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Flash
forward three years, Charity is studying at Yale and still in love
with her Princeton Man.

Quinn
(Q) Everett is on scholarship at Yale, and finds himself inexplicably
in Charity’s path. He tries to stay away, but his mouthy best
friend thinks he knows better. Suddenly it’s lunches and crashing
private plans for the duo just to see her.

But
their flirtations do not go unseen, and Logan’s love turns and goes
from jealousy to murderous intent.

Can
these unproven lovers stay the course and avoid the devious plot of a
scorn man or will everything crash and burn?

*Trigger
warning: Violence

**Strong
Sexual Situations

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Butmany of the villagers worried about the curse of the white elephant
with the red birthmark across her face.

Raised
in the mountains of northern Siam, Kanita’s idyllic life is
shattered when she is ordered to marry a much older man and leave her
beloved yet cursed elephant behind. But Kanita’s stubborn nature
refuses to bow to her parents’ wishes.

Kanita
and Safi flee their village with the goal of redeeming Safi from her
cursed reputation and cementing their bond, vowing to never be
separated.

But
the jungle is more dangerous than Kanita or Safi could have
imagined.

From
new author Zoey Gong, follow Kanita and Safi through the jungles of
ancient Siam in a story of friendship, hope, and redemption.

A
Girl and her Elephant is the first book in the Animal Companion
series, but each book is a stand-alone novel with new characters and
adventures.

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The cries of the elephant could be heard throughout the jungle.
Kanita could no longer ignore the elephant’s suffering. Even though her father—the king’s mahout—had
warned her to stay away, she had to see what was happening for herself. She snuck out of her bedroom
window and ran through the village to the royal stables where the white elephant was in heavy labor.
Even though it was late at night, the stables and yard were lit with torches, and mahouts were running
here and there, trying to calm the rest of the elephant herd. But they seemed incapable of being consoled,
and each one trumpeted in distress.
“Bring more hot water!” Kanita heard her father call to one of his men. “And my kris. I will have to cut
the baby loose.”
Her father had asked for his dagger! The poor elephant, Kanita thought. If the elephant—one of the
sacred white elephants—died, the king would be displeased. She moved a bale of hay to a stable window
and climbed on top of it to get a better view.
On the floor of the stables was the large white elephant. She was straining to birth her calf into the world
and tears seeped from her eyes.
She looked at Kanita, and Kanita’s heart froze in her chest. It was as though she could hear the elephant
begging her for help.
The elephant’s wet eyes found Kanita’s, and she raised her trunk toward her.
Kanita jumped down from the hay bale and ran into the stables. She had to do something to help. As she
entered the building, she saw her father walk behind the elephant with his kris.
“Por! No!” Kanita cried as she ran to him, pulling on his arm. “You’ll kill her.”
“Kanita!” he said sternly. “I told you to stay in the house with your mother. Get out of here.”
“No, I can help,” she said. She went to the elephant and looked at where the baby was supposed to come
out. The area was red and swollen, but she thought she could see a trunk trying to wiggle out.
She had never helped birth a baby elephant before. As a girl, she was forbidden from becoming a mahout.
But she had helped her mother bring a woman’s baby into the world just a few days before. It didn’t look
so different to her. She just needed to reach inside and pull the baby out. And with her small hands and
arms, she thought she was just the right size to do it.
She slid her hands inside the mother elephant.
“Be careful,” her father cautioned. “Can you feel the calf’s legs?”
She wasn’t sure what she was feeling. It was like nothing in the world she had touched before. She closed
her eyes and let her hands do the seeing for her.
She felt it. The trunk. She could feel the length of it and the ridges up to the baby elephant’s face. She felt
the trunk wrap around her arm.
“I feel its face!” Kanita cried.
“Keep going,” her father said.
She pushed further into the elephant, all the way to her shoulders. She slid her hands down the side of the
baby elephant and gripped it under its front leg.
“I have it!” she said. “I have the leg!” She tried to pull it out, but she was not strong enough. “Help me!”
she cried.
Her father wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled. “Don’t let go!” he ordered.
She could feel her hands start to slip, but she refused to release her grip. The baby elephant’s trunk
wrapped even more tightly around her arm. She started to feel the baby elephant’s mass give way.
“It’s coming!” she yelled, and the mother elephant trumpeted again, forcing the baby out.
Kanita and her father fell backward as the baby elephant plopped out of her mother on top of them
covered in birthing goo. The baby struggled, still partially trapped in her amniotic sack. Kanita’s father
used his kris to cut the sack away.
The baby elephant took her first full gasp of air, and Kanita wrapped her arms around the baby, a baby
that was probably ten times the weight of eight-year-old Kanita. A baby girl elephant.
“You did it,” her father said, patting her on the back.
Kanita breathed a sigh of relief, happy to have saved the baby elephant and her mother.
But then the mother elephant trumpeted again and let out a horrifying moan. Blood and other fluids
poured out of the mother elephant, soaking the stable floor.
“Oh no!” Kanita cried as she stood, her chong kraben drenched with blood. Her feet slipped on the floor
as she made her way to the mother elephant’s face.
The mother elephant groaned as Kanita stroked her face.
“I’m so sorry,” Kanita said. “I’ll take care of her. I promise.”The mother elephant sighed one last time, her eyes focusing softly on Kanita as though she understood
before closing them forever.
Kanita stood back and then kneeled, kowtowing to the white elephant, thanking her for her service to the
king and honoring her as his representative. All of the mahouts in the stables—including Kanita’s father
—did the same, as was proper. The rest of the elephants in the king’s stables—white and gray—let out a
mournful trumpet, as though they all suffered from the loss of one of their own.
Kanita was the first to raise her head, as her thoughts were now with the baby elephant left behind. The
baby elephant was sitting up, its eyes wide, apparently confused about what was going on. Kanita raised
the baby’s trunk and coaxed her to follow. She led her to her mother so she could nurse. Even though the
mother was dead, the milk she made in preparation for her baby should still be good for the baby’s first
drink.
As the men discussed what to do next with the deceased royal elephant—they would have to inform the
king and then hold a royal procession for her.
Kanita grabbed a bucket of water and started washing the baby. As she did so, she was greeted with an
incredible sight.
“Por!” she called to her father. “Look!”
Her father and some of the other mahouts came to see what she was excited about.
“Well, I’ll be…” her father trailed off as he sunk to his knees.
The baby—like her mother—was a white elephant.
Once again, everyone in the stables—including Kanita—prostrated themselves before an auspicious
elephant.
“Is this the first time a white elephant has been born in captivity?” Kanita asked after they all were
standing again.
“King Sakda is truly a blessed monarch,” her father said.
“Hey, boss,” one of the mahouts said, calling her father to him. He went to him, and the two talked
quietly for a moment, frowning at the baby elephant.
“What is it?” Kanita asked. She went to her father’s side and realized what they were looking at.
The baby elephant had a long red birthmark down one side of her face. On her pale pink skin—white
elephants were not really white, but only a pale gray or pink in color—the mark showed dramatically.
“It’s nothing,” Kanita said, remembering that her friend Boonsri had a red birthmark on her back. “She’s
still a white elephant. We will still honor her.”
“It’s a bad omen elephant, boss,” the other mahout mumbled.
“Don’t say that!” Kanita yelled.
“Enough,” her father said firmly. “I will send an urgent message to the king, telling him what happened
and about the new white elephant. In all his wisdom, he will know what to do.”
“We should take good care of her,” Kanita said. “The king will want to know his auspicious elephant is
well cared for.”
Kanita went over to the little elephant, who had now finished drinking her mother’s milk, and led her to a
clean area of the stables. She finished washing and drying the elephant and laid her on a fresh bed of
straw.
“Don’t worry,” Kanita said as she laid down with the elephant, wrapping her arms around her. “I won’t
let anything happen to you, Safi, my sweet little friend.”
But in her heart, she worried about the mahout calling the baby elephant a “bad omen.”

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Alex
came home after a life-threatening wound ended his Army career. Now
Katie is back too, and she’s building something called a glamping
park? He feels like he let her down years ago, can he make it up to
her now? Or are his own problems too much to handle?

Fate
brought Katherine and Alex back to Smithville, and the town-folk want
to see them together again. Will the couple be able to cope with the
locals well-intentioned meddling, or did their chance at love
disappear a long time ago…

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Relieved to have found all the items on her list, Katherine offered the clerk a
shy smile and collected her bags. The place was really more of a small town
mercantile than a hardware store, being the only store in town that offered more
than groceries, and she was glad they saw fit to carry a bit of everything.
When she reached the door, lugging her supplies, she was surprised to see
Alex through the glass. He was heading across the parking lot toward her, carrying a
small black and white dog, and his characteristic swagger looked more like a limp as
he wrestled with the puppy.
Jumping back, her head whipped from one side to the other, looking for a
place to hide.
Alex marched into the store, and she ducked behind a rack of men’s overalls.
Holding her breath, she crouched and peeked between the overall straps. The little
black dog had an adorable smiling face, and her heart melted, but then she noticed
Alex’s blustery expression. The puppy wriggled in his grip, and he turned her way.
Her arm shot out to grab a straw hat from the rack, and she plopped it on her
head, hoping it would hide her sweaty, lopsided bun.
The dog barked and squirmed, and it was obvious that Alex needed help, but
Katherine knew she was a sweaty mess, and she probably looked like she’d just
rolled out of bed, since she had, not to mention she smelled like gasoline after
spilling on her grubby pants when she filled her can at the gas station earlier.She’d made a big enough fool of herself already, and she wasn’t eager to
repeat the disgrace, so she hunched lower behind the rack, watching with only one
eye showing from under the hat
Alex was far too busy wrestling the dog to notice her, so she stayed silent,
watching as they passed. Before she could make her move toward the door,
however, the dog escaped Alex’s arms and bound down the aisle. Alex reached out,
scrambling for the puppy, but lost his balance and fell sideways into a rack of garden
trowels that clattered and crashed to the floor.
Dropping her bags, Katherine hurried to his side to see if he was okay. When
she reached him, his expression was dark as the devil, so she hesitated, pulling her
hand back. “Want me to get the dog?” she asked timidly, and he nodded, so she
turned away. Worried about Alex, she glanced nervously over her shoulder, but he
was already back on his feet, righting the rack, so she hurried after the puppy.
The little dog hadn’t gone far when she spotted him assaulting a display of
chips and other snacks. By the time she reached his side, the puppy had a package of
jerky in his mouth.
She scooped up the dog, unable to keep from laughing at his antics. “You’re a
naughty one, aren’t you!” she chided, watching the puppy chew on jerky. As cute as
he was, she had to wonder why Alex had brought him to the store, and without a
leash. “I didn’t take Alex for the dog type,” she mumbled to herself.
“I’m not,” Alex growled, from behind her, causing her to whirl around in
surprise. He reached for the dog.She handed over the puppy, appraising Alex’s face and mood. “Can I help?”
she asked before her brain clicked into gear. Here she’d been relieved that he hadn’t
seen her, and now she couldn’t help but jump square into his business.
“You don’t— need to do that,” he assured her, his words jarred and
interrupted by the wriggling dog. Then over the dog, he eyed her in question with
one brow raised.
She squared her shoulders. She knew she looked a sight, but he was being flat
out rude. “Would he sit in a shopping cart?” she wondered out loud.
Alex glanced toward the front of the store, then back. “I don’t know.”
“I’ll grab you one,” she offered, then hurried away without waiting for his
reply. By the time she returned, Alex looked ready to strangle the puppy with his
bare hands, so Katherine reached out and took the dog, and put him in the cart.
At first, the little dog seemed confused and frightened, but once he got his
bearings and put his front paws on the end of the cart, he seemed happy enough. His
oversized ears perked with curiosity and his tongue lolled from the side of his
mouth, accentuating his goofy grin.
Alex stared at the dog, obviously unhappy, then his gaze turned to her. “Nice
hat.”
Horrified that she was still wearing the stupid straw hat, she yanked it off her
head and tossed it onto a shelf. “How old is he?” she asked, motioning toward the
dog, hoping to take Alex’s attention away from her.
“Hell if I know,” he grumbled, glaring down at the puppy.
Her questioning glance swung from the puppy back to his face.

“I just got him yesterday. From my nieces.”
“Oh,” she replied, wondering why someone would give a dog to a person who
didn’t want one.
For a moment it looked as if Alex would explain, but his mouth clamped
closed, and his brows lowered into a glower, so she left it alone. Taking a step back,
she motioned toward the door. “I better get moving, but…” she hesitated, then
continued. “Feel free to bring him out to the RV park if you need to. I’m sure we can
find a place for him to play while you work.”
“I’m here to get him a leash and a play yard, but,” Alex ‘s gaze came to hers,
and her discomfort caused his expression to soften, “I appreciate the offer. I wasn’t
sure what to do with him, to be honest.”
She was relieved to see him calm down. “It’s not a problem; I’ll see you in a
while then.” With a wave she turned away and headed toward the door, hoping he
didn’t see her collect her things from behind the overalls.

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When
wild-child, and south Florida escapee, Danielle Martino finds herself
curled in a ball on the cold tile floors of her filthy rank bathroom
in the tiny studio she rents with her fiancé and partner-in-crime,
she knows it’s time to quit abusing heroin. Severely impaired from
shooting a bad batch of black tar heroin, and already partially blindfrom the infection that the muddy poison has caused, she is forced to
hitch a greyhound bus to New York City, and to abandon her care-free,
American-bohemian, drug infested life-style.

Hailed
everywhere as a beautiful, unique, honest, raw and poetic account of
recovery, Addictarium takes readers on a compelling journey through
the life and eyes of the narrator; a creative, nomadic, deep–but,
incidentally broken–young woman, and underlines the contributing
factors to what it’s really like to suffer from addiction. With
magnificent candor–and sometimes emotionally crippling
descriptions–we witness Danielle’s fight towards recovery from more
than just heroin, as Addictarium brings the readers on a fascinating
and harrowing, brutal tale of a young women’s recovery from total and
mass self-destruction.

–Addictarium
highlights in the starkest of lights, why it is so difficult for
addicts to receive the recovery they seek, when they finally do
decide to put the drug down.

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Addictarium
was written while she spent two years in a therapeutic community for
seriously addicted, and mentally ill, patrons. The author outlines
her experiences, including the tale of losing her eyesight due to
shooting a poisoned bag of heroin, which is when she was forced to
hitch a greyhound bus from South Florida to Manhattan, and after
several weeks of surgeries, was admitted to Daytop Village forlong-term treatment, and drug addiction recovery. The book outlines
many of the experiences she went through in the second phase of
treatment, which she dubbed “the village,” because of its
extreme and eccentric melting pot of personalities.

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So
I have to stay away from her.

Even
if it will kill me to see her with another man.

He
thinks I can’t handle him.

But
I know what I want.

I
will wear him down if it’s the last thing I do.

*
contains adult language and (explicit) steamy scenes

*
the male mc loves to swear (the female mc is working on his
f-bombs)

*
can be read as a standalone

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you’re into romantic suspense, happily ever afters, and some steam
(ok, sometimes a LOT of steam) try one of my books!

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