Review of Protecting the Quarterback by Kristina Knight! #BookReview #HarlequinSuperromance @HarlequinBooks #ProtectingTheQuarterback @AuthorKristina #HarlequinMyRewards

Protecting the QuarterbackTitle: Protecting the Quarterback
Series: not applicable
Author: Kristina Knight


Book Blurb:

This is more than just a game…to her

Sports broadcaster Brooks Smith has always been more involved with the game than the players. But after she shares the spotlight at an awards ceremony with tabloid sensation Jonas Nash, one night of letting her guard down around the infamous quarterback spirals into many heated days and nights together when she gets assigned to the story of the year…

The hottest player in professional football is hiding a secret that could end his career for good. Now Brooks is caught on the sidelines between the job she loves and the man she is falling in love with.


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“Jonas.” Her quiet voice snapped him back to the parking lot. “Why don’t you not take me home?”

His stomach muscles tightened as the words slipped from her lips in that slow drawl.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, and he knew he wouldn’t take her home, not just yet.

When he was behind the wheel, Brooks took his hand in hers and turned her face to watch the buildings passing by. The sun was beginning to set when he pulled into the parking lot of the condo where he’d spent the first few years of his contract with the team. Several other players lived there during the season, but the place was mostly a ghost town now. He parked in his designated spot and then somehow they were inside the glass-and-chrome decorated living room.

Memorabilia lined the walls and a low, white couch sat behind a glass-topped coffee table. He cringed. It was too perfect. Too planned out.

Too much like the other times he’d brought a woman here. Maybe he should have taken her to a hotel. There was still time, he could—

“Wow,” she said, drawing her index finger over the smooth surface of a table lined with photographs of him during games or at press conferences. God, he’d been such a schmuck with the decorating of this place. “This is not what I expected.”

“My interior designer has very specific tastes,” he said lamely. Definitely, definitely should have taken her anywhere but this condo.

She presented herself as the girl next door, but there was a little bit of siren in her now, which made his heartbeat kick up a notch. Brooks made her way around the room and he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she moved. Slowly and sinuously. Taking in everything around her. This was a different Brooks than the woman he thought he’d known over the past week. That woman was businesslike most of the time. The moments she let her guard down, like when she talked to the kids without that microphone in tow, though, she was irresistible. Impossible not to watch or wonder about. It was one of those moments that made him ask her out for dinner. That dinner had led them here.

Jonas met her at the kitchen counter, put his hands on her hips and turned her to face him.

“It was a date,” he said and bent his head so he could taste her lips. She was sweet, as he’d imagined so many times over the past few days. She wound her arms around his neck and slanted her mouth, giving him better access to the sweetness that was Brooks. He squeezed his hands around her waist and she shivered. “It was always a date,” he said again and began walking her down the hallway to the bedroom.


I really live under a rock.  Truly and it’s sad.  I’ve heard nothing but awesome things about Ms. Knight and her books.  Try her since you like contemporary.  You will love her writing style.  Her characters are real and relatable people said.  What are you waiting for?  I can honestly tell that it took Ms. Knight to email me to see if I would review her latest Harlequin.  Oh yes, you see she has written several Superromance books and NO, I didn’t even read those.  *hangs head in shame*

Well, I have to say that I start listening to the peeps that know my reading habits better that I do sometimes.  Ms. Knight delivers a story that is completely relatable.  True to life characters and a storyline that isn’t contrived but noteworthy in that sometimes lines are crossed in the sports world.

Brooks is the girl that I wish I could talk to about football.  Growing up in Oklahoma and Texas, football is king and you learn at the knee the sport.  The teams to cheer for, the teams to hate forever, coaches, sportscasters, etc.  I never wanted to be in the sports world but my dad made sure that I could read a box score for any sport and be able to hold my own in a conversion with a man.  She reminded me a little bit of the character Sheryl Yoast from the movie Remember the Titans.  Go ahead…look it up on IMDB.  I’ll wait…She is determined, smart, sexy and completely thrown when she falls for the quarterback.  Never expecting to have to choose between her career and love, she is at a crossroads.

Jonas isn’t your typical alpha athlete either.  You want to hug him and tell him that everything will work out in the end.  Don’t worry about it.  He has the most to lose in the story and it shows great character growth that he is willing to do that for Brooks and for the team.  Most importantly, though, he does it for himself.  If I had one itsy bitsy thing…I would have liked to have seen an appearance from his mother.  I’m weird and when you read the story, you might agree with me.  My heart broke for him in regards to that thread.

Why should you read this story?  Well, the characters for one.  Relatable, very smart and strong characters.  Jonas and Brooks are sometimes too smart for each other but they need each other in the end.  Never forgetting themselves in the process of falling in love with each other.  The football scenes and references.  Ms. Knight knows her stuff and you know that sitting on the couch with her on Sunday would be a hoot.  Plus, again…someone I could talk to; besides my hubby (when he’s not yelling).

Even if you don’t like football or its just a stupid sport, do yourself a favor and pick Ms. Knight’s latest.  You can’t go wrong.  Again…did I mention football players?  🙂

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Wish I could give it more!

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Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with local police–no, she wasn’t a troublemaker, she was a journalist. Her career took her all over the United States, writing about everything from a serial killer’s capture to the National Finals Rodeo. Along the way, she found her very own Knight in Shining Cowboy Boots and an abiding love for romance novels. And just like the characters from her favorite books, she’s living her own happily ever after.

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Review of His First Choice by Tara Taylor Quinn! #BookReview @tarataylorquinn @HarlequinBooks #HarlequinSuperromance #HarlequinMyRewards @PrismBookTours

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His First Choice (Where Secrets are Safe)His First Choice
(Where Secrets are Safe #8)
by Tara Taylor Quinn
Adult Contemporary Romance
Mass Market Paperback & ebook, 384 pages
May 1st 2016 by Harlequin Superromance

The best decision they’ll ever make

Lacey Hamilton is used to living in the background. Overshadowed her entire life, she stepped out of the Hollywood limelight and into the role she’s meant to play: a counselor, part of the High Risk Team started by The Lemonade Stand women’s shelter in Santa Raquel.

Her caseload leads her to the doorstep of Jeremiah “Jem” Bridges to rescue a little boy. She’s not supposed to fall in love with the rugged construction worker and his adorable son. Love and duty, though, don’t always agree. Especially when a truth is uncovered that neither she nor Jem is prepared to face.


As you know, I’m a lover of all things Ms. Quinn.  She writes with such heart and emotion that once you start a book of hers, it is hard to put down until you are finished.  I found this to be one of those books that I had to plug the Kindle in because I literally ran the battery down while reading.

Once again, Ms. Quinn writes about a topic that is NOT discussed at all and that’s domestic violence against males.  Oh yes, it also deals with child abuse but the crux of this story is domestic violence against men.  Especially against our hero Jem.  I spent a lot of time when I was reading this gem of a story with my heart breaking in two for Jem.  A wonderful man that on the outside had everything.  Worked for everything that he had and loved his son Levi with all of his heart.  I don’t want to spoil how he comes to the realization that he is a victim but it does take the love of Lacey to finally come to terms with it.

Again, it starts out with the investigation of Levi and his broken arm.  Trust me, when I was in the corporate world, my bank sponsored a division of caseworkers in Dallas and I was the chairperson.  I saw first hand what caseworkers dealt with on a daily basis.  Plus, my sister in law used to be a caseworker.  I’ve seen and heard the stories.  Truly heartbreaking and disgusting at the same time.

Jem has full custody of Levi and his ex-wife, Tressa has only weekend visits.  Tressa was a piece of work and once you get into the story, you really start to feel for her but then BAM, she not only breaks Jem and Levi’s trust but yours, too.  Ugh! I won’t go too in-depth with her story but she plays a big part in not only Jem’s story but the romance between Lacey and Jem.

Lacey is a strong person.  Smart, Jem’s equal in so many ways but a little lost herself.  Living in the shadow of her twin sister Kacey hasn’t been easy.  (I have aunts that are twins so I know some of the issues that Lacey and Kacey have with each other and as individuals.)  While there is some discord, in the beginning, it is quickly resolved and they girls are what they need in their lives in the right now.  In fact, watching the girls interact with Jem and Levi was great.  Kacey is a trip and so different from Lacey but that’s what makes their relationship and in a distant way, they way Lacey deals with her feelings for Jem and Levi.  Also, how she reacts to Jem and his situation.

I can not stress that while Ms. Quinn’s books have a message there is also some of the best love stories to date.  Poignant, relatable and emotional.  You can’t help but fall in love with both characters.  Ms. Quinn tackles the hard issues but in the end, love always wins.  Always…

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The author of more than 70 original novels, in twenty languages, Tara Taylor Quinn is a USA Today bestseller with over six million copies sold. A 2015 RITA finalist Tara appears frequently on bestseller lists, including #1 placement on Amazon lists, and multiple showings on the Publisher’s Weekly Bestseller list. She has appeared on national and local TV across the country, including CBS Sunday Morning.

Tara is a supporter of the National Domestic Violence Hotline. If you or someone you know might be a victim of domestic violence in the United States, please contact 1-800-799-7233.

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Hand Over Fist

by Michael Ross




GENRE: Thriller






When an old friend disappears, Martin learns nothing is what it seems…

Martin Russell can barely face the future. With dismal life prospects and an estranged family, he is at the end of his rope. When an old friend, Hannah, elbows her way back into his life, Martin’s luck begins to turn around.

Hidden within the shadows of evil, there must be some good…

Ex-policeman Bobby Tanner lost everything one rage-filled night. Now he runs a reading group for alcoholics where he meets a young drug dealer, Zack, who disturbs him in a way that’s hard to define. Bobby soon discovers the teenager is in over his head and has been dealing with a despicable individual known as The Chemist.

The roots of evil run deeper than we imagine…

Martin’s lucky streak begins to unravel when Hannah suddenly goes missing, and he turns to a friend of a friend, Bobby, for help. Thrust into an underworld empire of corruption and half-truths, he learns his friend may not be who he thought she was.

In a shadowed world of deception, stalkers, and despicable drug dealers, Bobby and Martin must uncover the truth, and fast…

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Hannah asked questions quicker than she could find answers.


Why do things happen? Where do they start? Why hadn’t the cyclist seen that big pothole? Why had the van driver been so slow in reacting? Why did the police leave the diversion in force for three whole days after the accident? Why had she diverted down a side road when she could have stayed in the queue? Whatever made her look to the left when she did? Why had the car immediately caught her attention? Why did the sight of that car bother her all next day? Why had she faithfully retraced that convoluted route? Hadn’t she better things to do? Where had she found the time? Why had she stopped and got out of her car? How did she know it had to be his house? Why was she ringing the front door bell?




It came across as a question, a query, an exclamation of astonishment because it was him, yet nothing like him. He had never been good-looking, but his round face had always possessed an undercurrent of charm that flickered through his eyes. Today, he was wearing old fashioned Buddy Holly glasses that hid those eyes…


His chestnut hair used to be carefully groomed but now hung in limp curls bruised by swathes of grey. His face and body hung stringily around his slack frame, and the smart designer clothing of yesteryear had been replaced by second line charity shop wear. His appearance could be summed up by a single word: defeated.







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It was a strange and twisting road that led to the publication of my first novel. From my humble beginnings, as an office clerk, to ownership of a multi-million dollar business I always maintained my love for literature.


Born and raised in Bristol, England. I spent most of my life in business, my companies turning over in the region of $500 million. The majority of that time marketing cars, eventually owning the largest Saab specialist in the world, before a bitter divorce forced me rethink my priorities. Particularly between 2003 and 2005 when I had to accept that I was no longer a millionaire but literally penniless. I avoided bankruptcy by the skin of my teeth and slowly rebuilt my life.


This led me to the life changing decision to leave the bustling city and move to live halfway up a mountain in the Welsh valleys. At the same time I started a part time six year English Literature course at Bristol University, and attended creative writing classes at Cardiff University. I left school at sixteen and this was my first taste of further education and an immense challenge.


I eventually adjusted my thinking to the academic life, and on 30 June 2015 had confirmation of my 2.1(Hons) degree from Bristol University. At the same time I also won the prestigious Hopkins Prize for my essay on Virginia Woolf and the unsaid within her text. Now the university courses are finished it will, with any luck, gives me plenty of extra time that I can devote to my fiction writing.


Thanks to the university experiences, my interest in English literature has flourished over recent years. Hopefully I have evolved as a writer from my earlier work in short stories (over ninety of them.) Although interestingly my first three novels have all been developed from a long forgotten short story.


Life is, once again, very good, and I live very happily halfway up a mountain, in the Welsh Valleys, with my wonderful partner Mari, and our rescue dog Wolfie.



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Review of Going Both Ways by Phil Fragasso @philfragasso

Going Both WaysAbout the Book:


Author: Phil Fragasso
Publisher: Wild Rose Press
Pages: 276
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Satire/Humor/Mainstream Fiction

After a prolonged rant about how easy women have it, Patrick awakens as a woman (Trish). But rather than staying a woman, he’s male one day and female the next. The male and female characters share a single mindset – so Patrick is always in Trish’s head and vice versa.


As much as Patrick tries to keep his situation private, he eventually becomes a worldwide sensation sought after by luminaries as diverse as the Pope and Hugh Hefner. While attending a party, Patrick meets a rap superstar named Gi-Slam. Their connection is immediate and powerful.


Gi-Slam’s onstage biker-bitch character contrasts with her genuine girl-next-door persona (Gigi). Gigi is bi-sexual and she has a relationship with both Trish and Patrick. As the relationship with Gigi deepens, Trish takes her leave and Patrick experiences true love for the first time.


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I had to pee. Now needing to pee when you first wake up is pretty normal for most people and I was no exception. But I was surprised by the urgency of the need and jumped out of bed.

I shuffled to the bathroom, lifted the toilet seat and began to pee. “What the hell?”

Instead of hearing the splash of urine hitting water, a warm stream ran down my legs. I had a momentary thought that my penis must have somehow gotten tucked behind my scrotum during the night. I reached down to reposition myself.

That’s when I screamed. A high-pitched girly sound.

In place of my cherished man gland was a soft void.

That’s when I fell backward into the bathtub, bringing down the shower curtain and rod with me. My head hit the tile wall and bounced forward so I was looking down onto a chest that was unmistakably female. I instinctively raised my hands and saw ten newly polished, French-manicured fingers. My butt was sitting on the base of the bathtub and my legs were draped over the edge. I say “my legs” but they really weren’t mine. Unlike the gnarled and hairy limbs that had served me reasonably well for twenty-seven years, these legs were unblemished and clean-shaven. I bent my knees upward and was greeted by painted toenails that nicely complemented their northern counterparts. As the final test, I slid my right hand down my torso and felt what could only be described in mixed company as lady parts. My lady parts.

That’s when I fainted.

I don’t know if I was out for a second or an hour, but when I came to I realized with unprecedented clarity that I had gone to sleep as a man and awakened as a woman. I had a flashback to reading Kafka’s story about the man who woke up to discover he’d been transformed overnight into a giant bug. At first he believed he was dreaming but gradually came to the conclusion that the situation was real and his life would never be the same. I’m certainly not comparing womanhood to the insect realm, but my metamorphosis was just as shocking and my life would be changed just as dramatically.

I sleep in the nude. I like having easy access to scratch, reposition, or otherwise handle my most cherished of possessions. So when I pushed myself up from the tub, I was able to see the upper half of my new naked self in the bathroom mirror. My mop of mousey brown hair had been replaced with shoulder-length tresses of strawberry blonde. My eyes were blue, but that was the only part of my face that remained unchanged. My scruffy beard, twice-broken nose, and bushy eyebrows were now represented by the kind of wholesomely plain, girl-next-door features that are the mainstay of stock photographers. My aforementioned breasts were pleasantly perky though, to my practiced eyes, a bit undersized. I moved my gaze downward and saw that my figure was more pear-shaped than hourglass. That disappointment, however, was offset by a respectably taut stomach and a perfectly formed innie navel that stood in for my incipient beer belly and a lint-collecting outie that looked like the result of a knot-tying contest between toeless sloths.

That was as much as I could see in the mirror even on tiptoes, but I needed to see more. I ran to the kitchen to retrieve a chair and carried it back to the bathroom. I stood on the chair and studied my newly acquired lower half in the mirror.

I placed my hands on hips that seemed wider than necessary to support a rather meager bosom and slight torso. From this perspective, looking down into the medicine cabinet mirror, it was clear that my pear-shaped figure was really more akin to a bowling pin. I was slim on top but decidedly “big-boned” on the bottom. I smiled to keep from crying. I hoped I at least had a good personality.

I continued my visual inspection of my feminine physique and, like any red-blooded American male (albeit one suddenly trapped in a woman’s body), I focused my attention on the nether regions. I was truly delighted to see that my female counterpart eschewed the indignity of landing strips or Brazilian waxes gone wild. Instead, my privates were graced with the simplicity of a traditional au naturel trim. From my point of view there’s enough weird shit going on down there that there’s no need for women to further complicate our search for that Holy Grail of sexual congress, the G-spot. I mean if the damn thing even exists—and it sure seems to change its hiding place from one woman to another—then I’d suggest women spend less time grooming their pubic hair and maybe invest in a groin-area tattoo with specific instructions and detailed directions. Just saying.

My legs, though unblemished and smooth, struck me as too short and a little chubby. Now, as a guy, I would have looked on the positive side and rationalized that this babe sported a powerful pair of legs that could tightly wrap themselves around my waist giving the missionary position some extra sizzle. As a woman, however, it felt like a flaw. Not a fatal flaw, but a flaw nonetheless.

That’s when I felt like my head was going to explode.

Despite possessing a woman’s body, I was still thinking like a guy. But not completely. I’m reluctant to say I was hearing voices in my head because that’s usually the first sign of severe psychosis; but there was something weird going on with my mind. I was actually assessing my new physical form from two disparate perspectives—as both male and female. And I wasn’t at all sure which perspective was winning.

I twisted myself to the right and looked over my shoulder at a rather bodacious ass. This was a booty that could go cheek-to-cheek with the likes of Jennifer Lopez and Shakira. The first thing that popped into my head was that I now possessed a body designed for stiletto heels that would lengthen my legs, divert attention from my rather pedestrian chest, and tilt my butt for optimal viewing pleasure. I wondered how hard it would be to learn to walk in heels without wobbling.

All in all, if I’d been me, I would have tapped this girl right on the spot.

That’s when I got creeped out.

Self-gratification via masturbation is one thing, but thinking about screwing yourself, with your own penis in your own vagina, is a whole other level of depravity. I was actually giving myself a serious once-over and grading my new attributes. I’ve always had an unapologetically frat boy attitude toward women. Like video games, beer, and Doritos, women were put on Earth for my enjoyment. Sure it was great if they could hold a conversation and maybe pick up the occasional tab, but it was the superficial stuff that mattered most in my book. I remember someone suggesting that “they all look the same in the dark,” but I never bought into that line of reasoning. Sure, I’ve been known to chase the occasional ass attached to a just slightly better than coyote-ugly face, but that was only in the most dire of circumstances. I was convinced that allowing myself to routinely settle for anything less than a solid B would start me on that slippery slope from Sotheby’s to “Pawn Stars”—and eventually I’d get stuck with a piece of merchandise no one else wanted.

I stepped down from the chair and stared into the mirror, trying to determine if my insides had also changed overnight. I searched my memory and tried to recall specific moments from my childhood and recent past. It was all there. I might have been a babe on the outside, but my brain and thought processes still belonged to me, Patrick Morelli, the quintessential guy’s guy.

A guy’s guy with undersized boobs and chubby thighs.

That’s when I remembered last night’s conversation with Sarah.



Before I start my review, I need to give a huge shout out to the Wild Rose Press for publishing this brilliant book.  It’s different, funny, relevant and above all brave.  Yes, brave.  Who would thought that  someone would get both the male and female sides to the same story.  This is a story about a man that is a douchebag (his words) that becomes a woman, that is compassionate, nice and smart.

The story is written with both sides of the story being told.  In fact, each chapter is a different character;  either Trish or Patrick.  Its enlighten, fresh and OMG hilarious.  But I must warn you that this is NOT a straight romance novel.  Trish is Patrick and vice versa.  He/she has sex with both sexes.  It’s different and necessary for Patrick to grow as a character.  Oh yes, the author went there but trust me, you need to read it.  Some of the scenes are laugh out loud funny and not graphic at all.  And yes, I gave a spicy rating but that is all because of the gender roles.  They just give you something to think about when it comes to sex.  😉

Patrick was a dream to me.  He knew that he was douche and after having a discussion with his sister Sarah, he transforms into Trish the next day.  Hilarity, mistaken identity, and an awakening begin to unfold into a beautiful self-discovery of a man into finally adulthood and real love.  So yes, in the end, it is a romance book but in the way it starts out.  I really wish someone would read this book so that I can discuss it.

I can not say enough about the growth that Patrick has in the book.  I didn’t see some of it coming and the first scene at the Playboy mansion is rolling on the floor funny.  And yes, its a almost sex scene but it is one of the funniest scenes that I have read in a long time.

Mr. Fragasso has written a classic book for everyone needs to read.  He writes a beautiful narrative in the male’s perspective that is heartfelt, funny but above all REAL.

Do not miss out on this one folks.  You will regret it.

Wish I could give it more!

Wish I could give it more!

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About the AuthorPhil Fragasso

Phil Fragasso sold his first article at the age of 16. Since then he has written and published a wide variety of books and articles, including the recent bittersweet love story, Still Counting. After many years as a corporate marketer, he left to pursue endeavors that were more fulfilling personally and more contributory on a societal level. Today he focuses his time on writing and teaching.

His latest book is Going Both Ways.

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The Dawning of Scarlett

by Jennifer Osborn




GENRE: YA Paranormal






As a pale revenant—the vampire faction believing all life is sacred—sixteen-year-old Scarlett Ellis has learned to hide in the human world. She goes to night-school, works at a coffee shop, and her uncle Chasem trains her in martial arts. No matter what, she has to be prepared, because when she turns seventeen, she’ll be of Dawning age—and her biological father Apollo vows to see her dead first.

Expecting her Dawning to be impossible, she accepts the fact that she will become a rogue, forever hunted by revenant renegades and outcast by her own people. Scarlett thinks she’s prepared for this—until the curly-haired Nicholas Lightener walks into her life and asks her out on a date.

Torn between her feelings for Nick and the danger of the revenant world, Scarlett’s strange life is turned inside-out when she’s kidnapped and forced to do the one thing she swore she’d never do. Plus, she has no idea whose memories keep appearing in her dreams, or if they can even help her. Determined to free herself from a death sentence, Scarlett must fight to become who she was born to be.






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His lips freeze in surprise for a moment, warm and tasting like salt, but they quickly yield to mine. Before I know it, his surprise melts into participation, and he kisses me back. It’s all pleasantly confusing, and I feel dizzy. My blood pounds wildly in my veins and I’m worried my eyes are going to change out of excitement. But before I can pull back, he does first, and his breath is hot on my cheek.


I keep my eyes down, for fear of what they might show. I glance up at the artery in his neck, veiled by the paper-thin skin of a human. The blood moves in thick shots and I hear his heart pounding. I feel the urge to let my canines drop and lean over to bite him. I’ve learned to control myself so much around humans that I’m able to push the desire down. But he gives off the most intoxicating smell. I find myself wondering what his blood would taste like. It’s odd to even think about, because I don’t even need blood right now, but he’s somehow attracting me in a way I don’t understand. It’s a strange desire to bite—not to hurt, not even to drink, but to bite. I can’t make sense of it.


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After working in the legal and technical fields for many years, Jennifer Osborn took the plunge into full time writing in 2015. She is the award-winning author of The Shilund Saga and The Sentinel’s Insurgency.  When not writing, she listens to a different muse and creates paintings and collages of all sorts.


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