Somehow after dropping out of college, Cora’s life has become one part Dresden Files, one part Buffy. She tumbles into the supernatural underbelly of Fairview as a PI’s freshly minted assistant. Will she manage to tame the not-so-vampiric lover who has her on his radar?
Valerian enjoys his life eating the greed of humanity. When he stumbles into Cora, he happens to find her quite the delectable morsel. There are annoying creatures to overcome before Valerian can have his way with her. But nothing will keep him from making Cora his.
only made him want him more. By the time he caught up to Cullen, Ulf knew, without a doubt, the druid was destined to be his. Now he just needed to convince Cullen of that.
As Cullen and Ulf join their friends to fight the monsters from the realm of the Fae, they find there is a new threat waiting to get through the Veil. A threat they might not be able to defeat. Will Ulf & Cullen get their chance at happily ever after, or will the Fae finally succeed in their quest to destroy the veil?
It was becoming a contest of who had more. For Cullen, it was bullets. For the Fae, it was monsters. He still wasn’t sure the Veil had been sealed. Based on the fact that no matter how many of these things he mowed down, they kept coming, told him there was a good chance it hadn’t. That, or they’d sent hundreds to ensure this time they didn’t fail.
It was obvious who was losing, and it wasn’t the Unseelie. His only hope was, when he died, Ky would open up the fifty calibers and mow the motherfuckers down.
He dove for another automatic weapon when the one he had been using jammed. But he was surrounded, with little chance of killing them all before at least one of them got to him.
“Get down,” a deep voice rumbled over the roar of the fire and the shrieks of the dying Unseelie.
Cullen didn’t hesitate. He dropped to the ground, wrapping his hands over his head as he prayed whoever had come knew what the hell he had walked into. If not, he would be one more casualty Cullen would take to his grave. At least the guilt of this one wouldn’t haunt him since he’d be just as dead.
Gunfire opened up above him. The deafening roar was similar to what he’d already experienced when he’d been the one shooting. When it stopped, Cullen opened his eyes to find dozens of mutilated bodies surrounding him.
Then a hand appeared, a human one, as if offering him help up. Cullen turned his head to look up and blinked. Then blinked again. He’d seen a lot of crazy shit the past six weeks, things that he still had trouble wrapping his brain around.
He’d thought the monsters that were intent on killing his family. Horrible, disfigured creatures that resembled pieces and bits of animals from earth, yet in combinations that had stunned Cullen the night of the Winter Solstice. It had been what gave the beasts the advantage, for his whole family had been frozen in terror as the first creature had just appeared out of thin air.
A mix of scales, fur, and slime had covered its body. Long razor sharp teeth extended from its mouth, giving it a fearsome grimace. It had giant hooves on its extremities with three four inch claws extending from them. Nothing about it had been anything like they’d seen before.
For Cullen, this moment was similar. All he could say, was the man was definitely human. But nothing else about the moment seemed real. Because the man stood there in tight fitting pants that showed off his muscled thighs and ass to perfection. He didn’t wear a shirt, allowing Cullen to get his fill of thick arms that looked like they could break Cullen in half. He had a broad chest with just enough hair to make Cullen’s fingers itch to feel.
His gaze went to the man’s waist. He counted the eight-pack abs twice, just to be sure he wasn’t imagining the delicious sight of all that chiseled muscle that shouldn’t be possible.
“Like what you see?” the stranger asked.
Cullen hadn’t meant to lick his lips, but then again who could blame him? The man was pure sex with just enough wickedness to make Cullen want to worship every damn inch.
But it was his longer hair that reached almost his shoulders that really stunned him. It was wild and unkempt, just like the man if Cullen had to guess. Even better, probably an indication of how the man fucked. If Cullen was sure he wasn’t going crazy, he would swear the man looked like a medieval warrior.
“Who the hell are you?” Cullen finally asked, sure his mind had to playing tricks. Maybe he’d died and this was his reward for fighting to save his family.
“Fuck,” Cullen swore as he remembered the others. Pushing to his feet, he took off across the yard to the barn.
As he entered, he made sure not to set off any of the booby traps that were set the moment the others had entered the safe room. “Ky,” he yelled, knowing she’d be able to hear him through the speakers he’d had installed. “Are there more?”
Before she could answer, a gun when off right behind him. Cullen spun on his heel.
The stranger stared at him, his dark eyes wide with surprise even as his hand went to the hole that was in his chest. “You shot me,” he accused.
Remorse slammed through Cullen. There was no way the guy could survive that. It was a near perfect shot to the man’s heart. When the guy stumbled to the ground, Cullen went to him and tried to put pressure over the wound, but he knew it was too late.
The guy may have looked like a medieval warrior, but a hole in the heart would kill even him.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean for you to die.”
When the man laughed, causing him to cough violently, spitting up some blood, Cullen hadn’t expected him to say, “Good thing it will take more than a gun to kill me, trouble.”
Huh? Dude had to be out of his damn mind. Oh, wait. He was dying. Clearly he was in denial. Since it was technically Cullen’s fault, he really should try and be nice. But he didn’t have time.
“’K, but I need to get my family to safety. So…” Damn, he really sucked at this whole being nice thing. “Good luck,” he finally said.
Then he stood up to find his cousin and sister doing their best to shield Bryce from the bloody man. “Come on,” he told them. “We gotta get moving.”
He hated leaving the man who saved his life like that, but he was going to die no matter what Cullen did. It would just be another sin Cullen would need to
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Men fall in love, but never like this.
The job was to pick up and deliver an RV trailer up the East Coast, but there was a catch. Coming along for the ride home was Courtney Habberman—the most revered goddess ever to walk the halls of Holchester High School. It was ten years later, but she still turned me into a babbling pile of protein.
That all changed when we got stuck in Foggy Bend—a place that put us on an even level. A few days of immersion in a culture so dissimilar to our own brought out profound changes in us both. We learned what we could become if we put our faith in one another, but first, we had to learn that faith requires compromise.
The ride was more frightening than the one to Daphne’s apartment. I never thought a beat-up Subaru could do the things she made that one do, so I kept my head down and looked at the road through the hole in the floorboards.
Daphne made a hard turn into the small parking lot next to the footbridge and skidded into a spot. “I’ll get the microphone working,” she said, flinging her door open. “You lay on the charm. Let’s go.”
I followed her across the bridge and down the wooded path, not having any idea what to say. We weaved through the thickening afternoon crowd and made our way to the podium at the amphitheater.
“Ugh!” Daphne grunted, tugging on the locked cabinet beneath the stand. Fishing through her pocket, she pulled out a wire clip and squatted down. “Single tumbler Chinese junk,” she muttered while straightening the wire and sticking it in the slot. “They shoulda’ just used scotch tape.”
She pulled off the lock a moment later. Opening the cabinet, she handed me the microphone and ran the cord over to the back of the stage. Feedback shrieked when she plugged it in, turning a few heads. I winced and covered the microphone with one hand while adjusting the volume with the other. The speakers thumped when I tapped, drawing more attention from passersby.
“H-hello?” I fumbled. “Citizens of Caswell Creek and Foggy Bend, would you, uh…I could use some help.”
A few folks stopped to look on as I searched for words. “I’m looking for someone. I—I think she’s still here. It’s not an emergency or anything. Well, kind of, b-but don’t call the police or…or Martha…unless there’s an old law still on the books.”
Daphne cleared her throat to get my attention, then mimicked being choked. Drawing in a deep breath, I closed my eyes and squeezed the microphone as hard as I could. “Courtney,” I called out. “I need to talk to you. If you’re here, please come to the band shell so we can talk.”
“Hey!” Janet’s gruff voice bellowed from somewhere in the distance. “It’s lover boy from last night! He’s at the stage.”
I surveyed the grounds, watching the foot traffic move along. Most folks paid no heed, but a few people started showing up in front of me. They gathered by ones and twos at first, calling others to gather. Groups of three and more followed, forming a familiar semi-circle.
“He’s got Daphne with him this time,” an older fellow called out. “Sly devil.”
“N-no, she’s my…” I turned back and nodded to Daphne. “She’s my friend. She’s here for moral support.”
“Watcha’ need support for? You afraid of something?”
“I know,” Earle shouted as he waddled up. “He lost that cute gal he was with last night.” Taking off his cap, he gave a slight bow. “Hey, Daphne. You’re lookin’ sweet as always.”
“Thanks, Earle,” she acknowledged.
“So, what the heck happened?” the old gent queried through the thickening crowd. “You couldn’t perform?”
“No! I mean y-yes I could, but—”
“The idiot probably didn’t tell her he loves her,” Janet huffed, crossing her arms. “Ain’t that right, Sparky?”
“Betcha are. You ready to say it now?”
“Yes. I just hoped…I guess I’m hoping if she sees the crowd, she may come and talk.”
“Hope you’re not using these good folks to shame her,” the Wood Man scoffed. “If you’ve got somethin’ to say, just come out and say it.” He tipped his cowboy hat and nodded. “Hey, Miss Daphne.”
“Hey, Wood Man,” Daphne squeaked with a cute smile. “Don’t worry. He’s gonna say it.”
“So, say it!” the trash guy yelled from his cart behind the crowd.
Crushing pressure gripped my throat at the sight of people turning to disperse. My pulse pounded my eardrums at their disdainful complaints. “Courtney!” I bellowed. “I love you! I swear I do! I should have told you, but you’re so damn pretty I’m afraid of you. I loved you the day you caught me under Sarah’s hood. I guess I screwed up that wiring because—”
“Stick with the love stuff,” Missy complained. “You suck at mechanics. We’ve been through this.”
“Thanks, Missy,” I replied. “So, Courtney, I know you’re confused. I know your family hates me, but I don’t care. I think if…if we talked, we could get past that.”
“Touching.” Eric’s voice boomed as he split the crowd. “You’re the better man, Sari, but we both struck out. I’d give you a mulligan if I thought it’d help.”
“Keep yer hands off Sparky,” Janet warned. “Just tell him where he can find her.”
“Doesn’t anyone play golf around here?” I asked.
“How can you think about golf at a time like this?”
“Yeah,” the trash man added. “You should be looking for this Mulligan girl.”
“Never mind,” I said with a sigh. “Eric’s right. I blew it, and I wanted a do-over.”
“So, where is she?” the Wood Man asked.
Eric shook his head. “She made me promise not to tell.”
“Out with it, Eric,” Daphne demanded, hands on her hips.
“I took her over to Fallwood and left her at the shuttle connector.”
“Fallwood?” Earle piped up. “That’s a rinky-dink little operation. It’s just a shuttle service that catches the bus lines. They only run north every few hours…up to Hagerstown. When did you drop her off?”
Eric looked at his watch. “Forty-five minutes, give or take a few.”
“She’d be gone before I could get there,” I lamented, hanging my head.
“Quit bein’ such a sad-sack,” the trash guy scoffed. “I’ll drive ya to the bridge. Get in yer damn truck and go after her.”
The crowd made way as I ran to the cart and jumped in the passenger seat to shouts of approval. We weaved down the thoroughfare, beeping the horn and hollering. I held my seat as the cart bounced down the wooded path and up to the bridge.
“Better move,” the guy urged. “Fallwood’s right beside the highway. You gotta drive around Long Swamp and loop back around.”
“Wish me luck,” I hollered back while running across the bridge.
It had been a few years since I had run at full speed, and my legs let me know it. Chug-a-lugging my way along, I damn near ran into Rufus clearing brush from the roadside culvert. Once I gave him a quick explanation, he had me hop on his ATV and buzzed me the rest of the way to the hangar.
Digging in my pocket, I tugged out my keys, then jumped in the truck and tapped on Sally. Not knowing the terminal’s address, I typed 100 Mainstreet, Fallwood West VA to get me into town.
Turn right, Sally’s computer voice chimed through the cab. Drive twelve point five miles on Long Swamp Road, then turn left on Caswell Trail.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Rufus scowled through the open window. “Don’t do it.”
“You know I have to, Rufus.”
He sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I know.”
Dropping my truck in gear, I slung gravel around the right turn past the hedge. In another thousand feet, I rounded to the left and came to a halt, staring over the hood and squeezing the wheel tight. With a foghorn holler, I blew across the footbridge and through the parking lot, then down the dirt road toward Caswell Trail.
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He had surprised her with his questions. When she’d first met him at the portal, he looked like nothing but a cyborg with ice cubes in his head. He didn’t seem so cold now. There was a human behind that façade, one with an inquiring mind.
She studied the area looking for any signs the insurgents may have passed this way. The sand had given way to plants and greenery, and there was a large expanse of tall grasses, some of the stalks bent and broken. They made their way through, following the path that had been cut through the vegetation until finally, they came to a forest. The brush and trees were so thick it made it hard to see where the radicals may have entered.
“There is no sign of them. No tracks, broken branches… Nothing.” Ninety-one sounded frustrated. “The fact that it is dark isn’t helping. My vision is enhanced but it sure as hell isn’t x-ray. I can’t see through the trees.”
“Maybe that is a good thing.” She gave him a sidelong glance. The look on his face made her breath hitch and her skin prickle—hiseyes weren’t chips of ice, but molten blue fire. Nudity didn’t bother her, but the very idea that he could possibly see through her suit made her skin heat in a very intriguing way. Focus on the mission, girl. Hell, I don’t even like the man. “You take the right, and I’ll go left. Look for signs of broken or trampled foliage. We’ll meet back here.”
She ordered the bot to stay put.
She trudged through the grass, following the tree line, searching for any sign of their targets. She had gone quite a way but had no luck finding anything. She hurried back to find Ninety-one already waiting for her.
He motioned for her to follow him. “This way. I found evidence of them entering the forest further down.”
“Good. We need to make as much headway as we can before daylight.”
Ninety-one led her along the edge of the forest. When they reached their destination, she could see that the resistance group had left a clear path of disturbed foliage and broken branches. They followed it until they came to a vast, open veld of mainly dirt. There was little or no shrubbery and only a few small patches of grass.
“If we cross this, they’ll be able to spot us.” Ninety-one’s gaze was trained on the field.
Twenty-four studied the veld noting a definite path of bushes large enough to hide them. “Not necessarily. It’s still quite dark, andthere are shrubs here and there that will give us some cover. Unless they have cybernetic vision, they wouldn’t see us that easily. We’ll leave the bot here.”
She darted to the first bush, then turned to Ninety-one, motioning for him to follow, when he drew up beside her, the heat radiating from his body made her skin prickle and her pulse kick up a notch. What in the hell was wrong with her? Was she attracted to him? Surely not!
He peered around the bush and gestured to the ground that had been disturbed. “Why were the rebels this careless? A child could track them. A trained militia wouldn’t leave such an obvious trail.”
Twenty-four nodded. “Yes. I have a feeling it’s a ploy to throw off those in pursuit. It could possibly be a trap, but not for us. No one knows about the portal. They couldn’t know about our arrival.” She turned and pushed against his chest. “Back up.”
He inched backward. “What do you have in mind?”
“I think we should backtrack. No sense in us getting caught in their trap. As of now, we have the edge.”
“Then let’s do this. We will have better cover in the forest.” He gestured to the tree line.
She backtracked and hid among the trees where the bot was hidden, then turned to watch Ninety-one make one last leap into the cover of the trees beside her. After scanning the brush and branches a moment, she motioned for him to follow.
They walked in silence, making their way through the thick brush being careful to hide their tracks. Twenty-four thanked her lucky stars that the rust bucket of a bot had been lubricated. Its squeaky joints would have alerted any insurgents or guards of their location. They had gone quite a distance when the cracking of branches and footsteps echoed through the silence of the forest. They quickly hid behind the trunk of a huge tree, keeping the bot between them.
Twenty-four peered around the tree, her gaze locking on a group of soldiers emerging from behind a thicket of large bushes. Their boots crunched in the leaves while they moved down the path she and Ninety-one had just come, toward the veld.
“I think they’re the king’s soldiers.” She kept her voice low as to not alert the soldiers of their presence.
“Yes. They have the king’s insignia on their uniforms. They are headed straight for the trap,” he whispered.
She shook her head. With the noise the troop made trudging through the forest, they deserved to succumb to the trap. “They are on their own. Besides, we can’t reveal ourselves to warn them.”
They watched from behind their tree until the soldiers disappeared into the brush and trees. They waited until the forest was silent again. The only sounds Twenty-four could hear was the rustling of leaves in the wind.
“I can’t see or hear them anymore.” Even with her enhanced vision, it was difficult to see more than a few feet beyond the path. The thick canopy of branches and leaves kept the moon from illuminating the forest.
“We need to get moving.” Ninety-one placed his hand on her shoulder.
His touch felt like a jolt of lighting throughout her body. Every nerve in her body tingled. When his fingers slipped up her neck and teased her hair, she turned to look at him.
“I have never felt anything so soft.” His gaze locked on hers, his fingers still toying with the mauve strands near her cheek. “The colors are beautiful.”
Her breath hitched, and her heart pounded hard in her chest. The tingling sensation became an ache deep within. She wanted—no needed to touch him, too. She hesitantly reached out to trace her fingers along the hard lines of his jaw. Gunfire sounded in the distance causing her to yank her hand away.
She took a deep breath and rubbed her face with her hands. What in the hell was she thinking? She had a mission to complete. “We need to get the hell out of here.”
She moved forward, sure that Ninety-one and the bot would follow her. Shouts filled the silence, as well as the sound of hand to hand combat and the rapid burst of shots fired. The soldiers had to have fallen into the trap. The sounds of the battle faded as they moved deeper into the forest.
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This is a fun, silly quickie. Simple plot, Rezoth is a master demon who sends a lesser demon, Lemus, an incubus, to collect sexual energy from humans. Lemus is good at his job--his specialty is men, and he returns awash with energy. Rezoth offers Lemus a reward and is surprised when Lemus wants to make love to him.
The sex between them is a little over-the-top and tongue-in-cheek but an incubus is made for sex. There are explicit sexual descriptions that will get you hot. Quickly, Lemos is promoted to Rezoth’s personal body slave and collared. Lemos is happy as he doesn’t have to return to the human dimension, but stay and worship Rezoth. This doesn’t last long. One job of a master demon is to hear petitions from other demons. Rezoth doesn’t rule in Farol’s favor, and Farol, is stupid enough to kidnap Lemos. Rezoth follows Farol to the human dimension to save the man he loves. This is a quick read to waste an hour. Comedy wasn’t listed as a genre, but this story made me chuckle. The ending is definitely happy-ever-after…
Lemos is chained to Rezoth for an eternity in hell. Guess that means two demons discovered heaven in hell!
Fifty-five year old Emily finds a wolf on the side of the road and it leads to an unexpected twist in her life. The suddenly knowledge that shifters exist and that the man she current finds irresistible happens to be her mate.
I know what you’re thinking. Just another shifter tale. This one has a nice twist, the main characters are in their 50’s. I thought that is such a nice change of pace from the usual shifter story. Emily saved a wolf, she’s unwittingly brought into the world of the shifters. Tate has finally found his soul mate in Emily but now he has to tell her his big secret. Not only are shifters real but he is one. I really enjoyed this story! It’s a tale of second chance love with some sexy shifters. What rubbed me wrong was Emily taking an injured freaking wolf in the back of her car. Call the authorities. Call animal control. Call a rescue. Putting it in the back of her car just didn’t make sense. I know she’s a veterinarian but a wolf is not a dog. Anyway, that said, this is a great romance too. I liked Emily and Tate’s romance. They’re in their fifties and that gave the story a more authentic feel. I’d highly recommend giving A Wolf’s Tale a try!
Drake had Crohns disease, he has an usual job as a midwife and no love life to speak of. Caleb is a detective who doesn’t normally do relationships until he meets the complicated Drake.
A midwife. That’s an unusual profession to begin with but a male midwife is even stranger. I don’t know too many woman who would appreciate a male helping her give birth no matter what his sexual orientation is. I know, giving birth to my kids, I wouldn’t want a midwife but a well-trained doctor. Drake is also dealing with Crohns disease. I know someone who has that so I really felt for his issues. That’s a tough thing to deal with. Caleb is a little harder for me to like. He did a complete turn on his personality when it came to his attraction to Drake. The sexy detective usually enjoys an uncomplicated lover but with Drake he wants so much more. Their romance plays out, I like the emotion and growth that happens for both characters. Now, the sex. I know you’re really curious about how the sex. Well, here it is: smoking freaking hot!
I really enjoyed Digging Deep and I look forward to more stories in this series.
Nate discovers he’s trusted the wrong people and it’s going to cost him, dearly. His only choice is to survive long enough for Ranger to come to the rescue.
This is a pretty straight forward story. Nate trusts the wrong people. He’s experimented on and becomes pregnant. Yes, that’s right, it’s an mpreg book. If you follow my reviews you know I’m really not a fan of mpreg. However, this is on The TBR Pile’s must read list so I gave it a try. Nate, now knocked up, is sent to mars. Meanwhile the love of his life Ranger is trying desperately to find him. Other than the mpreg this is a good story. Romance and danger in a scifi setting really works well! Ranger and Nate are already a couple so there’s no romantic build up but they have really hot sex in several scenes. Then he … well he poops out a baby. I’m not sure how else to say that. The ending is a happy one for Nate and Ranger. This also leads to a light cliffhanger that suggests more books in this series.
Overall, Future Broken is a good read. I really enjoyed the romance and the world building.
Behold the portal.” Schultz gestured at the monstrosity with pride.
She almost snorted. My escape to freedom? That thing? It looks like an oversized ugly picture frame.
They led her to it, then Rob appeared with Belle on a leash. When the big cat saw her, she pulled free and bounded toward her. Thirty-three bent and kissed her on the nose. Belle was wearing her metal armor. Good. She hated the thought of anything happening to her sweet friend. The cladding would protect her most vulnerable body parts.
Schmidt touched her arm, and when she turned to face him, he handed her a small dagger while throwing a furtive glance at Schultz. “WLO wants indisputable proof that the terrorists have been terminated. We cannot allow a phaser, as their bodies would be disintegrated but I refuse to send you completely unarmed. Good luck, Susan.”
“Thank you, sir.” Susan gazed down at the knife. The hilt fit perfectly in her hand, the blade almost four inches long and the edge looked razor sharp. How incredibly magnanimous of you, asshole. It would have been much simpler to use a phaser.
She increased her chances of being caught by leaving a trail of bodies in her wake. She sure as hell wouldn’t order Belle to attack a human to make it look as though an animal mauled the terrorists. The tiger had never been fed raw meat. One taste of human flesh and blood could turn Belle into a killer. If that happened, the big cat would have to be put down. Fuck that.
“Are you ready?” Schultz drew close to her, making her feel crowded.
“Yes.” Susan tried to ignore his nearness and looked at the grey oval, which was now glowing.
In the center, a mass of what resembled mercury, swirled and flowed, then merged with colorful darts shooting across it. Rob had left, and Schmidt went to stand behind the glass partition in the computer room, leaving Schultz standing beside her. Schultz placed a hand on her arm, lightly caressing her. That feeling of nausea pooled in her belly. She could almost read his thoughts by the look on his face.
“Such a delectable body. It is a shame that you will no longer be with us.” He dropped his hand, an imperious smile on his face. “Take Belle and step into the portal.”
1. Hello! Tell us about yourself:
My name is Taryn Jameson and I write Fantasy/Sci-Fi romance with Gabriella Bradley.
2. Tell us about your new book?
Our latest book is in the Veiled Eliminators Series, titled Contumacy. Turn about is fair play when death is the hand you have been dealt.
Thirty-three has no past—at least none that she can remember. Raised by the Institute from infancy she has been through hell and back due to a training incident that took her limbs and almost killed her.
Paired with her cybernetic tiger, Belle, Thirty-three is selected to eliminate the terrorist, Dominic Durant, and his men, and regain control of the refueling station on the planet Zahiria. Things go awry when instead of following orders meekly, she retaliates against the one man she hates most.
3. Who’s your favorite character and why?
Do I have to choose just one? I like all our characters all the way down to our evil doctors that run the Institute.
4. Tell us about that title?
Contumacy means disobedience, resistance to authority, and refusal to obey. Thirty-three fights her own resistance against the Institute before she leaves on her first mission.
4. Where did you come up with the idea for this book?
On April 19th 2018, I lost my 18-year-old son, JT to suicide. When my mind had dived in dark places, my co-writer Gabby pulled me from the mire. During those first two months, The Veiled Eliminators was born. It was our long talks on the phone that had kept my brain in some kind of normalcy, and I will always be thankful for that. Contumacy is book 6 in the series.
6. What’s the first book you’ve written?
In Search of Pride – Crimson Realm Chronicles Book 1 was published Sept. 1st 2017. Since that time Gabby and I have released 15 titles and many more on the go.
8. Do you have an unusual writing quirks?
We love to use unusual names so I constantly end up misspelling them.
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