“TASTE OF TEMPTATION” by Amelia Grey New Contemporary Romance!! Giveaways!

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She Came to Avoid a Scandal

 

Olivia Banning came to London to solve one mystery, and stumbled upon another quite by accident. Unfortunately her plans are disrupted when the notoriously rakish Earl of Dugdale catches her investigating—in his bedchamber.


And Ended Up the Talk of the Ton


Andrew Terwillger, the Earl of Dugdale, scoffs at Olivia’s tales of things that go bump in the night, although her beauty and courage are tempting. When they’re caught in a kiss, neither he nor she wants the marriage Society demands. But marry they must, despite their misgivings. And as soon as they say “I do,” increasingly strange and mysterious things start to happen…

 
 
 

A Taste of TemptationA Taste of Temptation by Amelia Grey

My rating: 4 of 5 stars



As with all of this authors books, the time period felt real and well developed. I enjoyed the story between these two charactes. Witty, smart, this authors heroines always make for great reading. I am happy to see this released with an updated cover! I really enjoyed this book!!! If you like a little mystery with your historical romance, pick this up!



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Suzy’s a control freak and has her life mapped out
– work hard, find a man with a stable job, and live
happily ever after. She’s content with the status q
uo, but her plan comes to a screeching halt when he
enters her life and turns it upside down.
City gave up on love when his heart was crushed in
college, preferring to be the typical bachelor. He
spends his nights hopping from one bed to another a
nd his days working at his family tattoo shop,
Inked. A chance encounter on a dark road makes him
question what he had sworn off forever – a
relationship.
A night of passion and lust causes them to question
everything. Is City the knight in shining armor to
the
damsel in distress? Can their relationship survive
when a fantasy falls apart and a secret comes out t
hat
changes everything?

 

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“Do you swear?” I
asked as she set the glass back on the bar.
“What?” She gaped
at me.
“Do you swear? Sim
ple question. You’ve said ‘heck’ and ‘friggin’’ so
far,
but nothing dirty.”
“Oh, um, yeah, I s
wear.” Her cheeks turned pink and a small smile
spread across her face. “I’m just used to watching
my words with the kids around all day.”
“Prove it,” I said
as I stared in her blue sapphire eyes.
“What? Why?”
“Cause I need to k
now if it’s in you. Are you all good girl or is the
re more
under there dying to come out?” I hid the smile and
laughter that was so close to breaking free from m
y
lips. The pink of her cheeks spread across her face
. I know I embarrassed her, but fuck, I needed to k
now
if I stood a chance.
“Yes, I swear. Wha
t do you think I am? I’m not a child, City.” She gl
ared
at me as she raised the drink to her lips and wrapp
ed them around the rim. Fuck I wanted those lips
wrapped around my shaft, taking me deep and sucking
me off.
“Never said you we
re, babe. Do you drink besides tonight?” I asked, n
ow
smiling because I knew she was upset. I liked the f
ire I saw in her eyes when I pointed out her good g
irl
qualities – she obviously didn’t like being labeled
.
“Sometimes. I’m ju
st responsible. I don’t drink and drive. My dad use
d to
be a cop and it was drilled into my head at an earl
y age.” The words she spoke hit me like a ton of br
icks.
Drunk driving was the one thing in the world that c
aused my blood to boil.
Good girl teacher
with a cop father? Just my luck. “Nothin’ wrong wit
h
that. Virgin daiquiris aren’t always your thing, th
en?”
“Why? Do I have to
be a drinker? I mean does it make me less of an
adult?”
“No, Suzy. Just tr
ying to get a feel for who you are – what you
are.”
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Rape. One word changed his life. Mason Tredwell had it all. He was a good looking, well respected doctor. He had money, power, friends, and never worried about finding a woman to warm his bed. But, that all changed when he was wrongfully accused of rape. And now, after five years in prison and the loss of everything he cared about, he wants revenge.
Abandoned as a baby and bounced around different foster homes, Kat Gingham never really had a charmed life. But now, things are really falling apart. She has no money, no job, and even her lying, cheating boyfriend is gone too. She allows herself one night to cry about her situation before she picks herself back up. Kat falls asleep, safe in her bed, but when she wakes up, she’s no longer at home, and she’s no longer alone. She’s facing Mason, a guy who claims she ruined his life. And he’s hell bent on breaking her down, humiliating her, just like she supposedly did to him.
The problem is that she claims she has no clue what he is talking about, but he doesn’t believe her, declaring facts don’t lie.
Is Kat lying? Can she convince Mason to let her go? Or is fate playing a role in why they were thrown into this together?
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“All
right, fine. You’re on,” he said after a moment of hesitation.  “Tell me,
what is my favorite book?”
 Count of Monte Cristo,” Kat answered
almost instantly.  She watched Mason’s eyebrows shoot toward the
sky.  She got it.  It wasn’t really hard to tell that was his
favorite book.  He didn’t speak, and the obvious shock on his face was
almost comical.  She felt she had to put him out of his misery and tell
him how she knew that was probably the book that had gotten him through his
nights in prison.  “I know it’s your favorite because it’s the most worn
out one in your massive collection, like you’ve read it over and over
again.  The pages are folded, noting your favorite passages.  But
that’s not why it’s your favorite.  You love it because it’s a story of
revenge. It’s a story about a man who was wrongfully imprisoned and seeks
revenge upon those who put him there. Am I right?”
He
seemed to snap out of his thoughts. “You know nothing about revenge.” His voice
was like cold steel.  “You can’t possible understand where I’m coming
from.”
“Oh,
but you’re wrong,” she cut him off. “The Count of Monte Cristo is not
only about seeking revenge, it’s also about a man who goes half-mad seeking
that revenge. Dante only realizes too late that in order for him to truly get
revenge, he must forgive his enemies and himself. So yes, Mason, I do know a
thing or two about revenge, but you should know that without forgiveness, you
won’t be able to free yourself.”  She didn’t give him a chance to rebut
before she turned to walk out the door, only looking back for a moment, a smile
playing on her lips. “I’ll be taking my day off tomorrow.”
 She left him sitting stunned but not
for long.  She heard him storm out of the room and out the door only moments
later.  That was proof that she had gotten under his skin, and she did
take the next day off, but he avoided her like the plague after that.  Her
cat chasing mouse game continued with him brushing her off.  But she
wasn’t giving up.
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About me, huh? Hmmm, let’s see…some fun facts: I’m in my late twenties, I’m married to a great guy who likes to drive me crazy sometimes, but I love it and him, I am one of those people that when asked to do something says “No…Yes” (yeah, I know, I’m stuck in the 90’s), I am a total nerd (like you couldn’t tell), I am a Trojan (Fight On!), I work in health insurance (fun times-well, I actually work with my sis, so I guess they technically are fun times), I am way too close to my fam and I feel like I’m forgetting something, hmm…oh yeah, I LOVE to read and write!!!
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Book: THAT GIRL
A Standalone Novel by HJ Bellus
Genre: New Adult/Sports Romance
 
SYNOPSIS:
This book is about That Girl…
The girl who leaves behind her past, including her name; runs away from home and vows to never let another identity claim her again. Broken dreams, an abusive step-dad and ugly memories from her childhood are the only shattered remnants that have the ability to haunt her.
With no money, an endless blank slate laying ahead of her and no hopes for the future, she sets out to survive at minimum wage jobs, moving from town to town, changing her name with each move, and never allowing glimpses of her past to threaten her empty future.
Average in every way, from her looks to her personality and even her style, there is not much to remember about her. When she abandons one town for another, she leaves behind her fake identity in the search of the next one, while leaving people asking themselves, “I wonder what ever became of that girl.”
This was her reality until Lincoln Wilks.
The number one defensive football player in Denver who finally names That Girl.
 
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HJ BELLUS 
 
I’m just a simple girl who loves the country life… Oh yeah, & a good corn dog! Throw in a little Vanilla Ice, and shits bound to get crazy!  
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Title: The Bare Bones

Author: Layla Wolfe

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: April 1, 2014


 

SYNOPSIS

If you ain’t living on the edge, you’re taking up too much room.

 

The rose-colored illusion of Madison Shellmound’s girlish crush on biker Ford Illuminati is stomped into smithereens by his crude, perverse father Cropper, Bare Bones club President. Fearing Ford will kill Cropper if he finds out, Madison flees town, becoming an upstanding cardiology nurse.

Madison and Ford have an ill-fated, star-crossed love that will last their lifetimes. Ford is a lifer in a different sort of enterprise, the gritty full-throttle club of guns, blood, and allegiance to his brothers.

Twelve years and several tours of SEAL duty later, Ford is thrust back into Madison’s arms on the worst day of his life. Madison’s prospect brother Speed has screwed up big-time and owes the club his life. She offers herself to Cropper as a sacrificial lamb to save Speed.

But how long until the fiery, full-on outlaw Ford discovers that the woman he loves was treated like a degraded slave by his own father? Well, meet the new boss. He’s not the same as the old boss.

 

 

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EXCERPT

We fucked a lot in the next two days. Twelve years I’d been

craving that fat, juicy cock inside of me, and now I couldn’t get enough of it.

Ford Illuminati was hung like a racehorse and he knew how to use it, too. My

hands were all over that. I had thought I was attracted to Jake but that paled

in comparison to the intensity with which I wanted to devour Ford.

Riding one up behind him like in the old high school days,

there was a world of difference now. We were free of all restraints for that

glorious forty-eight hours, and Ford took me to see a couple of the vortexes.

We had been on a tour of these several times when we were kids. This time no

one brought any weed, and I wanted to suck on that horse cock inside the middle

of a vortex.

We had been separated for so long it was like meeting a new

man. The thrill, the illicit excitement of canyon carving through the rusty

layers of sandstone, like red velvet cake tall on either side of us, it was all

new to me again. Now I could thrust my hand along Ford’s pec and toy with the

little barbell that pierced his nipple, proud of myself when my other hand felt

his cock stiffening. I knew he pretended this irritated him, and he’d reach

around, slap my ass, and shake it.

“You’re throwing me off-balance.”

“Your giant erection is throwing you off-balance.”

I wanted to amplify our energies, so we’d climb around

awhile until we felt the highest, most intense amplification of all, and that’s

where we’d fuck or give each other head. Ford had learned a lot of tricks in the

past decade. Lapping me into a mindless clusterfuck of an orgasm with his

talented tongue was apparently one of them. I was still amazed that he could do

that.

I finally had to admit I’d never come with a man before.

“Just, you know, with a vibrator.” I didn’t want to mention the shower head in

Cottonwood. The horrific memory of that bathroom wall was probably the reason I couldn’t come with another man.

Ford was humble. “Maybe no one ever tried properly.” He lay

stretched out on the sandstone, propped up on one forearm, looking like he was

posing for fucking GQ. I loved it when he wore his cut

next to his bare skin, like now. I loved to flick that damned infernal barbell

that pierced his nipple with my tongue. It never failed to make him hiss in air

and clutch the back of my skull. His new Apache tattoo was fascinating. He

seemed to be embracing his Native American heritage instead of shunning it, as

most bikers would do.

He had replaced the grimy dog collar around my neck with a

fur-lined leather job that still had a D-ring where a

leash could be attached. He had gotten into some kink that was right up my

alley. Right now we were having a little picnic we’d brought, just wine and

some salami and cheese and crackers, but he’d left the short leash attached to

my collar. It wasn’t safe to ride with it for fear of pulling an Isadora

Duncan, but he liked the submissive way it made me look.

And act. “That’s not true though, Ford. It’s not polite to

mention, but plenty of men have tried.”

“Yeah.” He snorted. “Plenty of dickhead doctors.”

Was he referring to Jake? That subject hadn’t come up, so I

ignored it. There was plenty of time for strife later, I knew. There always

was. “No, I mean experienced guys, men who were willing to try for ten minutes

or more. I always wound up worrying that they were wearing out their tongue

muscles. I’m not kidding, Ford. It got to the point where I didn’t want anyone

to even bother trying. Then you come along and blow them

all out of the water.”

“Literally.” I could tell he was proud by the shy way he

looked down at the cracker box. He shrugged innocently. “I don’t know what to

say.”

“’Thank you’ is a good starter.”

“Thank you.”

AUTHOR

Layla Wolfe is a wannabe biker’s old lady who is satisfied with a leather jacket, one bad-ass pink camo compound bow, and a vicarious outlaw lifestyle. 

 

Layla has published 25+ erotic romance titles under the name Karen Mercury.

 

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Blog Tour “TAKING BACK SUNDAY” by Cristy Moran Excerpts, Playlist & Teasers!!

After five years on the run, Sunday has finally settled into a seemingly normal life in Columbia, South Carolina. What her two best friends don’t know is that Sunday has a secret past. She is the Incarnate, a conduit of mystical energy transcendent of the mundane and the divine. For most of her life, she served under Bernadette, the most powerful witch in the Northwest. Her power is terrifying, and what she remembers of her past—and what she doesn’t—haunts her. In the year that she’s been attempting to be anything but the Incarnate, Sunday has fought her abilities tooth and nail, but it’s been worth it. When Sunday joins her friends’ coven for an innocent gathering, Sunday discovers a darkness hidden beneath the blanket of the coven’s magic and she is determined to find out who is behind it and what she has planned.

For the last four years, Cyrus has been the point man on the contract to recapture the Incarnate and deliver her to the Pastophori of Iset. A gifted tracker and a fearless werewolf, he harbors a wild, inexplicable passion for the Incarnate that has driven him to hunt her. He was one of the original captors that brought her to Bernadette when his obsession with her began. Having found her, Cyrus and his pack find themselves torn between two objectives: take her by force and deliver her to yet another group of fanatics, or help her uncover the traitor among her coven.

 

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Excerpt 1 – from Chapter Four (haunted by memories of her past)

Sunday’s eyes shot open, and she jolted upright in bed. Her body was covered in sweat, and her heart was racing. Gripping the sheets in a white-knuckled fist, she scanned the room frantically to make sure that it was only a dream.

Curtains veiled the room from the early morning sun outside. When her eyes landed on the photo on the nightstand, she drew in a hard breath and slowly blew it out. She was in her room in Columbia, not a stone basement beneath Bernadette’s once-sprawling Washington estate. She ran to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face.

“When will this be over?” she muttered to her reflection.

Black and blue bags tugged at her bloodshot eyes, and worry lined her forehead. Hair mussed and tangled from tossing relentlessly in bed stood at all ends.

Half a decade earlier, nightmares like the one last night had been the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back. They had tipped Sunday off to the world hidden behind the veil of Bernadette’s sorcery. Until that time, Sunday couldn’t remember anything before her life at the right hand of the powerful witch. She didn’t even remember thinking that there was a time before then.

Her first real memory, at the time, had been waking as an amnesiac to the first thirteen years of her life. Through slits for eyes, Sunday made out the blurred shape of a man carrying her down a dim hallway. He radiated heat. Cradled in his arms, Sunday remembered thinking that she had never felt so warm in her life. Teeth chattering and freezing, her body shook uncontrollably against his chest. When her body jerked, he tightened his arms around her and held her closer. Her head fell against his chest, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Mind as blank as a newborn’s, Sunday had known no comfort in her life but this. As she closed her eyes again, she fell asleep.

For the first few weeks, her body healed. Open wounds turned to scabs and later scarred. Bruises turned green, and then yellow until they disappeared. During the weeks of her recovery, Bernadette visited Sunday regularly. She sat on the edge of Sunday’s bed and lay the girl’s head on her lap.

“My little girl,” she cooed as she petted Sunday’s head and caressed her gently. “I will teach you all the ways of the Incarnate, and you will shine as a star shines, only brighter. Yours will be the light of the sun, and we will be strong together.”

Under the witch’s hand, Sunday’s spirit relinquished itself and its authority to Bernadette. The witch had burned her, but the witch had saved her.

“I will show you the world that most do not see because they cannot see. I will show you of our kind’s dominion over the world of man and the world of magic. I will teach you of your power and of the power we hold over all that we can see, all that we can touch, which is so much more than that which other men can see, be they human or beast.”

As Bernadette lulled her to sleep, every cell in Sunday’s body tingled. Little by little, her life before the witch drifted further and further away until it all but disappeared. There was nothing then, nothing but Bernadette.

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1.       Rebel Girl – Bikini Kill

2.       Little Lies – Fleetwood Mac

3.       Midnight Creeper – Eagles of Death Metal

4.       Devon – Grimes

5.       Burn the Witch – Queens of the Stone Age

6.       It’s a Curse – Wolf Parade

7.       Wolf Like Me – TV on the Radio

8.       Soon – My Bloody Valentine

9.       If the World Ends – Guillemots

10.   The Queen of all Returns – Dead Meadow

11.   Demons – Sleigh Bells

12.   Witchcraft – Wolfmother

13.   The Lucid Dream – The Life and Times

14.   Gold Dust Woman – Fleetwood Mac

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Ten Fun Facts about Cristy Moran

1.       One time, I was offered a job at the White House. But I was in middle school then, and I couldn’t take it. True story.

2.       Neil Diamond called me on the phone one time and woke me up from a nap. Yes. That Neil Diamond. And I cried because, seriously, it was amazing and I was overwhelmed.

3.       I know all the words to Wayne’s World by memory and can recite the entire script at the drop of a hat.

4.       My favorite fictional character of all time is Dr. John “Trapper John” McIntyre from the novel and movie MASH.

5.       I am tall: 5’11”, and I’ve been this height since I was thirteen years old.

6.       I did a two-week-long Shakespeare study abroad at Stratford Upon Avon in England when I was in college.

7.       I absolutely love going to the dentist.

8.       Technically, I was once in a high-speed police car chase. I wasn’t the felon, nor was I the cop. I was somewhere in the middle when my friend who was driving at the time said, “Wanna be in a high-speed car chase?” to which I answered, “Gun it!” and we did.

9.       Of all the colors I’ve dyed my hair, I prefer washed out blue the most.

10.   My cat is named after a comic book character of a little girl who doesn’t realize that she is dead, Lenore, and my dog is named after Indiana Jones and Sherlock (Henry Holmes).

Excerpt 2 – from Chapter Seven (Sunday and Cyrus meet)

As Cyrus and Sunday’s eyes met, the world shifted. The stale stench of cigarette and pungent clove smoke lifted. The penetrating music and the muffled shouting that passed for conversation at the club quieted. In less than a second, Cyrus was utterly changed. Cyrus’ soul settled. In the place of the consuming hate he’d nursed for over a decade, he knew peace. His entire body relaxed, and his mind quieted. His heart froze. The breath caught in his chest.

Sunday’s body swayed as her friend tugged to keep her moving forward, but she stood her ground. Even after Cyrus released her arm, her eyes remained locked with his while her friend asked what the matter was. Her cheeks flushed. As soon as she smiled, her eyes followed suit shimmering like honey.

Another handful of seconds passed when she finally looked away, bent her head slightly, and lowered her chin. She was blushing. Smiling. Tilting her face up, she wrinkled her nose coyly and batted her eyelashes.

“Do I know you?” When Sunday spoke, her voice drowned out every other sound in the room. She smiled again, awaiting his response.

His chest tightened.

All those years he obsessively chased her, and she didn’t even know he existed. Now, she looked up at him sheepishly and more adorable than he ever imagined. She wasn’t rushing to leave. She wasn’t running away. Minutes ago, he was dead-set on tearing her to pieces. It had occurred to him in the past that he would be unable to turn her over to his contractors alive. He considered the very real possibility that, when he eventually found her, she would inspire such blind fury that he might unleash his wolf and tear out her throat. Now, however, confronted with her in the flesh, his anger melted.

“No,” he painfully responded. For such a small word, it took a mountain of effort to say it. It was all he could do to keep from choking on the lie. She looked at him for another long moment.

“Too bad.”

She turned and walked away. Seconds later, Cyrus remained, staring at the gaping hole left by her absence. Her words echoed as she left him standing there feeling more lost and confused than ever in his life.

“What was that about, Cy?”

Cyrus didn’t have an answer. Not allowing his thoughts to delve into their momentary encounter any longer, Cyrus focused on the task at hand. The wolf couldn’t afford to let his prey on too loose a leash. Now, more than ever, she couldn’t get away.

About the Author

Cristy Moranlives in Miami, FL. She is a college librarian some of the time, a reader and writer most of the time, and a knitter much less of the time than she was six months before she took up writing again. She’s also a nerd and a geek, and proud to be.

Cristy writes the books that she likes to read. Her women are strong and out-spoken and her men run the gamut. Love stories abound in Cristy’s work because, really, aren’t love stories the best? There’s always a killer soundtrack running in the background of her novels – all you need to do is turn to the playlist to know what’s up.

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Rape. One word changed his life. Mason Tredwell had it all. He was a good looking, well respected doctor. He had money, power, friends, and never worried about finding a woman to warm his bed. But, that all changed when he was wrongfully accused of rape. And now, after five years in prison and the loss of everything he cared about, he wants revenge.
Abandoned as a baby and bounced around different foster homes, Kat Gingham never really had a charmed life. But now, things are really falling apart. She has no money, no job, and even her lying, cheating boyfriend is gone too. She allows herself one night to cry about her situation before she picks herself back up. Kat falls asleep, safe in her bed, but when she wakes up, she’s no longer at home, and she’s no longer alone. She’s facing Mason, a guy who claims she ruined his life. And he’s hell bent on breaking her down, humiliating her, just like she supposedly did to him.
The problem is that she claims she has no clue what he is talking about, but he doesn’t believe her, declaring facts don’t lie.
Is Kat lying? Can she convince Mason to let her go? Or is fate playing a role in why they were thrown into this together?
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EXERPT
“All
right, fine. You’re on,” he said after a moment of hesitation.  “Tell me,
what is my favorite book?”
 Count of Monte Cristo,” Kat answered
almost instantly.  She watched Mason’s eyebrows shoot toward the
sky.  She got it.  It wasn’t really hard to tell that was his
favorite book.  He didn’t speak, and the obvious shock on his face was
almost comical.  She felt she had to put him out of his misery and tell
him how she knew that was probably the book that had gotten him through his
nights in prison.  “I know it’s your favorite because it’s the most worn
out one in your massive collection, like you’ve read it over and over
again.  The pages are folded, noting your favorite passages.  But
that’s not why it’s your favorite.  You love it because it’s a story of
revenge. It’s a story about a man who was wrongfully imprisoned and seeks
revenge upon those who put him there. Am I right?”
He
seemed to snap out of his thoughts. “You know nothing about revenge.” His voice
was like cold steel.  “You can’t possible understand where I’m coming
from.”
“Oh,
but you’re wrong,” she cut him off. “The Count of Monte Cristo is not
only about seeking revenge, it’s also about a man who goes half-mad seeking
that revenge. Dante only realizes too late that in order for him to truly get
revenge, he must forgive his enemies and himself. So yes, Mason, I do know a
thing or two about revenge, but you should know that without forgiveness, you
won’t be able to free yourself.”  She didn’t give him a chance to rebut
before she turned to walk out the door, only looking back for a moment, a smile
playing on her lips. “I’ll be taking my day off tomorrow.”
 She left him sitting stunned but not
for long.  She heard him storm out of the room and out the door only moments
later.  That was proof that she had gotten under his skin, and she did
take the next day off, but he avoided her like the plague after that.  Her
cat chasing mouse game continued with him brushing her off.  But she
wasn’t giving up.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
About me, huh? Hmmm, let’s see…some fun facts: I’m in my late twenties, I’m married to a great guy who likes to drive me crazy sometimes, but I love it and him, I am one of those people that when asked to do something says “No…Yes” (yeah, I know, I’m stuck in the 90’s), I am a total nerd (like you couldn’t tell), I am a Trojan (Fight On!), I work in health insurance (fun times-well, I actually work with my sis, so I guess they technically are fun times), I am way too close to my fam and I feel like I’m forgetting something, hmm…oh yeah, I LOVE to read and write!!!
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