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Resisting Hunter *Reviewed*

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Title: Resisting Hunter (Love and Lust Duet, Part 1)

Author: Rachael Orman

Genre: Billionaire Erotic Romance

Publication Date: October 19, 2017

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Who knew life could change so fast? I certainly didn’t.

At 25 years old, I discover that I have a twin sister who I never knew about. We’ve been raised in completely opposite worlds, but that doesn’t stop us from bonding once we learn of each other’s existence.

However, I’m not quite sure how to handle my sister’s adopted brother, Hunter. He is the sexiest man I have ever seen and he is determined to get me into his bed.

If I give in, I will be putting the budding relationship with my sister at risk.

I refuse to give in.

WARNING: Sexually explicit scenes. Intended for audiences 18+ years.

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My steps faltered when my eyes landed on the man standing in front of her. He was speaking in a tone so low I couldn’t hear what he was saying. He hadn’t yet spotted me so I let my eyes feast on him an extra second longer. Bulging muscles stretched the sleeves of the t-shirt he was wearing. Not too much, but enough to show he worked out. Broad chest. Long legs encased in jeans that showed off his thick thighs. I finally forced my eyes back to his face only to discover he was now looking directly at me.

His forehead creased, his eyebrows drawing together. Clearly, he wasn’t happy to see me. The mouthwatering arms I had just been admiring crossed over his chest as he followed each step I took that brought me closer to him. His dark hair was pushed back from his face on top and short on the sides. Thick eyebrows and dark lashes emphasized his magnificent blue eyes. Even with his lips pursed in a tight line, he was jaw-droppingly handsome.

An aura emanated from him. One that let everyone know he was powerful, demanding, controlling. He wasn’t the type of man to back down from a challenge and he always got what he wanted, no matter the cost.

He was intimidating and intense even without speaking a single word — and I wanted him. What would it be like to have a man like that? Would he hold a woman down and fuck her hard and fast? I was willing to bet he would. Thoughts of all the wicked things we could do together had my panties growing damp and my nipples pushing out, begging for attention.

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I am a happily married mother of two beautiful (and trying) little girls. We have two German Shepherd pups (2 yr old and 7 month old) that are constantly getting into trouble and keeping us on our toes.

I am currently attending ASU for my Bachelor’s in Graphic Design, but I am an avid reader when I’m not writing a book of my own. Just like I write, I prefer hot, naughty and all out dirty books, but I also enjoy Urban Fantasy, dystopian and science fiction as well (as long as there is a little romance somewhere in them). I also love to volunteer anywhere I can to help those who are in need.

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***Available Now, Wind Chime Summer***

Sophie Moss released the third book in her USA Today bestselling contemporary romance series, Wind Chime Summer, today!

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Wind Chime Summer blurb:
If you open your heart, it will always lead you home…

Since leaving the Army six months ago, Izzy Rivera has closed herself off from everyone and everything. Struggling with a debilitating case of PTSD, she has been fired from three jobs and was recently arrested for assault. Her last hope is a rehab program for veterans on Heron Island, which she was admitted to on a probationary basis and which she must complete to stay out of jail.

After establishing an illustrious career as a marine biologist, Ryan Callahan has returned to Heron Island to open a nonprofit to save the Chesapeake Bay and help his father—a fourth-generation waterman—expand his oyster farm. As one of the primary employers for the veterans’ center, Ryan is counting on his new workforce to make the merging of these two operations a success.

But Ryan underestimated the challenges of employing a group of physically and psychologically wounded veterans—particularly the female Army veteran who wants nothing to do with his nonprofit, his father’s farm, or the peaceful island that’s supposed to help her heal. Can Ryan find a way to convince Izzy to believe in something again? Or will the shell she’s built around her heart trap her in the past forever?

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Sophie Moss is a USA Today bestselling and multi-award winning author. She is known for her captivating Irish fantasy romances and heartwarming contemporary romances with realistic characters and unique island settings. As a former journalist, Sophie has been writing professionally for over ten years. She lives in Maryland, where she’s working on her next novel. When she’s not writing, she’s testing out a new dessert recipe, exploring the Chesapeake Bay, or fiddling in her garden. Sophie loves to hear from readers. Email her at sophiemossauthor@gmail.com or visit her website sophiemossauthor.com to sign up for her newsletter.

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“To being wicked.” His grey eyes were
laughing at me. “Together.”

The pleasant thumping in my knickers
became a vigorous pounding. Richard
Cummings was gorgeous. I could feel his charm wrapping around me like a
warm blanket.

Irresistible, right? I heard myself quip,
“Are you Cumming onto me?”

He bounced right back, “Absolutely.”

Oh well, I told myself. It’s just a flirt
fest. I have those all the
time, and it hardly ever comes to anything. Because of the curves,
probably. Men like me, but after we’ve had a laugh, they go to bed with
someone skinny.

This was no different. I’d have a giggle
with Richard, enjoy the charm
and the good looks, lust after him a little bit, and know it was purely a
game. Because tech billionaires with a penchant for A-list models don’t
fall for curvy caterers.

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Curvy chef Sophie Weston has given up on love. But when she is hired to
cater for a very exclusive house party, she falls instantly for handsome
tech tycoon Richard Cummings. However, she quickly discovers that
Richard has a shady past. Should she trust him or should she walk away
before her heart is broken again? A fun uplifting romance with a big
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A strong curvy woman and a man that knows how to treat a lady… You can’t beat this combination. His Laughing Girl is a fun lighthearted romance with characters that you will enjoy. The characters are well written and the connection between them is just right.

You’re definitely going to want to grab this one. This is a complete story that is perfect for the Happy Ever After reader. I’m sure you’re going to love Sophie and Richard’s story just as much as I did. Thanks for another great read, Ellen Whyte. 

***Author Hazel James***

Author: Hazel James
Title: I’ll Be the One
Release Date: May 17, 2016

For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall graduate.

Rachel Wheaton
The senior Economics project is supposed to teach us about real life. Budgeting. Social classes. Careers. I was supposed to plan it all out with my school husband. I didn’t plan on actually falling in love with him, too.
But sometimes real life doesn’t go according to plans. Sometimes you have to make hard decisions and sacrifices for the person you love. That’s what marriage is about, right?

James Tennyson
I’ve always known things before they happen. Nothing major, like lottery numbers, but it’s been pretty useful for things like playing football and dodging clingy girls. I’ve never been able to see my future. I didn’t think much about it, to be honest.
Until second period, when she walked through the door.
Falling in love with her unlocked something inside me. Those little things I know? Now they’re big things. Life-saving things. So who do I save? And at what cost? I made a vow to her.

For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live.

 

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“All right, class. Let’s get into our project. As I mentioned before the break, the senior Economics project is based on real life. You will each be assigned a partner and the two of you will become a couple. You’ll spend the next five months dealing with budgets, jobs, bills, pretend families, and so on. I will place you in different socio-economic classes and you’ll see how that affects the jobs you can find, the houses you can afford and the opportunities you have in life. I’ll throw in some twists here and there too. Now, let’s partner up and get hitched.”

She counts off pairs around the classroom and ends up on my row of desks. “Alicia and Scott. Cori and Mike. Rachel and James.”

Holy shit. I love this class. I love this desk. I love this assignment.

“Stand up and slide your desks back to make space in the middle of the room.” Mrs. Mason grabs a basket off her desk and passes a Ring Pop to each guy in the room. “Gentlemen, please unwrap your rings, stand before your brides and repeat after me:

“I, state your name, take thee, state your bride’s name, in pretend matrimony. I promise to be true to our grade for better or worse, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall graduate.”

I slide the Ring Pop on Rachel’s finger and make an effort to not jerk my hand back. Sparks didn’t actually fly, but I wasn’t expecting her skin to feel so soft. So good. I’ve never been pretend married before, but I already know I can never give another girl a ring again. I’m a senior in high school and I’m ruined for life. I want to get married for real and have her babies. I mean, make her have my babies. Shit, who am I kidding? I’d have her babies if she asked me to.

“Okay, let’s get the desks back in order and I’ll hand out your packets with all of your information. We’ll review them together and you can start looking for houses.”

I slide my desk back up, bringing it slightly closer to Rachel’s. She puts her hair in a ponytail but a few shorter tendrils fall around her face. Fuck, did I just say tendrils? This is not good. I’ve made it seventeen years without having a girlfriend, and now I have a pretend wife and I’m using sissy words.

What’s next? I clear my throat and take a deep breath.

“Let’s try this again. Hi, I’m James. It’s nice to meet you.”


Author: Hazel James
Title: Chased
Release Date: January 26, 2017

Paige Landry
I finally made it. I graduated nursing school, and I found the perfect job. Things were great until a tornado blew through the emergency room, turning my life upside down. I don’t know if I can ever go back to the way things were before. Tornado survivors have a choice to rebuild, or pack up and move away. I’m twenty-two, and I know that one day I want the American dream: a husband, 2.5 kids and a white picket fence. But that’s the thing with rebuilding.

What happens when the next tornado hits? Will I be blown away again?

DH Rhoads
Adrenaline. It’s fueled me since I was thirteen. It’s what I discovered while I chased tornadoes across Oklahoma. It’s what I craved on combat missions in helicopters in Afghanistan. It’s what I lived for, until one day when everything changed. Now, adrenaline is my drug. It numbs me when the memories become too much to bear. It reminds me that I don’t deserve a wife, 2.5 kids and a white picket fence. I’ve seen what tornadoes do to white picket fences. It’s ugly.

I’m the tornado. I’ve already destroyed one family. Don’t chase me.

 

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DH flops on the left side of the bed and adjusts the pillow behind his head while I do the same on the right. “You know, this is a first for me,” he notes.

“Watching The Wizard of Oz?”

“Being turned down in a girl’s room.” We’re both lying down now, so I can’t see his face, but I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Get used to it, Rhoads. Your sexual prowess is dead to me.” I hit play on the remote and toss it on my night stand.

“Keep telling yourself that… what the hell is your last name?”

“Landry.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Landry. You might actually start believing it.”

“Shh! It’s starting!”

“You expect me to be quiet the entire time?”

“It’s only an hour and fifty-two minutes. You can make it, tough guy.” I’ve seen this movie so many times I can recite it in my sleep, but talking over movies bugs me.

DH makes it to the tornado scene before he starts laughing so hard he’s shaking the bed. “Clearly the filmmakers didn’t do any research in Oklahoma before they started,” he finally says.

“Cut them some slack! The movie was made in 1939. Those were state-of-the-art special effects back then!” I hurl a few pieces of popcorn over the pillow barricade.

“You need to see a real tornado. Then you’ll understand what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t want to see a real tornado. They freak me out.”

His head pops over the pillows, and I let out a yelp, sending popcorn into the air. “DH, you scared the shit out of me!”

“Are you afraid of dying?” he asks, ignoring the fact that he almost gave me a heart attack. How ironic.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Just answer the question. Are you afraid of dying?”

I pick up the popcorn that I spilled while my heart settles. “No, not really.”

“And why not?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I guess because I’ve seen it?”

“Exactly. You understand the science behind it. It’s the same thing with tornadoes. Let me teach you so you won’t be afraid.” The light from the TV dances across the room, illuminating the hopeful expression on his face. It’s the grown-up equivalent of puppy dog eyes, and I can feel myself caving.

“How are tornadoes formed, anyway? I never understood that.”

“Well, when a mommy tornado and a daddy tornado love each other very much…”

“Oh my God, you never stop, do you?” I throw a handful of popcorn in his face. “Get back on your side!”

“Go chasing with me tomorrow, and I’ll tell you how tornadoes are formed.”

“You’ve lost your mind.”

“Got any plans?” he challenges.

“No,” I admit.

“Good. Now you do. Now shut up, I’m trying to watch a movie.”

Hazel James is an Army veteran and an active-duty Army wife. Her greatest loves include her family, lip gloss, Diet Coke, and the beach.
  

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Who is the dead guy in my trunk!? (Reviewed)

 

Title: Just a Little Junk
Author: Stylo Fantôme
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Comedy

Release Date: May 22, 2017

 

Blurb
Jodi Morgan is having a bad weekend. After partying a little too hard, she wakes up with a monster
hangover and almost no recollection of the night before. So imagine her
surprise when she looks in her trunk and instead of finding a spare tire, she
finds the last guy she’d danced with before blacking out.


Who is he? How did he get in there? How did he die? And oh dear lord, did she
kill him!?

When her older brother’s best friend offers to help, things start looking up.
They’ve known each other since she was thirteen, and ten years later, he still
treats her like a little kid – surely, committing felonies has to trigger some
sort of spark. Together, they wind up going on an adventure that takes them all
over Los Angeles. From raves to penthouses to strip clubs. All in the search
for the answer to her question.

Who is the dead guy in my trunk!?

Warning: This book contains some dark humor, a lot of witty banter, and two
characters making more bad decisions than good ones. Also contains adult
themes, language, and graphic sexual activity.

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Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since … forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.

Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
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The best part about having Stylo Fantome on your author watch list is that when her books come out you don’t have to waste time reading the synopsis/blurb, you just one-click. It’s that simple because all of her books thus far have been that great. They are uniquely packed with humor, great character connection, and romance.

Just A Little Junk was no exception to the above.  In one jam packed weekend you get sexy with a side of dead body.  Who could ask for more? Well, there is more!

Jodi and Archer’s story have weaseled their way onto my faves list. After you read this one, I’m sure you’ll agree that this is a unique and darkly hilarious read that you’ll be glad you didn’t pass up. You definitely want to grab this one. Enjoy!

Who is the dead guy in my trunk!?

Title: Just a Little Junk
Author: Stylo Fantôme
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Comedy
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs

Release Date: May 22, 2017

Blurb
Jodi Morgan is having a bad weekend. After partying a little too hard, she wakes up with a monster
hangover and almost no recollection of the night before. So imagine her
surprise when she looks in her trunk and instead of finding a spare tire, she
finds the last guy she’d danced with before blacking out.

Who is he? How did he get in there? How did he die? And oh dear lord, did she
kill him!?

When her older brother’s best friend offers to help, things start looking up.
They’ve known each other since she was thirteen, and ten years later, he still
treats her like a little kid – surely, committing felonies has to trigger some
sort of spark. Together, they wind up going on an adventure that takes them all
over Los Angeles. From raves to penthouses to strip clubs. All in the search
for the answer to her question.


Who is the dead guy in my trunk!?

 

Warning: This book contains some dark humor, a lot of witty banter, and two
characters making more bad decisions than good ones. Also contains adult
themes, language, and graphic sexual activity.

Author Bio

Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since … forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.

Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
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Do you love hot & hilarious romantic comedies ft. smokin’ sexual tension?

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One week in paradise with the one man I can’t resist…

Will Cassidy is hot, infuriating, and the guy behind the biggest heart-stomping humiliation of my life. He’s also hosting my BFF’s destination wedding at his super-luxe tropical resort, so short of a hurricane or outbreak of the plague (here’s hoping), I’m stuck within t̶o̶n̶g̶u̶e̶’s̶ arm’s reach of him for the next seven days.

But I’m not a naive college girl anymore, and there’s no way I’m falling for his (many) charms again. I just have to ignore the romantic wedding shenanigans, his miraculous abs, all those intimate beach sunsets… And did I mention those abs?

Maybe a wild vacation fling is exactly what I need to even the score… But between the scorching chemistry and all-inclusive margaritas, I’m getting drunk on love. Which definitely isn’t part of the plan.

Can I keep my heart zipped – even if my bikini bottoms are lost somewhere on that nude beach? And how do you let go of the past when you’re holding on tight to the past’s (very ripped) torso?

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Echoes in Time

 

Echoes in Time
by Stacey A. Purcell
Series: Esterloch, #2
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 14, 2017

 

 

AWAY FROM THE FRONT

Roark Foster kills at work. Truly. As a sniper for the Green Berets, he’s snuffed everything ever asked of him, including all emotion. That last part was easy. After the tragedies of his youth with a Native American heritage, his heart had to go—which makes it all the more difficult to return to Esterloch, NY, to settle the estate of his recently deceased mother. And to deal with the desperate stranger he finds lurking in his yard.

…AND INTO A MINEFIELD

Dr. Monica Peterson’s first step was to hide. That’s why she came to this tiny upstate town, fleeing everyone and everything to stay safe. Next will come Plan B, when she thinks of it, but until then her secrets will stay her own. Yet one intractable soldier calls out to her with his hard eyes and harder body, promising both solace and ineffable danger. For the past is not a war you can escape, and every step with Roark will lead toward an explosion: of old enemies, of hidden pain, and of a love that can erase all want.

 

 

They’re going to finish me this time.Her face plowed into the soft, moist dirt. Leaves and twigs scraped her cheek, stinging, but seemed no more painful than a mosquito bite compared to the rest of her body. As quickly as she was pushed down face-first, her attacker flipped her over and slapped a large hand over her mouth. He straddled her while gathering her flailing arms easily with his other hand.

Please, she prayed, make it quick.

It was unlikely she’d survive another round of “persuasion.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she gave up the struggle. Every move she made increased her pain quotient a thousand times. If they were going to kill her, she wouldn’t fight. Hair, dirt and leaves were flung across her face, blocking any sight of her attacker.

Good. She didn’t want to see him anyway.

She waited for a blow. Nothing came. Instead of giving her false hope, it made her sob louder. This sorry piece of work was playing with her. Making her wait.

“Shut up,” the man growled.

She couldn’t. No power on earth could make her stop crying. Pain and fear melded into an ugly cold instrument of torment.

He pushed down harder on her mouth. “Shut the fuck up.”

Tears flowed in earnest as she tried to shake the punishing hand off her mouth. She screamed through her throat. Agony invaded every molecule of her battered being, taking her beyond caring what was going to happen.

The man shifted his weight to sit more squarely on her chest while yanking her hands tighter in his. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

A bone moved. She jerked. Tortuous misery flashed across her chest and blessed darkness engulfed her.

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“What? What the…” She had gone limp and stopped moving. “Hey.” He shook her hands to wake her. They fell to the side when he let go. She was out. The question was why. He hadn’t hurt her although he could have quite easily. For a burglar, she sucked.

Curiosity drove him to brush the tangled wad of leaves and hair off her face. He pulled the flashlight out of his pocket to get more light than what the measly porch light offered. He wanted a better look at his burglar. What he discovered shocked the hell out of him.

This girl looked more like an angel than a wood-clubbing thief. He pulled on his beard while he mulled over her finely arched eyebrows, high delicate cheekbones, skin like his mother’s porcelain china and soft, plump lips that begged to be kissed.

Whoa, Foster. Get your head off that track and back on to what you’re going to do with her.

A quick threat assessment told him she wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. Why had she passed out? The way she screamed suggested pain and a lot of it. He knew he hadn’t caused it so the next step was to find the source. Everything checked out until he got to her stomach and rubbed against something rough underneath her shirt. He unbuttoned the cotton blouse and pushed it back.

Holy crap.

Someone or something had used this sweet little body as the end point of a wrecking ball and had beat the shit out of her. Purple and blue bruises bled out from under her makeshift bandage and bra. Her shoulder was swollen with four oval bruises, about an inch apart, covering the space beneath her clavicle.

Duct tape held her together. He’d seen some of the guys do this in the field to support busted ribs until they could get back to base and pain meds.

Confident she was no threat to his safety, he gently lifted her off the ground and headed into the house.

Even unconscious, her face tightened in a grimace as he jostled her in his arms. It must hurt like a motherf*)ker. Her head rolled into his chest making him catch his breath. She was…a woman. A good-looking woman. One, despite her condition and what she had been about to do, made him think about things he had no business thinking.

It had been far too long.

He shouldered open the front door and brought her straight to the couch, where he stretched her out. Before he called Todd to come haul her ass to jail, he wanted to find out what she thought she was doing. It was clear as a bell she wasn’t a career criminal and she had no survival skills to speak of. So why does a woman like this go sneaking around a house in the middle of a forest if she wasn’t looking to do a heist?

And why do it all banged up?

Too many questions and he wanted answers.

Roark took the stairs two at a time to snatch up his first aid kit. He grabbed the ammonia ampoule and headed back down. Maybe she had been in a car accident. Whatever happened, it did an ugly number on her.

He crushed the small container and waved it under her nose. She jerked her head back and forth to escape the noxious odor, but he followed so there was nothing she could do but breathe in the sharp chemical.

“No. Get away from me.” She slapped half-heartedly at his hand, a southern accent thick and slurry.

Once she came into contact with his body, her eyes flew open and there was no doubt of the message. Pure terror. Instead of struggling, she went still as if she were positioned to take a punch. Shallow pants increased in speed.

Broken ribs and abject fear were not a good combination.

“If you’re going to kill me, do it quickly. Please.” She stared at the screen door, refusing to look back at him.

“Kill you? What the hell?” He pulled on his beard. It was hard to decide where she fell on the crazy meter. “Did you escape from a hospital? Are you lost? Because if you’re a burglar, that was an epic failure.”

That did the trick. After a pause, she turned her head to look at him. “What are you talking about? Aren’t you here to kill me?”

“Okay. That’s it. You’ve got to be batshit crazy.” He headed to the phone to make the call he kicked himself for not making sooner. “Lady, you were the one sneaking around my mother’s house.” He punched in Todd Hutchins’s number, the new sheriff in Esterloch.

“Your mother’s…wait a minute. Are you Roark?”

“How do you know my name?” The phone buzzed in his ear with each unanswered ring.

“I’m Monica Peterson.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Texas girl by birth, child of the world by choice.

While I was born in Texas, it was a momentary lay-over on our way back to Venezuela. My dad was in the oil industry and that allowed me to have my backyard in countries like Norway, Malaysia, Singapore, and Thailand. I never lived in the U.S. until my mom dropped me off for college in New Orleans. Talk about culture shock!

I earned my undergrad (French Literature and Education) and grad (Early Childhood Development) degrees from Tulane University. As soon as I finished, it was back off to Malaysia to teach! After that, I was on my way to work in Beijing when my grandfather became ill and I returned to Texas. I met my husband on an airplane and the rest is history. We now have two kids and hop planes whenever we can.

I’ve dabbled in writing my whole life. When I was a kid, I used to write and paint my own illustrations! The first “novel” I wrote (if you could call it that) was on hotel stationary while we spent the summer in London for my father’s job. The hotel staff would slip me tons of extra pages so I could finish the story. A passion that led me to being published!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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