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Now Live ~ Saving Grace

Saving Grace

A Dragon’s Fated Heart book 3

 

The apocalypse had come and gone.

Secrets lie buried waiting to be found.

Dragons are not the only ones awakening to a new world.

 

Grace has always felt a bit like an outsider, even in her own family. She preferred to do things on her own, ignoring her loneliness. That all changes when Rog barrels into her life, opening her eyes to so much more.

Dragon shifter Rog has seen what problems hiding your inner dragon from your mate brings. Saving his mate from a precarious situation, he changes in front of her. Her awe and hesitant acceptance have him wrapped around her finger in a heartbeat.

Together they find a hidden, cryonic facility. Do they awaken the lost souls hidden in the depth of the mountain? Dare they take the chance of possibly bringing back the diseases to once again ravage their world?

Those are easy questions, but how can Rog explain the mating ritual to change Grace into a dragon involves himself and other dragons giving her more pleasure in a once in a lifetime experience?

 

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Excerpt:

Hark burped, flame slipping out.

“Watch it.” Rog spat a burst of flame back.

“Pfft. You know it won’t hurt you.”  Hark rolled over on his back. “What do you think humans used this for?”

“It’s a road of some sort. I’m not sure what they needed such a fancy one for.” Rog looked around. “It doesn’t seem like they even finished it.”

Surrounding them, equipment stood, metal pieces crisscrossing into the air. Cables hung down, attached to long metal forms. Columns stood nearby, standing, solid forms of stone reaching into the sky with nothing on them.

“If they only knew what would happen, do you think they would have built so many useless things?” Hark twisted, scratching his back against the loose stone on the ground.

Rog shrugged, looking around. “Maybe. Humans do many useless things.”

Hark rolled, settling on his stomach against the black. “It is warm, though.”

Rog wiggled, stretching next to him. The warmth of the black stone seeping into his belly. “It is. It may be useless to the humans, but I like it.”

The storm continued to rage above them. The cool rain splashed off his scales running off him to the sides of the road. Opening his mouth, Rog rolled out his tongue capturing drops and swallowing them.

“Do you think we will ever find our mates?”

 

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From Me to YOU – and yes, I’m talking about #dragons again!

One week until Saving Grace is live!

Get your pre order at these links to have it first thing on 3/26:

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So today, I’ve got an excerpt for you!

 

Excerpt:

 

Hark slapped his tail down, chortling as water coated Rog.

Rog shivered. The water was so cold. It didn’t seem to bother Hark. Rog would prefer to cuddle up to a warm body… No, he couldn’t go there. He wasn’t ready for a mate.

“This water is just too cold. I want to see where it’s coming from.” Rog stood up, looking at the winding river. It appeared to gradually head uphill. “Do you want to explore with me?”

“Sure. Here, catch.” Hark tossed a mess of fish, hitting him in the face. They flopped around on the grass, covered in slime and now dirt and grass.

“Thanks.” Rog stopped thinking about it and gobbled them up. His stomach growled, wanting more. More he got.

Hark tossed more, more water and more fish. “I heard that grumbling. Eat up. You should’ve eaten another cow earlier.”

Rog ignored him, slurping up the offering. Sure, he should have, but his stomach was full then. He had no desire to fatten up like his brother Crag. That dragon could practically drag his belly when he walked. Of course, his mate, Faith, didn’t seem to mind.

Another mess of fish hit his head. “Okay, that’s enough.” Rog quickly ate them, rinsing his face and front limbs in the river. “Thank you. Ready?”

Hark nodded, climbing up the bank. Shaking his body while he walked. He glanced up. “Do you think the rain will stop anytime soon?”

Rog looked at the sky. While it wasn’t as dark as a few hours ago, it still looked drab. “No. It looks pretty miserable. Maybe we can find a cave or something. Get a fire going.”

“Sounds great.” Hark lumbered along, walking beside Rog. “Want to fly?”

Rog had been thinking the same thing. “Yeah. Why walk when we have wings?”

Grinning at each other, they burst into a run, wings flapping, gaining altitude at the same time.

“Beat you.” Rog trumpeted into the air.

“Nope. I beat you.” Hark rolled, grinning back at him.

“Tied.”

“Fine. Tied.”

They followed the river. It led up into the hills. Deceptively simple, Rog was sure walking would be more trouble than expected if they had gone that way. Rocky surfaces shown through the grass. More and more rock.

“I’m sure we’ll find caves. Look at all the rock.”

Rog flew, turning away from the river, climbing higher. He frowned. He felt almost driven.

Hey, I thought you wanted to follow the river. Hark looked at the river and back to Rog.

I do, I did. Something is pulling me this way. Hurry. It feels urgent. Rog didn’t wait. He flew in the direction his heart was tugging him.

You know what this means. Your mate is somewhere this way.

And she’s in trouble. Hurry. Rog pumped his wings, catching a current, speeding faster.

Hark followed.

Saving Grace

 

The apocalypse had come and gone.
Secrets lie buried waiting to be found.
Dragons are not the only ones awakening to a new world.

Grace has always felt a bit like an outsider, even in her own family. She preferred to do things on her own, ignoring her loneliness. That all changes when Rog barrels into her life, opening her eyes to so much more.

Dragon shifter Rog has seen what problems hiding your inner dragon from your mate brings. Saving his mate from a precarious situation, he changes in front of her. Her awe and hesitant acceptance have him wrapped around her finger in a heartbeat.

Together they find a hidden, cryonic facility. Do they awaken the lost souls hidden in the depth of the mountain? Dare they take the chance of possibly bringing back the diseases to once again ravage their world?

Those are easy questions, but how can Rog explain the mating ritual to change Grace into a dragon involves himself and other dragons giving her more pleasure in a once in a lifetime experience?

 

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I have to tell you, Saving Grace led me in an unexpected direction. I introduced two dragons you’ll see again. Indra and Zeru. I’ve already started Indra’s book. I’m using Indra’s Obsession as the working title, but Waking Tamara is an option for the actual title. Maybe. I have to see if that will work. To me, it doesn’t flow. I don’t have Hark’s mate yet. She hasn’t made an appearance. Soon, I hope! Otherwise Jeuvetorj will be getting her story first. Since, well, you’ve met her mate…or you will! So go buy Saving Grace!

 

New Release ~ Impassioned Deceit ~ on sale for 99 cents for the first 2 weeks!

Impassioned Deceit by Faye Hall

Would you risk your life for the one you love?

At thirty-two, Hannah Wagstaff’s scandalous past, and the scar it left her with, has made her a spinster, scaring away any offers of marriage. She had given up on love until by chance she was reunited with Patrick, a man who had lit a flame in her heart years ago before disappearing from her life.

Patrick O’Doherty couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Hannah. He had been certain he would never see her again, but there she was, and this time he would do anything to keep her in his life.

Things take a drastic turn when Patrick’s vengeful stepfather starts demanding ownership of the cattle station that was left to Patrick by his father. Suddenly, Patrick finds himself on the run for his life, trying to uncover the secrets of his stepfather’s past and the reason he would be willing to murder for a cattle station.

Hannah is distraught when she’s told Patrick died in a fire. Her grief continues when her sister is kidnapped without any clue to who could have taken her. Months later, when her sister returns, Hannah goes looking for the culprit. What she finds is Patrick, alive and working as a bartender at a hotel.

Passionately reunited with Hannah, Patrick discovers that not only is his life under threat, but hers as well. What secrets tie their families together? Will he be able to protect Hannah, or will his love for her ultimately cost him his life?

 

Content Warning: contains sex, strong language, and some violence

Genre(s): Historical Romance

Excerpt:

Patrick walked toward the waterhole, the sound of his father’s departing carriage drifting off in the distance behind him. He had come here to swim several times over the years, finding it a welcomed solace from the heat in this country. Was that why Hannah had invited him here? He could think of no other reason. Even if his assumption was wrong, and this visit was brief, he was just happy to be seeing her again.

As he neared the water, his gaze went to the dark-haired woman sitting on the bank, her feet dangling in the water. He was going to announce himself, but in truth, he didn’t know what to say. He cleared his throat nervously, hoping that would be enough to draw her attention.

She turned to look at him, a huge smile filling her face. “I feared you wouldn’t be able to come.”

“My father dropped me off on his way to deal with some business in Inkerman,” he explained. “He’s going to collect me on his way home.”

She stood and stepped toward him. “How long can you stay?”

He shrugged. “Maybe an hour. Maybe longer.”

The pair stood there, their gazes joined. He wanted to ask her so many questions, hungering to know just who she was.

“Can you swim?” she asked. “Or we could just go for a walk around the area.”

Her uncertainty confused him. “Why did you ask me to meet you here?”

She bent down and slipped off her shoes. “A swim seems like a better idea in this heat.” Her hands went to the buttons on her blouse, unfastening them.

“What are you doing?”

She giggled. “You can’t expect me to go swimming in this. I’ll drown from the weight of it.”

Patrick watched as she stripped down to her chemise and drawers before turning and running into the water. Hesitating only a moment longer, he took off his shoes, then his shirt, throwing it beside her clothes.

“Is that all you’re taking off?” she asked.

He walked toward her and waded through the water until he was only a few feet from her. “I think it’s for the best.”

She began to giggle. “Are you shy?”

He shook his head, sharing in her humor. “I just think what lies beneath my trousers is a bit too much of an introduction given we only met an hour ago.”

Her laughter began to fade, and he watched as a cheeky grin spread across her lips. “I’ll take my chemise off if you take your trousers off.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You can’t be serious?”

She raised her brow. “What if I am?”

The pair waded in the water, their gazes joined, each wondering if Hannah would indeed go through with her side of the bargain. Patrick knew he shouldn’t encourage such behavior, but the thought of being so close to this woman—and so revealed—both thrilled and scared him. Never had he met a woman so forward, and he needed to know now more than ever if she was serious or just all bluff.

“You have yourself a deal,” he finally said.

 

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      Faye Hall spent her early years listening to stories about the families – including her own – who settled townships in and around her hometown in North Queensland, Australia.  The local townspeople, including her own parents, told her stories of corruption and slavery, along with family secrets and forbidden love.

Desperate to remember what she’d been told, along with her already growing love of writing, Faye began to write about the history of her local area.  Never could she have imagined the history of her small home town in Australia would become a growing list of published books.

Faye’s passionate stories combine controversial subjects and provocative encounters as her characters struggle to survive the lifestyle in early rural townships throughout Australia.  She explores slavery and abortion, drug addiction and murder, as well as forbidden love and passionate affairs of the heart.

When she’s not writing, Faye enjoys sharing a bottle of wine with her husband in their ever-growing garden, and encouraging the varied interests of their combined family of nine children.

Explore the world of Faye Hall, Australian Historical Romance Author at her website https://www.fayehall.com.au

 

 

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Up For Debate

 

 

Title: Up For Debate
Series: Love and Desire #1
Author: Devin Sawyer
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: November 15, 2019

 

Blurb
Going to meet your boyfriend’s family should be exciting.
It’s a relationship milestone most girls fawn over, but not
me.
It means coming face to face with my ex that I left high and
dry in the middle of the night almost six years ago.
I wouldn’t call what Lawson and I had a love story, or even
a relationship.
It was tumultuous and frustrating more than it wasn’t.
His lack of respect for me and my background left me bitter
and angry in the end.
Now I’m stuck facing my past, that never got any closure,
and damn it if there aren’t brief moments that I forget why
I went running.
If I let him get too close I know he’ll try to burn me again
I can’t let that happen when I have Reece to lose.
The battle between the two men is a decision I face alone.
One holds my heart, the other holds it hostage.
Sometimes love hands you a choice you never wanted to make.

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Excerpt
“I could date you.” He blurts it like he wants to get it out
of his mouth before he can take it back. It’s my turn to laugh at him now. A
disbelieving scoff comes from me and I just stare at him in horror.
“No,” I reply “Just, No.”
“Why not? It would work. The girls never bothered Veronica.
It’s only because they feel like there’s a position to be filled.”
“They may not have bothered her, but I’m sure that didn’t
stop them from still being up your ass. Plus you don’t want that. You don’t
want a relationship.” 
“Don’t tell me what I want, Farah.” For the first time he
sounds irritated with me, or maybe just this conversation.
“I don’t need you to do me any favors,” I tell him bluntly.
“God-damn, I’m not doing you a ‘favor’. I’m trying to do
myself one, I’m not ready to let go of you just yet. I want more time with you
and if that means we are dating, exclusively, then so be it.” He’s breathing
heavy, like saying that took a lot out of him. I just stare back, trying to
read into what he’s doing. Is this reverse psychology?
He stalks towards me, slowly, hesitantly and he reaches out
for my hand by my side.
“All I can think about is being near you. Just let me have
that.” His eyes are sincere, and I get the feeling he isn’t allowed to feel
this vulnerable very often. I nod to him.
“Okay.” Why did I say that? I didn’t mean okay. I meant ‘no,
not in this lifetime.’ I meant ‘go find some other poor soul to suck the life
out of.’ He’s practically a dementor.
A smile lifts to one side of his face. “Okay.” His other
hand lifts to my chin and he pulls my own mouth to his. His tongue finds my own
and it’s warm and inviting. His touch feels like magic that I didn’t know I
needed.

Author Bio

Devin Sawyer is a contemporary romance writer who enjoys a
bit of dirty humor. If you have a dirty joke, she’s the first one that
wants to hear it. She grew up in a small Texas Town called Comfort and still
enjoys quiet country towns. She started out writing at a young age with moody,
depressing, poetry—mostly about unrequited teenage loves. But enough about the
dark times.. Now Devin prefers to write witty romantic comedies with hard
hitting issues Devin has a master’s in Social work and is independently
licensed as a therapist. She finds reading and writing a pleasant escape from
real world stressors. Her favorite reads are forbidden love stories.
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Cocky Player ~ Stacey Lynn

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Cocky Player, an all-new standalone sports romance from Stacey Lynn is now live!

 

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Like most guys I have a type— she wasn’t mine. Not at all.

The angelic beauty on the dance floor has innocence written all over her. But I can’t
stay away. And when she runs from me, leaving me wanting more, I can’t get her out
of my head.

Turns out finding her won’t be too hard. My mystery virgin is the new marketing
assistant for the Rough Riders Football team. And the owner’s daughter.

She wants to lose her virginity and she’s come to me for one thing, and one thing
only. I’ll gladly help her out, but we have to be careful no one discovers us.

The last thing I need is for my boss to find out I’ve been teaching his baby girl all my
dirtiest plays.

But I didn’t get to be MVP by playing by the rules.

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Excerpt:

A chill skittered down my arms and to my toes until my body erupted in goose bumps. Hairs at the back of my neck stood on end. Someone was watching me.

I stopped moving so quickly I bumped into Gina and reached out to keep her from falling onto the dance floor.

“Sorry!” I called out, but I didn’t look at her as she resettled to her feet.

My gaze was focused, skipping from the men on the dance floor to the outer circle of guys who stayed close, probably couldn’t shimmy their hips to a beat if their life depended on it but enjoyed watching the show, to the stairs…the upper level.

Straight to him.

He was there. Hands curled around a silver railing. Buttoned up white shirt un-tucked from jeans and sleeves rolled to his elbows. Casual.

Commanding.

Long dark hair on top, swept to the side but long enough it could also fall into his eyes.

I simply felt his pull. Felt him.

I stood still and raised my drink in his direction.

His response was a nod. So minuscule it was difficult to see from the distance but even then, I knew he was the one watching me.

And if he wanted to watch? I’d give him the show of his life.

Two men flanked him, one shoved his shoulder, the other crossed his arms over his massive chest. The men were huge.

Yes. That was going to be him.

If he could gain my attention with a look from a hundred feet away, he was definitely the kind of guy who could do other things to me even more intensely.

About the Author

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When Stacey Lynn isn’t conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or behind closed doors, imagining the next adventures she’ll soon write.

She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.

Stacey Lynn lives with her husband and children in North Carolina.

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Wrapped up in you ~ Jill Shalvis

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Wrapped Up in You by Jill Shalvis

Release Date: September 24, 2019

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Wrapped Up in You, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by Jill Shalvis.

It’s love. Trust me.

After a lifetime on the move, Ivy Snow is an expert in all things temporary—schools, friends, and way too many Mr. Wrongs. Now that she owns a successful taco truck in San Francisco and an apartment to call home, Ivy’s reinvented life is on solid ground. And she’s guarded against anything that can rock it. Like the realities of a past she’s worked hard to cover up. And especially Kel O’Donnell. Too hot not to set off alarms, he screams temporary. If only his whispers weren’t so delightfully naughty and irresistible.

Kel, an Idaho sheriff and ranch owner, is on vacay, but Ivy’s a spicy reason to give his short-terms plans a second thought. Best of all, she’s a tonic for his untrusting heart, burned once and still in repair. But when Ivy’s past intrudes on a perfect romance, Kel fears that everything she’s told him has been a perfect lie. Now, if only Ivy’s willing to share, Kel will fight for a true love story.

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Excerpt:

He held her gaze for a long beat before taking the bag and unzipping it, finding the dishes she’d put together for him. “Not tacos,” he said in surprise.

“Making tacos is my job,” she said. “This was for something else.”

“And what’s that?”

“An apology for being … grumpy last night.”

“You weren’t.”

She gave him a get real look and he smiled. “Okay, maybe a little. But it was understandable. You’d just gotten an unfortunate and unfair surprise.” He gently tilted her face up to his. “You doing okay this morning?”

“Yes,” she said. “Of course.”

“Of course,” he repeated and shook his head. “Smart, tough, and resilient,” he murmured, his gaze on her face.

Now it was her turn to smile. “Some might say stubborn, impulsive, and doesn’t know when to quit.”

“Yeah,” he said. “But I find those things very attractive.”

Honestly, she didn’t know how to take half the things he said. They made her feel both terrified and exhilarated at the same time. “You’re a strange man.”

“So I’ve been told.” He looked over the food. “You poison any of it?”

“No, and only because I’d never waste food.” But to prove it, she grabbed the fork she’d packed and took a bite of her eggs. “Mmm,” she moaned before she could stop herself, but hey, she’d worked out and been on the move ever since, and she was starving. Plus, she made damn good eggs if she said so herself.

Again their eyes met, and that now familiar spark went right through her. She wanted him. Quite badly, if going off her racing pulse meant anything. He was so … what, exactly? Steady? Tough? Intense and yet somehow easy-going, not to mention also extremely easy on the eyes?

“You didn’t have to cook something special for me,” he said, sounding touched.

“You helped me last night. I repay my debts.”

“I didn’t do it so you’d feel indebted to me,” he said and cocked his head as he studied her for a beat. “Someday you’re going to have to tell me about the apparent assholes who’ve been in your life to make you so distrusting of me.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. It’s not just you. I don’t trust anyone. And it wasn’t just me paying back a debt,” she admitted. “I wanted to cook for you.” And because that made his smile warm, which in turn made something inside her warm as well, she shrugged and backed up a few steps, needing breathing room. “I also wanted to thank you for your help,” she said, feeling annoyingly awkward as he shoved stacks of plans to one side of the table and started pulling everything else out of her bag with a deep male hum of pleasure when he caught sight of the pancakes.

“Are those blueberry?” he asked very seriously.

She nodded.

“Fair warning, if they’re as good as the eggs, I really am going to drop to my knees and ask you to marry me.”

That startled a laugh out of her. “Fair warning, if you drop to your knees, I’m going to use my considerable kickboxing skills on you.”

About Jill:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jill Shalvis lives in a small town in the Sierras full of quirky characters. Any resemblance to the quirky characters in her books is, um, mostly coincidental. Look for Jill’s sexy contemporary and award-winning books wherever romances are sold and click on the blog button above for a complete book list and daily blog detailing her city-girl-living-in-the-mountains adventures.

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Minx ~ Tour ~ Review

Minx 
Author: Maggie Adams 
Release Date: April 30th, 2019 
Genre: Women’s Fiction, Romantic Comedy 
Cover Designer: Backcover KLPS
A romantic comedy about friendships, flirtations, and the elusive “Fantasm!” 
Hi! I’m Miranda Blake and this is my story. Well, sort of. It’s more like a twisted fairytale, if you believe in them. Except there’s no beautiful, young princess with perky breasts, perfectly coiffed hair and a sassy attitude. I’m closing in on fifty, thirty pounds overweight according to Weight Watchers, and, after nursing two kids and that bitch, gravity, doing her job, I’m lucky the ladies don’t hit my knees. The gorgeous brown mane of hair is slightly frizzy from my ridiculous attempts to recapture my youth by dyeing the hell out of it. As for sassy attitude, well, it wasn’t so long ago that I was a doormat. And the charming prince who sweeps me off my feet into the life of my dreams? I have a dog called Prince, German Shepherd, who knocks me on my ass if I’m in the way when the doorbell rings. Does that count? 
“I want a divorce.”
 
I paused and looked up from packing our suitcases for our anniversary trip to Aruba. The ambient light he had insisted upon when we remodeled barely illuminated his form much less his facial expression. I didn’t mind the lighting usually, it smoothed over the slight imperfections on our bodies and made everything look soft and supple. Tonight, I would have given my left boob for one of those interrogation lights you see on detective shows.
 
“I’m sorry. What did you say?” Like the doormat I am, I continued to fold his underwear into the case. The frustration coming from his voice was enough to convince me he was telling the truth, but I didn’t want to believe him. So, I continued to fold the damn clothes like an idiot, hoping this was his idea of a twisted joke at my expense. I’d had a lot of those over the years.
 
“You heard me, Miranda.” He raked his right hand through his graying hair. For a moment, I felt a twinge of envy. Men were so damn lucky in growing older. The gray or the glasses made them look sophisticated and worldly. I, however, looked like that myopic frizzy haired witch in those wizard movies. I blinked, returning his frown with a slight smile.
 
“You don’t mean that,” I said, shaking my head. I could feel the panic beginning to rise. What if he did mean it? What would I do? I’d given up my job as a journalist over twenty-five years ago to get married and have children. I’d stayed home, the perfect housewife and mother, because that’s the way he wanted it. Anger began to replace the panic. I’d given up my dreamsto allow him his and this is how he repays me?
 
The clothes were packed so I started toward the bathroom to fill the toiletries. Brushing past him, I was surprised when he grabbed my arm. “You’re not listening! God, you do this every time there’s something you don’t want to hear. Do you know how annoying that is?”
 
Annoying? Avoiding confrontation was annoying?? I almost laughed out loud. If he only knew how many times I had wanted to scream at him, to insist he listen to me for once. Perhaps I should let fly right now and really let the bastard have it. After all, he deserved it with this stupid demand.
 
Who the hell gets divorced after twenty-five years? I mean, that’s like the last year to make a change, isn’t it? After that, you take stock of your life, decide that it may not be all you dreamed of but it’s good enough, and you wait each other out on the death sentence.
 
I opened my mouth to tell him just that when I noticed he had moved away and was shuffling through the suitcase. “What in the hell are you doing?” I growled at him as I began refolding my things. “We are going on our anniversary cruise tomorrow morning. I need to pack. You need to get a grip on whatever this male menopause thing is and be ready to enjoy our trip.”
 
Oh my God! Did I just say that out loud? I peeked up at him. His mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water. I watched the blood rush from his throat to his head. Yep, I’d said it out loud. He grabbed my arms and pushed me into the desk chair. I was suddenly frightened. How odd! I’d never been frightened of him before. Perhaps it was because his face was so close, I could smell the whiskey on his breath, see myself in his eyes. But more than likely it was because he had his fingers around my throat, and he was squeezing.
 
“Pay attention, Miranda. I no longer want you. I no longer desire you. You have become an albatross weighing me down. We are divorcing and that’s final. You go your way and I go mine. I take what is mine and you take what is yours.” He released me and stepped back to the suitcase, calmly taking out my clothes once again.
 
“The kids?” I gasped out, rubbing the sting from the skin of my throat.
 
“The kids are adults. They will be fine.” He closed the suitcase with a snap. “I’m going on the cruise. When I return, I expect you to be out of the house. Everything can be handled through our lawyers.”
 
The cruise. My clothes. His silences. I closed my eyes against the knowledge of my own stupidity. “Who is she?” 
 
I could feel his stare. He was weighing whether to tell me, so it must be someone I knew. “It doesn’t matter.”
 
I opened my eyes. “It does to me.”
 
For the first time, he looked uneasy. He cleared his throat. “It’s Megan Clark. As soon as our divorce is final, she’ll be Megan Blake.”
 
“Our daughter’s tennis coach?!” I shot up from the chair. “You’ve been fucking our daughter’s tennis coach?!” This threw my anger into high gear like nothing else could. He could mess with me all he wanted, but to deliberately hurt our daughter, use her for his selfish desires? 
 
I pushed him out the bedroom door. “You cheating sack of shit! You find my avoidance of issues, annoying, well, let me help you clear the air! I find your constant handling of your balls annoying, your clearing your throat then swallowing phlegm annoying, your constant critique of everyone else annoying, your pompous attitude about my friends annoying,” I took a deep breath, noting with satisfaction that he now clutched the suitcase to his chest in defense, and screamed at the top of my lungs. “But mostly I find your selfish, narcissistic, cloying attempts to be the man you need to be but fall far short of, to be ANNOYING!”
 
“You’re insane!” he whispered, horrified at my display. 
 
He scrambled down the stairs and headed for the garage as I continued to hail insults down upon his head. “You’re a terrible father to do this to your children! You’re homemade wine tastes like raspberry piss water! Your mother’s potato salad sucked!”
 
I saved the best for last. One that would ultimately worm its way into his psyche and take root. One this narcissistic rat bastard couldn’t help but take to heart. The one thing I had to constantly praise him on. 
 
I smiled as he hurried into the car. “You’re a mediocre fuck, Dale. You’re a one trick pony in bed and your balls smell like vegetable soup!” I made sure to imprint the look of horror and disgust on his face as he backed out of our garage to go to his lover.
 
It was only hours later, as I slid onto the sheets of the bed in the guestroom, that I realized throughout the entire confrontation, neither of us had mentioned love. That made me sad for a moment, then a profound relief took hold and I began to cry. I hadn’t realized how tight I had been wound. Fuckin’ twenty-five years and I finally get a do-over. I closed my eyes and dreamed.
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Minx was a fun read! Hilarious mixed with OMG I’d so do that if it happened to me. Newly separated/divorced Miranda-now Randi-oops, maybe not-is let loose on the world. Newly poked, prodded, redressed, and coiffed by her gaggle of girlfriends to face life and getting rid of the excess weight of the loser hubby, she still would like to curl up in bed and watch TV or read a book. Too bad her friends know better. Forced to find her way in the dating and working world after taking care of the loser and her children after twenty five years is a shock. Getting the job is easier than she hoped, but the men-not so much. Especially when it involves brothers!

Grab Minx, laugh and know there is hope for middle aged women! Especially if you too would be vertically challenged in high heels!

Maggie Adams is an Amazon Best Selling contemporary romance author. Her first book in the Tempered Steel Series, Whistlin’ Dixie, debuted in Amazon’s Top 100 for Women’s Fiction, humor, on November, 2014 and then again at #61 in 2016. Since then, she has consistently made the Amazon best seller 5-star list with Leather and Lace, Something’s Gotta Give, Love, Marriage & Mayhem, and Forged in Fire. Her series has launched the tiny town of Grafton, Illinois, into International recognition with sales in Mexico, Ireland, Scotland, Australia, and the UK.
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