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Title: Summer’s End
This is the second book in Dianna’s heartfelt romance series about loving big, living big, and trusting big. Book one, The Spell of Summer, can be read as a standalone.
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Happy Release Day to Stylo Fantome and her new novella – Completion.
Completion is the final novella in The Kane Trilogy where we finally see The Devil gets his dues.
For those who have not read this series, this is a MUST READ! Fun, sexy and unforgettable!
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The Devil gets his dues
What happens when Satan in the flesh meets Lillith in real life?
Some name calling, a lot of fighting, and even more loving.
For two years, Jameson Kane and Tatum O’Shea have made their relationship work. It might not work for anyone else on the planet, but it’s perfect for them. Their own personal fairy tale.
But can Jameson give Tatum a true “happily ever after”? He’s not sure.
Where would the devil go to buy a throne, anyway?
WARNING: contains little plot, a lot of sex, and was written for the author’s own personal enjoyment.
Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic themes.
The Brazilian made sexy eyes at Ang for a while, but it was obvious that Jameson was her ultimate goal. As they all took their sides of the tennis court, Tate glared as the other woman flirted and touched Jameson. Leaned against him. Breathed on him.
“What are we doing here?” Ang asked in a low voice.
“That chicks wants to fuck Jameson. He’s trying to pawn her off on you. Be sexy,” Tate advised him.
“Bitch, I was born sexy.”
Tate had to agree. Ang was wearing a pair of old fashioned looking Ray Bans, and his hair was cropped extremely short on the sides, but long and wild on top. There was a touch of James Dean about him; something 1950’s. His bad boy smile was firmly in place, and though Isadora was focusing on Jameson, she threw a couple flirty glances Ang’s way.
“Well, sexy it up some more, get her attention. I don’t want to spend the rest of the day trying to talk Jameson out of an orgy,” Tate hissed.
“We could end up in an orgy!?”
“Angier, don’t make me serve the ball into the back of your head.”
Tate was rusty – tennis had never really been her sport. She could knock the ball back and forth, but she wasn’t great. Ang couldn’t play for shit, it was comical watching him lope up and down the court. They both laughed a lot, collapsing into giggle fits enough times to earn a snap from Jameson.
Isadora played the game beautifully and elegantly, like Tate knew she would, and of course Jameson was good at it. If there was something Jameson wasn’t good at it, he simply didn’t do it, so Tate had figured he’d do well at tennis. Together with the Brazilian bombshell, they dominated the game. Tate couldn’t quite figure out why they didn’t switch, place a bad player with a good player, to at least even the odds.
But it quickly became apparent that Isadora didn’t want to even the odds. She cooed in Jameson’s ear, wiggled her ass in his face. Tate spent half the game making puking faces at him, which just earned her wolf grins and him feeding into the flirtation.
“I don’t think she’s interested in my sexy,” Ang informed Tate, looking over his glasses as Isadora bent straight at the waist, keeping her knees locked while she tied her shoelaces. Jameson stood directly behind her, waving his racket at them.
Tate gave him the finger.
“Yeah, we’re not here to play tennis. She invited us here so she could become fuck buddies,” Tate grumbled.
“Wouldn’t be all bad. She’s kinda hot,” Ang pointed out. Tate snorted.
“I didn’t come all the way to Hong Kong to have an orgy with Jameson’s ex girlfiend.”
“Does this kind of thing happen a lot?”
“Yes. We went to the Met gala last fall, and god, what a nightmare. There was this model, some young blonde thing that Jameson had slept with like a million years ago. Followed him around all night. I don’t want to go through that again,” Tate told him.
“What are you going to do about it?” Ang asked.
“Whore you out.”
Before he could argue, Tate jogged up to the net, scooping up the ball as she went.
“Oh, thank you, Tatum,” Isadora gushed in her syrupy accent, running up to the net as well.
“No problem. Say, Ang has never been to Hong Kong before, you should totally show him around after this,” Tate blurted out, not even trying to be subtle.
“Really? I was hoping to catch up with Kane a little more. So little chance to talk during the game. I would be very glad to keep him company while you show Angier the sites,” Isadora offered.
Hmmm, I’m not the only one lacks subtlety.
“See, I kind of had plans with Jameson,” Tate lied. There weren’t any set plans, but she figured she didn’t need them. He was her boyfriend. If she said he was busy, then he was goddamn busy.
“Yes, of course! The party!” Isadora exclaimed. Tate blinked in surprise.
“The party! Kane told me all about it, thank you so much for inviting me!”
“Are we gonna play, or fucking chit chat all day?” Jameson yelled from the back line. Tate stepped to the side.
“Your lovely partner was just telling me all about our party!” Tate shouted back, shielding her eyes with her hand. His own eyes were hidden by the bill of his hat, but the set of his jaw was ominous. He wasn’t happy.
“My partner should learn to keep her mouth shut. Let’s finish this game,” he called back.
“Oh, I’ll finish this game, alright,” Tate grumbled, stomping away.
“Something up?” Ang asked, walking up close to her. Tate leaned into him, pressing her face against his chest and letting out a mock scream.
“What the fuck is going on?” Tate breathed, turning her head to the side and resting all her weight against him. “First dinner with my parents. Then fucked up tennis. Now a party? Jameson hates parties, he hates physical activity that isn’t sex, and he hates my parents.”
“Maybe he’s trying to turn over a new leaf,” Ang suggested, but she could feel him trying not to laugh.
“When you’re done dry humping, some of us would like to keep playing!”
Tate glared as Jameson’s voice carried across the court. Oh, so he could let some hoochie Brazilian rub her ass all over his crotch, but Tate couldn’t hug Ang!? Oh, it was on. It was soooooo on.
“Ang, could you do me a favor?” Tate started, running her hands up and down his sides.
“Just go with anything I do.”
Tate ignored him and peeled her top off. She wasn’t being scandalous, she was wearing a sports bra – there were plenty of women running around the courts wearing the same thing. No, that wasn’t enough to get the reaction she wanted. But turning around and pressing her back to Ang’s front and doing a toe touch stretch, she was pretty positive that would inspire a response.
“Does he look mad?” Tate asked, not even trying to hide her smile as she pretended to stretch from one leg to the other.
“Murderous. Are we trying to piss him off?” Ang questioned.
“Just having some fun, messing with him. He made me sweat with all his flirting, now it’s his turn,” Tate laughed.
“Then let’s make it count.”
Ang smacked her on the ass, hard enough to cause her to fall forward and place her hands flat on the ground.
“I’m not fucking around, Tate. You have two seconds to knock it the fuck off!” Jameson yelled.
“Ooohhh, feels like a challenge to me! Game!?” she yelled back, slowly standing up and stretching her arms above her head.
“Don’t push me – you won’t win.”
“Pffft, I always win.”
Tate spun around, facing Ang as she stretched her arms back, forcing her chest out. Ang didn’t even hide the fact that he was staring at her tits.
“I’m not really sure what kind of game you’re playing, but I gotta be honest, I like it,” he joked. Tate snorted and lowered her arms, coiling them around his neck. He rested his hands on her hips.
“Does he look mad?” she asked. Ang glanced behind her.
“Hard to tell. He always looks mad,” he pointed out, walking backwards and forcing her to follow.
“If he’s standing still, he’s not mad,” Tate explained.
“Oh, then he’s definitely mad.”
“Is he moving?”
** Warning: This review has no plot, no sex (mores the pity!) and totally gratuitous profanity.It involves completely OTT fangirling of the author with gushing love of the creepy stalker variety. Please have your sick bag ready and be aware of the exits **
Stylo Fantome. Yeah I want you to remember that name. Let’s say it again, Stylo Fantome.
She is without doubt one of THE discoveries of 2014. Her debut book Degradation was outstanding and she just kept going from strength to strength with Separation and Reparation, turning us inside out with the most dysfunctional train wreck of a relationship that’s so wrong it’s painfully right. This extra little novella called Completion is absofuckinglutelyfabulous. It doesn’t even feel like a novella it’s so packed full with development and emotion and it does exactly what the title says, completes the story and completes Jameson & Tate. You won’t want to give them up, won’t want this to be the end, even as fabulous as it is, because these characters will steal your soul. Satan will own you and who the fuck cares??? “Take me now Jameson” will be shouted from Heaven to Hell and everywhere in-between! Or is that just me? Whatever……….
I haven’t in a long, long time read a book that I so loved and hated simultaneously, as fascinated as I was horrified. A train wreck of a relationship, as beautiful as it is broken, brutally raw, poignant, passionate, tragic and destructive. If the Devil had a fucked up contemporary fairy tale it would be this and the ride has only just begun…
Who knew the Devil had a soul? With Separation the fairy tale is fucked six ways till Sunday, sideways with a cherry on top. Forget every single feeling and emotion you had in the first because Stylo Fantome twists it, lubes it, fucks it and spits you out the other side knowing you had a fucking amazing bookgasm and were rendered completely speechless and incoherent in the process, satiated and dazed……..
The absolute sheer beauty of it is that while on the emotional journey of this one the author can change every single thing we thought we knew or felt from the previous one. That’s a special kind of talent. I am now totally convinced she will stop my heart with Reparation….
Stop my Heart? Try shredded it, kicked it to the kerb and stomped all over it. Fuck Me!!!!!
The conclusion to this rollercoaster ride had me screaming in my head, “No, she wouldn’t, she wouldn’t fucking take it there, No, oh Hell Fucking No?” so many times I was almost catatonic. Lights were on but nobody was home, speechless and incoherent again but for totally different reasons. For an author in her debut year to have the ability to give you the feels, the good, the bad and the ugly with three books that, while connected, have completely different paces and emotions is quite the feat.
Completion made me feel like I was wrapped in a warm blanket, stuffed full of comfort food and surrounded by family and friends – yes I know, real mushy shit but it did! The humour and affection shone through every word and every interaction, Jameson, Tate, Sanders and Ang, all of them creating a warmth, creating their own family, the best kind – choice not blood – and while dysfunction surrounds them they make it their own, take the train wreck and work with the pieces. Stylo yet again writes a book connected to the others, just as addictive to read but fresh, different in style & pace and oh so satisfying and beautiful. This book is full of it (much like Tate!), bullshit and banter, sarcasm and wit, sex, friends and so much more. Sanders is just divine as always, Ang the Porn God is, well, Ang and then there’s Tate and Satan…………….
Two years down the line there is now a stability within Jameson and Tate’s relationship that changes the dynamic slightly in a good way. Of course Tate owns his soul and yes Satan has one (who knew!) the banter between them was just delicious, “ Shut the fuck up “ all the way through made me smile manically no matter where I was, it’s so them! In Reparation I loved how Stylo showed that, while it may not work for others, what they share works for them and in Completion this is underlined and put in bold! I wish I had the words for this pair, how much their journey is just the most amazing, well written, draw you in, spin you around, torture you and then spit you the fuck out, but I don’t – I’m not a writer, I can only say BUY it, one click that bitch. Hide yourself with a stiff drink and come meet Jameson and Tate, let Ms Fantome take you away for a few hours of sheer unadulterated bliss, the odd orgasm or two and make you remember why you read, why imagination is such a powerful and fabulous tool.
Bravo Stylo Fantome, automatic one click for me
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Gods, I FLOVE this story…. I adored Satan (who’d have thought it eh?!) by the time I’d finished Reparation but he’d stolen my soul by the end of Completion!!!
The three books in the trilogy were fabulous but this little gem was fanfuckintastic!!!! It really was a Completion of the story of Jameson & Tate.
Two years down the line we get to see how things are going with this pair. Happy and content together but still as kinky, hot, sexy and dirty mouthed as ever – who knew “shut the fuck up” was gonna be such a damned turn-on – it was a fun ride finding out what was in store for them.
Though they have both settled into their life together their banter and arguments are still full on and entertaining. This pairs relationship will never ever be stereotypically ‘normal’.
As for the rest of this little ‘family’ ~ Sanders is striking out on his own and forging a life for himself. Ang is finally the Porn King that he dreamed of being and we catch up with Nick who now has what he wanted but couldn’t have with Tate.
A couple of loose ends were tied up – one of them in particular had me cheering I must admit. There were some laugh out loud moments and Ang and Tate got up to some of their usual ‘lets piss off Satan’ antics.
The only thing that saddened me about Completion was that it was the end of a bloody awesome journey. Stylo has had me caught, bound and enthralled since Degradation and I never wanted the ride to end!!!!
An absolute joy to read, I grinned my way through it and my heart was bursting by the end! Yeah, I’m well aware that that’s a kinda cheesy thing to say – sue me, it’s true!!!!
If you haven’t read any of The Kane Trilogy yet, where have you been and WTH have you been doing?? Go grab your copies NOW and get stuck in….. This series is without doubt high on my list of recommended reads and one of my all time favourites!!!
I can’t wait to see what characters and story Stylo sucks me in with next…. but the one things I know for sure, it’s gonna be interesting!!!!
Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since …, forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
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Book 3.5 – Completion
Unexpected Fate by Harper Sloan
“Axel Reid, don’t you dare!” my mom exclaims. Then she yelps when my daddy charges through the front door.
“Don’t I dare what, Princess? No way that boy is going near my girl. Look at him! He looks like he can’t wait to creep on my daughter!”
“Well, there is no need to scare him to death!” she mocks.
My cheeks heat instantly when I see Dane start backing away from the porch. My hopes of being able to actually go to my senior prom are starting to go up in flames.
Just like that.
Not that I should be surprised about it. Mom did her best to calm Daddy down, but we should have known better. He took one look at me and stormed over, only to return ten minutes later looking like he does now.
“You need to stop this nonsense right now, you big lug, or you’ll be sleeping on the couch,” Mom fumes.
“Like hell I will, woman!” Daddy roars at my mom.
I watch her face get sharp. He stops long enough to sling one of—that’s right, ONE of—the rifles he’s carrying over his shoulder, where it lands next to the other one he already has over his other shoulder.
Only my mom would be brave enough to deal with him when he’s in “Protect Dani from everything with a penis” mode. He looks absolutely ridiculous. He has two hunting rifles now hanging by their leather straps over each shoulder. He has two handguns strapped to each thick thigh, two on each side of his belt, and various knives along the way. His shirt, which he thinks is hilarious to wear when I attempt to go out on a date, says I kill things…and eat them. I know it’s a hunting shirt—for animals, not teenage boys—but Dane doesn’t.
Mom moves in front of him, standing in the front doorway and blocking his path, where Dane is still slowly retreating. She’s been dealing with this way before they even had me. He’s…protective. I guess that’s the nicest way to put it. Well, she calls him protective. However, I call it possessive, overbearing, controlling, demanding, and jerky.
“This is her senior prom, Ax. You wouldn’t let her go last year.” She pauses when he grunts. “And I’m sorry, but you won’t be stopping her this year. She has a right to experience this. And Dane is a nice boy. Right, Dane?” she yells over her shoulder.
“Uhh…” he stammers, causing my daddy to grunt some more.
“The boy doesn’t even know how to talk, Izzy. I bet he will be nothing but handsy and think with his little pecker. Nope. No way. Not near my baby girl.”
Oh. My. God. I wish I could just fall into a hole right now. I try to see over my parents to find out if Dane heard that, but with Daddy basically being a giant, that’s not happening.
“You did not just say that!” I yell at his back.
Daddy turns around, his movements awkward with how many weapons he has strapped to his body. His green eyes, so like my own, slant and harden. He looks down at my dress for the thousandth time since I came downstairs and doesn’t even bother hiding his displeasure that it’s showing too much of my body. Even if it is about as tasteful as it gets.
My strapless, red dress has a sweetheart neckline, and everything he calls my “girly bits” is covered. There isn’t really any cleavage. Well, okay, there is some, but surely with my lack of being busty, you couldn’t even call what is showing “cleavage.” His first problem was with how much of my legs was showing. Then I made the mistake of turning around without my wrap on. That’s when he saw that the dress was completely backless to my bra line. Well, what it would be if I had been wearing one. Which is clearly when he lost his mind.
“You look just like your mother did that night twenty years ago when we finally came back to each other. Right down to those strappy shoe things. And I guarantee you, Danielle Reid, any teenage boy who doesn’t bat for the other team will be thinking thoughts I’ll cut his dick off for. No. You aren’t going with that boy, and that’s final.”
I harden my eyes, and his narrow even further.
I put my hands on my hips, and he squares his shoulders, his rifles clinking together.
I raise one brow, and he mirrors the action.
“No, you won’t. You have more balls than that.”
“Want to bet?” I attempt to muster up some tears, knowing that he won’t be able to handle them, but before I can force the first one out, my brother jumps into my line of sight and blocks our standoff.
“Yo, Dane! You just run along now. Dani is unfortunately feeling a little under the weather. Ebola. Or the flu. I don’t know. It’s really ugly and you probably don’t want to be around this. The boils—they could pop at any moment.”
“You did not just do that,” I heatedly whisper, fuming at his nerve.
Nate turns and smirks at me. “Oh I just did.”
“I can’t believe you two!” I spin to look at the one person who can help me. “Mom, seriously?”
Her expression softens, and she just shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Dani. I tried.”
“You two,” I start, pointing between my older brother and father. “You just can’t leave it alone? I’ll be eighteen in a few months. What are you jerks going to do then?”
“You’re not dating, Danielle. Not ever.”
“Oh yeah, Daddy? And how realistic is that crap?”
“Watch your mouth, little princess.”
“I’m so sorry, Dani.” She walks over and wraps me in her small arms.
I could probably really cry now a lot easier than when I was trying to fake it, but I’ve never been one of those girls who weep constantly. It would be easier to just go upstairs, take off the dress mom and I spent hours looking for, scrub off the light makeup she helped me apply, and pretend this night didn’t happen.
An hour later, I’m sitting in my bedroom, still wearing my perfect dress. My makeup is still done and my hair is still flowing in long waves. And I’m no less mad at the men in my life than I was earlier. I’ve considered climbing out my window. I’ve considered asking my best friends, Lyn and Lila, to come help me escape. But what would be the point? Rambo-Dad already scared away my date, the only boy left in school who had been willing to ask me even though his friends had warned him about my father.
I lie down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. Maybe I should go away for college. I planned on living at home while I attended Georgia Tech, but there is no way I can deal with this stuff any longer. If my father had things his way, I would be shipped off to become a nun. Or he would buy an island and make it an all-girls cult.
“Uhggggg!” I yell to the empty room.
“Seriously, Dani-girl, things can’t be that bad.”
I jump up when I hear the deep, gravelly, insanely sexy voice coming from my bedroom door. That voice. My lord. The things it alone does to me should be classified as illegal.
My hair slaps me in the face, a good handful landing in my open mouth, and I hastily pull it out before I turn to where he is standing.
My lord, he’s beautiful. He’s always been. My heart speeds up when I take in his smirking face and the mischief dancing in his brown eyes.
“Cat got your tongue?”
I shake my head.
I shake it again.
“Do you really have some flesh-eating, boil-slash-Ebola-like sickness?” he laughs.
I narrow my eyes at him, and his rich laughter booms through the room.
“I’m just kidding, Dani-girl. Come on. Get yourself ready and let’s go rock this prom.”
My jaw drops again. “What?”
For the first time, I notice that he’s dressed in a perfectly tailored tux. My eyes travel down his tall form to his shining, black dress shoes. On the way back up, my eyes hit the corsage spinning around his finger before I look back up into those gorgeous eyes.
“Let’s go, beautiful.”
“Does Daddy know you’re here?” I ask, not moving from my spot.
He sighs, steps into my room, and walks over. His cologne, Gucci Black, wraps around me. He’s worn the same scent for years. I perversely sniff it every time I hit the mall with Lyn and Lila. That scent—it’s my undoing.
He grabs one of my hands and gives my knuckles a kiss before placing the corsage around my wrist. He gives my hand a squeeze before letting go. Placing his strong hands on my shoulders, he presses down until I’m seated on my bed. Kneeling before me, he takes my feet one by one and fastens the straps of my black heels before standing and grabbing my hands, again, to pull me to my feet.
The whole time, I act like a freak and just gape at him.
What in the hell is going on?
“Ready?” he asks.
“Right. You’re ready,” he laughs, grabs my hand, and pulls me through the house, down the stairs, and into the entryway of the house, where my parents are waiting.
Mom has her camera ready, forcing us to take some pictures, for all of which I’m sure I’m just standing there in a daze. I think I smiled in them, but I was too busy trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Daddy smiles big and triumphantly the whole time, like he’s won some battle here.
“Oh, good. You got here,” Nate mumbles through a sandwich he’s stuffing down his throat.
I shake out of my stunned stupor and look over at him. “You did this?” I ask with disbelief.
“Well, duh. Can’t have my little sister miss her prom because of some boils. Plus, I knew this guy,” he says, pointing at our father, “wouldn’t mind him.” He takes another bite before he looks over my shoulder. “And I know he isn’t going to try to pet the cat.”
“Nathaniel Gregory!” Mom gasps.
“What? Why do you think Dad acts like he does? Just because I’m willing to say the words doesn’t mean you have to freak out.”
I look over at my mom, who has turned bright red.
Daddy laughs at her embarrassment and pulls her into his arms. “Are you sure we didn’t drop that one a few times as a baby?”
She slaps his hard stomach and shakes her head. “You look beautiful, honey. Have fun, okay?”
I smile at her and move my eyes to Daddy to judge his mood.
He just smiles at me. “I trust him. He won’t let any of those pimple-faced, prepubescent boys touch a beautiful hair on your head. Have fun, sweetheart.”
I walk over and give them both a hug, standing up on my toes as far as a can to whisper my gratitude in his ear. He’s annoying, overprotective, and possessive of his girls, but I love him and I know he comes from a good place.
“Uh, excuse me? Do I not get any little-sister love here? I’m the one running this show, you know?”
“You’re such a dork, Nate,” I laugh and give him a hug before turning back to my date.
He’s standing by the door, talking in low tones to my daddy. I can’t hear him, but he’s still smiling, so I’m guessing there isn’t any talk about dismemberment going on. He looks over, his smile deepening and the lines around his eyes crinkling. Something moves behind his eyes that darkens them slightly, but he looks back over at Daddy, finishing up their conversation.
“Ready, Dani-girl?” he asks a few minutes later, making my heart speed up again.
“Yeah. I’m ready.” Or at least as ready as I’ll ever be.
That night, while dancing to Brett Young’s “Kiss by Kiss,” I knew I would never be the same. I could feel the jealous waves coming off every female in the room as he held me in his arms. Of course, I had a man and not a boy as my date. Five years older than I am and very obviously not a teenager.
Being held in his arms was a dream come true. His scent invaded my lungs with every inhale. His eyes twinkled as his smile held me hostage. I knew I would never love a man as much as I love him.
Yeah. That was the night I confirmed what I had always known. What I had always felt.
Cohen Cage owned my heart and I never wanted it back.
Meet Cohen & Danielle in the newest stand alone
in the Hope Town Series by Harper Sloan!
Releasing: February 17th
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1Aguv8a
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1z4HNQJ
Have you ever felt like you were living your life for a future that was predetermined? Like there was some bigger picture you just prayed you would someday see clearly? That picture has been crystal clear to me since I was old enough to recognize it for just what it was.
Or I should say recognize him for who he was.
I’ve loved Cohen Cage since I was a small child. He’s been my everything for the last twenty-two years. I’ve loved him through every girlfriend he’s ever brought home. Through his college years and then mine. I’ve loved him through two deployments. And ever since the day I told him how I felt, he’s acted like I’m a stranger.
My name is Danielle Reid, and it’s time for me to get my man.
Our future is an unexpected fate, and no matter what our parents, siblings, and friends say…it’s going to be worth every second of the fight to make it happen.
About the Author:
Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed ‘Estrogen Ocean’, much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero–the super alpha kind!
Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn’t take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.
While Alec tries to leave the past in the past and move on to the future, his wife, Molly, has other plans for her husband. After Emma is stalked and taunted by Molly, Alec makes a decision that could change everything. Will he stay with Emma? Will he leave and be with his wife and the mother of his daughter? Does Alec make the right choice? Only time will tell.
I also love to read and write and to spend time with my family. My books thus far, have been inspired by the things I love and the people who influence me, every single day to be a better person.