30 July 2013

Cover Reveal and Teaser: Until You (Fall Away 1.5) by Penelope Douglas

Title: Until You (Fall Away, #1.5)
Author: Penelope Douglas
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Release Date: Fall 2013


Have you ever been so angry that hitting things felt good? Or so numb that you actually felt high? The past few years have been like that for me. Traveling between fury and indifference with no stops in between.

Some people hate me for it, while others are scared of me. But none of them can hurt me, because I don’t care about anything or anyone.

Except Tatum.

I love her so much that I hate her. We used to be friends, but I found out that I couldn't trust her or anyone else.

So I hurt her. I pushed her away.

But I still need her. The sight of her centers me, and I can pool all of my anger into her. Engaging her, challenging her, bullying her…they are my food, my air, and the last part of me that feels anything human.

But she left. She went to France for a year, and came back a different girl.

Now, when I push, she pushes back.


Chapter 1 Teaser

The blood spills over my lips and onto the floor like a long strip of red paint. I let it pool in my mouth until it dribbles out, since everything hurts too damn much to spit. It’s coming out of my gums and tongue, but I only hope it’s not coming up from my stomach, too.
“Dad, please.” My voice shakes as my body shivers from the fear. I haven’t called him “Dad” in weeks, but I’m so scared. If he can see me as his son, then maybe he won’t hurt us anymore. Maybe he’ll just go back to the couch, drink, and leave us alone.
I kneel on the kitchen floor, shaking, with my hands tied behind my back. The itchy rope bites into my skin, but it doesn’t hurt like everything else. 
“Are you begging, you little pussy?” And the strap whips my back again.
I squeeze my eyes shut, wincing, as fire spreads across my shoulder blades.  Closing my mouth, I will myself not to make any noise as I breathe through my nose until the burning fades away. I just have to keep my head up. Last time it dipped with the pain, and he kicked me in the face. The skin on my lips feels stretched and swollen, and the slippery metallic taste of blood fills my mouth.
Her face flashes in my mind, and I crawl back into my head where she is. Where we are together. Her sunshine hair floats on the wind as we climb the rocks around the fish pond. I always climb behind her in case she stumbles. Her stormy blue eyes smile down at me.  
But my father breaks through. “You don’t beg! You don’t apologize! That’s what I get for letting that cunt raise you all these years. Nothing but a coward now.” 
My head jerks back and my scalp stings as he yanks me by hair to meet his eyes. My stomach rolls when I smell the beer and cigarettes on his breath. I want to breathe though my mouth so I won’t have to smell him, but I am so afraid to open it. Any sound or movement and he might hurt us more.
“At least Jax listens,” he grits out, and my stomach shakes from the nausea.  “Isn’t that right, Jax?” he yells over his shoulder.
My father releases me and walks over to the deep freezer in the corner of the kitchen and pounds twice on the lid. “You still alive in there?”
Every nerve in my face fires with pain as I try to hold back tears. I don’t want to cry or scream, but Jax has been in the freezer for almost ten minutes. Ten whole minutes and not making a sound! 
Why was my father doing this? Why was he punishing Jax when he was mad at me?
But I stay quiet, because quiet is how he likes his kids. If he gets what he wants, maybe he’ll let my brother out. He has to be freezing in there, and I don’t know if he has enough air. How long can someone survive in a freezer? Maybe he’s already dead.
God, he’s just a little kid! I blink back the tears. Please, please, please…
“So…” My father walks over to his girlfriend Sherilynn, a wacko crack head, and his friend Gordon, a fucking creepy ass lowlife who looks at me weird.
Both sit at the kitchen table enjoying whatever drug is on the menu today, not paying any attention to what is going on with the two helpless kids in the room.
“What do ya’ll think?” He puts a hand on each of their shoulders. “How are we gonna teach my boy to be a man?”
I jerked awake, my pulse pounding in my neck and head. My eyelids were heavy as fuck as I tried to blink away the blur, but I sat up and hurriedly scanned the room anyway. The morning light blared through my window like an air horn, and I brought my hand up to shield my eyes from the painful rays. 
I knew my father wasn’t here. I knew Gordon and Sherilynn were long gone, but I could never ignore the nip in my head that told me to always make sure.
So I scanned the room.
The shit on my dresser had been shoved to the floor, but it wasn’t unusual for me to make a mess when I was wasted. Other than some disarray, the room was quiet and safe.
It wasn’t until I’d made a full circle that my eyes finally rested on the lump next to me under the covers. Ignoring the thumping in my chest from the dream, I peeled the blanket back to see who I was dumb enough—or drunk enough—to let spend the whole night at my house.
Another fucking blonde.
What the hell was I thinking?
Blondes weren’t my thing. They always looked like good girls. Not exotic or even remotely interesting. Too pure.
They looked like the girl-next-door type.
And who really wanted that?
But the last few days all I wanted were blondes. It was like I had some sick pull to self-destruct over the one blonde I loved to hate.  
But…I had to admit, the girl was hot. Her skin looked smooth, and she had nice tits. I think she said something about being home for the summer from Purdue. I don’t think I told her about me still being in high school. Maybe I’d spring that on her when she woke up. Just for kicks.      
I leaned my head back but jerked it up again at the knock on my bedroom door.
“Jared?” my mother called, and I cringed.
My head throbbed like someone had stuck a fork in it all night, and I didn’t want to deal with her right now. But I hopped off the bed anyway and headed for the door before the girl next to me stirred. Opening it just a little, I eyed my mother with as much patience as I could muster.
She was wearing pink sweatpants and a long sleeve fitted t-shirt—nice for a Sunday, actually—but from the neck up, it was a mess as usual. She had her hair stuffed into a bun, and her make-up from the day before was smudged under her eyes.
Her hangover probably rivaled mine. The only way she was up and moving around was because her body was a hell of a lot more used to it.
“What do you want?” I asked.
I think she was waiting for me to let her in, but that wasn’t going to happen.
“Tate’s leaving.”
My heart started thumping in my chest again. Shit, was that today?
“So?” I overloaded on attitude.
She rolled her eyes at me. “So I thought you might get off your ass and say goodbye. She’ll be gone for a whole year, Jared. You were friends once.”
I just shook my head before shutting the door in her face.
Yeah, like I was going to go outside and give Tate a hug goodbye. I didn’t care, and I was happy to be rid of her.
But a lump formed in my throat all the same.
I slumped back against the door, feeling the weight of a thousand bricks fall on my shoulders. I’d forgotten that she was leaving today. I’d been pretty much drunk non-stop since the Beckman party two days ago.  
The air in the room got thick, and my chest felt tight. I could hear car doors slamming outside, and I told myself to stay where I was, because I did not need to see her.
“Jared!” I tensed up when my mother called from downstairs. “The dog got out. You better go get him.”
Great. Fucking great.
Wanna bet she let the damn dog out to begin with? And wanna bet she let him out the front door? I pinched my eyebrows so close together that it actually hurt.
Throwing on last night’s jeans, I jerked open the bedroom door, not caring if Purdue girl woke up, and stomped down the stairs.
My mother was waiting by the open front door, holding up the leash for me and smiling like she was so clever. Snatching it out of her hand, I walked outside and over to Tate’s yard.
Madman wouldn’t have gone anywhere else.
“Did you come to say goodbye to me?” Tate knelt on her front lawn near her dad’s Bronco, smiling like it was Christmas morning. Her eyes were squeezed shut as Madman nuzzled her neck, and I swallowed at the sound of her giggle, loving it more than I wanted to admit.
He was happy, too, wagging his tail with giddy delight, and I momentarily felt like I was intruding.
“Oh, well, I love you, too!” She sounded like she was speaking to a child, all sweet and shit, as Madman kept nudging and licking her face.
He shouldn’t love her this much. What had she done for him in the past two years?
“Madman, come,” I barked, not really to the dog.
Tate’s eyes shifted up to me. “You don’t have to be such a jerk.” She stood up, scowling, and it was then that I noticed what she was wearing.
The Nine Inch Nails t-shirt I’d given her when we were fourteen, and my chest swelled for some stupid unknown reason. 
I’d forgotten she had it. Okay, …not really. I guess I didn’t realize that she still had it.
She probably didn’t even remember that I’d given it to her, but I didn’t mind that she still wore it. She could definitely fill out now.
Kneeling down to hook Madman’s leash onto his collar, I fixed her with a very polished, bored expression. “You’re talking again.”
My disinterested tone, though, was a complete lie.
The truth was I lived to mess with her. Even now, knowing that she was leaving for a year, I had a tough time trying to convince myself that she didn’t matter.
I’d be happier without her around, I told myself. She was nothing.
And yet, I heard the little voice in the back of my head. She was everything.
As a childhood friend, she’d been my rock. But as my enemy she’d been my food. She’d been all of my nourishment to keep me strong.
She shook her head, the hurt in her eyes clear as she turned to walk away.
She wasn’t fighting back, I guess. Not today. The party on Friday night must have been a one-time deal. 
“Is that what you’re wearing on the plane?” I asked, sneering.
What the hell, dickhead? I should’ve just walked away, but hell, I couldn’t stop engaging her. It was an addiction.
She turned back to me, her fingers fisting up. “Why do you ask?” 
“Just looks a little sloppy is all.” But that was a bold-faced lie.
The black t-shirt was worn out, but it clung to her fit body like it was made just for her, and her dark jeans hugged her ass, telling me exactly what she would look like naked. She looked like fire and sugar, and I wanted to gorge and burn at the same time.
“But no worries,” I continued. “I get it.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Get what?”
Leaning in, I taunted her with a smug grin. “You always liked wearing my clothes.” My voice was almost a whisper.
Her eyes widened, and with as pale as her skin was, there was no mistake that she was pissed. It was raging all over her tough little face.
And I smiled to myself, because I fucking loved it.
She didn’t run away, though.
“Hold on.” She held up her pointer finger and turned to walk to the truck. 
 Digging under the front seat, in the emergency pack her dad kept there, she fished out something and slammed the car door shut. By the time she’d huffed back over to me, I saw that she had a lighter in her hand.
Before I could even register what was happening, she’d peeled off her shirt and exposed her perfect chest in a sexy ass sports bra.
My heart damn near shifted with the fucking pounding in my chest.
Holy shit.
I watched, not breathing, as she held up the shirt, flicked the lighter, and dipped the hem into the flame, bringing it to ash piece by piece.
Son of a bitch! What the hell was happening with her all of a sudden?
My gaze flashed to hers, and time stood still as we watched each other, forgetting the flaming material between us. Her hair danced around her body, and her storm-filled blue eyes pierced my skin, my brain, and my ability to move or speak.
Her arms shook a little, and her breaths, although steady, were deep and fueled by emotion. She was nervous as hell. 
Okay, so breaking Madoc’s nose the other night wasn’t a fluke. She was fighting back. Maybe she thought that since she was leaving town, she could throw caution to the wind.
But she wasn’t doing that exactly. No. She was just throwing caution away all together.
And my fists balled up with renewed energy.
It may have been a moment or an hour, but I was suddenly paralyzed by how much I would miss her. Not miss hating her or controlling her.
Just miss her.
And with that realization, I tightened my jaw so hard it ached.
She still owned me.     
“Tatum Nicole!”
Her dad yelled from the porch, and we both jumped back to reality. He raced over and grabbed the shirt out of her hand, stomping it out on the ground.
My eyes hadn’t left hers, but the trance was broken and I was finally able to let out a breath. “See you in a year, Tatum,” I bit out, hoping it sounded like a threat.
She said nothing, only glared at me while her father ordered her inside for a shirt.
I walked back over to my house with Madman at my side and wiped the cool sweat off my forehead. 
Goddamn. I sucked in air like it was going out of style.
Why couldn’t I get that girl out from under my skin?! Her hot little pyrotechnics weren’t going to help flush her out, either.
Fear took root in my brain as I realized that she was really leaving. I wasn’t going to be in control of her anymore. She’d live every day not thinking of me. She’d go on dates with any asshole that showed interest. And what was worse was that I wouldn’t see her or hear of her. She’d have a life without me in it, and I was scared.
Everything, all of a sudden, felt foreign and uncomfortable. My house, my neighborhood, the idea of going back to school in a week.
“Fuck,” I growled under my breath.    
This shit had to end.
I needed a distraction. Lots of distractions.
Once inside, I released the dog and climbed the stairs to my bedroom, digging my phone out of my pocket on the way.
If it were anyone else calling, Madoc wouldn’t answer this early. But for his best friend, it only took two rings.
“I’m. Still. Sleeping,” he grumbled. 
“You still up for throwing a pool party before school starts?” I asked, switching on Buckcherry’s Crazy Bitch on the iPod dock on my dresser.
“We’re talking about this now? School isn’t for another week.” He sounded like half of his face was buried in a pillow, but it was how he talked these days. After Tate broke his nose the other night, he had trouble breathing out of one of his nostrils. 
“Today. This afternoon,” I said, walking over to my window.
“Dude,” he blurted out. “I’m still dead from last night.”
And in truth, so was I. My head was still swimming from the liquor I’d tried drowning in the night before, but there was no way I could sit around all day with nothing but my thoughts keeping me company.
Tate going to France for a year.
Standing in the front yard in her bra, lighting fires. 
I shook the images from my head.
“Then hit the gym and sweat out the hangover. I need a distraction,” I ordered.
Why did I just say that? Now he would know something was wrong, and I didn’t like people knowing my shit.
“Is Tate gone?” he asked, almost timidly.
My shoulders tensed, but I kept my tone even as I watched her come out of her house in a new shirt. “Who’s talking about her? You throwing a party or not?”
The line was quiet for a few seconds before he mumbled, “Uh, huh.” He sounded like he had more to say but wisely decided to shut his damn mouth. “Fine. I don’t want to see the same people we saw last night, though. Who are we inviting?”
Looking over at the Bronco pulling out of the driveway and the fucking blonde driver that didn’t once turn around to look back, I clenched the phone to my ear. “Blondes. Lots of blondes.”
Madoc exhaled a quiet laugh. “You hate blondes.”
Not all. Just one.
I sighed. “Right now, I want to drown in them.” I didn’t care whether Madoc connected the dots or not. He wouldn’t push, and that’s why he was my best friend. “Send out texts and get the drinks. I’ll grab some food and head over in a few hours.”
I twisted around when I heard the purest little moan coming from the bed. The Purdue girl—I forgot her name—was waking up.
“Why not come over now? We can head to the gym, and then gather supplies,” Madoc suggested, but my eyes were hot on the bare back of the girl in my bed. Her squirming had nudged the blanket down to the top of her ass, and her face was turned away from me. All I saw was the skin and her sunshine blonde hair.
And I hung up on Madoc, because my bed was the only place I wanted to be right then.


I personally cannot wait for this book. We finally get to hear Jared's side. To read my review on Bully (Fally Away #1), click here.

Review: Ablaze by Morgana Black


Fireside Series Vol. 1

Cheyenne is planning the perfect weekend with her partner to be Collin. But when the weather turns ugly she finds herself trapped in a cabin with dangerously attractive Luke, one of her father’s ranch hands. When the power goes out Luke and Cheyenne make the decision to keep each other warm, in more ways than one.

My Review

3 Blazing Stars!

I enjoyed this novella a lot. A lot. The only problem is that it was way too short and was over way too soon. I wanted more of Luke and Cheyenne. And that ending? Ugh! When is book two coming out? I need it like yesterday.

Putting the ending side, this was a wonderful teaser though. I say teaser because in this book, we only get a glimpse of Cheyenne and Luke's character. Cheyenne is an okay character for me. I know she's a rich girl whose life was pretty much mapped for her already. She did what was expected of her. One of them was to marry a guy befitting her status in society, in other words, a guy that her daddy approves.

Luke is the mysterious ranch hand who came to work for Cheyenne's family. He came to work for them under such unbelievable circumstances that I don't quite know what to think of it yet. But Luke is definitely mysterious and I felt like there is more to him that he's letting on.

The other guy mentioned in the book was Collin, Cheyenne's almost boyfriend. I don't want him to be a total douche but abandoning your almost girlfriend in the middle of a blizzard without informing anyone was just unacceptable. But I am interested in finding out more about him.

Overall, a good way to start a series. I'll definitely look forward to the second installment. What can I say? I'm hooked. ♥♥

*A copy of the book is provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.*

29 July 2013

Now or Never by A.J. Bennet Book Blitz!!

About the Book

Now or Never  by A.J. Bennett
Publication date: June 19th 2013
Genre: New Adult Contemporary

Twenty-one year old Grayson Alexander finally breaks away from an abusive relationship and finds herself free for the first time in three years.

Determined to enjoy her new-found freedom, Grayson is intent on sticking with ‘no strings attached’ relationships—one-night stands, and steamy sex.

But she didn’t plan on Derrick.
Her attraction to the sexy man in uniform quickly turns into an unhealthy relationship. They both try to resist the pull, but neither can stay away.

When tragedy strikes, Grayson realizes it’s now or never—walk away or make it work.


      Why was she acting like an idiot? He was just a guy; he probably didn’t even give her another thought after their brief eye gaze exchange.

     Once she got her drink, she made her way to the cream and sugar stand to grab a napkin and hightail it out of there. Grayson turned to leave and slammed into a solid wall of muscle.


     Coffee spilled on her hand and down the front of his black T-shirt. As she held the remains of her coffee out of harms way, her chest pressed firmly against his. Horrified, she lifted her gaze.

      He cupped her elbows with both hands and steadied her, his startling green eyes ringed with gold swept over her. Then he reached around her, grabbed a napkin, and wiped the hot coffee off her hand. She caught herself giving him the once over while she had his gaze elsewhere; he was so hot, his dark red hair was so fitting to his rugged facial features. 

     “You alright?”

     Grayson mumbled something that didn’t sound like English. Her breath caught at her throat as she took in his powerful frame: his legs were slightly parted and his faded jeans clung to his muscular thighs. His T-shirt was stretched over his broad shoulders.

     He smiled instantly softening his hard face. “Why don’t you come and sit down with me?”

     “Um, what?”

     He tilted his head towards his seat, “The cafe is full. You can share my table.”

     Good grief.
     All she did was make eye contact with the guy, and now he thought that gave him the right to invite her to sit down? She’d clearly been in a relationship way too long, because she had no idea how to react to his question. A part of her was curious about this man who made her heart rate speed up with just a glance, but a much bigger part of her wanted to turn and run. She just got out of one relationship; she wasn’t about to start another the moment she drove into town. Besides, she’d always heard two redheads were a disaster waiting to happen. 

     No thanks, she thought, I have had enough disaster in my life for at least five more years. 

     Although, her mother claims she’s only half redhead, the other half light blonde. So maybe it would only be half a disaster? 

     Snap out of it Grayson, she thought, trying to get her shit together and not look like a blabbering idiot.

     “I can’t. I have to meet my family. But thanks for the offer.” Grayson tried to step by him, but he widened his stance and blocked her. 

     “Can I at least give you my number?”

     Oh my God, Grayson thought, this guy was persistent. He was hot as hell, but come on. 

     “Do you hit on every girl who walks through the door?” Grayson asked with a little attitude in her voice; she couldn’t let another man gain the upper hand on her so fast.

     He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and she wondered how old he was. “Not all of them.”

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A.J. Bennett lives in Nashville, TN with her husband and bulldog. She’s addicted to coffee, popcorn and books. Becoming an author has been a lifelong dream, and she’s extremely excited about her debut novel Now or Never.

Author links: Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter

27 July 2013

Blog Tour Stop: Axel by Harper Sloan

Hello my lovelies!!

I have an exciting surprise for all of you today. Axel is coming to Ever After Romance Book Blog! Yup! You heard it right. He's bringing his usual hunky self along with Izzy and the rest of Security Corps. And if that isn't enough for you, Ms. Harper Sloan will be here for an exclusive interview about Axel and the gang and she has come bearing some awesome giveaways for all of you. 

First up, we're going to have Ms. Sloan's interview, which kindly answered some of the most inane questions from moi. I will also be posting my review for Axel. And if you scroll down at the bottom of page, you will find a Rafflecopter Giveaway where seven (that's right folks, seven) ebook copies of Axel will be given away along with a $10 Amazon giftcard.

I do hope you enjoy what we have in store for you today. And oh, don't hesitate to comment, gab or whatever about Axel, about Ms. Harper or whatever. I would love to hear from you guys!


~♥~ Interview with Ms. Harper Sloan ~♥~

What inspired you to write the story of Axel and Izzy?  

Axel.  He was the bones to the story.  Everything and everyone else just kind of followed.  I hadn’t actually planned on the story going in the direction it went.  The only think I knew was that Axel would be Axel.  I was driving home from carpool one day and he just popped in and wouldn’t leave.  The rest is…beautiful history! 

How difficult was it for you to incorporate domestic abuse into your story, emotionally and research-wise? 

VERY.  There were times when I was writing that I had to stop completely and regroup.  It was hard to physically put my mind in that place but even harder with the knowledge that it is a real situation for way too many people.  There were a few times that I had considered taking it all out.  There were even more times that I wanted to throw my computer across the room.  Emotionally it was heartbreaking, research wise it was difficult to take, but in the end I like to think I gave Izzy back something she had lost…something important that could maybe help someone else in her position.  It’s not pretty, and I know this…but it is unfortunately very real.
I know music played a big part in your writing process, and there were a lot of songs you mentioned at the beginning of the book, name your top five.  

Oh boy…only 5? 


Okay.  I think I can do that. 
1. Disturbed ‘Down with the Sickness’ because without that song there is no way in hell I would have been able to slip into psycho.  I like to refer that song as Brandon’s theme song.  
2. Maroon 5 ‘Sad’, it touched me.  The first time I heard that song all I could think about was Izzy.  And the version sang by Amber Carrington is haunting, so haunting.  
3. Incubus ‘I Miss You’, fitting and a kick ass song. 
4. Tim McMorris ‘Overwhelmed’, if you read the book—you get this.  J 
5. Coldplay ‘Fix You’, it’s everything that Axel and Izzy are…it is my book theme song.  

If Izzy were to sing one song to Axel, what would it be?

 Etta James ‘At Last’

Perfect. What about Axel? What song would Axel sing to Izzy? 

‘Baby Got Back’?? Just kidding!   Dave Matthews Band ‘Crash Into Me’, when I heard that song loop through on my iTunes while writing I just KNEW it was his song for Izzy.

Favorite scene/part of the book? 

Toss up.  Between the dock and Christmas.  Both.  But if I had to pick one of those it would be the dock scene.

Awesome choice. I love the dock scene as well. Is there a particular scene that as you read it now, you're thinking, ugh, I wish I did this or I wish she said this or he said that?

YES!  The ‘after smudge’ scene.  I wouldn’t change much…but there is ONE Izzy line that to this day makes even me mad as hell.

I love Maddox! (Sorry, Axel) Are we going to see a Maddox-Emmy tandem or you're still dreaming up the perfect heroine for him? Because you know,  I'm totally applying for the job. (Not joking here.)
HAHA!!!  I will admit, I have a BIG soft spot for Mad, and knowing his story…well—I have fallen hard for the silent giant.  But, YES!  Emmy is made for Maddox.  He doesn’t know it yet, but that man won’t be able to say no forever!  ;)

Great. Thank you, Harper for giving us a time out of your day to answer our questions. We're definitely looking forward to Cage and the rest of the boys. ;)

My pleasure. ;)

Fate hasn’t always been friends with Isabelle West. In fact, fate has been a down right bitch.
Isabelle has learned the hard way how hard life can be when fate isn’t by your side. It can hand you dreams on silver platters, but it can snatch them right back and hand you nightmares. One thing Isabelle knew for sure fate was consistent with was taking away everything she ever loved.
For the last two years Isabelle has been slowly clearing the clouds of her past. Happiness is finally on the horizon. She has a thriving business, great friends, and her life back. All she has to do is jump over the last hurdle…her ex-husband.
When problems start causing her to fear her new life, and memories that are better left forgotten start rushing to the surface the last thing she needs is a ghost from her past to come knocking on her door.
Axel never thought he would look into the eyes of Isabelle West again, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to now. He’s carried his anger for so long he isn’t sure he can just turn it off, but when he is faced with protecting her and an unexpected desire to have her again, life gets a little more complicated.
How will Axel and Isabelle deal when all their cards are put on the table and everything they thought was true blows up in their faces?

Check out my review for Axel here!!

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About Harper Sloan

Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husbands chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!

Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.

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