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Silence the Northwoods

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A painful past. A wall of icy steel. And an ex from hell.

Could the holidays get any worse? After his dad’s death, Detroit FBI field agent Colton Ramsay had his doubts. His mom’s on hospice and his ex-girlfriend recently married his ex-roommate (and former best friend). Then, the Bureau assigns him to investigate a serial murder in the frozen wastelands of the Upper Peninsula—where snow is measured in feet—there goes the freaking New Year.

Until sexy ski hill manager Kyra Erikkson storms into Colton’s life. Her chestnut curls and baby blues ignite a carnal need within that he’d suppressed long ago—nothing that a well-placed snowbank can’t fix. Fiercely protective of her quintessential, Norman Rockwell-esque town, Kyra hands him a good dose of Yooper-ese along with her schoolmarm-ish ways. As the woman threatens to thaw Colton’s hardened shell, he swears she’ll drive him to a slow death…or into the sauna.

When Colton discovers her dangerous past, protecting Kyra and her adorable five-year-old son is more important than the case. They need him, and he needs Kyra’s love. Can he lower his walls once and for all to let Kyra melt his icy heart?

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Haunted Souls by Kathryn Knight

Paranormal Romantic Suspense (Military Romance + Ghost Mystery)

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Four years ago, Emily Shea and Staff Sergeant Brett Leeds agreed to part with no strings attached. Sparks flew during their brief affair, but fate intervened, sending Brett overseas. When an unexpected pregnancy derailed Emily’s own plans, her attempts to locate Brett were soon overwhelmed by the challenges of single motherhood. Now, Brett has returned home, and Emily is forced to share her secret.

Despite feeling betrayed, Brett is determined to forge a relationship with their son, Tyler. As the former lovers battle both their inner demons and their mutual desire, another presence enters their lives—Tyler’s imaginary friend.

Soon, however, the chilling evidence points to a different conclusion: a ghost has formed a dangerous connection with their son. Emily’s attempts to help both a lost soul and a friend in need spiral toward a deadly confrontation, and Brett must race to save Emily before he loses her again—forever.

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Author Photo 3Kathryn Knight spends a great deal of time in her fictional world, where mundane chores don’t exist and daily life involves steamy romance, dangerous secrets, and spooky suspense.  Kathryn writes contemporary romance spiked with mysterious hauntings as well as YA paranormal romance filled with forbidden love.  Her novels are award-winning #1 Amazon Bestsellers and RomCon Reader Rated picks.  When she’s not reading or writing, Kathryn spends her time catching up on those mundane chores, driving kids around, and teaching writing classes. Two of her ghost story/romance titles, Gull Harbor and Haunted Souls, are set on beautiful Cape Cod, where she lives with her husband, their two sons, and a number of rescued pets.

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Only For A Night
by Naima Simone
Series: The Lick Series, Book 1
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Release Date: May 30, 2016

 

 

One night would never be enough…

Rion Ward fought hard to be free of the Irish mob life. Now, as the co-owner of Boston’s hottest aphrodisiac club, he’s traded crime for the ultimate sexual fantasy. But when the “good girl” from his past walks through Lick’s doors, he discovers that his unconsummated hunger for her never abated.

Widowed for two years from a man who felt that anything besides the missionary position was dirty, Harper Shaw is ready to move on. The first step to feeling alive again is sex. Hot, dirty, black-out-from-orgasm sex. And who better to provide it than the brooding, sexy, tatted bad boy-turned-man she’s known for years?

Rion, however, has one stipulation: He’ll be hers only for one night. One night to explore her every fantasy. One night to push her limits.  One night to introduce her to a passion that makes both doubt if it will be enough…

 

 

 

“What are you doing here?” The deep, midnight voice sliced through the memories, and Harper willingly locked the vault on them. Rion’s velvet tone slid over her exposed skin like a velvet caress, resonating in her chest, curling in her belly—and lower. “I asked you a question,” he said, the demand silky but no less menacing.
 “I-I came here to speak with y-you,” she stammered. God, she sounded like an idiot. “I hoped we could talk.”
A black eyebrow arched high. “Talk,” he enunciated, a corner of his sensual mouth curling into a faintly sardonic sneer. “What could you and I possibly have to talk about?”
“I—” She peered over his shoulder, for the first time noticing the blond giant standing behind Rion. Sasha. Sasha Merchant. A close friend of Rion’s. “Would you mind if we… Can we speak in private?”
“No.”
She reeled back on her death-defying heels, teetering before grabbing the table tighter. “No?” she repeated. Seconds of silence passed between them. Irritation warred with mortification, and she tilted her chin in spite of the heat rushing up her throat and into her face. “That’s it? Just no?”
“Yes.”
She sighed, exasperated. “Rion…”
“Go home,” he interrupted, the order unyielding, hard. Dismissive.
“Rion, please,” she murmured, cringing at the plea that crept into her voice.
“Sasha, would you mind escorting her safely to her car?” He turned, again disregarding her without hearing her out.
Anger shoved the hurt aside, surging hot and hard inside her. She’d been dismissed, shelved, or patronized too often in her life. She’d also been mute, opting to remain silent, not rock the boat. Not voice her needs, her wants…her desires. Well, that time had passed.
She was tired of living—no, existing—in a cocoon that was supposed to be safe but was really suffocating.
And he didn’t get to push her back into that cocoon.
Aiming a dark scowl at Rion, Sasha stepped forward, his hand extended toward her. “Sorry, sweetheart—”
“Wait a minute,” she snarled, skirting past Sasha and latching onto Rion’s arm, ignoring the sexy flex of muscle beneath her fingers and palm. Rion froze, probably in surprise rather than from her hold. “We were friends for a long time. Too long for you to just toss me aside like a stranger. Okay it’s been five years since we’ve seen one another. You can at least give me five seconds.”
Slowly, Rion pivoted, dislodging her hand. Staring up into his lean face with its stark lines and stormy eyes, she shivered. Fear had picked a fine time to remind her the absolute stupidity of stirring a predator.
“Five seconds.” He slid his hands in his pants pockets.
“Thank you.” She sighed, relieved. “If we could just—”
“Three,” he stated, his tone past bored and veering into catatonic.
“I need you,” she blurted. Damn. Oh God. Just…damn.
His eyes narrowed. “What do you need me for?”
“I can’t—” Panic crawling up her throat, she shot a glance at Sasha who didn’t even pretend not to be absorbed with the scene playing out before him. “Rion,” she whispered.
“Two seconds.”
“Damn it. Sex. I need you for sex.”
For the first time, Rion lost his stoicism, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips. Beside him, Sasha sounded as if he were being strangled, and her? She squeezed her eyes shut, flames bursting inside her, consuming her in a conflagration of humiliation. Jesus Christ. Was death by mortification possible?
“Oh f**k,” she groaned.
“Yeah,” Rion drawled. “I got that.”
Yes. Definitely possible.

 

 

 

 

 

Naima Simone’s love of romance was first stirred by Johanna Lindsey and Linda Howard many years ago. Though her first attempt at writing a romance novel at age 11 never saw the light of day, her love of romance and writing has endured. Now, she spends her time creating stories of unique men and women who experience the dizzying heights of passion and the tender heat of love.

She is wife to Superman—or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent—and mother to the most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, domestically-challenged bliss in the southern United States.

 

 

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Death is preferable to what awaits in her forgotten past…

Coffee is the only thing standing between Grace Debry and a straight-jacket since she gave up swearing in honor of her foster mom. A rash of break-ins make her wonder if caffeine is enough. Especially when the notes left behind make it personal. Her brand-spanking new life is more nightmare than dream-come-true.

All Matthew Duncan has wanted since hiring Grace is to have her in his passenger seat, his arms, and his bed. As they grow closer, the feisty brunette proves to be a handful—one Matt is happy to hold. He’s determined to give her the happily ever after she stopped believing in years ago. Unfortunately for Grace, it will take more than Matt’s considerable resolve to keep her safe.

Three’s a crowd—not that he cares. Every move she makes, every breath she takes … he’s watching. Waiting to reclaim what he lost.

Angel Nicholas pens another wildly passionate romantic suspense with Dying for Love.

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Her phone rang before she made her escape. She cocked a hip on the desk and answered.

“Grace?” a soft female voice enquired. “Grace Debry?”

“This is she.”

“The same Grace Debry who used to live with the Wells in Indiana?”

Straightening, Grace frowned. “Who is this?”

“You probably don’t remember me, dear. This is Mrs. Growsky from next door. You used to come over and help with my flower beds.”

“Of course I remember! How are you? Is everything okay? How did you find me? Oh, Mr. Wells has my information. How are you?”

She had fond memories of Mrs. Growsky. Hot summer days and warm fragrant dirt between her fingers. She had relaxed and shared thoughts she never would have dared otherwise. Mrs. Growsky had been a wonderful confidante and encouraging mentor during her high-school years. “Oh, I’m fine. How are you?”

“Great. My job here is great, I love my place and I have wonderful neighbors.” She had wanted to keep in touch, but knew better. When Laura died, she’d severed ties.

Mrs. Growsky calling out of the blue tightened her stomach.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m calling. To tell you the truth, I debated long and hard about this. I’ve had your new phone number and address for ages, you know. I knew you were uncomfortable with me asking to stay in contact, but I wanted to know you were doing okay after you left.”
Grace furiously blinked back tears. Of course, Matt chose that moment to walk through her door. One look at her face and he shut the door behind him, frowning. He reached for the phone. Unable to speak over the emotion clogging her throat, she shook her head. He sat on the edge of a chair. All this time, Laura’s neighbor had watched over her.

Mrs. Growsky sighed. “Some strange things have been going on. Since they seem to involve you, I had to warn you.”

Warm fuzzies banished to Neverland, Grace’s nerves tightened again. “Warn me?”

“Yes, dear. I’m sorry to alarm you, but… Well…”

“Please. Just tell me.”

“Darrell Wells was murdered last week.”

“What?” Her gaze flew to Matt. He was by her side in an instant. He tried to take the phone from her, but she jerked free and very carefully lowered herself into her chair.

“Well, he was actually murdered about a week earlier, but no one discovered the poor man until that nice sheriff came along.” She hmm’d softly. “Where did he say he was from?”

“Why would anyone want to hurt Mr. Wells? He kept to himself to such an extent he was practically a hermit. Without Laura around, he probably became exactly that. What happened?”

“I don’t know, dear. Several people have been asking about you, though.”

She dropped her head to the desk, vaguely aware of Matt rubbing her back and murmuring…something. Oh, he still wanted the phone.

“What?” Her brain felt fuzzy.

“A man came by two weeks ago. Last I saw, he was headed to the Wells’ house.”

“Looking for me?” she repeated faintly.

“Yes. Then, a little over a week later, that nice sheriff stopped by. He asked about you too. He showed me a picture of your mother. My goodness, you’re her spitting image. I knew right away he was talking about you.”

Goosebumps chased one another across her skin. “He had a picture of my mother?”

She’d never seen a picture of her mother. The foster-system workers had explained there’d been nothing with her when she was brought to them. Yet some stranger had a photo. Of her mother. She couldn’t seem to wrap her mind around that.

“She was beautiful. What a shame she died so young. You really are her mirror image, dear. I could have been looking at a photo of you. Of course, I knew it wasn’t you because the photo was old and worn. The clothing styles weren’t right either. And her hair, my goodness. No, I can’t imagine you doing that to your beautiful hair. All those glorious curls, and your mother chopped them so short.” She tsked. “A crime, that’s what it is. You’re still wearing yours long, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

Mrs. Growsky had always rambled. Not that she was going to complain when she was rambling about a mother Grace had never laid eyes on. At least, not that she could recall. Obviously, she’d seen her as an infant. Now she was rambling. In her thoughts. Which seemed worse, somehow. She shook off some of the numbness.

“Do the police have any leads on Mr. Wells’ murder?”

“I couldn’t say. They wouldn’t talk about that with me. They interviewed me about the man who’d been by a few weeks ago. I cooperated, I assure you. Told them everything I could remember about him and what we talked about.”

“I’m sure you were very helpful. Would you mind telling me?”

“Of course, dear. I rather thought you’d like to know, seeing as how he asked about you. I even wrote down all the details. Let’s see. Where did I put it?” Paper rustled. “He was a tall man, taller than my Lawrence was, making him over six feet, I would guess. Shaggy dark-blonde hair, which I know for a fact he colors. He was in his fifties. No man his age would still have blonde hair.” Her little sniff of disapproval brought an unwitting smile. “Blue eyes and a strong nose. Had an athletic build too. One of those men who played some sport when he was younger and kept active as he aged. My Lawrence was like that, you know.”

Grace was peripherally aware of Matt staring at her. She wrapped the phone cord around her finger. “I do remember you telling me that. What else do you remember? What did he want to know?”

“Well, I can tell you, I didn’t like him. Despite his movie-star good looks, something was off, if you know what I mean. I’d say he has a mean streak. So I played dumb. Said I remembered seeing a black-haired, green-eyed little girl staying with my neighbors for a while, but you hadn’t been around in a long time. He wanted to know where you are now. Far as I knew, you hadn’t stayed in touch after you left. Told him about Laura dying too and how Darrell hadn’t been involved with you children. I assured him Darrell wouldn’t know anything about any of you, but he insisted on talking to him anyway.” She sighed. “I do wish I’d done something. I knew nothing good could come of it. I feel so bad about Darrell dying all alone like that.”

“It is not your fault. I doubt you could have done anything for Mr. Wells, but you’ve been very helpful to me. And the police too, I’m sure. Thank you so much for calling. I’m sorry I didn’t stay in touch with you. I just… I didn’t…” She bit the tender underside of her thumb. Nobody cared about her issues.

“Oh, you don’t have to explain, dear. Growing up in foster care is difficult. You don’t expect things to last, especially relationships. I’m always here if you need an ear, though. You remember that.”

“I will. And I promise…” Grace hesitated. Promises weren’t her forte. She avoided them like the plague. Still, Mrs. Growsky deserved that much. She forced the words past the constriction in her throat. “I promise to stay in touch. As a matter of fact, why don’t you give me your address and phone number. I’ve moved a few times and I’m afraid I don’t remember it.”

She flicked a glance at the man hovering protectively when she finally hung up. Approval softened the hard lines of Matt’s face. Why that mattered, she didn’t know. Or didn’t want to know. Same difference.

“Well?”

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To win the game, they’ll have to risk losing their hearts…

When a bizarre child custody stipulation pits popular sports blogger Gracie Gable against football superstar Jake Malone, losing the battle for her twin nieces isn’t the only thing Gracie has to worry about. Forced to live for three months under the same roof as the sexy tight end, will she fall prey to his flirtatious pursuit? Or worse, will the skeletons in her closet destroy her chance for the love and family she so desperately wants?

Neglected by his parents as a boy, Jake doesn’t believe in happily ever after. Yet living with Gracie and the twins might be enough to change his mind—and his womanizing ways. But when the press unearths a scandal from Gracie’s past, will he lose the one woman he was ready to open his heart to?

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To Win Her Love

A Players Romance

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Read Chapter One @ Kensington today. 

 

It’s my pleasure to announce this rocking new romance is now available.  If you like a fast paced story with blood pumping suspense, steamy romance and in-your-face funny dialog that makes you pee your pants laughing, Rules of Protection is your ticket to a raucous good time.

Some rules are meant to be broken…

 It’s rule breaker Emily Foster’s birthday, and like everyone at The Jungle Room, she just wants to get some action. Unfortunately, she stumbles on the wrong kind, witnessing a mob hit. To protect her, she’s entered into the Witness Protection Program with by-the-book Special Agent Jake Ward as her chaperone.

 When the location of their safe house is compromised, Jake stashes Emily deep in the Texas backwoods. The city-girl might be safe from the Mafia, but she has to contend with a psychotic rooster, a narcoleptic dog, crazy cowboys, and the danger of losing her heart to the one man she can’t have.

Jake’s as hot as he is infuriating, and she can’t help but push all his buttons to loosen him up. Their mutual, sizzling sexual attraction poses a dilemma: Jake’s determined to keep her safe and out of the wrong hands; she’s determined to get into the right ones—his.

 

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About the author:

Alison Bliss grew up in Small Town, Texas, but currently resides in the Midwest with her husband and two sons. With so much testosterone in her home, it’s no wonder she writes “girl books.” She believes the best way to know if someone is your soul mate is by canoeing with them because if you both make it back alive, it’s obviously meant to be. Alison pens the type of books she loves to read most: fun, steamy love stories with heart, heat, laughter, and usually a cowboy or two. As she calls it, “Romance…with a sense of humor.”

 

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A Beautiful Young Woman In Business Attire  by: Benjamin MillerHiya romance junkies! Welcome to another installment of What A Character Chat. This week, my fabulous friend and fellow author from The Wild Rose Press, Juli D Revezzo, has loaned us Stacy Macken, the heroine from her brand new release, Passion’s Sacred Dance. So, without further ado…

Welcome Stacy, before we start, can you tell us a bit about your story in Twitter fashion?

Stacy: Hi, Mac. Thank you for having me. 140 characters, huh? Have you seen some of the books Juli’s written? Short is not a word I’d use to characterize her work, or mine. I leave that to, Erika, my second in command. But since you asked so graciously, I shall try.

I’m steward of a sacred battlefield. One day this warrior walks up and tells me he needs it for the staging ground of a mythic battle. He’s dreamy so I’m destined to fall for him.

Mac: Don’t you just love when that happens? I mean, the dreamy warrior, not the mythic battle stuff.  Speaking of dreamy warriors. Hiya Aaron.*finger waves*

Aaron: *nods*: Good morning, Miss Crowne. Glad to see you. Uh, what’s this dreamy warrior stuff? I thought we were here to talk about the battle. Does she know what we’re facing?

Stacy: *glances at Aaron with a barely tolerant look* She will soon, if you let me finish.

Aaron: My mistake. Speak on, my love.

Stacy: *shakes head* Forgive him, Mac. What were you saying, dear?

Mac: Geez, I’m in the middle of a fictitious lover’s spat. LOL I love my life. 🙂 What do you consider your biggest strength?

Stacy: My interest in history. Those who don’t keep it in mind are doomed to repeat it. Of course, in my case, I’m in trouble either way. 😉

Mac: LOL Well, at least you’re prepared.

Stacy: You would think, wouldn’t you?

Mac: What about biggest weakness?

Stacy: The fact that sometimes I rely too heavily on my books. Not everything’s written down for posterity it seems—or at least I’ve learned from Aaron’s Druid advisors and friends that it isn’t. That and immortal Celtic Warriors. And …heck, I’m a fan of tootsie rolls.

Mac: Wait! Immortal Celtic warriors?

Stacy: *laughs* That’s what my family says “What do you mean, Immortal Celtic Warriors? Here? Sheesh, our ancestors were nuts.”….however…

Mac: Oh, my, and tootsie rolls? Did someone mention chocolate? Hell, Stacy, that’s a universal weakness. 🙂 So, the romance genre is often heavy with heartbreaking conflict, but what makes you laugh?

Stacy: Not much these days, I have to be honest, but seeing Aaron fiddle with the automatic light in my kitchen does the trick.

Mac: Oh, yeah. There’s nothing like watching a big tough guy from another century deal with modern technology, is there? 🙂 What was the toughest aspect of your story for you and Juli to work through?

Stacy: The whole concept of the harshad. I’d heard the word through family legend, but never knew exactly what it would mean to me.

Aaron: For those that don’t know, harshad is a number sequence that’s divisible by whatever its digits add up to. In our case, we picked 500. As I said, the harshad war is when we, meaning the Tuatha dé Danann and Balor fight for the dominance of the Earth. Happens every 500 years.

Stacy: *nods* Lucky me, I got the job to oversee it this time. I hadn’t thought much about it until Aaron started trying to explain why they picked me.  I mean to say, we knew about my ancestress in the 1500s, but I had no idea I had ancestors all the way back to…well, the Ice Age. *ugh* Look, I love history but oh. Gods! Trying to unwind that timeline just about drove us both crazy!

Aaron: Absolutely. If it wasn’t for Cyreth, one of our Druids, I probably would’ve gone crazy too with all the questions Stacy (and Juli) kept throwing at me! What is 500 years from the year 100AD? Hell, I don’t know. We calculate different than you humans.

Mac: LOL Aaron. Sorry, but when you show up and announce an impending epic battle, you have to expect a few questions.

Aaron: You have no idea. Comes with the territory, unfortunately.  The stewards (that’d be women of Stacy’s family) know to expect us, but they never just believe it. Gives every guardian I’ve ever met a headache.

Mac: Poor Aaron. Being a guardian sounds like a tough job, but hey, somebody’s got to do it, and you sound like you’ve got Stacy’s number. *wink* Now, can you share a short excerpt from your favorite scene in the story? And tell us why it’s your favorite.

Stacy: Oh, dear how to choose! Okay here’s one, a little hint; we’ve left Kansas here, folks. The woman we’re dealing with here isn’t exactly what she seems (man, I wish I’d known that earlier). Ahem, the scene goes:

The woman’s steely gaze, the ruby and shark’s tooth earring glittering in her right earlobe, and the dark threat mesmerized Stacy.

“No, you won’t have this ground.” A cool male voice brought the silver-eyed woman up short and the fog lifted from Stacy’s mind.

Aaron Fielding stood before her dressed in casual jeans and a gray, cable knit sweater. He seemed right at home here among the students, and yet somehow he also stood apart.

The air shifted. Stacy could have sworn his leather coat, for just an instant, took on the shape of a golden eagle’s wings.

A high-pitched whine escaped from the silver-eyed woman’s throat. She cocked her head as she took Aaron in, a bemused smile spreading over her face as if she were privy to some private joke.

Stacy: Why is it one of my favorites? Because one, I wish I’d known how tricky the harbingers were before that evening! I never would’ve let this woman into my gallery! Thank gods, Aaron was there to fight her off. And 2) Because it was the first time I’d ever seen Aaron in battle! *swoon* Did I mention I have a thing for immortal Celtic warriors?

Mac: Ahem. You’re not alone. *eyebrow waggles*

Aaron: *grins* Mac, darling girl, you’re in the right place. *winks*

Stacy: *pokes him* Don’t make me hurt you.

Aaron: I mean, I’ll introduce you to my brothers-in-arms, sometime.

Mac: Whoot! I’m going to hold you to that, Arron. 😉 Thanks so much for visiting with us today. Do either of you have a question for our junkie visitors?

Stacy: If you could find an ancient diary from anyone in your family line, what period in history would it be from and what would you do with it? (bonus points if you’d bring it to Bitter Thorn Grove History Center for me to oversee it for you! ;))

And if you’d like, you can read more about our battle in Passion’s Sacred Dance, by our …um, scribe, Juli D. Revezzo. It’s available on Kindle and coming soon to The Wild Rose Press and other e-retailers. Here’s a taste:

Battling mounting debt, Stacy Macken is determined not to lose her historic art gallery. When Aaron Fielding appears and offers to help, she fights to keep the attraction sizzling between them from clouding her judgment. He may be her savior in disguise–but can she trust him?

Aaron intrigues her with tales of the Tuatha dé Danann, sworn warriors who protect humanity from the monsters seeking their destruction. If Aaron can prove what he claims, she would give up anything to help–even the gallery he claims is sacred ground. But with her property set to stage the next epic battle, she needs answers. An old family diary will confirm the ancient legend is true, if only they can find it in time.

If the battle is lost, the enemy will take control of Earth for the next five hundred years. Stacy and Aaron’s budding love might only complicate things.

Now that you know about us, I suppose we should tell you a little about Juli:

Juli D. Revezzo is a Florida girl, with a love of fantasy, science fiction, and Arthurian legend, so much so she gained a B.A. in English and American Literature. She loves writing stories with fantastical elements whether it be a full-on fantasy, or a story set in this world–slightly askew. She has been published in short form, and recently released her debut paranormal romance novel Passion’s Sacred Dance. She also has an article and book review or two out there. But her heart lies in the storytelling.

 

And you can find out more about us, and our dear scribe, at http://julidrevezzo.com

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Juli D. Revezzo: Thanks for having Stacy, Aaron and I here today, Mac. It’s been fun! Best of luck in all your future endeavors.