Jan 02

Flash Fiction: Northern Lights

FlashFicPHOTOFirst photo flash fiction of the year, yay! The picture is beautiful, yay! And I have no idea what to write about, FUCK!

So, after talking to the lovely and uber-talented Siobhan Muir for all of ten seconds (I told you she’s talented), she helped me come up with what to write today. Thank you Siobhan! *blows kisses* You’re the bestest.


I shivered as I looked out the window. Bright green and purplish lights danced before my eyes, entrancing me with their beauty. Glancing over at my sister, I nearly called out to her to share the vision before me, but decided I should probably let her be. We’d gotten into a screaming match just a few hours earlier, and she was still barely even looking at me.

We’d been trapped in this tiny tin can for far too long, and had all begun to grate on each other’s nerves. My father, Captain Ogden Nash, had grown tired of my complaints  that I felt like a tiny fish crammed in too tight a space and banished me to the bow. My fight with Isobel had ensured I’d stay there for quite a while.

I hated traveling so far to begin with, but to have to share the same air as all four of my siblings day in and day out? Unacceptable.

The lights on the horizon were the signal we’d been searching for, however, and my sister–the eldest of the lot, and Father’s favorite… or so I thought, due to Isobel’s status as First Mate after our mother’s death–sounded the alarm that we’d be preparing to land soon.

Jax, Kalvin, and Kaidan, my younger brothers, scrambled to get to their seats, sounding like a herd of wild animals as their little feet pounded against the deck. I, however, remained transfixed on the view out the tiny window. The lights seemed to have a mind of their own–and they almost appeared happy to see us.

“Rivyn!” Kaidan, my youngest brother at only five years of age, bounced in his seat. His gray eyes, so much like our mothers, shone with the kind of excitement only a child was capable of experiencing. Undoubtedly, he couldn’t wait to get out of this tin can, either. “What do you see? Is there land? Water? Can you see any ana… ani… pet things?”

Kaidan sometimes had trouble remembering words when he got too excited, and he was practically vibrating with it.

I looked out again, squinting my eyes to try to get a better view. Nothing moved on the surface. However, I did see small balls of glowing golden… something appear on the surface.

“Father!” I called to the bridge. “Can you see those shiny glowing things?”

“Yes, Rivyn. I do. Though, I can’t tell what they are yet. They’re oddly shaped. Like eggs? Or balls?” Father flipped a switch to slow the ship’s speed. “I guess we’ll find out when we land.”

He was always so damn calm about everything.

As he’d done hundreds of times before, Father set the ship down so smoothly, I barely felt a shift under my feet. He’d been the best ship captain in the entire fleet until Mother’s death, when he retired to care for us. I often wondered if he missed it.

“All right kids,” Father said, unstrapping his lap belt. “The air is primarily oxygen here, so it may feel a bit like breathing through wet clothes, but as long as you don’t do anything too strenuous, you’ll get used to it rather quickly.”

Jax piled his long blue locks on top of his head, securing it with a stick shoved through the base. He’d learned that trick at the last place we visited from a girl he’d liked. Marcy had been so enamored with his naturally azure hair that she rarely had her hands away from it. “Kaidan, do you need help?”

Our smallest, but most stubborn brother held his hands up to hold Jax at bay. “I can do it myself!” He said, scrambling out of his chair and shoving his feet into his tiny little boots.

“It’s so beautiful! Come here Rivyn.” Isobel held a hand out for me to take, always wanting to lead me around everywhere like I was still a child. “You won’t believe the lamps all around us! It’s like they were expecting us!”

We made our way down the ramp side-by-side. The glowing orbs I’d seen from the ship surrounded us, unmoving and somehow obviously not part of the original landscape.

Kalvin, the self-proclaimed scientist of us all, made his way over to one of the circular objects lying on the ground. It was routine to scan the land before setting the ship down, so Kalvin showed no fear as he approached the giant object, pressing his hand to the surface.

“It’s warm!” He said, his voice filled with awe. “And hard.” Kalvin gently tapped the glowing orb with a fingertip. “It almost feels…” He jumped back when the ball shifted toward him. “I barely touched it!”

Father held a hand out and motioned for Kalvin to come back. “Get away from that thing, son. You don’t know what it is.”

Kalvin’s boot crunched against the dirt as he began walking toward our group. “This is going to sound crazy, but I swear it feels like an…”

The earth below us began to shake, knocking Kalvin down with a strangled cry. Father sprang into action, leaping for my brother and grasping his hand before speeding back to our family. Kaidan swiped at his cheeks with the sleeve of his suit, looking determined not to show how scared he was. I touched the top of his head in a comforting gesture before moving to check on Kalvin. I didn’t want Kaidan to think I was babying him.

A loud boom sounded behind me, and I flung myself to the ground in fear that the planet wasn’t as deserted as Father had thought, and we were under attack by the natives. But the only thing hitting me was the dust I’d unsettled floating back down.

I turned to look for the source of the sound, only for my jaw to drop in shock. The glowing orb Kalvin had touched just moments before had a huge crack running through the center, and it was moving.

“Kalvin?” I asked, reaching out to grab whichever younger siblings’ hands I could grasp. “What were you going to say?”

The top of the orb seemed to splinter before our eyes, cracks spiderwebbing their way over the entire surface.

“An egg.” Kalvin gulped a lungful of thick, difficult-to-breathe air. “It felt like an egg.”

Read the other bloggers’ prompts:

Bronwyn || Deelylah || Jess || Kris



Dec 28

Wednesday Blogging: 2016 in review/2017 plans



2016 has been an interesting year, that’s for sure. In February, I attended the Coastal Magic Convention in Florida with my writing partner Deelylah. I got to see several of my old friends and meet many new ones.

As far as writing, I re-released STAY, formerly known as Second Chance at Love. I officially announced my second pen name and re-released three of those books after giving them a thorough edit, new covers, and new names. December 15, I was part of an anthology surrounding the world Liz Crowe built in her Love Brothers series, and my story kicked off the Mercy General series I’m co-writing with Deelylah Mullin.

In May, I quit my job to write and edit full time. A few months later, I left the publisher I was editing for and began working for Dreamspinner Press. This is a pretty recent development, but I’m pretty happy at DSP so far.

After… entirely too long promising I was going to start a newsletter, I finally did it. YAY! I’m trying to do the thing where I actually engage readers and try to promote my work. I also hired a PA to help me with that kind of stuff, since I”m horrible at doing anything that asks people to buy things or pay attention to me any longer than a few seconds.

Yesterday, I decided to go through my office and get a little more organized. I printed up some blog stuff, including the schedule for 2017. I’m a visual person, and sometimes just seeing it on my computer isn’t enough for me. I also printed 2016′s schedule just to see how many posts I missed… and I missed more than a few. Not happy about that, especially since one of my goals last year was not to miss any posts. I’m not going to make that same resolution this year, because things happen and God knows I’ve learned that we can’t control circumstances. At all.

I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia earlier this year, and I have a lot of thoughts about that. First: Well hell. That explains so much. Second: Why the hell wasn’t this diagnosed sooner? I’m on 2 new medications to try to deal with the fibro, but I still have bad days. I’ve been sick quite a bit too, battling the flu for the first time in YEARS. I got my flu shot, but apparently my immune system didn’t care about that.

2016 was a battle of emotion for me. My particular type of bipolar disorder leans toward the depressive phase more than mania, and with countless losses, the worst presidential race in history (with regards to people losing their damn minds and being so heartless to one another if, God forbid, we supported the “wrong candidate”), several personal losses and setbacks, being sick every time I turned around… 2016 wasn’t an easy year, and I’ll be happy to see it go. I’m choosing to be optimistic and say that 2017 will be better. This year may have taken a lot from us, but I still have hope, at least.

Next year’s goals are mostly writing-based. I actually have a firm set of plans in place to write. If all goes well, I’ll have 7 books written, 5 books edited, and all the things done. Extremely ambitious, yes, but working from home allows me time to work on my own books more as well as doing my private edits and working for Dreamspinner.

Check out the other bloggers’ 2017 goals:

Bronwyn || Gwen || Jessica

Dec 21

Holiday Greetings

Today’s blog post is titled “holiday greetings.” I was going to ask the rest of the blog group exactly what we were supposed to post, but I was babysitting and got distracted by the urge to find all the alcohol on the planet (I didn’t, but I did end up stress baking some pretty delicious chocolate cupcakes) so I forgot.

So, I’m writing this post late, and will likely have to beg the other bloggers to add my link to their posts tomorrow (if I remember because I’m babysitting again).

I’m not graphically inclined in any way, so I used my Google Fu skills so find something pretty and post it here. I’m wishing you and yours the happiest of holiday seasons, no matter what you celebrate.

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Check out the other bloggers’ posts:

Gwen || Bronwyn

Dec 15

*fangirl flails* Liz Crowe read my book! Here’s what she thought…

*fangirl flails* Liz Crowe mini-reviewed my contribution to the CELEBRATE! Love Brothers Holiday Anthology!

Here’s the blurb:

Detoured CoverKatherine “Katie” Molloy is in trouble. She desperately needs continuing education credits to maintain her professional license, but the only class available within the timeframe allotted is several states away. The most catastrophic computer failure to hit the airline industry in history has grounded every single flight leaving Houston for days and by the time all flights are rescheduled, the conference will be over.

Dr. Vincent Bauer comes to Katie’s rescue when he offers to drive them both to the conference, since he was scheduled to attend, as well. Unfortunately, his brand new car breaks down more than a hundred miles from their destination, stranding them in Lucasville, Kentucky.

Just as things begin to heat up between the radiology department manager and the good doctor, strange things begin to happen, causing them to think the break down might not have been so coincidental, after all. Can the Love Brothers get the car fixed before they’re permanently Detoured?

Here are Liz’s thoughts about my novella DETOURED:

This is a “road trip romance,” complete with a sexy doc who finds his nerdy soulmate in the strong-as-nails radiology department manager when their forced to hit the road by car to make a continuing education conference. I really enjoyed the way Ms. Prince set up the two for the ultimate hookup in a hotel when their car breaks down in Lucasville. While it’s really only one Love brother who’s a mechanic, he does fix the car and discovers something sinister going on with Dr. Dreamboat’s ex-girlfriend.

Here’s a little of what #LizLoves in excerpt #1:

After righting myself, I reached to make sure the woman I’d nearly bowled over was okay. She was already turning to check on me, and somehow I ended up flat on my ass, covered in spinach, and staring up at Katie Molloy, who looked like she was trying her best not to laugh.

Shit. Fuck. Damn. Way to look cool in front of the girl Bauer. Now, try to get up without tripping over yourself again.

You want to convince her that you’re safe to ride in a car with for days on end. Showing her that you’re also kind of a dork when she’s around isn’t the best way to do that.

“Dr. Bauer, are you okay?” She leaned down to give me a hand, her long blonde braid falling from behind her to dangle between us. The scent of her shampoo wafted toward me—apples.

How much of a bastard did it make me if that smell made me want to take a bite out of her ass?

Katie is a dyed-in-the-wool TV and pop culture nerd and plenty of references to Supernatural, Star Wars, The Big Bang Theory, Grey’s Anatomy, and plenty of others pepper the story.

Here’s one, in the form of a #LizLoves excerpt #2:

Vince appeared to be mentally debating whether he should sit on the recliner or the bed. Rather than sitting in the chair—which was placed by the head of the bed—he removed his shoes and sat by my feet, facing me. It didn’t look remotely comfortable, but this would give us a better chance to talk. Which of course, I tactfully avoided by asking what kind of movie he wanted to watch.

“I think I’m in the mood for a comedy, how about you?” He crossed one long leg over the other allowing me to catch a glimpse of his Dexter’s Lab socks.

“I didn’t even know they made Dexter’s Lab socks!” I said, pointing excitedly. “Where do you get them? I need a pair of those in my life.” Lifting my pants leg, I showed him my Invader Zim-covered feet. Gir was a personal obsession of mine. “When Cayleigh calls, the doom song plays. And when she texts, Gir says ‘taco, taco, taco!’ because…well we love tacos.”

He shook his head, causing a few strands of his thick, dark hair to fall into his eyes. Resisting the urge to touch him was like Anakin Skywalker resisting the Dark Side—a losing battle.

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Dec 08

Cover Reveal: Detoured


7 more days until CELEBRATE! A Love Brothers Anthology is available!

Join 16 best-selling, award-winning authors as they bring their own unique stories to this critically acclaimed, Amazon best-selling, family saga-style romance series by Liz Crowe.

Everything from breweries, wineries, distilleries and race car drivers, to EMTs, Olympic athletes, cops, and serious second chances—PLUS a brand new Love Brothers story from Liz herself—can be found in this amazing collection of novellas from some of your favorite romance story-tellers.

Available December 15, 2016, everywhere ebooks are sold, the CELEBRATE Anthology is the perfect holiday romance reading treat—and is only around for a limited time.

Don’t miss your chance to feel the holiday love—Love Brothers style!

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The title for the novella I contributed is DETOURED. It not only ties into Liz Crowe’s Love Brothers world, but also begins a new series I’m co-writing with Deelylah Mullin (who also appears in the Love Brothers anthology). And here is my gorgeous cover (created by the amazing Kris Norris):

Detoured Cover

Katherine “Katie” Molloy is in trouble. She desperately needs continuing education credits to maintain her professional license, but the only class available within the timeframe allotted is several states away. The most catastrophic computer failure to hit the airline industry in history has grounded every single flight leaving Houston for days and by the time all flights are rescheduled, the conference will be over.


Dr. Vincent Bauer comes to Katie’s rescue when he offers to drive them both to the conference, since he was scheduled to attend, as well. Unfortunately, his brand new car breaks down more than a hundred miles from their destination, stranding them in Lucasville, Kentucky.


Just as things begin to heat up between the radiology department manager and the good doctor, strange things begin to happen, causing them to think the break down might not have been so coincidental, after all. Can the Love Brothers get the car fixed before they’re permanently Detoured?

*Edited by Sunnie Andrews and Elise Hepner*



Dec 07

Nostalgic Notes: Toys



I’m not normally super sentimental over things. I have boxes of mementos from my childhood–mostly things my mother saved for me that she thought I’d want when I got older, and I likely will when I want to show Monkey, but I don’t ever get the urge to sort through the boxes to wander down Memory Lane.

So when this prompt came up, I immediately went, “Huh… I have no idea what to post about.”

And then I forgot about the post, and it went live with nothing on it because I’m a dork like that. But it also gave me time to think about things. And I actually came up with stuff! Go me!

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I know a lot of people used their Cricket and teddy Ruxbin dolls (both of which Twin and I had) to play tapes of Ozzy and stuff when they were older, and it was hilarious (okay, it was) but the reason I remember it best is because I got my Cricket doll for Christmas in 1986 when he was stuck in Texas Children’s Hospital for a year battling Burkitt’s Lymphoma. We walked down to the toy room to play, and when we got back, “Santa” had arrived. Twin also got this giant stuffed purple monster with gold horns that reminds me a lot of Ludo from Labyrinth, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what it’s really called or find a picture of it. Sadface.

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This probably isn’t the same toy, since it was the 80s when we had it and Googling “1980s Optimus Prime toy” doesn’t actually bring up anything from the 80s. But it was about as tall as we were (we were like 5 or so, so we were shorties) and we loved the hell out of that thing. It transformed and everything. I’m pretty sure we broke it pretty quick, cause we were destructive little shits, but that’s what happens when you give kids toys with moving parts.

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Our uncle got us one of those monkey dolls that suck their thumbs when he was stationed in Germany. I’m sure it has a name, though I don’t know what it is. I carried that thing with me EVERYWHERE. It was the first doll I actually cared about.

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I had a twin brother, so boy toys were my thing. My mom tried SO HARD to get me into Barbie dolls, but I didn’t want anything to do with that mess. Gimme GI Joe and ThunderCats any day. And we totally had these action figures, btw.

Vintage 1983 Masters Of The Universe Castle of GraySkull, SNAKE MOUNTAIN Play Set Toy, HE-Man, 1980's Skeletor, 80's Toys, Action Figures

Castle Grayskull. We spent HOURS rescuing dumbass princesses who couldn’t get their shit together from Skeletor and whatever Bad Guy of the Month we came up with. And for some reason, Twin always wanted to be a giant cat. *shrugs* Guess that’s why he’s the cat person and I have dogs. LOL

Check out the other bloggers Nostalgic Notes by clicking the links below:

Deelylah || Bronwyn || Gwen || Kellie



Nov 23

Wednesday blogging: I’m thankful for…



So, 2016 hasn’t been an awesome year. In fact, it’s been a downright crappy one. But there are still plenty of things I’m grateful for. I have a wonderful husband, a beautiful daughter, a cuddly puppy that loves me more than anyone, a job that I love, my brothers and sister are all in good health, my parents’ health seems to be improving….

Okay, so maybe 2016 hasn’t been all that bad, if I have so much to be thankful for. I don’t know what y’all believe, but I believe that there is a God in Heaven who loves us all, and tomorrow is a new day. I’m especially thankful for that.


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Check out what the other bloggers are thankful for by clicking the links below:

Kellie || Bronwyn

Nov 16

Wordless Wednesday: Love

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(this one is just for Bronwyn Green. She knows why.)


Check out the other ladies’ posts:

Bronwyn || Gwen || Kellie || Deelylah || Kris

Nov 09

Wednesday Blogging: Promptly Penned – Outcome Engineer


This week’s promptly penned managed to fit into the WIP I’m working on for the first part of my NaNo project, which is also a novella I plan to release within the Love Brothers Holiday box set along with 15 other brilliant authors (including fellow blogger Deelylah Mullin!)

Person A: She smiled a little. “You’re a manipulator.”
Person B: “I like to think of myself as an outcome engineer.”


A timid knock sounded at the door. A few of the other radiologists in the practice were a little on the crotchety side, and any time someone had to interrupt one of us, they tended to fear the result of the knock. One of the neuro radiologists either completely ignored whoever was at the door, or answered with a roar that sounded throughout the rest of the offices. He was a dick to pretty much everyone, so we didn’t really talk much.

“Come in,” I called, setting the microphone down on the desk and spinning my chair to face the door.

Rosalyn, the department secretary, poked her head in. “Can I talk to you for a minute, sir?”

Uh oh. She broke out the ‘sir.’ That means she’s got bad news.

“Sure, what’s up?”

Her salt and pepper hair was pulled back into her usual bun, only today she’d shoved a pencil into the mass of hair. A pair of glasses sat on top of her head, while another sat perched at the end of her nose. Rosalyn always reminded me of my librarian from the elementary school I attended—she looked like a mean old lady with a dozen cats, but she was actually the kind, grandmotherly type that everyone adored.

She stood just inside the door to the reading room, awkwardly shuffling her feet on the ugly blue carpet most offices seemed to have and holding a stack of papers in her arms. “I’m guessing you haven’t checked your texts or emails lately?”

I glanced at the forgotten cell phone sitting on top of the leather briefcase my grandfather had given me when I graduated from medical school. The screen flashed with what looked like the millionth text message I’d missed that morning. “Oops. I forgot I brought my phone in today. What’d I miss?”

Rosalyn laughed and gestured to the phone. “I don’t know why you even bother having one of those. You never answer it, usually forget you even have it, and I’m not even sure you know how to use all the features on it.”

While it was all true, there was no way I was willing to admit that she was right. As a doctor, I knew the basics of the phone and the apps I had to use most often. But if anyone asked me how to use the GPS or buy something on the Amazon app… I was hopelessly lost.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. What’s going on, Roz?”

Her serious mask reappeared. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but there’s been a catastrophic computer failure at Southwest. And at Delta. All flights incoming and outgoing have been canceled until they can figure out what the problem is.”

It didn’t immediately click that she was referring to the flight I’d scheduled for tomorrow. The one that would take me to Ohio for the conference on stereotactic and ultrasound guided breast biopsies mandatory for me to maintain my current licensing to read mammograms. The only fucking seminar left in the entire country in the time I had left to complete the requirement.

Running a hand through my hair, I cursed under my breath. “What are my options?”

Rosalyn thumbed through the papers in her arms, nearly dropping them in the process.

“You can set those on my desk, you know.” I said, scooting aside to give her room. “I don’t bite; I’m not like Andrew or Timothy.”

She probably thought I didn’t catch the roll of her eyes as she moved to place everything on the desk. Andrew and Timothy were brilliant doctors, but I was pretty sure they’d missed the day they taught bedside manner in medical school.

Each paper she handed me contained different options. I could take a train for just over a thousand dollars with a room where I could sleep and shower. The bus was also an option, but I didn’t want to be crammed into that small a space with so many people for days on end. Or, I could make the sixteen and a half hour drive, myself.

The train option was starting to look mighty attractive, until Rosalyn reminded me of one major fact I’d forgotten.

“Oh, I’m also trying to find alternate transportation for Katie.”

She said it so offhand, it could almost have been innocent. But Rosalyn had known me for a long time, and while I might have been able to hide my feelings from everyone else, Rosalyn had me pegged from the minute Katherine Molloy walked through the doors at Mercy General.

Narrowing my eyes, I sent her a glare that she just laughed at. “What are your thoughts, Dr. Bauer? Or would you like me to come back later?”

Gears began turning in my head. I had no idea how I was going to talk Katie into spending two days at a minimum in a car with me, but I was damn sure going to try. If I was ever going to take a chance and get to know this woman, now was the time.

Rosalyn made a show of looking up at the clock. “I do believe it’s time for lunch.”

Her secret way of trying to play matchmaker had been to remind me of when Katie would take lunch or specifically schedule me for a rotation that would put me in the radiology department multiple times a day. Rosalyn probably didn’t think I’d noticed, but I had.

I just never bothered to complain about it.

I patted my stomach, which was still sore as fuck from my work out that morning. “You know, I think I am kind of hungry. I wonder what they have in the cafeteria today?”

“Your favorite—food.” She smiled a little.

“You’re a manipulator.”

“I like to think of myself as an outcome engineer.”

“Uh huh. Outcome engineer. You’re positively Machiavellian.” As much as I teased her for it, I kind of loved her for it. “You want anything?”

Roz shook her head, her expression horrified. “Like I’d ever eat there. I brought my lunch, dear.” With that, she winked at me and playfully smacked my leg. “Now, get going. You know how crowded the cafeteria gets.”


See what the other ladies have come up with:

Bronwyn || Deelylah || Kris

Oct 07

Books worth your bucks: Prime Minister by Ainsley Booth and Sadie Haller



In today’s edition of Books Worth Your Bucks, I’m talking about Prime Minister by Ainsley Booth and Sadie Haller, two of my favorite authors.

Nowadays, everyone’s going gaga over Canadian PM Justin Trudeau, but really they should be fangirling over Gavin Strong, the fictional PM in this book. He’s hot. He’s sweet. He’s kinky AF. You’ll love him, I promise. And Ellie is awesome as the intern-turned-submissive-girlfriend. She may be a sub in the bedroom, but she’s still feisty and super intelligent. I gushed over this book for WEEKS after I read it. And the next book in the series is coming out this month!! Doctor Badboy is due to release October 18th and I CAN’T WAIT.


Image result for prime minister sadie haller ainsley boothGavin:
Ellie Montague is smart, sensitive, and so gorgeous it hurts to look at her. She’s also an intern in my office. The office of the Prime Minister of Canada.*
That’s me. The PM.
She calls me that because when she calls me Sir, I get hard and she gets flustered, and as long as she’s my intern, I can’t twist my hands in her strawberry-blonde hair and show her what else I’d like her to do with that pretty pink mouth.**

How much I like the PM varies on a daily basis. He’s intense, controlling, and a perfectionist in every way—and he demands the same of his staff.
How much I want him never wavers.
There’s something about him that tugs at me deep inside, and makes me wish that just once he’d cross the line in a late night work session. I’d take that secret to the grave if it meant I got a taste of the barely restrained beast inside him.***
* This is a fictional erotic romance. No prime ministers or interns were harmed in the making of this book.
** Except it’s a BDSM romance, so they were hurt a little.
*** Spoiler alert: she gets more than a taste. And she likes it.


Frisky Beavers Website || Ainsley Booth || Sadie Haller || Amazon ||  Barnes & Noble || iBooks ||  Kobo || Android/Google Play Store || Goodreads 

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