Sunday, August 31, 2014

Review | Hidden by P.C. Cast & Kristin Cast @ChickenFrances

Title:  Hidden
Series:  House of Night: Book 10
Author:  P.C. Cast & Kristin Cast
Published:  October 2011
Genre:  Paranormal Romantic, YA Fantasy

BLURB

In the must-read tenth installment of the #1 New York Times bestselling vampyre series by PC and Kristin Cast, Darkness won’t stay hidden for long… “Move over Stephenie Meyer.” –People

The House of Night series is an international phenomenon, reaching #1 on U.S., German, and UK bestseller lists, and remaining a fixture on the New York Times Children’s Series bestseller list for more than 140 weeks and counting. With nearly 12 million copies in print, rights sold in thirty-eight countries to date, and relatable, addictive characters, this series is unstoppable. Now in Hidden, the tenth installment of the series, the stakes are higher than ever before.

Neferet’s true nature has been revealed to the Vampyre High Council, so Zoey and the gang might finally get some help in defending themselves and their beloved school against a gathering evil that grows stronger every day. And they’ll need it, because Neferet’s not going down without a fight. Chaos reigns at the House of Night.

(Recommended for readers age 13 and older)

REVIEW

There's nothing better than a series that keeps you on your toes.  This installment in the HON Series is no different.  I blew through it in no time and loved every minute of it. 

When Neferet seems to have lost everything, she takes matters into her own hands.  Zoey and her friends are in a bind and must get help from even those the don't trust.  There's only so much Zoey can take and the Seer Stone is becoming a pain.  Seeking the truth yet not knowing who to turn to when she believes she sees her ex-boyfriend from HS, it's all Zoey can take when it comes to the men in her life.  While her heart wants to believe one thing her head is telling her it cannot be real.

There's a light at the end of the tunnel for everyone and Neferet had it coming when she kidnapped someone beloved by all of Zoey's friends.  It's one thing to take away a family member that's already blew you off, it's quite another to threaten someone as close to Zoey as her grandma.

Absolutely loved this installment to the series!  Moving on to Neferet's Curse.


Previously Reviewed House of Night Series
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
P.C. Cast was born in Watseka, Illinois, and grew up being shuttled back-and-forth between Illinois and Oklahoma, which is where she fell in love with Quarter Horses and mythology (at about the same time). After high school she joined the United States Air Force and began public speaking and writing. Since her tour in the USAF, she has been speaking and teaching professionally.

Ms. Cast is an award winning fantasy and paranormal romance author. Her novels have been awarded the prestigious: Prism, Holt Medallion, Daphne du Maurier, Booksellers' Best, and the Laurel Wreath.

Ms. Cast writes the popular Goddess Summoning Series for Berkley Publishing. The forth book in the series, GODDESS OF THE ROSE, A Retelling of Beauty and the Beast, is a Feburary 2006 release.

In December 2004, LUNA (Harlequin's single title fantasy imprint for women) released ELPHAME'S CHOICE, the first of five epic fantasy novels set in the world of Cast's popular first book, GODDESS BY MISTAKE. BRIGHID'S QUEST was her December 2005 release, with two more installments in the world of Partholon scheduled for release in 2006 - including a special LUNA edition of GODDESS BY MISTAKE, under the new title DIVINE BY MISTAKE, and it's never before published sequel, DIVINE BY CHOICE, which will be available December 2006.

KRISTIN CAST has won awards for her poetry and journalism. She lives in Oklahoma, where she attends college.





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Spotlight on Victory Run: Collected Victory Run 1,2,3 (The Story of Victory Payne) by Devon Hartford

Spotlight on

Victory RUN

Collected Victory RUN 1, 2, 3 

(The Story of Victory Payne)

by Devon Hartford 



https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22931514-victory-run?ac=1



There’s only one rule in Rock & Roll: Don’t sleep with anyone in the band.

Victory Payne is the hottest lead guitar player on the night club scene of Hollywood’s infamous Sunset Strip. With nothing but her car and her guitar, she’s ready to claw her way to success. Victory never gives up.

Then she breaks rock’s cardinal rule. She falls in love with her lead singer, the gorgeous and brooding Scott Walker. That is mistake number one.

Mistake number two is a roadblock named Kellan Burns. Kellan is primed to claim the title of hottest lead guitar player in Los Angeles with his rugged good looks and his own guitar slung as low as his tight jeans. Kellan isn’t the kind of guy to let some upstart babe with a six string stand in his way.

Victory Payne, meet Kellan Burns.
BOOM.
Ladies, you will need a fire extinguisher for this one.

From Victory Run Book #1

 The world famous rock club The Cobra Lounge is located at the heart of the Sunset Strip in Hollywood, California. It rumbles around me as the opening band quakes the building with their hard rock sonic assault.

I put the finishing touches on my makeup in the green room mirror backstage.

The green room walls are dotted with photos of all the famous bands who have played here. My bandmates surround me in the small no-frills room, waiting impatiently to go onstage.

The throb of booming bass guitar and kick drums pounds the walls. The bass is so intense that my bottle of mascara does a buzzing dance across the makeup table in time with the beat.

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

There’s a quick knock on the green room door before it swings open. The music from the stage is suddenly twice as loud.

The club’s stage manager leans inside the room. He’s an older guy with longish hair and gold pirate earrings. Vintage rocker. He barks at us over the sonic storm, “YOU GUYS ARE ON IN FIFTEEN MINUTES! GET READY TO ROCK!”

My bandmates and I nod at him. We’re all smiles. This is our first time playing at “The Cobra.” It’s a really big deal to be here. Over the last forty years, most of the biggest bands in rock have played here.

Bobby, my drummer, hollers at the stage manager, “WE’RE GONNA KNOCK THE FUCKIN’ WALLS DOWN, MAN!”

Rex, my bass player, shouts, “HELLS YEAH!”

The stage manager puts his hand to the headset mic in his ear, listens intently to whoever’s on the other end, then chatters a reply, “Copy that.” He turns back to me and says, “THE HOUSE IS PACKED WITH PEOPLE HERE TO SEE YOU GUYS! GET READY TO BLOW THEIR MINDS!” He pulls the door closed, muting the sound of the band on stage, and he’s gone.

My band, Skin Trade, has built up quite a fan base in the L.A. music scene over the last two years. We have a growing following on Facebook, YouTube, and Twitter. We’re positioned to break big. We have so much momentum, it’s gonna happen soon. I know it.

Rumor has it that a bunch of record producers and music execs are in the audience tonight. This is our chance to show them we can bring the house down. I’ve worked so hard to get here, I’m not even nervous thinking about it.

I’m so ready for this.

I return my focus to the old school makeup mirror in front of me. Big globe lightbulbs surround the glass. I put the final artful touches on my smokey eyes and glimmering black lipstick.

When I finish, I slide my chair back and spin in front of the mirror. A leather clad rock & roll assassin smiles back at me.

Hair: primped.

Makeup: perfect.

Outfit: sexy as hell.

I wear a short midriff studded biker jacket, skin tight low-ride lace-up black leather pants, black stripper heels covered in silver spikes, and a studded black leather bra.

I did my best to put together an outfit that looks like it came from that girl genius who runs Toxic Vision clothing and makes all her outfits by hand. She and I have the exact same sense of heavy metal style.

Deadly sexy.

Rex grins at me, “Your male groupies are gonna break their dicks off in their jeans when they see you walk on stage tonight.”

The pouty curl of Rex’s lips and his fitness model body have gotten him laid more times than I can count. If he owns a shirt, I’ve never seen him wear one. His stage attire is shirtless with tight pants and motorcycle boots. With all his ink, the girls drool over Rex’s delicious bad boy bassist looks at every show.

Bobby, our drummer, eyes me up and down and winks at me. He has the most gorgeous mane of long hair I’ve ever seen, male or female. With his stage makeup on, he’s the perfect blend of handsome and beautiful. He’s a total rock and roll lion. He blurts, “I’d fuck you.”

My voice drips with sarcasm as I say, “Thanks, Bobby. But, do I have to take a number and wait for you to finish screwing your pride of four girlfriends first?”

Bobby really does have four girlfriends. Amazingly, none of them know about each other. I don’t know how he does it. My guess would be his groupie girlfriends all suffer from starry eyed denial. The ladies always seem to have a thing for the wild drummer types.

“For you,” Bobby grins, “I’ll make an exception. You can come to the front of the line.”

I ignore his innuendo and chuckle, “Wow, that makes me feel special.”

Rex snickers, “Want me to leave you guys alone for two minutes?”

“Two minutes!” Bobby laughs. “I need two hours, bro. You know how horny I am before a show.”

“I know, dude,” Rex frowns. “You’re always trying to fuck my leg like a dog,” he chuckles.

Bobby makes a hound dog sound, “Aaah-ROOO!!!!”

They bump fists and laugh.

Men. I roll my eyes. I’d be surprised if Bobby could even get it up for me, considering how often he has sex.

“Just give me a blowjob, Victory,” Bobby begs while drooling over my skin tight outfit.

I smirk, “Ask Rex for one. I still need to warm up my hands.”

Bobby grabs his crotch lustily, “You can warm your hands up on my shit.”

I shake my head, “I need to play my scales on my guitar, dumbass.”

“My shit’s as big as a guitar neck,” Bobby says confidently. “Got the big headstock and everything.”

“You wish,” Rex chuckles.

I pat Bobby on the shoulder affectionately, “I’m sure you’ll find yet another ignorant slut to hook up with tonight.”

Bobby grins, “The ignorant ones are the best kind.”

Boys will be boys.

I’m used to the constant sexual tension of being the only girl in the band. And this is rock and roll, so it’s all about the sexual tension. It helps that Rex and Bobby are like my brothers. They would never cross that line. Besides, I already have a boyfriend, and I’m a one man kind of woman.

From outside the green room, the opening band goes quiet and the crowd cheers. A minute later, the club P.A. starts playing canned music to keep the energy up. The tune is Back In Black by AC/DC. It’s mandatory tuneage at every hard rock show between bands, but the song still makes me smile. Angus Young makes his guitar growl like no one else.

The energy and history of The Cobra buzzes around me. I can’t wait to become a part of it. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. It’ll only be a few minutes while the stage hands shift the band gear around.

Then we take to the stage.

I step past Bobby and grab my guitar case from where it leans against the wall. I unlatch it, pull out my cream colored 1987 Fender Stratocaster, sling it over my shoulder, and plug into my amp. My Strat is the same axe the late Jimi Hendrix played at Woodstock, and the same one played by the great Yngwie Malmsteen. Those guys are my top two guitar heroes.

As my fingers fly up the strings, a spray of melodic notes flows out of my small Line6 practice amp like rainbow raindrops. Not a light drizzle, but a downpour. I’ve been playing guitar for so long, I don’t really need to warm up anymore. But I do, because more than anything, I love playing electric guitar.

It’s my addiction.

My name is Victory Payne, and I’m a rocker chickaholic.

Rex watches me play and nods approvingly at my improvised soloing. His face eases into a hot sultry smile. “Shred that shit up, Victory.” He slings his bass over his muscled shoulder and lazily fingers the strings. He isn’t plugged into an amp, but I can hear the click and rattle of his bass strings join time with mine.

I do a series of quick trills on my strings with my left hand, then start tapping the fretboard with my right, just like Eddie Van Halen, the godfather of two hand tapping.

My high-pitched notes dribble out of the Line6 speakers like liquid candy.

“Play it!” Bobby grunts as he machine guns a staccato rhythm on the countertop in front of him with his drumsticks. He taps his boots on the green room floor like his feet are on the kick drums, keeping perfect time with my impromptu solo. A thick mane of hair swirls around him as he bangs his head energetically. Pantene totally needs to give him a contract. Even in the dim light of the green room, his hair shines like spun silk.

The three of us continue improvising a series of rocking riffs in perfect time.

A gleeful smile creeps onto my face as we play. I have the best bandmates in the world. We’ve played together on and off for the better part of five years. The last two, we’ve been dedicated 24/7 to our band, Skin Trade. Of all the musicians I’ve ever played with, the connection Rex and Bobby share with me is the closest thing I’ve ever found to a telepathic link. We anticipate each other’s every move, and countless fans have told us we’re the tightest live band they’ve ever heard.

I don’t know what I’d do without them. I can’t imagine being in any other band.

Our impromptu jam ends on a crescendo and we’re all smiling from ear to ear at our shared creation.

“Did someone tape that shit?” Bobby asks.

“I’ll remember it,” I say, meaning it.

Rex glances around at the photos on the green room walls and marvels, “Can you believe The Doors played here?”

“And Guns N Roses,” Bobby adds.

“Don’t forget Led Zeppelin,” I say.

“And Avenged Sevenfold,” Rex grins.

“And Metallica and Wild Child,” Bobby says.

“I think King Diamond even played here,” Rex says. “Now we’re playing here. A year from now we’re gonna be headlining arenas across the country.”

“You know it,” I smile proudly at both of them.

We’ve worked our asses off getting this far. This is our night to shine in the spotlight. I can only imagine what’s going to happen when we hit the stage. It’s gonna be insane.

The door to the green room opens and Scott Walker struts in. He is the lead singer and leader of our band.

He’s also my boyfriend.

Scott is the walking incarnation of rock & roll. Tall, lean, angelically handsome yet devilish and dangerous. Silver pants hug his slender legs and hang low on his hips, revealing the V of his flat stomach beneath the hem of his tight black T-shirt, which is emblazoned with bold white letters that say “FUCK.”. Tattered black combat boots complete the outfit. His short blond hair is spiked, and mirrored sunglasses cover his eyes.

Scott is everything all fathers with daughters worry about. Scott was born with the natural ability to seduce all females. I know from experience. He doesn’t even try, and women gravitate to him. When he opens his mouth and sings, all female legs within earshot part willingly.

On most nights, mine still do.

But, after being Scott’s girlfriend for two years, I know there’s more to him than first impressions. With all that beauty and talent comes a mountain of heartbreaking work. Scott can be higher maintenance than a walking toddler with sticky fingers. But he’s worth it. At least, that’s what I’ve always told myself.

“Damn, Vic,” Scott says, “you look fine as hell tonight, babe.”

I hate it when he calls me Vic. It sounds like a guy’s name. Telling him it bothers me never works. Scott does what Scott wants. I’ve learned to pick my battles with him.

Scott squeezes my ass possessively, staking his territory. I’m nobody’s property, but I can pretend to be if it keeps the peace this close to show time. Yet another battle I’ve let Scott win. He can be very insecure.

Scott turns to Rex and Bobby and says, “I bet you guys want a piece of this, don’t you?”

He’s referring to me like I’m a half pound of ground beef. He’s not always like this. I swear.

“She looks great,” Bobby says politely, staring at the floor.

“Totally,” Rex says blandly, pretending to tune his bass.

Scott has a temper and he likes to bait people to see if they’ll challenge him. Rex and Bobby know not to ruffle Scott’s feathers. When he’s around, they never say anything about my looks, good or bad.

We’ve all learned to handle Scott. Considering Scott writes all the music and lyrics, and sings our songs, we don’t have much choice.

Scott does what Scott wants.

Scott slaps my ass and digs his fingers in hard. “You putting on weight, Vic?” He arches an eyebrow at me.

That eyebrow makes other women melt.

At the moment, I’m over it.

I frown at him, “No.” I say it more defensively than I want to. There’s no way I’m gaining weight. I count calories like I count time in my head. It’s so automatic, I don’t even think about it anymore. Image is as much a part of making it in music as the music is, but it’s a necessary evil. I moved to Hollywood to make it big, not get a big ass.

Changing subjects, I say, “We should head to the stage.” I step toward the door. “We’re on in five minutes.” I glance at Rex and Bobby, “Come on, guys.”

They stroll toward the green room door.

“I’ll catch up with you guys,” Scott says, “I need five minutes alone.”

Bobby chuckles, “Like the Pantera song? You gonna kick someone’s ass?”

“Naw,” Scott says, “just need to get my head together.”

With Rex and Bobby standing behind me in the door frame, I shoot Scott a glare they don’t catch. I know what ‘getting his head together’ usually means. I told him to quit snorting blow months ago. He promised me a hundred times he’d quit. He’s probably nervous about tonight’s show. I get it. But cocaine is never your friend in the long run. It’s wrecked more of mine than I care to count. Scott thinks he’s different from everyone else. He thinks he’s special. In some ways, he is. Too bad the blow doesn’t see it that way. But I’m not going to call Scott out in front of the band and give him a “Say No To Drugs” lecture five minutes before stage time at the biggest show of our careers.

“You sure?” I ask Scott, tilting my head and widening my eyes accusingly at him. It’s my last ditch plea for him to stay straight for the night.

Scott lowers his mirrored shades so I can see his ice blue eyes. They’re as mirrored as his sunglasses. Inscrutable. “Promise,” he says softly. “Just need to focus for a few minutes.”

I can’t tell if he’s lying. Then again, I never could.

The stage manager pops his head through the open doorway. “Four minutes and counting, people. Get to the stage.”

“After you,” Rex says to me.

“Ladies first,” Bobby grins at me.

“Don’t sweat it, Vic,” Scott says, “I’ll see you on stage.”

Rex and Bobby herd me out of the room.

“Don’t be late,” I warn Scott as I walk out the door.

“This is rock and roll,” Scott chuckles. “Shit never goes as planned.”



If you love rockers and music, this series is for you! Yes, it evolves from a foundation of a love story, but this series is so much more.

Our main character Victory Payne's journey to achieving her goal, playing her guitar and belonging to a successful band, is depicted here in all its rawness, intimacy, and gut-wrenching reality. It is an eye-opener to the journey a musician must endure and persist in with a dedication that absorbs all their energy and will-power as they are tested time and time again.

Left homeless, without a band, and dumped by her boyfriend/band leader, Victory is left to survive based on her wits, friends, and the kindness of strangers. It is her unmovable determination to survive that compels her. Everyone she meets cannot but realize her single purpose to survive makes her unique. Her focus remains on her goal, even though she is human and in need of love and compassion. Kellan Burns comes into her life just as she hits rock bottom. What starts as fan based attraction, develops into a friendship and collaboration that will touch your hearts.

Pursuing a dream is never easy. It is the struggle that makes it worthwhile. These are words we hear all the time. Our author Devon Hartford uses his gift for lyrical prose to help immerse us in this struggle, as silent spectators witnessing this story.

The topic "from rags to riches" rocker stories are a dime a dozen. Few stories make an impact where your soul is involved in the plot line and you feel emotionally invested. I think I have found one of those few and do not hesitate to recommend this series to those of you who are looking for a love story that goes beyond hot romantic scenes.


"My whole life I searched for you, my need like a disease. I can't live without your love; you bring me to my knees" - My Whole Life lyrics sung by Kellan Burns 


 


About the Author Devon Hartford

 A lot of people ask me, "Why is a guy writing romance novels for women?" The answer is simple. Everyone falls in love. Even men. Imagine that. ;-)

But it goes deeper than that. I write romance to explore and understand my own emotions.

No matter what most guys say on the subject, emotions are a part of the human experience for women AND men. Guys who deny their emotions, especially the difficult ones like sadness, grief, loss, and hurt, are missing out on a big part of life. Everyone has emotional scars. It's impossible to make it from cradle to grave without getting banged up along the way. For all that pain, we can also heal ourselves.

My stories feature characters who are on a quest to heal their pain, and in the process, find love. We all know that a loving relationship can be a conduit for both partners to heal together. When that happens, it's truly a beautiful thing.

It's my hope that my readers can gain some perspective regarding their own emotional wounds, and perhaps heal in some small way by going through the emotional journey I went through while writing my stories.

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Another Series by this Author


Fearless


Reckless


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Saturday, August 30, 2014

Get Me by Jillian Dodd


Will Keatyn get her life back? 
And if she does, which life will she choose? 

This is the 6th and FINAL book in the series

Get Me
The Keatyn Chronicles
By Jillian Dodd
Release Date Aug 25th




This was an amazing series and Jillian Dodd is the MASTERMIND in the world of Keatyn. I seriously recommend  this book but you have to start in the beginning with Stalk Me Currently FREE on AMAZON. Here is your link to the free first book. STALK ME 

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Indestructible (Harmony #3) by Angela Graham | Tour, Review





Indestructible by Angela Graham

Harmony Series (Book 3)
 
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18372093-indestructible

Amazon- http://amzn.com/B00M9ISBAW
Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00M9ISBAW
B&N- http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/indestructible-angela-graham/1120113067?ean=2940150761667 




Love. Passion. Respect.
Logan West finally has the one thing he believed unattainable: the fiery woman who challenges, protects, and adores him just as much as she does his young son, Oliver.
After having her world shaken yet again, Cassandra Clarke is ready to move forward, eagerly embracing the beautiful man who has laid claim to her heart. With secrets revealed at every turn, she refuses to lose the only man she’s ever loved.
Not every battle is hers to fight, but she’s never been one to back down. Logan and Oliver are part of her now, and together they are…indestructible.

Book 3 in The Harmony Series with no cliffhanger.



The waitress looked to Hilary, who was staring past all of us. “I’ll be right back.”
She was up instantly and heading across the bar, where Caleb stood, his eyes on her. I scanned the room, my nerves spiking. Did Logan come with him?
“I don’t see him,” Natasha said.
“What?”
“Logan. I don’t think he’s here.”
“Right. Doesn’t matter. He knows it’s a girls’ night.” I peeked again in the direction of Caleb to find him and Hilary gone.
“Caleb seems like a friendly guy. Good to Oliver, from what I hear,” Natasha said, turning to face me.
The waitress appeared with our drinks, stunning me at how quick she was. “Anything else?” she asked.
“No, thanks.” I lifted my glass and took a sip before turning my attention back to Natasha. “Caleb loves Oliver. He considers him family.”
“I want Oliver to have a lot of good role models in his life, Cassandra. I don’t know much about Caleb, but I do know if he’s close to my son, I’ll be getting to know him better as well.”
I said nothing and took another sip—a bigger one this time, draining nearly half the glass. Hilary would have a real problem with Natasha cozying up to Caleb, even in the interest of Oliver. Hilary wasn’t one to trust easily, and Natasha wasn’t exactly easily trusted.
“I’ve known him most of my life,” I told her. “He’s a good guy. No need to worry.”
“That possessive, irritating, gorgeous man is gonna drive me crazy!” Hilary growled, slipping back into her side of the booth. “Seriously, can you believe him?”
“Is he still here?” I followed her penetrating stare and spotted Caleb watching us as he maneuvered toward the door.
“He’s leaving. Said he only stopped in to pick up some paperwork. I call bullshit! That bouncer called him, and he just had to come and check on me.”
“I think it’s sweet.” I smiled. “And it’s not like he’s standing here hounding you. He left, didn’t he?”
A slow smile brightened her face. “Yeah. Damn it, he is sweet.”
“Or has a guilty conscience. You know, those that cheat worry others will too,” Natasha blurted out.
My head snapped her way, my jaw dropping. I started as she continued as if she hadn't just slapped Hilary in the face.
“I’m just saying—he’s hot and he’s been around the scene. I’d be careful.”
I shifted my gaze to Hilary, aware she was struggling to keep her claws sheathed.
“Caleb isn’t cheating on me, I assure you.”
Natasha frowned. “I’m sorry. That was a shitty thing for me to say. I didn’t mean it to come out that way.”
“Right.” Hilary sipped the juice in front of her.



This series just keeps getting better and better! Well-written, emotional and full characters that feel real, it is a world within itself you do not soon forget.

If you have been following Cassie and Logan's ups and downs, you know we have finally arrived at the point where they are no longer fighting their love and are ready to see if they fit. Logan's persistence has been epic. Nothing is going to prevent him from claiming Cassie as his and only his.

But these two have a past where nefarious characters have threatened and hurt them. Kurt and the terrible attack on Cassie and Natasha's abandonment are two very real examples. Of all the characters affecting their lives, these two take the prize.

I must admit, as I was reading this book, that I wanted to punch Natasha the most. This woman is a viper! Manipulating, lacking remorse, and selfish she is the type of human being you would prefer was miles away from you and your loved ones. Once again Logan and Cassie must deal with her manipulations and schemes. I'll just let you find out how far she is willing to go when you read this book! You will agree with me... POW! to the face!! 



Be sure to check out the other books in 
The Harmony Series….

Book 1 Inevitable
Currently Free for a limited time
 
Amazon Link- http://amzn.com/B00D0A1MLI
Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00D0A1MLI
B&N- http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/inevitable-angela-graham/1116736910?ean=2940148571193
  
Book 2 Irreplaceable

Amazon Link- http://amzn.com/B00FA91F7I
Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00FA91F7I  
B&N- http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/irreplaceable-angela-graham/1116959820?ean=2940148603481 



You can also find Indulge Logan's Novella 
that can be read anytime during this series.


 
 



Meet the Author:  
USA Today, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble Bestselling author.

Angela knew she found her calling in the world of fiction the moment she began pounding away at the keys for her first short story in 2012. With a baby on her shoulder, she wrote for about a year before deciding to try her hand at an actual novel. It was the best decision she ever made and since then she continues to bring characters to life in her free time snuck away from her first role as mother to her three young children.

-Be sure to check out her website at www.loveangelagraham.com
 
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