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RELEASE DAY BLITZ ~ Holden by Julia Sykes

 

 

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One look at the gorgeous, curvy brunette standing alone at BDSM club Dark Grove Plantation, and I know she’s mine. She thinks that her desires are twisted and wrong, but I intend to show her how good my harsher methods of seduction can feel. It’s in my nature to dominate, to claim. I have every intention of claiming Holly, body and soul. And if her bastard ex tries to come back for her, he’ll find out just how harsh I can be when someone threatens what’s mine.

Note: An earlier version of this story was released under the title Awakened. It has been extensively re-written as Holden.

 



“Such a sweet sub,” he said, his voice impossibly deep and heavy with satisfaction. The power exchange passing between us was affecting him as strongly as it had ensnared me. My body and mind were utterly in his thrall, and in that moment, I would have eagerly done anything to please the man who held ultimate control over my being.
He slid two fingers between my legs and traced the seam of my sex through my lacy black panties.
“You’re wet,” he observed with a lustful growl. “I knew you’d be like this.”
“Like what?” I asked, barely able to focus on his words. They seemed to roll off my consciousness like water. Reality was hazy, the world falling away until all I could sense was him: his hard body beneath me, his masculine scent surrounding me, his deep voice rumbling through me. I was captivated by the power that pulsed off him. It caressed my body like a physical touch.
“I knew you’d be naturally submissive,” he replied. “I knew you’d be perfect.”
The praise sank into me to warm my chest.
A different warmth bloomed between my legs when he stroked my clit through my panties. I cried out at the light contact to my sensitive nub. It had grown achy from his ministrations; his gentle fingers contrasted with his stinging discipline. He was harsh and tender by turns, and the dichotomy messed with my thought processes.
“Do you want to come, little sub?” he asked, the question rough with his own desire.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please, Sir.”
He let out a low groan. “Fuck, you’re sweet when you beg.” He lifted his hips slightly, pressing his cock harder against me. “Do you feel that? Do you feel what you do to me?”
“Please,” I begged again, on the edge of sanity. “Fuck me.” I’d never spoken so crassly, but the deviant words came naturally. I wanted him to claim me, to ravage me.
“You’re going to come first,” he said tightly, restraining himself. “You’re going to come so many times that you’ll be begging me for mercy and sobbing my name by the time I’m finished with you.”

 


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Julia Sykes is the USA Today bestselling author of the Impossible Series. She has always kept dark stories tucked away in her mind, so she was thrilled when she discovered that other people actually want to read them. Her books blend romance, suspense, and BDSM.
After spending four years living in England, Julia returned to her Southern homeland. She has recently settled down in South Carolina and spends her time petting her cat-children, reading, and binge watching TV with her husband when not writing. You can usually find Julia in Starbucks with a venti iced latte clutched in her hand.
Julia loves connecting with readers! Please feel free to contact her on facebook, through twitter, or email her directly at juliasykes193@gmail.com. You can find out more about Julia’s current and future projects at julia-sykes.com.
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RELEASE DAY BLITZ ~ Wedding Knight by Julia Sykes

 

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An Impossible Series short story companion to Knight.

Two years after Smith rescued Lydia from enslavement, he has finally helped her heal from the emotional scars left on her soul.
She’s ready to commit to her Master forever, sealing their bond with marriage.
You are cordially invited to Smith and Lydia’s wedding!

 


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“Morning, sweetheart.”
I gasped and sat bolt upright. “I was supposed to stay with Rose last night!” I exclaimed. “It’s bad luck for you to see me before the wedding.”
His fingers tangled in my hair, and he tugged me back down beside him. He caressed my cheek with his free hand, and his silver eyes looked into my soul.
“You won’t have bad luck,” he declared. “I won’t fucking allow it. I’m going to see to it that you’re blissfully happy for the rest of your life. Our lives. I’m always going to take care of you.”
I leaned into his touch. “I know. I’m going to take care of you, too, Master.”
He grinned. “That’s my good girl.”
His lips lowered to mine, and he initiated a long, sweet kiss. He started taking my mouth with greater hunger, nipping at my lower lip before sweeping his tongue inside to claim mine. He didn’t release me until I was gasping against him, craving him more than the air I breathed.
He kissed his way down my neck and caught my wrists in his big hands, pulling my arms over my head and pinning them against the pillows.
“Stay,” he murmured against my skin.
He didn’t need a verbal response. My obedience to him was unquestioning, because I trusted him to never harm me in any way. Even when he gave me pain, it brought me pleasure.
But pain wasn’t what he had in mind this morning.
He released my wrists, and his palms skimmed down my arms, moving farther down my body until his hands gripped my hips. His tongue trailed a hot line between my breasts as he dipped his head toward my pussy. Liquid heat flooded my core, and my clit pulsed in need.
“Wait,” I panted. “We don’t have time for this. I have to get to the hotel. Rose will be there to help me get ready.”
“Rose can wait,” he half-growled.
“But I’ll be late for the ceremony,” I protested breathlessly.
“Then everyone can fucking wait.”
He settled between my legs, his long fingers curling into my upper thighs to hold me open for him. For agonizing seconds, he merely studied me, a cocky smile twisting his lips as he watched my growing wetness coat my lower lips.
Instinct urged me to rock my hips toward him, to twine my fingers in his thick black hair and pull him against me.
I knew better than that. Master wouldn’t touch my pussy until he was ready. And right now, he was enjoying watching me struggle against my lustful actions. Resolutely, I kept my arms above my head and my hips steady.
He hummed his approval and finally lowered himself. His morning stubble teased across my skin as he rubbed his cheek against my thighs. I shivered as my inner muscles contracted, my sex swelling with need.
His tongue traced the line of my pussy lips, dipping between them to taste me. His satisfied growl vibrated against my sensitive flesh, and I moaned out my pleasure. He pressed a whisper-soft kiss to my clit, and I whimpered at the light contact. I was ready to come apart at the slightest touch. My orgasm was so close…
He pulled away and settled his powerful body atop mine, denying me.
“Master!” I whined, writhing beneath him. “Please…”
His teeth flashed in a wicked grin. “I want you to be all hot and needy for our wedding night. I have something special planned for you.” He trailed his fingers over my heated cheek. “My blushing bride.”

 


 

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Julia Sykes is the USA Today bestselling author of the Impossible Series. She has always kept dark stories tucked away in her mind, so she was thrilled when she discovered that other people actually want to read them. Her books blend romance, suspense, and BDSM.

 

After spending four years living in England, Julia returned to her Southern homeland. She has recently settled down in South Carolina and spends her time petting her cat-children, reading, and binge watching TV with her husband when not writing. You can usually find Julia in Starbucks with a venti iced latte clutched in her hand.

 

Julia loves connecting with readers! Please feel free to contact her on facebook, through twitter, or email her directly at juliasykes193@gmail.com. You can find out more about Julia’s current and future projects at julia-sykes.com.

 

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BLOG TOUR – Hero (Impossible #13) by Julia Sykes

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A man with a broken heart…

The agony of losing the woman I love to another Dominant has left me dead inside. Over the last two years, sex has become my drug of choice to cope with the loss. I know I’m too broken to ever love again, but that won’t stop me from trying to fuck my pain away.

 

A woman with a painful past…

I’m not interested in intimacy, but I am interested in sex. As a BDSM romance novelist, I need to explore the world of kink for my books. The power exchange is meaningless; nothing more than research. Until I meet him. The powerful Dom won’t relent until he breaks down all my walls, including the ones that protect my ravaged heart.

 

Bound together by lust and danger…

Chloe Martin is a BDSM romance author by night and an investigative journalist by day. When the latter brings her to the New York unit of the FBI to research the Latin Kings, she never expects her two careers to collide. The agent she’s shadowing—Dexter Scott—is also a Dominant, and he’s interested in helping with her research in the field and in the bedroom.

 

But Chloe’s story on the Latin Kings puts her in the line of fire, and Dex’s protective—and possessive—instincts kick in. Can he let go of his pain and find his happily ever after? Or will the danger that surrounds them steal his second chance at love?

 


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“Your safe word is red,” Dex told me. “Can you remember that?”

“Of course I can.” A hint of my indignation returned. Did he really think I was so dim that I couldn’t remember a simple safe word?

The pressure of the crop beneath my chin increased, tipping my head back farther and forcing me up onto my toes.

“Don’t be so sure. I’m going to take you so high, you’ll forget your own name. But don’t forget that one word.”

I wanted to say that I doubted his arrogant assertion. No Dom had ever sent me into subspace. I might play the role of a sub for my scenes, but I never truly submitted.

But something deep within me whispered that I’d already lost. I’d made the mistake of engaging in a power play with him, and I’d ceded to his will. I’d thought I was fully in control of the scene, but what had seemed like small changes—the blindfold, the gentle caresses of the crop instead of painful strikes, his low, firm commands rather than barked orders—had made me come undone.

“Good girl,” he said again before I could gather my wits enough to formulate a flippant response.

“I didn’t say anything,” I protested weakly. I’d done nothing to earn his praise.

The crop tenderly traced the line of my jaw. I suddenly wished he’d touch me with his fingertips instead. My teeth sank into my lower lip as I bit back a plea for him to put his hands on me.

“You didn’t have to say anything,” he told me in that same smooth, soothing tone. “And you don’t have to fight me. I can tell you’re trying to resist. Submit.”

“I can’t,” I whispered.

“Yes, you can. You just don’t want to. But I’m not giving you a choice. Your only way out of this is your safe word.”

A beat of silence passed. He was giving me the opportunity to escape.

But I said nothing. I sealed my fate.

“Excellent. You’ve pleased me, Chloe.” The smooth leather traced the swell of my breasts again, and I arched into him as carnal sensation overwhelmed me. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

I moaned. A bite of pain nipped at me as the crop slapped the top of my breast.

“I want a coherent answer,” he prompted, his voice lilting with arrogant amusement. A twin hit landed on my other breast, chastising me.

“Yes,” my shy admission was barely audible.

“Louder. And address me with respect.” The crop snapped against my sensitive inner thigh, and I cried out at the unexpected sting. With my sight taken, I couldn’t predict where the blows would land. It heightened my physical senses, making the relatively light hits inflict sensation that went deeper than my flesh. An odd tingling raced across my mind along with the sparks that danced across my skin. Thoughts turned hazy, and for a moment I floated.

Then the crop fell on my thighs again, snapping against one and then the other in rapid succession. I squealed and tried to close my legs, only to be reminded that they were held open by the spreader bar. My sound of protest transformed into a husky moan.

“I asked you a question,” his voice threaded through my mind. “Tell me this feels good. Tell me you like pleasing me.”

“Yes,” my voice seemed detached from my consciousness, leaving my lips without thought. “Yes, it feels good.”

“Yes, Sir,” he corrected me with another, sharper slap against my thigh. My abused flesh throbbed with a delicious burn, the warmth spreading up into my pussy.

“Yes,” I said more clearly. “It feels good, Sir.”

The crop suddenly pressed against my labia, stroking the wet folds. My head dropped back on a long sigh as pleasure flooded my mind.

“You mean it this time,” he said, his voice deep with satisfaction. “You called me Sir before because you thought it sounded like one of your romance novels. But this is the real thing, princess. A good Dom earns his sub’s respect.” He continued to stroke me with the crop, and my clit pulsed in need.

“I’m going to hit your clit, and you’re going to come for me,” he informed me. “But you’re going to ask me for it like a good girl. When we started, you demanded that I crop you. Do you want to try that request again?”

I whined my wordless resistance as a small part of me clung on to my final shreds of control.

He tapped the crop against my pussy lips, the light slap a promise of how he would stimulate my aching clit.

“We both know you want to come. I want it, too. I want you to give me a nice, big orgasm. Your pleasure is mine. Your body is under my control. I want to hear you admit it, to both of us. This is submission, princess. And you were made for it.”

His low, confident words wrapped around me like a caress even more erotic than the touch of the crop on my pussy. It was deeper than physical pleasure; it called to my soul.

I let out a blissful sigh, my entire body softening as I gave everything to him.

“That’s it,” he urged. “Surrender. Beg me for your orgasm.”

“Please make me come, Sir.”

 



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Julia Sykes is the USA Today bestselling author of the Impossible Series. She has always kept dark stories tucked away in her mind, so she was thrilled when she discovered that other people actually want to read them. Her books blend romance, suspense, and BDSM.

 

After spending four years living in England, Julia returned to her Southern homeland. She has recently settled down in South Carolina and spends her time petting her cat-children, reading, and binge watching TV with her husband when not writing. You can usually find Julia in Starbucks with a venti iced latte clutched in her hand.

 

Julia loves connecting with readers! Please feel free to contact her on facebook, through twitter, or email her directly at juliasykes193@gmail.com. You can find out more about Julia’s current and future projects at julia-sykes.com.

 

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EXCERPT REVEAL ~ Hero (Impossible Series #13) by Julia Sykes

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Book 13 in the USA Today Bestselling Impossible Series—Can be read as a standalone.

 

A man with a broken heart…

The agony of losing the woman I love to another Dominant has left me dead inside. Over the last two years, sex has become my drug of choice to cope with the loss. I know I’m too broken to ever love again, but that won’t stop me from trying to fuck my pain away.

 

A woman with a painful past…

I’m not interested in intimacy, but I am interested in sex. As a BDSM romance novelist, I need to explore the world of kink for my books. The power exchange is meaningless; nothing more than research. Until I meet him. The powerful Dom won’t relent until he breaks down all my walls, including the ones that protect my ravaged heart.

 

Bound together by lust and danger…

Chloe Martin is a BDSM romance author by night and an investigative journalist by day. When the latter brings her to the New York unit of the FBI to research the Latin Kings, she never expects her two careers to collide. The agent she’s shadowing—Dexter Scott—is also a Dominant, and he’s interested in helping with her research in the field and in the bedroom.

 

But Chloe’s story on the Latin Kings puts her in the line of fire, and Dex’s protective—and possessive—instincts kick in. Can he let go of his pain and find his happily ever after? Or will the danger that surrounds them steal his second chance at love?


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I swallowed hard when he turned back to me. He prowled, closing the distance between us at a pace that was achingly slow, yet he also seemed to reach me too fast. I wasn’t prepared for his renewed closeness. Power emanated from him, slapping up against me like a palpable force. I’d been around Doms before, but none had affected me so strongly.

I widened my stance, planting my feet as though to brace myself against the weight of his aura. His smirk returned. I fixed him with my most defiant stare. He met it steadily, his amusement evident in the arrogant curve of his full lips.

I didn’t deign to respond to it verbally. I could engage in a silent battle of wills. I recognized that he was trying to Top me. He wasn’t the first Dom to try it, but I was finding his strange mix of quiet confidence and subtle dominance difficult to resist. He wasn’t a hard-ass snapping orders at me; he kept managing to slip past my defenses.

I gathered up my resolve and maintained our eye contact, boldly meeting his gaze.

“Give me your wrists,” he commanded in that same smooth, deep voice that messed with my head and heated my insides.

I considered defying him, but that would be childish. I’d been the one to dictate the terms of the scene, and refusing him would only prove that he was affecting me more than I’d like to admit.

Wordlessly, I gave him my hands. He didn’t break his intense gaze as he secured the supple black leather cuffs around my wrists, buckling them closed with practiced ease. He was obviously an experienced Dom.

That’s good, I tried to tell myself. It’s good for my research.

It would have been easier to convince myself if I wasn’t so intimidated by the cool confidence with which he lifted my arms over my head and clipped them to the chain that dangled from the ceiling. He was tall enough that he easily secured my hands high above me, stretching my body. The cuffs held firm, pressing into my wrists, eliciting a sudden sense of helplessness.

My sex clenched even as a thrill of trepidation raced through me.

“Take a deep breath. You’re safe with me.”

I inhaled without thinking, complying with his low, soothing order.

“Good girl.”

He cocked his head to the side, considering me.

“How do you feel about being blindfolded?”

I drew in a shuddering breath and did my best to shrug nonchalantly, a gesture that was ruined by my bound arms. “Sure,” my voice came out in a breathy whisper that belied my attempt at cool confidence. “You can blindfold me.”

His lips firmed, and he stepped away from me to return to the wall of kinky toys. He quickly selected a strip of black cloth and came back to me.

He leaned in close and wrapped the soft material around my head. Darkness closed around me when it slipped over my eyes. He knotted it firmly, securing it in place.

“I didn’t ask for your permission,” his voice was a low rumble in my ear. “I asked how it makes you feel. Vulnerable? Aroused?”

The cool leather tongue of the crop touched the side of my neck. Sensation lit up my nerve endings, making my skin dance. I was hyper-aware of his closeness, even though he wasn’t touching me directly. The crop traced a slow line down my neck, across my collarbone, before caressing the upper swell of my breasts. I gasped as my core contracted, lust spiking.

“What…” my voice wavered. “What are you doing?”

“You might have played before, but you don’t know the first thing about real BDSM,” he informed me, his tone roughening with his own desire. “I’m dominating you, princess. And you will learn the meaning of submission by the time I’m finished with you.”


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Julia Sykes is the USA Today bestselling author of the Impossible Series. She has always kept dark stories tucked away in her mind, so she was thrilled when she discovered that other people actually want to read them. Her books blend romance, suspense, and BDSM.

 

After spending four years living in England, Julia returned to her Southern homeland. She has recently settled down in South Carolina and spends her time petting her cat-children, reading, and binge watching TV with her husband when not writing. You can usually find Julia in Starbucks with a venti iced latte clutched in her hand.

 

Julia loves connecting with readers! Please feel free to contact her on facebook, through twitter, or email her directly at juliasykes193@gmail.com. You can find out more about Julia’s current and future projects at julia-sykes.com.

 

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BLOG TOUR ~ Centurion by Julia Sykes

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She’ll do anything to get her scoop…

I need a major story to get my big break. Infiltrating the Pagans Motorcycle Club is my best shot at making a name for myself in the world of investigative reporting. Only, I might get a lot more than I bargained for. It’s not the gang that worries me most; it’s domineering FBI Agent Kennedy Carver who makes me quiver inside. When I discover his unique sexual proclivities, I might have a bigger story than the Pagans: The Secret World of BDSM.

 

He’ll do anything to possess her…

When my man on the inside rescued Carina from the Pagans, I knew I was in trouble. One look at the gorgeous, feisty redhead, and I was lost. I crave to bend her over my knee and punish her for getting herself into a dangerous situation. Once she submits to me, she’ll learn never to put herself at risk again. She’ll be mine.

 

Her betrayal tears them apart…

When Kennedy discovers that Carina is planning an exposé on his kinky lifestyle, he is determined to leave her firmly in his past. But when the woman who has haunted his dreams for sixteen long years shows up at his favorite BDSM club, he can’t resist her allure.

 

As they rediscover their burning attraction, an enemy lurks in the shadows, hunting Carina. Can Kennedy save her life and his own heart? Or will the loss of both destroy him forever?

 


 

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I reached up and tentatively ran my fingertips over the stubble on his square jaw. “Thank you. You make me feel safe.”

“I’m glad,” he said, his voice deepening. “I don’t want to scare you.”

“I don’t think you could. I trust you.”

His eyes darkened. “So you wouldn’t be frightened if I told you I want to fuck you? That I’ve wanted you since the day I first laid eyes on you? That I’ve been carefully planning exactly how I’m going to ravage you when I finally claim you?”

My breath caught in my throat. Something that felt like trepidation quivered in my belly, but it was hotter than simple fear. There was a decidedly anticipatory edge to it, something dark and hungry.

“What…” I swallowed. “What would you do to me?”

His hand was still tangled in my hair. It tightened to a fist again, tipping my head back so my throat was exposed to him. He lowered his lips to my neck, pressing a hot kiss just below my ear. He pulled back slightly and blew a stream of cool air over the burning place where his heat had marked me. A noise I’d never made before eased up my throat. It sounded like a whimper.

“So responsive,” he murmured, his words teasing across my skin. His teeth nipped at my earlobe, giving me a flash of pain before sucking it away, tracing the shell of my ear with his tongue. I’d never known that this seemingly innocent part of my body was directly connected to my sex. It contracted in a primal rhythm, craving… him.

“You want to know what I’m going to do to you?”

Going to. There was no longer a question of if. I’d sealed my fate when I’d asked what he had planned for me.

“I’m going to strip you naked and finally drink in the sight of your gorgeous body.” He ran his hands down the curve of my waist before curling his fingers into my hips. “Then I’m going to take off my tie and bind your hands.” His touch shifted to my wrists, his long fingers encircling them like manacles as he pinned them at the small of my back. “You’ll be completely at my mercy. And I’ll show you pleasure you never thought you were capable of.”

A low moan left my lips as desire spiked. I wanted it all, every deviant thing he’d promised me.

He drew back slightly so I could see his wolfish grin. “I think we’ll keep the rest a surprise.”

I couldn’t do more than stare up at him, memorizing his perfect, masculine features. I’d never felt this kind of raw power pulsing off a man. It caressed my body, making my skin pebble as I fell under his thrall.

“Tell me you want me, Carina.”

“I want you, Kennedy.” I didn’t hesitate, and I didn’t blush. It was the simple truth, the natural answer. The only answer.

“I like the way you say my name,” he rumbled. “You’ll be screaming it soon.”

I let out a small squeak of surprise when he swept me up in his arms and carried me into my bedroom in long, confident strides. My sense of trepidation returned. This was actually happening. I’d let him spank me, and now I was going to let him tie me up. I barely recognized the wanton woman he held against his hard chest.

“Stop that,” he ordered.

“Stop what?”

“Worrying. I’m not going to hurt you. This will feel good.”

My worries were obliterated when he brought his demanding mouth down on mine again. He carefully set me on my feet, holding onto me until I found my balance.

His hands suddenly fisted in the material of my blouse. With a jerk of his powerful arms, the buttons ripped free, exposing me with shocking abruptness. There was no slow undressing, no hesitancy. He’d told me he was going to strip me, and that was exactly what he was doing.

He tugged the blouse back, pulling it off my shoulders and down my arms before tossing it aside, discarding it as though it had annoyed him by covering my body. He swiftly unbuttoned my jeans and removed them with the same sense of immediacy. Catching onto his feverish assault, I quickly stepped out of them along with my shoes, leaving me wearing only my simple white bra and panties.

He paused, running a reverent hand over the cotton material. “One day, I’ll dress you up in leather and lace,” he spoke almost as though he was talking to himself. “But for now, this first time, these are perfect.” He traced his fingertips along the exposed swell of my full breasts, and I gasped as my nipples pebbled against the inside of my bra, the soft material suddenly too abrasive against the sensitive peaks.

“So innocent,” he remarked. His eyes suddenly locked on mine. “I will enjoy corrupting you, Carina.”

I should protest, but he called to a secret, dark part of my soul. It was as though I’d been waiting for him to say those words, to come into my life and change everything I thought I knew about myself.

I wanted to be corrupted.

 


 

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Julia Sykes is the USA Today bestselling author of the Impossible Series. She has always kept dark stories tucked away in her mind, so she was thrilled when she discovered that other people actually want to read them. Her books blend romance, suspense, and BDSM.

 

After spending four years living in England, Julia returned to her Southern homeland. She has recently settled down in South Carolina and spends her time petting her cat-children, reading, and binge watching TV with her husband when not writing. You can usually find Julia in Starbucks with a venti iced latte clutched in her hand.

 

Julia loves connecting with readers! Please feel free to contact her on facebook, through twitter, or email her directly at juliasykes193@gmail.com. You can find out more about Julia’s current and future projects at julia-sykes.com.

 

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