Lone Witness * Rachel Dylan


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Prosecutor Sophie Dawson’s first job in the White Collar division of the Fulton County D.A.’s office is to build a case against a local bank employee who may be cheating clients. But when circumstances beyond her control leave her as the only witness to a double homicide involving a vengeful gang, her world is turned upside down.

Former Atlanta police officer turned private security guard Cooper Knight is hired to ensure that Sophie is kept safe. But as threats escalate, they don’t know who they can trust.

Sophie is determined not to back down, but her bank case gets more complicated by the day, and the gang will stop at nothing to keep her from testifying. Sophie wants to take a stand for what’s right–but can Cooper, who is determined not to be distracted by their growing attraction, keep her safe so that she can finish her pursuit for justice?

Net Galley Review:

. The emphasis in this story is the courtroom drama, but there’s some sort of action taking place all through the story. The characters are believable and relatable. There’s a little bit of romance thrown in. A perfect follow up to the first book. If you enjoy crime novels with lots of twist and turns and a dash of a hot protector hero this book is for you. 


The Other lady Vanishes


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The New York Times bestselling author of The Girl Who Knew Too Much sweeps readers back to 1930s California–where the most dazzling of illusions can’t hide the darkest secrets…

After escaping from a private sanitarium, Adelaide Blake arrives in Burning Cove, California, desperate to start over.

Working at an herbal tea shop puts her on the radar of those who frequent the seaside resort town: Hollywood movers and shakers always in need of hangover cures and tonics. One such customer is Jake Truett, a recently widowed businessman in town for a therapeutic rest. But unbeknownst to Adelaide, his exhaustion is just a cover.

In Burning Cove, no one is who they seem. Behind facades of glamour and power hide drug dealers, gangsters, and grifters. Into this make-believe world comes psychic to the stars Madame Zolanda. Adelaide and Jake know better than to fall for her kind of con. But when the medium becomes a victim of her own dire prediction and is killed, they’ll be drawn into a murky world of duplicity and misdirection.

Neither Adelaide or Jake can predict that in the shadowy underground they’ll find connections to the woman Adelaide used to be–and uncover the specter of a killer who’s been real all along…

Net Galley Review:

This is a follow up on the author’s first 1930s novel, The Girl Who Knew Too Much. The heroine is Adelaide Blake-Brockton and the hero is Jake Truett. Raina, the Enright’s secretary from the first novel, returns in this novel as a PI in Burning Cove. Luther Pell, the night club owner, also returns.

Adelaide starts out rather quite & charming  but gains strength and confidence as the novel progresses.  Jake’s past problems and Adelaide’s intersect and, while spending time together investigating their past problems, they discover a mutual attraction as well as the mutual villains who are trying to kill them. Its a great who done it -with a vintage feel and a great romance between to people that bond together.

Trust Me Forever * Josie Bordeaux

Title:  Trust Me Forever
Author: Josie Bordeaux
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 26, 2017

Would you risk it all for your one true love?

The one boy who’d broken my heart.
He promised he’d come for me…
But he never did.

Faced with a choice, I succumbed to a life I never wanted. Now I’m on the run. The goal: buy a fake passport and get out of the country.

Then I ran into him.

The skinny, shy boy was all grown up. Sexy, confident, and promising me everything I’d always dreamt of having with him.

Could I trust him with the truth? With my heart? Again?

Louise from Goodreads – “This was a great read that I devoured from start to finish and would happily recommend to other.”

Brandy Paige from Goodreads – “….Trust me kept me on the edge of my seat I didn’t know what was going to happen love being surprised not predictable when we get to know the heroine’s secret and what she’s been hiding from the hero my heart bleed for her and what she had to go through.”

Listening to Alex say that he had always thought of me tugged at my heart. Could that really be true? Alex. If it hadn’t been for seeing both Jay and then Granny, I might not have believed it. Granny was unmistakable. There was no way I’d ever forget her. Time might have aged her appearances, but to me she’d held onto her timeless beauty as the grandmotherly figure I’d loved so much. Then there was Alex. I had stared at him and thought of the possibilities of him being my Alex. Really my first real love. My best friend from way back when. 
More than anything, I wanted to open the door. However, doing that would open the wounds that now were faded scars. I had waited for him after we moved. He had promised he’d come for me.

Josie Bordeaux spends her days writing romance novels that revolve around friendships, sizzling attraction, and steamy sex scenes. Josie’s addiction to iced coffee and strawberry Twizzlers keep the stories flowing and gives her the energy she needs to run her kids to all their after-school activities and burn the occasional dinner she attempts to cook. She enjoys spending time down at the beach with her family. You can connect with Josie on Facebook at facebook.com/authorjosiebordeaux or on Instagram @joswritenow. Sign up for her newsletter on her website – www.josiebordeaux.com and enter her monthly newsletter drawing for a gift card.




Breaking Free * Debbie W illiams

Breaking Free
by Debbie Williams
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Chloe is from a rich, controlling family. Finally able to embark on life,
she finds herself free from the clutches of her controlling father.
Enter Kai, who comes to her aid when her car strands her on the side
of the road. She just doesn’t realise how much things are about to
change. A close bond soon builds between them, but deep dark secret
ties their families together and threatens to blow them apart.


Will they both survive?
Debbie Williams is married with 3 grown up kids,
a beautiful daughter in law and an even more gorgeous grandson.


She is a Fibromyalgia
sufferer who found a new outlet by writing to help fill her days.
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Edge of Retribution * Jacob Chance

Title: Edge of Retribution
Author: Jacob Chance
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 10, 2018


Landing my dream job has me eagerly looking
toward the future. But when I see Nash Garrison after six long years, my world
is thrown completely off its axis. 
He was my only friend
and confidant during the worst days of my life, and I fell hopelessly in love
with him. No eighteen year old girl could resist his protective nature and
charming grin. I was no exception.
Now, together, we’re
about to bring down the man responsible for my parents’ deaths. Revenge has
been the driving force fueling every decision I’ve ever made – except for
What is it about him
that sends the most rational parts of my brain into a tailspin? And how do I
balance on the edge of retribution without tumbling into heartbreak once more?



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Chance grew up in New England and still lives there today. He’s a martial
artist, a football fan, a practical joker and junk food lover.

A writer of
sports romcoms and romantic suspense, Jacob plans on providing you with many
more stories.

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Anonymous * L P Dover


Title: Anonymous
Author: L.P. Dover
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 23, 2018


Every person has a story to tell. Some may be sweet with a
happily ever after, but there are others that end in tragedy. Mine has yet to
be finished. My name is Elizabeth Kingston and this is where my story begins.
I never thought my life could be so perfect. I have an
amazing job owning my own bakery, and a wonderful husband who I love and who
loves me back. Never once did I have to worry about anything, at least, not
until the texts started coming in. They always begin the same way … numbers
that spell my nickname when read upside down.
It’s someone from my past, only they won’t to tell me who
they are, but that by talking to them, I’ll figure it out. It’s a game I refuse
to play. Unfortunately, I’m left with no choice when things begin to take a
dangerous turn. His name is Anonymous and there’s only one thing he wants … ME.

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It’s closing time and Vikki and I are busy cleaning, so we
can get home. My phone beeps with an incoming text and I look down at it and growl.
“You can’t be serious.” Staring back at me isn’t a text from Jake, but from
Anonymous. Even though I deleted and blocked the number ninety days ago, I
still recognize it.
Vikki moves closer, her eyes wide. “What’s going on?”
I show her the text.
Anonymous: 31773?
Brows furrowed, she sits back. “What does that mean?” I turn
my phone upside down, so she can see that the number spells out my name. Her
eyes widen. “Wow, that’s cool you can type your name with numbers.”
“But not so cool when I don’t know who the person is,” I
counter. “About three months ago, I got texts from this exact same person.
Whoever it is likes to play games. I’m sick of it and I want them to leave me
alone.” Taking a deep breath, I type out a reply.
Anonymous: Why
all the yelling?
I roll my eyes. This is just ridiculous.
Me: I like using
all caps.
Anonymous: Don’t
stop on my account. So, what have you been up to? Been a while since we talked.

Me: Yeah, it’s
because I blocked the number.
Anonymous: Why?
“What is he saying?” Vikki asks. I show her the texts and
her eyes widen. “So, you haven’t talked to him since you blocked the number?”
I think back to when I blocked it and if my calculations are
correct, the ninety days was up yesterday. “No, but he has perfect timing. My
ninety days ran up yesterday. I might need to run to the cell store and see if
they can block it permanently.”
My phone beeps again and a sharp pain settles in my gut. I
just want whoever it is to leave me alone.
Anonymous: That
hurts. You’ve always been friendly toward me.
Me: Obviously not
friendly enough, if you can’t tell me who you are. It’s weird and it makes me
uncomfortable. You need to leave me the hell alone. Don’t text, call, or try to
contact me in any way. I’m happily married, and I want it to stay that way.
Heart racing, I log into my cell phone account and before I
can block the number, another text comes through.
Anonymous: Sorry
31773 but that’s not going to happen.
The blood in my veins runs cold. Hands shaking, I block his
number and my phone drops onto the table. Vikki picks it up and reads the final
text, her face growing pale.
“I don’t think this person’s going away.”

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author L. P. Dover
 is a
southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful
girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in periodontics,
enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.
She loves to write,
but she also loves to play golf, go on mountain hikes and white water rafting,
and has a passion for singing. Her two youngest fans expect a concert each and
every night before bedtime, usually Christmas carols.
Dover has written
countless novels, including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series,
the Gloves Off series, the Armed & Dangerous series, the Royal Shifters
series, the Society X series, the Circle of Justice series, and her standalone
novels It Must’ve Been the Mistletoe and Love, Lies,
and Deception. 
Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic
suspense, but if she got to choose a setting in which to live, it would be with
her faeries in the Land of the Fae.
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Flesh into Time *


Title: Flesh into Fire
Series: Original Sin #3
Authors: JA Huss & Johnathan McClain
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 17, 2018
Payback is owed.
And Maddie Clayton is going to collect. This
time Carlos and Logan have gone too far. People are dead, lives have been
changed, and she’s had enough. Plus, she’s got the Devil on her side, so when
an enemy turns into a friend with an idea of how to take Carlos down, she’s in.
Tyler Morgan has been fighting back his whole
adult life. He’s ready for anything when it comes to payback. But endangering
Maddie can’t be part of the deal. Unfortunately for him, once Maddie gets an
idea in her head, there’s no stopping her.
Her debt has been paid in blood and she wants
His fight is still there, but now he’s got
more at stake than himself.
The end is coming.
But even if they win against Carlos, they can
still lose each other.


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I roll our
interlaced fingers over so that I can see the back of her hand. It’s strong,
but delicate. Long fingers and white skin. Veins that tense with the clench of
her grip. Freckles. Just a few light, faint, perfect freckles.
I have the
same thought I had the other day. That I want to learn her. Her body. Every
millimeter of her. I want it burned into my brain. I want to imprint her into
my memory before she goes. I want to study her. I want to have a PhD in Maddie
I let go of
her hand and stand up, turn to face her and then kneel down.
“What are
you doing?” she asks.
I don’t say
anything. She’s not wearing shoes, so I start tugging at the toes of her socks
and she giggles as I work them off her legs and then hold her precious feet in
my hands, examining them. I stroke the bones that run along the top, ending at
the tips of her toes, and I kiss each toe one by one.
I turn them
over to inspect the scar I found the other day, and I give it a kiss. Then I
spread her legs and slide in between them, popping my head up to give her a
kiss on the lips, before I unbutton her jeans and draw down the zipper. She
leans back, propping herself on her elbows, and shimmies her hips as I pull her
pants down. They’re so tight on her, so fitted, that they draw her underwear
along with them as I pull, and then the pants are off her body and on the
floor, and her bare calves, and knees, and thighs, and pussy are there for me
to explore.
leaning back on her elbows, she tilts her head to the side, presses her lips
together in a tight smile, and raises her eyebrows at me.
I lift one
of her legs and place my face right next to it. Like an archaeologist exploring
the contours of a priceless, ancient artifact.
Her smell.
Her smell will be the thing that I know I will hold onto most. It’s always been
that way for me. Smell is the most potent sense I have when it comes to
triggering memories. When I smell cinnamon, I remember my mom. Because she was
baking when she collapsed that last time after chemo. And so that’s the smell I
choose to associate with my final memory of her, as opposed to the antiseptic
smell of the hospital. Because that wasn’t her anymore anyway. Mom stayed in
the kitchen. Only the shell of her stuck around for a couple weeks more in the
hospital bed.
Right now,
Maddie smells like freshly cut grass. She’s been packing and getting ready to
leave all day, and it’s been weirdly warm of late, so she’s a little sweaty.
And that smell—that pungent, dense, round smell of sweat on her skin that fills
my nostrils—reminds me of summer. Which I love. Because I suppose that means
that for the rest of my life, there’ll be an entire season where every day all
I’ll be able to think about is her. Even though I don’t imagine needing a lot
of prompts to steer my thoughts in her direction.
As I stroke
my fingers along her leg, kissing as I go, and drinking in her scent with every
breath, she drops down from her elbows, letting herself lie flat on her back,
her legs dangling off the side of the bed. She traces her fingers up and down
the line of her stomach, pushing her t-shirt up to the curve of her breasts as
I continue my survey of her flesh.
discovering things. Things that no one else on earth besides me will know.
Her right
calf appears just infinitesimally stronger than her left. Her left knee is the
teeniest bit knobbier than her right. And when I kiss her behind either of her
knees, she shudders through her stomach, causing her toes to crinkle.
As I pass
the bend in her knee, I draw my nose along the inside of her thigh. She
wriggles a teeny bit as my beard moves along her soft skin. And then my mouth
is right at the brink of her entrance. I take my thumb and run it along the
pink folds and she lets out a “mmmmm.” I tilt my head, studying my fingers as
they massage her tender skin, and take note of what sound each gesture evokes
from her.
tenderly on her opening causes her to growl from somewhere deep inside her
throat. So I do. I kiss, and I let my warm breath signal my presence, but I
don’t want to penetrate her. Not this way. If she wants me to be inside her, I
will happily oblige, but for now I just want to be here with her and hold her
And I will.
And I will
hold her close in my thoughts every second that she’s gone.
But more
I will hold
her in my heart.
Some people
search their whole life looking for that one place they belong. For that one
person who gets them. Who brings them into their world, lets them fall easily
into the pull of their gravity, and lets them just… be. Just exist. Quietly.
Naturally. Freely. This is Tyler for me. The center of my universe. The man
around whom I now orbit.
Not like a
satellite, either. But like… like two things meant to be one. Like long ago
something crashed into us, broke us into little pieces, and left us adrift.
Floating in directionless space. Spinning wildly with no tether. And now we’ve
been pulled back together. And we circle each other, still spinning, but with
the purpose of joining. Of becoming one thing again. Not because of tragedy,
the way I’d imagined when I sent that letter. It’s not a lifeline of salvation
connecting us now, but some force of nature we can’t explain, or control, or
bend to our will. Some law of the universe that dictates the fate of things.
We are
connected by something more powerful than shared sorrow. And every moment we’ve
spent apart has been valuable. Necessary. Critical.
His mouth
between my legs feels wonderful. I could close my eyes and enjoy it. Let myself
reach the heights of pleasure.
But alone?
No. I’m
done doing things alone. We’re connected now. And everything we do will be
So I
whisper, “Tyler,” as I caress his head. Run my fingers through his hair. Touch
his shoulders. Slide my fingertips up and down the hills and valleys of his
muscular arms.
He looks up
at me, his eyes smiling even though they’re half closed, even though his mouth
is still working. His tongue still flicking against my pussy.
“Come up
here,” I say. “And kiss my mouth.”
Now he
smiles with his whole face. His hands plant on either side of my hips and he
draws himself up to standing. He lifts his t-shirt over his head and undoes his
jeans, letting them fall to the floor, and his nakedness reminds me that he has
lived every single day of his time on this earth.
He leans
onto the bed and eases forward. My legs open wider for him, welcome him between
them as his cock—hard, and long, and ready—rests against my clit, making me
want him.              
If we
stopped right now, if he just rested his chest on top of my breasts, became
nothing more than heavy weight as he closed his eyes, relaxed, and fell asleep…
I’d be content, happy, and satisfied.
And not
because there’d be more chances to do this later. But because it’s him I want. Not the sex.

Blind Betrayal* Book #3 Defenders of Justice


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Deputy U.S. Marshal Casey Sloane has worked at the St. Louis Marshals office for two years and is given a routine assignment to help transport a reporter to D.C. to testify before a grand jury. Valerie, the reporter, was writing a story about an up-and-coming environmentalist who suddenly disappeared and, she later discovered, whose backers purportedly have ties to a terrorist.

When the seemingly ordinary assignment suddenly takes a shocking turn, Casey is forced to put aside her own feelings about the unexpected reappearance of a man from her past as she and two other Marshals take Valerie on the run. And as it becomes dangerously clear Valerie’s testimony has even bigger implications than they knew, they’ll do whatever it takes to make it out alive.

Net Galley Review : Defender of Justice book #3.  Is the 3rd novel about U.S. Marshals service & perhaps a less known part of federal law enforcement. Casey and another marshal are tasked with guarding and transporting a woman who is to be a witness at a grand jury. The testimony would help give the FBI enough evidence to convict a terrorist with a dangerous cell near St. Louis. The terrorist has undercover operatives everywhere. A routine transporting assignment becomes deadly for Casey.This books has it all excitement,terrorist and yes a little romance a perfect book for any fans of this genre.  

Ford * PJ Fiala Blog Tour

Title: Ford
Author: PJ Fiala
Genre:Romantic Suspense

Release Date: April 16, 2018
Cover Designer: Buoni Amici Press
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

Sometimes the flames of desire run hotter than a mere fire.
Ford Montgomery is working the case of his life. Trailing the arsonist who killed his parents, the former bounty hunter will soon make this guy pay for his crimes. After that, Ford plans to reclaim his house from his ex-wife and retire to his home in the mountains.
Megan Marshall finally ditched her no-good ex-husband, only to find the worst of him lingering. He stole drugs from a man nobody steals from, and the cartel is after Megan to get them back. If she knew where her ex hid out, she’d tell. Trouble is, she doesn’t.
When Ford rescues Megan from a burning building, their paths abruptly align. However, Ford keeps secrets from her, and she’s had enough of men and their secrets. Can they work together to accomplish their goals? Or will they get scorched by the blazing passion sparking between them?


Writing has been a desire my whole life. Once I found the courage to write, life changed for me in the most profound way. Bringing stories to readers that I’d enjoy reading and creating characters that are flawed, but lovable is such a joy.

When not writing, I’m with my family doing something fun. My husband, Gene, and I are bikers and enjoy riding to new locations, meeting new people and generally enjoying this fabulous country we live in.

I come from a family of veterans. My grandfather, father, brother, two sons, and one daughter-in-law are all veterans. Needless to say, I am proud to be an American and proud of the service my amazing family has given.

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Exonerated with Love * Book #2


Title: Exonerated with Love

Series: The Mobster Files #2

Author: Skye McNeil

Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing

Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mafia Romance
Release Date: April 14, 2018
Can second chances really exist for a bad boy mobster and
the only woman to ever steal his heart?
There’s a hit out on Cameron Shearer’s life, his mafia ties
dragging him down the path of darkness once more. After a harrowing meeting, he
discovers no one ever stays dead when you’re in the mafia. Determined not to
lose the only woman he’s loved, Cameron turns to the Del Rossi mob for one last
favor. Unfortunately for him, the ending may not be as happy as he once hoped.
Joci Dorous has it all. She’s happy, engaged, and just
started her own law firm with her best friend. Everything appears perfect,
until she discovers a suspicious trail of money in her business accounts and
her once dutiful fiancé suddenly turns as shady as his mob boss. When strangers
clash amid mobs, Joci is left to decipher who her heart truly belongs to.
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“Can we go home, please? I need to fit in a quick catnap
before heading to the office.” She yawned, suddenly drained from the busy
Crossing his long arms over his chest, Cameron shook his
head. “No way. You’re not going to work after what you’ve been through. You
need to take it easy.”
“No, I need to go to work,” she argued, her face heating up.
“The hell you do.” His low voice rumbled, scaring a passing
Realizing fighting through this wasn’t the best course of
action, Joci unclenched her fisted hands. Slanting eyes over him, she sighed at
his chaotic curls, from the wind or pushing his fingers through it she wasn’t
sure. The holes where his nose and eyebrow rings used to sit glared at her,
fleetingly making her wish they were in place once more. His jaw was set but
his lips were pouty, an irresistible sight if she ever saw one. The adamant
expression in his dark brown eyes siphoned all anger from her. He was concerned
for her health, but there was something else lying behind his tone. His
reflection sent her back to their childhood in Ohio. He’d puckered a similar
face when they disagreed as kids. No wonder he always got his way, the
He wasn’t wrong in his apprehension, however, letting him
win this argument wouldn’t happen. He loved her, which meant he knew she was as
stubborn as him. They were a perfect match from the start. Bullheaded and
ornery. Work would always be at the top of her list and he knew it better than
anyone from personal experience.
Stepping to his sulking position against the wall, Joci
slipped her hands around his waist, her fingers grazing each of the devices
hanging from the police utility belt. “Cam, all this excitement drained me. I
need a bit of cuddle time, and I bet you know the perfect guy.”
His face released its strained hold and his lips slackened.
Beaming up at him, she tilted her head to the right. “Maybe
you know a guy, or maybe you are the guy?”
His chin lowered until she was touching noses with him.
“I am the guy,” he fiercely replied.
Joci snaked her hand up his spine to the back of his head. Compelling
his neck toward her, she locked her gaze with his stormy mahogany one. “The
only guy.”
A tiny smile broke across his cheeks. “Then there’s no place
I’d rather be.”
He leaned forward, imprinting his lips to her for eternity.
The taste of mint clung to his breath, luring her to kiss him until she
explored every facet of his mouth. His tongue tangoed with hers, causing
adrenaline to spike through her body. Pressing harder against his mouth, she
gasped when her back carefully hit the wall. Anyone could witness their brazen
embrace, but she didn’t care. She needed his lips on her right now. His teeth
nipped her lower lip. And if he wasn’t careful, she’d lug him to the nearest
supply closet and bar the door just to show him how much she needed him.
When he finally eased away, Joci wasn’t sure if she was
breathing on her own. He had this effect on her when she least expected but
sorely craved it.
“I’m glad you’re safe,” he whispered, his brown eyes etched
with leftover concern. “Promise you’ll never leave.” His hands rubbed the
protruding stomach between them. “I can’t do this without you.”
Kissing him hard, Joci hoped he felt a molecule of the havoc
his lips caused in her. “I promise.”
At Cameron’s relaxed sigh, she snuggled into him. A movement
behind them distracted her as he straightened. She couldn’t see who was spying,
only recognized a shock of red hair as they moved to the exit.
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Skye McNeil
began writing at the age of seventeen and has been lost in a love affair ever
since. During the day, she moonlights as a paralegal at a law firm favoring
criminal law.

Skye enjoys writing romantic comedies and cozy mysteries novels that leave
readers wanting more and falling in love over and over. She writes contemporary
and historical novels ranging from sweet and sassy to steamy and sultry.

Her constant writing companions are two cats and two dogs. When she’s not
writing, Skye enjoys spending time with family, photography, volleyball,
traveling, and curling up with a cup of coffee and reading.

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