Book Blast – REMIND ME by Ann Marie Walker and Amy K. Rogers

Have you met Hudson Chase?
Chasing Fire #1
Ann Marie Walker & Amy K. Rogers
Released  April 21st, 2015
Berkley Intermix
in a tantalizing new trilogy about reigniting a forbidden desire from long

As heiress to a media
empire Alessandra Sinclair was raised to put family obligations first. But
everything changes the night her first love walks back into her life and turns
her whole world upside down. Haunted by the memories of a secret romance with a
boy from the wrong side of the tracks, she can’t seem to get Hudson Chase out
of her mind. Once again torn between two worlds, Allie must decide how much
she’s willing to risk to have the love she’s always longed for.
Ten years is a long time to wait, but billionaire Hudson Chase didn’t become CEO
of one of the country’s fastest growing companies by giving up on what he
wants. Now that he’s got Allie in his sights again, he’s determined to make her
regret breaking his heart. And this time, he’s going to make damn sure he’s not
so easy to forget.

Includes a preview of Release Me book two of the Chasing Fire trilogy.

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“Exceptional…Seriously sexy and  sinfully steamy. Can’t wait for more from this writing duo!”–New York Times bestselling author Tara Sue Me

“Walker and Rogers strike the perfect balance between blistering physical desire and heartfelt connections…”–RT Book Review  

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Exclusive Excerpt

Allie wrapped the sheet around her and climbed out of bed. A pair of French doors led to a small balcony, and when she opened them she discovered Hudson sitting on the driveway below her. On a Harley. Wearing leather.

Her mouth went dry. Up until then she’d only seen him dressed like a CEO in custom suits or cashmere sweaters. But now he looked like a bad boy from the wrong side of town. Her skin warmed at the sight of him; from his motorcycle boots to his faded jeans to his black leather jacket. She knew she was gawking, but she couldn’t help it. Below her, straddling that sleek black and chrome machine, was the boy she once knew. Only now he was powerful, in control, and if possible, ten times hotter. It was like Hudson Chase 2.0.

He cut the engine and smiled up at her. “Good morning, sleepy head.”

“Good morning.” Allie dropped her chin and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. For some reason, she found herself feeling incredibly shy. Perhaps it was being outside in her current state of undress, or perhaps it was their night of raw, uninhibited sex. She felt her face flush just thinking about the things he’d done to her the night before; things she’d like him to do again. She cleared her throat and tried her best to keep her voice level. “So that’s the bike I keep hearing about?”

“The very one.” He shifted the motorcycle back to engage the kickstand and climbed off. “Get dressed. We’re going for a ride.”

A thrill shot through her. “Be right down.”

Allie hurried back into the house, quickly changing into jeans and a lightweight sweater. She brushed her teeth and pulled her hair into a haphazard ponytail before grabbing her leather jacket and flying down the stairs. She was going for a ride on Hudson Chase’s Harley! When she reached the gravel drive she found Hudson leaning against the bike seat with a helmet in his hands. “I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake up.”

“Must be all the fresh air.”

He raised a brow as he straightened and stepped away from the bike.

“Well, I would have been up earlier if you hadn’t kept me up all night.”

“I clearly remember being given specific instructions.” He drew her against him and let his hand glide over the curve of her ass, holding her tight as his hips rolled against hers. “Don’t stop, Hudson. Oh God, don’t stop.”

Heat pooled between her legs as her traitorous body responded to his despite her embarrassment over her wanton behavior. Placing both hands on his chest, she gave him a playful shove. “Well, you can stop now.”

Hudson chuckled. “Here,” he said, handing Allie the helmet. “Put this on.”

Allie took the helmet from him and eyed it skeptically. “I don’t think it will fit over my ponytail.”

“It’s not up for debate. But you might be more comfortable with your hair down.” He reached up and gently tugged the hair tie loose, letting her long blond curls cascade around her shoulders. His knuckles brushed her cheek. “You look beautiful.”

His touch ignited her skin. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes and began to wonder if they’d make it back in the house, let alone on a bike ride. If he wanted to take her right there on the gravel, she’d probably let him.

Though thousands of miles apart, Ann Marie Walker and Amy K. Rogers are in constant contact, plotting story lines and chatting about their love of alpha males, lemon drop martinis and British supermodel, David Gandy. You can find them on twitter as @AnnMarie_Walker and @Amy_KRogers. 
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Book Blast – EXCHANGE OF FIRE by P.A. DePaul

Today we’re having a book blast for Exchange of Fire by P.A. DePaul. I’m super excited about this blast. We’ll be revealing a deleted scene from Exchange of Fire and it’s on sale right now as well!! Enjoy and make sure you enter P.A.’s giveaway!!

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Introduction from the author:

Exchange of Fire’s gone through quite a few changes since I typed the first draft. Some of them major. This scene was one of the first ones to be changed. As I wrote it, the storyline started shifting to be more about Cappy and his wound then about an assassin coming after Wraith by invading Grady’s home. Not good and too much time was being wasted trying to bring it back on track. As I brainstormed, I realized this scene could be so much more suspenseful and really dive into both Grady and Wraith’s personal storylines if I didn’t include Cappy and shifted Mars outside, trying to pick them off. Ultimately, this one scene developed into multiple chapters of high action and personal suspense (Chapters 39-41 to be exact). Hope you enjoy a peek at an earlier version!

Exclusive Deleted Scene:

Grady crouched and squeezed off two shots down the hall to give Cappy a chance to find cover. Suddenly, the C.O. gripped his left side, toppled over, and pull himself behind the couch, leaving behind a grisly trail of blood.


Grady whipped his head over to make sure Sandra was still with him. She wasn’t. Sonofabitch. He peered around the edge of the fireplace acting as a patrician between the living and dining rooms, and his heart stopped. She crept along the perimeter of the room, ducking behind chairs toward Cappy. Her whole body was silhouetted by the light coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows that comprised the back wall of the living room. She was a Goddamn moving target.

Grady brought his gun up and stepped from behind the fireplace. He ran to the corner of the hallway, placing his shoulder blades flat against the drywall. Where had that bastard gone? His former military training roared through his veins as he assessed his house’s layout. One of the most dangerous, yet rewarding, directives he’d experienced when he was a Marine was being a part of a unit that kicked down doors and cleared insurgents out in Baghdad. Except then, he had about seven other guys and snipers on the roofs as they leap-frogged through rooms taking out bad guys.

He now had a team of two. Himself and Sandra. But he knew the terrain since it was his Goddamn house acting as a warzone. When Mars dove down the hall, he had to choose between three bedrooms and a bathroom. Based on logic, the guy had probably been creeping forward, so that meant he was most likely in the first guest bedroom.

The one Grady rested against. Shit. He rolled.

Two bullets pierced the drywall where he had just stood and traveled until they slammed into the side of the kitchen island. Pots and pans clattered as the bullets expended their energy.

Grady continued his momentum and rolled to his feet, keeping low to the ground. He flicked on his throat-mic and whispered, “Talk to me, Sandra. How’s he doing?”

“It’s bad. I’ve slowed the bleeding, but he needs a hospital.”

Shit. Exactly what he was afraid of when he saw the gut shot.

“He keeps saying he won’t go,” she continued. “But we’ll see about that.”

“Did you get a hold of the others?”

“Yeah. I used Cappy’s phone and sent a text warning them away.”

Grady breathed out. While that was great news, it also sucked, knowing you just told back-up to grab a beer while you fought a psycho alone.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they showed up anyway.”

His gut clenched. That was his other fear. Talon was just bull-headed enough to come barging in even though they needed their asset, the inside man, to stay safe.

“Roger.” He flicked his mic off and took a step forward. A large, dark shape emerged from the bedroom, racing toward him. Grady pulled his gun up and squeezed off a round. The shape didn’t slow. He didn’t have time for another shot. Mars ran right into him, literally. Grady fell on his ass in the most ungraceful position.

The assassin kept running.

“Heads up,” Grady shouted, scrambling into a shooting position. He fired at the man’s back. The bullet pierced the guy’s coat, but Mars still didn’t slow down. “He’s got armor on.”

Pffffft. Pffffft.

Sandra! Grady jumped up and started running.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Grady dropped and crab-walked forward out of Cappy’s line of fire. He placed his shoulder against a high-backed chair and edged his gun around. With no lights or moonlight, Grady couldn’t see many details but even he could figure out Cappy was gone when he peered behind the couch. Only a large pool of blood now stained the oriental let him know where he had lain.

Mars stalked toward the windows, giving Grady the advantage of seeing the man’s outline.

Where was Sandra?

Grady pulled the trigger. Blood spurted from the assassin’s left shoulder and the guy jerked, whirling toward him. Sandra jumped from her spot behind the couch, her knife catching the little bit of dull light as she thrust it forward and slashed down.

Mars cried out as his right leg buckled.

“Everyone, back off,” Sandra yelled, circling the assassin.

Screw that. Grady raced forward.

Mars raised his right hand, the gun just seconds from sighting on her head. Sandra dropped onto his stomach and punched him in the face with her silver knuckles. His head snapped to the side as a tooth flew from his mouth. The gun paused then resumed its deadly aim.

Grady raised his arm and sighted.

“I swear to God, Grady, if you pull that trigger,” she said as she slammed her knuckles into Mars’ face again, shredding the skin on his cheek. “I will make your life a living hell. This bastard’s mine.”

In one deft move, she switched the knife from her right to her left hand and sliced the tendon on Mars’ forearm.

The assassin screamed as the silenced gun flopped to the rug with a dull thud. He curled his bleeding arm into his chest.

Cappy pulled himself around the couch’s corner and Sandra glanced up at the movement. Mars used that moment to slam his left fist into her face. She jerked back, dropping off his stomach.

  1. Grady shot the man in the leg.

Mars screamed and twitched, but he couldn’t do much more since Grady had aimed for the leg Sandra had already crippled.

She righted herself, holding the right side of her head. She bucked with the man as if she were riding a bull in a rodeo. Her knife switched back to her right hand and she sliced through the bastard’s shirt. Mars drew back to punch her again but Cappy caught the man’s arm and held it down.

“Go ahead,” he wheezed, using what had to be the last of his reserves to keep Mars from hitting her again. “Finish it.”

Riiiiiipppppp. She pulled the fabric apart and released the binding on the armor vest. Mars’ chest rose and fell as he sucked in air.

“Let him go, Cappy. Give him a fighting chance to stop me.”

Grady’s heart filled with something he’d be hard pressed not to call love. He was also scared and pissed as hell at her taking this risk, but proud of her not ending the man in cold-blood either.

Cappy held her eyes a moment then dipped his chin. He let go and rolled to his back panting.

Mars swung at her head but she dodged back. He regrouped and clamped onto her leg, trying to push her off as he squeezed and flailed. She held on. He let go and wormed his hand under his body. He fumbled a moment, then whipped out a switchblade.

“Look out,” Grady shouted, lunging forward.

Sandra sprang off his body.

The switchblade in Mars’ hand hung suspended as his eyes bugged, staring at her face. He tried to breathe in once, but gurgled on blood seeping out of the corner of his mouth.

Sandra’s aim had been true.

Grady slammed her body to his. She wrenched her head to watch as Mars’ face reddened, then his body gave out. He sagged, his head drooping to the side as he died staring at Sandra.

She slumped.

“Are you hurt?” He clutched the sides of her head and she whimpered. “Christ. I’m sorry. I forgot he hit you. Let me see.”

She jerked her head out of hands. “Cappy first.”

Shit. She was right. His inner caveman didn’t give a shit about the other man though. It only knew his woman was injured and demanded he take care of her. Pipe down, he told it and let her go. She raced to Cappy’s side and dropped to her knees.

“Oh God,” she cried. “He’s barely breathing.”

“I’m calling 911.”

“No,” Cappy’s voice wheezed, stilling Grady’s hand from reaching for his cellphone. “No hospital.”

“You have to go,” Sandra snapped.

“No.” Cappy shook his head. “Gunshot.” His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. “Required.” Breath. “To report.” Huge breath. “Police.”

“Shit. He’s right,” Grady said.

“I’ll call Talon back.” Sandra fumbled for the phone.

The garage door opening caught Grady’s attention. “Someone’s here.” He ran to the kitchen door and waited, his gun at the ready to nail anyone other than the team.

The door squeaked open and Grady put the barrel to the intruder’s temple. “Freeze, asshole.” The man stopped.

“Geez, Casper. I knew we didn’t get along, but this is a little extreme,” Talon’s voice said dryly.

“Oh thank God,” Sandra called. “Talon, get your ass in here.”

The prick shot him a look as he tore past, Romeo and Magician following a step behind.

“What happened?” Talon barked as he rounded the fireplace.

“Mars shot him.”


A late twenty-something, thin man stepped through the door. His hair standing up in the back and he seemed as if he was frayed around the edges. His blue-checked, button down and khaki pants should have looked nice but they were ill-fitting. Grady put his hand out, stopping him from moving further in the kitchen.

He leaned forward and whispered, “I don’t know you. You stay right here with me.”

“He won’t go to the hospital,” Sandra continued to explain.

Mystery Boy’s eyes widened. “Wraith. She’s still safe.” His shoulder sagged.


About Exchange of Fire:

9780698180949-ExchangeofFi_CVFaking her death was easy, living with her past is harder, but nothing is more dangerous than falling in love…

Sandra Walsh was a deadly sniper for the Sweet Briar Group, a covert agency with assassins for hire, until her last mission went horribly wrong, accidentally killing an innocent girl. Knowing she’s a danger to her team, Sandra goes off the grid, becoming a Shade—an agent declared dead but secretly hiding among the living. She intends to honor her vow never to pull another trigger or have contact with the spy world again. Until she meets Casper Grady…

Grady is a former Marine with a troubled past and a debt to pay. His life mission has gone from protecting the nation to helping local children and their families. The moment he meets Sandra, he knows there’s more to her than meets the eye, but he can’t help but be drawn to the mysterious femme fatale. And when Sandra’s past suddenly catches up to her, Grady is determined to protect her at all costs, no matter how dark and dangerous her secrets are.

As the danger increases, so does their intense attraction. But when they’re forced to choose between each other and the people they’ve sworn to protect, their growing love might not be enough to keep them together—or alive…

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P.A. DePaul Bio:

PA DePaul Author PhotoP.A. DePaul is a multi-genre romance author including paranormal fantasy and romantic suspense. She originally hails from Carroll County and Baltimore County, Maryland, but also lived in Macon and Warner Robins, Georgia. She currently resides in a beautiful community just outside Philadelphia. Exchange of Fire is the first novel in the SBG series with the second novel, Shadow of Doubt, releasing April 2015. You can also find out more about her at,,,, and

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The I <3 My…Trilogy by Sabrina Lacey

The I Love My… Trilogy is the box
set of the entire “I Love My…” romance series. It’s jam-packed with “I Love My
Healed Heart” “I Love My Side of The Story” and “I Love My Fire” —three whole
novels, just shy of 200,000 words! In the intertwining erotic romance stories
of three best friends (Fashion Magazine Assistant Editor Jessica Harper,
Casting Director Amber Monroe, and Passionate Painter Nicole Henry) we fall in
love with their friendships, their quirks, and most of all, their hot as hell
men! Jessica’s been cheated on, Amber’s in a stale relationship, Nicole’s been
single for three years, and against the electric backdrop of New York City,
they battle their way to true love with the help of each other and a loyalty
you will love.
women acted this way across the globe, men would only be able to cheat with
each other because the sisterhood would be so strong.” – Amazon Review
I never thought I’d be the type of girl
to answer a sex ad. They were gross, laughed at, ridiculously disturbing even.
But then there are those posts tonight that cause my mind to question the
masses, the ones that beckon me, like: “Use me like I’m him” and “I’m free of
judgment – and in New York for only one night.” The latter one really catches
my attention.
Why am I looking? Because I am at the
height of my sexual prime and even though my heart hurts from the loser
boyfriend that just under two months ago ended our relationship without my
consent, I want it. Sex. I want a man’s body on top of mine.  I want the pressure of his chest against me –
the weight of him, the smell of him, on top of me. Behind me. Underneath me.
Next. To. Me. 
I want it.  So I answered one.
Will I tell anyone I answered the
ad?  Hell, no. 
While I’m sitting on my couch with my
glass of Pinot Grigio, watching an episode of So You Think You Can Dance, I hear it…the unmistakable sound of an
email alert on my phone. It could be more spam from my credit cards. It could
be a notice that someone liked my post on Facebook (I really need to turn those
alerts off), or it could be my ticket out of this boredom and anger. I consider
waiting for the commercial break to check it… Yeah, right. I reach for the
The email reads, “I loved what you had
to say. You’re really funny. And if those pics you sent are real, I’d love to
meet you. Where are you now?”
My heart starts
to race.
Sabrina Lacey used to shoot photography and for
a while, fashion. She was like Diego, the photographer in I Love My Healed Heart who worked the tents at Fashion Week. It
gave Sabrina all the insight she needed to create a fantastical tale about the
glamorous lives those people don’t really live. 😉 Now she lives in Los
Angeles, CA. with her dog Pippin. He
wouldn’t comment for this bio. He’s an enigma, that one. A tiny, fluffy, white
Maltese, enigma who captured her heart and ran with it. She however would like
to say that she loves you for coming
along for the ride.  Cheers and Happy



Stripped From You by Marissa Carmel

You know how it ends, now see how it all began… 
“It doesn’t matter how many women touch this body, only one woman has ever touched this soul.”
Ryan Pierce doesn’t come from much, doesn’t ask for much, and doesn’t expect much. And he’s come to accept that, until, Alana Remington. Alana is the girl who struck the match that lit his world on fire. She’s the girl who opened his eyes to more. Who made him believe that just because you have nothing, doesn’t mean you are nothing. And he loves her fiercely for it. But, just because you come together, doesn’t mean you stay together. One fateful decision rips Ryan and Alana apart and neither of them are ever the same again. 
For five years he’s regretted that decision, but the deep seeded anger, shame and resentment has kept him from reaching out. And over those five years, a series of moments have spun Ryan’s world in a direction he never saw coming. A world ruled by endless nights, infinite women and the name Jack the Stripper. A world, unbeknownst to him, that may just let two severed hearts collide. 
(Stripped From You is a Prequel to Strip Me Bare)
Note- Stripped From You can be read as a stand-alone novel, but the author
suggests reading Strip Me Bare first. 
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course not, I just met you.”
“Then how about giving me the benefit of the doubt?”
She raises an eyebrow at me, and before I give her a chance to
respond I slam the shot then pull her face to mine. And as my mouth covers
hers, heat rapidly spreads through my body. 
She’s momentarily stunned. Her body
is rigid against me, but then she relaxes, parts her lips and lets the tart
liquid slide into her mouth.
can’t believe I just did that.
can’t believe she just let me.
After she swallows, she lets her lips linger, sucking up the taste of
the sweet shot, causing my nervous system to shift into hyper-drive. We break
apart slowly, but I refuse to let go of the nape of her neck. She just stares
up at me with these enthralling eyes I know I’ll never be able to resist.
“Do you always break the rules?” she asks.
“No, not usually, but you seem to make me want to do crazy things.”
“Was that crazy?”
“Let’s do it again and find out.”
I lick my lower lip, tasting the sweet remnants of her lip gloss
before I drop another shot. I pause for just a beat before lean down and press
my mouth back to hers and let the alcohol flow between us. I flick my tongue
against her teeth right before I pull away. I shouldn’t like this so much, but
I do. I like the way she looks, the way she feels, they way she smells. 
something about her, something ventilating; like she oxygenates the atmosphere.
I catch the cool beats to a song I recognize pumping though the air.
“Do you want to dance?” I ask her.
“You can dance?”
“There’s only one thing I can do better.” I smirk.
Alana cocks her eye brow suggestively.
“Draw.” I fire back. “The only thing I can do better is draw. Dirty
girl.” I tease as I grab her hand and lead her out to the dance floor knowing
Mac will look after our drinks.
Once we find a comfortable spot, I start to move to the smooth
rhythm, leaving a little room between us so it doesn’t feel like I’m forcing
myself on her. Drake sings coolly about hot love and affection as we move in
sync to the beat, our bodies brushing and grazing as the music plays on, then
finally coming together in a comfortable unison. I wrap one hand around her
waist as I roll my hips into hers, pressing our bodies as close as they can possibly
get. Alana runs her hands up my chest and hooks her arms lightly around my neck
keeping tempo with the music. She moves lithely against me, inducing my heart,
thoughts, and pulse to race. 
Fuck, I’m
drowning in want for this girl.
I slide my hands up under her shirt and
caress the smooth, soft skin of her lower back as she nuzzles her face into my
neck, her warm breath skating across my collarbone, making me instantly hard.
She lifts her head and meets my stare, which I know is filled with
lust and unrepentantly wanton. She bites her lower lip, our bodies still jiving
to the slow seductive music. In a brazen move, I slip my hand up the back of
her bare thigh and cup her ass cheek under the hem of her short shorts. She
gasps as I work my fingers against her, massaging the fleshy part of her
bottom. I’m absolutely aching being this close to her, touching her, stroking
her, grinding against her.
“Are you sure drawing is the only thing you can do better?” she pants
in my ear.

Hold on, We’re Going Home- Drake
The Other Side- Jason Derulo
Demons- Imagine Dragons
Dark Horse- Katy Perry
Say Something- A Great Big World
Summertime Sadness- Lana Del Rey
Royals- Lorde




“I may have had more lovers than you, and I may take my
clothes off for countless women, but you are the only one who can strip me
Do you ever stop loving someone just because
they’re gone? Five years ago Ryan Pierce disappeared from Alana Remington’s
life without leaving so much as a post-it note behind. He was the one she gave
her heart to, her soul to, and her virginity to.  So imagine her surprise when she finds him
dancing at one of NYC’s hottest male revues as Jack the Stripper.
Ryan never stopped loving Alana, and now that she
serendipitously dropped back into his life, he’s vowed never to lose her
again.  But being together has its costs,
and challenges Alana isn’t sure she can handle.
She finally has Ryan back; but how in the world is
she supposed to share the love of her life with half of the women in New York
We stop in front of some hanging crystals. They
clink as Ryan pushes them aside, “after you.”
I walk under an orange spotlight, into a small space with a white
leather couch deep enough to lie on and walls a warm golden yellow.  
Ryan steps in behind me and presses his body flush
against mine. My mind races. 
Is he really going to do this? 
Am I really going to let him?
Can I even handle this? Five minutes ago he was
with another woman. Quite possibly in this same room doing God only knows
“Why do you do this Ryan?” I expel. I know he
explained it in words, but I need to experience it to truly understand. 
He ambles around me so close; the only thing
separating us is a whisper of air. 
“I told you, the money,” he says as he unbuttons
his shirt.
“You said women too,” I watch him cautiously, my
gaze jumping between his eyes and his chest.
“That was before you walked back into my life.
You’re the only woman I want to touch now. The others, like you saw before,
it’s just an act. A business transaction. It’s what I have to do to get what I
“Doesn’t it make them feel used?” I flick my eyes
up at him.
“It mustn’t. They always come back.”  
“You like it. I saw your face. That wasn’t an
Ryan stands right in front of me, his shirt
unbuttoned and dangling open. “I won’t lie to you Alana, I’ll never lie to
you,” his tone is hard, but seductive. “I do like the attention. But it’s not
real. It’s my job to sell attractiveness and fantasy, and I do it well. But
that’s all it is, fantasy and I know it. When I’m with you, that’s my real.”
My breath catches when he says the word real. I
can’t help but find the irony in his words; I’m exactly to him what he is to
me. Two people one and the same, both living a double life to get what they
want; a future and each other. 
And that is what I want. A future, with Ryan.  
I go to put my hands on his chest, but he steps
away shaking his head no. “In this room, it’s all about you,” he walks around,
stopping right behind me. “You have to tell me what you want Alana,” he
whispers in my ear and I almost go limp, the sound of his voice is erotic as
I swallow hard, but can’t utter a single word,
because truth be told, I have no freakin’ idea what I want. At least, not in
this scenario. 
Ryan starts to rub my shoulders. I think he can
feel my hesitation. 
“Why are you so tense? This is supposed to be
Fun? The word rattles around in my head. Fun – a
time or feeling of enjoyment or amusement.
Okay, let’s have some fun. 
I turn around to face him and our eyes lock. “Show
“Show you what?” his tone dripping with
“Show me Jack the Stripper.”
Holy fuck!


Muse- Madness
Run- Leona Lewis
I Know You Want Me- Pitbull
Troublemaker- Olly Murs feat. Flo Rida
What You Wanted- OneRepublic
 (I Just) Died
in You Arms Tonight (Club Remix)- Cutting Crew
Counting Stars- OneRepublic
Author Bio:

Marissa Carmel has loved writing ever since a
young age. She has a duel degree in History and Political Science, but took as
many creative writing classes in college as she could. She spent most of her
twenties bartending, which is where she met her husband and a multitude of
interesting people. When she’s not reading or writing, she’s hanging out with
her family, experimenting in her kitchen or doing yoga on the living room floor.

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