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Realms of Edenocht: Descendants and Heirs Blitz

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Action Adventure Fantasy

Date Published: April 2020

Publisher: Rosecrest Publishing


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As the descendants and heirs unite and fortify one another with their
special skills, they find themselves in the heart of the center realm,
Ebassia. The recently deceased King has left the enormous duty of ruling
such a vast realm to his daughter, Oladesni, who has only the head
Necromancer of the Velsharoon as her mentor. With an unrelenting desire to
be released from her own prison, Isot leader of the Velsharoon uses the
coronation of the new queen as her opportunity to execute the Binding of the
Crypt spell through the Pact of the Everlasting. Shaz and his company of
elemental mages and miniature warriors must find a way to stop the
Necromancer from committing an unthinkable act of mass murder. The company
is thwarted by one thing after another and must race against time to stop


About the Author

DS Johnson is an artist, illustrator, entrepreneur, and author of the
Realms of Edenocht series for Young Adults. With over a decade of writing
Young Adult novels and graphic design and an avid online role-playing gamer,
DS Johnson has years of experience in the art of fantasy make believe and a
love for the genre of role playing games and has endeavored to bring to life
in action adventure novel form the love of the game. With quotes like
‘WOW, now that was pleasantly unexpected!’ With the natural
sense of leveling up your character and developing your skills, DS Johnson
has successfully combined the art of fantasy and role playing in a
remarkable series for young and old readers. Even if you’re not a
role-playing gamer, you will find the books Realms of Edenocht utilizes the
traditional, but exciting story telling techniques with skill and flare all
readers will love. DS Johnson works from home and enjoys family life and the
creative process.


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Paranormal Suspense

Published: June 2020

Publisher: World Castle Publishing


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Down on his luck former police detective turned private investigator Peter
Cunningham thought the beautiful Abigail Mitchell was just another crazy
client. Now he’s entangled in an ancient conspiracy that dates back to
the Salem Witch Trials, a far cry from the simple assault case the woman
wanted him to solve.

His budding romance with the witch Abigail will have to be put aside as he
travels the Pacific Northwest with estranged friend and former partner Kelly
Martinez to discover who these people are and their goals.

A coin, a five-year-old case, the Malleus Maleficarum, televangelist and
motivational speaker Tony O’Stein, Pope Innocent VIII, and a secret
society all tie back to a tragedy from Peter’s childhood and he will
need to figure out what it all means and a solution.

Though many witches live amongst us, they are also part of a secret society
but their clandestine organization seems to have been discovered which has
led to a new wave of persecution. Internal tensions were already high and
the attacks have only exasperated the issues. Peter must expose the members
of the conspiracy and thwart their nefarious plans before an even bigger
tragedy strikes.


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About the Author

James Kirst lives in the Evergreen State in a humble little abode within
the forested city of Dupont. There, he earned his Master’s Degree at
the University of Washington. Commuting up north to Tacoma, he has worked as
a senior programmer and software development lead for almost ten

With a borderline obsessive interest in the paranormal, James has conducted
an intensive study on the subject. To that end, he has visited some of the
most haunted places in the United States including Salem, the LaLaurie
Mansion of New Orleans, and his personal favorite, the Shanghai Tunnels of
Portland, Oregon.

As an avid fan of mystery both in fiction and in real life, he has done
extensive research into police procedurals, the machinations of detective
work, and life as a private investigator.

A big sports fan, James is sure to either be watching or participating in
one when not writing about or educating himself in one of the aforementioned
subjects. In fact, he has won multiple championships in bowling and
slow-pitch softball and has made several appearances as a softball All-Star
where he was given the privilege of playing in Cheney Stadium. He is still
seeking that elusive kickball title, however.

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Gods of the Gridiron, Book 1

Sports Romance, Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 28, 2020


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They don’t call him Ares for no reason!

Travis Redmond, the ram of a running back for the Atlanta Gladiators, may
be a lot of things—hot-headed, arrogant, rash—but a cheater
isn’t one of them. Until cheating is the only option he has to save his
brother, Tucker, from the clutches of a dangerous criminal mastermind.

When his impulsive actions get him an UNSPORTSMANLIKE CONDUCT penalty and
he ends up suspended and back in his hometown of San Antonio, Texas, the
last person he expected to see again was Skyla Larson, his former classmate
from Brevidge High.

Skyla isn’t the shy girl he remembers from Biology. She’s changed after a
decade and man, is she scorching hot now… and with the sass to go
along with it too! Sly little Sky’s got a few secrets of her own,
including a particular person she’s investigating as Atlanta’s
assistant district attorney.

Their reunion and bar-side banter are short-lived though as these two
suddenly find themselves running for their lives…and falling in love on
top of that!

Love has poor timing, especially when they have everything to lose
including their hearts… The “god of war” may have found
something worth fighting for—the mighty Aphrodite of his.



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Travis Redmond sat at the bar, beer in hand, feeling like the biggest loser
in the NFL. He’d gotten formally suspended this time after he’d
pulled his helmet off and gone nose to nose with a player on the field,
during a game, in front of eighty-thousand plus fans.

Yeah, he’d been wrong. Yeah, he’d been angry. Yeah, he’d
been throwing the game…intentionally. And Pollux Reed had called him out
for it. But dammit, he had no idea what Travis was going through and why
he’d done what he had. He was tired of the talk behind his back and
when Reed had mumbled that bullshit under his breath, Trav had seen red and
went at him before he could even think.

He’d only been playing for the Gladiators for a month now and he was
being scrutinized, his motives questioned—like they’d been
before he’d gotten traded from the Stallions. But no one understood
what was happening, what a shit-show his little brother had gotten the two
of them into. There were some dark and shady men at the center of this whole
scandal, and if Travis didn’t play his cards right, Tucker’s
life was at stake. He had to do what they said, had to subtly throw the
games, had to keep the facade going. The alternative was unthinkable.

For now, Travis was simply biding his time and looked back over to Hank,
the bartender of Gunslingers, the current bar he was in, here in his
hometown of San Antonio, Texas. He’d needed a break from all the heat
he was in, back in Atlanta, using the excuse to come out and visit his
family and catch up with his former teammates. 

Tonight, Trav was meeting up with a friend he used to play with on the
Stallions—his former QB, Judd Gilbert. He’d be heading back to
Georgia in a couple days’ time.

Travis checked his phone again, all too aware of the eyes that kept coming
back to him. He was as inconspicuous as a famous football player and
record-breaking running back could be in his backwards ball cap and shades,
despite that it was so dark in the place that he could barely see. The tight
Nike t-shirt and jeans probably didn’t help. Judd hadn’t texted
him back, although Travis had been at the bar for about twenty minutes now,

“Is it true? Were you throwing that game like they said?” Hank
asked, leaning over the half-empty bar top, polishing a beer stein.

“What the fuck do you think?” Trav grumbled and looked around.
“You know me. You know I ain’t like that!” It hurt that
people had no more faith in him than they did…even if it were true.

“I know, but it sure don’t seem that way. You shouldn’t
have fumbled that ball, Trav.”

“What do you do for a living?” When Hank paused, Trav buried
the hatchet. “You pour fucking liquor into glasses. Why don’t
you do that and stop telling me how to do my job? When you bust your ass on
that field every Sunday, then we can talk. Until then, shut the hell
up.” Travis looked away, his heart hurting at the acid dripping from
his lips. He had to make this seem legit though or Tucker was a dead man.
They’d warned him and warned him and warned him. And Tucker was in
their grasp now. They could put a bullet through his head in the blink of an
eye if Travis acted suspiciously. They’d already sent him a pinky toe
in the mail. He assumed it was his brother’s but couldn’t verify
it for a fact. They could be bluffing, but he knew them too well; they
hadn’t bluffed prior to now.

Travis pulled his shades off and looked around, narrowing his eyes at the
onlookers, almost growling like a cornered dog. Yeah, it’s me fuckers,
Travis fuckin’ Redmond! In the flesh, he wanted to shout but took
another sip of beer instead, back home and up to no good, he thought to

Just then his phone beeped and he checked it, seeing a text from Judd.

Judd: Hey, man. Sorry, I’m gonna have to bail tonight. Jerica is
running a fever and Gemma thinks we should take her to urgent care. FML. I
really hate this. I’ll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can do lunch before
you head out on Thursday?

Well, shit! Trav was on his own tonight…in a bar he didn’t even
wanna be in. His night just kept getting better and better.

Travis texted back with: No worries, man. Hope she’s alright. Talk

He replaced his phone in his back pocket and looked at the opening door,
seeing that it was raining out now as an impeccably dressed redhead with a
giant umbrella stomped in, huffing.

Trav’s eyes narrowed as he tried to place her. That face, mouth, and
skin tone… He could swear he’d seen them before. When she
looked up, her blue eyes grazed him robotically before zeroing in on the

“Excuse me, do you have a phone I could use?” she asked and got
a scoff from Hank.

“Payphone’s in the back, lady.”

She sighed heavily and closed the dripping umbrella, swiping her black
heels on the giant rug at the entrance of the door. She was clad in a
striped, heather-gray pant suit with a cream silk top. She rifled through
the big leather bag on her shoulder before tucking her unruly, long curly
hair behind her ears. He heard her grumble, “Fuck,” as she
pulled out a wallet and runaway coins began to bounce onto the floor with
little pings here and there.

Travis understood; his day was just as shitty.

He decided then to move off his seat and assist her. He stepped forward and
bent down to retrieve the three quarters, five nickels, and four dimes that
had fallen out of her wallet. As her sapphire blue eyes fell to his, the
woman’s jaw literally dropped as she recognized him.

He was used to this. Being a professional athlete got a man all kinds of
attention; some wanted and others not so much. He wasn’t sure of the
attention here but hoped she didn’t draw too much his way. The heat of
the chaos he’d already generated himself was creating steam around him
and he wanted to hug a wall at this point.

The shock on her face quickly turned to scorn. Great! She not only
recognizes me, she hates me. No scoring for me tonight.

“Here, you dropped this,” his voice plunged in annoyance as he
thrust the fist full of change forward.

“Keep it! No one asked for your two cents anyway.”

Ouch! Feisty. Well, she was a redhead after all.

“It’s actually $1.40 to be exact,” he smarted.

“Hmm, you could probably use it more than I could right now, Mr.

He rolled his eyes. Maybe she was a jaded fan or the wife of an opposing
player. Either way, he wasn’t taking her money, to hell with her.

He slammed it on the bar top because his temper was the shortest thing on
him. “You’ll need it for the fucking payphone,” he grated
out even as she turned her back to him and walked in the direction of the
phone and bathrooms. “Ungrateful bitch,” he mumbled under his

Travis sat back down at the bar and continued to nipple his beer, looking
up at the television that hung on the back wall. It was set to SportsCenter,
so he kept his eyes locked on it, listening to the play by play of past
Sunday’s games. The sportscasters began arguing predictions of the
coming games, evaluating the players and their stats, and then started to
debate Travis’s future with the Gladiators. Again, anger seized him.
What the hell did they know? His head coach, Greg Cavanaugh, and the owner
of his team, Jerry Taylor, hadn’t talked about cutting him. He was
only suspended for two weeks, and it’d been for taunting, not throwing
the games.

Travis sighed and leaned back on the bar stool. His guilt might be enough
to kill him; the team didn’t deserve to be done the way they were, nor
his teammates. Travis wished things could be different, but there was
nothing he could do. He couldn’t go to the cops, he couldn’t
discuss it—with anyone—and he couldn’t allow them to fire
him. He had to keep this up. Had to continue to keep his brother alive.

“Can I have a water please?” Joy! The stuck-up lady was back.

“Does this look like a Waffle House?” Hank snorted.

“C’mon, I’ll pay for a soda. I—”

“Give her a damn water, Hank, and quit bein’ a dick,”
Travis scolded with yet another scowl, getting one in answer. Hank huffed
but did as he was told. “You’re grumpy tonight and it’s

“Yeah, and with no damn help from you. You’re supposed to be
the town hero, Travis. You’re really disappointin’ us

Yeah, that makes two of us, buddy, he thought but spoke instead to the
mysterious redhead who’d sat down two stools from him. “You sure
you don’t need somethin’ stronger?”

“I don’t drink.”

“Figures,” he mumbled and sipped his beer again.

“Yeah, well maybe if you didn’t drink so much, you could keep
your damn hands on the football.” The redhead smirked, and Travis
frowned over at her. Who did she think she was, talking to him like that?
What Hell had she come from to torture him like everyone else was tonight?

“Like you’d even fuckin’ know,” he retorted back.
She probably didn’t even watch football, he bet. She just went along
with what the man who’d put that big rock on her finger told her to

Travis rolled his eyes and looked back at the TV, getting nothing else out
of her for a minute. As soon as this beer was done, he was saying,
“Fuck off” to all of ‘em and getting the hell out of Dodge
while the gettin’ was good.

The redhead rifled through her giant bag once more and sighed at the cell
phone in her hands, drawing Travis’s attention again.

“Fuck,” she mumbled under her breath and threw it back into her

Trav’s brows went up in question, but she looked away quickly, as if
his stare was abhorrent. She’d be pretty if she would stop being such
a cunt. There was something about her though that, again, made him feel as
if he knew who she was.

“You from around here?” he finally asked, curiosity getting the
best of him, and moved lithely onto the stool beside her. He was curious by
nature; he couldn’t help himself.

“Yes, unfortunately I am,” she responded, running a hand
through her mane of red hair.

“Unfortunately?” he sassed. “What? You too good to come
from ol’ San Antonio?”

“No,” she smarted back and rounded on him. “But I
certainly wasn’t hoping to run into you again.”

Again? When the hell had he run into her in the first place? He
hadn’t slept with her, had he? If he had, he was certain he
would’ve remembered a set of tits and a pair of legs like hers.

He grinned. “I don’t reckon I know you,

“Oh, yes, you do,” she retorted hotly and took a sip of her
water. “You just don’t recognize me. I mean, it’s been
almost ten years since we graduated.”

Holy shit! He’d gone to high school with her? Who was she?

He looked her over and tried to rack his brain. High cheekbones, great
tits, curvy hips, porcelain skin… Nope, he was drawing a blank. But then
again, he’d been hit one too many times in the head since high school.

“Got a name, Fireball?”

“Yes, Travis Redmond, I do. Too bad you don’t remember
it.” She huffed, and he couldn’t help but laugh at this
woman’s audacity. He was certain he would’ve remembered a sexy,
feisty redhead; this lady was unforgettable.

“You’re gonna make me work for it… Ok, fine. Maybe
it’ll be fun.” His grin was like the cat that ate the canary for
a moment before he spied her engagement ring again. Damn! She was engaged,
he’d forgotten. Too bad too, because he could’ve had loads of
fun with this sassy, little ginger. Each one he’d ever taken to bed
had truly been straight fire and tonight, he needed that kind of fire to
forget all his problems.

“Oh, I—” she stammered as she went to remove the ring
from her finger. “I—I’m not—”

“Sure. And I’m not one of the NFL’s leading running

“No. Actually. He—he, uh—”

“Sure, he did.” Travis went to turn, annoyed by the
woman’s sudden separation from her fiancé on his account.

“He was fucking his secretary. I just found out yesterday. It’s
one of the reasons I’m here. Along with work. I needed to get
away.” She blushed, her face as red as her hair. Tears hit her blue
eyes. “The affair is big news now. The media got wind of it this
morning,” she mumbled, looking down. 

“Bummer.” He understood how the media took a story and ran with
it. “So, your fiancé a politician or somethin’?”

“He’s the mayor of Atlanta.”

“No shit!” She lived in Atlanta too? “Wait, ain’t
he a bit old for you?” The mayor was, indeed, an old dude.

She shrugged. “I guess it doesn’t matter much anymore, does
it?” She smirked sarcastically, and Travis’s eyes fell over her

She had a light dusting of freckles, which her foundation covered, rosy
cheeks, an aquiline nose, and no-nonsense blue eyes. And in that moment, she
looked as run-down as he did. He took pity on her and felt bad for calling
her a bitch behind her back.

“Hank, get us two shots. Make ‘em lemon drops.”

“No,” the pretty woman protested, shaking her head. “I
can’t. Really.

“Oh, c’mon. Have a drink with your old classmate. We’re
celebrating a reunion. Just a round or two. It won’t hurt ya. Besides,
there ain’t enough liquor in those things to even get you good and

She cocked her head, trying to get him to understand, but he persisted.

“Just one. Maybe two. I swear, I’ll get you home in one

“Oh, I know exactly what you’ll try to do, if you’re
anything like what you were back in high school. But my car needs a tow and
the wrecker’s gonna be a while, so I’ll have one, maybe two with
you. But I am not going home with you, Travis.”

“Deal!” Travis grinned and motioned for Hank to get the shots.
“But I gotta ask? Have we slept together before?”

She shook her head dramatically. “I’d never sleep with you. Not
in a million years.”

“Right, but you’ll sleep with the damn, old-ass, bald guy you
were engaged to,” Travis snorted. The woman didn’t confirm nor
deny the accusation but she sure as hell was gonna marry the asshole, so
there was that.

“So, you gonna tell me your damn name so I can get reacquainted with
you or continue to keep me guessing?”

She laughed, like genuinely laughed, and Travis was taken by how beautiful
she was as her face lit up.

Wow! How had he forgotten a woman who looked like that?


“Skyla?” Travis was combing through every neuron to try and
remember this lady, but he couldn’t place her to save his life.

“I wore glasses, had braces, was overweight,” she elaborated.
“Skyla Larson from Bio.” 

“You’re fuckin’ kidding me!”

Travis was literally dumbfounded as he recalled the chubby, strawberry
blonde he’d had Biology with. The girl he remembered was shy,
practically mute, and tripped over her own two feet constantly.

“No way! You are not.”

“Am too.” Skyla’s brow rose.

Travis’s eyes roved over her. She’d honed that fleshy pubescent
body into a slender masterpiece, taken those ugly-ass glasses and braces
off, and now she was fine AF, and he told her so. “Damn! You’re
smokin’ fuckin’ hot now, Skyla. What’d you discover?

She rolled her eyes but gave him a smile. “Thanks, Travis. That means
a lot coming from you. But not only did I discover P90X and clean-eating, I
also grew the fuck up… unlike some of my classmates.”

Travis laughed. Damn, this was entertaining and got his mind off the fear
that his life had become since his brother had come to him six months ago,
pleading for five million dollars and protection. “You grew up
alright.” Travis’s eyes focused on her big breasts, and he
remembered that she did have those in high school—Braces, buck teeth,
and big tits. It was starting to come back to him now. “You were never
sarcastic though, and I can’t say I like that about you.”

“Good thing I don’t give a shit what you like.”

“Burn, baby.” He smirked. “Is the rest of you as scalding
hot as that tongue of yours?” He gave her a crooked grin.

“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” she asked and thanked
Hank for the shots he placed before them.

“Yes! I would indeed,” Travis answered and raised his shot
after Sky grabbed hers. “Here’s to reconnections.”


 About the Author

Shanna Swenson is an award-winning finalist in the Fiction: Romance
category of the 2020 International Book Awards for her books Abundance and
Return to Abundance. She’s known for writing endearing adult romance novels
that showcase the healing power of true love in the face of tragedy.

She’s a dreamer turned author who does cardiac ultrasounds by day and
creates fictional worlds every spare chance she can. Shanna started writing
at the age of fourteen and has always loved dynamic characters. She’s
fascinated by the unknown, is a Cancer with a capital “C”, and has
an eclectic taste in music, movies, and books.

When she’s not writing or reading, she’s working out, taking photographs,
or hanging out with her own “knight in shining armor.”

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Marybeth, Hollister and Jane Reveal


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Woman’s Fiction, Cozy Mystery

Date Published: 9/28/20


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 A lust for beauty, a secret just waiting to be told and a diamond as
seductive as the people around it. In the end, just who gets what?



About the Author

I am an award-winning hybrid author of southern and women’s Fiction,
including Dancing Backward in Paradise, The Story of Sassy Sweetwater, Where
the Wildflowers Grow, Pleasant Day, Marybeth, Hollister & Jane and Lies
a River Deep. As my alter ego, Olivia Hardy Ray my books include Annabel
Horton, Lost Witch of Salem, Annabel Horton and the Black Witch of Pau, and
Pharaoh’s Star. The first novel I ever wrote, Dancing Backward In Paradise,
won an Eric Hoffer Award for publishing excellence and an Indie Excellence
Award for notable new fiction, 2007. The Story of Sassy Sweetwater and
Dancing Backward in Paradise received 5 Star ForeWord Clarion Reviews and
The Story of Sassy Sweetwater has been named a finalist for the ForeWord
Book of the Year Awards. I have published in ESL Magazine, Christopher
Street Magazine and I have also written early childhood curriculum for
Weekly Reader and McGraw Hill.


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Hollywood Name Game, Book 2

Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy

Release Date: August 27, 2020


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From internationally bestselling romance author Alexa Aston – Book Two in
the exciting Hollywood Name Game – a stunning new contemporary romance
series. Read for FREE with Kindle Unlimited!


She’s Hollywood royalty whose trail vanished a dozen years ago.

He doesn’t do relationships and thinks commitment is a four-letter

They Google each other . . . and sparks fly . . .

Sydney Revere, the daughter of a famous movie couple, left Hollywood behind
over a decade ago. Christened The Wild Child by the media, she reinvents
herself as a serious student who becomes an attorney and marries a safe,
predictable man. When her husband cheats on her and the law loses its
glitter, Sydney returns to Hollywood. Her father hires her to storyboard his
upcoming movie, No Regrets—and then stuns Sydney when he offers her
the job as his assistant director.

Dash DeLauria is a rising actor who hasn’t trusted a woman since his
mother left. He’s now the guardian of his mentally-challenged brother.
Dash is looking to grow professionally and after he wins the lead in No
Regrets, he finds he’s lost his heart and soul to Sydney. With both
their careers on the upswing, life is sweet.

But Sydney’s ex-husband isn’t finished with her yet.
Discovering who she really is—and that she’s wealthy—he
tracks her to California, ready to start over with her again.

No matter what it takes . . .


Hollywood Flirt is the second book in the Hollywood Name Game series. Each
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Who are you? Was she serious?

Every woman in America knew Dash DeLauria. He couldn’t pump his own
gas or grab a latte in Starbucks. A stylist came to his house when he needed
a haircut. How could she not know who he was?

Whoever she was, she was hot. Despite the sleek navy business suit and
conservative shell under it that made her look totally establishment.
Despite the dull brown hair, which didn’t seem to go with the rest of
her. The remaining package?

It was everything Dash liked.

She was very tall and at six-three, he liked a tall woman. She had
flawless, incandescent skin. Green eyes the color of summer grass that
popped. Without a doubt, she possessed the most kissable mouth he’d
seen in a long time. He already itched to put his lips next to hers and take
them for a spin.

“Who are you?” he replied, turning the tables back to her.
Maybe she was Monty Revere’s personal assistant. Or accountant. She
sure as hell wasn’t his housekeeper—but Dash would love to play
house with her. Anytime.

“I asked first.” She eyeballed him calmly but he saw the pulse
point jump in her throat. Despite her cool and collected outside, he had an
effect on this woman.

“Who would you like me to be?” he asked, mimicking Julia
Roberts in Pretty Woman.

“Are you serious? You’re flirting with me? I don’t
believe this.” Her eye roll would put any teenage girl to shame.

“Oh, baby, you’d know if I was flirting with you,” he
teased, his interest in her growing by the minute. Dash was never interested
in women. They were always interested in him.

She jerked the box from his hands and shoved the money at his chest. The
minute she touched him, electric sparks shot through him.


About the Author

Award-winning and internationally bestselling author Alexa Aston lives with
her husband in a Dallas suburb, where she eats her fair share of dark
chocolate and plots out stories while she walks every morning. She’s a
binge fiend (The Crown and Ozark are favorites) who enjoys travel, sports,
and time with her family.

Her historical romances bring to life loveable rogues and dashing knights,
while her contemporary romances are light and flirty and sometimes contain a
bit of suspense.


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