Friday, March 27, 2020

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SYNOPSIS




Revenge really IS sweet. ~Alace Sweets.





A dark thriller, this book is not a light read. Filled with edge-of-your-seat suspense, this intense story commands the reader's attention as it drives towards the explosive ending. Alace Sweets is a vigilante serial killer, with everything that implies and is sure to trip all your triggers. Be ready.


At seventeen, Alace Sweets turned a corner in her life, taking the wrong shortcut home from school.


Resisting the harsh knowledge her attackers will never be made to pay for their actions, Alace takes a stand. Justice must be served, and if fate’s scales are out of balance, she’s determined to set things right as best she can.


When the laws of men fail, the rules of Alace prevail.



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What Others are Saying



"This book sucked me in and kept me reading straight through to the end." - Manda Mellett, Goodreads review



" WOW, I loved this book. So much. So buy it, read it. Seriously, go right now." - Jesse Roth, Goodreads review



"I loved reading Alace’s story. It’s heartbreaking, brutal but sweet and loving all rolled into one tiny body." - Raychel, United Indie Book Blog


"A very intense story with lots of twist and turns and shocking details. A must read for all those dark, gritty romance fans out there." - Paula, Sweet & Spicy Reads



EXCERPT


From Chapter Two


Alace Sweets



“Is everything okay?” She crossed the distance between them and leaned in so Nate could kiss her forehead, something she’d noted he liked doing. She let him wrap an arm around her shoulders, drawing her close to his side before he turned so they faced Ike.


“Nothing to worry about, baby girl.” Nate’s voice dropped into the lower registers, and she shivered at a sudden memory. That was how he’d sounded just before he buried his face between her legs last night, finding that delicate balance of aggressive licking and kissing, and a fragile tenderness that had been missing from her life for a long time. I’ll miss you, big guy.
 
“Hey, Ike.” She offered a little wave with the hand not currently tucked into Nate’s back pocket. From the outside, it probably looked like they were a longtime couple, only Nate would know that before last night all he’d gotten access to were her forehead and fingers. She’d gently rebuffed all his overtures while keeping the door open for use when it mattered most. Like last night, she thought, keeping the smile on her face small. “What’s up?”
“Hey, Pauline. Sorry to bother you and Nate.” Ike gestured towards the front room, and Nate led her towards the couch there. “I got some bad news, honey.” Tipping her head to one side, she settled next to Nate, letting him hold her close. She rested one palm on his thick thigh, allowing her fingers to curve possessively around it. “Alan Trueward, how well did…do you know him?”
Well, hell. They found him already.
She carefully didn’t let any of her thoughts show on her face. Stoicism was something she had long practiced, really since her first breath, if she were honest. All through her youth growing up in that tiny town, she’d had to hide everything inside her. All the pain and anger, the fear and loss. Getting out of bed in the morning meant sliding that particular mask into place, and she was so good at it now it was first nature, bypassing that second nature bullshit normal people lived with.
“Decent guy, he takes care of the girls.” She purposely let her smile broaden slightly. “He and April—” Alace tipped her head so she was grinning up at Nate. “—are quite the item.” Fraternization between employees at the club was frowned on, but Nate hadn’t told them to stop, which meant he probably didn’t know the reason behind it in the first place. Alace did. Alan was the entire reason she was in town, after all. Regg had sussed him out nearly two years ago, and she’d started laying plans. It’s what she did these days.
“Did you see Alan last night?”
Boy did I ever! I saw him on his knees calling out to a god who didn’t give one shit that the man was about to die. Just like Alan didn’t give one shit about those little girls he liked to rub off on when he was a teacher. Just like that judge didn’t give a shit about those little girls, giving Alan a commuted sentence because he “had such future contributions to give to society” and ignored his existing contributions to eleven little girls’ nightmares. Eleven future husbands who would have their hands full considering the woman made for them had been so abused. Alace firmly believed that every person had their one true love, and she just as firmly believed that Alan Trueward did not exist in that column for any woman, or man. God couldn’t be that cruel.
Yeah, I saw him. Saw him kneel. Saw him fall. Kicked dirt over his blood and shoveled it into the well after him. Saw the blade rise and fall, a glittering promise in every stroke seeing that taking Alan’s life was actually giving him peace, too. I promised him he’d never feel those urges again. His voice begging, pleading loudly, “I’m sick. I know. It’s a sickness.” He was sick, all right. Sick to death.


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Raised in the south, Wall Street Journal & USA TODAY bestselling author MariaLisa deMora learned about the magic of books at an early age. Every summer, she would spend hours in the local library, devouring books of every genre. Self-described as a book-a-holic, she says "I've always loved to read, but then I discovered writing, and found I adored that, too. For reading...if nothing else is available, I've been known to read the back of the cereal box."



A member of Romance Writers of America, deMora has penned a variety of stories, with five established series that include motorcycle romance, veteran repatriation, and time travel, as well as a romantic standalone, dark suspense, and a legal thriller. Her website is filled with links and information, as well as extras like character interviews, playlists, poetry, and trailer videos!



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Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Tour~ Hearts Eclipsed by L.C. Son



Hearts Eclipsed

by L.C. Son Publication Date: November 30, 2019 Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
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One Woman. Two Men. Three Hearts. A tale of two suitors. Hearts Eclipsed is a Beautiful Nightmare Companion Novel chronicling the downfall of Damina Nicaud’s love to one man and the rising of another. Narrated by both Jackson Nash and Dalcour Marchand, see the story unfold from their eyes As Jackson grapples with losing the love of his life, he must overcome a dark family history and fears far worse than death in an effort to reclaim his lost love and stake his claim as the Prime Alpha he is meant to become. Meanwhile, Dalcour races against a deadly deadline only to be caught off guard by a love that awakens the most dormant parts of his dark soul, bringing back a light he never thought he’d see. Betrayal and bloody contentions against vampire Scourges and Skull Wolves will ensue, but both men will soon discover their fight has only begun Authors Note:This book is a standalone companion novel of Beautiful Nightmare (Book One). . To ensure a pleasurable reading experience, be sure to read Beautiful Nightmare (Book One) FIRST. Hearts Eclipsed is a companion novel chronicling the events of Beautiful Nightmare from Jackson and Dalcour’s perspective. It is not a retelling of the first book in the series, but assumes the reader understands nomenclature from the first book.
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About L.C. Son

L. C. Son has the life she’s always imagined and more. A wife to one and mom to three kids and a very regal Beagle, she would say she is living a life full of awesomeness! Growing up, she spent hours reading comic books she “borrowed” from her older brother which inspired her love for heroes and all things fantasy and paranormal. Much like the characters she adored, she lives a duplicitous life. By day she works tirelessly to champion the employment of persons with severe disabilities. By night she puts on her wife-mom cape, sharing with her husband at their church and juggling their kid’s very active schedules. Writing has always come second nature to her and a skill she uses in her professional career. Beautiful Nightmare is her first published work and she’s thrilled to finally bring to life the characters that have lived in the creative corners of her mind. Presently, she’s working on Book Two of the series and developing an anthology, Origins, in continuation of the Beautiful Nightmare series.

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Blog Tour~ The Darkest Assassin by Gena Showalter


We are beyond excited to be sharing this release from Gena Showalter with you today by participating in the blog tour! THE DARKEST ASSASSIN is part of her Lords of the Underworld series and it is releasing as part of 1001 Dark Nights. Check out an excerpt and book trailer from the title below. Click here to grab your copy now.

EXCERPT
The fine hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention, as if a great and terrible evil had just neared.  A reaction usually reserved for a prince of darkness.  “What’s happening?”  
Bjorn’s tension redoubled, then redoubled again.  His breaths turned shallow.  Panic lit his eyes before he blanked his expression.  “Stay silent, no matter what you behold, hear, or smell.  Draw no attention to yourself.”
Wait.  Hold up.  Did he radiate fear
No.  No way.  This particular Sent One feared nothing.  But, as minutes bled into each other, her curiosity intensified.  Seriously, what the hell was going on?
He thinks to trick you somehow.  Whatever he tells you to do, do the opposite! 
And there was Distrust, ready to work her into a frenzy.  Fox resisted the urge to obey, instead pressing her lips together and nodding at Bjorn. 
Her ears twitched, the click-clack of high heels reverberating through the cell at a slow, steady pace.  Click.  Clack.  Click.  Clack.  One after the other. 
Tsk, tsk, tsk, Bjorn.”  A woman’s lilting voice reverberated through Fox’s cell.  “In the past hour, I’ve summoned you twice, yet here you are.” 
Summoned?  What, the bitch had snapped her fingers?  She must be his lover, then.  But why would he act so weird about a girlfriend?  And why were Fox’s nails sharpening into claws at the thought of Bjorn with some nameless, faceless female?  Foolish!
At last, the speaker strode into view, stopping directly in front of Bjorn.  Fox stared, awed.  Beautiful.  Oddly magnetic.  Angelic.  On the short side and trim, wearing an ice-blue gown made from see-through scarves.  Curly white-blond hair flowed to a trim waist, the perfect complement to her tanned skin and black-as-night eyes.  Her nails were blacker than night, and as long and sharp as Fox’s claws. 
Bjorn didn’t move, didn’t speak.  Then.  In that moment, Fox realized the truth. He did fear this woman, but mostly he raged.  Whoever she was, he hated her with the heat of a thousand suns. 
The woman walked a circle around him, tracing one of those razor-sharp nails across his chest and back.  Blood welled and dripped.  Wow.  She’d sliced his skin, and he’d let her.  Seriously, what the hell is going on?

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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Gena Showalter comes a new story in her Lords of the Underworld series… Fox is a demon-possessed immortal with many talents. --Ability to open portals—check --Power to kill the most dangerous Sent Ones—check --Scare away any man who might want to date her—mate Now, the keeper of Distrust has been marked for death, a winged assassin with rainbow-colored eyes tracking her every move, determined to avenge the males she accidentally decimated. If only she could control the desire to rip off his clothes… Bjorn is a fierce warrior with many complications. --Tragic, torture-filled past—check --A wife he was forced to wed, who is draining his life force—check --Ever-intensifying desire for the enigmatic Fox—mate Never has he hesitated to exterminate an evil being. Until now. The sharp-tongued female with a shockingly vulnerable heart tempts him in ways no one else ever has, threatening his iron control. But, as Fate itself seems to conspire against the unlikely pair, both old and new enemies emerge. And Fox and Bjorn must fight to survive. And learn to love… **Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.**  
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REVIEW QUOTES FOR KRISTEN'S NOVELS:

“I love this world…this is Gena Showalter at her best!”—J.R. Ward, #1 New York Times bestselling author
“The Gods of War series is my new obsession.”—Christine Feehan, #1 New York Timesbestselling author
"One of the premier authors of paranormal romance. Gena Showalter delivers an utterly spellbinding story!"-Kresley Cole, #1 New York Times bestselling author
"Gena Showalter never fails to dazzle."-Jeaniene Frost, New York Times bestselling author
 
 

AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of the spellbinding Lords of the Underworld series, two young adult series–Everlife and the White Rabbit Chronicles–and the highly addictive Original Heartbreakers series. In addition to being a National Reader’s Choice and two time RITA nominee, her romance novels have appeared in Cosmopolitan and Seventeen magazine, she’s been mentioned in Orange is the New Black–if you ask her about it, she’ll talk for hours–and her books have been translated in multiple languages. She’s hard at work on her next novel, a tale featuring an alpha male with a dark side and the strong woman who brings him to his knees. You can learn more about Gena, her menagerie of rescue dogs, and all her upcoming books at genashowalter.com
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Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Release Blitz ~ The Darkest Assassin by Gena Showalter



We are beyond excited to be sharing this release from Gena Showalter with you today! THE DARKEST ASSASSIN is part of her Lords of the Underworld series and it is releasing as part of 1001 Dark Nights. It just went live today! Check out an excerpt and book trailer from the title below. Click here to grab your copy now.

 

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About THE DARKEST ASSASSIN:

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Gena Showalter comes a new story in her Lords of the Underworld series… Fox is a demon-possessed immortal with many talents. --Ability to open portals—check --Power to kill the most dangerous Sent Ones—check --Scare away any man who might want to date her—mate Now, the keeper of Distrust has been marked for death, a winged assassin with rainbow-colored eyes tracking her every move, determined to avenge the males she accidentally decimated. If only she could control the desire to rip off his clothes… Bjorn is a fierce warrior with many complications. --Tragic, torture-filled past—check --A wife he was forced to wed, who is draining his life force—check --Ever-intensifying desire for the enigmatic Fox—mate Never has he hesitated to exterminate an evil being. Until now. The sharp-tongued female with a shockingly vulnerable heart tempts him in ways no one else ever has, threatening his iron control. But, as Fate itself seems to conspire against the unlikely pair, both old and new enemies emerge. And Fox and Bjorn must fight to survive. And learn to love… **Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.**  
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Excerpt:

“Is the plan to beat and imprison me?” Fox asked, keeping her tone conversational. “Or to straight-up kill me?”
A muscle jumped beneath his eye. The fact that he continued to hold her stare, despite her nakedness and his erection, proved the strength of his willpower. “What you did to my brethren, I will do to you. This day, you will die by my hand.”
Exactly as she’d suspected. “Did you hurt anyone on the way in?” If so, she would kill him this day.
“I did not. Unlike you, I do not slaughter innocents.”
Ouch. Such a low blow. Accurate, but low. At least she didn’t have to worry he’d lied. Sent Ones were only able to speak truths. “Would it help my cause if you knew I was under the influence of a demon I despise with every fiber of my being?”
His eyes narrowed to tiny slits. With zero hesitation, he told her, “You welcomed the demon and now complain about its influence? No. Nothing will help. The men you killed were beloved. They had families and friends eager for their return.”
She flinched, a heavy weight settling on her shoulders. “You know I’ll defend myself?”
“I do,” he said with a slight incline of his chin.
For whatever reason, the action spurred him into dropping his gaze to her small but pert breasts…where it remained.
She arched a brow at him, not that he noticed, and fought a new wave of shivers, his stare more potent than a caress. “Let me know when you’re done staring. Okay, sport?”
“I will.” He shocked her. He didn’t offer any more, and he didn’t look away.
Was this a battle tactic meant to disarm her mentally and emotionally? Like she really cared about her nudity. She wasn’t shy, or modest, and she maybe kinda sorta…liked the way he studied her, almost as if he’d never beheld anyone so fine. A trick, no doubt. Fox wasn’t classically beautiful. Her features were too angular for such a claim. But she liked to think she had presence.

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REVIEW QUOTES FOR KRISTEN'S NOVELS:

“I love this world…this is Gena Showalter at her best!”—J.R. Ward, #1 New York Times bestselling author
“The Gods of War series is my new obsession.”—Christine Feehan, #1 New York Timesbestselling author
"One of the premier authors of paranormal romance. Gena Showalter delivers an utterly spellbinding story!"-Kresley Cole, #1 New York Times bestselling author
"Gena Showalter never fails to dazzle."-Jeaniene Frost, New York Times bestselling author
 
 

AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of the spellbinding Lords of the Underworld series, two young adult series–Everlife and the White Rabbit Chronicles–and the highly addictive Original Heartbreakers series. In addition to being a National Reader’s Choice and two time RITA nominee, her romance novels have appeared in Cosmopolitan and Seventeen magazine, she’s been mentioned in Orange is the New Black–if you ask her about it, she’ll talk for hours–and her books have been translated in multiple languages. She’s hard at work on her next novel, a tale featuring an alpha male with a dark side and the strong woman who brings him to his knees. You can learn more about Gena, her menagerie of rescue dogs, and all her upcoming books at genashowalter.com
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Friday, December 6, 2019

Blog Tour- Sally by L. Moone



SALLY: A Steamy Chick Lit Novella

Undateables, #3 by L. Moone Publication Date: December 2, 2019 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Chick Lit, Romance

SYNOPSIS

I don’t do relationships. I don’t do love.
The closest thing I have to a soulmate is my best friend and colleague, Becky, and I don’t even share myself with her. To me, men are fun playthings to be enjoyed in small doses. Luckily, Mark – my latest conquest, as well as our manager at work – seems to like it that way too.
One day my carefree existence is interrupted when a ghost from my past makes an appearance. My ex Gareth has tracked me down at work, and my world threatens to crumble. Old wounds are ripped open, and painful secrets are about to be exposed. I thought I was over him, but my once strong facade threatens to break down. On top of that, Gareth’s appearance has made Mark jealous, adding awkwardness to what was previously a perfectly casual affair.
Why is it that the harder I try to ignore these complications, the worse I feel? No matter how hard I try to run from it, the past is intent on catching up with me. Perhaps now it’s time to admit that it wouldn’t be so bad to confide in someone. To rely on someone other than myself.
Sally is the third book in L. Moone’s Undateables series. This women’s fiction novella features themes of loss, gender-nonconformity and plenty of colourful (British English) language.
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EXCERPT 

“Sally and you are close, so what do you think the story is?” Cath asks.
“I dunno, she hasn’t let on,” Becky responds. “She doesn’t exactly share stuff, you know.”
Fuck, here we go.
Both have their backs turned towards me, but Elaine, who’s so far just been listening in has spotted me and started shuffling uncomfortably from one foot to the next.
“Don’t mind me, I’m just going to do some actual work,” I remark and nod at them, just as the two busybodies turn with guilty expressions on their faces.
“I’m sorry, Sal. But you’re being so mysterious that we can’t help ourselves.” Becky plops down next to me and repeatedly tries to push a lock of her stubborn hair behind her ear, to no avail.
“Whatever.”
“He was hot though, that Gareth guy.”
I shrug, trying to block my old memories of him. As disinterested as I am in those fragments of the past, I care even less to find out how hot or otherwise he is currently. Deep breaths. Some asshole from forever ago cannot hurt me anymore!
“Elaine seems to have a thing for tats. Kept using the phrase ‘the hawtness’ so often it almost became tiresome,” Becky says, then pauses for a moment before patting me on my upper arm. “Anyway, screw that. Have you seen Mark around? He asked me to pull a report first thing this morning, and now he’s nowhere to be found.”
“No flipping clue.” Who am I, his minder? “Why don’t you ask Cath.”
“Already did, but she hadn’t seen him either,” Becks responds.
I turn on my PC, and shuffle around the papers on my desk in an attempt to look busy, but Becky’s eyes continue to burn into me.
“OK, Sal. I won’t ask what’s wrong because you’d rather choke on it than tell me, but you’re not fooling anyone.”
I sigh and rub my temples. Goddamn Becky and her habit of always saying exactly what comes to mind. Shame she doesn’t know when to let things be.
“I’m glad you’re not going to ask.”
“Alright then.”
She pulls her chair closer to her workstation and pretends to be productive for a few minutes as well, before coming back towards me.
“Hey, shall we make a plan to go out? Just the two of us, no boys? I promise not to bring up anything you don’t want to talk about.” Her eyes have lit up and it’s hard not to get swept up in her sudden mood swing.
A smile forms on my lips too, despite myself. Perhaps a girls’ night out is just what I need. It would certainly beat sitting at home, driving myself crazy wondering why Gareth is trying to get in touch all of a sudden. Becky and I will have a few rounds, chat for a bit, be silly like we used to be. If only she can stop being so nosy and just focus on having fun.
“OK, sure.”
“Sally, my office?” says Mark, who turned up behind us out of nowhere. “Nice flowers.”
“Right.” I confidently push my chair back, hoping I at least come across somewhat normal. Wonder what he wants.
Becky’s eyes meet mine when I get up, but she somehow manages to contain herself and her quick tongue. The last thing I need today is her smart-ass remarks making an awkward situation even worse.
“Yes?” I ask, unable to decide whether to enter his office fully, or if this is something that can be gotten over with quickly.
“Please close the door,” Mark says, trying to sound casual. Still, my pulse starts racing immediately. I hope and pray that this isn’t a follow-up from last night, because I’m dangerously close to losing it again.
Still, I do as he says and wait in front of his desk until he finishes scribbling something on a notepad. He gestures at me to sit down, which I do as well.
“I wanted to apologise. I was out of line yesterday.” No shit.
“I’m sorry too. It’s a tricky subject for me.”
“Hopefully it won’t affect us working together?” He looks me straight in the eye, and yet I can’t tell what he’s thinking. It freaks me out when people act so guarded.
“Not at all.” I shift uncomfortably in my seat. “It need not necessarily need to affect anything else either.”
There’s no change in his expression, no twitch or blink. He gives nothing away.
“Thanks, that’s all then.”
Stunned, it takes me a few seconds of staring at him writing more nonsense scribbles onto his notepad to realise I’ve been excused rather abruptly. Well, fuck you too then.
Back at my desk, I decide to inspect the bouquet Gareth left yesterday, which had already attracted Mark’s attention earlier. It’s in a vase, with water and all, probably thanks to Becky.
I would’ve binned it.
The mixed blooms are colourful, cheery, and very out of character for the Gareth I used to know. All those years ago, he would’ve been more likely to buy me some spiky body jewellery, rather than girly flowers. There’s even an equally girly card attached. Knowing Becky, she’s probably read it already… I might as well…

Dear Sally,
What I did was inexcusable. I am so sorry.
Please allow me this chance to explain. The past eight years have been rough, for you too I imagine, and I’ll understand if you never want to see me again after this.
But I must try and do my bit to make amends.
Yours,
Gareth

Fuck.
Rough, eh? For the first few years, that would be the understatement of the century. Lately, things have of course perked up considerably, and it’s hard to imagine putting all that at risk to give him a chance to explain fucking dumping me on what was meant to be the best day of our lives.
I ought to ignore him, avoid him, never speak to him again. Do to him what he did to me.
It’s childish, I know it is. And it wouldn’t be satisfying because the current scenario isn’t nearly as emotionally loaded as how things were when he let me down. What the hell is wrong with him? To think that after abandoning me when I needed him the most, I’d just welcome him back with open arms to let him explain why?
He’s got to be delusional.
It occurs to me that my current state of mind is a lot more productive than yesterday’s shock. Maybe hearing him out wouldn’t be so bad, if I can remain sufficiently angry throughout. Telling him where to shove his explanation might bring me closure.
I stuff the card back into the little envelope and hide it in my desk to prevent anyone else from accessing it too easily. Just when I close the desk drawer, Becky turns up with two cups: tea for her, coffee for me.
“Thought you could use this,” she says, while putting it down on my desk.
“Cheers.”
“How are things between you and the hair?” She puts extra emphasis on her favourite nickname for Mark, who indeed has the most perfect hair I’ve ever come across in the wild.
Goddamnit, here we go again. If being asked about Gareth was uncomfortable, an interrogation about Mark and I would be a close second. Especially since I can’t figure out why he’s made a complete U-turn since last night.
I can think of only one way to derail this conversation: relying on Becky’s complete inability to contain her own happiness whenever prompted.
“Fine,” I respond. “Say, how come you’re just squeezing me for gossip lately. Why don’t you tell me about your own love life for a change?”
Becky blushes slightly and stares down into her drink while taking a sip.
“Things are great.”
“Uhuh.”
Her eyes dart back and forth between me and the rest of our colleagues, who are far away enough that they couldn’t possibly overhear. That was easy.
“Alex and I are planning to-I probably shouldn’t tell you this.” Becky tries to keep a straight face, but soon a coy smile breaks through anyway. Score!
“Don’t be a tease. Spill.”
“Well I told him I quite like the idea of doing it somewhere less private… Somewhere with more fresh air if you get my drift.” She fidgets with a lock of her hair while speaking. The innocence of that gesture is hilariously out of whack with what she’s just said.
“You want to go dogging?! That’s insanely awesome. Are you planning to get people to watch?” I can’t suppress a grin myself. Former good girl Becky continues to surprise me; she truly has undergone an insane transformation these past few months. What’s even more of a shock is Alex’s willingness to accept the new her. Most men would baulk at some of her ideas.
“I dunno… But a change of scenery would be exciting.”
I lean back, warming my hands on the hot cup.
“Sweet. I’m proud of you, Becks. Hope you don’t mind me saying you were a bit dull earlier, when you were still together with Jeff.”
“I know. That’s all in the past now.” She sniggers to herself and puts her mug down, with that same smile still playing on her lips.
“Good for you.”
I’d never admit it to her in so many words, but at times  I am glad for her how things turned out with Alex. Obviously I had plenty of reservations before, which I’ve been vocal about. The biggest problem I saw was that whole disaster that happened a few weeks ago after they had lunch with her Mum and he seemed to drop off the face of the earth for almost a week.
His reasons were solid, but the poor execution would have made it near impossible for me to forgive him, had I been in Becky’s shoes. She’s a better person than I am.
“So, how about tomorrow night? Just you and me?” Becky says.
“Are you sure you don’t need to ask for permission first,” I tease. “After all, your man might have different ideas.”
“Don’t be a cow.”
“OK. It’s a plan."
 ABOUT L. MOONE

Realistic characters, pure emotions, true passion. Everything I write is about the characters: how they interact, what’s going on in their heads, how the passionate relationship develops and affects them. I don’t believe in keeping things hidden, or dressing them up just for show. Some of my characters are potty-mouths, most of them are less than perfect (yes, even physically). I aim to write a happy ending for all of them, without keeping anything behind closed doors.

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