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The Other Side of Him – Blitz

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Historical
Fiction, Historical Mystery
Publisher: California Country Press
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A
smart, successful girl finds herself trapped in dangerous relationship with a
stalker.
It’s
the middle of the twentieth century, World War II is finally over, and Claire
Wagner is on the brink of an exciting new life. With a well-deserved
scholarship in hand, and much to her immigrant mother’s dismay, Claire flees
the Chicago tenements for a prestigious graduate school program in California.
At
first Claire keeps her nose tucked firmly into her books, but when her brother
asks for a favor, she reluctantly agrees to a blind date. Greg turns out to be
handsome, successful, and rich—and he’s definitely smitten with Claire. He
introduces her to a sophisticated world she thought only existed in the movies,
and before she knows it she’s trading her bobby socks and German home cooking
for black silk and caviar.
When
Greg starts to show signs that he’s not as perfect as he appeared, Claire’s
friends urge her to overlook his occasional short temper and controlling
behavior. But the warning signs pile up, building to a crisis that will test
even Claire’s power to persevere.
Inspired
by true events and steeped in the details of the 1950s, when vulnerable women
weren’t protected by the law or society, The Other Side of Him is a provocative
look at how darkness can lie under the most polished exteriors.
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the Author

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Alice
Rene wrote her award-winning memoir, Becoming Alice, after a grandson
interviewed her about her early life when Hitler marched into Vienna,
foreshadowing in WWII. She followed this work with a historical fiction/ romantic a thriller inspired by true events, The Other Side of Him. The working title of
her next book at this time is The Lieutenant from Podolia.
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Reveal Me, Sir by Laylah Roberts – Reboot release

 

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Reveal Me Sir by Laylah Roberts OUT NOW!

 

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BLURB:
All she wanted was a quiet life…
Ria is a magnet for trouble. She’s on the run, living a secret life. She’s being blackmailed by an asshole.
And she’s pretty certain the newest Dom at Club Indulgence is a thief, a private investigator or a cop.
She’s not sure which is worse. And that is exactly why she should stay away from him. Too bad he’s an irresistible blend of geeky and alpha, gentle and stern, hot and hotter.
Yep, trouble just follows her around.
He was the perfect undercover operative…
Everyone overlooked or underestimated him. This should be a simple op. Go in, find who was stealing money from Club Indulgence and leave.
Easy, right?
Well, it might have been if not for a secretive sexy little sub with way too much attitude and eyes that had seen far too much.
She roused his protective instincts, she pulled at the Dominant inside him and her past was enough to make most men run.
But she’d do well to remember not to underestimate him.
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EXCERPT:

“I’m putting the alarm in, Ria.”

“I can’t afford it,” she told him honestly.

“Did I say you needed to pay for it?”

She folded her arms across her chest. Seemed like they were headed towards an argument and she felt like she was on the back foot, being naked and all.

“Listen—” She tried to climb off his lap and he grabbed hold of her hips.

“Did I say you could move, little subbie?” His voice was dark. Commanding.

Her stomach tightened.

“You can’t Dom me into agreeing to this.”

“Dom you into it?” He shook his head. “You’re my sub. We’re signing a contract together. A contract that gives me certain rights. One of which is to protect you. You get into trouble, you need help then I provide that. Protection. Comfort. Discipline. That all comes from me. Part of that protection includes a security alarm. And since I am insisting that you get said security alarm then I will pay for it.”

“It doesn’t seem right,” she said stubbornly.

He raised his eyebrows. “You change your mind about signing the contract?”

“You know I haven’t and that’s not fair.”

“Never said I play fair, wildcat.”

She sighed. “You can’t get your way all the time.”

“Oh, I don’t think there’s any worry about that. You’re stubborn enough to fight me on plenty of things. But you won’t be fighting me on anything to do with safety, understand?”

About the Author:
Laylah Roberts grew up in rural New Zealand. She worked her way through several libraries, devouring romance books. She finally worked up the courage to write her own story and she’s never looked back. She loves dominant, Alpha men who meet their match in her strong heroines. When she’s not writing, she’s busy running after her young daughter and trying to tame her never-ending pile of laundry.
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Pretty Reckless – Blitz

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All Saints High, Book One
New Adult Romance
Date
Published:
April 29, 2019
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We
were supposed to be best friends But turned out to be worst enemies…
Penn
They
say revenge is a dish best served cold.
I’d
had four years to stew on what Daria Followhill did to me, and
now
my heart was completely iced.
I
took her first kiss.
She
took the only thing I loved.
I
was poor.
She
was rich.
The
good thing about circumstances? They can change. Fast.
Now,
I’m her parents’ latest shiny project.
Her
housemate. Her tormentor. The captain of the rival football team she hates so
much.
Yeah,
baby girl, say it—I’m your foster brother.
There’s
a price to pay for ruining the only good thing in my life, and she’s about to
shell out some serious tears.
Daria
Followhill thinks she is THE queen. I’m about to prove to her that she’s
nothing but a spoiled princess.
Daria
Everyone
loves a good old unapologetic punk.
But
being a bitch? Oh, you get slammed for every snarky comment, cynical eye roll,
and foot you put in your adversaries’ way.
The
thing about stiletto heels is that they make a hell of a dent when you walk all
over the people who try to hurt you.
In
Penn Scully’s case, I pierced his heart until he bled out, then left it in a
trash can on a bright summer day.
Four
years ago, he asked me to save all my firsts for him.
Now
he lives across the hall, and I want nothing more than to be his last
everything.
His
parting words when he gave me his heart were that nothing in this world is
free.
Now?
Now he is making me pay.
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LJ
Shen is a USA Today and Washington Post bestseller of over a dozen books. Her
books are translated into more than 10 languages.
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A River Between Us – Blitz

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Sweet
Romance, Contemporary Romance, Women’s Fiction
The
Riverview Series, Book 2
Publisher:
Y&R Publishing/Arrow Book Works
Published:
March 2019
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Holly
freaks out when she and her date show up at the same restaurant as her
husband-even though they’re separated. Unable to hide, Holly reveals the
secrets that sent her running from the love of her life years ago. Divorce
papers or wedding rings? Once Justin finds out why she ran away from Riverview,
he might make that decision for her.
Other
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Why
The River Runs
The
Riverview Series, Book 1
Publisher:
Y&R Publishing
Some
call this river a taker of souls, a reaper. Sanguine is the Spanish word for
blood and God knows plenty has been spilled in its murky depths. As Tina floats
on her back, she couldn’t help but feel its more of an artery, giving life to
its limbs.
Not
everyone would agree.
Tough
as nails, Tina Foster, doesn’t have time for a relationship. She’s far too busy
running her family construction company. Tina’s take charge attitude may
intimidate some, but to others, she’s a rock, a woman with a plan. Taming a
heart this strong will take a man up for a challenge, and so far, there haven’t
been too many contenders worthy of her time.
Bo
Galloway is returning to Riverview after a rough few years. He’s home to take
care of his grandmother and prays for a chance at redemption and a fresh start.
Untrusting of most women, he doesn’t know what to think of his new boss. He
definitely didn’t expect to admire Tina Foster. Bo’s only shot at getting Tina
to notice him is to be as strong as she is.
Just
like the waters of the Sanguine, Bo and Tina must find their flow. Will the
waters sweep away their only chance at true love, or nourish a relationship as
steady as the river itself?
 
Excerpt
Four
years ago, down by the river.
Holly’s
stomach turned cartwheels as she faced Justin Meyers and held his hands.
The
minister cleared his throat and smiled. “Repeat after me. I, Holly Grace
Combs…”
“I,
Holly Grace Combs…” Thank God he said her name. She might’ve forgotten it, as
nervous as she was.
“Take
you, Justin Alexander Meyers…”
“Take
you, Justin Alexander Meyers…”
“As
my lawfully wedded husband.”
Husband.
Holy hell. Justin would be her husband; to have and to hold until death they
did part. She said the words, meant them with all her heart. Justin had been
the great love of her life since they were kids playing house together. College
had pulled them apart the last couple years, but as he repeated his vows back
to her, she knew this was the right thing to do.
The
Sanguine River flowed behind them as the preacher pronounced them man and wife
and Holly kissed her best friend since childhood in the presence of her brother
and his flavor of the week.
“Now,
y’all don’t get me wrong,” said the preacher with a wide smile that shined as
bright as the moon on the river. “I don’t mind performin’ this ceremony ‘cause
I’ve known it was comin’ since you was both runnin’ ‘round the playground at
church. But y’all might wanna tell your parents b’fore you file the actual paperwork.
I usually don’t do this without the license. But you got your witnesses present
and it’s better than you kids livin’ in sin, I guess. You’re married in God’s
eyes; that’s what counts.” He slapped Justin on the back and left with Hunter
and his girlfriend.
Holly
and Justin stayed hand-in-hand, staring at each other with matching grins, the
water flowing gently behind them. She loved his smile. She loved that special
spark in his eyes when he smiled at her. No one else saw it. Only Holly.
“We’re
married,” he whispered.
“Yeah,
seems that way.” Holly met his dark hazel eyes and bit her bottom lip.
Justin
ran his fingers over her cheek and through her hair. “I love you, Honeycomb.
Always have, always will.”
“I
love you too.” His hand cupped her cheek and she kissed his palm. “Our parents
are going to freak out.”
“I’m
not worried about it.”
She
let out a huff of air. “You never worry about anything.” Which was why she
worried about everything.
They
laughed and kissed until excitement turned into desire. Justin rented a hotel
room down the river and they didn’t come up for air until the next afternoon.
Holly
lay naked in the bed, her legs intertwined with Justin’s. “We have to get back
to reality.”
Justin
propped his head up on his elbow and frowned. “Yeah. We should tell our
parents, and our friends…and you should make sure Lance isn’t going to be an
issue.”
Chills
vanquished all the elation from the last twenty-four hours. It was time to face
her ex-boyfriend once and for all.
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JoAnna
Grace lives in a world of alpha males and strong females where true love
conquers all–at least in her mind!
From
the time she started holding a crayon she began to create magical worlds. Her
first book was a series of pictures about a puppy princess. The story changed
each time she told it, but there was always a happy ending! Her first written
story was about girls who changed into tigers. 
Hmmm…
Guess some concepts stick around even into adulthood. Now those stories have
become a bit more complex!
JoAnna’s
tales are spun at her home in East Texas where she lives with her husband,
three kids, a couple dogs and a few fish. When not hiding behind the computer
screen you can find her camping, boating, and shopping.
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The Frights of Fiji – Blitz

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 Alyssa McCarthy’s Magical Missions, Book 1
Middle-Grade Fantasy
Published: October 2018 Second Edition
Publisher: S.A. Prasad Publishing
 
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A Modern Magical World Awaits…
Life changes for twelve-year-old Alyssa McCarthy when she discovers magic—something nobody has ever believed in. Strange incidents occur, hinting that a sorcerer is out on the loose. That warlock kidnaps Alyssa from her uncle’s home and takes her to an enchanted Fiji Island called Yanowic.
The only way she can overthrow him is to fight perilous creatures as well as track the other wizards using magical technology. But unless she succeeds, Alyssa will remain trapped in the nation.
Originally published in 2013, the book has been updated to its full potential while keeping the same storyline.
Excerpt
Rain banged against the window. Alyssa looked up from washing her lunch dishes and stared at it. At least she could daydream while no one else noticed. After all, how else would she spend life without family fun—or even love? Her uncle enforced strict and unfair rules. Alyssa longed for the kind of life she’d lived before her parents had died in a car crash five years ago. She’d only been seven at that time, and now she couldn’t experience things like many children her age. Unless . . . she could find her godfather’s phone number and secretly call him. She hadn’t talked to him ever since she’d also lost her aunt three years ago. But she recalled his kind attitude. Her parents had even designated him as a legal guardian. But something seemed off with the raindrops. They turned grayish blue and darkened into black, looking as if ink fell from the sky. Alyssa leaned closer, squinting to determine the shapes it formed on the window. The rain formed—letters. No. That couldn’t happen. But a message formed as the rain plopped on other parts of the window. Nature couldn’t change its laws, right? Yet, the message finished putting itself together. Alyssa gasped at what it said.
 Your life will never be the same again, Alyssa McCarthy, as magic will interfere.
 What? Alyssa had never believed in magic. She’d been told at a young age that it hadn’t existed. Everyone on Orion Street was ordinary—at least, Alyssa had thought that ever since she’d moved here, right after her parents’ deaths.   Turning around, she saw her babysitter, Mrs. Hutchinson, examine the kitchen floor. Alyssa’s eleven-year-old cousin, Hailey, watched the progress. Hailey had mopped the floor. Would she earn a break now? Ever since her uncle, Bruce, had hired Mrs. Hutchinson, Mrs. Hutchinson had admired the way Hailey had done her chores more than Alyssa.  “Hailey, you can take a break until your next chore,” said Mrs. Hutchinson. “Alyssa, get back to work. You’ve been staring at the rain for too long.”  “Okay.” Alyssa turned back—only to see the message gone and the rain back to its normal transparency.   “What did I say?” asked Mrs. Hutchinson.  Alyssa sighed. “Fine, I’ll finish washing the dishes.”  She scrubbed her dish and glass with soap under warm running water. Her eyes focused on just those. No way would she want Mrs. Hutchinson to catch her looking out the window again. Mrs. Hutchinson was only in her sixties, but she’d sometimes seem to forget that was 2010 and not 1960 with her guidelines. Yet, it had taken Alyssa a while to realize that she wouldn’t even tolerate the mildest kind of nonsense, such as getting distracted by a windowpane when having to perform chores.  Now that she finished washing her dishes, Alyssa put them to the side and grabbed some paper towels to dry them.  “What do you think you’re doing?” Mrs. Hutchinson asked.  Alyssa stopped. “I’m just—”  “The last few times I was here, you left little bits of food on your dishes.”   “But they were stuck.”
 “Let me inspect them. Also, if something is rubbery, you have to wash it again.”  “Why?”  “Because clean dishes aren’t supposed to be rubbery. And boy, did you do such a sloppy job. Look at that stain on your sweater.”  Alyssa looked down.  “That looks like chocolate.”   Alyssa blushed and arched her eyebrows.  “Hey—it’s just water.” She covered the stain at the bottom of her sweater’s V-neck.  But Mrs. Hutchinson waved her index finger. “Don’t you ‘hey’ me, Alyssa. That’s rude. In my days, kids respected their elders. We never would dare talk to them that way unless we didn’t mind them smacking our bottoms.”  “Things change.”   “Not when I’m here, they don’t. Now let me do my inspection.”  Great—an inspection! How long would Mrs. Hutchinson take? She might spend a couple minutes or maybe twenty. Alyssa crossed her arms and tapped her foot. She wanted her break now. She wished to read, rest, do a small craft, like lanyards—anything but wait for Mrs. Hutchinson to finish her task.  “Mrs. Hutchinson?” Alyssa asked.  “Whatever you need to say, wait till I’m done,” she said.   Alyssa sighed. She continued to watch Mrs. Hutchinson run her finger down the middle of the front of the dish. She then rubbed it back and forth. When she put it down and nodded, Alyssa figured out that the dish had nothing on it.  Mrs. Hutchinson spent a few minutes of running her finger down the glass. She put it down and turned to Alyssa. “You’re good. Now what did you want to tell me?”  “Um . . . if I tell you, can you not give me a hard time?”   “Okay.”  “There was writing on the window.”  Mrs. Hutchinson pursed her lips and tilted her head. “Really?”  “Yeah.”  “Nonsense.”   “No, really, it was there.”   “There was nothing there when I came, and there’s nothing there right now. So don’t tell me stories.”  “But it’s not a story.”  “I don’t want to hear any more. Now it’s time for your next chore.”  “Aw, but I wanted my break.”  “Too bad. You have to go vacuum the living room.”  Alyssa dragged her feet toward the living room and took the vacuum from the corner. She cleaned and thought about that writing as well as how Mrs. Hutchinson wouldn’t believe her. Would a nicer babysitter have believed her? Mrs. Hutchinson had watched her and Hailey for three years, and not once had she smiled or assisted with anything.   After vacuuming the carpet for about five minutes, Alyssa decided that she had tidied the floor enough. So she stopped and put the vacuum away.  “Hailey, you and Alyssa need to go get the mail now!” Mrs. Hutchinson called, facing the staircase.   “Coming!” cried Hailey.
Another rule Uncle Bruce had placed on Alyssa and Hailey was they could only go outside together. He worried about people taking them or something, even though Alyssa would turn thirteen next month. But that rule had been placed because a few months ago, Uncle Bruce had heard about a seventeen-year-old boy who had been shot while skateboarding in his neighborhood. Violence could even happen here in Bursnell, New Jersey.  Hailey and Alyssa headed to the closet and put their raincoats on until Mrs. Hutchinson said, “It stopped raining outside.”  “Already?” asked Alyssa.  “Yes.” Mrs. Hutchinson went to the bathroom.   The girls walked outside toward the mailbox. Alyssa pulled the mail and headed back toward the door. But mud bubbled from the ground near the house. It piled up, looking like horse manure, and grew as more soil emerged. Alyssa dropped her jaw and stared at it.  “Alyssa, what’s going on?” Hailey asked.   “No idea,” said Alyssa.  The dirt stopped piling up, but it continued to bubble, and the effects spread throughout the whole pile. The bubbles stopped popping up and down. Alyssa and Hailey gasped as they expanded. They kept their mouths open as the bubbles merged together, each one attached to another, forming a single bigger shape. Alyssa and Hailey stepped back as the now giant bubble swelled. And it . . . popped! Particles of exploding mud landed on the girls. They shrieked.  The front door opened to reveal a glowering Mrs. Hutchinson. “What the heck have you two been doing?”   “T-the mud . . . it e-exploded,” said Hailey.   “Nonsense!” growled Mrs. Hutchinson. “Get inside!”  The girls returned inside, pulling and wiping the mud out of their hair. Alyssa could spot the mud in her straight pale-blonde tresses, unlike Hailey, who likely needed more patience to search for globs in her elbow-length red locks. But Alyssa’s hair fell a few inches past her hips, so cleaning out the mud would take longer, even with the shorter layers in the front.  “How could dirt explode?” Mrs. Hutchinson stomped.   “I-I think it was magic!” exclaimed Alyssa.  “There’s no such thing as magic!” screamed Mrs. Hutchinson. “Alyssa, you’re twelve years old. You’re too old to say things like that!”  “But nothing else can make mud explode!” Alyssa said.  “Mrs. Hutchinson, we swear it did!” whined Hailey.   “Enough!” snapped Mrs. Hutchinson. “You and Hailey—go upstairs and take showers!”  Alyssa followed Hailey up the stairs and heaved a sigh. How else would the mud have splattered all over them? Mrs. Hutchinson couldn’t have thought they’d play in the mud like small children.  “Alyssa, can I shower first?” asked Hailey.   “Sure,” said Alyssa.  As Hailey strode into the bathroom, Alyssa walked into her room. She scratched more mud off her skinny jeans (the only jeans she’d worn ever since they’d come into style) and the back of her hand. She stood by her bed since she wanted to keep it clean.  She considered the writing on the window and the exploding mud. Someone wanted magic to interfere with her life, but who, and how come?
 Also, why hadn’t she ever seen wizardry before? Why would her parents and others tell her that it hadn’t existed? Did sorcery just start on earth? Had it hidden somewhere? There had to be some reason why no one had ever believed in it.  Alyssa thought about the possibility that maybe magic might only interfere if she stayed here in her uncle’s house. Maybe if her godfather could arrange with his lawyer to let her move in with him, sorcery would hopefully leave her alone. However, unlike science, anything could occur with magic, which meant that it could follow her wherever she went.   The sound produced by the bathroom’s running water ended, which let Alyssa know that Hailey had finished. Now she could have a turn.  After about five minutes showering, Alyssa stepped out and headed back to her room. She put on leggings and a long shirt. But she gasped at something appearing out of nowhere on her bed. Now that had to have come from . . . magic.  Approaching it, she saw that it was a folded piece of paper. She opened it and read it. Hello Alyssa McCarthy, You must be wondering about the writing on your window, the exploding mud, and the note that appeared here. Who was responsible for them? You’ll find out at some point. Anonymous
 Anonymous? How dare someone create incidents and not say his or her name! Alyssa needed to know his or her identity in order to report him or her. She didn’t want strange, magical occurrences to keep happening.  Regardless of that, now she had proof to Mrs. Hutchinson that the writing and exploding mud had occurred. Mrs. Hutchinson had seen her write before, and this looked nothing like hers. She handwrote in a half-print and half-script style. This, however, was pure print. Alyssa jogged down the stairs and carried the note. “Mrs. Hutchinson, I have something to show you.”   “Not right now, Alyssa.” Mrs. Hutchinson left the kitchen. “You and Hailey have to go wash my car.”  “But it’s quick.”  “You can show me after you’re done with my car.” Mrs. Hutchinson turned to Hailey, who emptied the dishwasher and put dishes away. “Are you almost done?”  “I think so,” said Hailey.  “How many dishes do you have left?” asked Mrs. Hutchinson.  “Uh . . .” Hailey looked at the top rack. “Four.”  “Okay, hurry up.” Mrs. Hutchinson turned to Alyssa. “Why don’t you go put that piece of paper away?”  “But this is what I need to show you.”   “Do I have to repeat what I said before?”   “But—”  “Alyssa, do as you’re told.” Mrs. Hutchinson pointed to the staircase.  Alyssa sighed. This note contained so much crucial information. Only that paper itself had evidence to show that those incidents had occurred.
 After putting the note back in her room, Alyssa headed down the stairs and walked with Hailey toward the garage. The two grabbed sponges, buckets, and soap for washing cars. They filled the buckets with water and scrubbed Mrs. Hutchinson’s car.  “I wish we had another babysitter,” muttered Alyssa.   “What was on the piece of paper?” asked Hailey.  Alyssa told her.   “Who wrote it?”  “There was no name on it. Just ‘anonymous.’”  A girl whistling turned Alyssa’s attention away from the car. She leaned her head toward the sidewalk and saw her friend from grade school, Madison Jennings, riding her scooter.  “Hi, Alyssa,” said Madison. The wind blew her long dark-brown waves across her face. She stopped at Alyssa’s driveway, and her hair went limp. Hailey and Alyssa ran up to greet her and ask how she’d been.  “I just moved onto Draco Drive a few days ago,” Madison referred to a road off Orion Street.  “So how do you like the middle school?” asked Alyssa.   “Oh, I go to Catholic school now,” said Madison. “What about you?”  “Hailey and I are homeschooled now,” said Alyssa. “I never got to tell you.”  “That’s okay,” said Madison. “So you guys want to come over to my house on Saturday?”  “What time?” asked Alyssa.  “I’ll ask my mom and let you know,” said Madison. “Okay, bye, guys. Nice seeing you again.” She rode back in the direction she’d come from as Hailey and Alyssa waved goodbye to her.  After washing the car for another ten minutes, Alyssa and Hailey cleaned up and walked back inside. A snore suggested to Alyssa that Mrs. Hutchinson slept. Huh? She never napped while babysitting.  Alyssa strode toward the living room and saw Mrs. Hutchinson asleep on one of the couches. Hailey followed her. “Why is Mrs. Hutchinson sleeping?”   “I don’t know,” said Alyssa.  “Can you show me the note?”  Alyssa nodded and led her up the stairs. She opened her door but gasped at what she saw. The note that she’d left on her bed was gone.  “Where’s the note?” asked Hailey.  “It was right there,” Alyssa pointed to the bed.  But another piece of paper appeared onto the mattress. Alyssa picked it up and read it.
Hello again, Alyssa,
I have put your babysitter to sleep to reveal magic to you. You’ll find out why she is sleeping later. Anonymous
 “Not again,” mumbled Alyssa. “Why won’t they say their name?” She showed the note to Hailey.  “Let’s go call my dad before anything happens,” said Hailey.
 How much worse could this get? Alyssa thought as she follows.
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About the Author

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Sunayna Prasad has published a few books between her late teens and her mid-twenties. She has won a Pacific Book Review Award for her novel, Wizardry Goes Wild, which will return as a new edition, like From Frights to Flaws. Sunayna also has a blog on different creative and entertaining topics, including writing and fiction. It is called “Sunayna Prasad’s Blog”.
Aside from writing, Sunayna also likes to cook, do art, and watch videos online. She has graduated from college in May 2017 and is looking to continue more writing as well as hold a job soon. Sunayna lives on Long Island, NY.
 
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