tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61424167171241063942024-03-06T00:20:17.005-08:00A Reader Lives A Thousand LivesWe are 2 Moms whose passions for reading only come second to our families. Between the 2 our us, we have 7 kids ranging from 13 to 2, work outside the home and still find time to each 100+ books each a year. Welcome to our wild world filled with tons of books (and reviews!) and no more diapers! (Thank the Lord!) Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06833943075389636225noreply@blogger.comBlogger179125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6142416717124106394.post-31464930958118292922016-03-01T20:58:00.000-08:002016-03-01T20:58:14.293-08:00Ode to Kristen Ashley<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Reasons Why I have an #AuthorCrush on this woman. <br />
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1) Kristen creates these worlds that you become a part of on page one. You can be making coffee at Fortum's, learning the ropes of how to be a Biker Babe with Chaos, managing your day to day life in the 'Burg all while trying to NOT get kidnapped, stabbed, buried alive or become the characters in a best selling series written by an anonymous person. <br />
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2) This love isn't an ordinary, run of the mill love you find in her books. This is a STOP THE PRESS!... Hung the Moon love. It hits you so deeply that you fall in love right along with the characters. It isn't all romantic love either. There are friendships, mentorships, parental relationships and more that are formed throughout her books that are just earth shatteringly beautiful with their words and actions. <br />
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“I figured the Nightingale Investigations job application form had the question "Are you hot? Yes. No. If you answered no, please exit the building.” (Rock Chick Revenge) <br />
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“Wars fought over a face like this,” he murmured like he was talking to himself, my heart stopped beating and his thumbs moved lightly across my cheeks. “A man would work himself into the ground for it, go down to his knees to beg to keep it, endure torture to protect it, take a bullet for it,” his eyes came to mine, “poison his brother to possess a face like this.” (Knight)<br />
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“Do me a favor?”<br />“Sure.”<br />“In a second, I’m gonna pull over, get out my gun and give it to you. When I do, shoot me with it.”<br />“What?” she whispered.<br />“I’m facin’ another hour and a half of your music. I’d rather be dead.”<br />Silence then, “Shut up.” (Lady Luck) <br />
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“I love you, Bud," he whispered to Billy and two more tears escaped.<br />"I love you too, Mitch," Billy whispered back, my breath hitched and both males' eyes came to me.<br />I waved my wineglass at them and murmured, "Don't mind me. Have your moment."<br />Mitch leaned back, letting Billy go and grinning at me. "Men don't have moments."<br />"You do," I returned. "I'm witnessing one."<br />"This isn't a moment, honey, it's a meeting of the minds," Mitch contradicted me.” (Law Man)<br />
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“<em>You gonna jump on-line and tell your geek squad you landed me?</em>” (Breathe) <br />
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“I’m Chaos?”<br />“Was my dick just in you?”<br />I fought an annoyed growl and said, “Uh... yeah.”<br />“Then you’re Chaos.” (Motorcycle Man) </div>
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4) And last, but Definitely NOT least ... SHE FRIGGIN ROCKS! You write her? She replies! You share the quote that made you fall in love with the character you are currently crushing on... she fangirls WITH you because you helped her remember WHY she loves that character. I hope one day to meet this lady and get her to sign EVERYTHING... including my first born. :) <br />
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In the comments below, tell me: WHO IS YOUR #AuthorCrush? Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06833943075389636225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6142416717124106394.post-86851949307534833472016-01-02T07:03:00.001-08:002016-01-02T07:03:27.087-08:00Quick Thoughts in the New Year<p dir="ltr">So, I've decided since reading 154 books last year that it is unrealistic that I am gonna review each and every one in massive detail, so I am going to try this.  Each week, I am going to review WHAT I've read during the previous week.  Now, an author who just wows me beyond words -looking at you Kristen Ashley - we might do a spotlight or such.... But, I'm committing this year to get back to the blog. ;) </p>
<p dir="ltr">Happy New Years Y'all <br>
And more importantly HAPPY READING!!!</p>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">The attraction was immediate. But, neither were going to act on it. He was her type, and she wasn't his. The General created some other issues, as well. He was stuck in this task, and it was far from what he wanted to do. He liked to be out and about in the field, while Eve craved stability and an uneventful home life. Falling for a military man - like her father - was OUT OF THE QUESTION. But, she couldn't get Oliver out of her mind. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Sydney created a masterpiece with Danvers. Each addition is such a strong addition to the story. So many series nowadays feel forced when they get to the length that Sydney has achieved, but now Danvers. Each novel feels like a piece that was missing from the one before. In </span><i style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">'Watch Over Me' </i><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">you catch Suzy grow to this woman who shows her fears, you get the humor from the guys like in this situation: </span></span><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Adam Dorsey was used to living a life of deceit and falsehood both professionally and personally. The former CIA operative—with an extremely high IQ—was ready for a quieter, more authentic life. Enter Jane, a gorgeous and adorable hazel eyed beauty that complicated his plan. No matter what she made him feel, he knew that he had to stay away from her for fear of damaging more than just her innocence… </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Jane Marshall always believed in the power of positive thinking and all that could create. She felt accomplished in her career, and was blessed with great friends and family. And yet, she questioned whether or not there existed a man that would be able to unleash and explore her inexperienced heart…until she laid eyes on Adam. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Will Adam be able to let go of his past and accept Jane for the genuine soul she truly is? Will Jane be able to navigate through never before had feelings? Are there some things that are even beyond the control of two highly intelligent people? Discover the truth in …Secret Kiss </span></i><br />
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<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Same goes for a funny Twilight reference! Why you ask? Maybe it allows me to really feel into the book. I worked at Borders during the CRAZINESS that was Twilight in real time. <b><i>He'd never had vampire urges before, but apparently, Jane brought out the Twilight in him. </i></b></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Crazy family members are THE BEST! </span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">And then there is Jane. I love Jane. Jane is awkward in social situation, uncomfortable being the center of attention and clumsy. So, to say to simply - she is me in book form. Therefore, I love her. </span></span></li>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Back to the book. Secret Kiss stars Jane, who we all know and love from working for Mike Gowan, a former congressman who moved to Hope Falls after falling in love with Nikki. Jane caught the interest of one Adam Dorsey. Adam, cousin to Levi (who owns JT's Roadhouse and is newly married to Shelby! LOVED their road to HEA too!) Adam is not interested in taking that road again with any woman, let alone the one who seems to captivate every thought whether he be working...working out or sleeping. When fate, and Lauren (Hope Falls resident celebrity realtor) places Adam in the only other house near Jane's cottage in the woods things become REAL. She was already concerned with her ability to share her office space with such a distracting specimen... but now she would have to see him in his sweat-drenched workout clothes that clung to every contour of his carved from stone body. Jane put it best when she thought: </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; text-align: center;"><b><i>"Oh yeah. That boy's a smitten kitten fo'sheezy breezy," Karina stated in her perfect slang, as if this were a fact. She was the only one of them would could pull that off. </i></b></span></div>
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<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">The love is real. The authors love for the characters they pen. REAL. The love between friendships. REAL. The love that everyone has for this little town. REAL. The love that Adam felt when he first laid eyes on Jane. REAL. I think this is what I love most about the books written by Melanie Shawn. The emotions are real. Not adjective filled ideas of emotions, but straight-up Paula Abdul lyric filled emotions. (Maybe with a little Vanilla Ice on the hook!) </span></span></li>
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<b><i>"Looks like you and your nana are sharing a canoe on your river trip down Denial." </i></b></span></span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">I need Eli to have his own story. I feel like he is ready to get down to business, and he is like the man who tries to pick up the woman RIGHT BEFORE she finds the one. :) I think he deserves a woman who is a damn handful. Like the Fab Four wrapped up into one kind of handful. </span></span></li>
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T.J. Kline first stole my book heart with her amazing Rodeo series. Let me dust of them cowboy boots and head out on the circuit. I was roped in! (Pun totally intended!) Her latest series, Healing Harts, is one of those series that grabs a lot of your heart strings and doesn't let them go until you are a whimpering emotional wreck in the corner rocking back and forth need of a hug. Wow. In a GREAT way, of course.<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Heart's Desire </i>you meet <b><i>"<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Jessie Hart has a soft spot for healing the broken, especially horses and children, but her business is failing and bankruptcy is looming. The one man who can save Heart Fire Ranch is the last man she wants to take advice from—financial expert Nathan Kerrington, the same man who broke her heart eight years ago.</span></i></b><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Julia doesn't do much other than spend time with her siblings and her dogs. Her past experiences have left her unable to trust anyone aside from her dogs. Pairing the right dog with the right person is her passion in life. Dylan is humoring his brother's final attempt to help him with his PTSD and lack of luster for life. He didn't know what he was getting himself into with a Hart woman. They are a damn handful. Totally worth it, but still. One thing I was waiting for was the initial showdown between Dylan and Justin. Those two are such men. Let the pissing battle ensue. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>"You don't like me, I get that. I can even respect that, but could you at least show your sister some gratitude for her hospitality and stop making her feel like her every move is being scrutinized?"</i></b></span></div>
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<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>"Really?" The screen door slammed, and they froze as Gage entered the house. "You two are like a couple of rabbits. Get a room!"</i></b></span></span></li>
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<b><i>Alyssa has learned the hard way not to believe first impressions, especially not in Hollywood. But, 400 miles from her former life with nowhere to go and no one to turn to, she places her trust in the handsome vet who comes to her rescue.</i></b></div>
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<b><i>There's no denying the connection between them, but when Alyssa's past shows up at the door, will their new relationship be able to withstand the storm?" </i></b></div>
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<b><i>"I was just waking you up. I thought that's how you princesses liked it."</i></b></div>
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<b><i>She frowned, letting her gaze slide over him. "I don't remember Disney ever having a jack-ass in one of their movies. </i></b></div>
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Justin lacks the confidence to think he can provide and be what Lyssa wants and needs and so he thinks... <i style="font-weight: bold;">He's better savor every moment because it wouldn't last. Woman like Alyssa, with champagne dreams, didn't want to settle for a country vet with a beer budget. </i>And then you have Lyssa who is so filled with her renewed sense of freedom that she doesn't want to allow Justin to take care of her because she fears it is what she is escaping with her ex.<i style="font-weight: bold;">Lyssa shook her head and arched a saucy brow at him. "Look, Aquaman, I'm not letting you boss me around, too." </i>Happy to see the spark in her, Justin simply replies, <b><i>"I thought we agrees, I'm more like Thor."</i></b><br />
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I don't want to give anything away, but you get one laugh-filled proposal, a WHOLE lot of sass, comic book love and a sense of complete in the Hartland. If you love a well-written story of love with a little country and a whole lot of real emotions from fear to laughter to the overwhelming need to protect by any means necessary - then this series is JUST FOR YOU. Before I leave you to go ONE-CLICK, I must leave you with some parting thoughts: </div>
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<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6000003814697px;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">His eyes went dark, hot, and heavy as they skimmed over her. "Honey, you know what they say about dancing, that it's an indication of how a man is in bed." </i>Be still, my beating heart... Justin is... damn. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6000003814697px;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">Nathan laughed quietly. "I'll admit I don't miss the suits, but no gel? That's just uncivilized." </i>Too much Nathan!!! </span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6000003814697px;">I can't get enough of the covers of these books. They are beautiful. Intense. Perfect. You can tell the love put in to choosing each one for the story. And it made the story that much more powerful. From the cover to the last word, you sense the author's love for the story she was telling. A huge FIVE stars from this lady. </span></span></li>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">The thrilling conclusion to the Billionaires and Bikers series!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">One tiny mistake turns Bee Carter's worst fears into a terrifying reality. She knows she isn't alone. The sexy, honorable man she adores stands by her side, willing to sacrifice his freedom to ease her concerns.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">But she yearns for more than he is offering. She wants a partner who will love her as fiercely as she loves him, who will say the words and mean them, and someone who will choose her because this is what he desires more than anything else, not merely out of a misguided sense of duty.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Will saying no to the man she loves earn Bee unbearable heartache or will she finally get the forever she craves?</span></i><br />
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<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Purple! What a perfect way to end. It is my favorite color. And speaking of covers - How hot is this one?!? *fans self*</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">I saw a lot of talk that there was little need for a 12 because 11 was pretty well ended. Let me tell you something I have learned... Cynthia doesn't write to fill pages. Everything in 12 was needed. Period. </span></span></li>
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">"Don't you have an article on this?" </i>I love him for this. I love Nicolas for his blunt manner of speech. Similar to Hawke in the way of being blunt - but oh so different. <i style="font-weight: bold;">His eyes sparkle. "I've never said I love ice cream." He shovels the sweet treat into his mouth with a boyish glee. "But I do. Very much." His lips curl upward. </i>Let's talk about my feelings in regards to my jellybean billionaire. First, I was #TeamNicolas for a large portion of this series. Even when it was obvious that Hawke was her person. Nicolas has something about him that calls to my soul. Or maybe it is just the love for jellybeans that he and I share. When I finally converted to the dark side and joined #TeamHawke, I fell for Nicolas on an entirely different level. His loyalty to Hawke and the protective vibe he had with Bee was beyond sweet...sprinkled with the perfect amount of sarcasm. Hawke plans this perfect scenario for Bee - everything she has always wanted - and offers her the grand gift of proving to everyone she is not who they think... and Bee makes me SO STINKIN PROUD in her reaction and her realizations that none of that matters. She has her man, she has her true friends (even if they are terrible...hehe) her Mom and she has her life. That is all that matters. Bee, Nicolas and Hawke were bound to have a fun dynamic once they got together, and they don't let me down with the asking of him to be the best man: </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>"I'll send you some articles." </i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>Nicolas gazes at me, appreciation in his brown eyes. "Are you trying to get me killed, Miss LaMarre? I'm not commenting on the attractiveness of our bride-to-be. I like my head where it is."</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>"Straight men don't know about fashion.: Kenzie is on Cyndi's side. </i></b></span></span></div>
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I binge read.<br />
When I find an author that is as incredible as Melanie Shawn, it becomes a mission to read EVERYTHING.<br />
I reviewed a few books individually, and then got so ridiculously caught up in the series - I looked up and had read over 10 books. When you read a series like this, where each book builds on the previous relationships, it is incredibly hard to see where one story starts and one ends... so what does a reviewer do?!? I review the hell out of the series... or try! LOL<br />
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Welcome to Harper's Crossing. This series has a total of 8 books and a HOT holiday novella. I have been debating on how to approach this posting, and I am not sure I have fully decided as I type... But, I am going to try a MEET THE CAST post. We will see if I can stay focused enough to try this.<br />
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<li><u><b>Jason Sloan</b></u> - We met Jason in the first book. Harper's Crossing's very own Romeo. Or so everyone thought. Alert: this man is swoon-worthy indeed. He is the boy who bends over backwards to make you happy, but takes NO credit. Does it for the smile. And this particular man did it for the smile of one girl named Katie. And this is where my obsession with Melanie Shawn began. </li>
<li><u><b>Riley Sloan</b></u> - The Sloan brother of few words. This guy is loyal. So much so, when he falls for Eddie's (his best friend) sister - he doesn't initially act on it. These Sloan boys are a force to be reckoned with when they set their sights on "THE ONE" And Eddie's sister, Rachelle "Chelle" Thomas doesn't stand a chance once she realizes she has been settling and that Riley is it for me. Man oh man... </li>
<li><u><b>Alex Sloan</b></u> - Alex. Let me start by saying OMG. Alex doesn't do relationships. Alex is clear with his expectations. Alex doesn't need to work for female companionship. A sexier than legal firefighter finds himself in the hospital after a work related accident. And this is where it gets interesting. Jamie Miller is new to HC and she happens to have been given ALEX DUTY at the hospital. Within minutes of waking up out of a coma and surrounded by his family - he asks a simple, yet loaded question of Jamie. <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Will you marry me?" he asked with a sexy, tempting half-smile on his face. </i>And Jamie's simple whispered reply of <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Yes" </i>is all he needed. I love the dynamic between these two. Nobody (Alex included) expected him to fall. But fall hard is what he did. When he finds out Jamie lives with a male by the name of Joey - he becomes insanely jealous asking her roommate and their family friend, Amber all about the situation. When the teasing stops and he is made aware that Joey is her young son - he feels a sense of relief. Amber sums up this humorous turn of events perfectly. <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Oh, how the mighty have fallen..." </i>The tough part, Jamie wasn't going to date. It seems the town has a different plan. It seems everyone is in cahoots to get them hitched. I have said it before and I am sure I will say it again - the grand gesture is my FAVORITE part, and Alex doesn't slouch in this area. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">"As far as me not being real big on monogamy, well, yeah - that was true - was being the operative word. That was before I met you, Jamie. But, now that's not the case. You are it for me. You are my social life. So if you don't date, that means I don't date. I could sit here and tell you exactly what I feel for you and make you a bunch of promises, but talk is cheap. I know the only way you will ever be able to trust me, to trust us, is to show you with actions how I feel and what you and Joey mean to me." </i>WOW. The thing about Jamie is... <i style="font-weight: bold;">"She got it. She got him. She was his person." </i>This story had so much more in it, but I refuse to ruin it for you. You will be a smitten kitten all over Alex like I was. </li>
<li><u><b>Seth Sloan</b></u> - The final Sloan boy not to be snatched up. (To explain, Bobby was the first married and we will learn about him in the end. And trust me, he is worth the damn wait!) Seth is the strong, silent type. He held the brunt of the guilt and pain surrounding the passing of his mother. A one-night stand that left him frazzled for years. When returning to HC, his world is flipped upside down with the mystery woman turns out to be HC's very own Amber. Amber has told stories about her Mystery Man and the night they shared so many years ago and her world was equally rocked when it is revealed <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Seth is Mystery Man!?" </i>So what does a resourceful woman do? Send their men to hold a pancake intervention to find out info from the mystery man himself. Again, Melanie Shawn pens the perfect dynamic. Amber and Seth are too funny together. <i style="font-weight: bold;">"And awkward silences don't really seem to bother you either." Her voice sounded shaky. "Is this awkward?" he asked, huskiness filling his voice.</i> I must admit that one of my favorite things about his series is the references that bring me back to my childhood. Sometimes I find myself having to Google something to understand (which don't get me wrong I LOVE because I learn new stuff) but I felt at home reading these books. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">"You think that many people are still so angry that they never had a hit after Peaches in 1996 that The Presidents of The United States of America has to hire a security detail this many years later?" </i>This coupling has so much unspoken emotion that I can't help but smile. Everyone has that person that just knows what the other one is thinking or feeling. Seth is very protective of Amber and she finds humor in some of his antics and ultimatums. My favorite exchange between them was wordless. <i style="font-weight: bold;">"What's he doing? Hmmmm...well, currently, he's sitting across from me, eating pizza. And if my mind-reading skills are up to par, then I would say he desperately wants to call me a smartass right now." Seth lifted his water bottle and nodded his head, indicating that she was correct. </i>And then you have the fact that Seth is a scary man. A man that has faced all kinds of evil in his years of service, but he was no match for Amber. <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Amber," he growled. "What?" she s asked faux-innocently. He stared at her. A stare that had broken assassins, terrorists, traitors. She just smiled. </i>Toss a bouquet and a garter belt and call it a day with this couple. </li>
<li><u><b>Bobby Sloan</b></u> - Bobby. Bobby is the youngest of the Sloan boys and the first to be hitched. Bobby married Sophie after 6 months of dating and has been happily married for the last 3 years. Bobby has been working for his Dad's construction company for as long as he can remember. He hates it. Patiently waiting to find a way into his brother, Seth's security company. When the opportunity presents itself, he hands in his resignation to his other brother, Jason. Bobby, being a man of few words, shares a moment with Jason that Alex so appropriately ruins in his sexy Alex way. (Yes, nine books into the series and Alex still does it for me!) <i style="font-weight: bold;">Jason nodded, and Bobby could see that his words had meant something to his brother. He pulled Bobby into a hug as Alex sniffed and teased, "I feel like such a third wheel in this Taster's Choice bromance moment." </i>Throughout the series, I always had questions about Bobby, and was so pleased to get a glimpse... even just a novella size glimpse into the inner workings of the first marriage. Bobby may not say much with his words, but his actions always showed he meant business when it came to Sophie. <i style="font-weight: bold;">Alex often joked around that Bobby should just get it over with. "Just whip it out and pee around her feet to mark your territory." </i>I can't go into much with this novella, without giving too much away. This was a perfect way to wrap up the series. I loved the kinky texts exchanged between the two. It was sweet to see an established relationship and not one still in its infancy. I will leave Sophie to sum up their story with one line, <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i>In one day, her perfect, balanced life had gone all Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and gotten flipped, turned upside down. </i></b></li>
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">While they'd been doing their little dance, the lyrics of that old Ludacris song were playing her head. "When I move you move, just like that. When I move you move, just like that." It had been so comical she'd almost burst out laughing. </i>As a mother, stories that involve children always touch me in a special way. Nothing is more beautiful than a person who loves a child that is not theirs as if they were their own flesh and blood. </li>
<li><u><b>Krista Sloan</b></u> - Krista grew up with the Chase Malone. Chase has been in the spotlight years as a part of a very successful band, and now as a solo artist. Chase never forgot Krista. He, without fail, acknowledged birthdays, Christmas, Valentine's day, and their anniversary. Krista never forgave. But she also never forgot him. And being the girl who was on-again off-again with Chase often lead to a LOT of questions about him. When he returns to CH to see his mother who was in the hospital, Krista is the one who takes his breathe away. When her sisters grilled her about seeing him again, her response made me giggle, "<i style="font-weight: bold;">I felt like I was going to throw up and also like it was Christmas morning and I'd just opened up the toy I'd wanted all year." </i>I adored their rekindling, and it warmed my rock star loving heart. Chase had never given up on Krista, but he never wanted to return to HC. Once he did, he knew she was home. <b><i>The path might not be clear, but the answer to those questions was as clear as a bright, sunny day: whatever it took. </i></b></li>
<li><u><b>Jessie Sloan</b></u> - Jessie is my favorite Sloan sister. Her quiet demeanor and refusal to have useless chatter makes me giggle. Jessie liked her space, and this is why she was house hunting in the city. Enter Zach Courtland. <b><i>Holy mother of pearl. </i></b>By a hilarious misunderstanding, they enter an agreement to be a fake couple to acquire the amazing rental. Let the comedy begin. This lady of few words, like several of her male cousins, finds herself a bumbling mess around Zach. <i style="font-weight: bold;">"What I mean before was that you can leave the house now if you want. Until I get rid of my family Usually, I am an excellent communicator. I mean, in the sense that I can clearly communicate what I want to. Not that I communicate all that often. Well, around you I do, but not well. You seem to have caused a short circuit between my brain and my mouth." </i>Zach is NOT Jessie's type. The boxer is sweats and taped up hands while Jessie is a PR genius. They are the epitome of opposites attract. Where Jessie refused to repeat her ABC's as a child because nobody offered a valid reason for her to, Zach had her opening up about stuff she didn't dare touch with a ten foot pole. Zach took care of her in a way she didn't realize she craved. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b style="font-style: italic;">Honestly, if she found out that Zach was Superman - not in the abstract sense, but really Superman - it would make more sense to her than his just being a normal man who did not possess superpowers. </b>The fake relationship that grew between them was visibly turning into something real to everyone except the two involved. At Thanksgiving, at holiday work parties and her sister's wedding, feelings became something more than just a situation of convenience. Even Becca, who was 3...maybe 4 sheets to the wind was able to see what they couldn't. <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Because," Becca sighed dramatically, "He doesn't know that you know that he's your lobster." </i>(Swoon at the Friends reference!) Once they realize they are acting stupid - then life gets in the way. Man, this one was bumpy!!! But, I love a Vegas wedding as much as Britney Spears! YAY! </li>
<li><u><b>Becca Sloan</b></u> - Becca has been denying to everyone (and their mothers) the connection that her and Brian share. Brian and Becca have been the best of friends for their entire lives. And Becca has become incredibly used to this line, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"He's not my boyfriend..." </i>He was her ninja in Pre-K, and the best friend a girl could ask for. And for him, <i style="font-weight: bold;">The yin to his yang. The Scrappy Doo to his Scooby Doo. The Robin to his Batman. His partner in crime. Becca was his heart. </i>Brian attended film school in NYC, but has been home the past year doing what he does best. Taking care of those he loves. During that time, he has been Beckles' dates to family weddings and realizing that he might have always loved her. <i style="font-weight: bold;">She definitely didn't have the voice of an angel. Honestly, Brian was pretty sure that Becca couldn't stay on key if her life depended on it, but hearing her sing was one of the sweetest sounds in the world to him. </i>(Crap a duck... Brian MIGHT give Grandpa J a run for his money in the sweet department!) This summer they both were just trying to get through the summer without ruining their friendship. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Toss in a reality dating show, a cowboy named Colton and a few bimbos in a castle, and you have the recipe for a love story that people write about in fairy tales. (SIDENOTE: Becca's need to reference 80's movies to calm herself down is beautiful. Straight up perfection.) Brian is no slouch when it comes to expressing all the feels, but Becca is awkward. When she so eloquently expresses why Brian rocks, I teared up - had to grab tissues for reals. I will not give you the whole speech, because you need to READ THE DANG book!!! But, I will share my favorite part. <i style="font-weight: bold;">"...He has a smile that makes you do things you would never do in a million years. I call it his bad-boy smile. When he flashes that smile, people - myself included - just follow him blindly. </i>And then in pure Brian fashion, when asked on the show about his friendship with Becca, he flawlessly replies, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"No, Becca's not just my friend. She's part of me. As much a part of me as my limbs, because she's the strength I stand on. My lungs, because she's the air I breathe..." </i>HAHA! You didn't think I was gonna give up all the goods, did you?!? I am not THAT easy. </li>
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<li>There is always talk about the proposals, and the boys are always trying to outdo each other. Well, as Grandpa J has done their whole lives, he can teach these boys a thing or two about the most EPIC proposal. <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Well, I puffed out my chest and put on a little show like i was might offended at her accusation. Then I got down on one knee, pulled out the ring I'd been saving up for all summer, and I said 'Yes ma'am, they were. I was practicing keeping a smile on your face, which I plan to do for the rest of my life, and getting my confidence up to ask you to do the honor of being my wife." </i>(Holy double SWOON to the second power.) </li>
<li><b><i>But the fact that he'd saved "our" seats made her want to do the happy dance. In fact, inside she was doing the Moonwalk, Electric Slide, Cabbage Patch, Roger Rabbit and Pony. (Eddie & Haley) </i></b></li>
<li>Zach made me giggle with the inanimate objects he became jealous of: Forks, Straws and Jessie's thumb. Lordy lordy. </li>
<li>Jessie's take on Christmas tree decorating: <b><i>"It just drove me crazy that there were no patterns, no structure. I couldn't be a part of that, so I had to remove myself." Jessie's voice was filled with conviction. "But you stopped helping decorate the tree at three." Haley shook her head with a look of disbelief of her face. "At three years old, you went on strike because you didn't like how we put up the decorations?" "Pretty much." </i></b></li>
<li>I hope for a spin-off or a novella with Billy's story. (Billy is Zach's boxing buddy) <b><i>"You all right?" Billy looked up at Zach like he wasn't really sure how to answer that. "I mean...damn" "If boxing doesn't work out, you should try to get a job at Hallmark," Zach teased. "Come on. 'Damn' wants us to follow her." </i></b></li>
<li>When Becca and her "prince" Colton realized they would never work out. <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Then he just smiled and said that he knew it would never work out between us. I said 'Yeah, because we're both in love with other people.' He said, 'No, because you're a vegetarian and I'm a cattle rancher." </i>(Oh geez!) </li>
<li>Chelle's thoughts on Sloan men: <b><i>"What is it with you Sloan men popping the question first and declaring your love second?" </i></b></li>
<li>Alex being Alex. <b><i>Seth took a deep breath through his nose, then instructed Alex. "Stay with her." As he walked to go check out the back lot, he heard his brother say, "Is it wrong that I want to tell him he's not the boss of me?"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i style="background-color: #f6f7f8; color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Melanie: I actually just posted about this on Facebook! There’s a song called “Blue Sky” by Francesca Battistelli that reminds me of Cat and Jace from our book Someday Girl. Specifically, I feel like Cat would love the song, but Jace would feel it was too bouncy and peppy for him, musically - while secretly loving the sentiment.</b></i></div>
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<i style="background-color: #f6f7f8; color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><br /></b></i>
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<i style="background-color: #f6f7f8; color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Melanie: I’m not even kidding about this, and Shawna can confirm - I have an uncanny ability to pick up on secret relationships between people. If they’re having an affair, or they hate each other and are trying to hide it...anything like that. I pick up on it, and it always turns out to be true later. One time I even picked up that someone was having an affair with his secretary from hearing a story that someone else was telling about him, and the secretary was barely in the story!</b></i></div>
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<i style="background-color: #f6f7f8; color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Melanie: My dog is sitting right next to me, so I have to type “dog person” or he’ll get offended. Good thing it’s true!</b></i></div>
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<i style="background-color: #f6f7f8; color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Melanie: Don’t choose your college based on rankings and trying to get into the most prestigious school you can. That shit won’t matter in the end, trust me! Choose your college based on visiting the places you’re considering. Go to the one that makes your skin tingle and your brain feel alive and your heart feel like it just came home!</b></i></div>
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<span data-reactid=".rn.$mid=11434338046789=2247018716b8b72e229.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$end:0:$text146:0" style="background-color: #f6f7f8; color: #373e4d; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="line-height: 15.3599996566772px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>10) Tell me about your best author fangirl moment! (Either one you had or one someone had with you!)</b></i></span></span></span></div>
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<i style="background-color: #f6f7f8; color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Melanie: No contest, it’s when we were on the Amazon Author ranking right under Michael Connelly. Screenshots for days! </b></i></div>
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<span style="color: #373e4d; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></div>
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<i style="background-color: #f6f7f8; color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Shawna: Oh this is easy peasy. It was the first time Carly Freaking Phillips shared one of our books on her Facebook page then messaged me to ask if I wanted to be part of a promotion she was doing. I still remember getting the message. I read it and re-read it and then sat at my desk crying for a good thirty minutes. I am a HUGE Carly Phillips fan (just in case that wasn’t clear!). Not in a million years did I ever think she would be aware of my existence, much less read something Melanie and I had written! Over the last year and half we’ve gotten to know each other and I still can’t believe it any time I have any interaction with her. I have to pinch myself and then try not to gush about how amazing she is and attempt to be somewhat professional. It’s a challenge people, let me tell you. I heart her SO much!</b></i></div>
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<span data-reactid=".rn.$mid=11434338046789=2247018716b8b72e229.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$end:0:$text162:0" style="background-color: #f6f7f8; color: #373e4d; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="line-height: 15.3599996566772px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>11) Are the men in your stories your ideal? Do you write them based off of someone?</b></i></span></span></span></div>
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<i style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="color: #45818e;">Melanie: No, we try to avoid tropes where we can, or at least give them a twist. </span></b></i></div>
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</span> As for being based on someone, we generally don’t base a character wholesale on someone else, but we do sometimes give a character one trait that is a tribute to someone we care about (like humor, or warm-heartedness).</b></i></span></span><br />
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<i style="background-color: #f6f7f8; color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><br /></b></i>
<i style="background-color: #f6f7f8; color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Shawna: My dad saw my mom at church when they were ten and fell head over heels in love with her. They started dating when they were 16 (she wouldn’t date him until he grew taller than her, lol), got married at eighteen and will be celebrating their 45th wedding anniversary in July. My dad cannot keep his hands off my mom and when he talks about her his face lights up. I truly believe he still sees the girl he fell in love with all these years later. I use his unwavering love and devotion as inspiration all the time when I’m writing my heroes.</b></i></div>
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<span data-reactid=".rn.$mid=11434338046789=2247018716b8b72e229.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$end:0:$text176:0" style="background-color: #f6f7f8; color: #373e4d; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="line-height: 15.3599996566772px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>12) Now, this one is important... Do you return your buggy to it's proper location after grocery shopping?</b></i></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span data-reactid=".rn.$mid=11434338046789=2247018716b8b72e229.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$end:0:$text190:0" style="background-color: #f6f7f8; color: #373e4d; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="line-height: 15.3599996566772px;"><i><b>The extra question, like the extra in a baker's dozen)</b></i></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 15.3599996566772px;">Can you leave us fans with some juicy tidbit? A secret? (WE WON'T TELL!) A pet peeve?</span></div>
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<i><b><span data-reactid=".rn.$mid=11434338046789=2247018716b8b72e229.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$end:0:$text196:0" style="background-color: #f6f7f8; color: #373e4d; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></i><br />
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<span data-reactid=".rn.$mid=11434338046789=2247018716b8b72e229.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$end:0:$text196:0" style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="line-height: 15.3599996566772px;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>Shawna: Oooh this is tough. Hmmm, well I don’t really have a lot of secrets. My life is boring. It consist of writing, taking care of my family, and teaching Zumba. Rinse and repeat. But a pet peeve of mine is when people cut in line. I know it sounds ridiculous, and it probably stems from my aforementioned rule following OCD, but it drives me crazy. Just wait your turn. How much do you really gain by being an inconsiderate jerk?! </b></i></span></span></span></div>
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<span data-reactid=".rn.$mid=11434338046789=2247018716b8b72e229.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$end:0:$text200:0" style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #cc0000; line-height: 15.3599996566772px;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sorry…I didn’t mean to rant, it just really </span><span style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">bugs me.</span></b></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #373e4d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap;">A big thanks to Melanie & Shawna for taking the time to chat with two book nerds like us! Also, thanks for rocking our literary worlds with what y'all do with a pen and paper! Can't wait to catch up with you when later books come out! </span></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">He was the bad boy...</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">After twelve years in the Marines Special Forces Riley Sloan is more than ready to start his new civilian life. No one to answer to. No one depending on him. No more dangerous rescues...he thought. After receiving a distress call he is sent on a recon mission to check on the one girl that is completely off limits and the only girl that ever made him question his loyalty. His best friend's little sister. She is the last girl he should want...but the only one he does. This could end up being the riskiest operation of his life.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">She was the good girl...</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Rachelle Thomas wouldn't hurt a fly. She is honest, kind and always sees the best in people. So she is completely blindsided when her fiancé dumps her for his pregnant 18 year old secretary. Confused and heartbroken she decides to head out of town to regroup. When her attempt to hide from the world worries her friends and family they send out a search party of one, Riley Sloan. Her brother's best friend and the star of all of her teenage (and adult) fantasies. She knows wanting him is wrong but she is tired of always doing the "right thing"...especially when Riley made the "wrong thing" feel so right.</span></i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">I literally had to tear myself away from the series to write my review. I read My Last and dove right into My Only because it was starring Alex. And that man... he is my heart. So, please excuse if my review is scatter-brained, out of order or... WAIT! What am I saying? My reviews are ALWAYS like this. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Chelle is my book Diamond Friend. I fell in love with her character in the last book and was rooting for her to find her HEA. But, with Alex? I was taken aback when Alex came to her rescue at the wedding, and I will admit I was a little jealous. (Ok... A LOT jealous... but, I have issues) When Chelle hides away to regroup after what should be the heartbreak of a lifetime, her friends have Riley pop in to check on her well-being. Enter the star of her teenage fantasies. One of my favorite parts of an enemies to lovers or friends to lovers story is the "RECONNECT" moment. Often times, an author will make this such a smooth and effortless encounter, when in reality - you know that crap is awkward with a capital "A." </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b><i><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">"Riley?" Chelle spoke his name in disbelief. Trying to make some sort of sense of what was going on, she asked, "Is it... What are you...What are you here?"</span></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b><i><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">"Sightseeing."</span></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b><i><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">"What?" she asked, bewildered. </span></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b><i><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">"Sightseeing," he repeated. </span></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b><i><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">"In my bedroom?" she murmured, puzzled. </span></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">I simply adored the ease of their interactions. What I got from the small stuff they did for each other was that it was ingrained in their DNA to be there for each other. No matter the distance or years that passed between them, other other person being okay was their end game. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>When you put a forkful of that long-forgotten favorite food into your mouth again, and it is like a mouth orgasm. This was like that. But with eyes. It was an eye orgasm. An eyegasm. </i></b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Both Chelle and Riley knew in their hearts this was it for them, but there were feelings of inadequacy or not wanting to pressure the other into something they didn't want. So, they pretended this was a light and short-lived fling. But, even their friends and family knew something was up. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>Tommy smiled. "Look, I know we haven't seen a lot of each other the last couple of years since I got out, but I do know you. And she's it for you. She's the real deal."</i></b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>"If you're doing fine, then why is he still there, Chelle?"</i></b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>"Sightseeing," she answered honestly. </i></b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>"Tell Riley to call me," Eddie barked. </i></b></span></span></span></div>
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<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">My favorite part about this story was the deep understanding that Chelle realized when spending time with Riley - SHE DESERVED BETTER. I think this is a great message to all women out there. Don't settle. No, love is not easy - but being treated like a Queen is a must. Find the man who will make sure you have your jacket. :) </span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Eddie and Riley made me smile. I was glad the protective brother role didn't just disappear when they hooked up. I am glad Eddie did what a brother needs to do - no matter HOW annoying he is to Chelle. I hope for my daughter's sake that her brothers will be like this. She is in the middle of two boys and only 16 months older than her younger brother, so I am sure she will date some of his friends. Oh lord... just the thought makes me giggle. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Katie asked a simple question of Chelle and her response was my all-time favorite declaration of love in a Romance book:</span></span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>"Uuuummmm...well, I kissed him because I have been in love with him since middle school. I kissed him because I have never felt about anyone the way I feel about Riley Sloan. No one evens comes in a close second. I kissed him because I can barely think of anything other than kissing him when he is within a four-block radius of me. No, scratch that - he doesn't even have to be in the same country as I am and it's hard not to think about it. I kissed him because I had to." </i></b></span></span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">I love series that involve brothers or groups of male friends. The glimpses into their friendships is a riot. A blast. Sexy as hell. And when Alex, Jason and Bobby realize Riley loves Chelle - Alex makes me laugh with his typical humor: </span></span></li>
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<li style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>"What the hell is wrong with you guys?" Alex shook his head in disgust. "You're droppin' like flies. First Bobby, then Jason, now you. What? Is there something in the water? I better stick with bottled just to be safe." </i></b></span></span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">I giggled out loud when a certain proposal was answered with <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Who told you?" </i>It took some bargaining, in a very Chelle & Riley way, but once he threw in breakfast - she was game. </span></span></li>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">So, as you can see... I loved this story. And a few additional random thoughts: </span></span></div>
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<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Kristyn and I NEVER read the same stuff. In the last 2 years, maybe 3 or 4 series. TOPS. But, I talked so much about the first book - she read it. And is reading through the series like a champ. Which is a huge compliment - because she isn't a big romance fan. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">I found myself reading every chance I got: while waiting in the LONG line at the drive-thru for lunch, not taking a lunch to read and waking up in the middle of the night to pee - but reading instead. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">I need to meet the authors. Like ASAP. Kristyn and I will fangirl and squeal and then we shall have coffee and talk about how Alex should have fallen in love with me. :) Luckily, I did not feel the jealousy when Alex met Jamie as I did when I thought Alex was trying to score with Chelle. </span></span></li>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>She stood back, opening the door wider. "Do you want to come in?"</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>He looked tortured by her invitation. "I can't" </i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>Ooookaay. Thinking she needed to lighten the mood, she smiled. "Well, if it's because you're a vampire, then no worries. I just invited you in, so...you're in the clear."</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>He looked confused. </i></b></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">For Cat Nichols, someday was finally here. Going away to college meant a fresh and new start for the girl who lived locked away in a prison of insecurities. She was ready to experience new things and meet new people. But she wasn’t ready for him…</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Jace Butler had experienced things that no person should have to. Trying to come to terms with his past and live in the present was a constant struggle for the man whose demons lie dormant beneath the skin of his rippling body and sexy smile. But when she walked into his life, the chance for a better life came with her…</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">After finding each other, Cat and Jace also find that both past and present issues are trying to ruin their chance for a better future. Issues that will have to be dealt with for once and for all…together or apart.</span></i><br />
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<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">The main character really spoke to me. Why, you ask?</span></span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">We are both named: Cat. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">We both are list driven. <b><i>"I was a list kind of girl."</i></b></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Adorkable. </span></span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">A freakin BAMBI reference in the book. Be still my Disney loving heart... </span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">She writes Pi-Kus. We need to be friends, me and Cat. It would be like John Green's book, <i><u>'The Abundance of Katherines. "</u></i></span></span></li>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>"I don't think you need to worry about that," he grinned. "I don't know you well enough - yet - to know if you're a dork or not. But I do know that you are adorable." </i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Eager to jump into the other books to see how their story plays out, but also for the fun cast of friends. Annabelle, Elijah's wife, is feisty. (To put it mildy.) <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Oh yeah!" Annabelle raged. "You're used to being the craziest bitch in any room! Well, you've never seen my Stockton side. You're used to turning on that cray cray faucet and having people crumble and do whatever you want because they don't want to find out how far you'll take it. Well, honey, I invented the cray cray faucet, and I guaran-fucking-tee you that you aren't willing to take it as far as I am..." </i>Yep. Annabelle is not the person you want on your bad side. Thank God she likes Cat! :) </span></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Jason Sloan is known as Harper’s Crossing’s resident Romeo, and he’s never had to work too hard to live up to that nickname. With his easygoing charm, whiskey-colored brown eyes, and sinfully sexy half smile, women just seem to fall all over themselves when he’s around.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Well...most women, anyway. Katie Lawson’s the one woman who isn't putty in his hands, and she's the only one he’s ever wanted in his arms.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Katie Lawson left Harper's Crossing in the middle of the night ten years ago, immediately after her high school boyfriend Nick's funeral. She left behind all memories of Nick, and she left behind her life-long best friend, Jason Sloan.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Now she's on the fast track to junior partner at one of San Francisco's top law firms. She's made a life for herself that's all about maintaining order and sticking to the rules. Rule #1 is keeping herself WAY too busy to think about all that she ran away from. If she can do that, after all, she can keep everything under control.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">But that rule is about to be broken. She’s headed back home to be the maid of honor in Nick’s little sister’s wedding. It's time to face the truth she's been avoiding all these years, the same one that sent her running ten years ago - that maybe she didn't lose her first love the summer after high school. Maybe her first love has been waiting for her all this time, at home in Harper's Crossing.</span></i><br />
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Melanie Shawn's MY FIRST is the first book in their Crossroads series. There are EIGHT books and a novella. This lady is excited. While visiting in Harper's Crossing, Katie reunites with all her friends and family after staying away from her home for 10 years. If she could get through the weekend without the need of her trusty brown paper bag, it would be a success. Tip? Stay FAR AWAY from her childhood friend, Jas. Her body disobeyed the rules with the reaction it got from him: Butterflies! Nope. Maybe, Hummingbirds? </div>
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<b>SUPPORTING CHARACTERS!</b> These are incredibly important to me in any book, but I honestly think they carry a romance novel. Not the love (although, it is kind of necessary.) You need those people like Grandpa J and Chelle, your Diamond Friend, to knock some sense into you when you are acting like a boob or let the air out of your tires! Good one Grandpa J! We all have those friends. (My blog buddy, Kristyn is one of mine!) </div>
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One character that stayed with me was Alex. One of the Sloan brothers. I loved his brand of Smug and Snark. I found myself highlighting just about EVERYTHING that came out of his mouth; creating sort of a shrine to Alex. </div>
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<b><i>Alex smiled and deep dimples appeared on his face. "Nah, bro. That would be like taking sand to the beach." </i></b></div>
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<b>WORDS.</b> Silly, right? Of course the words are important. It is a book. But NO! I mean, the new words. It's been awhile since I have spotlighted a new word, but this is too good to pass up. </div>
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<b>FAUXNICENT</b>. The faux-innocent tone that is Kit Kat's speciality. Another reason why I adore Katie. This is her thought process following the use of the word. <i style="font-weight: bold;">"She should copyright it. She had the legal knowledge to be able to do that, and it was, after all, her 'go to' move." </i>Katie and I are book Diamond Friends. :) <b><i>"She explained that 'diamond friends' were better than plain old 'best friends' because diamonds were not only rare, they were forever."</i></b></div>
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There was so much to this unrequited love story. The pain of Nick's passing, along with realizing that he may not have been the perfection her teenage heart saw. The reality that surviving is NOT living. I loved every bump in the road. And there were lots! I loved the drunken moments like I was there taking shots while talking about my moments in the Black Chevy! :) Before I leave you to swoon over the beauty that is Jas - I shall share some of my favorite moments from the book. </div>
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<b><i>"Well I've always know that God put you here for me. You might be a little slow on the uptake, but I'm just glad that you finally realize it, too."</i></b></div>
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<b><i>"Hmmm." he said lightly, trying to mask the ecstatic tone he would have otherwise been using, "So, basically, you're moving home because I'm the 'Panic Attack Whisperer.' Is that right?" </i></b></div>
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I often find myself browsing through Amazon looking at the books. I know...I know. I have 5 bookshelves, and God knows how many TBR books on my wonderful Kindle. Does it stop me? Nope. And stumbling upon an author (or authors!) in this case, is the reason why I shall continue. I adore a well written second chance romance, and with a title like SWEET REUNION - I knew I would not be disappointed. So let's start with some cool things I found out after devouring this book by the talented Melanie Shawn:<br />
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<li>Melanie Shawn is actually TWO sisters (Melanie & Shawna) who write together. How cool? I am always intrigued by writing duos, like Ilona Andrews. I'd love to pick their brain as to how they do it! </li>
<li>They are from California like me! </li>
<li>This series is slated for 8 books so far! YAY! </li>
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<i>Justin Barnes left Hope Falls ten years ago, in the dead of night, and didn’t think he’d ever set foot there again. That was just fine with him, except for one little complication: Amanda Jacobs. He had fallen in love with her unruly blonde curls and sparkling sapphire eyes, but she had been a teenager then, five years younger than he – too young for him to act on his attraction. Still, he’d missed her every single day of those ten years. When Justin receives a phone call that his former mentor has passed away, he knows he has to return to Hope Falls. Justin just has one question – will the girl that once adored him have grown into a woman that can’t stand him? Or will she still be the only thing in the world that feels like home?</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">A few things I need in a romance is the hurdles. I cannot... I repeat CANNOT read a cookie cutter, simple romance. Silly, right? Since I read romance for the HEA. But, I need a moment of "Oh... are they gonna work?" (Yes, I know they are... but I still get the butterflies!) This book had all the goodies a romance can offer. Small Town? CHECK. Second Chance Love? CHECK. A rag tag bunch of childhood friends that tell it like it is? CHECK. One to five secrets and/or unknowns revealed to make the story more compelling? CHECK. Forgiveness? CHECK. So much more? CHECK. Instead of spoiling the book for you, I am going to go the way of the list. Random? CHECK. </span></div>
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<li>Amanda is a sweet girl. Perhaps too sweet for her own good. </li>
<li>Teddy is just a great addition to the story. I love how animals add such a telling touch to a person's intentions and heart. </li>
<li>The Fab Four sounds like a blast to have around, and I am eager to read each of there stories as they all find their ways back home. </li>
<li>Trent. Grrr. A few facts about Trent and I. </li>
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<li>I feel like the only thing lacking from his story, besides another punch or FOUR - is Teddy disliking him. There was no mentioned love for him, but I feel like Teddy should have growled or barked. I felt like growling. </li>
<li>I would have LOVED to see an encounter between the Fab Four and him AFTER all the secrets were revealed. </li>
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<li>The flow of this book was as smooth as a glass of whiskey. Everything was well paced and the build was natural. Which is saying a lot in regards to the time frame of the story. </li>
<li>Even the villains were characters you grew to care about... Except for "Ohhhh...Justin!" She could bite me. Hehe</li>
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<li><b><i>He never met a stranger. Every person in the world, to him, was just a friend he hadn't met yet.</i></b></li>
<li><b><i>"So if she's Joey, does that make you Pacey or Dawson?" she whispered.</i></b></li>
<li><b><i>"Hey," she protested, "you guys are having a threesome and nobody thought to invite me?"</i></b></li>
<li><b><i>"Wow. That was the most oddly romantic story I think I've ever heard." Lauren smiled and Sam and Amanda laughed. "I'm serious," Karina said earnestly. "If I were a country singer, my next single would be <u>'I Thank God You Were Wearing Your Garfield Socks.'</u>"</i></b></li>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Welcome back to the down of Delia, Georgia. Melinda Harris brings you back to your favorite town in Georgia to help Rose find herself after years of being married to a man she just aimed to please. Freshly single, but not quite sure she will ever be ready to mingle - she is focused on her Mom's recovery from her own <b><i>Deee-VORCE</i></b> and working at Geoffrey's for David - her savior when moving back to Delia. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Enter David's godson, Nix. Strong, silent type. I will admit, he was an odd one. Following her home to ensure her safety and never really interacting the way a normal man interested in a woman would. Luckily, I wasn't alone in finding these actions out of the ordinary. Rose thanked him for his concern, but ensured him she was ok. And from there, a friendship formed. Feeling forced at first, but the emotions were always there. And Melinda's never fail banter was present throughout this 3rd installment. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Suffering from trust issues from a past relationship and PTSD from 7 tours in 10 years, Nix wasn't the easiest man to love. Unable to form a coherent dialogue to explain what he was feeling to Rose. <b><i>"I'm not even sure I understand it myself. I just know that from the moment we met you become... necessary." </i></b>What he did offer is something Rose needed. Individuality. A voice of her own. So natural for her to put everyone else ahead of her, with little actions like picking up her obviously well-worn Ed Sheeran cd to listen to in the car to pushing her about how she likes her eggs - Nix helped her find herself behind all the people-pleasing layers she constructed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">No romance is complete without the ups and downs needed to build the complex connection we all crave. And this one does not disappoint. We are talking cross-country flights, hand-written letters, a misunderstood and unwanted kiss from a well-known actor, threats of bodily harm from well-intended friends,marriages, babies, proposals, hoping over bar tops, meeting the family, death and heartache. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It is the way the Melinda weaves her stories together that gets me everytime. You care about everything going on. David and Lila are not just a couple of supporting characters to Rose & Nix's story - you are rooting for them to find their way with each other. You are just excited for the wedding shower - you want to go back and RE-READ the story of how they got there. You aren't just excited to see Ollie's name in print - you are back to harassing the author for more Ollie! The pain, the mistrust, the tears (happy and sad) the good times, the bad - they are all equally important when they flow out of Melinda's fingertips. And the music. It is always there. From the hums to the confessions of love through lyrics while sleeping to choosing the driving playlist. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">With Nix & Rose, it is the little things. The little things that make up the grand gestures. I will not give away the story - but if I was to plan their wedding, it would be by a lake... there would be a jon boat in the center and the cake...EPIC. It would be a towering masterpiece made up entirely of blueberry Munchkins from Dunkin Donuts. </span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;">THE STUNNING CONCLUSION TO THE LUCIAN & LIA TRILOGY... </span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;">My name is Lucian Quinn and I own one of the most successful software companies in the world. I’m twenty-nine, rich and single. Impressive right? I’m also a favorite target for every hungry socialite looking to land the uncatchable catch. Maybe it sounds vain, but the fact that I’m a God between the sheets doesn’t hurt my stock any. What these women don’t know though is that I’m completely screwed up and damaged beyond repair by my past. The only part of me I’ll ever willingly give them is the hour it takes to make them scream…several times. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: small;" /><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;">Then I saw her… </span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;">I’m Lia Adams and I’m in my last year at St. Claire’s University in North Carolina. I grew up with an abusive mother, and a twisted stepfather who was worse…so much worse. I’m so close to escaping from my past and making my dreams come true. I’ll do anything necessary to survive, even work as an escort to help pay for my college expenses. The men that I accompany to various events as an escort for Date Night are mostly harmless and just want an attractive woman on their arm for an evening. It has never gone further than that…until him… </span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;">Lucian finally shares his past heartache and guilt with Lia. Free of the shadows that have haunted them, they are ready to move forward together. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;">Until…the woman who destroyed Lucian’s life eight years ago is suddenly free. Lucian is in a frantic race against time to convince those around him that Cassie is the ultimate threat to all that he holds dear. He’ll stop at nothing to protect the woman he loves even if he has to wage a war against his best friend to do it. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;">.</span></span></i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The time has finally arrived. The incredible Sydney Landon has finished Luc & Lia's story. And what a story it has been. If you did not catch my reviews for the first and second in this trilogy - have no fear, Cat is here! <a href="http://areaderlivesa1000lives.blogspot.com/2014/06/pierced.html">CLICK HERE for my review of PIERCED</a> and <a href="http://areaderlivesa1000lives.blogspot.com/2014/12/fractured-lia-lucian-trilogy.html">CLICK HERE for my review of FRACTURED </a></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now for the conclusion in Mended. You are reunited with Lia and Lucian in their quest to find true love in a world that has been anything but kind to them. "<i style="font-weight: bold;">Two damaged, broken people looking for the person who could make them whole again. I am his and his is mine. Of this, I am certain. "</i> The thing about Sydney... she writes passion like nobody else. She pens these relationships where they... <i style="font-weight: bold;">"...I can't fuc---breathe without her." </i>And she does it with such ease and believability that you find yourself unable to breathe without these characters. You find yourself needing them to find their way or you don't know how you will ever be whole. Silly, right? Nope! That is damn good writing. And this isn't your run of the mill, cookie cutter romance. <b><i>"Not everyone has a shiny, perfect kind of love. Sometimes it's messy, complicated, and painful. It doesn't lessen the depth of the feelings involved though." </i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So many things about this book made me smile. While the world around them seems to be crumbling at every opportunity, and chaos continues to ensue - there is still humor between the two of them as they find the kind of relationship that works for them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>A giggle escapes as I look from him to the bag of bagels sitting beside the toaster oven. "You're my hero," I deadpan, trying to hold a straight face. </i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Put aside the EPIC romance that is Luc and Lia - you have this amazing cast of supporting characters, which I have said before and I am sure I will say again: "SYDNEY ROCKS AT HER SUPPORTING CAST!" I have never been quiet in my love for Rose & Max. And Rose goes a little crazy in her quest for the unobtainable. When their story comes to life, that is going to be one laugh out loud roller coaster of awkwardness. But, Aidan. Best friend of Lucian. Sweet to the core. BUT, Aidan and Lucian are boys. And boys will be boys. And these situations caused me to bust out into laughter while reading. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>"...Sometimes you just want your dick sucked without having to work for it." The smirk on his faces says that he's joking ---at least partly. For his sake, I hope a lot.</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aidan is one tortured soul. He came from a loving, two parent household in which his parents doted on their only son, but when his heart wants what it can't have - life can be hell. If I could pick only one of Sydney's books to read in the future (which I hope is NEVER the situation) - it would be Aidan's. His story in this installment has me begging for more. Rose's book is next, but I wish I could just jump ahead to Aidan. I feel like he needs me. :) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Did I tell you anything? Nope. Can't. Won't. This conclusion to Luc and Lia's story is jam-packed with so much. You have fires, parents, new business opportunities, babies, shopping, LOTS of food, public displays of lust, graduations, proposals that you would not expect (and their fall on the floor reactions!) revealed pasts, jail-yard justice, bagels with blueberry cream cheese, an incredibly hilarious threesome offer with a ditsy bartender and her boyfriend and so much more. How could you NOT want to read this book?!? Unless you are roommates with Cassie! And even then, you will probably still read it whenever you were able to remove the straight jacket. Before I leave you to either ONE-CLICK Mended to read the conclusion, or ONE-CLICK Pierced to START the series, let me share with you my final two tidbits. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>1) I adore Sydney. I cannot wait to finally meet this gem in person. Seeing my blog's name in her acknowledgements and MY NAME there too has been such a friggin' moment for me - I want to frame it and cherish it forever. Probably will. *Insert Fangirl Squeal Here*</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>2) There was this one line of the book that made me smile. Probably because it is so beautiful, and is so fitting for our blog. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>"If I live a thousand lives, it still won't be long enough to show you all of the love I feel when I see, feel, or think of you."</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Taking Heart was a book that has been ruminating in my mind for quite some time. It was a very special </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">story for me to write, not just the subject matter but both of the characters were incredible. It wasn’t </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">easy to tackle serious subjects like PTSD and the after-effects of trauma, so the characters were </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">extremely important and Julia and Dylan are a perfect couple to tackle this.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Julia Hart has used the trauma of her ex-boyfriend’s attack to benefit others by training therapy dogs for </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">PTSD. When Dylan Granger arrives at her facility, at his brother’s request, he doubts that a dog is going </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">to help change the nightmare his life has become. The last thing either of them expected was the </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">connection they share. But, when they are both required to face their pasts, they find it’s possible when </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">they rely on one another.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">With the Healing Harts series, the covers were specifically chosen to convey the romance of the </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">relationship but also the emotional connection of the characters. Since animals play a very special part </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">in this series, it was integral that they be included in the covers. I also wanted to let the readers form </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">their own picture of Julia in their minds, without relying on a cover model. In the end, I think this cover </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">was a great choice and conveys a touching, emotional story.</span><br />
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<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E31" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E31" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">"You okay?" Gage glanced his way. Dylan hated the constant worry he could read in his brother's eyes.</span></div>
<div id="E32" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E32" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E33" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E33" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">He couldn't keep doing this to his brother. He'd become nothing more than a burden, the way their alcoholic father had been. Dylan had been the one who had stepped up from a young age, far too young for the responsibility of taking care of his mother and younger brother. To know that Gage might one day resent him, the way he did his father </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E34" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E34" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">—</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E35" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E35" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> he couldn't let that happen. As much as he didn't think a dog would help him, </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E36" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E36" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">it might at</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E37" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E37" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> least </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E38" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E38" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">do enough good </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E39" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E39" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">that he could give his brother back the </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E40" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E40" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">freedom</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E41" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E41" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> he'd lost when Dylan returned from Afghanistan.</span></div>
<div id="E42" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E42" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E43" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E43" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">He shifted in the seat of the Camaro his brother </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E44" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E44" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">had </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E45" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E45" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">rented. The old Dylan would have been itching to open the car on the long stretch of highway, to press his foot to the floor and let the powerful beast fly over the asphalt, like Icarus soaring toward the sun. But that man had become </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E47" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E47" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">mortal,</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E49" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E49" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> died the day a bullet grazed his temple and a grenade exploded beside him. He fisted his hands, trying to control the anger that rose to the surface whenever he thought of what he'd lost.</span></div>
<div id="E50" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E50" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E52" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E52" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Yeah.</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E54" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E54" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Where is this place? </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E56" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E56" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">B.F.E.?</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E58" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E58" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E60" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E60" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">How much farther?"</span></div>
<div id="E62" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E62" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E63" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E63" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Gage checked the GPS navigation. </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E65" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E65" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">"About five miles.</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E67" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E67" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E69" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E69" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Just off the next exit."</span></div>
<div id="E71" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E71" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E72" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E72" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dylan's brows drooped. "Not much around here, is there?"</span></div>
<div id="E73" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E73" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E74" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E74" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Gage shrugged as he turned off the highway. "Maybe that's a good thing."</span></div>
<div id="E75" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E75" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E76" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E76" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I don't like it. There's a lot of trees and ground cover. </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E78" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E78" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Too many hills."</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E80" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E80" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div>
<div id="E81" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E81" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E82" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E82" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">He knew it might not make sense to anyone else but the hills and wooded areas made it harder for Dylan to see anyone approaching. He might not be in combat any longer</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E83" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E83" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">,</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E84" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E84" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> but that didn't stop him from scanning the woods for enemies. The doctors claimed it was just part of the PTSD</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E85" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E85" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">,</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E86" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E86" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> but he hadn't met a soldier yet who didn't continue to watch his back, even at home.</span></div>
<div id="E81" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E81" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E86" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="line-height: 19.2000007629395px;">It was the same reason he'd done Internet searches on this training facility while his brother was </span></span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" is="qowt-run" named-flow="FLOW-4" qowt-eid="E88" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">sleeping. He not only wanted to get a lay of the place</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E90" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E90" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">,</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E91" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E91" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> but he wanted to know what he should expect. He was surprised to </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E92" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E92" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">find out</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E93" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E93" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> it was run by a woman. He'd even watched a few of the videos posted on her website. As much as it looked like she knew what she was doing, he wasn't sure how much a dog trainer could understand about a PTSD case like his without having been in combat. The woman in the videos looked more like a cheerleader than someone who knew anything about fear, trauma</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E94" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E94" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">,</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E95" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E95" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> or death.</span></div>
<div id="E96" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E96" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E97" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E97" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dylan crossed his arms over his chest as they approached the entrance and a sign welcoming them to Heart Fire Training Facility. As they pulled up to the main house, Dylan saw his brother's eyes widen. The house was a sprawling two story ranch style with a wraparound porch but what really caught his attention was the beautiful woman seated on the steps waiting for them.</span></div>
<div id="E98" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E98" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E99" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E99" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Damn." </span></div>
<div id="E100" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E100" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E101" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E101" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dylan chuckled at his brother's response. He couldn't help but agree. She was much prettier in person than she'd been in her videos, and that was saying a lot. He turned to say something and found his brother staring at him. "What?"</span></div>
<div id="E102" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E102" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E103" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E103" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">"You laughed."</span></div>
<div id="E104" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E104" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E105" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E105" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Okay?"</span></div>
<div id="E106" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E106" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E107" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E107" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Gage stopped the car and turned it off. "That's the first time I've heard you laugh since you came home."</span></div>
<div id="E108" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E108" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E109" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E109" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dylan </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E110" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E110" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">clenched his jaw, reaching for the door handle. His brother was right, and it had actually felt good, until he realized that he was the only one in his unit still able to laugh. Guilt washed over him as he thought about the families </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E111" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E111" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">who had </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E112" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E112" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">lost loved ones because of his failure. He climbed out of the car, refusing to respond.</span></div>
<div id="E113" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E113" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E114" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E114" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Hi, I'm Julia. You must be Dylan?" </span></div>
<div id="E115" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E115" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E116" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E116" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">The woman moved down the stairs, a broad smile on her face as she extended her hand. Immediately a monster sized dog bounded down the stairs and sat at her feet, staring up at Dylan. He tucked his hands into his pockets, his mouth turning down as his brows bunched in a frown. He wasn't about to put out a hand where this beast could bite. The dog cocked his head to one side, studying Dylan, </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E118" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E118" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">then</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E120" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E120" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> opened his mouth in what looked like a grin, his huge pink tongue lolling to the side.</span></div>
<div id="E121" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E121" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E122" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E122" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">She laughed. "It's okay. Tango is a big teddy bear." She seemed to catch herself. </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E124" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E124" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Unless he's on alert and working."</span></div>
<div id="E126" is="qowt-para" qowt-eid="E126" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Carlito, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E127" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E127" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">He wondered at her hesitation and looked back at the dog, and the teeth he could see inside the sloppy grin. "Teddy </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E129" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E129" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">bear</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E131" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E131" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">, huh?"</span></div>
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<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E133" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E133" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">His brother moved around the car and reached for her hand. "Hi, I'm Gage. We spoke on the phone. This is Dylan."</span></div>
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<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E135" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E135" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dylan nodded at her, not moving to approach as he looked around at the facility. He assumed from the barks, yips and howls that the solitary outbuilding was a kennel or training area. The rest of the property was open with pine trees surrounding the back of the property into the hills. She had landscaped the front with wildflowers and grasses that looked native yet too orderly to be natural.</span></div>
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<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E137" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E137" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">"If you want to grab your bags, I'll show you to your rooms," she offered as she turned back to the house. </span></div>
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<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E139" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E139" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dylan didn't miss the fact that the dog rose and followed behind her. He met his brother at the truck of the car. "That dog is a monster," he muttered. "If you think I'm taking something </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E140" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E140" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">like that home, you're </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E142" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E142" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">the </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E143" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E143" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">craz</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E144" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E144" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">y</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E145" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E145" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> one."</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 19.2000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"You're not crazy and just give it a chance, will you?" Gage looked around the side of the car, making sure Julia couldn't hear the criticism. "What's the worst case scenario? That you get to stare at</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">her for three weeks?"</span></div>
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<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E149" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E149" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dylan glared at his brother. The last thing he needed was any sort of romantic entanglement. He couldn't even take care of himself right now. "You go right ahead."</span></div>
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<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E151" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E151" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">"You can't be serious</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E152" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E152" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E153" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E153" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Are you blind?"</span></div>
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<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E155" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E155" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dylan shrugged. He hadn't missed anything - not her curves, not her smile, not the white scar at her temple, and certainly not the way her dark brown eyes seemed to dance as she spoke. But he had nothing to offer and he wasn't selfish enough to sentence anyone else to th</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E156" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E156" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">e </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E157" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E157" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">hell that was his life now. It was just easier to avoid any emotion, even the good ones. Hurt followed too closely at every turn.</span></div>
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<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E159" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E159" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Are you two coming?" </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E160" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E160" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">s</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E161" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E161" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">he called from the doorway</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E162" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E162" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E163" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E163" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Dylan shut the trunk as his brother headed toward the house. </span></div>
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<span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E165" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E165" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">That smile was on her lips again as she opened the door and he felt stab of jealousy at the opportunity he'd just passed up for his brother. He didn't fault Gage</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E166" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E166" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">;</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E167" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E167" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> under different circumstances, he would have taken a shot at her. Dylan had always assumed he'd hoped to be married by now, maybe with a kid or two, but </span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E168" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E168" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">now, with a different sort of</span><span class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman" id="E169" is="qowt-run" qowt-eid="E169" style="display: inline; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Tinos, 'Baskerville Old Face', 'Bell MT', serif !important; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> future ahead of him, he was glad he'd never taken the plunge. He had enough guilt on his shoulders without a wife and kids to disappoint. Gage held open the door for him and followed Julia inside.</span><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Callie Jacobsen isn't about to open her heart to just anyone. Not so very long ago, trusting someone changed her life forever—and not in a fun way. Now she's better off focusing on her career, her friends, and her dog. So when former Marine Everett Silverton takes an interest in her, Callie's more than a little wary. No matter how charming he is, men are a bad idea. In fact, she's got the scars to prove it.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">But Everett isn't convinced Callie should shut everyone out—especially not him. He may be a hero to the people of Rock Canyon, but he's got his own demons, and he bets they're not that different from Callie's. Still, he knows it's going to take more than chemistry to get her to let her guard down. Everett will do whatever it takes to show her she's safe with him. All she has to do is take a chance, take a step … and take his hand</span></i><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Rock Canyon, Idaho may be a small town with a nosy Miss Know It All who has advanced to blogging - but there is still so much love left to be had. Especially when it is for the voice behind the early morning radio show on Kat Country that he calls into everyday like clockwork. Who is he, you ask? None other than Rock Canyon's very own, Everett Silverton. Silverton you say? Yes - we have recently met the handful that is his brother, Justin. Everett, known to his family as 'Rhett', finds himself oddly at ease when talking to Callie Jay. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>"Um, do you not see the look in his eyes? It says, 'Oh please, older and more experienced hot woman, I need you to show me the ropes and teach me a few new tricks."</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>"I am going to take out your windpipe."</i></b></span></span></div>
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<i><strong style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Dr. Katherine "Kat" Arnolds left Oregon and never looked back at the town that failed her as a child. But when a new patient from Independence Falls joins her clinical trial, she returns determined to show everyone in her hometown how she has thrived—including her high school crush.</strong><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Brody Summers saves people. For years, he looked out for his younger siblings and ran the family business. Now he works search and rescue. After a failed mission, Brody plans to take an evening off. When a blonde city girl knocks him off his feet, he refuses to walk away from desire. But it doesn't take long for Brody to realize the past is returning to haunt him—and it goes back farther than one wild night.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">The last thing Kat wants is a reason to extend her stay in Independence Falls. But she can't escape the memory of Brody's wicked touch. As their passion heats up, Brody wonders if he's falling for the one woman who doesn't need rescuing.</span></i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">I devoured the first 3 books in this series, and was eager with the release of this one. If you didn't catch my review of the first 3, <a href="http://areaderlivesa1000lives.blogspot.com/2015/02/independence-falls-series.html">CLICK HERE!</a> - the first two were incredibly strong 4's, and Sara stuck gold with the 3rd installment. When I received an ARC of Wild With You - I quickly finished the book I was reading and dove right in. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Picking up where Chad and Lena's story left off, I was quickly transported back to my new favorite town. Well, almost. Brody was in Portland pick up the Dr. Westbury, who was their last resort to help their brother who had been severely injured on the job. When Brody is literally knocked on his ass by a pair of gorgeous long legs, he has trouble remaining focused on the task at hand; and is more concerned with...</span><i style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">"What would she look like bound to his bed?" </i><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Not picking up on her identity as quickly as Kat did, she opted to leave that tidbit out of their conversations. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Determined to keep his mind on the task at hand, he declined her initial offer for a drink. Fate had different plans, and Kat was determined. To say that Brody's discovery of Kat's actual identity was awkward is an understatement. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Some long, tedious sessions in the kitchen (and possibly some help from a topless waitress/nursing student) brought Josh back to the land of those with a semi-functioning memory. Were there moments in which he had to leave himself a post-it of what he did the night before? Sure! But, his memory was returning. Thanks to Kat and the trial? Maybe, but she has an inkling that this was happening before she arrived, and he was scared to accept it for fear of losing it again. </span></span></div>
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Meet "<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">Jennifer Ryan, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of The Hunted and McBrides Series, writes romantic suspense and contemporary small-town romances.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">Jennifer lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and three children. When she isn’t writing a book, she’s reading one. Her obsession with both is often revealed in the state of her home, and how late dinner is to the table. When she finally leaves those fictional worlds, you’ll find her in the garden, playing in the dirt and daydreaming about people who live only in her head, until she puts them on paper. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">Please visit her website at </span><a href="http://www.jennifer-ryan.com/" rel="nofollow" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">www.jennifer-ryan.com</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"> for information about upcoming releases." (Bio from Goodreads)</span><br />
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I first fell in love with Jennifer Ryan's books when I met Brody McBride in her Meet the McBride's series. Jennifer has this magical way of filling her romance with these intense suspense-filled plots that fit perfectly with the budding romances that we all desire when picking up a book with a handsome man on the cover. :) Ms. Ryan does not disappoint with her Hunted series. I can't sum these books up easily, so I have decided to do a list of what you might find, my favorite quotes and lines, and anything else I can think of. After that you will find a short summary of each book in the series. :)<br />
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<li><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6000003814697px;">In '</span><i style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6000003814697px;">Saved by the Rancher' </i><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6000003814697px;">you meet Jenna. Jenna left her husband after she couldn't take the abuse any more. Being the well-known man he was, this was not something she could do lightly. She had to plan her escape. Again and again. Her ex-husband made it a game to find her and hurt her.</span></li>
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<b><i>No doubt Jenna was on the run again. Good. He so enjoyed finding her. </i></b></div>
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Something about the connection they share brings to light this playful banter that neither of them are used to sharing with someone. The first time it happened, I had to read it two...three times. It was so simple, so sweet - so unlike Jack or Jenna. </div>
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<b><i>"Do you have to replace the front door every day?"</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Smiling at him, not a big smile, but a smile nonetheless. It warmed Jack from the inside out.</i></b></div>
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<b><i>"What are you talking about? I told you, you're safe here."</i></b></div>
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<b><i>"Are you safe here?"</i></b></div>
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<b><i>"What?" He didn't understand what she meant, but he liked her sweet smile. </i></b></div>
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<b><i>"Women. They must beat down that door every day to get to you."</i></b></div>
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<b><i>He cracked up with laughter. "You think so, huh?"</i></b></div>
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<b><i>"Oh, yeah."</i></b></div>
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<b><i>"I think you're pretty damn beautiful yourself."</i></b></div>
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<b><i>"Yeah, right. I hear bandages and bruises are in this year."</i></b></div>
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<li style="text-align: left;">In '<i>Saved by the Rancher'</i> you get acquainted with a ton of characters you want to know more about: Sam, Ben, Summer, Cameron and more! </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">FUN NOTE: Of all the women you meet, I think Sam has seen them ALL naked! And he makes sure all the guys don't forget that fun fact. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Much of Sam & Elizabeth's story is told from their thoughts. She is in and out of a coma quite a bit. The connection is deep and the baking is monumental portions. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">You hear Cameron speak of Decadence in the 1st book, well Elizabeth is the owner of the bakery/cafe. (Sidenote: I think Jennifer needs to publish some of her recipes!)</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Cameron is more than meets the eye. Nothing is sexier than a GREAT DAD, and that is what Cameron is to Emma. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Cameron wants a family with a mother for Emma, and he isn't so concerned with the passionate love that he felt with Emma's mother, Caroline. He doesn't see it for his future. Enter Shelly. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">This story is full of pregnancies of all kinds, fake and real. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Marti has been a pirate for the last year, and catches the eye of one Cameron and his daughter, Emma. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Emma loves her Aunt Elizabeth and they also have a standing reservation at Decadance. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Marti quickly becomes a part of the "Hunted" family, as they try to kick Cameron out when he continues to be an ass. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">A man who is so determined to be a present father, since his was non-existent - only to find out TOO late his father was there all along. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">My favorite line from <i>'The Right Bride' is : </i><b style="font-style: italic;">"I live in that moment every minute of every day. Never forget that, my love." </b>I sobbed like a friggin baby at this point. A baby watching a SAD, SAD movie. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Sam saw Marti naked too! </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">And finally, we get Tyler's book! Ekkk - Morgan! </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">One of the best lines, <b><i>"Quit wiggling, or I'll forget to be a gentleman."</i></b> and her response, <b><i>"Restraint, huh? What's pressed up against my backside isn't any indication of restraint." </i></b></li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Sam saw Morgan naked too! Hehe</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">This story is full of mystery, physics, deeper connections then we can explain and supernatural elements. It had me on pins and needles. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Every book in this series has been FIVE romantic, suspense-filled stars! I cannot wait for Ben's story. He was one of my favorite supporting characters, and I think he deserves a woman who thinks he hung the moon! </li>
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<i>Originally appeared in the e-book anthology <u>All I Want for Christmas Is a Cowboy</u>.</i></div>
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<i>Jennifer Ryan, author of the New York Times bestselling The Hunted Series and the upcoming Montana Men Series, takes us to the very beginning in this Christmas prequel about two people who finally receive the one thing they've always wanted … each other.</i></div>
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<i>Though she is the woman of his dreams, Caleb Bowden knows his best friend's sister, Summer Turner, is off-limits. He won't cross that line. Summer shares a connection with Caleb she's never felt with anyone else, but the stubborn man refuses to turn their flirtatious friendship into something more. Summer will have to take matters into her own hands if she wants her cowboy for Christmas.</i><br />
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Can't say much without giving the story away, so I will say this: This novella ties your favorite McBrides with the Turners and all those favorites you will meet in the Hunted series. </div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">From the moment rancher Jack Turner rescues Jenna Caldwell Merrick, he is determined to help her. Soon, he is doing more than tend her wounds; he is mending her heart. Jenna is a woman on the run - hunted down by her ex-husband, David Merrick, from the day she left him, taking part of his company with her, to the second she finds herself in the safety of Jack's ranch. More than just a haven, Jack's offering the love, family, and home she thought were out of reach.</span><br style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Jack's support will give Jenna the strength she needs to reclaim her life. The hunted will become the hunter, while David gets what he deserves, when they have an explosive confrontation in the boardroom of Merrick International. But not before Jack and Jenna enter into a fight... for their lives.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">The Hunted series continues as Special Agent Sam Turner discovers that protecting the FBI's star witness is more difficult than he thought!</span><br style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Bakery owner Elizabeth Hamilton's quiet life is filled with sweet treats, good friends, and a loving family. But all of that is about to turn sour when an odd sound draws her outside. There's a man lying unconscious in the street, a car speeding toward him. Without hesitation, she gets the man out of harm's way before they're run down.</span><br style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Unwittingly, Elizabeth has put herself in the path of a serial murderer, and as the only one who can identify the FBI's Silver Fox Killer, she's ended up in the hospital with a target on her back.</span><br style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">All that stands between her and death is Special Agent Sam Turner. Against his better judgment, Sam gets emotionally involved, determined to take down the double threat against Elizabeth—an ex desperate to get her back, despite a restraining order, and a psychopath bent on silencing her before she can identify him.</span><br style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">They set a trap to catch the killer—putting Elizabeth in his hands, with Sam desperate to save her. If he's lucky, he'll get his man … and the girl.</span></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">No longer torn between the billionaire and the biker, Bee has claimed her man, branding his skin with her scent, his soul with her care. He’s her ideal choice, building passion within her she didn’t know existed, supporting her dreams, and willing to do anything for her.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">But is she the ideal choice for him?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">An early-morning surprise attack and the arrival of a beautiful, witty, and regrettably nice rival make Bee question her decision. Does she step aside, forgoing her forever to ensure her man’s survival, or does she risk his life and her heart on love?</span></b></i><br />
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Nine parts in. 3/4... 75%... Only 300 (roughly) pages left until the conclusion of our friend's story. Geez. Can you believe we have been following this serial for NINE months?!? I never thought I could become invested in a serial the way I have with this one. My phone alerts me the week of it's release. In which, I re-read the previous 1-3 in order to get back into the Windy City. On a completely non-book related note, my 5 year old is playing for the Cubs this year in Baseball. What are the odds that I might run into Hawke or Nicolas at one of his games? Hehe. Okay, onto the review or my thoughts... </div>
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<li>This books lacks the obvious kind of drama that the previous 8 held. To clarify, I loved this installment! Forcing Bee to stay in "her" home to protect her forced a lot to happen within Bee. </li>
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<li>Bee felt jealousy when encountering Ellen for the 1st time. </li>
<li>Bee was able to accomplish something she has always wanted to do, but was never able to do as a child - throw a party! (A Macaroni & Cheese Dinner Party... there may or may not have been several proposals of marriage to Bee that came from people other than Hawke or her Jelly Bean Billionaire!) </li>
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<li>While always been an independent and strong woman, I feel this installment is preparing for Bee to do something she has never had to do - stand alone.</li>
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<li>Her Mom is taking a much needed "vacation" that is developing a friendship with a man that has the trust and respect of a man like Hawke. </li>
<li>Even Hawke is away for much of this book. Never far in thoughts, but she had to find her place with a group of people that were not in her direct inner circle. I, for one, was VERY proud of Bee. </li>
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<li>Ellen brings up such an interesting situation for Bee to be faced with. Jealously. She dealt with it when she was pining for her billionaire, Nicolas. Jealous of his attention, his time and so much more. When dealing with Hawke, she never sees him as a handsome man, but always thinks of him. Never sees him as her "home," but finds one in him. Never sees him as the solution to all her problems, but he doesn't take NO for an answer. While Nicolas offers Bee solutions, she politely declines because that is what a "good girl" does. Hawke just takes care of "his girl." Ellen being introduced to the mix was great. The best part? She was introduced without Hawke being around. Bee was given an opportunity to build up this developed story of where the two of them (Ellen & Hawke) are destined to be together. Such a better fit. How can he not see Ellen the way Bee does? I think this situation showed Bee's true feelings.</li>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Readers were introduced to Benediction and it's secrets in Shelly Bell's White Collared series. The series was brilliantly penned and such an intriguing take on the world of BDSM. Eagerness filled my book loving soul when she announced there would be a full length Benediction novel. Cole DeMarco is the mysterious owner of Benediction. While we know his limits and know his turn-ons, we don't know about the real man. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Enter Danielle Walker. Benediction's newest sex slave trainee. Curious as to if Cole will recognize her after all these years, Danielle infiltrates Cole's club to save her stepmother from her kidnappers. Intrigued by her own desires and yet hesitant to fall into her old lusty thoughts about Cole, she enters with an open mind plans to save her stepmother up front in her mind. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Cole wants to show Danielle just how he sees her - the beauty that exudes from her every pore. His ways may not be conventional, but he achieved his goal. <i style="font-weight: bold;">Cole was her mirror. </i></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Within the pages of this novel is a story filled with such suspense and a mystery filled with twists that left me shocked when the final culprit was revealed. NO LUCK, not spilling the beans here. The turns this story takes with each page will keep any reader on their toes. You will adore the supporting cast of: Gracie, Roman, Adrian and even Cassandra. Each has their part to play in the story. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">While this story takes place in a club like Benediction, the relationship is nothing short of sweet which I think will throw people off since many assume that relationships within the BDSM community cannot be caring and romantic. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><b><i>"Eight years ago, I set my eyes on the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, She was too young for me then and circumstances kept us apart, but she was never far from my thoughts. I watched from a distance as she bloomed, dreaming about a life I could have with her if only things were different. Then one day..." </i></b></span></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"The Healing Harts series came to me one night as I was just falling asleep. It jerked me awake, making me sit up in bed. It was one of those ideas that came completely formulated, an entire series, like a lightning bolt to the brain, and I haven’t been able to shake loose of it until it was written down. A family, rocked by loss, each member with a desire to help others in their own way.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the first book, Heart’s Desire, Jessie is faced with running the family dude ranch alone after her parent’s unexpected death. Unbeknownst to her siblings, she and her father were transitioning the ranch to an abused horse rescue facility but she’s floundering to keep it afloat and bankruptcy is looming. Her brother, Justin, decides it’s time to call his college buddy, Nathan Kerrington, for help – the same man who shattered her heart eight years earlier. Nathan Kerrington knows he hurt Jessie but he had a good reason for it. Now he just has to prove that to her and regain her trust. But, as old hurts rise to the surface, they must resolve their past before they can attempt to save her future and some hurts aren’t easily forgiven."</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"When we started looking for covers for Jessie and Nathan’s story, I had a very clear picture in my mind. I knew exactly what my characters look like and the feel I wanted for the series as a whole. We had also decided very early to go with only the main characters on these books. I also knew that while all three books should tie together, I wanted Jet, one of Jessie’s horses, on the cover somewhere. He plays an important part in discovering herself at different points in the story. But Jessie is such a strong, independent character, she fought me at every step, whether it was in the first draft or the final cover. We went through several pictures and many would have worked with the mood of the book but there was always something that didn't suit Jessie’s personality. Again, Jessie was determined to have her own way. In the end, she chose her own photo. As soon as I saw it, I knew this was Jessie and there was no need to look further for a cover photo. This cover portrays Jessie’s character better than words – pensive, wistful and ambitious. The fact that Jet was able to be part of this cover was the icing on the cake for me."</span></div>
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<i>"I came to apologize, Jess. I shouldn't have said those things."</i></div>
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<i>She ignored the way her nickname slid easily from his lips or the way it made her heart trip over her ribs and start fluttering like a baby bird learning to take flight. She'd quit buying into romantic notions a long time ago thanks to him. Now, if only she could convince her body to let them go. She set the rake against the wall and walked into the aisle way.</i></div>
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<i>"It's Jessie. Jessie. We are not friends, remember?"</i></div>
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<i>His green eyes flashed, the golden flecks lighting them from within, and she saw frustration in the set of his jaw. "No?"</i></div>
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<i>"No. Let's keep our roles in perspective. You're the financial genius here to do a favor for my brother, and I'm just his idiot little sister who bought your load of crap years ago and can't manage to keep this ranch afloat now." </i></div>
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<i>His long strides ate the distance between them in seconds but she stood her ground, staring up at him, daring him to argue. His lips were tight, set in a grim line and a deep crease lined his perfect brow. She wanted to back away, but years of working with her father wouldn't allow her to show any signs of intimidation. Cowgirl up, she recited the mantra in her head, although not nearly as confidently as she usually did.</i></div>
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<i>"Don't do that," he ordered, staring down into her eyes, his voice quiet but insistent.</i></div>
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<i>She could feel the heat emanating from him as sparks of desires burst in her chest, sending shivers over her skin. She tried to control it, to stop herself from trembling at his nearness but she couldn't stop her breath from catching in her throat. "Don't do what?" Her voice was a hoarse whisper.</i></div>
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<i>"Don't belittle yourself. You are far more than that. You've always been more than that to me." His hands grasped her upper arms and he dipped his head toward her, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're a talented, kind, giving, passionate woman."</i></div>
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<i>It wasn't what Jessie expected. His words were a balm to her chapped and aching heart, exactly what she needed to hear, but she knew she couldn't let him break past her walls. Who knew what damage he could cause her heart when he left again. She'd barely managed to piece together the shards last time. She pressed her hands against his chest, intending to push him away from her, but he gently circled her wrists with his fingers. Their eyes locked and she refused to be the first to look away. </i></div>
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<i>"Nathan." She meant for it to be a warning but it came out sounding more like a plea.</i></div>
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<i>He placed his palms over the back of her hands and twined his fingers between hers. His touch made her weak and she felt a wave of need break over her, threatening to drown her. She'd been so in love with him, and it had left a gaping hole in her, one she’d never managed to fill, not even with her work. </i></div>
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<i>Nathan walked her backward until she felt the stall behind her. With the hard wall of his body pressing against the front of her, pinning their hands between them, there was nowhere for her to escape the explosion of yearning that began in the middle of her chest, spreading outward, heating her and leaving her breathless. Every inhalation filled her with the scent of his expensive cologne, reminding her again how out of place he was. He didn't belong here. But seeing the </i></div>
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<i>She couldn't possibly feel this way about him again. She couldn't imagine feeling any other way about him. She needed this man. Not just wanted him, needed him, and that scared the crap out of her. </i></div>
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<i>He was going to kiss her, and she was going to melt under his touch. There was no doubt in her mind. If that happened, she was a goner. Because, for her, this wasn't about sex, this was </i></div>
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<i>She ran out of the barn, refusing to look back at the man trying to piece together a full sentence from where he landed, inside a wheelbarrow full of fresh horse manure.</i></div>
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<i>Everything's bigger in Big Sky country, including the hearts of the Montana Men
Wide open sky, rolling green hills . . . Gillian Tucker could get used to life in the country—one far from the violence she left behind in San Francisco. Warily accepting an invitation to the Montana ranch that belongs to her grandfather, a man she's never met, Gillian hopes this is the haven she seeks. A sexy, overbearing cowboy who shines a light on her well-hidden dreams is not at all part of her plans.
Blake Bowden's reckless past is far behind him, and as a newly named co-owner of Three Peaks Ranch, he's not taking any chances. Until a beautiful, haunted woman arrives, igniting a desire he shouldn't feel. His partner's granddaughter is strictly off limits. But the longer Gillian's there, the stronger the pull grows between them. And when a new danger surfaces, Blake will do anything to keep her safe…even if it means risking everything for her heart.</i><br />
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During Gabe and Ella's story you meet Blake. Lucky for us readers, we get a whole story about Blake in Jennifer Ryan's latest <i><b>Montana Men</b></i> novel, When It's Right. While you fall in love with Blake - so much of this story is about family. When you first meet Gillian, your heart breaks. How can it not? When put in a situation that left her no options - she did what she has done since she was too young to have to make the decisions - she took care of Justin. When her decisions brought her to family she didn't know in Montana, she was cautious. Where were these people when she was working multiple jobs just to get Justin what he needed to have a semblance of a normal childhood - something she never had.<br />
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<b><i>"We have to try. If it doesn't work, at least we tried. Then we'll find a better way."</i></b></div>
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Watching Justin blossom into the kid Gillian knew he always could be warmed my heart in that Proud Momma way. Being able to dive into Gillian's thoughts and desires left me aching for happiness. Would she ever allow herself the opportunity? When those walls finally fell and Blake and Gillian gave in, it was life-altering. The dynamic between the two is worthy of the silver screen! </div>
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