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Sunday, December 21, 2014

Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday, your chance to view the work of a talented group of authors. You can find more snippets at:

This excerpt is from the book I just finished writing. For the past three weeks my heroine has been courted by two men, one an upstanding man in the community, and one an ex-convict. In last week's excerpt she seemed to have chosen the convict, but this is what happened when she stayed the night at his house. She's in his bathroom brushing her teeth. I've used some creative punctuation to get the length I wanted. It's unedited so give a yell if you see something I need to fix.

The medicine cabinet had three small shelves that were mostly free of clutter. Oh, there was the toothpaste on the bottom shelf. Good; they used the same brand. As she reached for the tube, she noticed the small bottle on the second shelf, the one partly hidden behind a big can of shaving cream. Her veins filled with ice when she identified one of the missing bottles of pain killer from the clinic.
A wave of dizziness overcame her. She dropped down onto the toilet and hung her head between her knees. There was only one way that Caleb could have gotten that bottle; he had been the one who broke into the clinic.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Saturday Sample

During the month of December my characters take over my blog. Let's drop in and see what they're up to.

All hail! Welcome to all of Madame's friends. My name is Prince Alan, and I am here to share a marvelous video with you. Madame enlisted the aid of a talented video artist to create a fitting tribute for her latest masterpiece Rest Thy Head. I shall share it with you as I know Madame would wish. Then, perhaps a short excerpt from one of her Christmas stories.  I am fond of the one titled The Table in the Window because I enjoyed seeing a villain reap a suitable reward. It is a short work, only 16,000 words whereas the book of my co-host Nikki Lane is a full length novel. As Madame Nikki as said many times, her story is called The Best Selling Toy Of The Season. I beg of you to consider giving books as a gift for Christmas, and if you should pick Madame's books, so much the better.

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Chapter One

I’ll have a blue Christmas without you…

Marley Matthews shook her fist at the driver of a sleek, gray
Jaguar. “You splashed my coat!” she yelled. As expected, the driver
never even bothered to acknowledge her presence.

She sighed, pulled her coat more tightly around her, and
shook her big umbrella in hopes of dislodging the ice pellets
freezing on every metal rib. What a dreadful day. If Michael hadn’t
insisted they meet for lunch, she would’ve stayed home and kept
warm. She still had some Christmas shopping to do, but it was too
cold and icy to care.

She smiled as thoughts of Michael warmed her. He had
asked her to marry him six months ago and, in that time, she had
discovered what true happiness felt like.

Barton’s loomed up ahead through the rain and fog. Located
in a building with the date 1889 set in stone way up high next to the
roof, it had been vacant for a long time before Tim Barton bought
the place and opened his restaurant there.

Through the window, she saw a huge Christmas tree
standing near the grand fireplace for which Barton’s had become
locally famous. Colorful lights outlined the top of the building, and
a huge green wreath covered the entire upper half of the door.

The sound of sweet carols greeted her when she entered the
restaurant. Where was he? There. The table in the window. The one
where the dark-­‐‑haired, muscular god was sitting. She waved and
almost floated across the floor to meet him, buoyed by a wave of
happiness so intense it almost hurt.

“Hey, there,” she called, even before she reached the table.
“Seeing you makes up for the lousy weather.” She smiled as she
took her seat and busied herself with removing her wet coat.

Michael, who wore the wheat-­colored sweater she’d bought
him last month, stared out the window as if he saw something far
more fascinating than rain and fog. He hadn’t met her eyes once,
and he didn’t have the hint of a smile on his face. “Hello, Marley.”

The waiter, a guy whose name tag identified him as Robert,
approached to take their order. “What’ll it be?” he asked with a
smile. “Hot chocolate? Coffee? Or do you need something stronger
to warm you up?”

“Coffee,” Marley answered.

Robert offered them a menu, but Michael waved it away.
“I’m not having lunch.”

Marley’s eyebrows shot up. As the waiter left the table, she
said, “I thought you wanted to have lunch.”

“No, I said I wanted to talk to you.”

“Okay, talk.” Marley reached for his hand, but he drew it
away and put it in his lap.

“Uh…Marley…I have something to tell you.” He cleared his
throat, and this time he stared at some point right behind her left

Marley’s heart thumped. “What is it, Michael? What’s
wrong?” Was he ill? Had he lost his job?

He stared at a burned spot on the rustic table as if it had
come to life and tried to bite him. “I…I’ve met someone.”

Marley cocked her head. “Who did you meet?”

He’d pitched his voice so low she had a hard time hearing
him. “Her name is Heather.”

Everything clicked. He wouldn’t hold hands with her. He
wouldn’t look at her. Cold more intense than that outside settled
into her veins and almost took her breath away, but she clung to
the hope that she was wrong. “I...I don’t understand.”

His eyes met hers briefly before they slid away. “Yes, you
do. I’m sorry, Marley, but I can’t marry you after all.”

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Fashionista Friday

During the month of December my characters take over my blog so I can have a break. Let's drop in and see what they're doing.

Prince Alan: (The Enchanted) Madame has chosen fine clothing to feature this day.

Elizabeth: (Return Engagement): Yes, I like it too. The pants fabric is classic.

Nikki: (The Best Selling Toy of the Season) The sweater is kind of floppy.

Elizabeth: Nikki, I've told you that you can't wear clothes that are too tight. It'll make you look like...

Nikki: Oh, be quiet. I've heard it all before. Why don't we just let people look at the clothes?

I Don't Do Fashion,I Am Fashion

Long sleeve sweater

River Island pants
$24 -

Short boots

Gucci crossbody purse

Wide brim hat

Plastic glasses

Marais paris picture

Thursday, December 18, 2014




As a job coach, it’s up to Olivia Foster to ensure her clients work in a safe environment, understand their positions, and serve their employer’s mission. The death of her brother drives her career choice, and she loves her job. It remains her only focus until one of her autistic clients goes missing. Then Olivia’s employer ends her position and adds her to the suspect list, but she makes plans to bring the missing young man home.


Meanwhile, Detective Lt. Phillip Landon is deep into second-guessing his career choice, but his well-honed instincts see major flaws inside this missing person’s case. Surprising contacts, mysterious happenings, and threats can turn deadly. Can he keep Olivia safe, protect his heart, remove the job coach from someone’s target list, and adopt a faith he never knew all while adjusting to the new lives of his old family?


1.       Tell us a little about yourself and your background? Born in Philadelphia, I live in Southern New Jersey with my husband and rescue kitty.  I enjoy writing in the romantic suspense, suspense, and mystery genres, but when not writing, I can be found reading or playing amateur photographer. Inside Christian fiction, I bring an “average” family into extraordinary situations, brush with life-size strokes of reality, adding just a touch of humor, and coat with suspense. It is my goal to do enough research that I can give readers a panoramic view from inside law enforcement to provide character authenticity.

2.       Which writers inspire you? Many writers have drawn me into their character's world, and it was their stories that ignited my writer's spark.

3.       So, what have you written? Tell us all about REVENGE: As a job coach, it’s up to Olivia Foster to ensure her clients work in a safe environment, understand their positions, and serve their employer’s mission. The death of her brother drives her career choice, and she loves her job. It remains her only focus until one of her autistic clients goes missing. Then Olivia’s employer ends her position and adds her to the suspect list, but she makes plans to bring the missing young man home. Meanwhile, Detective Lt. Phillip Landon is deep into second-guessing his career choice, but his well-honed instincts see major flaws inside this missing person’s case. Surprising contacts, mysterious happenings, and threats can turn deadly. Can he keep Olivia safe, protect his heart, remove the job coach from someone’s target list, and adopt a faith he never knew all while adjusting to the new lives of his old family?

4.       Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special? Olivia Foster has a caring heart and is willing to sacrifice herself when she makes plans to bring her missing client home.

5.       Which actor/actress would you like to see playing the lead character from REVENGE? I can see Kristen Stewart as Olivia Foster, and I’d vote for James Franco to play Detective Lt. Phillip Landon!

6.       What draws you to inspirational romance/romantic suspense?  Faith and romance is a solid foundation and a wonderful story but adding suspense is a mystery lovers dream!

7.       What are you working on at the moment? Revenge was not crafted as a series, but these secondary characters are practically demanding their own stories. I’m finishing up a separate romantic suspense story.  Also, I’m sitting on a mystery that’s into the rewrite stage.

8.       When did you decide to become a writer? Writing flowed from years of reading as a child, and I often thought up stories even as a youngster.  However, I didn’t actively start to consider this a serious endeavor until much later in life, during a period of convalesce. It was my husband who encouraged me to write my stories in earnest.

9.       Where do the your ideas come from? I enjoy photography and could be considered amateur at best, and I’m not sure when or even how, but writing and pics became a blended pair.  Now, I must say not all of my stories come from or with photos, and sometimes, a perfect photo can’t always link a scene, but my muse tends to sketch a story from a picture, even if story doesn’t exactly link to that photo.  For instance, Revenge, came from a photo that showed only conveyer belts and one worker assisting another.  It could have been in anyplace and at anytime, but when I saw the photo a theme came to light . . . assistance.  It’s something everyone needs, at times. My thoughts automatically spiraled through “what ifs” scenarios and my story sketch was born. 

10.    Do you work according to an outline or are you a pantser? Mostly a pantser!  Sometimes, I know exactly where my story is going, but most times, I have only a loose idea and am surprised as things happen.  I sketch my characters out, but they don’t always stick to my plans.  For example, in Revenge, Olivia Foster was supposed to be a damsel in distress while the Police detective was drafted as an Alpha male.  What happened?  Olivia became daring and not one to be led, and the lead man decided that his background needed to be front and center, making him pensive, brooding, and someone I didn’t know.


Paula Rose provides inspiration through Christian romantic suspense stories where "average" families come into extraordinary situations, brushed with life-size strokes of reality and a touch of humor. Born in Philadelphia, she lives in Southern New Jersey with her husband and rescue kitty but often plays amateur photographer in both states.

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The Cowboys of Copper Mountain Series

by Jane Porter, Melissa McClone and Katherine Garbera


Three novellas and an unforgettable short story, now available together in one festive package!

A Cowboy For Christmas by Katherine Garbera

Annie Prudhomme never expected to be back in Marietta, MT and her family is fond of reminding her that she left them and the town behind in search of better things. A humiliating divorce that cost her everything she’d gained has driven her back home and her family isn’t about to welcome her back into the fold. She’s in town to rebuild the old home that she inherited and to move on once again.

Carson Scott never forgot Annie or the way she left. Now that she’s back in town he’s realizing that the old flame still burns hot but he can’t risk his heart the way he did last time now that he has his son to think about it. Being trapped together during a December snowstorm gives them a chance to rekindle their romance but is Annie back for good or is she just looking for a cowboy for Christmas?

Christmas At Copper Mountain by Jane Porter

Since the loss of her family in a plane crash, Harley Diekerhoff has led a quiet life and keeps to herself. Taking the temporary job at the Copper Mountain Ranch as widower Brock Sheenan’s housekeeper seems perfect for her. But her calm cocoon is invaded with the arrival of Brock’s pre-teen twins, Mack and Molly who’ve never experienced a proper Christmas and before she knows it, Harley’s determined to make their holiday perfect.

Annoyed at first by Harley’s interference, Brock is secretly pleased she’s changed Mack and Molly’s world. It doesn’t hurt that he finds Harley incredibly attractive, fierce, smart and passionate. It’s also an added bonus that she’s not afraid to challenge him and get his blood heated! But when sparks fly and the attractions sizzles between them, Harley’s not so sure she can handle something permanent with this dark, taciturn cowboy who doesn’t know how to let her in. But Brock is determined to hold on to her and praying for a Christmas miracle…

Home For Christmas by Melissa McClone

Ginger, nutmeg and cinnamon.

Rachel Murphy loves the scent of gingerbread baking almost as much as she enjoys creating custom edible houses at Christmastime. But she needs a bigger kitchen if she wants to make the most of her impromptu holiday business.

Enter Nate Vaughn, handsome venture capitalist turned Montana dude ranch owner and her brother’s boss. Nate’s commercial kitchen is perfect for the baker. And he thinks she might be perfect for him…as a business partner.

After being burned by a celebrity baker, Rachel’s wary of Nate’s interest in her gingerbread houses, not to mention his mistletoe kisses. She should leave the Bar V5 ranch and return to Arizona. Or can Nate convince her she’s already home?

Mistletoe Magic by Melissa McClone

Spending a quiet Christmas housesitting and reading novels about hot cowboys sounds perfect to Caitlin. Until a stray kitten brings her face-to-face with Noah, her crush from college. Watching the handsome vet in action melts Caitlin's heart and brings back long-forgotten emotion. She would be safer back at the house lost in the pages of a book. But a toe-curling mistletoe kiss tempts her to stay. Maybe she won't be spending this Christmas… alone.

Veterinarian Noah Sullivan isn't a Scrooge, but the Christmas Eve tradition of hanging mistletoe in the clinic's waiting room annoys him. Kissing doesn't belong at the Copper Mountain Animal Hospital. Noah rethinks his position when Caitlin Butler arrives with a stray kitten she found freezing in the snow. All he wants now is to maneuver the pretty preschool teacher under the mistletoe. If he's not careful, he'll wind up on Santa's naughty list.



Excerpt for Christmas at Copper Mountain:

“You okay, Miss Diekerhoff?”

Turning quickly, potato skins still dripping, Harley blinked back tears as she spotted Brock Sheenan standing by the fireplace, warming his hands.

Brock was a big man.  He was tall–six one or two—with broad shoulders, a wide muscular chest, and shaggy black hair.

Harley’s late husband, David, was Portuguese and darkly handsome, but David was always groomed and polished while the Montana rancher seemed disinclined to comb his hair, or bother with a morning shave.

The truth was, Brock Sheenan looked like a pirate, and never more so than now, with tiny snow flakes clinging to his wild hair and shadowed jaw.

“I’m fine,” she said breathlessly, embarrassed.  “I didn’t hear you come in.”

 “The faucet was on.” He rubbed his hands together, the skin red and raw.  “You’re not….crying…are you?”

She heard the uncomfortable note in his voice and cringed a little.  “No,” she said quickly, straightening and squaring her shoulders as she dumped the potato peels into the garbage.  “Everything’s wonderful.”

“So you’re not crying?”

“No,” she repeated crisply, drying her hands.  “Just peeling potatoes for dinner.”

Her gaze swept his big frame, seeing the powdered snow still clinging to the hem of his wrangler jeans peeking beneath his leather chaps and white glitter dusting his black brows.  His supple leather chaps weren’t for show.  It was frigid outside and he’d spent the week in the saddle driving the last herds of cattle from the back country to the valley down below so the cows could take shelter beneath trees.  “Can I get you something?”

“You don’t happen to have any coffee left from this morning that you could heat up?”

“I can make a fresh pot,” she said, grabbing the glass carafe to fill it with water.  “Want regular or decaf?”

He glanced at the clock mounted on the wall above the door and then out the window where the snow flurries were thickening, making it almost impossible to see the tall pine trees marking one corner of the yard. “Leaded,” he said.  “Make it strong, too.  It’s going to be a late night for me.”

She added the coffee grounds, and then hit the brew button.  “You’re heading back out?”

“I’m going to ride back up as soon as I get something warm in me.  Thought I’d take some of the breakfast coffee cake with me.  If there was anything left.”

“There is.”  She’d already wrapped the remaining slices in foil.  He wasn’t one to linger over meals, and he didn’t like asking for snacks between meals, either.   If he wanted something now, it meant he wouldn’t be back anytime soon.   But it was already after four.  It’d be dark within the hour.  “It’s snowing hard.”

“I won’t be able to sleep tonight if I don’t do a last check. The boys said we’ve got them all but I keep thinking we’re missing one or two of the young ones.  Have to be sure before I call it a night.”

Harley reached into a cupboard for one of the thermoses she sent with Brick on his early mornings.  “What time will you want dinner?”

“Don’t know when I’ll be back.  Could be fairly late, so just leave a plate in the oven for me.  No need for you to stay up.”  He bundled his big arms across his even bigger chest, a lock of thick black hair falling down over his forehead to shadow an equally dark eye.

There was nothing friendly or approachable about Brock when he stood like that.  His wild black hair, square jaw, and dark piercing gaze that gave him a slightly threatening air, but Harley knew better.  Men, even the most dangerous men, were still mortal.  They had goals, dreams, needs.  They tried, they failed.  They made mistakes.  Fatal mistakes.

 “Any of the boys going with you?” she asked, trying to sound casual as she wrapped a generous wedge of cheddar cheese in foil, and a hunk of the summer sausage he liked, so he’d have something more substantial than coffee cake for his ride.

He shook his head, then dragged a large calloused hand through the glossy black strands in a half-hearted attempt to comb the tangled strands smooth.  “No.”

 She gave him a swift, troubled look.

He shrugged.  “No point in putting the others in harm’s way.”

Her frown deepened. “What if you get into trouble?”

“I won’t.”

She arched her brows.

She ought to be intimidated by this shaggy beast of a man, but she wasn’t.  She’d had a husband—a daring, risk taking husband of her own—and his lapse in judgment had cost them all.  Dearly.

 “It’s dangerous out there,” she said quietly.  “You shouldn’t go alone.”

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Jane Porter’s bio:

USA Today, and New York Times bestselling author of 47 romances and women's fiction titles, Jane Porter has been a finalist for the prestigious RITA award five times, with her Tule Publishing novella, Take Me, Cowboy, winning the Novella Category July 2014. Jane today has over 12 million copies in print, including her wildly popular Flirting with Forty, a novel picked by Redbook Magazine as it's Red Hot Summer Read in 2006 before being turned into a Lifetime movie in 2008 starring Heather Locklear.
Jane holds an MA in Writing from the University of San Francisco and makes her home in sunny San Clemente, CA with her surfer husband three sons, and two dogs. You can learn more about Jane at

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Bio for Katherine Garbera

USA Today bestselling author Katherine Garbera is a two-time Maggie winner who has written more than 65 books. Writing is the chief focus of her time after her family and the only thing she likes more than working on her own books is reading other authors.  She is a frequent speaker at conferences and loves the opportunity to talk about writing with anyone who'll listen. A Florida native who grew up to travel the globe, Katherine now makes her home in the Midlands of the UK with her husband, two children and a very spoiled miniature dachshund.

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Bio for Melissa McClone:

Melissa McClone has published over thirty romance novels with Harlequin and Tule Publishing Group. She’s also been nominated for Romance Writers of America’s RITA® award. When she isn’t writing, you can usually find her driving her minivan to/from her children’s swim practices and other activities. She also sends care packages to deployed service members and fosters cats through a local no-kill animal shelter. Melissa lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, three school-aged children, two spoiled Norwegian Elkhounds and cats who think they rule the house. They do!



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The 13th Descent

The 13th Descent
by Ky Lehman





The revolutionary year following Serenay "Ren" Avalon's eighteenth birthday could rival Clark Kent's entire adolescence.

After her mother and her grandmother were killed in a car bomb explosion at the heart of their sleepy hillside town where nothing extraordinary usually happens, she discovers that her mother is actually alive and in hiding, her long lost father is a Father, and her best friend, who turns out was once an Archangel, has taken a gargantuan step back in his evolution to live on Earth with her for the past thirteen lifetimes. And besides being the only one in her immediate circle with a serious case of past life dementia, she learns that during her first lifetime, she was married to one of the greatest teachers history has ever known who is now the gorgeous lead singer of a hot new rock band taking the world by storm, and who is keen to meet up with her again in the twenty first century.

As Ren realizes that the powerful family name she bears also brings with it the promise of an unnatural death, she is reminded that it has always brought hope to people on both sides of the veil, human and Tor. As the world draws closer to being completely shrouded by the dark cloaks of her age-old enemies, the Bloodstones, she now, more than ever before, has to draw strength from her origins to protect her family and their ancient truth from this global force responsible for torturing and killing centuries of her ancestors.

As she struggles to unearth who she was, who she is, and who she chooses to be, as well as the expectations of her first mortal love and the heavenly love she has always guiltily denied, she has until midnight on the Solstice find a way to bring light to a compromised heart and to a world on the brink of perpetual darkness.

This first book in The Rosefire Trilogy by debut YA author, Ky Lehman, is a reminder of how the choices we make in the throes of love, loss, hope, and adversity are what makes the divine human, and the human divine.


“Come on, Renay! You’re as slow as a wet week,” she snaps.

“Right behind you,” I grumble, trying to coax my jelly legs to step out of the car.

She bustles us inside and disarms her house alarm. She grabs my hand, leads me straight to the navy blue comfy couch and gestures for me to sit. “Drink?” she asks.

“No, thanks.”

She goes to the kitchen and gets me a tall glass of water anyway.

Then everything goes from strange to downright bizarre when she sits down, squishes in next to me, puts her arm around my shoulders and rests her cheek on my hair. I am wedged in-between her and the armrest: I couldn’t move if I tried, and I honestly don’t want to. Hugs from my one and only aunt are like sunny days in the winter. They are rare. They are warm. They smell of cream and cinnamon. They go by too quickly. And you know you’ll have to wait a while for the next one.

“Look at me, Renay,” she gently commands. Bleary eyed, she carefully scans my face and sighs.

It seems she is already regretting what she is yet to say. A chill of forewarning forces a shiver: it sets my heart pounding and my legs that have finally regained feeling start to twitch and shake, preparing to run. She senses my panic and holds me tighter, and starts to softly hum a familiar tune that Nanna must have used to calm her down too. Slowly, the dread resides and the warmth returns. My stiff posture thaws allowing me to slump into her side. Realising she has been given the green light, she takes a deep breath and starts talking.

Aunt Romey has never been one to beat around the bush. Simple English. No fluff. The bare facts followed by her opinion of them. But this time, the candour I usually appreciate brings with it a realisation that hits me so hard, that, for the first time since the bomb went off, I am relieved the undercooked takeout chicken kept me home that night.

Bedtime stories that once lulled me into sweet dreams now leave me feeling cold, heavy and sick.

Horrifying truth gives a voice to the intoxicated mutterings of a grieving husband and father.

Nanna’s fairy tales.

Georgie Pa’s drunken rants.

All of the frayed strands and loose ends I’ve obliviously left hanging tangle and weave into the blood stained tapestry that is Aunt Romey’s history lesson.

Three versions of the same unfathomable story, each with its own conclusion. The fairy tale ends in hope.

The drunken rant ends in fear.

And the history lesson will only end with the death of the Three Roses, who my newfound enemies believe are Nanna, Mum and me.

Surrounded by the ghosts of our ancestors and their vindicating screams, I cling to the only olive branch within reach.

Mum may be on the run, but she is alive and well.

But the sinewy little branch is not strong enough to bear the weight of centuries of lost life. It snaps, and I limply fall into large, familiar, bloodstained hands that carry me off into the black quiet.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

KY LEHMAN is a novelist, a children's author, a teacher of swimming and water safety, wife to her high school sweetheart and the proud mother of their three very tall sons. She lives in the Yarra Ranges, Victoria, Australia with her husband and their children where she is currently writing the second book in The Rosefire Trilogy, The 13th Rising.



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Wednesday, December 17, 2014

The Other Man

 The Other Man -- Book Two of the Sins of the Flesh Series
eLectio Publishing, released December 16, 2014
Genre: Inspirational Fiction/ Romance
About The Author
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Parker J. Cole is a writer and radio show host who spends most of her time reading, knitting, writing, cooking, and concocting new ideas for stories. Her first novel, Dark Cherub, won Best of Spring Reading 2013 from eMediaCampaigns. She lives in Michigan with her husband and their beloved dog, Sarah.
About The Book
book cover Leah Westwood loves her husband Jacob with all her heart, even as the smoldering glances of her ex-flame Vincent Miller continue to affect her. What she once shared with Vincent threatens to rip apart the bonds she is trying to build with her husband. Jacob's heart belongs to Leah, but his body refuses to accept that. Rachel is the one who has been his mainstay at the most difficult times in his life. How could he leave her alone? Vincent wants Leah back and all he has to do is watch and wait as Jacob and Leah's relationship unravels. Ultimately, Leah must make a choice . . . between fantasy and fidelity.
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