Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Lydia Bennet at her worst and best

In Book 1, I began where Jane Austen ended her story which was mostly about Darcy & Eliza and the eldest sister Jane and her beloved, Charles Bingley. Only in the middle of the story, Lydia breaks all the rules to secure herself a better life.

From her own words this is how Eliza Bennet described Lydia:
"Lydia was Lydia still: untamed, unabashed; wild, noisy and fearless.”
—quote by Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

And that is what I had to begin with. 

In fact, to see Lydia through her own eyes rather than Eliza's, I had to move back to the Merritt Ball where Lydia takes the first of very many risks. Her ultimate objective? It's to save herself from the horrid and dismal life that will be her future if she cannot break away from certain poverty.

So she chooses Wickham. Yes, she truly loves him, but more important, he is much like her. He will help her take chances and risk. 

Lydia is not an evil child. She does seem to be selfish, but if she does not tend to herself and her future, who will? Certainly not her parents. 
When their father dies, they will be tossed from the house and land. It will all go to their horrid male cousin. And while effort is taken to settle Jane and Eliza, no one gives a fig about the younger three daughters. While Kitty and Mary may 'hope' for a miracle, Lydia will not sit by as she falls into dire poverty. She is smart, has some odd, but useful skills, and is brave enough to take risks. 

So she leaves a note that she and Wickham are headed to Gretna Green. Then they make a roundabout trip to London instead.

The first thing Lydia discovers is that she truly enjoys sex.

Nor does she bare shame in having sex before she is properly married. In fact, that very action forced her father and uncle (but mostly Darcy) to provide her with a decent dowry to compel Wickham to marry her.

This was her first step to freedom from poverty and misery and she chose it without reservation. Nor was she ashamed that she had the cleverness to do what none of the other sisters could do.

In Book One she achieves her objectives in shocking ways. Some readers were offended that she had sex for money. Others rallied behind Lydia, understanding that this was the only way she could acquire a wealthy duke to secure her future.

When she heads off to London with Wickham,
David, the Duke of Rochester, has sent sufficient money to her secret bank account to ensure she would continue to be a
Woman of Wealth.
He has also given her his finest house in the West End, plus a fabulous staff of servants. While he had to send her off to save his marriage, he still loves her with all his heart.

In Book Two: Lydia is 20 yrs old and is an independent woman of wealth. She achieved this goal because upon their arrival to the West End, I kill off Wickham. Honestly, I did not see how to improve Lydia as long as Wickham was part of her life. He was a terrible husband and human being. He had to go!

Of course, Lydia has always loved her flawed Wickham, so she is devastated by his death. Trying to help her, Darcy brings his sister, Georgiana, who is also in mourning, to come live with Lydia. 

Lydia and Georgiana are very different young ladies, but they hit it off from the first day. In fact, they manage to stay inside during the coldest winter ever recorded and have a fun time during their 'mourning' period.

A year later...

Lydia runs into David Thurgood, The Duke of Rochester when he comes to London. (In book one, Lydia had given him three sons, since his wife could not. But then she had to go, or David feared she would destroy his marriage.)

Lydia now learns David's wife has died trying to give him a fourth child. Naturally, she wants to marry him, only David has already contracted to marry another woman. The contract is settled and if he backs out, he will lose all his properties and money.

Things look bleak for Lydia...And she takes to her bed, only she soon learns that the woman David is contracted to marry intends to kill David's three sons before the week is out. 

That gets her out of bed and ready to battle.

It doesn't matter if you loved or hated Lydia in book one. I promise you, you will love the determined young woman she becomes in book 2.

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Prince of Fools by Nancy Gideon

House of Terriot, book 3

by Nancy Gideon

Genre: Dark Paranormal Romance

A dark prince to her Cinderella barmaid . . .

Rico . . . Prince in the shapeshifter House of Terriot

Reckless, hotheaded Rico Terriot seeks purpose and a sense of pride training the resentful guardians of New Orleans to defend a city besieged by a deadly outside force. Torn between his desire for his brother’s mate and the woman tied to the child of another, protecting their future happiness means denying his own on a dangerous path to redemption.

One night of stolen pleasure he didn’t remember and she couldn’t forget…

Amber . . . a single mother hiding a terrible past

Rico Terriot was the stuff of dreams . . . lately all of hers. But there’s no happily-ever-after for someone living in the shadows, protecting dangerous secrets that threaten her and her daughter. Dare she believe in a fairytale prince when he comes to her rescue, not knowing the price he’ll pay for making her troubles his own? From world’s so far apart, is love strong enough to hold them together . . . and keep them alive?

“Utterly captivating 5 Stars, Prince of Fools is intense, fast-paced, paranormal romance/suspense at its best - A stunningly raw, heart racing story that held me in a trance from cover to cover!”
-Cross My Heart Reviews

Amber stood motionless in the kitchen, paralyzed by grief and fear and loss.

It was over. The dream, the desire, the hopes that they'd become more. Rico Terriot was a luxury she couldn't afford. She'd been kidding herself, lost in the fantasy that they'd ever become more than convenient lovers. He wasn't staying in New Orleans, and there wasn't the slightest chance he ever intended to take her—them—with him when he returned to his mountain. Terriots weren't accepting of those not of their clan.

Rico hadn't gone out of his way to seduce her, quite the other way around. She'd taken advantage of his broken heart, made herself available then invaluable, as his friend, as his pseudo-family, as his willing bedmate. He'd probably never considered taking their relationship beyond the sheets and certainly not beyond the perimeter of the Quarter. It was all a blissful interlude to him before being called back to his real life. Leaving her and Evie to face the ugliness of their own.

She stood panting in the center of her kitchen, her sense of security torn away by a single, paralyzing fact. They were still looking. How long before they found her? Was she putting Rico in greater danger by mere association?

They’d have to leave New Orleans. Every second from now on was borrowed time. She couldn’t just run, not with a child to consider. The time to plan for a quick escape started now, this minute, ticking down toward what could be their last.

From now until she went into work, she’d go over her savings, quietly see how much she could get for the house, and start creating a believable lie for leaving everyone she loved behind in a hurry. Then they’d disappear, both her and Evangeline. Or they’d be as good as dead.

The thought again flashed through heart and mind to go to Rico. He’d get them out of the city if she asked.

No. She couldn’t involve him, not while he was within reach of those who meant her harm. He was wrapped up in his own intrigues, and who knew if one spilled over into the other. But if she ran without explanation, he’d follow. She knew he would. So, she’d have to make sure he wouldn’t want to.

Survivor’s instincts that had kept her alive and Evie safe kicked into place, setting in motion the pattern of cool, sharp, unemotional thought that would carry them away from harm and all they’d ever desired.


Could the bargain they made to save their lives become their reality?

Turow . . .

Strong, silent man of integrity content to serve his new king as a prince in the turbulent shape-shifter House of Terriot. A tracker and relentless hunter, he’s used to running trails alone until charged with returning a traitor to their mountain top home to face the unforgiving judgment of their clan. Isolated with the bad girl he’s loved forever, the choice between duty and desire has never been more difficult . . . or deadly.

Sylvia . . .

Manipulative schemer or victim caught between a mother’s ambition and a rogue prince’s lust for power? Trust is almost as foreign as the idea of love, but to save herself from certain death, she must risk both on the good man who deserves them . . . from someone worthy. Trapped by the only one who believes in her goodness, she must betray him and run for her life . . . or stay and destroy him with a long hidden truth.

Obsessed with an enemy - the only female to ever walk away from him . . .

Colin . . . Prince in the House of Terriot

Brawny, cynical negotiator for his clan, Colin Terriot sees a move to New Orleans as an escape from a painful past and his reputation as a legendary lover. What he didn't expect was to fall hard for a rival spy, the female who tricked and betrayed him by leaving his bed for his brother's. Now, he now must work with her, up close and personal, as the envoy for her clan. Things are about to heat up.

Determined to have him - even if having him means losing all . . .

Mia . . . Strong-willed Guedry heir

Denied her rightful legacy, Mia Guedry plans to stake her claim over the bodies of those who killed her family. But best laid plans fall before her desire for the one male she can't resist, the one who will never trust her once burned by her necessary deceptions. Saving her Terriot prince from plans already in motion may cost more than her inheritance . . . the price could be her life.

Nancy Gideon is the award-winning, bestselling author of over 60 romances ranging from historical, regency and series contemporary suspense to dark paranormal, with a couple of horror screenplays tossed into the mix, and is currently testing the “Hybrid Author” waters of self-publishing. When not at the keyboard, this Central Michigan writer feeds a Netflix addiction along with all things fur, fin and fowl. She also has written under the pen names Dana Ransom, Rosalyn West and Lauren Giddings.

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Thursday, October 26, 2017

Every October by Aubree Lane

by Aubree Lane

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Being dead isn’t as easy as you think.

Tied to the cemetery where her remains came to rest, the ghost of Zoey Harris is stuck. The only bright spot in her miserable afterlife is that every October she gets to visit her daughter. It’s typically a quick fly-by to see what costume she’s wearing for Halloween, but this year the five-year-old can not only sense her mother’s essence, she can see her. The adventure begins when Zoey grows more confident in her newfound haunting abilities and decides to sneak a peek and see what her husband has been up to.

Until death do us part was all Caleb promised. To have the specter of his dead wife reappear the moment he finds the courage to take off his wedding band is the stuff nightmares are made of. Their daughter loves it when Zoey drops by each fall, but he’s tired of the sadness and grief. Caleb needs more…even if it means chaining Zoey to her headstone for all eternity.

THE PULL GREW EACH OCTOBER. The urge to check in on her family was overwhelming. Zoey leaned her wispy frame over her daughter’s bed and kissed her forehead. The little girl blew out a contented sigh and nestled deeper into her pillow.

The scar running down the middle of Amy’s brow had faded to white. A second scar across her nose was barely noticeable. Zoey smiled. The plastic surgeon did an exceptional job. In another year, both scars would vanish.

Her best and only friend appeared beside her. “Here you are. I should have known.”

“Hush. Don’t wake her.”

Prue rolled her eyes. “Please, she’s a kid. I could scream at the top of my lungs and she wouldn’t move a muscle.” She gazed down at the angelic five-year-old and the tone of the older ghost softened. “Look how much she’s grown. I have to hand it to you, Zoe, you gave birth to a cute little sweetie pie.”

Zoey glowed with pride at the compliment until the memory of the car crash rushed in. It had been touch and go for the toddler. Every time Amy’s chubby arms reached out for her, Zoey pushed her away and told her to be with her father. Shunning her child was worse than dying, but Amy was only three years old. She was far too young to pass through the barrier between life and death. Guilt and sorrow filled every inch of Zoey’s ghostly being. “Then I almost caused her death.”

Icy fingers gouged her arm. Prue pulled her aside and chided, “Zoe, I love you, but you have to let it go. The accident might have been your fault, but Amy and Caleb didn’t die. You did. They’re fine.”

Amy’s sleepy voice called out, “Mommy?”

Prue’s eyes went wide as saucers. She hesitated for barely a moment before evaporating into thin air.

Zoey glided back to her daughter’s bed. “Yes, baby. It’s me.”

The five-year-old’s eyes never wavered. “I knew you’d come.”

Amy could sense when her mother was near, but it wasn’t possible for Zoey to manifest her spectral self. She wondered what Amy saw when she looked at her. “Smarty pants.” Zoey chuckled. “What gave me away?”

“Daddy asked me what I wanted to be for Halloween. That’s when you come.”

Zoey’s heart swelled with love. Amy was so small when the accident happened, yet she still thought of her. “Don’t leave me hanging. What are you dressing up as this year?”

Cartoon princesses danced across the front of her daughter’s light blue pajamas when she sat up. “I’m going to be a birthday cake. Lauren is making it especially for me.”

Her ghostly ears perked at the unfamiliar name. Zoey hoped she was the new nanny, but she suspected her husband’s grief had passed and that Lauren was Caleb’s girlfriend. Jealousy flared white hot.


Aubree Lane is a true story teller. This award-winning author has been writing in one form or another for most of her life and has loved every moment.

Aubree lives in the beautiful foothills of Northern California with her husband, two wonderful sons, and a super special peek-a-poo named Tanner. When not managing the pooper-scooper, Aubree can be found at one of her favorite vacation spots ranging anywhere from Lake Tahoe to Maui.

Her motto: Write Until Your Butt Hurts, And Your Eyes Are Crossed.


Monday, October 23, 2017

Betting on Cinderella by Petie McCarty

The Cinderella Romances, book 2

by Petie McCarty

Genre: contemporary romance

Garrett Tucker inherits his grandfather's casino empire and steps into the reclusive billionaire's shoes as the "Prince of Vegas." His first act is to buy a bankrupt casino in Biloxi. When he discovers embezzling in his new operation, Garrett goes in undercover. His prime suspect is the new finance supervisor—the spitfire brunette who stole his heart at first sight.

Andi Ryan moves to Biloxi to care for her godmother and takes a job as finance supervisor for the renovated Bayou Princess casino. She discovers someone is skimming from the till and starts her own investigation, worried she will be blamed for the theft when the new owner discovers her godmother has a gambling addiction.

Garrett's rival Vegas competitor has sent a spy in to ruin the Bayou Princess, and Garrett and Andi are forced to work together to prove her innocence and discover the identity of their casino spy.

Garrett mentally kicked himself. He had gone and scared her.

Too much. Too soon. 

But he couldn’t make himself move. He could lie here forever with Andi in his arms.

She wriggled from his grasp to sit up. “Um . . .”


She looked too uncertain.

Not good. 

He was okay with, “Not now, but maybe later.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

Good thing he was sitting down. The jangle of fear that hit him could have knocked his knees out from under him.

“Can’t or won’t?” he forced out. No maybes on this one.


What the hell? Can’t and won’t?

All his uncertainties flooded back. Flora had said Andi and Peters were just friends. Was that friends with benefits? And what about that damn Drakos pawing her last week? No, he wouldn’t let those doubts crowd them here on the couch.

“Too soon?” he tried.

“Partly.” She looked away, and his heart sank amongst the growing heap of doubts.

“There’s someone else,” he said flatly, working to keep his expression blank and the hurt at bay.

She met his gaze square on then, no doubt trying to muscle her courage. “There’s something I should tell you.”


“I’m—” She exhaled hard. “—no good at it.”

What? Is that all?

He fought back a grin of pure joy. “I’ll give you lessons.” He pulled her back for another kiss.

She shoved at his chest. “No. I don’t think I should.”

She flinched at his expression, and he worked to smooth his scowl.

“Go ahead. Spit it out.” Even he didn’t like his tone. “You’re sleeping with someone else, right?”

He should have done his homework before he went off half-cocked with all the flowers and balloons, trying to woo her.

“No, and I should slap you for that, suggesting I’m loose enough to go out with you while sleeping with someone else.”

“Then what the hell is it?” he shouted, forgetting all about Flora at the back of the house.

“I’ve never done it before!” she shouted back.

“What? Slapped someone?”

“No, you jerk. Slept with someone.” This, she didn’t shout.

He froze, right down to his heartbeat, and stared at her bright-pink cheeks. Could it be? Was she? A virgin?

“Holy smokes,” he wheezed.

She stared at her untouched glass of wine. “I’m not saying you and I will never,” she said softly.

Relief, warm and desperate, allowed his muscles to finally move. He gently traced the line of her cheek with his finger, a lump forming in his throat at the touch of something so rare and priceless.
“Glad to hear that.” He brushed his lips across hers, light as a whisper. Once. “My little sweetheart.” Twice. “My precious—” Three times. Always a charm.

“You’re not mad?”

Those big blue eyes stared up at him with an innocence that made his too-experienced heart ache with emotion.


Should he tell her he wanted to go outside and howl his joy at the moon? To yell to the world what a lucky son of a gun he was? His Andi would be his Andi—proprietary, like his stock portfolio. All his. No one else. A primal sense of possessiveness overwhelmed him.

“No, sweetheart, not mad. Glad,” he managed, then tugged her close and let his kiss show her exactly how he felt.

“When you’re ready,” he said against her lips. “Only when you’re ready.”

He had finally said and done the right thing, for she grabbed his shirt and laid an eye-crossing kiss on him.

Cinderella's fairy tale moves to Jupiter Island, Florida where Lily Foster, owner of an eclectic landscape nursery, is mistaken for a wealthy socialite by billionaire resort developer Rhett Buchanan. Overdue for a little romance in her life, Lily is anxious for one fabulous date with her handsome prince, so she cultivates her inadvertent masquerade.

Rhett Buchanan has become jaded with the Palm Beach social scene, dominated by scheming women desperate for more money -- his money. Rhett falls hard when he meets Lily Foster. She is a breath of fresh air after the smog of gold diggers constantly surrounding him.

For Rhett and Lily, it's love at first sight until her deception comes to light and pitches their relationship into a disastrous tailspin. Well-meaning friends are determined to intercede and resort to inept high jinks to reunite the estranged couple while a wicked ex-girlfriend plays dirty to keep the couple apart.

Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World -- "The Most Magical Place on Earth" -- where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her "day" job to write her stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels to her regency time-travel series, Lords in Time, and her mystery-romance-with-elements-of-suspense series, the Mystery Angel Romances.

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer spaniel addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue.

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Friday, October 20, 2017

Landmarks Series

by Laura Strickland

Genre: Historical Romance, Americana

Accused of ruining Mae Ballard and faced with a shotgun wedding, Jefferson Lind knows exactly who’s to blame. He’s been taking the fall for Jedediah’s sins as long as he can remember. Mae’s a shrieking shrew, and he hasn’t seen Jed, his identical twin, since they worked digging the Erie Canal together. If he’d been ordered to marry Mae’s sweet younger sister Rosie, instead, he sure wouldn’t complain.

Rosie’s the only member of her family who believes Jeff, and she’d go to any lengths to free him from her sister’s clutches. But when Jedediah turns up with violent thugs on his tail, things quickly grow more dangerous. Gamblers from Buffalo seize both sisters as hostages, prompting a daring impersonation. Can Jeff and Jed shed their troubled past and win the hearts of the women they love?

She poured some of the septic powder she'd brought into the basin. "Let's get you cleaned up first, eh?"

A few of the scrapes were deep. Clearly he'd had a go at washing them off and done a poor job. The next few moments were painful to both of them. Rosie hated hurting anyone, except maybe Mae. Her sympathetic agony, however, was offset by the sheer pleasure of touching him.

By heaven, to have such a man beneath her hands! He smelled like sunshine, fresh air and tangy male, and it went straight to her head.

She concentrated on separating herself from the feelings surging through her and failed completely when he suddenly raised his hand and touched her cheek.

"What happened to you?"

All sense had gone out of Rosie's mind; she had to search it to remember.

"Oh, that was Mae."

"Mae?" His tawny eyes narrowed between their swollen lids. "She hit you?"

Rosie smiled ruefully. "She did."

"Nasty baggage. She left a bruise."

"Don't worry about me, Mr. Lind."

"I think you should call me Jeff, don't you? Seeing as how you're the one person in the world who believes I’m not a liar."

"Jeff," Rosie repeated, suddenly breathless.

"My misbegotten brother is Jed—Jedediah and Jefferson." Humor tinged his voice. "I'm called after the great president."

"Lucky you."

"Never been lucky, no not me." His eyes looked into hers, dodging nothing. "At least, I never was."

Review of Laura Strickland’s Stars in the Morning
This was a delightful read. A great many tangles must be straightened out, and honestly, I wasn’t sure how they’d turn out, but Laura Strickland always finds a way. 

It all begins with a case of mistaken identity. Back in Jamesport, NY, in 1826, a pretty young lady insists he is the man who has put a babe in her stomach. After beating him half to death, the father demands he marry his daughter. Jeff knows it wasn’t him, and suspects he knows who it is: his twin brother, Jed. Only no one is buying the story.

I won’t speak further on all the twists of this fabulous story. Discovering them is half the fun.

From beginning to end this was grand entertainment. It even had bits of unexpected humor along the way.  I wish I could give it six stars. 

Award-winning author Laura Strickland delights in time traveling to the past and searching out settings for her books, be they Historical Romance, Steampunk or something in between. Born and raised in Western New York, she’s pursued lifelong interests in lore, legend, magic and music, all reflected in her writing. Although she enjoys travel, she’s usually happiest at home with her husband and her "fur" child, a rescue dog. Author of numerous Historical and Contemporary Romances, she resides within walking distance of the Erie Canal.

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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Daryl Devore shares Research & Romance

Research and Romance

I like to mix reality with my romance. I research exotic places and send my characters there – in this series – Thailand, India, Indonesia, England and France.
I have a miscellaneous file for each book and it is fill with photos of what the character looks like, the apartment or the house. Even – in the case of this trilogy – what the bathroom floor looks like in Darien, the rock star's house.

Sometimes I bump into something and I just have to use it. That's how Kintsugi ended up in my book – 

Between Despair and Ecstasy.
Kintsugi is an ancient Japanese tradition of fixing broken things with gold or lacquer to make them even more beautiful. I bumped into this tradition while searching for something else and was immediately captured by the concept.

In Between Despair and Ecstasy, I found a perfect moment to use the idea. Darien knows that his and Erika's marriage is not going to be perfect. Internet rumours, the pressures of being a celebrity, the travelling and all the other components of a rock star's life can be hard on a marriage. He doesn't want to become another celebrity divorce statistic. 

When Erika finished, the official turned to Darien. “Your turn to speak your bride.”

He lifted his gaze to meet hers and steeled his nerves. If you can sing in front of eighty thousand people, you can talk to your wife. Wife. The word brought a tear to his eye and filled his heart with joy.

He reached his right hand forward. She lifted her left. He clasped it. “There is an ancient Oriental tradition of mending things. Instead of throwing a cracked teacup away they fill the crack with gold. This ring—” He traced his finger around her wedding band. “This ring symbolizes that and much more. So much more.”

Brian tapped his shoulder and handed him an old teacup, with cracks gleaming with gold. He placed the cup on her palm. “There are going to be cracks in our marriage, but instead of throwing it away, we’ll mend it with these gold bands. The symbols of our love.”

He cupped his hands under hers. “Erika. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all the heartache I’ve caused you, all the sleepless nights, and all the stress that the chaos of my life created. And I’m apologizing now for the same heartache, sleepless nights, and stress that I’m going to cause you in the next seventy-five, eighty years of our lives and marriage.

“I was blind to my reality. I thought I had it all. A great career and too much money. I didn’t know I was missing love. The core to my existence. Then you entered my life, peeled away the false illusion and opened my eyes.

“I saw how hollow I was. How incomplete. I never want that again. I vow to be more present in your life and in our marriage. I could spend all day just staring at you. I love your smile. Your eyes.

“But you know all this. I poured out my love for you in my song, I’m Just a Man. Every word is true.
“I’m just a man.

“In love.

“With you.”

Concerned for his fiancée, Erika Bailey’s safety, rock star Darien Scott races to Bangkok to protect her, only to discover his brother is missing. Fearing the worse, he contacts his nemesis, Gan, and makes a repulsive deal that will free his brother and protect Erika’s club, The Pink Flamingo. Or so he thought. When a python and Gan are involved, things go sour, and Darien sinks into a deep depression.

Erika is disheartened by the betrayal of her parents. Her father's destruction of her club, and the humiliation of her mother’s drunken behavior have her feeling down, but those are the least of her worries. She has a wedding to plan, but won’t. Having been betrayed too often, she’s scared to trust Darien.

How can Erika prove to herself and Darien that she loves and trusts him? Simple. All she has to do is jump out of a plane.

A Spicy Delight
Rockstar, Darian Scott and his fiancée, Erika Bailey have huge hurdles to overcome before they can get married, and Erika’s parents are determined to push Darian out of Erika’s life. Instead, Erika pushes them out her life, and given what they did, you may agree with her decision.
Darian proves there is no limit as to what he’ll do to save those he loves. However, it does almost break him. Would have if not for Erika loving heart. Only she can pull him from his darkness.
Honestly, there are moments where I would have walked away, but Erika’s love kept her trying and in the end, you get a very fine HEA.
Be aware: There are some shocking scenes, raw love, and parents behaving badly in this book.

What I loved most: While Erika loses a great deal in this story, her beloved Darian tries his hardest to replace that which he knows is most important to her.

Daryl Devoré lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She's touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.

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