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Cover Re-Reveal: Drown by Jennifer Rae Gravely...

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Title: Drown 

Author: Jennifer Rae Gravely

Series: Orders of the Sky #1 

Genre: New Adult Cover 


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  Booze. Brawls. Betrayal. The summer of 1988 changed everything. My parents separated, I left for college, and Stone Harrison lit my world like Apollo streaking across the sky. My obsession and desire for him overpowered all my sense and drained my sensibility as I fought to maintain control over my own destiny. Four years spent in pursuit of degrees and one certain soldier altered my future forever. Can I be the person I am destined to be with him or does a compromise of my soul spoil the perfect ending?


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 "Come with me." I grabbed Stone's hand and led him from the table, through the den, and up the stairs to my bedroom. I closed the door behind us. "Ta-da." I flourished my arms wide. "Welcome to my room."   "Nice. You've never shown me your room before. Anything else you want to unveil?" Mischief flashed behind his eyes.   "Maybe," I teased, touching his arm, "but first…" I skipped to the closet and lifted a box from the top shelf. "Your Christmas present. See, I didn't forget you." I carried the box to the edge of the bed.   "I could never forget you." He reached out and put both hands around my waist, pinning me to his body.   My knees made like a hot knife through butter—I melted at his touch. My arms went around his neck as his lips consumed mine. Fire jumped from his hands as they slid up to my breasts. Fighting the undeniable undulation of the tide, I pulled away and murmured, "I have to tell you something."   "I don't want to know." His lips found my neck.   "But—"   "Stop talking." He lifted me in his arms and laid me on the bed. The box fell to the floor. "Oh, Andie—I've wanted you so much." Skillfully, he began to unbutton my blouse. His powerful hands gripped my shoulders; his soft lips pressed against my skin. The blouse slid to the floor.   "I want you too." I responded, my hands groping for his belt.   "Do you?" His kisses ceased and he jerked away. He stared at the nightstand. "Do you," he repeated, "or do you want him?" He picked up the framed picture of Travis—arms encircling my waist, Christmas tree behind us in the background. The glass shattered as he threw it to the floor.

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Author Bio

Jennifer Rae Gravely

Sweet. Sassy. Southern. Born in Ohio but raised in Pickens, SC, Jennifer Rae Gravely graduated from Converse College with a triple major in History, Politics, and English before earning a master's degree in education. Returning to her high school alma mater to teach English and coach volleyball, Gravely's teams won five state championships and seven upper state titles in eleven years. Moreover, the SCACA named her coach of the year for the 2013 season. Jennifer writes about the fictional Southern town of Keowee. The Astraea Press novels, Knight of the Dead and Set to Love, in addition to the short story, "Love and Diamonds," deal with present day Keowee and are contemporary romances. The edgier Drown, published by Blue Tulip Publishing, takes place in the eighties and nineties and is best classified as new adult fiction. She lives with her husband, daughter, seven beagles, and three cats. Jennifer loves to talk beagles, balls, and books!

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Taming The Wicked Wulfe by Tammy Jo Burns...

Taming the Wicked Wulfe by Tammy Jo Burns
  Publication Date: July 14, 2014 
  Genres: Historical, Regency, Romance

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Rebekah is forced into a proxy marriage to a man she despises for the sake of her orphaned niece and nephew. Her new husband, Thorn Wulfe, holds the key to all the secrets of her long-buried past. Thorn, considered the Wicked Wulfe by many of the ton, operates one of London’s most notorious gaming hells, the Lady Luck. When his brother is killed, he finds his life turned upside down with a wife he does not want, and two children to care for. When old secrets come to light and enemies make themselves known, Rebekah and Wulfe are going to have to decide what is more important...the past, the present, or the future? Will they be able to learn to trust and love one another along the way? Or will their secrets keep them apart forever?

April 1811... 

“Theodore Wulfe, I will not do it! I don’t care that you are a bloody duke! Nothing you can say could make me ever want to tie myself to that man. I cannot believe you even have the nerve to ask such a question of me,” Rebekah stormed to the window and looked through it, unseeing. “Rebekah,” the man behind her said in a gentle tone, much like one would use when attempting to calm a wild horse. “Do you see those children out there?” “Yes,” she whispered, letting her forehead fall against the glass, welcoming the coolness. She knew what he would say next, and Lord help her, she could not hate him as much as she wanted to. 
“They are my life. They are the best of both Sarah and me, as you well know. You have helped care for them since they entered this world. Do you want them sent to an orphanage? Hell, Rebekah, do you want them sent to Sarah’s parents? Do you want them deciding the future of this dukedom?” the Duke of Wulfcrest queried. “No!” Rebekah exclaimed, horrified, looking at him over her shoulder. She turned back to watch the two little ragamuffins that played outside with their matching Wolf Hounds, Piddles and Smelly. Smiling, she remembered how she had tried to coax the children into naming them something else, but they were as stubborn as their mother which explained why their names made vague references to bodily functions beyond a young pup’s control. Sarah’s parents would never allow the children to have pets of any kind, let alone the menagerie they seemed to keep. No, two four-year-olds deserved to be allowed to play and be rambunctious, not locked away in a living tomb. “Sarah loved you. I love you. We could not ask for a better adoptive mother for our twins,” he broke off into a coughing fit. Rebekah tried to tune out the coughing, but found she could not. She could no longer deny that he continued to get worse. She also knew that if she turned around, the handkerchief he used would have flecks of red on it. She wanted to rage at Heaven about the unfairness of the situation. These two precious children would be orphans in a matter of months. Teddy and Sarah were wonderful people who did not deserve to be taken so young. Especially when his rotten, good for nothing brother still drew breath. A man who could not be bothered to attend his sister-in-law’s funeral. A man who had not shown his face around Wulfcrest Manor in years. A man who if she saw him, there had better not be a loaded gun nearby. A man that Teddy wanted to tie her to for the rest of her life. “Teddy, I have a wonderful idea,” her face lit up as she turned to look at him. Once more composed, he looked at her expectantly. “Why don’t you and I marry? It would be a marriage of convenience. I could care for you. Why are you shaking your head no?” “I will be taking myself off to London at the end of this week. I don’t want the children to see me decline. It will not be pretty and if I can spare them, I will. That was one blessing in regards to Sarah’s accident, she did not linger. And besides, if I know my in-laws, they will fightyou for the twins regardless. Knowing that Zachary will rule a dukedom, Hezekiah will want to have him close so that he can attempt to turn him into a pious monster. No, Rebekah, you need Thorn’s strength to help you. The two of you will have to provide a united front to fight the Reverend and his wife.” That is going to be most difficult when I want to kill him myself.” “Rebekah, I have told you on many occasions that he has excellent reasons for everything you accuse him of,” Teddy sounded as if he were attempting to patiently talk to a small child. “So you say. I still reserve the right to despise him. Even now, he needs to be here and where is he? Or should I say whose bed is he in? He is single-handedly destroying your family name, and all you do is make excuses for him. It sickens me.” She turned once more to stare out the window. The children were playing tag with the dogs. Squeals, laughter, and barks filtered into the room. “On this we will just have to agree to disagree.” “Teddy, he runs one of London’s most notorious gaming hells! How can you excuse that?” “I have said all that I will say on the matter.” “Oh,” she growled, “Sarah said you could be stubborn when you set your mind to something.” “And I have set my mind to this. Need I remind you what Sarah said when I held her in my arms as she took her last breaths?” “No,” she bit out, tightening her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms. She refused to give in to any more tears. It had been two years since they buried her sister, and best friend, but some days it felt like only yesterday. “She wanted you to be happy.” “And marrying your wastrel brother is the solution?” she asked incredulously, spinning around to face him once more. “Regardless of what you think, family is very important to Thorn. He loved Sarah like a sister for most of his life. He loves his niece and nephew. He tolerates you,” he tried to tease. “I loathe him.” “What really happened between you two?” “I have no idea what you are talking about,” she huffed and moved across the room. “Sarah always suspected there was more between the two of you than you let on, but she said you remained tight-lipped about it.” “It was none of her business and now it is none of yours.” “Fine.” He held up his hands knowing he would not get anywhere further on that front. He started to say something but another fit of coughing overcame him. This time it lasted longer than before and had him doubling over until Rebekah could assist him to a chair. Once seated, she quickly got him something to drink. She made to stand up when he grasped her wrist. She could not help but notice that his grip had weakened over the weeks. Kneeling beside him, she looked up at him and saw the desperation in his eyes. “Please, Rebekah.” Those two words were like a death knell sounding over the valley. Suddenly she felt as if someone had put the last nail in her coffin and she could not take in enough air. “Do what you must,” she said, rising to her feet. “Thank you. You don’t know how this eases my mind.” He took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m going outside with the children,” she said, slipping out of his grasp, and escaping from the room. Once she reached the coolness of the darkened hallway, she came to a stop. “Bloody hell and damnation,” she muttered, nerves and anger jockeying for first place position inside her. “This will never work. I’ll kill him first.” She pushed away from the wall and made her way outside. The spring sunshine felt wonderful on her face, a light breeze blew, lifting the tendrils of hair off her neck. 


Two hours later Rebekah sat at the dining table with Teddy, the twins, and the vicar and his wife. They had been allowed to join the adults on what Teddy considered a special occasion. She reached for her glass of wine and paused as the ring on her left finger sparkled in the candlelight. It felt heavy on her hand, reminding her of all that had transpired today. She felt relief that Teddy had had the foresight not to put on her hand the ring that Sarah had worn. If he had done that, she would have been unable to hold back the tears that she currently fought. Instead, her husband’s signet ring encircled her finger. Ignoring it, she took her glass and drank deeply. Her life would never be the same. “Lady Wulfe, are you all right?” The vicar asked at her elbow. “Yes, I’m sorry, Vicar. It isn’t every day that a woman finds herself married, is it?” “No, it isn’t. I just wish your young man could have been here.” “Yes,” she murmured before taking another deep drink. “You will be the envy of all the women,” the vicar’s wife, Mrs. Young, said. “Wulfe is such a handsome man, and there is such mystery surrounding him.” “Mystery,” Rebekah huffed before taking another drink, only to find her glass empty. She caught the eye of a footman who quickly refilled it. She let the conversation flow around her, not contributing overly to it. The wine continued to flow and before she knew it, the vicar and his wife were leaving. “You are going to have a hell of a headache in the morning, Bekah,” Teddy said as he helped her up the stairs. “That is Lady Wulfe to you,” she slurred and stumbled up two stairs before standing upright with the help of Wulfecrest and the bannister. “Not even a proper wedding night, but there was that one night.” “What night? What are you talking about?” “I don’t kiss and tell, Teddy,” she waggled her finger at him in mock reprimand. “Perhaps I should break the news of this marriage to my brother in person,” Teddy said. “He doesn’t know?” Rebekah giggled uncontrollably. “That’s rich!” She continued giggling. “I’m married to a man who doesn’t know he’s married. He’s going to murder us both when he finds out,” she singsonged. “He will not. How many glasses of wine did you have?” Teddy demanded. “I lost count. Why is the room spinning?” She asked curiously as they entered her bedchamber. “Just climb up on your bed,” Teddy instructed. “Wanted a marriage like you and Sarah. So happy. But now I’m stuck with Thorn. Will always have a thorn in my side,” she giggled and flopped back on the bed. Soon she slept the sleep of the truly inebriated. “You, dear sister, are going to have a terrible headache in the morning,” he told the inert form sprawled across the bed. He looked around the room and spied a shawl draped over a chair. He grabbed it and covered her with it rather than fighting with the bedcovers. “Thank you for all you have sacrificed for my children,” he whispered and brushed a kiss across her forehead. “Thorn, kiss me again,” she mumbled. “What secrets are you carrying?” he asked the sleeping woman. 


June 1811 

“Good afternoon, Director,” Thorn Wulfe greeted Mack in the obscure coffee house. He had made sure no one followed him. Very rarely did he get summoned to meet the Director, and he wondered what could cause the man to risk their connection being made public. “Wulfe, have a seat,” Mack nodded at the waiter, and the man brought over two cups. “I have some news to share with you.” “Will it help with Glandingham? I swear that man is as slippery as an eel.”  “No, this is of a more personal nature.” “What is it?” Wulfe asked, noting the solemn tone that had entered the man’s voice. “There is no easy way to say this. Your brother was in London to see you. We were on our way to the Lady Luck and someone took a shot at me. Your brother saved my life.” “Where is he?” “He didn’t make it. He told me he was dying and had some things he needed to tell you. He went very quickly.” “Teddy’s dead?” “I’m sorry.” “Where?” “A few blocks from the Horseguards. I believe it was an assassination attempt on me.” “I see.” “Take a drink of your coffee. I had them put something a bit stronger in it.” Wulfe mechanically took a drink of the coffee, welcoming the whisky he could taste in it. He just as quickly put the cup down. “The twins. I have to get to the twins. Sarah’s parents will be like vultures,” he knew he was rambling, but could not stop. “The children are being well cared for at the moment by your wife.” In the process of standing, Wulfe paused, hands braced on the table and looked at McKenzie. “I’m sorry, Director, but I don’t think I heard you correctly. Did you say they were being looked after by my wife? And before you answer, please remember that I am very much single and have a beautiful mistress that is very demanding of my attention.” “The children are being cared for by your wife,” Mack repeated. “And just who the hell is this wife?” “Your brother said the name ‘Bekah’.” 
“Bloody hell! How in the hell am I married to that waspish woman when I am in London and she is at Wulfecrest Manor?” “Proxy marriage.” Wulfe dropped back on the chair. He would have had to sign some sort of papers, wouldn’t he? Then he remembered a night several years ago when he had not been thinking clearly. A night that had changed the lives of several people. Barkley, his valet had presented papers for him to sign and passed them off as “estate business”. Bloody hell, he had signed his life over to a fishwife. Never again would he sign something without reading it thoroughly. “Damn, damn, damn,” he muttered before pounding his fist on the table. His head began to pound.

From a young age I could always be found carrying around books to read while watching my grandmother's soap operas with her. I read anything and everything I could get my hands on and even made up skits and stories for my friends and me to act out. Once I outgrew the children's and YA books, my mom introduced me to an entirely new world - contemporary romance. Upon discovering I had a love for history I began devouring historical romances. One day, sitting in a college British History class, something the professor said made me think, I wonder. I quickly called mom (also a writer) and ran the idea by her. After being told, "Of course you can do it, you're my daughter," the rest, as they say, is history. I currently share my love of reading with the next generation as a high school librarian, and share my personal life with my demanding dog trapped in a cat's body, Ajax.

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Cover Reveal: Dom, A Man Apart by Ethan Radcliff...

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Title: Dom, a man apart
Author: Ethan Radcliff
Estimated Release Date: Oct 8, 2014
Published by: Bitten Press, LLC
Genre: BDSM Erotica

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In the world of pain and pleasure, Charles Damien Macavoy reigned. He was a man apart, one who require more than most. He was a Master of BDSM. He’d been asked by another Dom and good friend to train the Dom’s current sub and love interest. Charles had trained many, but found himself attracted to his new trainee.
He was aware the fascination would wear off, it always did, and he’d returned the trainee to her Master willing and ready to submit. Lurking in the shadows of a world few are accustomed to is evil. Sometimes a thing of beauty has hidden thorns. Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted.

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“You’re smiling rather devilishly at me Sir,” Samantha whispered. “Am I?” he answered back waiting to see her response. “Yes I can just imagine what’s going through your mind with tonight looming before us.” Her smile was slightly crooked but very sexy. He was enjoying their little repartee. “What’s going through my mind Samantha is seeing you knelt down before me with your lips around the shaft of my cock.” He watched her blush and was amused that she could be embarrassed so quickly. Or was that heat that flushed her cheeks. “Sir, you’re getting me wet.”
✦✦About Ethan Radcliff✦✦
I've been writing since I was a kid. I love creating and tried my hand at art, not bad but not good enough. A guy's gotta eat. Through high school I wrote erotic stories, kept them in a notebook, let a few of my girlfriends read them. Yeah, played football, baseball, but my brain never stopped thinking of sex. I guess we think about it all the time. Been on face book for a while never did anything interesting when I was on until I started to see all the writers and then some poets posting their erotic prose. Men who were writing erotic romance and stories, I knew it was my time to get out the old note book and throw on some poems. Some are old and some are new, the ones about BDSM are newer. In high school or college I wasn't on that train of thought. I see a picture it sets me off. I see an attractive women it sets me off. The jiggle of a full ass or heavy breasts, get me going. Yeah, my mind is always on a beautiful face or body.

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Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Beyond Fate by Amalia Dillin...

The highly anticipated conclusion to the “Fate of the Gods” trilogy 
Publication Date: September 16 
Contemporary Fantasy / Norse Mythology
$16.95 trade paperback, 425 pages • $6.99 ebook
ISBN: 978-0692278833

Praise for “Fate of the Gods”:

“You won’t be able to deny that Miss Dillin is a genius ... This story was absolutely amazing. It’s like nothing I’ve read before ... a complete game changer.”

“An amazing fantasy world which succeeds in cleverly incorporating history, mythology and biblical figures. The seamless integration of Norse and Greek gods was inspired and I can’t wait to see where this series heads next.”

"Eve is my absolute favorite kind of character. I would absolute recommend reading the entire [Fate of the Gods] series. I can't wait to read more by Amalia Dillin. Definitely worth the read!"

“One of the more fascinating and haunting books I’ve read in quite some time.”

“A beautiful, sweeping story that puts on display the power of every interpretation of love, and the truth of what can be accomplished when people choose peace over strife. I couldn’t put it out of my mind for days.”

The epic conclusion to the Fate of the Gods trilogy. When Adam left Eve, abandoning his wife and their newborn daughter Elah, he thought he was saving the world. But he hadn't counted on the influence of Michael, twisting Elah's love for her parents into paranoia, or the slow, leaching death of the world she rules. How could he have known the blame for the world turning barren would fall on Eve?
Eve only had two years to teach her daughter love, to cement Elah's sense of morality and ensure the safety of all Creation. Even with the help of Raphael, Elah is becoming her father's daughter, a master manipulator, and she's determined to have her way, even if it means betraying her own mother's trust.

With Loki and the Aesir gone, Thor thinks he’s protected Eve from the ravages of Ragnarok, but there are forces in play even the gods can’t see. When Thor arrives in Eve's next life, offering her everything she ever wanted from Adam, and more — eternity without death or rebirth, and the freedom to live outside of her daughter's reach — Eve is more than tempted. Being part of the world has grown physically painful. If she can escape to Asgard, maybe she can live again. Maybe she can love again.

But can the world survive with only Adam to protect it?

I began as a Biology major before taking Latin and falling in love with old heroes and older gods. After that, I couldn't stop writing about them, with the occasional break for more contemporary subjects. I live in upstate New York with my husband, and dream of the day when we will own goats--to pull my chariot through the sky, of course.
I'm kind of obsessed with mythology, history, animal behavior, and comic books. I love exploring how story becomes history becomes myth, and often wonder what future generations are going to make of the most famous of our modern literary heroes. Will they one day look back and wonder if we worshipped at the altar of Superman? How many years until Sherlock Holmes is rooted firmly into the realm of living historical person and people start claiming him as an ancestor? Or, has the digital revolution and the dawn of the internet interrupted the natural evolution of story into memory into fact into truth? We, and the people who came before us, have such a complex relationship to our myths. They are both living and dead, growing and unchanged, history and fiction.

I try to always keep in mind that once, however long ago, or maybe even just yesterday, somewhere and somewhen, people believed mythology was truth. It's only fair, after all.

I also occasionally contribute to the website GeekaChicas. Pretty much covering the same kinds of topics.

It's also entirely possible that you might be interested in scoping out my alter-ego, that other Amalia who writes historical fiction!


The door quirked, and Eve looked up, her eyes narrowing. The panel flashed green, and hissed open. Adam grinned at her from the other side, as if it were some delightful magic trick.“I wonder if this means you could launch nuclear missiles from the North Country,” hesaid. “How sensitive do you suppose these metrics are?”  “Manners still apply whether you’re the president or a dictator. You can’t just invite yourself into my room any time you want.” She grabbed the books she needed, sliding them into the bag at her hip. And then the apple, too. “I’m on my way out, so whatever it is, you’ll have to wait." “Class, Evey? Really?” He leaned against the door frame, blocking her exit. “At a time like this?” “Why are you still here?” she demanded. “Don’t you have a country to run?” He crossed his arms, something in his expression softening. “Sharp-tongued this morning, aren’t we?” “You just broke into my dorm room,” she said. “And now you’re going to try to tell me that I’m the one with the problem?” “You are the one with the problem,” he said gently, stepping inside and letting the door whoosh shut behind him. “This isn’t you, Evey. Even when you were married to Garrit you weren’t this... prickly.” She stiffened. Marcus’ word from Adam’s mouth. “If I am behaving that way toward you, I think I have plenty of reasons.” He held up both hands, palm out. “I’m sorry. That isn’t why I’m here. And you’re right, it was rude of me to walk in this way but I didn’t think you’d speak to me if I announced myself, and the longer I loiter around, the more likely someone will notice I’ve come. You don’t know how difficult it is for me to get this kind of privacy.” “Oh you poor thing,” she snapped. “Made yourself a king and now you don’t get any time to yourself.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Evey, I’m trying to save the world. I think I should get a pass on the rise to power.” “It isn’t mutually exclusive, Adam. You want the world for yourself, and it isn’t any good to you if it’s dead. So fine. You have it, you’re doing what you can to keep it. It doesn’t make you noble or good, or even responsible.” “I didn’t do any of this because I wanted the world to myself,” he said, the words ground between his teeth. “I did it for the people who were starving. I did it to stop all the unnecessary suffering caused by greed. I did it for you!” Eve flushed, looking away. What could she say to that? What did he expect her to say to that?  “I told myself for so long it had nothing to do with you.” Adam barked a laugh and dropped into her sofa. “It didn’t make it any truer. And now you’re just,” he waved a hand vaguely. “It breaks my heart, Evey. Knowing what you used to be, what you were. Thor must realize it, too. After all this time, he finally gets to have you, and you’re not even...” She swallowed, not sure she wanted to hear this. Any of it. “Even what?” He looked up at her, pity in his eyes. “It’s like you’ve forgotten what love is. You make all the right gestures with Thor, but there’s nothing there. No emotion behind it, outside of some kind of relief.” “That isn’t – ” Eve shook her head, stepping back. Adam of all people to say such a thing. To tell her she didn’t know how to love. Didn’t he understand? Didn’t he realize that he’d done this? He’d made her this way. Leaving her. Abandoning her. And then the isolation that had followed. If anyone didn’t know love, it was  him. It was always him.  “You should go,” she said. “Evey, don’t be like this.” Adam was on his feet, one hand outstretched. But she had to be. This was who she was. This was all she was. And he’d made her this way. He’d changed her. That was what Thor had said, wasn’t it? Adam had changed her, and ifshe was going to change back, if she was going to be anything, it couldn’t be here. Not near him.  Not part of this world he’d built with Elah after she’d worked so hard to make it possible. To make Elah a force for good. To teach her love. She’d given everything she had to their daughter, and it wasn’t enough. After all that she’d done, everything she’d given up, Elah was willing to kill them both for more. She didn’t want this. To be this person. Not anymore. “I’m going to class, Adam,” she said firmly. “And when I get back, you’re going to be gone.” “Evey, please. I’m not trying to hurt you. I want your help. That’s why I came. I want you to help me, in the North Country – ” “No.” Eve touched the door release, not looking back. If she looked back, she’d see how much this hurt him. How much she’d hurt him, and she’d hesitate. He’d sink his claws into her, and she’d never be free. “I don’t ever want to see you again.” And then she left. To prove Adam wrong. To take back her life.

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