Spirit Followers Instruments of Sacrifice Book 1 by Lydia Redwine Genre: Fantasy

When a Royal dies, the realms elect the one to take their place. By reasons Camaria does not know, her realm elects her as the next Royal. Now that she is the new-found sixteenth Royal of the nation of Mirabelle, Cam embarks on a journey with her sisters and a young huntsman to the four realms of the nation to complete training in the four kinds of magic. Once she has completed this training, she will then be permitted to consume her annual amount of magic and possess manifested powers. Her ventures are unexpectedly steeped in precarious events when Cam discovers a secret plan of revolt, a past she never knew, and an ancient people group thought dead who call themselves the Spirit Followers. Goodreads * Amazon

Keepers of the Crown Instruments of Sacrifice Book 2

Camaria is chasing the sparks of a war and trying to put them out before her world erupts into flames and all is gone. The vanishing of the magic of Mirabelle is only the beginning and the Seekers are formed to find its captors. Camaria, her sister Fiera, the young huntsman Caleb, Cinis Lumen leader Tyron, former Gnosi heir Riah, and two others are sent east to find their stolen magic, but each has a mission of their own. Cam, having been banished from two of Mirabelle’s realms, is determined to redeem herself by locating the legendary Crown of Caelae, prophesied by the Watchers, one of which was Peter’s father. Riah continues his secret quest to become one of the unidentified master’s seven warriors. Fiera still holds the wooden ball with its strange message inside, and Caleb has a secret past of his own. Peter, who remains in Mirabelle, is on the brink of discovering all of his father’s secrets and forming a plot of revenge on those who had killed Daniel years ago. Their own ventures are put on hold when they suddenly cross paths with an unexpected enemy in the perilous land called the Valley of Poison. Goodreads * Amazon

Lydia Redwine is a young author from Cincinnati, Ohio, who, by the age of 18, has published a fantasy novel and a poetry collection in aim to create work that is both refreshing and impactful. Website * Facebook * Instagram * Pinterest * Goodreads

They followed after the Cinis Lumen leader and his young son through the only opening in the side of the
volcanic walls. Cam’s vision clouded before it was met with blurred blackness and glimmering reds and
then flashes of silver in the firelight.
Clanging metal, hammers on stone, crackling fire, splashing water, treading feet and mixtures of
hundreds of voices at various tones pounded her drums. The clamorous chaos of integrity and courage
placed a rush in her veins. She was energy infused in a smoldering underground. Warm air, metal,
leather, sweat, fire, and water combined, creating a taste of unified engineering. These sensations
bombarded Cam as they became enveloped in Tyron’s world.
Cam began to perceive the particulars of the place. She glimpsed a silver lake mirroring firelight,
weapons, the cavern overhead, and roaming persons. Cast over the lake was built an expansive bridge of
rope and wood which led to an enormous slab of stone, jutting from the wall of the underground world.
Upon this stone, was built an enormous castle which appeared to have been dipped in the blackest of ink.
Though its coloring was like raven’s wing, it nearly blinded Cam, for the firelight allowed it to glimmer
mercilessly. The castle’s head was adorned with pointed towers like sharpened
blades. Great bonfires were built in numerous sections, filling the vicinity with smoldering heat.
Cam glanced towards Fiera. Her sister’s face was still grim, but her eyes were alight for the first time in
days.
blindingly white. Too white even with a black sky and silver moon hanging within it.
Elizabeth ate a full meal that night, thinking only of how soon Cole must receive her news.
The sky’s visage closely resembled a puddle after a spring rain, gray and wavering. It had rained
copiously that spring. At times, in horrendous torrents and others in light drizzles. It had nurtured the
earth of Mirabelle. The tree in the center of the Medulla Realm would now have been at its peak of a
flourishing state. But instead, the tree lay forlornly on the ground, shriveled up, decaying branch by
branch. One fact was known:
Mirabelle had no magic.
The concept seemed quite simple really, but in reality, no one in the nation knew how it had vanished. At
least, no one who had yet stepped forward.
Camaria Caddell stood behind the stone castle of the Medulla Realm’s center, surrounded by fallen
branches and debris scattered in the wind. The overcast sky correlated the sight before her. The silvery
leaves and fruit had vanished. Cam clenched her jaw against a headache forming from the swirling of her
thoughts. With brows drawn together and arms crossed tightly over her chest, Cam stared at the fallen
tree. She barely noticed that her two younger sisters, Adria and Mista, stood on either side of
her, motionless.

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Rapture The Teplo Trilogy #3 by Ayden K. Morgen Genre: Romantic Suspense

Four months ago, DEA agent Tristan Riley nearly lost his life and the disabled ballerina who stole his heart. Now his relationship with Lillian Maddox is stronger than ever, and he wants nothing more than to put Teplo and the Vetrov case behind him. But when Elijah Noel and the deadly Vetrov drug appear in Los Angeles, Tristan is thrust right back into the middle of his worst nightmare. In order to stop a vicious gang war and keep the drug out of Pedro Francisco’s hands, the DEA agent finds himself wading into unfamiliar gang territory. The stakes are high, and the body count is even higher. Los Angeles is nothing like Seattle…and Francisco’s people are a whole new level of terrifying. When the DEA jeopardizes Lillian’s safety and loses their one shot at finding the Vetrov drug, Tristan walks away from his job to save her life. With a rogue ATF agent and Michael Kincaid at his side, he will stop at nothing to bring her home safely. Outnumbered, outgunned, and with his back against the wall, Tristan will find his resolve tested in ways he never could have imagine. Making a deal with the devil was never in his plans, but he’ll do whatever it takes to save his ballerina one last time…even if he has to catapult the entire West Coast into a drug war unlike they’ve ever seen. Goodreads * Amazon

Rhapsody The Teplo Trilogy #2

After Anton Vetrov brutally murders a young girl as a warning to Tristan Riley, the broken DEA agent believes the best thing for Lillian Maddox to do would be to stay far, far away from him. But Lillian knows a thing or two about fear, and she’s not willing to let the man she loves push her away that easily. If he won’t fight for them, she will… even if that means risking her life to prove she’s strong enough to live in his world. Her plan ends in disaster when she’s dragged out of Teplo at gunpoint, forcing Tristan onto a collision course with the Vetrov family and Pedro Francisco. With nothing left to lose except the only woman who has ever mattered to him, he will do whatever it takes to stop Vetrov and Francisco from ever hurting her again. But he doesn’t know they’ve been waiting for him to make his move. When he does, all hell breaks loose, and his life is on the line. It’s up to Lillian and the DEA to save him, and she’s terrified they won’t make it in time. Thrust headlong into a violent, bloody confrontation with the Vetrov family, Lillian comes face to the face with the heartbreaking realization that maybe she doesn’t belong in Tristan’s world, after all. When the smoke clears, will he be able to convince his ballerina that she’s the best thing for him, or will he lose her and the chance at a real future once and for all? **Only .99 cents!!** Goodreads * Amazon

Ravished The Teplo Trilogy #1

When Tristan Riley drags Lillian Maddox onto the dance floor at Teplo, he intends only to protect his cover… at least that’s what he tells himself. But the lovely Lillian would tempt a saint, and Tristan is far from a gentleman. Beneath the bright lights of the Vetrov family’s dangerous club, the weary DEA agent finds himself captivated by the ballerina, coaxing them both into a reckless, erotic encounter. But Tristan isn’t prepared for the intense connection between him and Lillian, or for the fallout of their tryst. In a matter of days, their lives careen wildly off course, catapulting them both into a deadly game of hide and seek with the Vetrov family and one of Mexico’s deadliest drug cartels. Trying to keep his hands to himself while working alongside Lillian to stop Anton Vetrov’s deadly new drug proves almost impossible for Tristan, but what choice does he have when being with her might get her killed? He should know: his entire family was murdered by people just like Anton. When the stakes are raised and innocent lives are lost, will Tristan be able to let go of the guilt, or will he destroy his chance at happiness with Lillian before it ever truly begins? **Only .99 cents!!** Goodreads * Amazon

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Roman strolled across the barren waiting room, headed for the desk separated from the rest of
the room by bullet-proof glass. Tristan followed behind him, glancing around. Like most jails, this
one wasn’t anything to write home about. The chairs were bolted to the floor. A few grimy
magazines were littered around, most torn and illegible from heavy use. Large signs were
posted throughout the room, warning visitors of the strict rules and the consequences of
violating them. Cameras were positioned high up on the cinderblock walls, capturing every
angle of the room.
“Roman Gregory, ATF. And Tristan Riley, DEA. We’re here to see Jesus de Silva. They should
be expecting us.” Using one finger, Roman lifted the chain around his neck for the visitation
clerk to inspect his badge.
Her bored gaze flickered over his shield before she lifted her expectant gaze to Tristan. He held
his badge up for the same disinterested inspection.
“Any weapons?”
“Nope.”
“Are you taking anything in with you?”
“Just the case file and my car key.” Roman tapped the file on the desk and then presented the
key in question.
The clerk barely glanced at it before sliding a sign-in sheet across the desk toward him. “Sign in
here. They’re taking him to interview room three. Go through the sally port, take a left, and it’ll
be the third room on the right.”
Roman scrawled their names and the time across the visitation log before sliding it back to the
woman. “Thanks, Jessie.”
“Mmhmm.”
They walked in silence through the waiting room and then to their third set of metal detectors for
the day, dropping their badges, the case file, and Roman’s car key into a plastic bin. Tristan
sighed loudly when the metal pins in his arm set the damn thing off and he had to explain, yet
again, why the wand kept triggering on his arm.
The guard examined the surgical scar carefully, like he expected Tristan to rip it open and pull
out a gun or drugs. Eventually, the man grunted wordlessly and waved him through.
“Son of a bitch,” he muttered, yanking the sleeve of his shirt back down.
“Makes you wonder exactly how many ways they’ve seen shit brought inside, doesn’t it?”
Roman asked, waiting for the guard to buzz them into the sally port.
“I don’t even want to know.” Prisoners were nothing if not creative when it came to smuggling
contraband into jails. It wouldn’t surprise him if one or two had tried to pull some shit like that at
some point.
Roman chuckled.
Once they were through the sally port and into the jail proper, the smell hit Tristan right in the
gut. He’d never understand how jails could smell like industrial strength cleaner and stale urine
at the same time, but somehow, they always managed to do exactly that. The combination was
worse than the noxious cloud of perfume, body odor, and stale smoke that had permeated

Teplo every night.
“Fair warning, de Silva doesn’t like me much,” Roman muttered as they made their way down
the hall to the interview room.
“Old friends?”
“I dislocated his dick, and broke his jaw and both of his legs a few months ago.” Roman
shrugged, his expression completely stoic. “He’s still bitter.”
“Not very sporting of him,” Tristan said. He’d already known that Roman and his former partner,
Brady Kaplan, had kicked the shit out of de Silva and a handful of his buddies after Guerrero
targeted Mila. From what Jason had told him, Roman was suspended for a while and Brady
resigned after everything went down. For whatever reason, de Silva didn’t pursue charges. The
dick thing was new info though.
“He had it coming.”
“I didn’t even know you could dislocate a dick,” Tristan muttered. The thought of de Silva’s dick
being out of commission for a while made him happy. He hoped the fucker never worked
properly again.
“I didn’t either at the time.”
Tristan laughed loudly at the hint of quiet surprise in Roman’s voice.
“Agent Gregory?” A rotund man popped his head out of the doorway, his gray eyes bouncing
from Roman to Tristan and then back again. With a few strands of hair badly combed over his
balding head and sweat staining his button down, he looked squirrely as fuck.
“That’d be me.” Roman held up his shield.
“Tristan Riley,” Tristan muttered to the man, not bothering to add the whole “agent” part. Over
the years, he’d been called a lot of things, but nothing pissed him off more than someone calling
him Agent Riley. It grated on his nerves for reasons he couldn’t even explain to himself…
perhaps because he’d never felt particularly worthy of the Riley name to begin with. Oddly, that
wasn’t the case any longer.
For once in his life, he actually thought his parents would have been proud of the man he’d
become. That, he knew, was Lillian’s doing. She made him see himself clearly…and he wasn’t
as bad as he’d always believed.
He still hated being called Agent Riley though.
“I’m William Black, Mr. de Silva’s lawyer.” The man held out his hand, only to lower it again
when he realized neither Tristan nor Roman intended to shake it. He pursed his lips, his
expression souring. “You understand he’s here of his own volition to speak with you?”
“I’m sure the plea deal the D.A. offered him on the drug trafficking and weapons charges has
nothing to do with his willingness to speak to us today,” Roman shot right back at him.
Black’s lips compressed into an even tighter line, his face going red.
“Frankly, I don’t give a fuck if he’s here because God told him to be here,” Roman muttered,
glaring down at the man. “We have questions. He has answers. Let’s get this shit over with.”
Black huffed and then stepped aside, allowing Roman to duck into the interview room. Tristan

followed behind him, keeping as much distance between himself and Black as possible. The
man smelled like piss and stale sweat.
The nondescript interview room didn’t hold much. Paint peeled from the walls and an inch of dirt
and grime was visible in the corners. The four chairs in the small space were bolted to the floor.
So was the table in the center of the room. Two guards stood at the door on the opposite side of
the room, pretending to look everywhere except at them.
The man handcuffed and shackled to the table had shaggy black hair and gang tattoos all over
his face and hands. Unless Tristan missed his guess, Jesus de Silva was in his late twenties or
early thirties. One of his front teeth was missing in action. The permanent sneer on his face and
those hard brown eyes made him appear sullen. Intelligence shone in his eyes though, making
it clear he wasn’t just another gangbanger. He was smart enough to have made it damn near to
the top of one of the most violent gangs in Los Angeles, and that counted for something.
“Puto,” he muttered, his lips twisting into a sneer as he glared at Roman.
“Miss me, de Silva?” Roman asked, slapping the case file down onto the table.
“Fuck you, homie.”
“We both know I’m not your type, de Silva. You prefer innocent teenagers, remember?” Hatred
rolled through Roman’s expression as he stared at the gangbanger. “You sick fuck.”
“If that’s how you’re going to speak to my client–”
“Settle down, Black. I know his fucking rights.” Roman rolled his eyes and dropped down into
the chair across from de Silva. “Riley, this is Jesus. Jesus, this is Riley. He likes you about as
well as my last partner did. You remember Brady, right?”
The gangbanger ignored him, his hard gaze flickering across Tristan’s face. He schooled his
expression quickly, but not quickly enough to hide the flare of recognition, followed by
annoyance that flashed across his face.
When Black made his way around the table to take the seat beside his client, Roman caught
Tristan’s eye and arched a brow. Tristan nodded back before sliding into an empty chair, letting
the ATF agent know he’d noticed it too.
Somehow, de Silva knew who he was and wasn’t thrilled to see him here.
Wasn’t that just fucking lovely?

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The Dream Defenders by Neal DenHartog Genre: YA Fantasy

A vivid, dangerous dream world. Real-life consequences.

Better ready your defense.

When fourteen- year-old Nolan Erling wakes up with a headache for the fourth straight day, he suspects the likely culprit to be any number of things—from his annoying baby brother, to vehicular crashes with his elderly neighbor, or even his questionable late-night food choices—not his dreams. Aeryn Sandman knows the true cause, though. She is a junior agent with the DREAM Institute, a secret organization tasked with protecting the world’s population while they sleep, and she’s on her first assignment. Her mission: infiltrate Nolan’s life—and his dreams—and keep him safe, all while persuading him to join their protective force. But recruitment missions are no walk in the park, and Aeryn’s goes horribly wrong when Nolan’s powers unwittingly unleash two dream creatures locked away in a restricted area of the dream world. While Aeryn and Nolan search for ways to contain the escaped beings, they uncover a much greater conspiracy. For these dreams can kill, and someone is orchestrating their actions in the dream world. If Aeryn and Nolan can’t figure out who is behind it, no dreamer will be safe, and neither will the organization that defends them. Discover a book with a fresh voice, genuinely humorous characters, and a compelling, original storyline. The Dream Defenders will appeal to readers of all ages. ★★★★★ – “A spectacularly imaginative story.” – Indies Today **FREE July 29th – 31st!!** Goodreads * Amazon

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“Then how do you explain that?” Nolan pointed to a spot in the ocean where the water
was churning and bubbling.
Aeryn squinted and put a hand to her brow to get a better look. A murky sheen rippled on
the surface of the water, like an octopus had expelled a cloud of ink. The inkiness failed to
disperse in the waves, though, instead coagulating and intensifying as it spread along the water.
The cloud shimmered and began to swirl around clockwise, forming an oily vortex that floated
purposefully toward Nolan and Aeryn.
“Did you do that?” she asked as the eddy creeped closer.
“It is my dream,” Nolan said. “Blame me, I guess.”
“Well, Dad did say you were special.”
Nolan wasn’t sure if she meant the good kind of special or the bad kind. Then two slimy
green heads with bulbous eyes rose to the surface of the whirlpool.
She probably meant the bad kind.
“Uh-oh,” Nolan said, as another head broke the surface and a trio of trident-wielding
frog-men emerged from the eddy. They stood taller than Nolan and Aeryn, their heads
undoubtedly amphibian, with angry yellow eyes. Their well-muscled torsos and arms were
distinctly human, the color of seaweed, and they gripped their weapons in earnest. Nolan
frowned at his own skinny biceps, feeling woefully inadequate. The frog-men marched toward
them on their all too human legs.
“What are those?” Aeryn cried in alarm.
“Now those, those are my fault.”
She glared at him menacingly, like she wanted to impale him with a trident too.
“Post-apocalyptic mutant frog-human hybrids.” He shrugged innocently. “With tridents.”

“What?”
Nolan scratched his head as they backed away from the new arrivals. “They were
following me earlier. Guess I should have warned you about them.”
Aeryn looked panicked. “They—they shouldn’t be here. They can’t be here!”
“Why not? It’s my dream,” Nolan said defiantly.
“No, it’s not! I told you, it’s limited. Ocean. Sand. Garden. House. That’s it. That’s all.”
Then her bright green eyes widened in realization, and she gazed at him appreciatively. “Wait.
You, you brought them here. You brought rovers here!”
Before she could explain to him what rovers were, a trident whizzed past her head,
missing by centimeters and blowing her hair back.
“Get back!” Nolan yelled, and he shoved her away as another trident sailed in between
them. This one grazed her fluttering sarong.
“We gotta go,” Aeryn told him as she clutched the covering in her hand. “The house. It
has an exit.”
Nolan didn’t question her.
They ran.
The two of them weaved between sand dunes, feet pounding out a path back to the beach
house. Nolan hoped the sea creatures’ legs hadn’t quite gotten accustomed to land yet, so they
could put some distance in between them. The dunes themselves offered some small protection,
enough to prevent further tridents from sailing at their heads.
After another minute they rounded the final dune to where the house should have been.
Aeryn let out a curse that shocked Nolan more than seeing those creatures climb from the water.
All with good reason, of course. There was no beach house.

“Language!” he chided her, although the curse seemed justified, given the garden now
covered the entire yard and enveloped every level of the deck. Root-like tendrils had tunneled up
out of the earth and wrapped themselves around the wooden structure. Dense, green leafy vines
meshed with the root system, forming a veritable wall of growth that completely sealed off
access to the beach house.
“Now what?” Nolan wondered aloud.
Aeryn shook her head, scowling. “We gotta go through it.” She hopped into the foliage
without hesitation, swatting lethal-looking brambles out of her way.
Nolan followed suit, trampling the brush underfoot and wincing with each step. Burrs and
thorns dug into his bare feet and tore at his arms, slowing him down more effectively than any
trident. If they didn’t uncover the exit soon, they would be sitting ducks for their pursuers. He
glanced behind them, scanning for bulbous eyes and pointy metal weapons.
“You said I made this garden, right?” Nolan shoved a rose bush aside, drawing blood.
“Yeah.” Aeryn’s breath came in gasps.
“Then I should be able to make it go away. Or, like, summon a machete or something.”
“You do that, then.” Aeryn grunted as she ripped a tangle of roots out of the ground and
tossed them aside.
“You keep acting like there are all these rules and limitations. In case you haven’t
noticed, I am the one dreaming. Anything’s possible.”
“Fine!” Aeryn snapped at him. “Make all this disappear, then!”
Eventually, they reached the deck of the house, or at least, where the deck should have
been. The wall of vegetation had not only wrapped around it, but it entirely encased the building.

Aeryn ripped at the plant matter, trying to pry the mesh apart, but it was woven together like a
suit of chain mail and didn’t budge.
Nolan wondered if he could merely close his eyes and will the vegetation away, but a
chorus of angry croaks interrupted his thoughts. The trio of frog-men had caught up to them, and
a troop of their closest friends spilled into the yard.
“Now would be good.” Aeryn gulped.
The creatures fanned out along the edges of the garden, wary of the strange mass of
vegetation. Had the garden been littered with lily pads, the creatures would have had no issue
hopping right across and introducing Nolan and Aeryn to the pointy end of their tridents.
“I’ll hold them off.” Aeryn stepped forward. “You focus on the wall.”
Nolan nearly protested. Shouldn’t he be the one protecting her? He was about to ask that
very question, when she reached out and plucked a flung trident out of the air from in front of his
face, saving his melon from an unfortunate ending. Without missing a beat, she flipped it over in
her hands and heaved it right back at the now empty-handed creature. It embedded itself in its
chest with a sickening thud, knocking the mutant off its spindly man-legs.
Okay, scratch that, Nolan thought. She could be his protector.

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Cured Heal Me Series Book 1 by Stacy Eaton Genre: Medical Romance

Ember Greene and Trudy Parker met during their college years and on the night that they meet at Shot Therapy to reconnect, Embers’s life begins to change. For six years, Ember has closed off her heart, moving from one man to another, trying to feel something other than her own pain and guilt. Colt Barnes is a plastic surgeon who strives to give people a better quality of life, especially children. The night he watches Ember leave the bar with another one-night stand, he resolves to offer up a challenge to get her to view herself in a new light. Little does he know that the challenge will change both their lives, but when Embers’s secret is exposed, will Colt be able to accept it and trust her, or will Ember go back to her old ways and leave Colt broken? **Get it FREE!!**Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

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A New Year’s Kiss with a stranger will turn Pediatrician Walker Hunt’s world upside down. Even more so when he is called into the hospital for a drowning victim and finds out the patient is the son of the woman who changed everything for him months ago. Jasmine Willows is done with her husband and his cheating ways. She’s ready to serve him with divorce papers and move on with her life. When her son falls through ice and is clinging to life, she comes face to face with the man who gave her the inner strength to move forward. Can Jasmine deal with the fact that her son might have sustained life-altering damage due during his submersion? Will Walker & Jasmine find the sparks they briefly shared, or will the incident with her son send them in opposite directions when the ex-husband shows back up? Love Medical Romance? Check out the rest of the Heal Me Series for sexy romances that will warm your heart as they deal with life altering medical and psychological issues. While each book in the Heal Me Series is a stand-alone book, the characters cross between books and are best enjoyed by reading them in order. **Only .99 cents!!** Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

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Josey Napier had given up on love after a longtime crush told her he loved her like a sister. Intent on staying busy at work as a surgical nurse to suppress the pain, Josey is shocked when she recognizes Tucker Wheatcraft, the police officer who saved a friend’s child from drowning, on her operating room table—fighting for his own life. Four months after pulling a young boy from the freezing water while off duty, Tucker is struck by a car and shot. When he wakes up and finds the woman he’s had his eye on standing vigil over him, he’s thankful to be alive, but after weeks of therapy, Tucker still isn’t getting the feeling back in his legs, and the mind games are starting to wreak havoc with him. Can he ever be the kind of man that Josey deserves? Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

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As a favor to her brother, Marisha Wheatcraft joins Tucker and Josey at a Montana ski resort for their honeymoon. Since Tucker can no longer ski, Marisha is happy to be Josey’s partner on the slopes. Jake Sweeney is a little bitter from being left at the altar and having to care for his father who has always told him he’s worthless. When he runs into Marisha and Tucker, long-lost friends from his teen years in Texas, he’s thrilled to see them at the resort where he works, especially Marisha who has grown into a beautiful and sassy woman. Marisha feels as if her childhood dreams are finally coming true, but Jake sees her as a wealthy and professional woman who could do much better than him. While a one-night stand brings them closer, words spoken in public will tear them apart. When an avalanche hits the slopes, lives are on the line, and all hope of love could be lost for them both if they are not rescued. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

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