Author: Kris Hack
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Release Date: August 20, 2015
I loved him at fifteen. I thought we’d stand the test of time. He was my forever but maybe I fell too fast or loved him too much. Maybe I came on too strong or maybe I did something wrong. He still left. Turned his back on me without a word. I never thought I’d see him again and to be honest, I didn’t want to. I began to hate him even though he would never know it. But then, I did see him again and with him came the secrets that would forever change all of our lives.
She was only a recurring dream in my foggy subconscious. A voice. A face. We weren’t supposed to dream. We weren’t supposed to remember. They said it was impossible and the before would never come into the now. None of the others remember, at least not that I know of. What I do know is that she was my everything, my every waking breath. Now that I’ve found her I will not be losing her a second time. She will be mine again, no matter what the cost.
Kris Hack lives in Texas with her husband and their two furbabies. As an adult she became an avid reader and always seemed to have her own story to tell. Finally, she took the leap and wrote, and wrote, and wrote, until she laid her heart and soul into writing and told her story. The Ascension of Laney will be her first published work and she plans to publish many more in the future.
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A Covert Affair (March 1, 2016) She’s the only woman he ever loved… Returning to duty after being wounded in action, NSA Agent Nathan Ortiz has returned home to Miami, eager to get back in the game. But he doesn't expect his newest mission to lead him straight to the one woman he loved, lost, and has never gotten over. A beautiful, successful restauranteur, Amelia Rios enjoys giving back to her community, especially struggling women. A woman she recently hired stops showing up for work, and unfortunately, she isn't the first to go missing. Soon Amelia finds herself thrust into a shadowy, dark world working side by side with Nathan, the only man she's ever loved. They must confront old feelings as they battle a ruthless enemy who is out to destroy them. The heat simmering between Nathan and Amelia could mean a second chance for them—but first they have to make it out alive. Praise for the Deadly Ops Novels “Romantic and suspenseful, a fast-paced sexy book full of high-stakes action.” —Heroes and Heartbreakers “Reus strikes just the right balance of steamy sexual tension and nail-biting action.” —Publishers Weekly A Covert Affair pre-order links Amazon kindle: http://amzn.to/1GSu5b9 Amazon print: http://amzn.to/1GSu5b9 Kobo: http://bit.ly/1K0xO7q iBooks: http://apple.co/1N64Naz The Book Depository: http://bit.ly/1dMlvPC Google Play: http://bit.ly/1RcDITk About the author:
Katie Reus is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Red Stone Security series, the Moon Shifter series and the Deadly Ops series. She fell in love with romance at a young age thanks to books she pilfered from her mom's stash. Years later she loves reading romance almost as much as she loves writing it. However, she didn't always know she wanted to be a writer. After changing majors many times, she finally graduated with a degree in psychology. Not long after that she discovered a new love. Writing. She now spends her days writing dark paranormal romance and sexy romantic suspense. For more information on Katie... Sign up for Katie's newsletter: http://eepurl.com/jEABv Visit Katie's website: www.katiereus.com Find Katie on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/katiereusauthor Follow Katie on twitter: https://twitter.com/katiereus Can you handle the ride?
(must be read in order as the books build upon one another)
Royal Partnerships Road to Hell series #4 by Gracen Miller
(Cover Art designed by Andrea Kozari)
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
(aka Horroromance because it's a little horror mixed with romance)
Itâs good to be the Queenâ¦
Having ascended the throne of Hell, Madison Wescott is finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Though she has embraced her demonic nature, she has ensured the safety of everyone she loves. With both Micah and Nix at her side, she wields more power than she could have ever imagined.
But not even the throne is safe when you rule in Hell.
In the wake of a failed assassination attempt, Madison learns about a realm of the damned older than Hell itself. A fierce and powerful incubus vows to escape his imprisonment there â and his efforts are weakening the bonds that hold him and countless other monsters at bay. With no plan and nowhere else to turn, Madison contacts an unlikely source for help. But whose side is he really on? Will he help preserve her reign, or bring about Hellâs downfall?
Choose your partnerships carefullyâ¦
âCollecting and torturing a soul is dangerous business, my sister,â Zen said.
âSo was becoming Queen of Hell. Whatâs problematic about going with the flow?â More of the same unblinking stare from him. âIf you go rogue, Madisonâ¦â Madison slammed against the window-wall behind her. Despite the paneâs solidness, she felt it shimmy when it received the brunt of her weight. Recognizing Zenâs new demonstration of power, she elevated her eyebrows at him. With a smirk, she rubbed her back against the glass. She palmed her dragon blade as she flung a ninja star. He leaned to the side, dodging the star with ease. Of course she missed. âYou canât kill me.â Only his creator could take him down. Madison palmed her other dagger and eased away from the window. âIs this you coming for me, Zen?â His one-shoulder shrug sufficed as an answer. The pounding on the door, followed by Nix and Micahâs yelling further answered her question. Zen had magically locked them out. Thatâd been why she saw his power flare for a brief second during their conversation. She went for him. He blocked each jab and slash. Every kick and punch. She eyed him as they circled one another. He toys with us, her demon remarked. Of course he does, that was Zenâs way when they sparred. âHave I not taught you anything?â He smacked her across the cheek in a whip-like move she hadnât seen coming. It wasnât hard enough to hurt, but the blow stung all the same. âYou tire yourself knowing Iâm the superior fighter. Itâs like you sacrifice yourself to me. Too easy.â They went at it again. She tripped over a rug, stumbled backward, and came up dead-footed with her spine against the windowpanes. He moved into her space. Eye-to-eye they stared at one another, her panting the only racket in the room. âSo this is how it all ends?â she asked as he elevated a hand and braced it against the glass next to her head. âMaybe...â The door practically throbbed from all the kicking, pounding, and magic thrown at it. âYouâre scaring my men.â âThey should be terrified.â Madison settled her hand on his arm. âI trust you.â She chugged his magic harder than she ever had anyoneâs, and screamed as pain slashed through her head. Zenâs eyes widened, silver bright, and he jerked away as his magic held strong, barring her husbands from the room. Zen stumbled, his footing off, and he swayed a moment before going to a knee. Wincing as the pain receded, Madison circled him and secured her blade in its leather holster. She threaded her fingers in his hair and pulled his head back. His shallow breathing surprised her, âConcede defeat?â
Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a ânormalâ person in southern society. When not writing, sheâs a full-time basketball/lacrosse/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband of over twenty years. She has an unusual relationship with her muse, Dom, but credits all her creative success to his brilliant mind. Sheâs addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama football, and coffee...addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. Sheâs convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and when blending coffee and writing together it generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs and Domâs aggressive demands. Gracen writes is multiple genresâparanormal romance, paranormal erotic romance, and contemporary romance. To learn more about Gracen or to leave her a comment, visit her website at www.gracen-miller.com.
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Reaper's Fall is the newest standalone in the Reaper's MC Series. Painter & Melanie's story will be available on November 10th and is currently up for Pre-order! Pre-order available at the following retailers: Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1DsDyRt Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1yYt1Rn Nook: http://tinyurl.com/pljucpa iBooks: http://tinyurl.com/pwfxzyj Blurb He never meant to hurt her. Levi “Painter” Brooks was nothing before he joined the Reapers motorcycle club. The day he patched in, they became his brothers and his life. All they asked in return was a strong arm and unconditional loyalty—a loyalty that’s tested when he’s caught and sentenced to prison for a crime committed on their behalf. Melanie Tucker may have had a rough start, but along the way she’s learned to fight for her future. She’s escaped from hell and started a new life, yet every night she dreams of a biker whose touch she can’t forget. It all started out so innocently—just a series of letters to a lonely man in prison. Friendly. Harmless. Safe. Now Painter Brooks is coming home… and Melanie’s about to learn that there’s no room for innocence in the Reapers MC. Author Note: If you know me, you know my Submission and Corruption books. This is different. This is about love and loss, ambition and talent, and our commitments to ourselves and each other. I don't close the door on the expression of love, but this is not the usual dirty pleasure. Add the Hollywood Project aka ShutterGirl to your TBR at: http://bit.ly/1IpYCv7 Release Date: May 20th ShutterGirl Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_u2QJM0key0&feature=youtu.be Blurb I am not hurt. I don’t need a second chance with him, or a life I thought I had. While he was out forgetting me to become a movie star, I was building a career out of nothing. A career as a paparazzi, but a career. For a foster kid who bounced around every home in Los Angeles, that wasn’t easy. This camera is all I have. He’s nothing to me. Every time I take his picture and sell it, I remind myself that I did it all without him or his approval, his cinnamon smell or his clear green eyes. He lights up the screen like a celestial body, but he’s nothing but a paycheck to me. He can throw my camera off a balcony, and nothing has to change. We can stay king and queen of the same city, and different worlds. Except this is Hollywood, and here, anything can happen. About the Author CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up, she’s at the well, hauling buckets. Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere, but it did embed TV story structure in her head well enough for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los Angeles. Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to give the toilets a once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood. If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine. Stalk Her: Facebook | Twitter | Website | Goodreads | Pinterest | Instagram THANK YOU!
Title: Stalker
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: June 16th, 2015
Genre: Dark Romance (18+)
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24471388-stalker Fuck me once, I'll fuck you twice … then I'll bury you. No prison can keep me from seeking revenge. Especially when it comes to her. She, the woman who put me in jail. I swore that I’d come for her, to claim what belongs to me: Her life. I’m not a good man. On the contrary, I love to be bad. It’s in my veins. Just like it’s in my veins to ruin her. She’s an actress, pretending to be a saint, but we both know that isn’t true. One way or another, she’ll pay for what she did. I will hunt for her. Make her fear me. Make her body mine. Bad deeds never go unpunished … And I always go out with a bang. WARNING: This book is a DARK ROMANCE STANDALONE - it has a non-conventional ending. This isn't rainbow sprinkles & unicorn fluff. It's a dark, thrilling journey of two people clashing over love, lust, and hatred. Heed the warning. Contains graphic violence, alcohol, drugs & other disturbing content. No Cliffhanger. Stand Alone.
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Clarissa Wild is the USA Today Bestselling author of FIERCE, a college romance series, but she's best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
Title : BLACK HORSE
Author : Addison Kline
Genre : Romantic Suspense
"What would you do if the only man you ever loved was the son of the man that murdered your parents?"
In Addison Kline's fiery romantic suspense novel, Averi Ford's future collides with her past with ferocious intensity. Averi Ford and Colt McClain have loved each other since they were children. They both come from a broken past. Colt's mother died when he was young, and Averi's parents were taken from her at the tender age of five. The same man is responsible for both of their broken childhoods: Tom "Black Horse" McClain. He also happens to be Colt's father. Now twenty years after the crimes that fractured both of their hearts, Black Horse is getting out of jail and he's coming after the girl who testified against him: Averi, herself. Colt wants to hide her, but Averi refuses to run.
"Our past does not own us, and we owe it to our hearts to show the world that love can arise from the darkest of places. We just have to survive Black Horse to tell the tale."
Addison Kline is an award winning, best selling novelist who writes mystery, psychological thrillers and romantic suspense novels. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, their sons and two rambunctious dogs. Addison has had a love affair with the written word since before she entered school. Her grandmother taught her the glory of taking an adventure in the pages of a book. When Addison isn't writing, you can find her reading, going for an adventure with her sons, or traveling with her family.
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Release Date: April 17, 2015
Have you ever wondered what your purpose was in this world? Have you wondered if it was a coincidence or something more?
Many people find themselves, at one point or another, wondering about the meaning of this life and why we co-exist, but have you ever stopped to look at your own life?
Coincidence or God? is my story of being lured in by the darkness. I was addicted to meth for six years and almost lost my life. One night changed everything.
The testimonies in this book will give you a view into the world of addiction. It will show you how I witnessed the evil domain in this world, lost touch with reality, and was present at ground zero during the May 22nd, 2011 EF5 tornado which ripped through the heart of Joplin, Missouri.
This is a story that cannot be forgotten. It is a place most Christians have never known, let alone lived. It is a living testimony to help you understand this life is meant for so much more and is by no means a coincidence.
Aaron Garcia is an inspirational writer, video blogger, addiction life specialist, and support group leader of the ministry âRestoredâ through Destiny Church. He mentors to men who suffer from addiction and gives back to the community by feeding and ministering to the homeless. Aaron has been a Registered Nurse for seven years and is currently pursuing his Masters in Nursing. He and his wife, Emily, reside in Joplin, Missouri.
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Pre-order Available Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1EyFco5 Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1DkoSTI Amazon France: http://www.amazon.fr/gp/product/B00U09LAL4 Amazon AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/B00U09LAL4 Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00U09LAL4 Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1LUhCCD Release Date: March 31st Blurb Taz: My life is finally perfect. My dreams have all come true. I'm where I want to be with the bureau; having the career I've been planning since I did my stint in the military. I'm married to the one and only woman I've ever loved; my heart beats for her alone. Together we've made beautiful babies that I adore. I'm thirty-three years old and I'm complete. Then one day, it all changes. Slate recruits me for a temporary assignment that is underneath the radar for a reason. The bureau hasn't sanctioned it as a priority, but Slate feels it is because of who is involved: Sue Ellen Reynard. Yeah, remember her? Lindsey: Our lives were perfect. Taz and I had everything we'd ever hoped for: family, careers and an everlasting devotion to one another. Suddenly nothing is the same. In a single moment, my biggest fear is realized by one phone call from Slate: an 'agent is missing'. My agent; my Taz . . . This is just the beginning of our long journey. Will things ever be the same again? EXCERPT: #1 Lindsey gave me the silent treatment on the way over to Ralston's office. "How did you know where I was? I asked. "Slate." "Hey, I said I was sorry. We're not all that late," I pointed out to her. "It's rude to keep Dr. Ralston waiting, Trace. I don't do rude. I thought this counseling was important to you, apparently I was wrong." I stopped instantly and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her around to face me. "What the fuck, Lindsey? What's up your ass at the moment?" She gave me a glare. "It just seems to me that you might find more productive ways to spend your time when you're here other than flirting your ass off with the resident skank," she snapped, jerking her arm free and turning her back on me. Fuck to the no! "Wait one damn minute," I growled, spinning her back around to face me. "It just so happens I went to the shooting range because I've been trying to qualify to the new standards. It's a requirement for all agents to recertify. Diana's job is to ensure that they do." "Hmmph," she snorted derisively, "It looked pretty cozy to me, but that's neither here nor there because it sounds to me as if you plan on continuing your career with the Bureau once you're cleared." "And why shouldn't I? It's the career I've had for years, what do you expect?" I was getting angrier by the second, and her eyes were flashing pure pissed green at the moment. Time for a showdown. "I don't know why I would expect any less," she snapped, "It's always been about the FBI, right? It's never been about me and the kids, has it?" That did it. I totally lost it when she flung those words at me. No matter how much I still didn't remember, one thing that I knew, with every fiber of my being, was that what she'd just said had no truth to it. And what really burned my ass was that she knew it too! I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up against me. My eyes bored into hers and without thinking, I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her with a vengeance. It was the first time my lips had touched hers since I'd been back. There was no tenderness; it was my way of claiming her and taking possession of what was mine. She would not deny me this. Her fists pushed against my chest, and then she attempted to pull away, but her efforts were no match for my strength and determination. My lips worked hers, and my tongue invaded her mouth and possessed it. "Stop," I growled pulling back briefly to look down at her, "Don't resist me." It was something I might've said to a perp that was resisting arrest, but at this moment, I was saying it to my wife. My mate. The woman that I loved more than life itself. And suddenly the realization that this was the truth overwhelmed me. My tempo slowed, morphing from anger to affection; and from frustration to need. Lindsey felt the change and stopped struggling against me. Her arms looped around my neck, and her lips started responding to mine. It was familiar, and as my tongue once again found hers, we struck a rhythm that was ours. I could feel her anger and bitterness dissipate. It was replaced with a soft sweetness that I remembered, and that I could totally bury myself into if only she would let me. "Taz," she moaned softly, finally pulling back a bit. "Lindsey," I breathed against her soft lips, my heart pounding in my chest. "Come on, we've got to make our appointment," she said softly. And we did. It was the first joint session that we'd had where Lindsey took her place next to me on the leather sofa, instead of her usual chair in the corner. Ralston didn't miss it either, quirking an eyebrow as his eyes met mine with just a hint of amusement. It was a fucking start. EXCERPT 2 Lindsey: I took a shower and dressed for bed. Part of me hoped that Taz would tap on my door and suggest we continue what we'd started earlier, but the other part of me prayed he wouldn't. What would that serve? I crawled into our huge bed and, for some reason, it felt emptier than it had over the past couple of months. I tossed and turned for a few minutes, punching my pillow several times to get it just right and then squeezing my eyes shut, trying to force sleep to descend upon me. As if that would erase the vision of my husband's face, his eyes closed, calling Talia "baby girl" as she fucked him, that had now become etched in my brain. Fuck that bitch! He was my husband! He was my lover! His cock belonged to me, not her. By denying him what I desperately wanted every bit as much as he did, I was allowing that bitch to fuck me over! I am not a weak person. It's time I claim what's always been mine. I threw the covers off of me and traipsed down the carpeted hallway to his room, not bothering to knock on the door. I caught him by surprise as I threw the door open, and saw him standing in front of the tall dresser, rooting around for something to wear. He was fresh out of the shower; a white towel slung low on his hips. He turned around as he heard my intrusion. I didn't pause in my mission, making my intent perfectly clear as I closed the distance between us, and with quick swipe of my hand, yanked the towel from his body. I didn't miss the quirk of his brow as my eyes perused his body, loving every inch of it, and knowing it was meant for my enjoyment alone. It was my playground; my turf, and I sure as hell was claiming it again. "Lindsey?" "On the bed, Taz," I said, meaning business. "I'm the only one that rides your cock." A slow, sexy smile graced his lips The rugged appearance he now rocked as a result of his beard and dark, spiky hair caused me to take a deep breath as his arms reached for me. About the Author Stalk Her: Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | Goodreads I was born and raised in southern Ohio, and with the exception of a brief stint in Dallas, TX, have been an Ohioan most of my life. My dream has always been to write a novel, and back in the early eighties I tried to do just that, having been influenced by authors such as Kathleen Woodiwiss, Johanna Lindsey, Rosemary Rogers and Laurie McBain. I remember writing to all of them through their listed publishers, and the only response I received was from Johanna Lindsey (who lived in Hawaii at the time. Ms. Lindsey advised me to continue with my dream; and to submit to various publishers again and again. Of course, at that time, publishing e-books yourself was not on the horizon; there were vanity publishing houses of course, but she advised me to avoid those. So my dream was put on the back-burner for more than 25 years until June of 2012 when suddenly I no longer had a reason not to write a novel. My sons were grown; I found myself without a career (blessedly) and the creative juices flowed once again. I finished my first novel, "Maybe Baby" in September of 2012; the next two books in the "Baby Series" titled "Baby Love" and "Be My Baby" were published in early 2013. I learned a lot in my first endeavor with self-publishing. I've made so many friends as a result that it is over-whelming. In the spring of 2013, I had an idea for a different type of Alpha, and wrote Book #1 of the "G-Man" Series, titled "Diamond Girl." This book was well-received, and I followed it with Book #2, "Love Plus One." These are stand-alone books. I am finally doing what I love and I sincerely appreciate the wonderful readers who provide feedback and take the time to comment. I hope that with each book, my writing has grown and improved as I strive to publish quality fiction.. THANK YOU! When you’re this close to the redline, there’s no room for error —or second chances. A Dark Erotic Serial from Skye Callahan IgnitionA sought after car thief for hire, Colt will do anything for a high—anything for the deafening rush of blood and chemicals that tames the ongoing anarchy in his mind. Fast cars, pain, alcohol, women… his vices come in many flavors, but one woman tempts him closer to the line he can never come back from. She’ll be his hardest theft yet—an action that will set the looming conflict with his brother on a new and violent path. Aubrey has two choices. The first she knows too well: the alluring businessman who entwined her in his deceptive plots. The second is a stranger. He makes his promises not with a silver tongue but with harsh, blunt observations that Aubrey can’t ignore. Either way, she’s caught between two brothers each seeking the other’s downfall—and neither has a problem taking her down in the processAdd it on Goodreads Spotify Playlist: Redline Series Updates Sign up for Skye's Mailing list to receive release updates! Excerpt©Skye Callahan 2015 “I need to get to work.” I shifted my weight to relieve the pain in my feet and to keep myself going. No one mentioned the post-dance adrenaline crash could be so intense. “You are working.” He leaned forward, putting his elbows on his thighs. His breath moved against my stomach and up between my breasts as he stared up at me and spoke again. “I believe what you mean is that you need to earn your share. Would you rather be standing there looking tasty or outside rubbing skin with the crowd while doing it?” He had a fucking point there, but I wasn’t fond of being described by a stranger as “tasty” and it didn’t make standing under his accessing gaze any more desirable. His hand grazed my side and I stepped back. “No touching.” “I touch what I want.” Grabbing the pocket on my apron, he pulled me closer and kept me there. “We can call in Devlin to set that straight.” Contest it, my brain shouted, but his expression was unchanging and calm, and all I needed was to piss off Devlin. Again. “Your friends with him?” I asked. “When it’s convenient,” he said with a slight scowl darkening his face. It quickly faded as his gaze settled on my face. “And you? How did you get involved with him? Tell me how he convinced you to work in his club.” “I needed the job,” I said, eager to finish the conversation and be done with him. “You needed the money—you suck at the job.” I tried not to take the sting of his insult too personally. I knew he was right, but hearing the truth from the mouth of a stranger was a blow to my tenuous grasp on self-confidence. “You’re not like the other girls.” He reached to touch my hair, but I swatted his hand away. “It’s just first night jitters.” “Jitters.” He made a sound in his throat. “Pick up that glass,” he said gesturing to the second glass on my tray. I did as he said, but he didn’t move to take it. He simply stared at it, so I instinctively followed his gaze, curious as to what was so interesting. The liquid sat there, steady in my outstretched hand with barely a ripple of movement that was more likely a result of the deep bass of the music rather than a shaky hand. We both stared in silence for a moment—and I wondered if he’d been testing me the whole time.Feed the Darkness with Skye CallahanSkye Callahan was born and raised in rural Ohio and has had an insatiable love of reading and writing since she was young. Thanks to the encouragement of teachers, family, and friends, she has found her passion in immersing herself in the imaginary worlds of the characters who live in her head. |
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