๐•€๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•š๐•–๐•จ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•Š ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž @๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค๐•“๐• ๐• ๐•œ

  1. Whoโ€™s behind the keyboard? Tell us a little about yourself.

-Hello, My name is Stephanie or better known as S. I am 27 years old. I have been a bookstagrammer on IG @butthisbook since September 1, 2014 and I’ve been a book blogger since March of 2015. Reading has been a huge part of my life, since 2012. The one series that got me hooked on reading was none other than Fifty Shades of Grey. I was never a bibliophile while growing up and I honestly never would have thought I would ever become one. That is, until my curious little heart kept seeing this series all over the place. I decided to stop by target one day and buy the first book in the series. And well, the rest is history. I’m now a proud Bibliophile and can’t picture my life any other way.

  • Which book made you decide that you wanted to blog about books?

Sooo, in this case, there wasn’t a book that made me decide to start blogging rather than two girls that I friended in this community. Courtney and Kristen are no longer book bloggers, but they’re the reason I began blogging in the first place. They both invited me to be a part of 3 Fictional Hearts Book Blog. It’s because of them where I made such wonderful friends in this community. I do remember the very first book I blogged about though, and that book was Unravel by Calia Read.

  • Do you have a personal TBR (list apart from review requests)? If yes, what book are you most excited to read this year?

I do have a personal TBR list. AS of right now, my most anticipated reads for the rest of 2018 are.

  • What If It’s Us by Becky Albertalli and Adam Silvera
  • Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass Series) final book by Sarah J. Maas
  • Tangled Like Us by Krista and Becca Ritchie
  • When blogging, what are your โ€œmust havesโ€ (food, music, junk, naked men)?

-Snack (chips or candy), and Music or Netflix playing in the background.

  • What is the hardest thing you had to say about a book?

I think the hardest thing I had to say about a book was when I was trying to express my deepest love and respect for a certain story. Atheists Who Kneel and Pray by Tarryn Fisher was a hard one to review only because I shared something deeply personal about myself.

  • What is the one thing you wish authors knew/understood about blogging?

– Hmm I think it would be that blogging takes a lot of time and effort. Time that some people may not have but they try regardless to find the time to blog. Also, please don’t ignore the little blogs out there. I see a lot of smaller blogs get pushed aside because they don’t have a huge following. Smaller blogs/bookstagrammers work just as hard and are as devoted as bigger bloggers. ๐Ÿ™‚

  • What is your all-time favorite book?

OMG!!!!! This is the hardest question everrrrrr!!!! I won’t be able to pick just one, but I’ll narrow it down to 3 of my all-time favorite books.

  • The Opportunist by Tarryn Fisher
  • The Man I love by Suanne Laqueur
  • Dusty Innocents/Delinquents by Mary Elizabeth
  • Who is your go to author when you are stuck in a book funk?

-HMMM… Ruby Dixon!!! Her books always get me out of book funks.

  • Your favorite genre? Why?

Romance. I’m a hopeless romantic!!!

Letโ€™s get to know you a little more:

  • What are your top 3 Movies (adaptations of books or other)?
  • My Best Friend’s Wedding
  • Mona Lisa Smile
  • Interstellar
  • What are your top 3 TV Series (adaptations of books or other)?
  • Shameless
  • The Office
  • Greys Anatomy
  • If you had 10 seconds before your house went up in flames, what is the first thing youโ€™d grab?
  • Gahhhhhh!!!!! My phone most likely.
  • Name one item on your bucket list?
  • Sky Diving
  • Favorite song that youโ€™re jamminโ€™ to right now.
  • Sangria Wine’ by Pharrell Williams & Camila Cabello
  • A book you secretly wish can be a movie/tv series and who would play the main leads?
  • Mud Vein by Tarryn Fisher
  • If you had to give an aspiring blogger advice, what would it be?
  • It’s not all about how many likes you get on posts and it’s okay to say no to ARC requests. It’s no fun when you’re drowning in a pile of arcs and not be able to read what you want to read when you want to read it.

Letโ€™s get to know you a little more:

  1. What are your top 3 Movies (adaptations of books or other)?

My Best Friend’s Wedding

Mona Lisa Smile

Interstellar

  • What are your top 3 TV Series (adaptations of books or other)?

Shameless

The Office

Greys Anatomy

  • If you had 10 seconds before your house went up in flames, what is the first thing youโ€™d grab?

Gahhhhhh!!!!! My phone most likely.

  • Name one item on your bucket list?

Sky Diving

  • Favorite song that youโ€™re jamminโ€™ to right now.

‘Sangria Wine’ by Pharrell Williams & Camila Cabello

  • A book you secretly wish can be a movie/tv series and who would play the main leads?

Mud Vein by Tarryn Fisher

  • If you had to give an aspiring blogger advice, what would it be?

It’s not all about how many likes you get on posts and it’s okay to say no to ARC requests. It’s no fun when you’re drowning in a pile of arcs and not be able to read what you want to read when you want to read it.

Final task:

Review yourself in twenty words.

  • Hmmm… gahhhhhh!!!! Idk. LOL

โ„‚๐•™๐•–๐•”๐•œ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•Š ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•๐• ๐•˜๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ค ๐•“๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•– ๐•Š๐• ๐•”๐•š๐•’๐• ๐•„๐•–๐••๐•š๐•’ ๐•ƒ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ๐•ค

Email – butthisbook@yahoo.com

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Goodreads –  https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/21914278-butthisbook

Website – https://fictionalheart.wordpress.com/

๐•€๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•š๐•–๐•จ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐”น๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž โ„๐•–๐•ง๐•š๐•–๐•จ๐•ค ๐•“๐•ช ๐”น๐•–๐•–

๐™’๐™๐™คโ€™๐™จ ๐™—๐™š๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ ๐™š๐™ฎ๐™—๐™ค๐™–๐™ง๐™™? ๐™๐™š๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ช๐™จ ๐™– ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™š ๐™–๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™จ๐™š๐™ก๐™›.

I’m Brit (Gosik) Lane. I’m twenty five and I’m a proud aunt of 3 little boys. who have just stolen my heart since they were born. I’m a country girl from Northwestern Ohio. I bleed scarlet red and grey. When I’m not blogging or talking about books I work about 45 hours – 6 days a week or writing stories. and will be publishing my first novel soon. So I’m very excited for that

๐™’๐™๐™ž๐™˜๐™ ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™ข๐™–๐™™๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™™๐™š๐™˜๐™ž๐™™๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™ก๐™ค๐™œ ๐™–๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™ ๐™จ?

Fifty Shades of Grey by EL James. I know this is a book that everyone says but to me it is the book that got me into reading, it got me out of a bad funk after an abusive relationship. All I wanted to do was crawl in a hole but than I saw all three books on the Walmart shelf one day in June 2012 and decided to pick them up. And I read all three books in two days.

๐˜ฟ๐™ค ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™– ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ก ๐™๐˜ฝ๐™ (๐™ก๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™ง๐™š๐™ซ๐™ž๐™š๐™ฌ ๐™ง๐™š๐™ฆ๐™ช๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™จ)? ๐™„๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™š๐™จ, ๐™ฌ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ข๐™ค๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™š๐™ญ๐™˜๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™š๐™–๐™ง?

 Yes, I do. its ever growing. and at one point I decided to look up how long it would take me to read all 6,567 books on my TBR. and the site told me it would take me 95 years.. yes.. you read that right 95 years. so i would die before finishing it (lol). and i’m very excited to read Blood Match by K.A Linde, she got me hooked on vampires.

๐™’๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก-๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™š ๐™›๐™–๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™ ?

This answer is easy for me and it’s Unravel by Calia Read her Surviving Trace novel comes a close second. but Calia Read writes novels that just consume your soul.

๐™’๐™๐™ค ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™œ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™–๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ฌ๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™˜๐™  ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™– ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™›๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ ?

This is yet another easy one for me and it’s Natalie Bennett. She is my dark soul twin (lol).

๐™”๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™›๐™–๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š ๐™œ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ง๐™š? ๐™’๐™๐™ฎ?

my favorite is DARK ROMANCE <3. I do have to admit I do have a dark soul deep down. I’ve always been obsessed with serial killers and always been drawn to blood and weird stuff. So it just makes sense I love Dark Romance. I’ve read a lot of dark romance in my time since started reading them that they are no longer ‘dark enough’ so I wrote my own called Devil’s Play.

๐•ƒ๐•–๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’ ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–:

  • What are your top 3 Movies (adaptations of books or other)?

Gone with the Wind, China Seas, The Wizard of Oz. I am obsessed with movies from the 1930s. I’m a big fan of Clark Gable and Jean Harlow.

  • What are your top 3 TV Series (adaptations of books or other)?

Supernatural, Lucifer and The Handmaid’s tale. But I do love my tv. I find it odd that I love Paranormal television more than reading about it (lol)

  • Name one item on your bucket list?

I have 102 things on my bucket list. this is maybe the hardest question. But I would love to just randomly take a road trip around the United States. Or move to Memphis Tennessee That’s been on my bucket list the longest.

  • Favorite song that youโ€™re jamminโ€™ to right now.

Well I am a country girl so I would say “Bury Me In Dixie by Riley Green’ I find him and his voice so attractive.

  • A book you secretly wish can be a movie/tv series and who would play the main leads?

The Edge of Never by J.A. Redmerski and I would choose Brant Daugherty and Sabrina Carpenter

Final task:

Review yourself in twenty words.

 A Ohioan country girl who is a night owl with an old soul who loves to day dream 

โ„‚๐•™๐•–๐•”๐•œ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐”น๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค โ„๐•–๐•ง๐•š๐•–๐•จ๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐”น๐•๐• ๐•˜๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ค ๐•“๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐• ๐•๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•Š๐• ๐•”๐•š๐•’๐• ๐•„๐•–๐••๐•š๐•’ ๐•ƒ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ๐•ค:

Email: b54forever@yahoo.com

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๐•€๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•š๐•–๐•จ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐”ผ๐•๐•๐•’ ๐”น๐•š๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•™๐•š ๐• ๐•— ๐”น๐•š๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•™๐•š ๐”น๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•ค

๐™’๐™๐™คโ€™๐™จ ๐™—๐™š๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ ๐™š๐™ฎ๐™—๐™ค๐™–๐™ง๐™™? ๐™๐™š๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ช๐™จ ๐™– ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™š ๐™–๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™จ๐™š๐™ก๐™›.

My name is Ella Bianchi and I currently reside in the great state of Illinois. I live with my parents, older brother, Guinea Pig Hazel, and Betta Fish Skylar (Skylar honestly might not be the original name I gave him, but if it wasnโ€™t, Skylar is his name now, only because I forgot was his original name was and because I said so). Aside from reading and blogging, of course, I love to write and I also love theatre, as well. Music and weather are two huge things that interest me.

๐™’๐™๐™ž๐™˜๐™ ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™ข๐™–๐™™๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™™๐™š๐™˜๐™ž๐™™๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™ก๐™ค๐™œ ๐™–๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™ ๐™จ?

Adultolescence by Gabbie Hanna

๐˜ฟ๐™ค ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™– ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ก ๐™๐˜ฝ๐™ (๐™ก๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™ง๐™š๐™ซ๐™ž๐™š๐™ฌ ๐™ง๐™š๐™ฆ๐™ช๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™จ)? ๐™„๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™š๐™จ, ๐™ฌ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ข๐™ค๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™š๐™ญ๐™˜๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™š๐™–๐™ง?

One I am very excited to read is If They Come For Us by Fatimah Asghar, which I actually won a print copy of in a Goodreads Giveaway, so Iโ€™ll be able to read it before the release date.

๐™’๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™—๐™ก๐™ค๐™œ๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ, ๐™ฌ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง โ€œ๐™ข๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š๐™จโ€ (๐™›๐™ค๐™ค๐™™, ๐™ข๐™ช๐™จ๐™ž๐™˜, ๐™Ÿ๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ , ๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ข๐™š๐™ฃ)?

My must haves when Iโ€™m blogging are music, because I literally canโ€™t do anything without music in the background or me humming, or singing, a song, along with a bag of chips, because I have a probably unhealthy obsession with Ruffles Cheddar and Sour Cream potato chips.

๐™’๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™๐™–๐™ง๐™™๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™๐™–๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™จ๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™–๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™– ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™ ?

I donโ€™t have an answer for this one. Since every review I write is 100% honest, Iโ€™m not scared to write anything. Not every book is for everyone, my friends.

๐™’๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ ๐™–๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™๐™ค๐™ง๐™จ ๐™ ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฌ/๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ค๐™™ ๐™–๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™ก๐™ค๐™œ๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ?

Being a blogger is a difficult thing to do as it is hard to maintain a blog. That being said, I donโ€™t like when authors go around asking bloggers to promote their works. I know that they have to do it, but I like it better when an author puts out an offer for promotion and bloggers ask to be apart of it.

๐™’๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก-๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™š ๐™›๐™–๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™ ?

As weird as this is, I seriously love the book Gray by Pete Wentz. And yes, that is the same Pete Wentz that is the lead singer of the band Fall Out Boy.  

๐™’๐™๐™ค ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™œ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™–๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ฌ๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™˜๐™  ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™– ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™›๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ ?

Ellen Hopkins. Even though I give her books relatively low ratings, I seriously love her books.

๐™”๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™›๐™–๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š ๐™œ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ง๐™š? ๐™’๐™๐™ฎ?

My favorite genre is anything that has to do with topics such as mental health, suicide, etc. as it is something that interests me and that I have always found fascinating to read about.

๐•ƒ๐•–๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’ ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–:

What are your top 3 Movies (adaptations of books or other)?

The High School Musical Trilogy (count that as one, even though it’s technically three), A Christmas Story, and The Cat in the Hat. God, my choices could not have gotten more random than that.

  • What are your top 3 TV Series (adaptations of books or other)?

iCarly, Boy Meets World, and Hannah Montana.

  • If you had 10 seconds before your house went up in flames, what is the first thing youโ€™d grab?

The photo I have of meet and greet picture with Sabrina Carpenter at Show of the Summer last year since that day made me the happiest person.

  • Name one item on your bucket list?

To go to Hawaii.

  • Favorite song that youโ€™re jamminโ€™ to right now.

Say Amen (Saturday Night) by Panic! At The Disco. Theyโ€™re one of my favorite bands and Say Amen (Saturday Night) is one of my favorite songs by them, hands down.

  • A book you secretly wish can be a movie/tv series and who would play the main leads?

I seriously have NO answer for this one whatsoever. I have NO idea what books would be a good movie or tv adaptation and I have NO idea who would play the main roles since I watch virtually NO tv shows or movies.

  • If you had to give an aspiring blogger advice, what would it be?

Promote your blog on your Goodreads, Twitter, etc., sign up to be a host for a blog tour, do giveaways, anything to get your blog out there!

Final task:

Review yourself in twenty words.

Iโ€™m not the best, but I like to think I am kind and a hard-worker, not to mention funny.

โ„‚๐•™๐•–๐•”๐•œ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐”ผ๐•๐•๐•’โ€™๐•ค โ„๐•–๐•ง๐•š๐•–๐•จ๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐”น๐•๐• ๐•˜๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ค ๐•“๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐• ๐•๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•Š๐• ๐•”๐•š๐•’๐• ๐•„๐•–๐••๐•š๐•’ ๐•ƒ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ๐•ค:

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๐•€๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•š๐•–๐•จ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐”ผ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•œ๐•’ โ„™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•—๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐”น๐• ๐• ๐•œ โ„๐•’๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐”น๐• ๐• ๐•œ ๐”น๐•๐• ๐•˜

I met Erika when I approached her to review my book, The Wreck of our Hearts. Learn more about Erika, and be sure to follow her on the Social Media Links provided after the interview.

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๐™’๐™๐™คโ€™๐™จ ๐™—๐™š๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ ๐™š๐™ฎ๐™—๐™ค๐™–๐™ง๐™™? ๐™๐™š๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ช๐™จ ๐™– ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™š ๐™–๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™จ๐™š๐™ก๐™›.

My name is Erika (Budd) Panfile. Iโ€™m a wife of 15 years with two littles: girl is 11 and boy is 5. I have a blue tick coonhound to round out the circus. I work full time as a Benefits Analyst and began blogging about 2 years ago after reviewing as a reader for about 6 months prior to that. I also have my little reviewing Army behind me that keep me sane and support our blog so much. Nicole, Christina, Carolyn, Belinda, and Stina are rockstars!!

๐™’๐™๐™ž๐™˜๐™ ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™ข๐™–๐™™๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™™๐™š๐™˜๐™ž๐™™๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™ก๐™ค๐™œ ๐™–๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™ ๐™จ?

Actually, the blog was started by the owner, Amanda, and I was reviewing for her at the time when she asked if I wanted to run it for her, the rest is history. She has been amazing at letting me do whatever I want, even if I have no clue what Iโ€™m doing. Although, one of my very first reviews was for Jordan Marieโ€™s Devilโ€™s Blaze MC Series, and Iโ€™m still telling people they need to read that one.

๐˜ฟ๐™ค ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™– ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ก ๐™๐˜ฝ๐™ (๐™ก๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™ง๐™š๐™ซ๐™ž๐™š๐™ฌ ๐™ง๐™š๐™ฆ๐™ช๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™จ)? ๐™„๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™š๐™จ, ๐™ฌ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ข๐™ค๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™š๐™ญ๐™˜๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™š๐™–๐™ง?

Of course!! I try to read a mix of PR sign ups, direct review requests, ARCโ€™s from my Authors, and a few that I one-click throughout the month. Of course thereโ€™s always the โ€œHere read thisโ€ pile from my amazing Blogger and Reader friends. I donโ€™t remember off hand when it comes out, but Iโ€™m salivating for when Flip Trick by Amo Jones comes out!!

๐™’๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™—๐™ก๐™ค๐™œ๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ, ๐™ฌ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง โ€œ๐™ข๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š๐™จโ€ (๐™›๐™ค๐™ค๐™™, ๐™ข๐™ช๐™จ๐™ž๐™˜, ๐™Ÿ๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ , ๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ข๐™š๐™ฃ)?

I blog in spurts, so in the morning there needs to be coffee so I can see straight, and it really depends on the day. Thereโ€™s something different happening on the blog each day. Having two kids and a full time job, itโ€™s hard to find balance and original content, but I try to share what I want to read and have already read and loved, along with what my reviewers are reading as well.

๐™’๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™๐™–๐™ง๐™™๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™๐™–๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™จ๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™–๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™– ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™ ?

I always find it difficult to review a new Author (either brand spanking new or new to me) because I donโ€™t want them to be discouraged if the story didnโ€™t blow me away. It rarely happens that I donโ€™t like something, but when it does, I try to be as helpful and kind as I can be.

๐™’๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ ๐™–๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™๐™ค๐™ง๐™จ ๐™ ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฌ/๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ค๐™™ ๐™–๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™ก๐™ค๐™œ๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ?

I guess the biggest thing for me is the time and the energy that goes into running a blog our size, a group, reviewing, and just keeping up. Maybe not necessarily the Authors, but random share requests being sent from all directions can sometimes feel overwhelming to us. Iโ€™m a big fan of encouraging emailed review requests, putting share requests in our daily pimp posts, requesting takeovers in the group via email, anything that makes it easier. Itโ€™s just me thatโ€™s answering them, so it can be a bit much.

๐™’๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก-๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™š ๐™›๐™–๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™ ?

That has to be the hardest question on the planet, but weโ€™ll go with my favorite since 5th grade. I have read Stephen Kingโ€™s IT pretty much every summer since I was 11 and never get tired of it.

๐™’๐™๐™ค ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™œ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™–๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ฌ๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™˜๐™  ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™– ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™›๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ ?

I have a few, actually too many Authors that maybe I spread myself thin at times. Honestly? The amount of talent in the indie world is astounding, just saying. You can never go wrong with L.J. Shen, Amo Jones, Jordan Marie, Ashley Jade, and I could rattle you off a ton of amazing Authors that Iโ€™ve enjoyed since Iโ€™ve started. I love when people talk books with me!!

๐™”๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™›๐™–๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š ๐™œ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ง๐™š? ๐™’๐™๐™ฎ?

Iโ€™m a sucker for Mafia Romance, it has always been one of my favorites, but Iโ€™m convinced I will pretty much read most genres. Thereโ€™s just something about Mafiaโ€ฆ a bad-boy with power brought to his knees for the woman he loves that gets meโ€ฆ.

๐•ƒ๐•–๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’ ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–:

  • What are your top 3 Movies (adaptations of books or other)?
  • The Breakfast Club
  • Halloween-Rob Zombie Version
  • Friday
  • What are your top 3 TV Series (adaptations of books or other)?
  • Riverdale
  • 13 Reasons Why
  • Blue Bloods
  • If you had 10 seconds before your house went up in flames, what is the first thing youโ€™d grab?

After my family, I would grab my Momโ€™s jewelry box with all her jewelry to be handed down to my daughter. Now that sheโ€™s gone, itโ€™s become so important to have that to pass along.

  • Name one item on your bucket list?

A kid-less vacation to a tropical place with the hubsโ€ฆso ready for that.

  • Favorite song that youโ€™re jamminโ€™ to right now.

I have โ€œMy Everythingโ€ by Kane Brown as my ringtone right now

  • A book you secretly wish can be a movie/tv series and who would play the main leads?

I just read Melissa Toppenโ€™s Tequila Duet and told her in no uncertain terms that it needed to become a movie STAT. The 1st book just released and the second comes out in the next few weeks and it was phenomenal!! The main leads, if it was a movie, would be Theo James as Hudson and Olivia Holt as Lennon. It needs to happen, lol. A must read duet by the way. (HINT)

  • If you had to give an aspiring blogger advice, what would it be?

Be kind, but donโ€™t be afraid to say no. Watch out for burn out. Keep it fun, and do what you can. Let your love for books shine through.

Final task:

Review yourself in twenty words.

Overly tired hot-mess Mom who wants to read every book on the planet in her pajamas while drinking coffee.

โ„‚๐•™๐•–๐•”๐•œ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐”ผ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•œ๐•’โ€™๐•ค โ„๐•–๐•ง๐•š๐•–๐•จ๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐”น๐•๐• ๐•˜๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ค ๐•“๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐• ๐•๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•Š๐• ๐•”๐•š๐•’๐• ๐•„๐•–๐••๐•š๐•’ ๐•ƒ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ๐•ค:

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A MAN SCORNED – CHAPTER ONE

The groom tried to dip the bride, they held the pose for exactly ten seconds in which I managed to get two shots, before they tripped and fell to the sand in a fit of laughter. I rolled my eyes and continued snapping images as they continued to do their own thing. It made for genuine photographs for their album, after all, that was what I was hired to do.

Mackenna fucking Kane became a photographer for hire. I pushed my long dark hair behind my ears as I bent low and tried to get an image of the couple under the blaze of the sun. The wedding was something out of a bad romance movie complete with flower archways and draped chairs.

I never understood why people chose beaches for weddings. All that sand in the eyes, food and of course, the saltwater in the hair. It seemed to escape me completely. Couples in love. They sickened me. Sure, at one stage I was in love too. In fact, Iโ€™m supposed to still be in love.

I glanced at Elisa as she ran along the water and splashed around with the children that attended the wedding. Hennessey had some church service today and I was on Elisa duty. I decided that taking her with me to the wedding would keep her occupied enough.

Things between Hennessey and me changed a lot over the last couple of years. As Elisa got older, I found that Hennessey was more invested in the child than she was in whatever we were supposed to be. The worst part was that our past seemed to come up a lot. Even though I had given everything up for her two years ago.

I sat at my computer and watched as Elias had his head bowed. There was something in his hand. I couldnโ€™t zoom in, but it seemed like a photograph. He spent ninety percent of his time staring at it. He never engaged with the nurses that came in to hand him food or medication. He never screamed that he needed to be let out. He never moved unless it was from the bed to the bathroom or the common room.

His dark hair stood up on all ends and was much longer now that he did not bother to keep it neat. His beard looked as if he hadnโ€™t seen civilization for years, which technically, he didnโ€™t. the nursing staff tried to neaten him up, but where afraid to be anywhere near him with anything sharp.

โ€œWhat the hell are you doing?โ€ Hennessey snapped from behind me.

I sighed and turned around. โ€œI was just checking in.โ€

โ€œThe fuck, Mackenna?โ€ she seethed. Her green eyes were angry, and her plump lips were pulled back over her teeth. She was mad.

โ€œWhat is your problem?โ€ I shouted.

โ€œHe is!โ€ she pointed at the screen which only showed me Eliasโ€™s back. โ€œYou have held a torch for him since the moment the two of you met!โ€

โ€œAre you kidding me right now?โ€ I seethed. โ€œHe is in a freaking nut house, what more do you want?โ€

โ€œGet rid of him!โ€ she shrieked. It was earsplitting and painfilled.

โ€œHeโ€™s not even part of our lives, Hennessey, why are you over-fucking-reacting?โ€

โ€œBecause he is!โ€ she whispered. Her eyes filled with tears and the lips that were twisted in a snarl now trembled. โ€œBecause late at night, I know you see him in your dreams. Because you spend hours in this fucking den just watching him. Because if I was not around, youโ€™d be with him.โ€

I breathed in deeply and closed my eyes against her onslaught. โ€œI am in love with you. I chose you. The person Iโ€™m having a happily-ever-after with is you.โ€

โ€œSo, get rid of him.โ€

Her pain and fear was etched in her every pore. She wanted Elias out of my life in every possible way. I walked towards her and placed a chaste kiss on her lips, before grabbing Elisaโ€™s mini baseball bat from the corner of the room.

I looked at my computers, my programmers and my cellphonesโ€ฆ I closed my eyes and swung until every single device was shattered into tiny pieces. I expelled Elias from my life as well as everything and everyone from New York.

Hennessey wanted someone that was one hundred percent hers, this was as far as I could go.

I blinked away the memory of that day and sighed. The couple came over to thank me and after a few pleasantries, I packed away my stuff and beckoned Elisa over. Her dark hair curled into a frizzy mess and her big blue eyes were wide with happiness. She inherited her fatherโ€™s dark hair and her motherโ€™s blue eyes. It was because of those two features that people believed she was actually my daughter. Her brows, her lips and her mannerisms were all like her father. It was the reason I hadnโ€™t strangled her in her sleep as I wanted to many times over the last three years.

She was a reserved kid that only spoke when she was spoken to. For a three-year-old, she understood and spoked clearly. That was probably my fault considering every time she started babbling like a baby, I glared at her until she spoke articulately. Elisa was terrified of me, something Hennessey reprimanded me for on numerous occasions. Of course, I reminded her that the only reason I tolerated the child was because of her.

โ€œTime to go,โ€ I said.

She nodded slowly and straightened her t-shirt and shorts from their disarray. I turned on my heel and waited till she walked in front of me. I would not touch the child, but I wouldnโ€™t have her trialing behind me for anyone to just snatch her. I didnโ€™t want a vengeful Hennessey on my hands. That didnโ€™t work out well for anyone involved.

The walk to the villa was a short one. In fact, everything was within walking distance from us, and if we needed anything we usually took a boat to neighboring islands. The heat was ridiculous and my head ached with a need for something strong and ice-cold to go down my throat.

The door was wide opened when we got there. I chalked it up to Hennessey feeling hot. When I got inside, the scene before me told me a different story. Elisa stepped backwards, and for the first time she stood behind me. I was too stunned to remove her hands that clutched the material of my clothes.

The villa was trashed. Vases lay shattered with water and drenched flowers on the floor. Photo frames that Hennessey hung around the place were all shattered with the photographs ripped apart. The glass coffee table was broken and drops of blood made my body suddenly cold.

โ€œHennessey?โ€ I called knowing it was futile.

She was gone. No. She was taken.

I knew this because only one vase remained intact and it stood in the middle of the dinning table filled with white roses tipped with what I was sure was Hennesseyโ€™s blood. On the vase, an envelope was taped to it.

I stepped forward with Elisa trailing behind me. Her hands shook. She was scared. I couldnโ€™t comfort her. Not when my body vibrated with rage. I plucked the envelope from its resting place. Inside were two tickets to New York and a note.

Letโ€™s play a game, my love. Heads, Iโ€™m yours. Tails, youโ€™re mine.

It didnโ€™t take a genius to figure out who this was. I slid out my phone from my back pocket and dialed a number I hadnโ€™t reached out to in two years. It rang and rang until the voicemail picked up. That was worse, if Douglas wasnโ€™t picking up my call, something was definitely wrong.

I grabbed the tickets and looked down at Elisa.

โ€œGo and pack a bag,โ€ I said through clenched teeth.

โ€œAre we going to mommy?โ€ she asked in a small voice.

โ€œYeah,โ€ I answered. โ€œWeโ€™re going to get your mom back.โ€

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โ˜…ๅฝก ๐€ ๐Œ๐€๐ ๐’๐‚๐Ž๐‘๐๐„๐ƒๅฝกโ˜…

๐™’๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง ๐™—๐™š๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฅ๐™ง๐™š๐™ฎ.

She stood at the threshold of a house that had become her home, and before her, everything lay shattered.

She thought she was ahead of the game, I mean, the psychotic woman who would do anything for the one she loved was bound to winโ€ฆ right?

Who did she love?

Was it me?

Was it her?

I didnโ€™t care any longer.

In the game of cat and mouse, Mackenna Sterling thought she had won. She thought she had defeated me in her war against all odds.

I was the type of odd she didnโ€™t see coming.

I was the collateral damage that raged an inferno in her life, after all, I learned from the best.

The tables are about to turn, my love.

Iโ€™m coming for you.

๐˜Ž๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/49122701-ttw-2

๐˜™๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ: 26 ๐˜‘๐˜œ๐˜•๐˜Œ 2020

THE THIRD WHEEL – CHAPTER ONE

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Loveย is a dangerous word.ย 

As much as it has ended battles, it has started wars.ย 

As much as it has healed pain, it has caused agony.ย 

As much as it has ended hate, it has created loathing.ย 

I fell in love. A kind of love that I would live and die for. A kind of love that I would forsake who I was to obtain it. I was one of the believers until I wasnโ€™t anymore.ย 

I trusted too easily, I fell too quickly, and I lovedโ€ฆ oh, I loved too deeply.ย 
However, there was one thing I was excellent atโ€ฆ

Revenge.

Was I insane? Sure. Borderline psychopathic, when I didnโ€™t take my meds.ย 

But it was okayโ€ฆ

Theyย liked me that way.ย 

I smiled as I watched them hand in hand wondering what was going to happen next.ย 

They think itโ€™s over.ย 

I laughed.

They think there’s a sense of remorse within me.

I laughed harder.ย 

Game on.

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Youโ€™ve got my attention

The club pulsed with a beat that vibrated through my jumpsuit clad body. I regretted my decision to wear it that night. It was velvet and clung to my impressive curves in a suffocating manner. I lifted my long, dark tresses off my neck and held it up in a knot against the back of my head. My best friend Naomi was way passed drunk and had her ass plastered to the crotch of some nameless dude.

That was what our Friday nights were like. Trolling. We were from the elite side of Manhattan. We were the Breakfast at Tiffanyโ€™s, lunch at the golf estate and partying with cocaine at the Mastersโ€™ mansion types. I was a clichรฉ. I was good with that, too. It was necessary to my cause.

Being the Sterling heiress came with certain responsibilities, like entertaining the elite and showing up when they invited you out for drinks. Drinks which ended up in one-night stands and hoping none of your indiscretions landed on Page 6.

There was someone else with an agenda that night. There was someone else who wanted to be part of the elite, he had different reasons. However, he did not realize that his agenda was going to bring him right to me. Our lives changed that night. We were both playing a game that night. We were both trying to be seen by the other on purpose. And see him, I did.

Elias Porter commanded the room. He was tall, broad and tan. His black suit and shirt looked poured onto his large body. That sinful smirk that twisted his perfectly plump lips had my own lips parting. His hair was thick and messy, a dimple in each cheek and the best part? His eyes. Those fucking eyes I would never forget, no matter what.

Those dark eyes were on me. His one hand was curled around a glass while the other was in his pocket. He sucked in his bottom lip as he took me in. I almost swayed toward his hypnotic pull. Like he was the charmer, and I was the snake. I was a snake. A snake with the type of poison that would creep through his mind, heart and blood like a vine. A snake whose bite had no cure.

He was not aware that I already knew who he was. In fact, I was pretty sure he believed that tonight was the first night we would meet. I smiled slowly and raised a brow at him. His lips parted and as soon as I held his focus, I turned my back on him.

โ€œGirrrrl, you need to be on the dancefloor, right now!โ€ Naomi slurred. Her dark brown skin had a sheen of sweat while her sequined dressed stuck to her sinful body.

โ€œIโ€™m not drunk enough,โ€ I chuckled, removing my Vape Pen from my purse and inhaling the cotton-candy flavored smoke. โ€œIโ€™ll be there in a bit.โ€

She shrugged her shoulders and disappeared into the crowd. Naomi and I were friends out of necessity. She had connections that I needed without having to use my name and she needed my name to make other connections. I watched her latch onto the same guy again. It was quite poetic how she gravitated to the same man. The man that would be my in with Elias.

The club we were in was owned by the Mastersโ€™; Grant had inherited a trust fund on his twenty-sixth birthday, and this was what he decided to do with it. It wasnโ€™t all that bad considering the things he had going on in the basement of the club. Of course, he was a devious motherfucker. It ran in his family blood. They were shrewd, cunning and a little tilted.

Speaking of Grant, he appeared at my side just as I was about to head out.

โ€œMackenna,โ€ he greeted.

Grant was dark-haired, blue-eyed and a gorgeous piece of rugged handsomeness. If that was what you were into. His knowing gaze traced my features. He knew my games, and he played them well with me. He was dressed in a t-shirt with a giant middle finger on it and jeans that cost more than some drinks at the bar. His messy hair made messier as he ran his hands through it.

โ€œGrant,โ€ I raised a brow. โ€œDo you mind? I want to get some air.โ€

โ€œYou can in a bit,โ€ he stared right back at me. โ€œWhat are you up to?โ€

I frowned. โ€œGoing outside to get air, duh.โ€

โ€œI saw your eye on Porter,โ€ he stated.

โ€œHeโ€™s a looker,โ€ I shrugged and made a move to leave.

He caught my arm and gripped it hard. โ€œWhatever youโ€™re up to, I will find out.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s fine,โ€ I smiled slowly. โ€œGive my love to your parents.โ€

I stalked along the sidelines heading to the back, ignoring the stares and the catcalls from random drunk men and women. My sole focus was to breathe. I had a rough couple of days. I had stopped fighting the demons in my head when I was a child, it was probably why I needed the quiet. They needed to speak. I thought back to Grantโ€™s warning. It was weird how he always figured out when I was about to play a game.

Too bad he didnโ€™t know that the game had already started. Years ago. It was a game that was going to change the course of nature.

The ice-cold January air sliced across my face as I stepped out into the snowy New York weather. It was a shock to my system. Almost as if I was in two different worlds. Where I felt hot and sticky inside, I now thanked my lucky stars that this velvet was thick.

I forwent my Vape Pen and instead pulled out a pack of smokes. I lit the cherry flavored cigarette and took a long hard drag. I laid my head against the brick wall and exhaled, pretending it was all my sins and troubles that were being released into the air.

It would take a lot more than that to overcome all the things I had done in my life.

โ€œYou disappeared on me,โ€ a deep voice vibrated through my body.

I opened my eyes and slid them to the side and found the suit. Elias was gorgeous up close. The disheveled sandy brown hair had streaks of gold in them, his eyes were dark and piercing, and his body looked like something out of a romance novel. Maybe more like that guy from the porn flick I watched the night before.

โ€œI had no idea I was around for you,โ€ I said in a monotone. I took another drag of my cigarette and blew out the smoke faster this time. โ€œIs there a reason youโ€™re disturbing my peace?โ€

He looked taken aback. Obviously, he thought he held my attention earlier and was trying to use that to his advantage. Unfortunately, to hold someoneโ€™s attention, you had to pretend as if they did not have yours. It got them riled up. They saw a challenge and would not stop until they have won it.

โ€œI saw you inside thought we had a moment in there,โ€ he shrugged.

โ€œDonโ€™t flatter yourself, darling. Youโ€™re wearing a suit to a nightclub,โ€ I laughed. โ€œI was just trying to figure out what that was all about.โ€

He shrugged. โ€œThe suit works.โ€

โ€œFor?โ€

โ€œWell, I stand out, in a club full of ripped jeans and baggy t-shirts, Iโ€™m the sophisticated one that has a woman looking twice,โ€ he straightened his thin silver tie.

I was impressed with how unabashedly he said that. The glint in his eye told me that he had no care how it made him sound. There was a take me as I am, or Iโ€™ll find someone else quality to him.

I turned toward him. โ€œWell, you have all of my attention, what will you do with it?โ€

โ€œI would start by introducing myself,โ€ he held out his hand. โ€œEli.โ€

I placed my hand in his and felt an immediate connection that almost scared but intrigued me. โ€œKenna.โ€

He stared at me for a few seconds while I sucked on the cancer stick. He knew who I was. There was no way he hadnโ€™t come across me before. I was interested to see how he played this out though.

โ€œThatโ€™s a bad habit you know,โ€ he said lightly as he came to stand opposite me, mimicking my stance by leaning against the opposite brick wall.

โ€œSo Iโ€™ve heard,โ€ I chuckled and sucked harder on the cigarette. โ€œWe all have a vice.โ€

โ€œWhere are you from, Kenna?โ€ he asked as he loosened his tie.

โ€œUpper East Side,โ€ I shrugged, stubbing out the cigarette. โ€œYou?โ€

โ€œSame,โ€ he frowned. โ€œHow is it that we havenโ€™t met before?โ€

I raised a brow. โ€œI have no idea. What is it that you do?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m an investment banker, junior for now,โ€ he said with confidence. โ€œWhat are you into?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m a software engineer.โ€

He raised his brows in astonishment. I got that a lot. No one believed a spoiled rich bitch like me could actually have some sense of intelligence, let alone being able to code and decode programs. Of course, Eli wouldnโ€™t let on that he knew the extent of me being rich. His perfect portrayal of intrigue and lust gripped me by the throat. I wouldnโ€™t even mention my ability to create gadgets. Which reminded me, I needed to check in on my latest attempt at creating my own spy cam.

โ€œAre you passionate about that?โ€ he asked, genuinely interested. I would look back at this day in the future and wonder, if only he was just a man, and I was just a woman, this meeting would signal the start of a romance. This here? This was a start of a war.

โ€œNah,โ€ I shook my head. โ€œIโ€™m actually a photography buff. If there was a choice, I would choose that.โ€

Elias nodded slowly. โ€œI get it. Iโ€™ve loved the idea of working on Wall Street since I was a teenager and saw the way these men in suits all held the power. It lit a fire inside me.โ€

I smiled, enjoying the passion in his voice. His eyes lit up and the smile that twisted those perfect lips made him all the more attractive. I walked away from my end towards him putting an extra sway to my hips. He stood up straighter as I approached him. I stopped only when the front of my body was pressed against the front of his. I had to look up at him, he was at least a foot taller than me.

โ€œI think weโ€™ve chatted enough for the night; donโ€™t you think?โ€ I asked him on a breathy voice.

Elias lowered his nose to my hair and inhaled deeply. โ€œI think youโ€™re right.โ€

I raised my face and touched my lips to his. He responded by capturing mine and taking charge of them. He kissed me deeply. His tongue dueled with mine. I was right that this was a beginning of a war. We were fighting a war. A war of attraction. Lust burned and pooled between my legs as his large hand traveled down my back and gripped my ass. I ground against him, well aware that my panties were now soaked and there was no way that I could take off this jumpsuit unless he was taking me back to his place or his car.

His soft lips were a contrast to the scrape of his teeth along my bottom lip and the fierce way in which he grabbed my flesh. It was as if he wanted to devour me and destroy me all at one. If one kiss ignited such a feeling between us, sex would be explosive.

I moaned deep in my throat. I wanted him. Now.

โ€œHEY!โ€

The shout of a random bouncer sprung us both apart. We glanced at the tall stocky man. โ€œNone of that here!โ€ he pointed up, and we belatedly noticed the cameras. After a few more warnings, the bouncer headed back inside.

Spying the camera, I knew I had to hack into it later and download the footage.

We both laughed uncomfortably. Elias ran his thumb along my bottom lip. โ€œWanna go back in?โ€

I shrugged. โ€œLooks like weโ€™d have to.โ€

I felt uncomfortable as I walked because of the arousal that made my thighs sticky when they rubbed together. I hated being so worked up with no release in sight. We made it back into the club. The night wore on with us grinding against each other on the dancefloor. We drank like fish and made out sloppily in dark corners.

Elias held my attention all night, which meant that as soon as he had confirmation of who I was, I knew that too.

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Elias

He leaned against the bar and watched her as she swayed her body seductively on the dancefloor. He knew it was for his benefit. After all, up until they were faced with each other outside the club, she wasnโ€™t on the dancefloor. She wanted his attention and just like how he knew he had hers, she had his.

โ€œThe Sterling Princess, huh?โ€ Grant Masters clapped him on the shoulder.

Eli frowned and looked at him. โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€

โ€œI thought you were pursuing her because you knew who she was,โ€ Grant raised a brow.

Grant Masters was a rich bastard that owned almost half of the Upper East Side while the Sterling family owned almost all of New York. Sterling and Masters, the biggest names in the city. Eli had wanted an in with the Sterling family for years now, it was always part of his plan. The fact that the heiress herself happened to be at the same club and all over his dick, that was a bonus.

โ€œI actually did not know that was her,โ€ he lied with a grin. โ€œNow that I do, she just became interesting.โ€

โ€œIโ€™d watch out if I were you,โ€ Grant warned.

โ€œIโ€™m not afraid of Munro or Douglas for that matter,โ€ he waved his hand in the air.

โ€œWasnโ€™t talking about her brother or her father,โ€ he chuckled, his dark eyes held a tinge of amusement. โ€œIโ€™m talking about Mackenna herself.โ€

Eli rolled his eyes. How bad could a woman be? He glanced at the dancefloor one more time to look at her only to find that she was no longer there. He straightened his stance and tried to see over the gyrating bodies and crowded corners. She was gone.

He took a lap around the club with no sign of her. She was an enigma. A beauty. A magician.

He found her friend, Naomi, an African American beauty with skin like caramel who was grinding up on his friend Evan. โ€œHey, have you seen Kenna anywhere?โ€

Naomi looked up drunkenly. โ€œShe left.โ€

Eli felt disappointed, and he clenched his jaw. He wanted to get to know her more. Now that he knew exactly who she was, he wanted to find his way into her heart and squeeze it. He wanted to be the person that she brought home in front of Munro and his wife. He wanted the Sterling heir to feel him weasel his way into their lives and destroy them all.

Like they destroyed him.

Eli sighed, got into his Mercedes and zipped into the city to reach his apartment. Hennessey was fast asleep when he stepped inside. It was three in the morning, he wasnโ€™t supposed to be out this late, but Kenna was all he thought about that entire night. He walked towards his roommateโ€™s room and watched as she lay there beautifully.

Her thick dark hair fanned out on the pillow, her large eyes closed in sleep and her pouty lips parted as she dreamed. He trailed his finger along her cheek. She was a reprieve from all the bad things he had to do. She was the uncomplicated beauty that held his attention while the woman he really wanted paraded around with another man.

Eli walked upstairs and into his bedroom, he stripped off the suit and stepped into the hot shower. He reflected on the day before. He tried and failed at landing a job at Sterling. It was almost as if Munro remembered him. Logically, Eli knew there was no way. He was just a punk that faced off with Munro five years earlier.

His thoughts briefly traveled to Kenna. Her thick body draped in a skintight body suit that tempted him from across the dancefloor. He had an idea that Mackenna Sterling was going to be at the club, but he had no idea what she looked like. The Sterling family were always front and center in the news but never the princess. She was always the secret that remained hidden.

Eli laid his head against the tiles of the bathroom and stared aimlessly into the water. The hot water raised the steam in the room, and it was almost as if Mackenna stood there in the mist, watching him. His lips parted, his breathing increased, and his hand reached for his cock.

He stroked his hard length, biting his teeth so that he didnโ€™t let out the guttural groan that begged to be let past his lips. Her eyes, so wide and blue, would stare up at him while she was on her knees. Those thick plush lips would wrap around his cock and frame it perfectly. Her hot tongue which he was lucky enough to taste, would lap up every drop he released into her.

He couldnโ€™t take it anymore and came in strings across the tiles, the water washed away his sins before he could contemplate it.

Wrapping a towel across his waist, he walked into his bedroom, ignoring the need to go downstairs into Hennesseyโ€™s room, he walked straight into his. His phone vibrated around his nightstand and he noticed Evanโ€™s name flash across the screen.

He answered. โ€œWhatโ€™s up?โ€

โ€œMunro Sterling is dead.โ€

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TAINTED BLOOD – DRAMIR SERIES – CHAPTER ONE

Synopsis:

Welcome to Dramir, a city where the blood never stops flowing

The streets of Dramir have always been protected under the rule of the reigning King. It was all because of his not so secret weapon.

A weapon they called the assassin. A weapon with long-dark hair, savage soulless eyes and a body built for sin.

She wielded a sword as one would breathe air. She danced in blood as one would dance in rain. She laughed in the face of death as one would laugh at a bad joke.

It was believed that the day the assassin experienced emotion, the world of Dramir as they knew it would crumble under the force of her shattering heart.

How could you break the heart of someone who had long since lived without one?

How could you fight against the darkness when she forced light to do her bidding?

Most importantly how could you hide, when she came looking for you?

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LOVE IN SEATTLE – CHAPTER ONE

Synopsis:

It started out as an innocent blog. I just wanted to tell the world about my life. That was harmless right?

Wrong.

I didnโ€™t realise just what I did, how many lives I destroyed and how many people I lost because of my own need to vent about my issues with men. I didnโ€™t realise what my judgement of otherโ€™s caused. I didnโ€™t realise watch a selfish, terrible and evil person I was.

Not until I finally had something to lose.

He came into my life like a whirlwind. He showed me passion like Iโ€™ve never known. He challenged me at every step and broke down my defences. He took a selfish girl and made her feel. But then our secrets got in the way. My inability to see him as anything different than every other guy that I had met. His aversion to giving all of him without the guarantee of receiving all of me. It was all leading up to one life altering night. One life altering moment that would make or break our future. The problem was whether or not we could find our forever.

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