t we lucky? Superman’s here.”

Meilin’s gaze swept over him. “Oh, I thought he was the Green Hornet.”

The blonde’s lip curled. “Horn dog, more like.”

What the hell was their problem? “Hey, I’m only trying to help.”

“Good thing.” Lakshme’s voice turned breathy. “We’re helpless girls, after all.”

Oh, man. Great first impression. “No, I didn’t—”

Meilin raised her rifle and shot three times in quick succession. “Three more down. Now we need to find out how many we missed.”

A no-nonsense babe. Excellent.

The tall blonde jumped to the ground. “Pull up the truck so we can dump the bodies. Wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise for any latecomers.” She flashed a sardonic smile and headed for the nearest carcass.

One sister disappeared into the brush. An engine roared, and a delivery truck backed into the site, halted, and the doors flew open.

Once they’d loaded the last of the zombie bodies, Will blew out a breath. The tall blonde latched the door closed. How did they all still appear ready freshly showered and ready for a night of dancing? They had this routine down, to the last detail.

“What now?” he asked.

The tall blonde poked a finger into his chest. “Now you forget everything you saw here, and we won’t have to incinerate you with the rest of them.”

Forget? He glanced at Meilin. Not happening. “You might find me useful. And I want to learn more about your operation. It’s impressive. Mr. King’s looking to hire—”

The blonde grabbed his shirt, her grimace eye level with him. “Don’t ever mention him again.”

Not speak of their father? He studied Meilin for a clue.

She wrenched the blonde’s arm. “Back off, Zoe. He’s harmless.”

Zoe shoved Meilin, who stumbled backward and lost her balance.

Landing on her butt, she looked up at Will with sadness. “Sorry.”

His heart lurched. Hopefully, not sorry she met him. “For what?”

A hard thud to the back of his head came in answer. His knees hit the dance floor, and he toppled over.

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Cate Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she'll always be a Jersey girl at heart.

Most days, Cate can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company.

Reviewers have described her work as "so compelling, I did not want to put it down," "such romantic tales that really touch your soul," "filled with action scenes which made it a riveting story," and "the author weaves a great tale with a creative way of using words that makes the story refreshing to read."

Her novellas, short stories and flash fiction appear at various epress sites and web zines as well as Flesh from Ashes (2005), Quality Women's Fiction (2005), Phase (2004), and The Writer's online edition. Her freelance articles have appeared in The Sentinel, Carlisle.

Learn more about Cate Masters on her website where you can sign-up for her newsletter that offers exclusive goodies for subscribers. Be sure to check out Cate's blog, Amazon page, and Goodreads. Stay connected on Facebook and Twitter. View all of Cate's book trailers on YouTube.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

NEW RELEASE for ELIZABETH FINN

Musa Publishing is excited to announce The INNOCENT LIAR, an erotic contemporary romance novel by multi-published author Elizabeth Finn, is now available.

A woman hiding from her past. A man lost in his own…

Fiona was desperate to find a life in Jackson, Wyoming, but when a job interview that was supposed to be a sure thing turns ugly, she doubts there’s much hope of it. Eli sees through her lies, and regardless of the favor his father has asked of him, he’s just too stubborn to hire a woman who refuses to even give him her real name.

But there is a reason for everything, and he finds out soon enough her deceptions have a purpose too.

Secrets and lies are nothing to build a relationship on, but a relationship isn’t something either of them seem able to avoid. They’re simply magnets pulled together in a situation that should be driving them apart, but Eli has his own ghosts to contend with, and his past leaves him incapable of trusting a woman he can never fully know.

How can they move beyond her lies when the truth is what Eli really needs, and when her past threatens to destroy her, can he rise above his own needs to protect her—his innocent liar?

EXCERPT:
Facing Eli could go bad. In fact, she had little reason to believe it wouldn’t, but she sucked it up. She took a deep breath as she reached for the handle of the door. There was no reception desk, nor a receptionist to greet her. The main entrance opened into a waiting room just as quaint as the building, with warm mahogany furniture and stained concrete floors. The trim work surrounding the adjacent door was wide and well restored, and her hand trembled as she approached the interior door, and reached for the doorbell beside it. Moments later, the door was pulled open, and a large hulk of a man stood before her.

“Well, hello there, perty gal. Now, what can I help—?”

“Chris, back to work. She’s not interested in the likes of a married man.”

“Shit, boss. She didn’t know I’s married. Whadya have to go and say that for?” He turned back to her. “Wife doesn’t actually like me, see, so it’s not like a real marriage or nothin’—”

“I said get back to work.”

And there he was, standing in front of her, eyeing Chris with the same authority he’d shoved down her throat the day before. Chris left, mumbling and complaining to himself as Eli slowly turned back toward her.

“Well, well. If it isn’t my new friend, Fifi.” He smirked.

“That’s not…it’s not Fi—”

He turned from her, cutting her off with his body language and leaving her to figure out if it was appropriate to follow or stay put. She chose to follow whether she was welcome or not, and as he moved through the equipment—table saws, band saws, belt sanders, and contraptions she wasn’t even familiar with—eyes watched her. Every pair belonged to a man she didn’t know. Some regarded her curiously, some just studied her every step, and some, those belonging to Chris, stared at her tits the whole time.

She followed Eli into what she could only assume was a break room that sat along a wide corridor off the workshop. He poured himself a cup of coffee. When he offered her some, she refused, but then he sat at a table that conveniently had a box of bagels sitting in the middle of it, and her stomach started trying to reach through her navel to get one. Her guts twisted into knots she could hear tightening as she sank into a chair across from him.She eyed the box with what had to be a pained expression, and it did not go unnoticed.

“Help yourself.”

She shook her head and clamped her mouth shut tight to keep the word yes from popping out. She wasn’t sure she could control her voracious appetite if she let herself indulge in front of him, and she needed to keep her wits about her at the moment.

“Very well. What can I do for you?”

“You can give me a job.”

He stared at her for a moment, his chiseled jaw working as he contemplated. He picked up a bagel and started tearing bites off and popping them in his mouth, and she thought she might cry. He was taking his time thinking, and all she could do was wait.

“What’s your name?” He cocked his head to the side, refusing to let up with his intense dark stare.

“Fiona.”

“I Googled you last night. You know at first I thought maybe you were involved in something shady, criminal even, but then it occurred to me if you were any sort of decent criminal you’d know better than to pick such a unique moniker. I mean, if you really wanted to disappear into obscurity and you knew what you were doing, you’d pick the most common name in the world. As it is, I couldn’t find a single Fiona Finley, and that’s just not a terribly common occurrence this day and age. Unless, of course, you grew up under a rock.”

She shook her head slowly, refusing to give him more than that.

“North Pole? Deep sea sub? I mean, come on, no one is so off the grid as that today. So…that means not only are you lying about your name, you’re not very experienced at disappearing. It should be a relief to me, really, but then again, it was still a lie.”

He studied her as she forced herself to look back at him.

“So, here you are again, begging me to give you a job, and yet, you’re still not being forthcoming with your personal information. Why is today any different than yesterday?”

The man had an amazing talent for oration, she’d give him that. He nearly gave the impression he didn’t have to think before he spoke at all. The words simply materialized from his mouth, perfectly timed, perfectly inflected as though rehearsed. He’d had the same cool and calm demeanor the day before. He had an ability to open his mouth and simply let his rebuttal flow like an easy river of bitch slapping words. His oratory talent was enviable—not to mention intimidating. He made it impossible to argue effectively, and she almost wanted to ask if he’d been a lawyer in his pre-woodshop owning days. Instead, her brain choked to figure out the best response.

He waited for an answer, and her eyes kept shifting to the damn box of bagels that were taunting her. This had been a bad idea. She most definitely should not have come back. Her stomach twisted painfully, and she thought for a moment she might vomit. She couldn’t seem, for the life of her, to focus on him and not the sight of that box. She hadn’t eaten in days. She’d been surviving on coffee alone. Her head started spinning, and her mouth went dry. Pushing up from the table was a struggle, but panic was coursing through her brain now, and she stumbled two steps as he stood and watched her.

Her knees buckled, and it was all over. Her body sank to the floor, and she was powerless to stop it. The darkness closed in, and then nothing—blessed nothingness.

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Elizabeth Finn is a small town Iowa gal who still lives there with her young son. She grew up surrounded by corn fields and cows and spent her days scaling railroad trestles and traipsing through the woods. There’s no better place in the world to be than chasing lightning bugs on a warm summer evening in Iowa, and her small town upbringing shows in the stories she creates. Whether set in a bustling metropolis or tucked away in a small holler, her stories bring to life the inner heart of us all.

Elizabeth is a multi-published contemporary romance author, and her passion is creating stories packed full of believable conflicts, characters who leave you rooting for them, and romance that might just short-circuit your e-reader. Her characters always find the best part of themselves on their journey, and her readers find themselves devoted to her honest and heartfelt voice.

Learn more about on her website and blog. Stay connected on Facebook.