Book Blitz: Stepbrother, Mine (Part 2) by Opal Carew #Giveaway

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Book Title: Stepbrother, Mine (Part 2)
Author: Opal Carew
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2015
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Scandalous love. Smoldering romance. It’s all here!

Dana’s always had a clear vision of what she wanted out of life. But when her father dies during her final year of college, Dana’s whole world threatens to topple down. In desperate need of money, she comes up with an idea. It’s scandalous. It’s HOT. And it’s got everybody talking. . .Is Dana really going to auction off her own virginity? And at what cost?

Meet Mason. He is used to getting what he wants. The head of his own corporate empire, he has wealth, means, and no shortage of beautiful women ready to fulfill his every need. But despite having it all, Mason is bored. Until he comes face-to-face with a woman from his past–one who will do anything to get what she wants. But is her desire for Mason worth the risk?

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From Stepbrother, Mine (Part 1)

Mason sat in the leather chair at the desk in his den and opened his browser. He reviewed his email, answering a few, and adding a few things to his calendar. He sighed and glanced at the clock. His dinner would be in the oven for another fifteen minutes.

A chat window opened, from his friend, Guy.

“Hey, your SL gone home already?”

Guy called his subs sluts—in fact, he called the women he spent time with sluts, too—but he knew Mason wouldn’t put up with it, so he called them SL, which he said was short for slave, but Mason knew he was just yanking his chain.

“Yeah.”

He didn’t feel very talkative.

“So all alone in your big house. Bored, yeah? You really should look into that service I was telling you about. FYI, they just got a new batch of SLs. Or should I say, SL-wanna-bes. J”

Then the link appeared in the chat window.

Guy knew Mason had been bored lately and told him he needed to shake things up sexually. Then he’d told him about this service that allowed a young woman to essentially sell her virginity to a wealthy man for a hefty sum of money. The fee was fifty grand. The guys who frequented the service could drop that amount without blinking an eye and some justified it by saying it was doing a great service because most of these young women were college students who used the money to pay for their education. In fact, it had been dubbed the Scholarship Fund by the men who used it.

Guy had closed his chat session, but Mason found himself staring at the link.

He had absolutely no interest in deflowering some virgin, but he couldn’t help wondering what kind of women would allow themselves to get involved in this kind of thing. Why did they resort to selling their bodies? Didn’t they have parents who could help them? Were they too lazy or inept to earn the money on their own?

He found himself clicking on the link.

A black screen opened displaying a simple insignia with a lone field underneath, requesting that he enter a code.

He knew from what Guy had told him that one had to be registered to enter the site. And Guy had paid the thousand dollars to register him as a birthday present last month.

Mason entered the username Guy had given him. BoredDom.

A new page displayed. He selected the page that talked about the type of women available through the service. It gave a pitch about how wholesome and safe they were, how enthusiastic the young women were to have this opportunity, and generally made the whole thing sound like a bunch of girl scouts wanting to sell cookies to help the poor.

He clicked on the link that would allow him to view the current women available. He wondered if the women would be naked or in seductive poses. When the page came up, it offered various selection criteria based on physical appearance, age, education level, et cetera. He just clicked on New Arrivals.

A new page opened and he stared at a list with pictures on the left and brief bios on the right. The four photos visible on the page were all of quite lovely looking young women gazing at him with bright smiles, wearing normal street clothes and sitting in a chair with their hands folded in their laps.

The photographer was excellent, though, because somehow he captured a distinct personality in each of them. They were all posed the same way, and they all smiled, but the first one clearly had an impish side. Maybe it was the way her lips turned up that gave that impression, or the glint in her eyes. The second seemed more timid. The third, he sensed would have a fiery temper, even though her hair was golden blonde rather than red.

He scanned down the page, viewing each smiling face. The timer on his phone sounded, indicating that his dinner was ready. He glided his cursor up to close the window when his eye caught on one of the smiling faces.

He frowned, then stared at the familiar smile and wide innocent eyes. But he must be mistaken. He clicked on the link labeled Details and a bigger picture of the woman appeared. His stomach clenched. Fuck, that was her. His gaze glided to the name to confirm.

Fuck, what the hell was Dana doing on a site like this.

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As a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of erotic contemporary romance, Opal Carew writes about passion, love, and taking risks. Her heroines follow their hearts and push past the fear that stops them from realizing their dreams… to the excitement and love of happily-ever-after.

Opal loves nail polish, crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork, Zentangle, and all that glitters. She earned a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo, and spent 15 years as a software analyst before turning to her passion as a writer. She grew up in Toronto, and now lives in Ottawa with her husband, and three cats. One of her sons just finished a Masters degree at Sussex University in the UK and is now pursuing a second Masters at Carleton University in Ottawa. The other son is working on his undergraduate degree at Carleton University. Yes, mom is proud!

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Book Blitz: Mobster’s Bones by Amy Rachiele

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Book Title: Mobster’s Bones
Author: Amy Rachiele
Genre: Romance
Release Date: June 30, 2015
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How can things you only glimpse for a moment sear themselves into your memory?
~Alessandra, Mobster’s Bones

Alessandra has a problem. It’s not that the Mafia is the only life she knows, her father and best friend being members.
She’s being followed. Her stalker destroys the one thing Alessandra thought they could never touch. She’s now forced to flee the only home she’s known, Palmetto.

How can someone be so beautiful? The morning sunlight is coming through the blinds on my window casting a glow around Alessandra. She has been here for a week, and we have fallen into a routine. It is sort of like she has always been here. Imagining her leaving, gives me an unwanted stone in my stomach.
~ Troy, Mobster’s Bones

Troy has his life planned out perfectly; graduate from Notre Dame with honors, get married, live a quiet life with his wife and kids in the suburbs. Just like his parents and their parents before them.
Things don’t work out according to plan – the scaffolding of his life is crumbling before his eyes. Troy’s plans didn’t include the daughter of a mob enforcer showing up at his door and sleeping in his bed. Are Alessandra and her mafia family worth throwing away the life Troy has always wanted?

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Alessandra

My heels click too loudly on the cement sidewalk. I’m moving fast. My fist tightens around the strap on my bag, and I pick up my already hurried pace. I shoot a quick look behind me. No one is there, but I know they are, watching me. My shoulders tighten like someone threw an ice cube down the back of my shirt. The Saturday night special in my purse should comfort me but it doesn’t; I can’t fire at shadows. I’m too nervous to even pull out my phone.

I know better than to be out on the streets at night even in a town where my dad is a Capo. I have never been afraid. I really haven’t had a reason to be. Best friends with the mob boss’s son, Antonio, my father a bad-ass enforcer for the Delisi family make it a no-brainer. Stay the fuck away from me.

Street and porch lights on symmetrical houses flit by, illuminating the cracked pavement then casting it into darkness. I’m two houses away and the pavement stretches before me like miles of empty wilderness. My breathing is labored. Echoing in my ears are abrupt huffs of air in tandem with rushing blood.

My house!

I run up the stairs and unlock the front door, throwing myself into the living room. I slam it behind me and click the lock. I turn, leaning up against it, exhausted. I kick off my shoes and slide down to the floor.

Why is this happening to me? This is destroying me. A tear pricks the corner of my eye. It is shredding me to pieces one eerie bit at a time. I realize paranoia is consuming me as I pull my legs up tight to my chest. I wrap my arms around them and bury my head. I have to tell someone. I will look weak, but I have to. I can’t take this anymore.

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Amy Rachiele is a military spouse and brat who spent many years volunteering and on staff for the Army National Guard and Department of Veteran Affairs with family support, family readiness, as well as, families of the Fallen. Amy devoted 10 years to teaching at-risk students in the Providence School System. She holds a Master’s degree from Rhode Island College in English and Secondary Education. She volunteers her time at the local library facilitating a writer’s group in the hope of inspiring other writers. Besides writing, she enjoys scrapbooking, sewing, and traveling. Amy lives in Massachusetts with her son and husband.

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Cover Reveal: Tread by Brandace and Justin Morrow #Giveaway

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Author: Brandace and Justin Morrow
Genre: Contemporary Military Romance
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GRACE
For me, growing up did not imply independence. My whole life has been paved before me like a well-traveled road. My twenty-first birthday signaled the end of my father’s rule, and the beginning of my husband’s—where I am expected to churn out infinite children with a smile.

As I stare at the oversized Temple doors, weighed down by more than yards of heavy, white lace, I do what I have never done before.

I make a decision for myself.

I decide to run.

TREAD
Being in a motorcycle club is in my DNA, as is the military requirement to join. I served, I fought, and I survived the crucible of grueling training and intense combat. I returned to my club with newfound respect for right, wrong, and the shades of gray that connect them.

By day, I work at Ronin Auto, pulling things apart, fixing the problem, and putting them back together.

Grace and her nonfunctioning, little sedan prove to be a hiccup in a well-oiled machine.

Because by night, I smuggle soft felons into Mexico.
With things heating up at the border, and a missing MC family member, the last thing I need is an innocent to worry about.
But something about Grace makes me want to take apart all of her pieces to figure out how someone so beautiful has never even been kissed.

Against my better judgment, I strike a bargain with the little, blue-eyed beauty, and it changes everything I thought I knew. About women. About the club. About the man I’ve become.

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ronin
[roh-nin]
noun, plural ronin, ronins. Japanese History

  1. A samurai who no longer serves a daimyo, or feudal lord; a master-less Samurai.

My name is Tread, and I’m the lead mechanic for Ronin Auto. I’m also either one of the baddest motherfuckers you’ll ever meet, or the answer to your prayers. Just depends on which way your compass is pointing. Literally.

Most motorcycle clubs give you a handle when you prospect. My MC is different. We were given our handles at birth.

Our fathers founded the club after coming home from Panama, having participated in Operation Just Cause, to one members inherited land on New Mexico’s southern border.

After seeing what the cartels were capable of in Central America, the founding members saw the opportunity to help our country while helping themselves. They sent the mules back, but kept the drugs as their prize in a sometimes lethal game of hide and seek. They charged a king’s ransom to get wanted felons safely out of the country. By the time these men started having children, there was a legacy and a duty driving them to plan ahead.

Once the next generation was old enough to enlist we were on a bus out of town. Defended our nation’s freedom with pride. We went Airborne, Air Assault, and Special Forces, earning the pins and tabs that we would wear for the rest of our lives.

When our enlistments were up, we came back to our sleepy town with knowledge, honor, and righteous indignation. Arizona and Texas had walls, surveillance, and patrols, while the vast majority of New Mexico went unguarded still.

While we risked our lives and lost brothers to protect our people, illegals were walking onto U.S. soil with guns and drugs seemingly with the United States’ blessing. One hundred and eighty miles. Seven government run surveillance towers.

Ronin has controlled the border for over twenty years.

The second generation was born to this fight.

We became a dynasty.

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Brandace and Justin Morrow have been through 10 years of the Army life, including three deployments and four children. They met in seventh grade, where they had scandalous hand-holding rendezvous in the gym before school. The courtship was brief however, only lasting a week, given his aversion to the telephone. Five years later he proposed to her on the steps of that middle school weeks before it would be demolished. Through the years, there have been laughter and tears, more time apart than together. Writing is an escape for them in an all too real world. Justin still hates the telephone.

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Cover Reveal: Sweetest Kill (Black Hearts, #4) by Michelle Congdon

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Book Title: Sweetest Kill (Black Hearts, #4)
Author: Michelle Congdon
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: July 2015
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With Caleb Spencer gone, there is only one person remaining on my list. Ryuu. And I’m coming straight for him.

But just when I thought my biggest issue was Russian mobster boss, Mikhail Sokolov, expecting me to play by his rules, life found a way to flip my entire world as I know upside down.

If I want Ryuu dead, I’ll have to move quickly, before I have time to rethink and back away. The only problem is I might very well lose the one man who has risked everything for me.

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PROLOGUE

I’m cold and drenched, but I’m not moving anywhere. The rain continues to flood down, making it hard to see through the window I’m standing in front of. A drop of water lands my eye and I blink it away in annoyance only to be hit with another droplet. No matter what, I refuse to tear my gaze away from the two figures I can see inside. It’s Ryuu and his young daughter. He’s reading her a story from a book, by the fireplace. She’s sitting on his lap, dressed in a white, frilly nightgown, smiling as she points at the pages.

My mind travels back to the years I was a small child, after Ryuu supposedly found me beaten and almost unconscious on his doorstep. He never read me stories. Not like this. He never sat me down and laughed as I pulled faces. Never brushed or played with my hair and tied it into a loose braid. No. I lived out most of my childhood in a dark room with nothing but fighting equipment. I trained day and night, six days a week, while he watched and would hit me with a thin stick every time I messed up. On the seventh day, I was allowed to rest, but would have to spend the day with my head buried inside books, after all, education was still important.

I was never his daughter, I can see that now, I was taken for one purpose, to be his ultimate weapon. He knew the moment he slaughtered my family what he wanted of me, and I fell into his sticky trap. Well, not anymore.

A movement to my left distracts me and I immediately glance in the direction. It’s one of Ryuu’s guard’s, who is not quite dead.

I’d snuck through a secret entrance, only key members of the family knew about. I was one of them. The place was heavily guarded, as I anticipated, but no one quite expected me to appear through the underground passageway. I killed all of the men, well almost.

With a tiny groan, I make my way over to the barely alive man. I drag him up by the shoulders and take hold of either side of his head. With a quick, firm flick, I snap his neck. The sound of his bone snapping brings a smile to my face.

Dropping his lifeless body, I return to the window. Ryuu and his daughter are getting to their feet. He kisses her on the forehead and I watch as she skips credulously out of the room.

I reach behind me and wrap my fingers tightly around the handle of my large dagger.

It’s time to hunt.

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Michelle Congdon resides in Sydney, Australia. She enjoys reading books of all sorts of genres, watching way too many movies and TV shows (and Disney cartoons), singing out aloud to her favourite tunes, and going on adventures involving food and travel. Michelle is loud, talks a lot and shares an ever-growing list of book husbands with a friend. She has an overactive imagination, and has tried to put it to good use by sharing stories with anyone willing to listen.

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Release Day Blitz: Maid for the Rock Star by Demelza Carlton

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Book Title: Maid for the Rock Star
Author: Demelza Carlton
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 3, 2015
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A maid at the exclusive Romance Island Resort, Audra knows how to handle rock stars, billionaires and celebrities. She keeps their secrets, cleans up their mess and makes sure their holiday is a memorable one. There’s just one rule: no relationships with guests.

And Audra never breaks the rules.

Jay Felix is rock royalty and he knows it. When one of his bandmates threatens to break up the band, he goes into hiding at the Romance Island Resort. Looking for a distraction, he sets his sights on the unattainable Audra. But what’s a rock star to do when the girl he wants is the one woman he can’t have?

Welcome to paradise, where the romance is as hot as the weather and the tides aren’t the only thing surging under the surface.

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She reached the door and paused to take a deep breath. Patience, calm and don’t kill the VIP, she told herself. Then she rapped on the frosted glass door. “Maid service, Mr Felix.”

“It’s open.”

It wasn’t, so she swiped her wristband, waiting for the intercom to beep as it had earlier.

The door hissed open. Audra swallowed her surprise and strode inside. She should be used to automatic doors by now.

“In here.”

Audra followed the sound of his voice to the theatre room, where he lay sprawled across the modular sofa in his black boxer briefs and nothing else. He reached down to scratch his sizeable, cotton-clad bulge.

Clearing her throat, Audra began, “Reception said you were having trouble with the TV?” She crossed the floor so she could focus on the screen and not the chiselled man tempting her like a bar of the best chocolate. The dickhead had a body that rivalled Serge’s. Speaking of Serge… “If you like, I’ll arrange to get a repair crew from Engineering out here. I could arrange some other activity for you in the meantime. Perhaps book you a session with the personal trainer in the gym…” She squinted at the screen. The picture seemed to be just fine, if a bit blurred. It took her a moment to realise what she was seeing projected across the wall. Then she didn’t know where to look. “I take it you don’t want to watch the adult movie channel?” Audra enquired, trying to keep a straight face. She’d heard every excuse in the book for why hotel guests had accidentally accessed the channel. She wondered if he’d have a new one.

Jay laughed. “Babe, I’m a rock star. Porn goes with the territory. I don’t usually watch it alone, is all.”

“Ah.” She really didn’t know what to say. Had he called her to come and watch adult movies with him? She heartily hoped that wasn’t included in her job description.

“Nah, it’s this awesome blowjob the chick did. Here, check it out.” To Audra’s horror, he flipped the movie back to a different scene and made it play. Her mouth dropped open as she watched the male porn star’s genitals disappear down his co-star’s throat, while he grinned beneath his moustache and made a lot of noise to express his evident pleasure. An excruciatingly long moment later, Jay paused the film on an extreme close-up of the action. “There. Can you do that?”

“No.” In fact, Audra didn’t think any normal woman could.

“Aw, c’mon, babe. For me. Give it a shot.” His boxer briefs landed on the floor beside her foot.

Audra took a deep breath, forcing her eyes to face forward and under no circumstances glance at the hot, naked rock star on the couch behind her. If she did, she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him.

“Mr Felix.”

“Babe, once you’ve sucked my ****, you can call me Jay.”

Thank you, coarse-tongued creep for breaking the spell. Two more deep breaths and she managed to find the strength to refuse. “Mr Felix, I think you’ve confused maid service with the services of a prostitute. My job description doesn’t include sexual favours. I can contact Reception and ask them to arrange transport for you to the brothel in town, where you can – “

“Babe, I’m a ****** rock star. I don’t need to pay for sex. I have chicks lining up to suck my dick. *****, they’d pay me for it.”

Reluctantly, Audra turned to face the arrogant prick. She held his gaze, not trusting herself to look anywhere else. “Please don’t swear at me, Mr Felix. And I hate to tell you this, but there isn’t anyone waiting outside. Perhaps your adoring fans aren’t aware that you’re here. If there were such a queue, I’d be able to escort the first lady in line inside to see to your…needs.” She heard the distaste in her voice and changed the subject. “So can I report to Reception that your TV is now working fine and get back to my other duties?”

His eyebrows scrunched up so they almost met across his red nose. In fact, his whole face had turned red. “I just want you to suck my dick while I watch porn. What do I have to do to get a blowjob?”

“I don’t know, Mr Felix. All I do know is that it’s not my job. Perhaps I can ask Reception to call the brothel to send an expert over?”

“I don’t need to pay for sex!” he bellowed. “Is that what you’re after? Money? Fine. How much does it take for a man to get a blowjob from you?” He reached for his wallet and pulled out a wad of bills.

“I’m sorry, Mr Felix.” She wasn’t, but it sounded civil to say so. “It would take flying pigs, a cold day in hell and the sun to rise in the west, and I still wouldn’t do it. Because I’d lose my job.” She forced herself to smile. “I hope you have a pleasant evening.” Audra turned her back and strode toward the front door. How fate could grant an arsehole like him a body so perfect…nothing in life was fair.

“You expect me to deal with this hard-on by myself?” His voice shifted up an octave.

Audra thought she heard a note of desperation. Good. Maybe it was time life evened up the score a bit. For all the nights she’d lusted after him and never been properly satisfied.

“You have two hands, Mr Felix. I understand that’s all a lonely single man needs.” She clamped her lips together and forced herself to remain calm until the door closed behind her. She blinked in the late afternoon sunlight, feeling like she’d been inside a surreal film and the real world was definitely a relief. Sunset tinted the path as she followed the yellow brick road away from the rock star the newspapers called the Wizard of Aus.

Once she’d rounded the corner and Villa Maxima vanished from sight, she broke into a sprint for the main building. She had to get to Dennis before the dickhead called security to get her fired. Or before she turned around and did something she’d really regret.

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Demelza Carlton has always loved the ocean, but on her first snorkelling trip she found she was afraid of fish.

She has since swum with sea lions, sharks and sea cucumbers and stood on spray-drenched cliffs over a seething sea as a seven-metre cyclonic swell surged in, shattering a shipwreck below.

Sensationalist spin? No – Demelza tends to take a camera with her so she can capture and share the moment later; shipwrecks, sharks and all.

Demelza now lives in Perth, Western Australia, the shark attack capital of the world.

The Ocean’s Gift series was her first foray into fiction, followed by the Nightmares trilogy. She swears the Mel Goes to Hell series ambushed her on a crowded train and wouldn’t leave her alone.

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Cover Reveal: Destined Heart by Anne Steward & Stephanie Nash #giveaway

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Author: Anne Steward & Stephanie Nash
Genre: Romance
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Through lies, deceit, and heartache, Elyssa Hart and Alexander James have come out on the other side together and ready to start a new life. With a baby on the way, both Elyssa and Alex struggle to figure out where to begin. When a course of events test their strength, resolve, and fate, Elyssa and Alex must figure out a way to keep their family together.

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“Mr. James?” Shit, I didn’t hear a damn thing she said.

“Yes?” I rest my steepled fingers against my lips, looking all around her demure office instead of at the therapist’s inquisitive eyes.

She sits there in her red velvet kings chair, sipping on her hot drink, already judging me as she repeats herself. “What do you want from these sessions?”

I huff, “What do your patients normally say?” I don’t let her respond; instead I jump on my high horse and continue. “Wait, let me guess…they want to love themselves, find love, build self-confidence, make difficult decisions, stop their intimacy issues.” The therapist’s brows perk at my brash words. I lean forward, making sure she understands exactly what I think about these sessions.

“I know who I am. I’ve worked hard to build myself up from the shit of a childhood I had. I’m intelligent. I’ve had tons of women and have finally found the love of my life. I’m the Vice President of a Fortune 500 company and if Elyssa hasn’t already told you, we definitely don’t have intimacy issues. So you tell me, what could I possibly get from these sessions?” I lean back, attempting to relax when all I want to do is leave here and bury myself so deep inside Elyssa that she’ll apologize and realize the hell she put me through. I know, I know, not rational seeing as she technically didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the one that stormed out of there without further explanation. But, I’m not going to justify my anger. It was rational at the time. At least it was in my head.

She thought therapy was the solution to our problems. I thought, as we progress as a couple, she’d realize there’s nothing wrong with the way we love each other. It’s not us…it’s them. All of our problems stem from the fucked up world around us.

But unfortunately that’s just not my luck.

“Well, you mentioned your childhood. Let’s start there.” I’m pretty sure she just ignored my entire rant and honed in with her therapist-devil-winged ears on what peaked her interest.

Might as well get this over with. The sooner I get home, the sooner I can forget this day ever happened. “What do you want to know?”

Almost instantly, she asks, “What were you parents like?”

Remembering how true my next statement is, I smile. “My mother was an honest-to-God angel. She stuck around with my asshole of a father to take care of me. Died on me. Left me with my grandmother. What else is there to tell?”

Writing something in her notebook, she looks up before asking me about my father. “Why don’t you tell me more about your dad?”

“Honestly, there’s not much to tell. He was a drunk. He beat and abused my mother in more ways than I care to discuss. He introduced me to experiences that no child should know at such a young age.” I shrug my shoulders. “He’s dead to me. Has been for a long time.”

“He only abused your mother?” More writing…more judging.

“What do you want me to say? I have daddy issues? Yes, he was abusive. If you ask him, he’d tell you that he made me the man I am today. He’s been looking for that pat on the back for quite some time. I haven’t had it in me to give it. I’m sure you can understand why.”

“Are you always this callous or just when talking about your dad?”

I don’t even flinch. She’s right. “What can I say…he brings out the best in me.”

“I’m going to assume you’re being sarcastic?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did the mocking tone not give it away?”

Obviously used to dealing with assholes like me, she maintains the same line of questioning. “So tell me…what actually brings out the best in you?”

“Elyssa.” Undoubtedly.

Without skipping a beat, “What is it about her that makes you better?”

That’s easy. “I want to give her the world. She makes me want more. I love that with a simple smile, she wipes away every horrible moment of my life. Creating a family with her wasn’t something I ever thought I’d want, but since she’s been in my life, everything’s changed. The memories we’re building,” I pause and smile. Even after everything we’ve gone through, I wouldn’t change a thing. “She’s the antidote to my life.”

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Co-Author Stephanie Nash is originally from Post Falls, Idaho and is thankful for the peaceful surroundings which gave her stability and sense of direction. Currently residing in North Las Vegas, Stephanie has gotten to experience a life outside of the beautiful Northwest and was given the opportunity to live a life far beyond her expectations. After spending five years as an undergraduate, ending up at UNLV, she decided to take a chance at love and passion and quickly became immersed with her true passions: Writing, Reading and her loving boyfriend of ten years.

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Co-Author Ann Stewart currently lives in Las Vegas with her husband and children. Originally from California, Ann relocated to Las Vegas at a young age and has grown to love the valley since. You can usually find her at work, at school, or hiding somewhere completely immersed in a book. It’s the love of stories that has driven her towards her passion of writing and it’s her dream to share those stories with the world.

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