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COVER REVEAL | We Were Memories by Brandi Aga

Title: We Were Memories
Author: Brandi Aga
Genre: Romance

Cover Design: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art

Release Date: TBC

Blurb

Someone once told me never leave the one you love for the
one you like…



…you just might get something more out of that relationship than you
bargained for.



I should have listened…



I never should have stepped foot on that airplane…



But I did.



Sins come in all shapes and sizes. My biggest sin to date comes in the form of
sex, tattoos, and Harleys. Roman Blackhart, owner of Blackhart Custom
Motorcycles, is all about living life in the fast lane. Our relationship went
from zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye. Only problem is, I have a
secret. A secret so deep it’s pulling me in two different directions.



Now we’re 1,400 miles of memories and broken hearts. I just hope it’s not too
late to put all the pieces back together again.

Author Bio

Brandi Aga is a former book blogger
turned writer. Her love for books quickly escalated the need to tell her own
stories. Dark, taboo stories and dystopian romance are her favorites but she
reads a little bit of everything. 
She is a stay at home boy (and cat) mom who spends her free
time reading, writing, and online gaming with her husband of ten years. 
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COVER REVEAL | Cuffed by K. Bromberg

WE ARE EXCITED TO BRING YOU THE COVER FOR CUFFED BY NEW YORK TIMES BEST SELLING AUTHOR K.BROMBERG RELEASING ON OCTOBER 23!

 

 

 

 

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From the New York Times bestselling author, K. Bromberg, comes a new series about three brothers, the job that calls them, and the women who challenge them.

“I hate you. I never want to see you again.”

Grant Malone is not the reason I moved back to Sunnyville—at least that’s what I tell myself. Yet, those parting words I said to him back in third grade, ring in my ears every time a townsperson brings up one of the Malone boys. I thought time had healed my wounds. I was wrong. Nothing could have prepared me for how I felt when I finally saw him again.

Twenty years does a lot to turn a boy into a man. One who hits all my buttons—sexy, funny, attractive, and a police officer. But Grant is off limits because he knows too much about my past.

But I’m drawn to him. That damn uniform of his doesn’t hurt either. It’ll be my downfall. I know it.
What’s one night of sex going to hurt . . . right?
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I’ve always loved Emmy Reeves.

That’s why I’m shocked to see her all these years later. The shy girl I once knew is all grown up.

Adventurous and full of life, she owns my heart now, just as much as she did back then. Convincing her of that is a whole different story.

I’ll give her the one night she asks for—like that’s a hardship—but when it comes to letting her walk away after, she has another thing coming. There’s no way in hell I’m letting her go this time without a fight.

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HeadShot ColorNew York Times Bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary novels that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy, and a little bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines, and damaged heroes who we love to hate and hate to love.

A mom of three, she plots her novels in between school runs and soccer practices, more often than not with her laptop in tow.

Since publishing her first book in 2013, K. has sold over one million copies of her books and has landed on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists over twenty-five times.

In April, she’ll release The Player, the first in a two-book sports romance series (The Catch, book 2, will be released late June), with many more already outlined and ready to be written.

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REVIEW | Palm South University By Kandi Steiner Seasons 1 & 2

Normally I don’t do this but I am going to combine my reviews for Season 1 and Season 2 into one post. Each season has it’s own review, but just to save another post you get them both at once!

***All 3 books in this series provided by publisher and author in return for a honest review***

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28949245 Title: Palm South University Season One

Author: Kandi Kteiner

Format: E-book

Blurb:

Drama. Lies. Sex.

Welcome to Palm South University.

The weather isn’t the only thing heating up in South Florida. At a school where fraternities and sororities don’t exactly play by the rules, relationships are bound to be tested. Parties and sex are definitely key ingredients in the Palm South recipe, but what happens when family issues, secret lives, and unrequited love get tossed in the mix?

Follow Cassie, Bear, Jess, Skyler, Erin, Ashlei, and Adam as they tackle college at a small, private beach town university. Written in television drama form, each episode of this serial will pull you deeper and deeper into the world of PSU.

Where the sun is hot and the clothes are scarce, anything can happen.

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You all know me, I DEVOUR anything written by Kandi Steiner. She is one of my favorite authors, and while I am still trying to play catch up with all her work, her books are some of my favorites. So when the opportunity was given to me to review all 3 books so far in the PSU series…how could I do any different?!? And let me just say that Kandi has another winner here! This book series is straight up like book crack for me. To the point I was staying up late and waking up early just to get more reading time. Even my husband could tell I was ADDICTED.

So what makes PSU so addicting?? Well the way Kandi writes this series is like a TV drama…and it doesn’t disappoint. Set on a college campus it follows the lives of 7 different college students who are part of greek life. It most definitely lives up to it’s catch phrase Drama. Lies. Sex.  PSU is like watching your favorite college drama. If you loved shows like Greek then you will love this book. Inside each Season is breakdowns of Episodes, each season has 5-6 episodes, and each episode breaks down into chapters. The format of this book makes it a quick read.

This first season was a lot of meeting and getting to know the characters. We get to know the friendships, the hookups, and the ways of greek life on campus. We get to enjoy watching Cassie, who is one of my favorites, rush her first year and get accepted into KKB. We also get to see some other sorority’s struggle. Not going to lie, this first season probably took me the longest to get through. Not because I didn’t enjoy it, but more  because staying true to TV drama style it was more of a lead up book. That being said by the end I was reeled in and ready to go for Season Two.

 

Overall Rating PSU Season One: 4/5 stars

 

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35693821Blurb:Drama. Lies. Sex.

Welcome to Palm South University.

The weather isn’t the only thing heating up in South Florida. At a school where fraternities and sororities don’t exactly play by the rules, relationships are bound to be tested. Parties and sex are definitely key ingredients in the Palm South recipe, but what happens when family issues, secret lives, and unrequited love get tossed in the mix?

Follow Cassie, Bear, Jess, Skyler, Erin, Ashlei, and Adam as they tackle college at a small, private beach town university. Written in television drama form, each episode of this serial will pull you deeper and deeper into the world of PSU.

Where the sun is hot and the clothes are scarce, anything can happen.

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So by the end of Season One I was so excited to dive into Season Two!! It’s safe to say Season Two straight up blew my mind!I think this season is really where my addiction started. I don’t want to give away any spoilers to those who haven’t started the series yet, but this season took the story to whole new levels.

Season Two has a lot of growth for each of our loved characters. Yes of course, I have my favorite characters, although it is really hard for me to pick just one or two. But in this season I feel like each and every character faced something in their life that they had to overcome. There are two particular situations in which a character has to endure something that is all too common on campuses now days. I think that Kandi did a great job at showing those, but also at showing how the aftermath affects said character. Again I don’t want to give any spoilers but you will know what I’m talking about.

I am all about the angst that Kandi does OH SO WELL, and this book is full of it! I think one of the things I love so much about this series is that there is such a wide diversity in the relationships formed in this book. It has everything I could possible need. From student/teacher relationships, same sex relationships, angsty will they wont they relationships, friendships, I just love it all. I really don’t think a lot of authors could pull this format off but damn Kandi you do it so well!!

 

Overall PSU Season Two Rating: 5/5 Stars

 

 

 

WWW Wednesday

WWW Wednesday | August 16th

Hello lovies!

I hope everyone is having a wonderful week! It’s hump day which means it’s halfway over right?! So hopefully you all are enjoying and getting lots of reading in. I know I am!

 

WWW Wednesday is hosted over at Taking on a World of Words

 

The Three Ws are:

What are you currently reading?
What did you recently finish reading?
What do you think you’ll read next?

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What are you currently reading?

 

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This is one intensely DARK book that is not for the faint of heart. That being said I am absolutely enthralled. It is a little bit longer so I am not getting through it as quickly as I want (I’m at about 50%), but it is still an amazing read.

 

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What did you recently finish reading?

 

You can find my review of The Soul Mate here.

I finished the whole series so far of PSU and I have to say it is straight book crack!! My reviews will be up later today or tomorrow…but if you haven’t picked this one up yet I highly recommend it!

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What do you think you’ll read next?

 

I was SO luck to get ARC’s of both of these books and I CAN’T wait to dive in!!!

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What are you guys reading this week? Feel free to drop your links below so I can check out your WWW Wednesday post!

 

I hope the rest of your week goes fantastically!

 

Until Next Time…

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Twisted Twosome by Meghan Quinn | Excerpt Reveal

We’re celebrating the release of  TWISTED TWOSOME by Meghan Quinn! Check out the excerpt below!

 

 

TWISTED TWOSOME

NA Romantic Comedy

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From the first day I met Racer McKay, I knew our interaction was going to be incredibly brief. First impressions really do matter and unfortunately, I didn’t make a very good one.At the time, I didn’t think much of it. I was never going to see this man again, right?

Wrong! When I’m met with the opportunity of a lifetime, there is only one man in the state of New York who can assist me. And can you guess who it is?

But what I don’t realize is he needs me just as much as I need him. I have money he’s desperate for, and he holds the key to making my dreams come true.

So, we reluctantly join forces.

Our pranks turn from sarcastic banter, to sexual tension and lust-filled glances. Bickering matches quickly morph into slow burn moments. We’re hot, we’re cold. We push and pull. I need him, I don’t want him. We’re on the verge of combusting with an agreement dangling dangerously between us. Neither one of us can afford to lose one another and yet, we’re finding it quite hard to decipher the line that rests between love and hate.

*Twisted Twosome is a stand alone romantic comedy.

 

EXCERPT

**GEORGIANA**

“So, are you ready for tonight?” Madison asks. 

The heat of the sun intensifies with the mention of tonight. It’s beating down on

me, building up the pressure, circling me in an inferno of what’s to come. 

Tonight. 

I don’t think I’ve ever been more nervous in my entire life. Even when I was

forced to go with Danny Leshay to senior prom because it was part of my

father’s business deal with a client. My dad buys out a lumberyard, and in

return, I have to go with the guy’s son to prom. Thoughts of being stabbed and

murdered on the side of the road by someone I didn’t know terrified me.

Thanks, Dad!

“I’m prepared but so freaking nervous.” I turn on my side and face Madison. “I

have that sinking feeling he’s going to say no.”

“How can he say no, G? You’ve run through your presentation a million times.

I’ve seen it. You are solid with all your numbers, with your projections; it’s an

easy yes.”

“To any other businessman, my presentation is an easy yes, but to my dad . . . I

have this horrible feeling it’s going to be a hard pass.”

And that’s the honest truth. He’s a good man, but when it comes to me, I’m his

little girl, not an aspiring entrepreneur. 

“You might be surprised.” Madison takes a big sip from her drink. “He wasn’t

happy at first about you going to Northwestern and earning your master’s in

business, but he changed his mind about that.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, because on paper, I’m more appealing to one of the

‘husbands’ my dad has chosen for me. An educated girl is a girl with goals and

motivation, one that will be able to participate with knowledgeable

commentary in dry, pointless conversations at charitable events. My entire life

leading to this point has been a long and drawn-out finishing school run, and

operated by my father, preparing me for the very moment I meet the one man I

can stand at his side, woo his clients, and be the trophy wife I’ve been morphed

into.” I set my drink on the table between us and rest my hands under my

cheek. “I want so much more, Madison.”

“If you had red hair and was brushing it with a fork right now, I would think

you were the little mermaid.”

“I’m serious.” I laugh just as cursing from a thousand men breaks up our little

conversation. 

From the side of the pool where renovations for the pool house are taking

place, the lone construction worker is holding his finger between his jean-clad

legs. 

Madison sits up and lifts her sunglasses to get a look at the commotion. “Did

you hammer a nail into your finger over there?”

The man who’s been working on the building for a few weekends looks up at

  1. His head is covered by a backward black baseball cap, his chest is bronze

from working many hours outside this summer, and it’s hard not to notice the

corded muscles wrapped around his entire body, from his chiseled stomach to

his powerful biceps. To be honest, it hasn’t been a chore watching him these

last few weekends.

What’s-His- Name looks up and pops his finger in his mouth, sucking on it as

his body ripples under the brightness of the sun. 

“Damn,” Madison mutters under her breath just as the man pops his finger out

of his mouth. “Mama likes.”

Unable to hear Madison slowly discredit his self-respect, he gruffly says, “I’m

good.” Not giving us a second thought, he shakes his hand and turns back

toward his project. 

Never having spoken to the man—I’ve only seen him around—I cautiously say,

“You sure? Kind of looks like you’re hurt.”

Slowly he turns his head in my direction, his eyes cutting me a look of

indignation. “I’m good, Princess. No need to set your cocktail down to check

on me.”

Pardon me? Was that attitude?

I sit up, my legs straddling my lounge chair and tip my sunglasses up so he can

see my dissatisfaction in his choice of words. “It’s Georgiana, not princess.”

Picking up his hammer, he shoves it in a holster attached to his side and says,

“Could have fooled me.”

“Oooooo,” Madison says as if she’s in grade school. “Burned.” She sits back in

her chair, taking a sip of her drink as if she’s preparing for the show of a

lifetime, one she might just get. 

Slowly, I set my drink down and stand. I adjust the fabric of my swimsuit

bottom so it’s covering my ass and saunter over to the man, now sorting nails

as he casually glances in my direction. 

When I stand in front of him, I watch his eyes travel over my barely covered

frame until he meets me head-on. His staggering height doesn’t intimidate me,

even though he towers over my petite frame. He appears strong and powerful

with a hard set in his jaw. 

“What did you say?” I ask, a hand on my hip. 

Not giving me his complete attention, he says, “You heard what I said or else

you wouldn’t be over here trying to put on a front.”

“Put on a front?” My voice sounds a little shrill from the accusation. “I’m not

putting on a front.”

“Yeah?” He pulls a rag from his back pocket, lifts his hat, and wipes his brow.

His blond hair sticks up in all different directions with beads of sweat at the tips

that aren’t covered by his hat. “So you’re not trying to act intimidating in front

of your friend? You know, push around the hired help to make yourself feel

better?”

“Excuse me?” Two seconds ago I was irritated, now I’m mad. “How dare you

make such an awful accusation about me. You don’t know a thing about me.”

“I know enough,” he answers and turns around to nail another board for the

new siding. His incessant hammering has ensured a headache all morning.

“Hey.” I poke his sweaty back, trying to ignore how amazingly tight it feels

under my index finger. “I suggest if you want to keep your job you show a little

respect.”

Whoa, can we all say it together? Georgiana, you’re a bitch. The words felt

dirty leaving my mouth. I really don’t act like this, like my—gulp—parents, but

I’m tired, anxious about meeting with my dad, and irritated. It’s a cataclysmic

combination and when that happens, nothing good comes from it. I’m about to

apologize when he starts to go off on me. 

“Respect? You want to talk respect?” He spins on his heel and holds up his

hammer. “What do you know about respect, Princess? From where I see it, you

know nothing. Every weekend I’ve been here, you’ve ordered people around,

watching them wait on you hand and foot, complained about not having any

money, gossiped about every bad boob job in town, and have yet to be pleasant

to anyone who stands an inch beneath you.” He goes to hammer again but turns

around once more and says, “And the heels you just had to wear out to the pool

ripped a fucking hole in my nail gun hose, giving me no other option than to

nail these boards by hand, adding on time I can’t afford. So, Princess, excuse

me for upsetting you, but I’m sticking with the nickname. It fits you to a T. Oh,

and just so you know, sandals. Sandals are the proper footwear you should be

wearing around the pool.” He rolls his eyes, turns around, and starts hammering

another nail into the siding of the pool house. 

How dare he!

“That’s what you think I am? Some whiney brat?”

“If the unnecessary high heel fits, Princess.” 

Unsure of what to do. I stomp my foot and say, “Well, I’m not.” 

Pretty sure my reaction just solidified his assumption. 

“Tantrums don’t work on me; try your daddy.” He continues to hammer away,

his back muscles shimmering with each movement. 

“Maybe I will. We’ll see what he has to say about this little conversation.” 

He places another nail against the board and starts hammering. “Wouldn’t be

shocked if you did. You step on my hose, ruin my chances of getting this

project done today, which only prolongs my time here, cutting down on my

chance to make more money since I’m getting paid a flat rate, and now you

want to get me fired. Sounds about right. Can’t take the blame for anything.”

No one has ever been so disrespectful to me. 

“How was I supposed to know I stepped on your stupid hosey thing?”

“Maybe if you pay attention to people and objects around you, you may have

noticed.”

“You’re a jerk, you know that?” He has me all wrong, and it is really bothering

me that he pictures me as a spoiled, inconsiderate, self-consumed brat. That’s

not who I am at all. 

“How do you figure? Because the way I see it, you’re the jerk.” His body fully

turns around to face me, challenge in his eyes, maybe a bit of humor at the

corner of his lips as he awaits my answer. 

Holding my chin high, I say, “Because, instead of having a hissy fit like a

petulant child, you could have come over to me and said, ‘Miss Westbrook,

sorry to bother you, but you seem to have poked a hole in my hose.’ But instead

you decided to stew over here and then pick on me when I was trying to see if

you were okay from your inability to hammer a nail into a piece of wood

properly. It’s called being an adult.”

He studies me, hands on his hips, not showing any kind of reaction. “Being an

adult, huh? And you think you’re an expert at that?”

“I would say I’m well-versed in the topic.”

He nods, his teeth biting down on his lower lip as his eyes flick to where

Madison is sitting. “Well-versed, interesting. Tell me, when did adults start

eating dinosaur chicken nuggets for lunch?”

Just when I’m about to reply, Madison calls out, “Nuggies are ready, G. Come

eat T-Rex’s arms with me. Roar!” 

I shut my eyes tight, willing for this moment to disappear, maybe praying for

the ground to swallow me whole due to Madison’s poor timing. The infuriating

man says with a smile, “Your nuggies are ready, Princess. Don’t want them

getting cold.”

About the Author:
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
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I Do(n’t) by Leddy Harper | Release Boost

 

Title: I Do(n’t)
Author: Leddy Harper
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 11, 2017
Blurb
I fell in love with Holden York when I was six years old.Most of my youth came with spiral notebooks filled with doodles, wedding plans,
and “Janelle York” looped in bubbly handwriting.

However, one night in Vegas changed everything.

I woke up to more than just a fantasy of my brother’s best friend.

Five years later, I’m standing on his doorstep confronting him about the secret
he kept from me.

If you think this is the story of how we rode off into the sunset together…

You’re so wrong.

But if you think this is the story of how Holden blackmailed me into living
with him…

You couldn’t be more right.

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Author Bio

 

Leddy Harper had to use her imagination often as a child. She grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. At the age of fourteen, she decided to use that imagination and wrote her first book, and never stopped.


She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters.
She is now a mother of three girls, leaving her husband as the only man in a house full of females.

The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. Most importantly Leddy wanted to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.

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Drunk Dial by Penelope Ward | Sneak Peek

From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Look up Landon Roderick, that boy from childhood whom I’d never been able to forget—even though he so easily forgot about me—and call him.

Then again, anything sounds like a good idea when you’ve had a little too much wine before bed, right? It was supposed to be just a quick, meaningless, prank call. Instead, I went off on him—unloading thirteen years of pent-up emotions.

I didn’t think he’d call me back.

I certainly could never have anticipated the weeks of sexually tense phone conversations that followed as I got to know the man he’d become.

Turned out, Landon had never really forgotten me, either. That special connection we had was still there. I opened up to him, but there were also things about me he didn’t know. And he had his own secrets.

Over the countless hours we talked on the phone, I wondered what would happen if we actually saw each other. One night, I did something impulsive again. Only this time, I went to the airport and booked a ticket to California. We were about to find out if one phone call could bring two lost souls together or if my drunk dial really was all just a big mistake.

A complete STANDALONE.

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After that evening, I hadn’t heard back from him for a few days.

Then, one night, a text came in from the same phone number I recognized as Landon’s. It was the first time he’d texted me.

I looked down to find he’d sent a photo.

I gasped.

It was a heavily tatted man set against the backdrop of the ocean at sunset. Oh, my. It was him—a selfie.

Fuck. Me. He was beautiful.

I wouldn’t have even known it was Landon were it not for the blue eyes I recognized instantly. The shaggy, caramel hair I remembered from the past was now a darker shade of brown and shorter, cropped closer to his head. His arms and his chest were inked, his body so perfect that if I squinted, it almost resembled carved stone.

I couldn’t stop looking at him. My eyes wanted nothing more than to explore the ridges and valleys of his stunning body.

Was this a cruel joke?

This was not Landon!

But, it was.

With my thumb and middle finger, I kept zooming in and out, examining the details of the ink across his chest and on his arms. There was really nothing sexier than a guy with perfect arms and a full sleeve tattoo.

Even though his lips seemed fuller than I recalled, they still curved into a familiar grin that oozed confidence. The eyes and that smile were the only traces of the boy I remembered. I wished I could’ve leapt through the screen to smell him, touch him.

“Hi, Landon,” I whispered, for a brief moment talking to the boy inside, not the man in front of me.

This Landon was the polar opposite of the Ivy League yuppie image previously in my head. The only thing the man pictured might have majored in was badassery. He looked like a rockstar, a rule breaker, displaying a sense of arousing danger—someone who must have had women from all walks of life drooling over him for the sheer fact that either they couldn’t have him or shouldn’t have him. It suddenly became clear why, as he’d alluded to, a woman might have been begging him for sex. That made me wonder if he had any secret tattoos in spots I wasn’t allowed to see.

God.

A fire was burning inside of me, and I knew it was my crush exploding into a full-blown obsession.

A self-conscious feeling came over me. If I was scared to show him a picture of myself before, now I was really hesitant.

The message that went along with the photo simply read:

Now show me you.

Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author of thirteen novels. With over a million books sold, her titles have placed on the New York Times Bestseller list sixteen times. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope, her husband, and kids reside in Rhode Island.

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