She loves her fledgling interior design business, having fun, and she loves men. But only temporarily. Rule #1 is no relationships, no love, no commitment.
She likes being in charge. It’s the only way to protect herself from getting hurt again. Zane Price is the perfect candidate for a steamy time—beautiful, built, and British. Plus, he’ll soon be moving back to England. Really perfect. Well…except for the fact that he’s her biggest client. And he doesn’t play by her rules. Hell, no. He wants more. Much more. Which is definitely not on the agenda. Unfortunately, his kisses are nothing short of toe-curlingly awesome. And he is distracting her—a lot—from doing her job. She needs to stay away from him. Her livelihood depends on it. But Zane always gets what he wants. And he wants Bea. But for right now? Or forever…?
She waited for just the right moment, pushing to her feet when she saw her opening. She was zoned in on her target, gun lifting in his direction—and was suddenly flying through the air. “Hey!” Somebody had hold of her and they were going down. She braced herself for impact with the hard ground, but landed on a firm chest instead. A chest that smelled suspiciously like…Zane Price. She was rolled off his body and found herself staring up at his face. He looked kind of angry. Huh. She wasn’t expecting that. She could feel his package grinding against her pelvis, so she certainly wasn’t mad about anything. A package that was quickly hardening, by the way. “Did you just tackle me?” she asked in bewilderment. She saw him swallow as his eyes flew over her face. “I believe I did, yes.” Their position on the ground was far too sexual—not that she was doing anything about it. His upper body was hovering over hers so as not to crush her, but their lower bodies were in close contact. Very close contact. She cleared her throat. “Why?” “Because you were about to become a casualty,” he whispered. “I saved your life.” “My hero.” She’d meant it to sound sarcastic. But her voice came out a lot huskier than she’d intended. He noticed. His eyes darkened in response. Everything below her belly clenched with need, a reaction that his own body mirrored. She felt him grow thick against her thigh, and though he didn’t say anything, she knew they were both aware of what was happening south of the border. “And you’re still on top of me, why?” “Because part of me is quite comfortable here,” he admitted. “And a different part of me is about to be in a world of pain once I move. I’m trying to decide which part I should listen to.” “Do I get a say in this?” He gave a small thrust of his hips against her, making her gasp. One quick grind that allowed her to feel the full extent of his manhood in all of its stiff glory. She was a goner. His eyelids lowered to half-mast as he took in her reaction. “Do you want a say in this?”
Traveler. Reader. Wino. Beach-goer. St. Louis Cardinals fan. North Carolina resident. Sarcastic. Bit of a nerd.
Author of the Slow Seductions, Cruz Brothers, Possession and Politics, and Timid Souls series, Melanie loves all things romance, comedies and suspense in particular because it’s boring to only stick to one sub-genre! From light-hearted comedies to sexy thrillers, she likes to mix it up, but loves her some strong alpha males and sassy heroines. Go visit Melanie’s website and sign up for her newsletter to stay updated on release dates, teasers, and other details for all of her projects! http://www.melaniemunton.com/ You can also follow Melanie on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, and Goodreads.
I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl
Title: Within Six Months (A Wild Roses Novel) Author: Cleo Scornavacca Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: TBC Cover Designer: Stephanie Hobbs at Steph’s Cover Design
Photographer: Michael Reh at Michael Reh Photography Hosted by:Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
Time…escaping his past, struggling with the present, looking towards his future. Time… a gift, precious, fleeting, ever-changing, moving quickly…too quickly, especially for a man searching for the woman of his dreams. That’s exactly how photographer Tommy Conte decided he would begin his new life. He left everything he knew behind in search of something special…someone special. His plan was clear. He would move to the beach, renovate an old shore house and find the woman that he would ultimately marry…all within six months. Was he delusional? Perhaps…yet after everything that had gone on in his life the last few years, he had to take that chance. Then… as luck would have it, he met Jade Stanton, his new neighbor. Tommy was immediately drawn to her. He wanted and needed to know more. Perfect right? Wrong… There was one small problem. Jade wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship like Tommy was. She was done…over it. She swore off anything serious with any man that came her way…until she was backed into a corner and Tommy came to her rescue. He pretended to be her boyfriend…for just one evening. It was simple, no strings attached. It was only one night, or so she thought. Due to circumstances beyond her control, Jade needed Tommy to play his part for a little while longer. She didn’t think it would be a problem. Tommy was fine with it and they both knew it was all just an act. Yet, Jade came to realize the more she pretended, the more she couldn’t deny that she was falling for him. Although she didn’t want Tommy to find out, Tommy knew better; he felt it too. Tommy realized that the girl he had dreamed of was right there in front of him; and the life he wanted to share with her was finally within his grasp. He decided he couldn’t let her slip away. He wouldn’t leave it up to fate. He had to try, but Tommy also knew it wouldn’t be easy. Actually, it would be the hardest thing he ever had to do…prove to Jade that she could trust him enough to love him, as much as he loved her.
In 2012, Cleo began writing Miss Taken, her debut novel and book one in the Miss Taken Identity Series. Identity, book two, was published in 2014 and The Ties That Bind followed in 2016, which completed the series. Cleo is currently working on several other titles that include Within Six Months, one of four standalones in her new Wild Roses Series, featuring the secondary characters from Miss Taken Identity and also new set of stories that will combined adult romance with a haunting twist, yet to be titled.
Cleo was honored to be a part of This Beautiful Escape, Volume One, featuring a personal short story; Small Gestures. All of the proceeds to This Beautiful Escape go to the fund for Ataxia Awareness. She’s the Senior Columnist at Lust Bites Magazine, combining her work as a writer with her career as Make-up, Aesthetician and Nutritionist. Cleo is a proud member of Romance Writers of America (RWA) and the New Jersey Romance Writers (NJRW) organizations.
When she isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her family, friends and her Dobie, Brayden. Cleo enjoys reading all types romance, books on Italy, listening to 80’s metal bands, watching movies from Hollywood’s Golden Age and of course, squishing her feet in the sand down at the Jersey Shore every chances she gets.
Nice guys finish first, said no one ever. But we guarantee you’ll finish this collection filled with dark and dangerous alphas who obey no one, play by their own rules, and least of all allow anything to come between them and what they desire most. You’ll never look at thieves, hit men, bounty hunters or ex-cons the same way again. Break bad and our sexy-as-sin bad boys will steal your heart.
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His to Possess by Theodora Taylor
What ruthless mafia prince Luca Ferraro wants, Luca Ferraro gets. And he won’t stop until he possess the daughter of his family’s biggest enemy. In. Every. Single. Way.
Star-Crossed by Koko Brown
Some people are born bad…again and again, and again
His Favorite by Eve Vaughn
With one taste, an addiction is born.
Notorious by Caitlin Daire
He says he’s not guilty, but he might be the death of me anyway…
Sleeping With The Enemy by LaQuette
When sleeping with the enemy, hate becomes their addiction, and love… a complicated distraction they can’t afford.
Indebted by Sharon C. Cooper
Even when he does good, he’s bad.
Bad Things, Good Killers by S.W.Frank
He thought he buried the past; but one woman won’t rest until he’s paid the debt for his sins.
Dangerously Theirs by A.M. Griffin
She thinks she can outsmart the law, but can she outrun the bounty hunters who want to claim more than the reward for her capture?
Hideout by Billy London
Rae can hide from everyone out for her blood but she can’t escape what she’s done.
Drive Her by Bridget Midway
There’s no honor among thieves and con artists, and no rest for the wicked, but can there be love?
His for the Taking by Nia K. Foxx
When the lines are blurred it’s hard to distinguish between the good, bad and predators.
Debt Collector’s Due by Shyla Colt
He’ll collect what he’s owed at any cost.
One Hit by Victoria H. Smith
He’s her new neighbor and she’s curious. She’s his new neighbor and well… he wants a taste.
Rectified by Xyla Turner
His lifestyle wasn’t fit for a queen and only one dead man stood between them.
I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl
A chance meeting. An improbable connection. An exquisite attraction.
Trent Hettinger’s turbulent formative years transformed him into a cynic—and into a man who realized he required something outside himself to control his temper. Something he found as a Dom—at least for a while. But he allowed himself to trust a woman once and was slapped back into reality with a vengeance and now devotes all his energy into building his real estate empire, raising his teenaged daughter…and avoiding anything resembling authentic attachments.
Melody Rodriguez kept her head down for years—working hard, making her own money, trying to get ahead with every deck stacked against her. She’s determined to move beyond the ugliness that haunts her without anyone’s help. When a mutual friend sets her up with Trent, she’s determined to have some fun with him and move on.A man with nothing left to lose. A woman hiding behind her past. When two lives spent in emotional denial collide, it’s a perfect match—at least on the surface. But neither Trent nor Melody is prepared for the full force of their true feelings, once fate intervenes and blows a cold breeze into their white-hot relationship.
“You need to get ready,” Evelyn said. “You only have a few hours.”
I stared at the computer screen. “I’m not going.”
“The hell you aren’t.” She slapped the laptop closed. We were in the office she’d assigned to me in my new job as general manager of the Fitz Pub. “You are going. But not until you get your ass home for a clean-up.” She raised an eyebrow. “Did you ever get to my wax artist?”
I put a hand to my face.
“All right. Well. Get on home and take a shower. Do you have a nice dress? I mean, something super dressy?”
“Yes. He sent a dress. And shoes. And…a kind of a…mask.”
“All righty then. He hasn’t lost his edge. So, let’s go.” She snapped her fingers and smiled at me.
“Go where?” Panic was settling into my psyche. I’d spent a lot of energy in the last couple of days being mad at Trent. I wasn’t quite ready to let go of it.
“It’s wax time, puta.” She handed me my purse.
“We have work to do.”
“It can wait.”
“That’s not what you said to me this morning.” I crossed my arms, leaning back in my rickety chair.
“Yeah, well, scratch all that. Hang on.” She pulled her phone from her pocket. “Hey. Yeah. I gotta go help Melody with something. I’ll be back in about an hour.” Her face reddened. “Yes, I know.” She turned away from me and muttered something more, then ended the call. “Whew. All right. Come on. It won’t take long.”
Two hours later I was home, staring at myself in the mirror. I put a hand to my neck, turning my head left, then right, admiring the semi-casual updo and the subtle makeup. I held out my hands, checking out the bright red nails. Between the primping, buffing, waxing and everything else, they’d even found time to get me a shower at that crazy spa.
I glanced over at the bed, where the simple, cream silk dress lay alongside a cream-colored garter belt, real silk stockings and a gorgeous, matching bra. The shoes were a work of art—sky-high heels, open toes, satin ribbons to wrap around my ankles. Everything was the perfect size. Of course.
I sat, fingering the creamy mask. It was intimidating, yet beautiful, edged with intricate lace. My fingers trembled as I held it to my face, then dropped it onto my lap.
You wanted this, Melody. You demanded it from him. Do not be that woman who, when her man gives her what she wanted, suddenly changes her mind.
I willed myself not to cry and screw up the expensive makeup job. As I was fastening the stockings into the belt, my phone buzzed from the table next to my bed. I smiled when I saw I was Evelyn.
Mel. Just relax. It will be fine. He loves you.
I sighed and looked at the ceiling before answering. I’m not sure about all that. He wants to tie me up and spank me. That’s not love. That’s kind of crazy.
Don’t worry. If you don’t like it, tell him. He’ll stop. He’ll do anything for you. Lighten up a little.
There was a brief pause, then another text from my friend. You’re going to blow his mind, chica. Own it.
I covered my lips with my hands. There was no denying it—I was flat out terrified. I wanted this. Or I thought I wanted it. And now I definitely had to own it.
Noting the time, I stood slowly and pulled the dress with me. The fabric was like a lovely soft sheet draping my body, magically clinging to all my curves. I ran my hands across my stomach, down my hips, admiring myself in the full-length mirror.
With a frown, I started pulling at the pins and whatnot that the hair guy had used to give me the glamorous up-do. My man wanted my hair down. I ran my fingers through it, which reminded me of the way he loved to do it—gently at first, then when he’d close his fingers in it, tugging and pulling…
I shivered, and I smiled at myself, noting how my makeup looked better since I wasn’t ghostly pale behind it anymore.
We’d parted badly. And I’d taken his Jeep. Granted, I’d left it in his garage, keys in the gas door. But I had taken the man’s car. It had been a bold move. Or a shitty move. I still hadn’t decided. But now, if Evelyn was to be believed, this night would be The One. The night I would get the full force of this whole BDSM Thing. Take it or leave it.
Amazon best-selling author, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.
Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”).
With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.
Don’t ever ask her for anything “like a Budweiser” or risk bodily injury.
Liz Crowe writes intense true-to-life stories that make you feel. Whether it’s anxiety, love, fear, hate, bliss, or loss woven into her plot lines, you will feel it deep down to your very soul.
–Audrey Carlan, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author
Liz Crowe is one of those rare authors who knows how to take the emotions of her characters and make them real for her readers, binding you to the story.”
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–Bestselling Author of the Enigma Series, Ditter Kellan
I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl
Title: The Submissive Muse Author: Tiffany N. York
Genre: Erotic Romance Release Date: July 14, 2017 Cover Designer: Lawson Craighill of Blushing Books Hosted by:Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
One man’s misfortune is another man’s destiny. Elizabeth Wolfe’s husband, John, had been everything to her—protector, provider, administer of pain. Still devastated, one year after his death, she decides to take her own life, but her plan is interrupted when she discovers an unconscious stranger in her barn.
Devan Carthy and John Wolfe agreed to an arrangement before he died—Devan is to seek out Elizabeth, exactly one year from his death, and bring joy to her life again, in exchange for a sizeable sum of money.
What begins as a friendship between a grieving widow and a mercurial artist blossoms into love as Devan reawakens her desire for living. His erratic mood swings and her need for pleasure and pain threaten their relationship, but it’s John Wolfe’s hold over them that may ultimately tear them apart.
Publisher’s Disclaimer: This dramatic love story contains graphic sexual scenes, as well as discipline. If either of these offend you, please do not buy the book.
A slow, sultry blues number filled the room. “Come here.” His tone had turned suddenly serious.
She was no stranger to slow dancing, having danced with John at many formal events, so when he took her in his arms, they were able to move effortlessly together. She arched her back at one point, enjoying the feeling of fluidity in her body, and when she straightened up, he pulled her tightly to him, his warm breath tickling her neck. She kept her head next to his, breathing in his smell, a potent mix of soap and musk. With his beard against her cheek and his body pressed against hers, she became lost in the moment. Lost, when he gently ran his lips along her bare shoulder. Lost, when he murmured her name with desperate yearning in his voice. Lost, when he grew hard.
They barely moved to the music. Only their hips swayed, his erection straining against the seam of his pants, causing a hunger inside her that had been absent for so long. A hunger she thought she’d never feel again.
“Liz, look at me,” he whispered.
When she did, he lowered his face to hers, their lips almost touching. He hesitated. And when she didn’t move, he pressed his mouth to hers, softly at first, and then he deepened the kiss when he felt her respond.
A moan escaped her and before she knew it, her hands were tangled in his hair. Their tongues teased and stroked and begged each other for more until Elizabeth felt the sharp pinch of her necklace digging into her skin. A painful reminder of John. She broke the kiss and pushed him away, leaving him with a dazed expression.
“I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”
Taking the coward’s way out, she left Devan standing alone and ran up the stairs to her bedroom. The last sound she heard was of shattering glass.
He wants her. She’s off limits. That’s the deal. But once the deal is fulfilled, all bets are off.
Can a mercurial artist bring color and passion back to a grieving widow’s world?
Sometimes what brings a couple together can be the very thing that tears them apart.
Tiffany N. York lives in Southern California with her spirited son, diva Chihuahua, an ever-changing number of cats, and two tone-deaf parakeets. She writes fiction to escape reality. Her two romantic comedies, The Accidental Cougar, and The Meatball Mistress are available on Amazon. The Submissive Muse, an erotic romance will be out July 14, 2017. Visit her on social media.
I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl
Title: Take Your Time (A Boston Love Story) Author: Julie Johnson
Genre: Romantic Comedy Release Date: June 11, 2017 Hosted by:Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
Delilah Sinclair has a certain reputation.
Maybe it’s the way she walks (in skyscraper designer heels) or the way she talks (in total absence of a filter) or simply the shade of her hair (strawberry blonde). Maybe it’s the string of broken hearts she’s left across the city of Boston. (Sorry, boys.)
For Lila, catching a man’s attention is never a struggle. It’s the part that comes later – the happily-ever-after part – that always seems to trip her up. All her friends may be settling down, but this fiery redhead has no intentions of ever being tamed…
Until she meets a man just as wild.
Luca “Blaze” Buchanan is the best fighter to come out of Boston in years. Men want to be him, women want to be with him, and no one smart ever bets against him. He’s more savage than knight-in-shining-armor, but that suits him just fine: he has no plans to ever allow a woman to domesticate him.
That is, until a certain sultry redhead finds herself in need of salvation. In the midst of sudden danger, their slow-burning attraction sparks into something far hotter… an inferno neither of them knows how to put out.
One thing is indisputable: no one is walking away without getting singed…
** TAKE YOUR TIME is a full-length contemporary romance about a girl determined not to settle… and the alpha who tears her careful plans into pieces. It is the fourth installment of the internationally bestselling BOSTON LOVE STORY series and can be read as a complete standalone. Due to sexy scenes, a sassy, red-headed heroine, and a bossy, unbearably sexy hero, it is recommended for readers ages 17 and up. **
My fingers still shake as I punch in the digits, one after another, trying to think of something cute or clever to say as the call connects.
Heeeeey, what’s up? You’ll never guess where I am…
I listen to the rings — one, two, three jarring peals — and begin to think he’s not going to answer. It’s late, well after midnight… he’s probably sleeping… or his phone is on silent… or he’ll think it’s a mis-dial…
His voice is deeper than usual, as if I’ve woken him, but I’d recognize that trademark growl anywhere. It’s him.
I open my mouth to say something… and find I cannot formulate one single, non-idiotic word. My tongue quite literally refuses to cooperate.
“Hello?” He waits a beat, listening to me breathe. “Who is this?”
I hear a rustling sound — skin against sheets —and an entirely NSFW image shoots into my brain.
Does he sleep naked?
“Last chance,” he grumbles, impatient as ever.
Crap con queso.
He’s going to disconnect.
“Wait!” I squeak in a small voice that makes me sound like I’ve swallowed a balloon animal. “Please, just… don’t hang up.”
Utter silence blasts across the line. I hold my breath, afraid to squeak out another word, completely at a loss as to what I’m going to say next. To my everlasting regret, before I can think of a dignified way to explain my current situation, he speaks again. And when he does, that sleepy edge is gone from his voice. It’s been replaced with something that sounds a lot like amusement and… gloating.
“That you, Delilah?”
My jaw clenches. “Don’t call me that.”
“So, she finally uses my number. If I’d known all it would take to get your attention was a sharpie, I might’ve done this months ago.” A low chuckle hits my ear, and I squirm a little. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
I grip the receiver a little tighter, wishing I could reach through the line and punch him.
“If you’re hoping for a bootycall…” He pauses pointedly. “I can be at your place in twenty.”
“Oh, dream on,” I snap, indignant at the suggestion. (As if I hadn’t been picturing him naked approximately twenty-seven seconds ago.)
“I was dreaming,” he reminds me. “You just woke me. And it was a good dream. Amy Adams was in it. So, unless you’re about to make a point, I suggest you let me get back to her.”
I roll my eyes.
“Well?” he prompts. “What’s it gonna be?”
“I…” My teeth chew my bottom lip. “I… sort of… need your help.”
He goes silent for a beat, contemplating that. “Gonna need a few more details, babe.”
I hedge. “Well, see, I’m in a bit of a jam. I’m sort of… stranded.” My voice drops. “And… I didn’t have anyone else to call.”
I can’t see him, obviously, but there’s a tangible change in his demeanor, evident even across a phone line.
“Are you safe?” His voice is abruptly serious. In less than two seconds, he’s shifted gears from teasing to intense. It’s disarming.
“Yes,” I murmur. “I’m safe.”
I hear crinkling sounds — him, pulling on clothes. “Will you be able to stay safe until I get there?”
“Yes,” I assure him, feeling like the grandest of fools. “I’m fine. Phone-less, but fine. Honestly…” I swallow hard. “Listen, you don’t have to come. I just need you to get in touch with Phoebe for me, she won’t mind…”
“Not a chance. I’m coming.”
My eyes widen. “You’re not going to ask me any questions?”
He barely hesitates. “Babe. You called me, a man you usually refuse to give the time of day, in middle of the damn night, sounding scared instead of like your usual sassy, full-of-shit self—”
I roll my eyes, at that.
“—and you tell me you’re in trouble. I know you said you’re safe, but I also know you’re in more than a bit of a jam if you had to resort to calling me.” He pauses. “Furthermore, I know I’m gonna be the one who helps you.”
My mouth parches. “But Phoebe really won’t mind. In fact, she kind of owes me—”
He cuts me off, sounding even more growly than usual. “Address.”
I blink in surprise. “Phoebe’s address?”
“No.” I hear a door slam closed through the receiver. “I’m already on my way. Tell me where I’m headed.”
Bossy, arrogant, stubborn man.
My hold tightens on the receiver. “I could be in Tibet, for all you know.”
There’s a beat of stony silence. “Are you in Tibet?”
I sigh. “No.”
“Delilah.” An engine rumbles to life. “Address. Now.”
“Mattapan,” I mumble, wincing. “At… the county jail.”
He pauses, digesting that tidbit, and when he speaks again, his voice is almost… soft. For some reason, that unnerves me far more than his growls or grumbles or gloating comments.
“Hold tight. I’ll be there in thirty.”
The line goes dead as he clicks off.
Crap with a side of extra fries.
If you’d told me twenty-four hours ago that Luca Buchanan, Boston’s most badass MMA fighter, would be on his way to bail me out of jail… I’d have laughed in your face. Now, all I can do is set the handset in its cradle with a dull click, lean back against the gunmetal gray precinct wall, and wonder what the ever-flipping heck I’m going to do when he gets here.
Especially given the last time I saw him…
Hey There Delilah by The Plain White T’s Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez Take Your Time by Sam Hunt Style by Taylor Swift Fire and the Flood by Vance Joy Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur Heart Hope by Oh Wonder Breathe Again by Sara Bareilles Litost by X Ambassadors Between the Night, Between the Day by Rosi Golan Oceans by Seafret We Are Man and Wife by Michelle Featherstone One and Only by Adele White Blood by Oh Wonder Hold On by Chord Overstreet
JULIE JOHNSON is a twenty-something Boston native suffering from an extreme case of Peter Pan Syndrome. When she’s not writing, Julie can most often be found adding stamps to her passport, drinking too much coffee, striving to conquer her Netflix queue, and Instagramming pictures of her dog. (Follow her: @author_julie)
She published her debut novel LIKE GRAVITY in August 2013, just before her senior year of college, and she’s never looked back. Since, she has published five more novels, including the bestselling BOSTON LOVE STORY series. Her books have appeared on Kindle and iTunes Bestseller lists around the world, as well as in AdWeek, Publishers Weekly, and USA Today.
You can find Julie on Facebook or contact her on her website www.juliejohnsonbooks.com. Sometimes, when she can figure out how Twitter works, she tweets from @AuthorJulie. For major book news and updates, subscribe to Julie’s newsletter: http://eepurl.com/bnWtHH