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“We all know how fragile life is, especially when faced with a life threatening illness.” ~Nic, Flirty and Dirty Book Blog.
Fiction introduced us. Reality binds us together.
Stephanie Thomas—co-founder of The Indie Bookshelf—has been diagnosed with an aggressive form of brain cancer called glioblastoma. Stephanie isn’t only a blogger; she’s a loving wife, and mother to three young boys.
In the independent author community, we have an extraordinary network of fellow authors, and readers. A special group of people who bridge this gap—helping authors connect with readers—is book bloggers. These men and women dedicate hours upon hours to reading and reviewing our works, and spreading the word to help us reach new readers.
Now, one of these women needs our help.
100% of the proceeds of the Rise Up anthology (volumes one and two) will go directly to Stephanie and her family to help them on this unexpected leg of their journey together.
Inside the pages of this collection, you’ll find amazing works of fiction. But please remember the reality, and help support Stephanie and her family.
* 1. Always There – Carol Ann Albright-Eastman
* 2. Republic – Charles Sheehan-Miles
* 3. Seeds of Hate – Melissa Perea
* 4. In The Fields – Willow Aster
* 5. Bar Crawl – Andrea Randall
* 6. Totaled – Stacey Grice
* 7. Running from Forever – Ashley Wilcox
* 8. Crossing Paths – Melanie Stinnet
* 9. Going Home – Rhonda Dennis
* 10. Never Goodbye – Kerri Williams
* 11. Without Boundaries – CJ Azevedo
* 12. Binds – Rebecca Espinoza
* 13. The Forgotten Ones – Laura Howard
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Charlie’s was full of hospitals, surgeries and the fight to survive.
Forced to grow up quickly, she learned not to let anyone in.
What was the point? People always let her down.
Then Sam Greyson walked into her life.
He broke down the walls she’d built around herself and forced his way into her heart.
She finally let someone see the real, bruised, damaged girl inside.
Then everything came crashing down.
The man she’s opened up to…
The man she’s let see her darkness…
The man she’s fallen for… is off limits.
He’s her new Creative Writing Teacher.
Will Charlie deny her own happiness to protect everything he had worked for?
If giving him up meant he could have a normal life… She would do it in a broken heartbeat.
There was a lot of things I loved about this book, one being the characters. I can’t say I’ve read a book that I loved each and every character in a story like I did in Heartless! Vanessa Marie brings such amazing characters to life, I couldn’t stop smiling and laughing. I fell in love with the main character Charlie, she is such a different character for me, so young and already experienced so much in life. Being a daughter of a military man, moving a bunch of times and not making a place a home. She’s tough, quirky, girly and then punky all at the same time. She is a motor cycle loving, body of Victoria Secret model, boot wearing smart with the lip nineteen year old.
She may not of had a permanent home for many years but she did have loving permanent friends. Her dad Joe, her best friend Jules and Callie, which are others I loved so much in this story! Her dad’s job made it a little hard sometimes.
“I wouldn’t have to drag my feet if you’d let us stay in one place. It’s just getting old having to move all the time. I want to put down roots somewhere and stay there long enough to try to have a life.”~ Charlie
” You shouldn’t underestimate my daughter. She can out ride, out shoot, and out eat any guy I know.”~ Joe
“You have no idea what you do to me. I’ve never met anyone like you, you have this air of confidence that surrounds you and you don’t try to be anything that you aren’t. That is a rarity in this world. I’ve drawn to you and I have no logical explanation for the way I already feel about you.”~ Sam
Dawn C’s review 4 stars
And now an amazing interview:
UAN: We are so excited to sit down with you guys today! We loved your heartwarming story in Heartless. You guys had us tearing up, wanting to reach in and hug you and other times holding ours bellies from all the laughter! You two are so amazing! Thank you so much for letting us ask you some much needed questions from us fan girls over at Up All Night Book Blog!
Jules: Thanks for having us! You wanted to hug me and smack Charlie right?
Charlie: Psh, asshole please. I’m the loveable one. You’re the annoying little brother that needs to be bitch smacked.
Jules: I’ll show you bitch smack. **back hands Charlie’s bicep**
Charlie: Ow! **back hands his thigh, hitting his junk on accident**
Jules: Oh God! *sucks in deep breath* I think you sterilized me.
Charlie: *laughs* The worlds better off. Sorry, you were saying?
UAN: What made you want to share your story with us Charlie?
Charlie: It was a big decision for me. It’s actually Callie’s fault. She made me realize my story may help other people in rough situations. She’s always told me I was stronger than I know. So, I decided to find someone that would tell it like it is…and that’s when I found Vanessa Marie to help me out.
UAN: Was it hard moving away from the only family you have known???
Charlie: Yes! I was only seven and it took me a long time to realize we weren’t moving back. The only thing that got me through was my dad and Jules and Callie keeping in touch.
UAN: I know what its like to move around a few times, not 19 times though… So where would you say was one place you would stay and plant you roots?
Charlie: Honestly? Anywhere my dad, Jules and Callie are. My dad’s always said it’s not where you live but who your with that makes someplace a home. They’re my family. And even though I want to strangle one of them daily, my roots are with them. Thankfully it’s in Beaufort, SC.
UAN: Did you meet any hotties along the way that you would like to mention?
Charlie: Most of the guys were assholes and not worth mentioning. Except Sam. He’s just… Incredible.
UAN: What was harder dealing with your condition or moving constantly?
Charlie: My condition for sure. I had to grow up fast. Never really had a real childhood because I was always in and out of the hospital. It’s a lot for an adult dealing with life and death issues. Imagine dealing with it as a kid. It was pretty hard and scary at times. But I just gave the Grimm Reaper the middle finger and pushed through.
UAN: Anything you want to say to kids with the sane condition are you???
Charlie: Hang in there and have faith in something. Don’t let your illness define you. It’s a part of what makes you you…but it’s not WHO you are. Kick it’s ass and take names!
UAN: When is the first time you rode a motorcycle?
Charlie: I was 8 the first time I rode on the back of my dad’s Harley. That’s all it took and I was hooked. The first time I rode alone, I was twelve. Most amazing feeling ever.
UAN: We know you have a big appetite, what could you eat if there was a shortage of food and you had to pick one thing and eat it for a couple weeks straight.
Jules: big appetite. *snort* that’s the understatement of the century. She could eat an entire cow in one setting if you let her. I mean, just look at her ass. It’s huge.
**punches him in the arm**
Jules: you need anger management. You’re so abusive.
Charlie: don’t talk about my ass and you won’t get hit. Anyway, to answer your question. Pizza. Definitely Pizza.
UAN: Being a biker girl Charlie, were you ever nervous to ride?
Charlie: really. The way I looked at it, I’d almost died a few times by the time I got on a bike. My life has always been out of my control. On my bike, I’m in complete control. There’s nothing else like it.
UAN: I’m a lover of tattoos, which one is your favorite?
Charlie: Probably the guardian angel on my ribs. It was my first and means a lot to me.
UAN: Now the two of you together is something else! There were times I just wanted to just jump in and hang out with you two! You truly have so much fun together and know each other better than anyone else. This is truly a once in a lifetime friendship that everyone should have. So with saying that we need to know these things.. lol!
Jules: well… We are pretty damn awesome. So I can’t blame you there.
UAN: What is your earliest memory of each other??
Charlie: oh remember that time you peed yourself when we went to that museum? *laughs*
Jules: I did not pee! Oh my god. I can’t believe you’re turning this story around on me!
Charlie: I’m so not! And you totally peed!!
Jules: Only because of your dad! It wasn’t my fault. Her dad, Joe jumped out from behind this caveman exhibit and scared the ever loving shit out of me.
Charlie: *laughing* oh you shit yourself too?? *laughs harder* and here I though you just peed yourself.
Jules: **face turns red** first of all. Ok I peed. But I was five. And if I remember correctly you peed yourself too!!!
Charlie: Hey! I only did it so you wouldn’t be the only one embarrassed.
Jules: So what? You peed yourself for me?
Jules: Oh ok. So that’s like the time I peed on your leg when you got stung by a jellyfish?
Jules: Hey! Fair is fair! And why do all of our stories have to do with piss anyway?
Charlie: We were raised by wolves. *howls*
Jules: **laughs and joins in howling**
UAN: Funniest memory?
Charlie: can this question be answered by the previous one?
Jules: why? You afraid I’ll out you on something like… The time you—
Charlie: say it and you’re dead!
Jules: *holds hands up in defense* okay. Okay. Next question?
UAN: Were you ever attracted to each other?? Ever kiss?
***Charlie and Jules together: oh hell no!
Charlie: Ew. No way. Who kisses their brother?
Jules: Angelina Jolie.
Charlie: Dude. She wore Billy Bobs blood around her neck! That’s your example??
Jules: Just saying. But at least she’s good looking. So, I can’t blame her brother. You however… Fugly.
Charlie: You are fucked in the head. You know that?
Jules: That’s why you love me!
UAN: Do you use sarcasm as a defense mechanism??
Charlie: I’m not sarcastic!
Jules: Hah! Yeah, and you’re not a stubborn pain in the ass either.
Charlie: I can’t really help it. Someone says something and it just comes out. My dad calls it word vomit. But I learned from the best!
UAN: Where do you see yourself in 5 years???
Charlie: I don’t know really. 5 years is a long time away. I don’t really plan for the future. I can’t.
Jules: In five years I’ll still be forced to keep her in line. Hopefully it’ll be on a beach somewhere… With lots of alcohol!
UAN: Jules, the best bff ever…describe your friendship in one word..
Jules: You hear that? Best BFF EVER!
Charlie: Now you’ve done it. You just had to stroke his ego.
Jules: Hey at least they’re stroking something!
Charlie: Oh my god. Really? Just answer the damn question.
Jules: Fine! Um. One word to describe our friendship? Indestructible.
UAN: Being kids of the military, what are the things you love and not love..
Jules: I miss my dad. He’s deployed over seas and that’s the worst part. But I’m proud to be the child of a solider.
Charlie: My dad is an incredible role model. He’s given up a lot to defend his country and train the troops. I’m proud too. Of both of our fathers and every military family out there. Worst part… Moving so much, obviously.
UAN: Embarrassing moment time!!! We have to do it!!! Fess up!!
Jules: Charlie used to make out with Joey Fatone posters.
Charlie: You’re a damn liar!
Jules: Oh! Defensive much? Ladies, I wouldn’t lie to you!
** punches Jules**
UAN: Jules, How do you deal with not seeing your dad so much?
Jules: It’s hard. We skype as much as possible. We email everyday. He doesn’t always get to reply everyday… But he tries. My mom and I always talk about him and constantly find his favorite stuff to send in care packages.
UAN: I know you love to read poetry, but I was wondering if you read love stories.. And if you do, do you have any favorite authors. You could answer this too Jules if you like! Lol!
Charlie: I love to read! I have so many authors I love. It’s hard to choose! Definitely Richelle Mead. Charlaine Harris. Cassia Leo. Vanessa Marie. Katy Evans. Colleen Hoover. Michelle Valentine. Gail McHugh. H.P Mallory. LJ Baker. Nykki Mills. The list goes on!
Jules: I’m more into looking at the pictures.
Charlie: What he means is… The extent of his reading is the comics section of the paper.
UAN: Who inspires you?
Charlie: My dad and Callie.
UAN: If you two had a fight who would win???
Jules: Oh bullshit! I’m bigger than you and I’m stronger.
Charlie: Yet you always cry when I hit you.
Jules: Yeah because they’re sneak attacks!
Charlie: And my point is made! *smiles*
UAN: Now of course we have to bring up Sam!!! What do you guys do on a rainy day….and you can be a little dirty if ya want…. Lol!!
Charlie: It depends. We cook together. We also watch movies a lot. Depending on the movie… It can lead to other things. We like to wrestle too… And I don’t mind letting him pin me. If you know what I mean.
Jules: You know I cant un-hear this right?
Charlie: Hey it’s not like I said I love when he holds my hands above my head and rips my panties off.
Jules: Oh God. Please stop!
Charlie: *laughs* okay fine. I guess you can use your imagination for the rest.
UAN: Okay we have taken up so much of your time. Thank you so much, you two crack us up. And that Vanessa who told your story….Well she is one witty writer, so glad she could share your story.
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Expected Release Date: August 2014
Will they be able to put the pieces back together?
Or will the jagged edges hurt those they care about the most?
Lola is a little strange and unusual.
Lola has no brain-to-mouth filter (this may or may not have gotten Lola into trouble – repeatedly).
Lola is a single mum who despises drama and sh*t talkers.
Lola is keeping Coca-cola in business one 2lt bottle at a time.
Apparently, Lola likes to talk in the third person about herself.This here is what my profile says everywhere: Lola Stark lives in Australia, Is an at-home mummy with no filter, raising a hoard of minions. Lola has loved to read for as long as she can remember. When not wrangling the children, she can be found sitting at her computer, writing, facebooking or just generally messing around. I know, I know third person again.So what else can I tell you about me ? I have a dog, 3 birds and a pet rock. I was a teen mum (DON’T DO IT). Right now, I’m alternating writing this and yelling at my kids to stop jumping on the bed and to go the f*ck to sleep before I push them off. I may be a little… okay very, inappropriate…often. Junk food and I have an understanding: I eat it, it hibernates around my ass and thighs. I live and breathe music, almost any kind is fine by me. I cuss like a sailor and sometimes smell like one too (hey now, McJudgy, you can’t shower, brush your teeth or hair if you’re in the middle of writing a book). I make a mean potato-layer bake and I have slight road rage. I struggle not to laugh when my kids are inappropriate and say screwy sh*t. I don’t really like people…I’m that creepy chick who sits in the corner till she has a booze buzz going on, then I’m as loud as f*ck. I have an addiction to shoes. I smoke like a chimney. So that’s me! I’m screwy and funsized (it’s not called short anymore). You’ll either love me or hate me, but I am always just ME!
The shocking, filthy serial comes to an explosive conclusion. Prepare for the most thrilling seduction of all…
There’s not a woman in the world who won’t spread her legs for me.
Admit it, you’re already wet, imagining my hands gripping tight around your wrists, holding you down. Showing you what a real man’s cock feels like buried all the way to the fucking hilt.
I was the Seducer, the best damn night of your life. But all that’s behind me. Now I only want one thing.
My secrets destroyed her. My quest for revenge tore us apart. But now I know she’s in danger, there’s nothing I won’t do to keep her safe.
This girl is everything to me, and I won’t stop until I claim her completely.
** The fourth and final part of the hottest serial around**
Abby’s Review 4.5 steamy smoking hot stars
This is a steamy hot story about Keely and Vaughn. Vaughn is a dirty talker and so much more. Wow, as far as hot alpha males go with a dirty mouth, Vaughn wins hands down as the dirtiest talker and man does it make it ooze sex.
I liked Keely through this entire series. Sometimes with Submissive type girls I want to roll my eyes at them but not here. Move over Sylvia and E.L. welcome Roxy to the fold she can write steam that is HOOOOOTTTT, toe curling, hello husband, HOOOOOOTTTT.
This is the conclusion to The Seduction series, I read them all in one day. You must read them in order each one takes place where the last one left off.
I loved the twists and turns in this story. Everything was not always how it seemed and surprises carried their way right up until the very end.
If you want an erotic story that has both steam and an intriguing captivating story the whole way through then I would highly suggest you pick this up. You won’t be disappointed.
About INDISCRETION: VOLUME ONE
F*ck and chuck. Pump and dump. Hit it and quit it. One night stand. Didn’t matter how I branded it—that’s all she had wanted it to be. That much was clear when she left me with my pants down and my dick still out.
What she hadn’t counted on was fate intervening and our worlds colliding—again.
The day I showed back up in the life of Chloe Griffins, I knew I had to have her again. My body was hungry for another taste. Like an addict, I’d been craving another hit for months, and there she was—flesh and bone, tits and ass.
The fact that she worked for the competition should’ve been reason enough for me to leave her alone. I had a job to do that summer and f*cking Chloe wasn’t part of it. But I was like a man possessed.
I’d do whatever it took to have her again.
INDISCRETION: VOLUME ONE releases August 4th – add it to your Goodreads list here!
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Mabel Armstrong is on the verge of giving up. But just when things feel bleakest, there seems to be a shift in the universe. People come out of the woodwork. Her ex won’t leave her alone. An old friend finally tries to become more. Even the cute guy at the coffee shop starts paying extra attention.
Abby’s review 4.5 stars
I have a confession, I love Willow Aster. True Love Story is one of my favorites, In the Fields was an amazing story and this book, is just another reminder of all things I love about her. She tells a story of a mentally ill woman named Maby. We follow Maby’s journey as she deals with her mental illness. Some people accept her for it while others do not. But this story is about self love and falling in love as much as it is about mental illness.
I found this to be funny and witty as well as a tad bit sexy. Did you know what happens if you eat pineapples before a man goes south. Google that!! I feel well schooled. I was also cracking up more times then tearing up, not that it is a comedy but Aster’s smart sense of humor shines.
If you are looking for a unique heroine and a really sweet love story on top of that then this is your story.
Willow Aster is the author of True Love Story, In the Fields, and Maybe Maby. She lives with her husband and two kids on a tropical beach in paradise. Well, at least part of that is true … the rest is Story Lala Land, where Willow spends most of her time.
Bonfires warmed the wind that swept the plains of the open field. From as far back as the doors to the Throne Room all the way to the rocky edge before the beach, stall masters had set up games and displays, and people in the hundreds gathered around them, laughing and talking loudly. The costumes of the greater population strongly resembled clothing worn in the 1400s and I got a sudden sense, as we stepped out of the tree line in awe, that I had gone completely back in time to when Lilith reigned.
“Wow.” I laid one hand softly across my belly, the orange flicker of fire coloring my skin. “This looks amazing.”
Blade stepped up beside me and swept his hair back, leaving his hand on his head. “I feel like a little kid. I’m not sure what to do first.”
“Well, I already put dibs on pie throwing, remember.”
“Come on then.” A surefooted Ryder marched straight out of the trees and led the the way down a slight slope toward the crowd. “And, after, I wanna see you two go at it with a sword.”
The chatter and laughter enveloped us as we mingled among the people. Those that looked up at us saw two tall men in Core uniforms, leading a small well-dressed girl through the churned up grass, so they’d tap each other, whisper and then bow, moving aside to clear a path. I wished I’d worn something a little bit plainer then—maybe so I could blend in and just enjoy the evening, instead of feeling like an outsider.
It was much warmer down here, packed tightly in a crowd, with several bonfires marking the boundaries of the festival. I rubbed my arms, pushing the last of my goosebumps into my fesh.
Up ahead, I could see three large wooden boards with a small hole for willing heads, painted in blue and gold, with a banner overhead that marked our destination. I walked on my toes for a second to see over the crowd and maybe get a glance at Margret’s face all covered in cream. But, curse the gods, I was just too damn short.
“Hey, Ara,” Blade said as we joined the line.
“I was just thinking.”
“Ooh, didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” Ryder said.
Blade just ignored that with a shake of his head. “If you throw a pie at Margret’s face, it might make things worse between you two. As it is, she doesn’t exactly like you—”
“Say no more.” I put a hand up to silence him. “I’ll take Edgar on the far right.”
“I’ll take Old Margie,” Ryder said, rubbing his hands together. “That old hag needs a good creaming from a guy who knows how to handle his pie.”
Blade and I stared at him. “Ew,” I said, and took three tickets oﬀ the vendor, moving to the headboard on the end just as Nate knelt down and stuck his head through the hole.
His sweet boyish face met mine and he laughed. “Just my luck,” he said. “I’m about to get creamed by the queen.”
“Aw, I wouldn’t worry, Nate,” Blade said, standing beside me. “She’ll probably eat the pie before it gets to you.”
Everyone around me laughed loudly, in a friendly kind of way. I considered the pie, then Blade’s face, but thought better of slamming it into that smug grin. He was just bold enough to return the favor, and I really didn’t want to go back to the ball later with pie on my face. So I turned quickly and ditched it straight at Nate’s head. He gasped just before it struck, and an explosion of white cream slapped his brow and burst out over the board around it.
Blade and I chuckled lightly, while Nate’s head popped away for a second, coming back with a little less cream.
“Nice one,” he said. “But it was beginner’s luck. Let’s see if you can hit me twice.”
“I accept your challenge,” I said, cradling another pie tin while the stall master slopped a few dollops of cream on it. “You ready?”
He smiled, closing his mouth and eyes tightly.
While I pretended to aim, I snuck a glance across at Ryder as his pie impacted Margret’s face. And I couldn’t help it. All respect for her few oﬀ into outer space and I just had to laugh. Seeing that white cream splash across her snooty chops then blast from her nose like dragon’s fire completely made my
day. Blade formed a wall between her and me to help hide my laughter before she cleared her eyes and noticed.
“So you gonna throw that pie at him, or what?” Ryder said, wiping his hands on a cloth as he sauntered over.
“I…” I tried to breathe, but the laughter had complete control of my body. “I can’t.”
“Mind if I do?” he said.
Blade put his arm across Ryder’s chest to stop him. “I got this one, man.”
Ryder stepped back. “Come on then. Show us what you got.”
I sobered myself, still hiccuping a little, and stood beside Ryder, our gazes aiming cleanly down the line to Nate.
“Hey, Ryder?” I whispered.
“Wanna see how much my powers have progressed?”
I checked over my shoulder and then leaned a bit closer to him. “The telekinesis.”
He drew his gaze away from Nate to smile down at me. “Yeah.”
“Okay.” I folded my arms and looked back at Nate. “Watch this.”
Blade’s arm went straight as the pie left his grip, and a mysterious wind that no one felt swept the pie back toward him. His mouth popped as white wings of cream wrapped his head and the silver tin clanked as it his nose.
“Bah!” Ryder slapped his knee, a burst of amusement leaving his throat so loudly I jumped a little.
Not one person standing nearby could stand straight. Ryder fell to the ground with about half of the other people around us, and Blade just stood there, the tin still glued to his face, the thick white cream dripping from his jaw.
“I know this is a costume party,” he said under a mouthful of cream, slowly removing his tinny mask and scooping it all from his eyes. “But I didn’t think masks were compulsory.”
I laughed timidly, getting some distance, even though there was no way he’d know it was me.
After mopping up a bit of his face with a rag from the vendor, he looked down at Ryder, a clear look of revenge moving in under his white eyebrows. “Okay. Fess up. How’d you do that?” he said.
“What!” Ryder stopped laughing. “Me?”
“Yes. You.” Blade stepped closer.
“Dude. I was standing behind you.” He presented the scene. “I couldn’t have done it.”
Blade, realizing how ridiculous it was to blame Ryder, reached down and oﬀered his hand. “Fine. But that was one hell of a breeze then.”
Ryder took Blade’s hand and got to his feet, making the mistake then of winking at me. And Blade caught on instantly, realization filling his face with surprise first and then malice. He let go, dropping Ryder back on his butt, his steely gaze fixing on me.
“Blade.” I put both hands up, backing away. “You don’t wanna make a scene.”
He took a step in my direction, but stopped. “You’re right.”
I tensed for another second, then relaxed completely with confusion. “I am?”
“Yes.” He grabbed another rag and wiped his face again. “I’ll get my revenge in the fencing match.”
My gaze absently moved across to the slashing and clanking of swords in the arena.
“Come on then.” He oﬀered the way. “Let’s see how well you do when you fight like a man.”
“Like a man?” I raised a brow at him.
“Yeah.” He leaned down, his head almost against mine, and whispered, “When you fight without using your ‘special’ gifts.”
I checked around to see if anyone heard that. They didn’t. “Fine. No cheating allowed then. But I’ll still win.”
“Don’t be so sure about that, queeny,” he said. “You’d be surprised how significantly the need for
revenge tips a fight in one’s favor.”
A. M. Hudson loves her life in Australia and, despite wishing it would snow at Christmas, couldn’t imagine living anywhere else in the world.
She fell in love with her husband at just sixteen, and since then, has added three boys to the mix.
A. M. prides herself on writing the shocking, the depthy and the highly-emotional subjects other writers steer away from. She addresses the uncomfortable with conviction and enjoys taking stories down dark paths.
Some of her heroes are Stephen King, Walt Disney, Hamish and Andy, Muse and 30 Seconds to Mars, and with influences like these, one can only imagine what stories will unfold.
When she’s not writing, A. M. reads books, watches movies and chats with fans on Facebook.
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If you find yourself talking to Jayne Dandy, keep the conversation on Star Wars and rubber ducks—best not to mention men, dating, or S-E-X. Because Jayne is fine with the way things are: writer of obituaries and garage sale ads by day, secret scribe of adventures in distant galaxies by night. But her crippling fear of intimacy has made her the butt of jokes since forever, and hiding behind her laptop isn’t going to get her lightsaber lit.
After her therapist recommends that she write erotica as a form of exposure therapy, Jayne joins forces with pen and paper to combat the demons that won’t let her kiss and tell. Unexpectedly downsized at work, she adopts a pseudonym and secretly self-publishes one of her naughty books to make ends meet. When her adorable, long-time friend Luke, co-owner of the popular Portland food truck Luke Piewalker’s, hears she’s been demoted, he insists on hiring her to sling éclairs and turnovers at his side. Her secret must be kept, but sparks ignite between them, sending Jayne and her X-Wing into a tailspin that will either make her face down her neuroses or trigger a meltdown of Death Star proportions.
A purveyor of fictions, Eliza Gordon has excellent taste in books, shoes, movies, and friends, and questionable sanity in the realm of love. Best leave that one alone. www.elizagordon.com
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