Wingless: Taylor Lavati Review

  2 Stars: I was not a big fan of Wingless. The book confused me from the beginning. It might have just been lack of sleep, but I truly couldn't find the main point of the story until 3/4 of the way through it. Don't get me wrong, the characters were great and I enjoyed the idea of what the author was trying to portray. Another thing I found was that there were many spelling mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes, so if you don't find these mistakes distracting, then go ahead and read this book.


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Blurb:
When Annie’s wings failed to form on her sixteenth birthday, she was banished to Earth, a life-altering reality that forced her to adapt to a new race, new world, and new challenges. Armed with little knowledge, Annie descends to her new home and learns of other half-angels, those who pull her into a world of demon-fighting chaos. 
As an Archer, Micha watches over Earth from the Veil. Sent to help Annie adjust, he finds himself drawn to her long after his orders have dissipated, and when her ruthless demon-killing ways reach an extremity he can’t ignore, he finds himself questioning the very core of his upbringing: will he turn his back on the angels and save Annie, or will he remain hidden within the shadows and watch her die?

Chronicles of Steele Review Tour

3 Stars: The Chronicles of Steele was a well thought out, steam punk story. I enjoyed the characters and plot, but had a few things that I didn't enjoy. You should really read this book though, it has a very cool and interesting plot. 



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Blurb:
Human life has value.

The poor living in the gutter are as valuable as the rich living in a manor.
The scoundrel is no less valuable than the saint.
Because of this, every life a reaper takes must be redeemed.

Raven has lived by this first tenet since she was trained by her father to become a reaper. But since his death, she's been spending years redeeming the lives she's taken. By her count, she's even and it's time for that life to end. If she settles down and becomes a wife, she might just feel human again. But on the way to the life she thinks she wants, the baron of New Haven asks her to complete a task which she cannot ignore... Just when Raven decides to give up on her life as an assassin, she's pulled right back in.

Author Bio:

Pauline Creeden is an award-winning author, horse trainer, and overall book ninja. She becomes the main character in each of her stories, and because she has ADD, she will get bored if she pretends to be one person for too long.

Armored Hearts, her joint effort with author Melissa Turner Lee, has been awarded the Crowned Heart for Excellence by InDtale Magazine. It is also the 2013 Book Junkie's Choice Winner in Historical Fiction. Her debut novel, Sanctuary, won 1st Place Christian YA Title 2013 Dante Rosetti Award and 2014 Reader's Choice Gold Award for Best YA Horror Novel.

Against the Darkness: Cimmerian Moon by A.M. Griffin #giveaway #review @amgriffinbooks

5 Stars: Against the Darkness was an awesome book! It's the first book in a brand new YA science fiction series from A.M. Griffin. I'm not usually a fan of science fiction but I fell in love with it anyway. Sure, there are aliens and an invasion, but the story revolves around the need to get home.

After reading it I actually felt like the characters were real. The author had created a group of characters that were so different they made the story. The story had a great plot line that kept me reading for hours without a break. 

This is a must read book! Also, this book isn't meant for people under the age of 15 (there is adult language in the book). Have fun reading!

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Blurb:

Seventeen year old Sinta Allen has one objective, to get from Tallahassee, Florida to her mother in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Seems simple enough right? Wrong. Hostile aliens have invaded Earth—and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that we’re losing the fight. While the aliens bring devastation and destruction and take people away to God knows where in their spaceships, Sinta, along with some of her classmates must rely on their survival instincts, a little luck and each other if they want to survive the venture across the country. The last thing she needs is for Wade, her school friend and Jason, her rescuer, to distract her along the way.  

Excerpt:

It shouldn’t be a problem with just seven of us.

“Even so, I hate us being out in the open.”

“It’s our best hope right now. That area has plenty of trees for cover. We can build shelter and blend in with the surroundings.”

I nod, affirming what Wade said. “It’ll be perfect.”

“We thought the last place was perfect,” Shayla mumbles.

There were forty people hiding in some woods by a residential area, I want to tell her. That’s not perfect. That was a disaster waiting to happen. I clench my jaw tight to stop myself from pointing out the obvious.

“What about food?” MJ asks. He puts up his empty hands. “When we left, we didn’t have time to get to anything, food or water. We had to leave everything, even our backpacks.”

Crap.

Wade pulls his pack off his back and rummages through it. “I have a flashlight, four bottles of water, two sleeves of crackers, a lighter and Swiss army knife. Sin,” he says, looking over to me. “What do you have?”

I don’t have to pull my bag off to recite its contents. “Two bottles of water, one sleeve of crackers, four slices of bread and I have my knife tied to my sweats.”

“Awesome. We’re definitely prepared to head back to Michigan,” Ian says.

“What did you bring?” I ask him, since he’s still being a smartass.

He glares at me before turning the other way.

“Let’s get going. Our circumstance isn’t going to change by just standing here,” Wade says.

We let him lead the way with Mia and I following close on his heels. Shayla and Ms. Burgess are at our backs and MJ and Ian are behind them.

We move silently through what used to be the residential areas. Everyone is on edge, watching out for aliens that could come out from behind trees or what used to be buildings or houses. We also keep peering up, watching for their ships.

Under the cover of night, we go through the few houses that don’t threaten to topple on us. We search for anything that will help us survive. We don’t find any more bottled water, but we are able to find a lot of canned goods and, luckily, an opener. We load what we can carry in three plastic bags. We don’t take so much that the bags will slow us down and only take what is needed.

By the time we get to the lake, its well into the night. We scout out the best possible spot, somewhere with trees thick enough to hide us. Once we find our hide-out, Wade directs us to gather all the wood we can find.

After watching him make a stick shelter that’s only two feet high, we set out to make our own. We each pick spots along the lake, under a tree, and position the openings so that we can see at least two other shelter entrances. We don’t talk about what happened—about how we think everyone else is dead. We hardly talk at all, besides to help each other find sticks and build the hobbit huts that we’ll live in for the next two days.

It’s past ten p.m. before we’re finally done and it’s so dark we can barely make out what’s around us. We’re tired, mentally and physically. There’s nothing left to do but to rest and think about all we’ve lost.

I crawl backward into my shelter. I won’t be able to sit up. I’ll hardly be able to turn around or shift my position. It’s long enough so that I can stretch out. I’m so short that my shelter won’t appear out of place against the bank of the lake. The guys had to make theirs shorter, and have to sleep curled up.

Once I’m fully inside, I glance over to Mia’s shelter. We made ours facing each other. I rest my face on my hands and she does the same, watching me too. I watch her until her eyes finally close for the night. When I’m sure that she’s sleep I roll over onto my side. This position is just as painful as lying on my stomach. Trying to get comfortable on the cold ground with only a few tufts of grass sprinkled in among rocks, dirt and twigs is the least of my worries.

Right about now is when I again start to have my recurring wish for the gift of foresight. But I’m sure everyone in the world has probably wished for the same thing. At least then there could have been some kind of planning. The military could have been ready for the aliens’ arrival and mounted an attack. Not only that, but the government could have organized some kind of evacuation. Although I don’t know to where exactly.

How do you evacuate an entire country?

At any rate, the gift of foresight would have helped us all. Maybe, with it, my mother wouldn’t have forced me to go on the stupid field trip. I remind myself how I’d begged and begged her not to make me go.

But I bet she regrets it now, especially since I’m almost a thousand miles away from her during the worst possible time.

I know what I’m doing and I try to hold onto the feeling for as long as possible. If I’m mad at her then I won’t miss her as much.

Just as I have that thought, my eyes begin to water. Being mad at her usually doesn’t last very long at all. I can’t make it. For all it’s worth, I know she’s regretting she ever made me go and she’s missing me just as much as I’m missing her.

I sniffle back the trickle of liquid that’s making a trail from my nostril and across my cheek. Tears fall in fat drops from the corners of my eyes. I’m crying so softly that I doubt anyone can hear it.

About the author:

A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies. 

Author Interview:

1.      In your opinion, what makes a great hero?

I think heroes don’t necessarily start off being a great person—or even a hero technically. They’re thrust into certain situations and constantly make the right decision. A great hero is someone who is honest, forthright and at the pivotal minute where they can do bad or good, they make the conscious decision to take the high road, even if it’s not the most popular road to take or even if they don’t have anything to personally gain from it.

2.      Do you prefer strong women for heroines, or the ‘damsel in distress’ type?
Strong. The women I write about may have at one time been a damsel in distress, but by the time the story starts out all of that is in the past. Their whining days are over. LOL. My female characters tend to be a little “fighty” too. They don’t mind picking up a weapon or two and their tongues are just as sharp as the knives they like to wield.

3.      What do you do when you’re not writing?
I have 3 kids so most of my time is spent at sporting events or taking them to or from some type of other event. I love to travel so I’m known to take my fair share of vacations in and out of the country. I also love to read. Since writing my reading for fun has fallen to the side, but I’ve made a conscious effort to read more this year and so far it has worked! Oh, and I watch mindless television; Squidbillies, King of the Hill, Family Guy, Bob’s Burgers, American Dad and anything else that doesn’t require me to think much.

4.      Who are some of your favorite authors?
I LOVE Dean Koontz. I stop whatever I’m doing and read his new releases. I love his style, the way he can get the reader wrapped up in the story is a great talent. I like Gena Showalter and her angels series, Nalini Singh and her angels (I sense a theme here), Kresly Cole and her Immortals After Dark series, Sherrilyn Kenyon and her Dark Hunter’s series and Joey W. Hill’s Vampire Queen series. I think only a handful of those I mentioned are suitable for minors. LOL

5.      Do you listen to music when you write? If so, what type(s) do you lean towards?
No music for me. I have to listen to the voices in my head and “see” them as the scene unfolds. I know a lot of authors can listen to music but I think my muse wouldn’t like competing for my attention.

6.      Do you have anything in common with your characters?
I’m a strong woman and that’s why I tend to write about them. I wouldn’t be able to connect with anyone weak or someone who wouldn’t take charge of any situation she was thrust in. The other thing I have in common with my characters are the love at first aspect of their relationship. I met my husband in high school and for us it was love at first sight. I remember the first time I laid eyes on him and how it made me feel. Nothing can beat that feeling. While my characters experience love at first sight, it really doesn’t mean that love comes easy for them, it hardly comes easy for anyone. Just because you recognize the person you want to spend the rest of your life with doesn’t mean that it’s the right time to commit or that committing is easy—enter turmoil.

7.      What are you currently working on, or what’s on the horizon?
Currently I’m working on the third book of the Cimmerian Moon series. After I finish this one I plan to release the last two books in the series (Book #4 and Book #5) in 2015, closing out this series. I’m not sure if this will be the end of my adventure into writing young adult books, only time will tell.

8.      What’s the strangest (neatest, coolest, etc) thing you’ve ever done?
I went zip lining in the mountains of Jamaica before. It was the scariest thing that I’d ever done. My knees were literally knocking together. My sister took pictures of me and in every picture I have the look of sheer panic on my face. It’s hilarious now, but it wasn’t at the time.

9.      What was your favorite subject in high school or college?
In high school I was part of the pep squad and drama club. I really enjoyed those two activities. I never considered myself as a very outgoing person, but I think back on it now and realize that I had a lot of guts to constantly get in front of the entire school to dance and act.

10.  What made you want to write YA?
I write *cough* erotica and my kids were complaining that they’d never be able to read any of my books. One day I just decided to write something they could actually read and even talk about with their friends. I think I’m more excited about this series than they are.

11.  What is your favorite genre to read/write?
I love science fiction and paranormal. So I say those two, but I also love regency romance. Give me a book set in the 1800’s in England or the Highlands of Scotland and I’m hooked.

12.  Are you a plotter or a pantser, or a hybrid?
Normally I would say pantser. I just sit down and write and usually find out my characters secrets the same time the words hit the page. It’s crazy because I’ll be talking to myself while I write saying, “Why is she/he doing this?” and my husband will say, “Because you’re making them.” That’s not true! The characters all have a mind of their own. It makes for a very interesting writing experience. It’s only when they veer way too far off course that I need to make some kind of outline to get them back on track. The characters usually aren’t too happy about that and still find a way to have a runaway script, but hey, at least I try.

Thanks for having me!

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Dirty Blood: Dirty Blood Series review

4.5 stars: Dirty Blood was a very good werewolf story. It's a good story because of it's characters, plot, and action. The characters were amazing and so was the action. The plot was exciting! I just couldn't stop reading to see what would happen to the characters.
 I recommend this book to anyone that wants to read it. I really enjoyed it and I hope you do too. Don't forget you can always tell me what you think about the books I review.


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I killed a girl last night. I did it with my bare hands and an old piece of pipe I found lying next to the dumpster. But that’s not the part that got me. The part that scared me, the part I can’t seem to wrap my head around and still has me reeling, was that when she charged me, her body shifted – and then she was a wolf. All snapping teeth and extended claws. But by the time I stood over her lifeless body, she was a girl again. That’s about the time I went into shock… And that was the moment he showed up.

Now, all I can do is accept the truths that are staring me in the face. One, Werewolves do exist. And two, I was born to kill them.

Review & Blog Tour: Kara Leigh Miller's 'The Georgia Corbins'

Title: The Georgia Corbin
Genre: Contemporary Romance, YA Romance
Flame rating: Flickering
Publisher: Entranced Publishing
Page count: 265 pages

Review

5 Stars: The Georgia Corbins is a story that keeps the reader engaged from page one. The Corbin brothers and Ali have so many different characteristics that I couldn't stop reading to see what they did next. My Favorite character is Ali because of how she acts. She can handle herself and what ever life throws at her. 

This book is amazing! My favorite thing about it is that it keeps you guessing until even after the end. I really hope that you read this. This is a must read!

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Blurb:

Ali Philips never thought anything could be more devastating than the day Levi and Tucker Corbin, her two best friends—her only friends—moved away. Three years passed without a single phone call, text message, or email from them and she’s resolved to the fact that she will probably never see them again. Until one morning when she comes face-to-face with Levi Corbin in physics class.

Little does she know, the Corbins have returned to Haldeen with only one thing on their minds: winning Ali’s heart. Ali soon finds herself in the middle of a love triangle she doesn’t want any part of. As she tries to reclaim the friendships she’s lost and to adjust to the unfamiliar feelings she’s having, she struggles with making the one decision that will forever change their lives: Levi or Tucker Corbin?

She’s always had a special bond with Tucker and feels most comfortable when she’s with him. But Levi brings her to life in a way she didn’t think was possible and makes her feel things she didn’t think she would ever feel. Torn between the two, Ali is certain of only one thing–by the time it’s over, she’ll lose one of her best friends.

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Chapter One Excerpt

Ali Philips
The music reverberated through my body as I approached the field, and the crowd around the keg was bigger than I’d ever seen it before. A few dozen people gathered around the bonfire, several more hung out near the swimming hole, and I couldn’t begin to count how many couples were canoodling in the backs of pick-up trucks. Where the heck had all these people come from? I looked around and smiled. Man, I loved the field parties. You never knew what to expect.
“I was wondering if you were gonna show up,” Brody said to me as he approached.
Today was the last Saturday of Spring Break. School would resume in two days. “You really think I’d go missing it?” I asked.
I took the cup of beer Brody offered me. He flung his arm around my shoulders and kissed my cheek. “As the resident bad girl of Haldeen, I’d sure hope not.”
I laughed as he let out a loud whooping noise. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you like the fact that I’m a bad girl.”
“You’re so much more fun now,” Brody said with a wicked gleam in his eye.
I smiled at him and finished my beer in two long gulps. None of us were old enough to legally drink, but Jimmie Allen’s alcoholic father owned the only supermarket/liquor store in town, and Jimmie Allen was always stealing beer from his father. “I see the keg is the spot to be. Is there another one around here someplace?”
“Over by the tree, darling.”
I let Brody slide his arm from my shoulders to my waist and walked with him to the large tree near the end of the swimming hole. I refilled my cup and turned my attention back to the party before I was flooded with memories that I didn’t want — memories that always seemed to surface every time I was near that tree — memories of my two best friends I hadn’t seen in nearly three years. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop the memory from consuming me.
“Race you to the swimming hole,” Tucker shouted as he took off running.
“That’s cheating.” Levi chased after Tucker.
“Yeah, quit your cheating!” I called as I followed both of them. I was a fast runner, and it didn’t take long for me to pass them. Maybe I’d finally beat them this time. My ponytail bounced with each step I took and the harder I pushed, the more it’d swish back and forth. Old Man Potter’s swimming hole was close. I could hear the water moving, and I could smell the distinct fish-like odor of the Chattahoochee River.
“Grab her,” Tucker panted.
“No!” I squealed as Levi grabbed me around the waist and held onto me so that Tucker could take the lead. Levi nudged me, not hard enough to hurt or make me fall, but enough so that he could take off ahead of me. And just like that, I knew I had lost yet another race to the Corbin boys. Someday I’d beat them.
When I reached the swimming hole, Tucker was climbing the tree. He did this every time we came here. He’d climb out on the large branch that extended over the deep part of the river. After yelling “Beat this!” he’d jump into the water. Levi never did it because he was terrified of heights. I hadn’t done it either, because I was afraid I’d hit my head on a rock in the water or something.
After jumping in, Tucker surfaced and grinned at me. “Your turn.”
I took a deep breath. Today would be the day. I’d do it. Getting up to the branch was easy. Maneuvering my way onto it without falling was a bit tougher. I made the mistake of looking down. My heart rate spiked, my palms began to sweat, and I felt like I had to throw up. What had I been thinking? I couldn’t do this.
“Don’t be such a girl, Al. Jump,” Tucker said.
I scowled even though I knew Tucker couldn’t see me. I was one of the boys and for him to imply I wasn’t made me angry. But the longer I stood on the branch high above the water, the less I cared about being one of the boys.
“It’s okay, Al,” Levi said, looking up at me. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”
Deep down, I knew they wouldn’t. They’d probably even try to catch me if I asked them. I took another deep breath and climbed back down the tree without jumping. I was surprised when neither of them said anything to me about it.
“Ali!” Cassidy Hamilton called my name and waved.
I snapped out of my memory, thankful for the interruption. “Hey, Cass, when did you get back from Atlanta?” I asked as she ran toward me with her arms open and her wild, curly auburn hair flowing behind her. I hugged her.
“Yesterday. So, how was your spring break?”
“Not bad,” I said with a shrug. “I spent most of it sneaking outta my bedroom window.”
Cassidy’s eyes got wide. “A guy?”
“No.” I laughed. “I took my daddy’s pick-up truck without his permission, drove to the next county over, and went to a bar. He found out, and I got grounded.”
“Ali!” she squealed. “How’d you get into a bar? You ain’t old enough.”
I smiled. “Shelby Blake’s aunt owns the place.”
“Since when did you start hanging out with Shelby for fun?”
“About the time you took off to Atlanta and I had no one to hang out with,” I said and took a drink of my beer.
“Oh, I’m sure you could’ve found someone other than Shelby to hang with.” Cassidy nodded over my shoulder. “It looks like Brody is still obsessed with you.”
I glanced over my shoulder and saw him staring at my ass. “Yeah and now that he’s gone and grown some facial hair he thinks I’m gonna fall at his feet.”
Cassidy laughed. “You really should be nicer to that boy. He ain’t too hard on the eyes, y’know?”
“Yeah, I know.” I studied Brody for a moment. He played three different sports and his body reflected that. He was tall, with a thin, yet muscular frame. Pure brown eyes and sandy hair accentuated his round face. A short trimmed mustache and goatee covered his upper lip and chin. He was definitely cute, but I just didn’t like him that way.
* * * *
Physics lab first thing Monday morning? Somebody in the administration office had to have hated me. There was no other explanation for it. I should’ve been used to it by then, but I wasn’t. It sucked. Then again, every class that wasn’t an English class sucked, in my opinion. The first bell had already sounded, but the hallways were still full of procrastinating students. Returning to school after a week-long break was always hard.
“Hey, Cass,” I said, catching up to her before she turned the corner. “Where’re you going?”
“Trig.” She made a sour face. “You’d think you’d know that by now. You ask me every Monday.”
I frowned. Cass was in a bitchy mood today. “Have fun.” I was eager to get away from her attitude.
“Wanna hang out after school today?”
“Don’t you have to babysit your brother?”
Cass smiled mischievously.
“Nice try,” I said, “but I’ve told you. After last time, I’m never helping you babysit again.” Last time Cass had conned me into babysitting with her, it’d been a friggin’ nightmare. Her little sister had been sitting on my lap, bouncing up and down and laughing when she threw her body back, head butting me. She’d given me a bloody nose. It’d hurt so much it’d brought tears to my eyes. So I’d gone to the bathroom to clean up and change my bloodied shirt. Cass’s nine year old brother and his friend spied on me changing and using the toilet. Never. Again. And if all that wasn’t bad enough, my nose was swollen and my cheekbone was black and blue for days after. Shelby had decided to tell the entire school that she’d kicked my ass.
“C’mon,” Cass begged. “You know how much I hate babysitting alone.”
“See ya later.” I laughed and waved as I walked into my class.
 Cass peeked her head in the room. “Will you at least think about it?”
“Fine. I’ll think about it.” I’d said it just to shut her up, but there wasn’t anything to think about. There was no way in hell I was going to put myself in harm’s way like that again.
“Well I’ll be…don’t look as though this class is gonna suck as much as I thought,” Brody said, walking towards me.
I smiled. “Hey, Brody.” He sat beside me. “Since when are you in this class?”
“I was doing an independent study so I could get some credits for college to help me earn a scholarship, but I was failing. Coach told me if I didn’t get my grade up I’d be kicked off the baseball team,” Brody said with a shrug. “I was just going to drop the class but apparently it’s too late for that.”
“Mr. Nash?” Mrs. Dolgen said. She was the only science teacher in the high school and not many students liked her. A lot of people said it was because she gave out detention a little too generously and without good reason. I’d gotten it from her a few times, but overall she wasn’t so bad.
“Here.” Brody raised his hand.
“Yes, I can see that. Would you mind taking that seat over there?” She pointed to a table on the opposite side of the room.
“Do I have to?” Brody whined.
I stifled a giggle. Last year Brody and I had Biology together, and Mrs. Dolgen was always yelling at us for goofing around. It was probably best that she separated us, but that meant I was still going to be the only one in class without a lab partner. I’d been doing the same work as everyone else all year, but I’d been doing it alone. I should ask Mrs. Dolgen for some extra credit. Although, she’d probably assign me detention for being disrespectful to a teacher. She was famous for that.
“Yes,” Mrs. Dolgen said. “Last time you and Ms. Philips were lab partners there were problems.”
“I have to disagree, Mrs. Dolgen. I enjoyed being Ali’s lab partner last year. We didn’t have any problems at all. In fact, I think we worked very well together,” Brody said.
“And therein lies the problem. You two worked a little too well together.” She came over and stood in front of our table, arms tightly crossed over her chest.
I held my breath. Being Brody’s lab partner again would be fun, but he was pushing his luck arguing with Mrs. Dolgen, and the last thing I needed was to get detention again.
Mrs. Dolgen looked back and forth between me and Brody. “Consider today a trial run. I’m doing you a favor allowing you to join class so late, Mr. Nash. Don’t make me regret it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Brody said.
“Thank you, Mrs. Dolgen,” I said with a smile. When she walked away I jabbed Brody in the ribs with my finger. “Are you trying to get us sent to detention already?”
Brody rubbed his side and laughed. “Relax, it’ll be fine.” He winked.
I shook my head and turned to face the front of the room as the second bell rang. For the first time all year, I was actually looking forward to physics lab.

Bio:

Born and raised in the small town of Mexico, New York, Kara was an only child who was forced to find ways to entertain herself. Playing make believe with her Barbie dolls and stuffed animals was her first real taste of storytelling before she became old enough to develop a love affair with the written word.

In early 2010, Kara picked up her very first erotic romance novel, and she was instantly hooked. She loves to write contemporary romance, erotica, and young adult romance. Currently she has several full-length novels in the works, a series of novellas, and a handful of short stories. Kara is an active member of the CNY Writers Haven, the Romance Writers of America, and the CNY Romance Writers.
Today, Kara resides in New Haven, New York with her husband, five kids, and three cats. When she's not reading or writing, she's thinking about reading and writing. And when she's not doing that, she's spending time with her family and friends.

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