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The Royal Treatment by M.J. Summers (Crown Jewels Romance #1)

Publication date: May 23rd 2017

Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance

Enough laughs to satisfy fans of Bridget Jones. Enough sparkly shoes and breathtaking ball gowns for fans of Cinderella…

Twenty-eight-year-old Tessa Sharpe, a.k.a. The Royal Watchdog, hates everything about Prince Arthur. As far as she’s concerned, he’s an arrogant, lazy leech on the kingdom of Avonia. When he shocks the nation by giving her the keys to the castle in an attempt to boost his family’s dismal public approval ratings, Tessa has no choice but to accept and move in for two months. It’s lust at first sight, but there’s no way she can give in to her feelings—not if she wants to have a career or a shred of pride left when her time at the palace ends.

Ultra-private, ultra-hot Crown Prince Arthur has always gotten by on his charm. But that won’t be enough now that the Royal Family is about to be ousted from power once and for all. When Prince Arthur has to rely on the one woman in the kingdom who hates him most, he must learn that earning the love of a nation means first risking his heart…

Can two natural enemies find their forever in each other’s arms, or will they ruin each other to save themselves?

[PLEASE NOTE: The Crown Jewels Series is not a typical MJ Summers book. It’s a light romantic comedy, very heavy on the laughs with a low steam level (but lots of delicious sexual tension and some swearing).]

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When we reach the vault room, there are two guards standing at the door. Normally there is just one, sitting on the inside; but for nights like tonight, there are a total of six. I nod, and one of them opens the door.

“Good evening, fellows,” I say.

“Good evening, Your Highness.”

Once inside the room, we go through the same routine with the other four men. I go to the keypad and press the code, then hold my face in front of the camera for a retina scan. When I look down at Tessa, she actually looks impressed.

“A little Bond-esque, no?” I ask.


“Come on, Moneypenny, let’s get you something for that beautiful neck of yours.” I tug her hand and pull her in with me before she can say no.

She’s already shaking her head, but I hold up one finger. “I can see those Sharpe family brains of yours going to work on ten different reasons why you won’t borrow a necklace, but I have already prepared counterarguments, and since we are now twelve minutes behind schedule, please allow me. One, they’re already paid for, some of them hundreds of years ago, so it’s not coming out of anyone’s taxes. Two, like the books in the library, they’re going to waste in here. Three, for the first time in my life, I want to share something with someone else—someone who deserves to feel like a queen, even if she’ll only allow herself that for one measly little evening. Four, I have this fantasy of seeing you in only the jewels. Maybe the heels could stay.”

Tessa laughs and her cheeks go pink. “All right. One necklace, but make it a cheap one.”

I raise one eyebrow. “Define cheap.”

“Less than a kitchen stool.”

“How about less than a car?”


“I said ‘queen.’ Would a queen really wear a sofa around her neck?” I reach up and run my fingertips along the base of her neck.

“Would she wear a car?”

“Good point.” I lean down and kiss the crook of her neck. “How about this? You choose whichever one you like the best, and I won’t tell you how much it’s worth.”

I continue to brush my lips along her skin, then move up to her earlobe. The other night, I discovered a little spot at the base of her ear that turns her to putty. After a moment of some careful work, I get what I want. A breathy, little ‘okay’ escapes her lips.

MJ Summers made a name for herself with her debut novel, Break in Two, a contemporary romance that cracked the Top 10 Paid on Amazon in the UK, as well as Canada (and the top 50 Paid in the USA). Her highly acclaimed Full Hearts Series was picked up by both Piatkus Entice (a division of Hachette UK) and HarperCollins Canada. Her first two books have been translated into Czech and Slovak by EuroMedia, with more translations underway.

MJ Summers currently resides in Edmonton, Canada, with her husband, three young children, and their goofy dog. When she’s not writing romance novels, she loves reading (obviously), snuggling up on the couch with her family for movie night (which would not be complete without lots of popcorn and milkshakes), and long walks in the woods near her house. MJ also spends a lot more time thinking about doing yoga than actually doing yoga, which is why most of her photos are taken ‘from above’. She also loves shutting down restaurants with her girlfriends. Well, not literally shutting them down, like calling the health inspector or something. More like just staying until they turn the lights off…

MJ is a member of the Romance Writers of America, as well as the International Women’s Writing Guild.

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Keep The Faith | Blog Tour

Book Title: Keep the Faith

Release Date: July 31, 2016

Author: Ana Tejano

As a community development worker, Faith was quite familiar with heartbreak and recovery after all the time she spent on disaster relief missions. So when her five-year relationship ends right before she left for a mission trip to a typhoon-stricken town in Iloilo, she tries not to make a big deal out of it. How can she be broken up about a breakup when she’s with people who literally lost everything?

But now that she’s back, all Faith wants is for her life to go back to normal and have people stop looking at her with pity. Never mind that she still has a lot of questions about the breakup, or that she feels a tiny ache every time her ex comes up in conversations. She’s okay now, and happily distracted by Nico Tamayo, the attractive new guy at work.

With new possibilities in the horizon, Faith thinks she is well on her way to moving on. But when her past comes calling back to her, will all the good things in her present be enough to keep her on the path? Or will she finally learn that there was more to heartbreak and recovery than what she knows?

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Excerpt #1:


I froze at the sound of that now all-too-familiar deep voice—now less sleepy—and my panic gave way to anger. I turned around slowly.

Nico’s expression was friendly, oblivious to my seething. “I just want to say sorry for sleeping on your desk. Alvin told me you were coming back but I thought it wasn’t until Monday so I didn’t transfer immediately.”

“Did you touch anything here?” I pointed to my cubicle’s walls, ignoring his apology.


“You’ve been using my desk since you got here. Did you remove anything?”

He shook his head, his messy hair flopping on his forehead. He brushed it away with a hand. “No. Why would I remove anything? I only sleep at other people’s desks, but I don’t take anything.” He gave me a cheeky grin at the last part, an attempt to make a joke, but I was too worked up to play along.

“Then what happened to my pictures, huh?”

“What pictures?”

I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned, and there was April, holding out a small paper bag. “Hey. I almost forgot to give you this.”

“April, do you know—”

“I heard you. They’re in the bag,” she interrupted gently. “I took your pictures down, okay? It’s not Nico’s fault. He didn’t even see them.”

I took the bag from her and peeked inside, and found the smiling face of my ex-boyfriend looking at me, beside my own. I was unprepared for the stab of pain when I saw our matching grins, remembering exactly when that photo was taken (second year anniversary, right after he took me out to dinner).

“I thought it would help if I cleaned it up when you told me what happened. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” She squeezed my arm, and left to answer her phone that started ringing again.

Squashing the urge to sort through the photos and memories, I shoved the paper bag in my bottom drawer, shutting the drawer with a loud click. When I looked up, I saw that Nico was gazing at me intently, and my face burned with shame again. Twice now. I can’t seem to get off on the right foot with this guy.

“I told you I didn’t know about anything,” he said, amused.

Well thanks a lot for rubbing it in. “If you hadn’t been sleeping on my desk then I wouldn’t have asked you.”

“Didn’t you learn much from what you saw on my profile?”

“I wasn’t stalking you!”

A small line formed between his eyebrows as if I was a Math problem that he was trying to solve. I tried to stare back at him but his brown eyes were too intense. Then to my surprise—and frustration—I saw the beginnings of a smirk tug at the corner of his lips.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” I crossed my arms.

Then his lips stretched into a full-fledged smile, a dimple popping on his right cheek. “I’m sorry. I promise I won’t sleep on your desk again.”

“Good,” I said with a firm nod. Then I started to feel a little silly for my outburst, especially after he seemed so gracious. “I’m sorry, too.”

“Peace?” he asked, extending his right hand to me. I uncrossed my arms and looked at his hand warily before glancing up at him again. He was still smiling.

“Okay,” I said, just a little begrudgingly, and reached out to shake his hand.

“My name is Nicolas, but everyone calls me Nico.”

“Hi, Nico,” I said, trying not to think of how warm his hand was. “I’m Faith. Faith Alvarez.” I let go of his hand. Too much hand-shaking was weird.

There was that dimple again. “I know.”

Excerpt #2:

The tiny tinkling sounds of the chime sounded extraordinarily loud in the empty office as she left. As soon as she disappeared from my view, I switched to my browser, and in less than a minute, I was staring at James’s smiling face on his social media profile page.

He had just changed his profile picture. His hair was shorter, shaved closer to his head. The last time he had this hairstyle was around three years ago. The photo looked like it was taken at a restaurant, and that he was with some people, but I could only see the shoulder of whoever was sitting beside him. I recognized the red and blue plaid polo shirt he was wearing—my birthday gift to him last year. Seeing that gave me a huge wave of relief. He hadn’t thrown it away.

I know cyberstalking my ex wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t like I hadn’t checked on his profile when we were together, but now that we’re not, I couldn’t help but look at it every time I logged on. This was all I could do while I mustered up the courage to reach out to him so we could talk about what happened, for my peace of mind.

James’ eyes crinkled whenever he smiled genuinely, like he was doing in this photo. A slight ache tugged at my heart as I stared at it but I shrugged it away as I scrolled down his timeline.

There wasn’t anything else new on his profile that I hadn’t seen the last time I checked (yesterday). With a tiny sigh, I clicked on some albums that he posted after the breakup to see if there were comments that I hadn’t seen yet.

“Faith, what are you still doing here?”

“Holy crap!” I shot out of my seat, and for the second time since last week, my heart leapt at the sight of Nico.

“Hey, hey, sorry.” He put down on the floor the big plastic box he was carrying and held up his hands, as if I was a wild animal about to bite him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you. I thought you heard me.”

“You think?” I exclaimed, taking a step away from him. My voice was shrill from the adrenaline running through my veins.

“I’ve been in the supply room all this time. April even said goodbye to me. I thought you left with her.”

“Why are you still here?” I struggled to keep my voice calm but my nerves were still strained. I jumped a little to shake it off, but my shaky knees made me stumble. Nico reached for my arms to keep me from losing my balance.

“Hey, be careful.” His grip was firm but gentle and helped to steady me, but my heart refused to calm down. I pulled away, stepped back, and leaned on the table, finding it more soothing to hold on to rather than Nico’s warm hands.

Excerpt #3:

“You’re here!” Rain greeted us happily when we got to the small function area that she reserved. It was already set up, with one long table at the center with about fifteen seats surrounding it, and another table on the side for presents.

“I didn’t realize we were expecting this many people,” I said.

“Some of his high school friends, people from college, and his sisters,” Rain explained. She motioned for me and Meah to help her with the banner, then climbed up one of the chairs, holding one end. “Lissa will be here, too. She’s just on cupcake duty.”

I passed more tape to Meah to secure her side of the banner when Rain’s phone, which was near me on the table, rang. Lissa’s face flashed on the screen. Rain jumped down from her spot, dropping her end of the banner. We made a face at her, but her panicked expression shut us up.

“Oh, fudge. Are they with you now?”  

Lissa’s tinny muffled voice from the phone was the only sound in the quiet room. Rain’s eyes were wide. “And you’re just about to park. Oh…okay. Can you give us about five minutes before coming in? Okay? Thanks.”

She hung up, and we watched as she took a few deep breaths before facing me. “Faith, I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Lissa just got here, with the cupcakes,” she said slowly. She glanced at Meah, who suddenly had this knowing look on her face. I had an idea what she was about to say, followed by a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“And…James is here with them. I’m so sorry, Faith. I didn’t invite him, promise, but he dropped by our place with Andrew, and Lissa invited them.”


“I can find a way for him to leave if you don’t want him here,” Rain said, clearly distressed. “I’m so sorry.”

Meah’s eyes were on me, ready to spur into action if needed. My ex-boyfriend was outside, and in a few moments I will see him again. We will be in one place, and this was my chance to talk to him after more than three months of not being in contact with him.

“Faith? What do you want us to do?” Rain asked.

I looked at her and slowly shook my head. “Nothing. It’s okay. Don’t worry about me. I don’t mind if he’s here.”

My friends exchanged looks. “Are you sure?”

I nodded firmly. “I told you guys I was fine, remember? And James and I will see each other sooner or later. Better now when I’m with you guys than when I’m by myself.”

So that was how I ended up in the same room with my ex-boyfriend a week after I got back, three months after our breakup.

Excerpt #4:

“So, French Fries, will you tell me who that guy is now?”

I looked at him with a start. Nico was near enough to have a clear view of my screen that showed a photo of James, and the screen gave off enough light for me to see his curious expression. I locked my phone, put it back in my bag, and looked out the window to avoid his intense gaze.

“Faith?” Nico said softly after the silence had stretched on long enough. My name sounded weird coming from his mouth after I had gotten used to his calling me French Fries. “I’m sorry. Look, I won’t press anymore—”

“He’s my ex,” I blurted out. He was silent so I sighed. “That guy in the pictures was my ex-boyfriend. But I’m pretty sure you figured it out already, or you must have heard about him from our colleagues.”

Without my phone, it was too dark for me to see his expression, but his hesitation filled the air. Finally, he said, “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

But that was the thing. Now that I’ve said it out loud, I wanted to talk about James, about us. His memory was now a phantom inside the van I felt I should entertain so it wouldn’t leave me.

I missed him so much.

“We were together for five years, and he broke up with me before I left for my last mission,” I started slowly.

“Oh,” Nico rubbed his face with his hand and let out a breath. “That sucks. I’m sorry.”

I shrugged, ignoring the pinch in my heart. “These things happen, unfortunately.”

I paused, sensing his discomfort again. I bit my lip to suppress a giggle; it was kind of amusing to see the confident Nicolas Tamayo fumble.

“Why did you break up?” he asked.

“He said he can’t do this anymore.”

Silence, then, “What the hell does that even mean?”

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Zoey Valentine is finally safe, tucked way miles underground in the fortified community of the Sanctuary. She can finally breathe easily.

But Sanctuary is far from what she imagined and she can’t help but feel trapped. Razi Cylon may be dead but Sekhmet, her evil corporation that created the Awakened, is still out there and it’s not long before citizens of Sanctuary are disappearing and reappearing, dead and mutilated, each one tagged with a note, a warning, signed by Razi herself.

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I blinked a few more times, staring at her. “Excuse me? There’s someone at the door? For me?” I ran my fingers through my bedridden hair and stared at her. “Who?”

“The Director,” she whispered, her eyes wide. Her expression told me that the Director visiting someone’s private quarters was not a regular occurrence. I hurried out of bed, pushing back the covers. I made sure my pajamas were at least on straight before heading to the door and pressing my wristband to the plate. 

The wristband was my life at Sanctuary. It contained all of my personal information, including everything about my health. It gave me access to my room and other places that I needed to be and it was the device that kept me updated with my daily schedule. When I had been granted one, after my original medical examinations, I learned that it didn’t come off and it was water resistant, amongst other things. The first few weeks, it had chaffed and I had rolled on top of it in my sleep many times, but now I was used to it. 

The doors slid open. Octavia was standing just outside the doorway. She looked perfect as usual, not at all like it was four in the morning. She wore black, the way everyone else wore black in this place, but she didn’t wear the same nondescript shirts and pants we did. She always managed to be in a dress or skirt, not a wrinkle or rumple in them. 

“Director,” I addressed her. “This is a surprise. Is there something wrong?”

“I apologize for waking you at such an hour, Zoey,” she said, a concerned look on her face. “But this is an urgent matter. Please follow me.”

I looked over my shoulder at Kaya, who looked frightened. My stomach dropped but I turned back to Octavia and nodded. “Of course.”

She led me down the hallway and out of the resident floors. We turned down into an unfamiliar corridor and ended up at a door, with a special access pad. I hadn’t seen one of these since arriving at Sanctuary. She pressed her thumb to it and it opened soundlessly. Behind the door was an elevator and we hurried inside. 

The elevator traveled up and up until it finally came to a halt. When we exited, we were met with Octavia’s second in command, Patrick, who was standing with a rumpled Ash. My stomach dropped even more. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” I asked, rushing toward him. 

Ash’s arms reached out and quickly wrapped around me. I pressed my face against his chest, inhaling his scent. “I’m fine. I didn’t know you would be here. Are you okay?”

I pulled away slightly and looked up at him. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” I looked over at Octavia and Patrick. “What is going on?”

“Please, follow us,” was the only answer we received as we rushed after them. We didn’t have to go very far until we turned into a very large office. Octavia crossed the room and sat down at the chair behind the desk, while Patrick perched on the edge of it. Two empty chairs were in front, obviously for us. Ash collapsed in one seat and pulled me into his lap. Both Octavia and Patrick stared at us, but I took comfort in Ash’s warmth. Whatever was about to happen, I was happy he was there. 

“We received a…package an hour ago. It was accompanied with a note. The note was addressed to you. We took the package immediately, and you will receive that in just a moment.” Octavia reached for an envelope on the desk and handed it to me. 

My fingers shook as I took the envelope. My name was written in perfect handwriting on the front. I stared at it before using a fingernail to break the seal. A note fell out, on a small square of cardstock. My hands gripped it tightly as my eyes roamed the page. They widened and I gasped. “No. NO. This can’t be real.”

“Zoey?” Ash’s voice was low in my ear. When I didn’t answer, he grabbed the note out of my hand and read it out loud. “Zoey, I hope you enjoy my gift. I am so looking forward to seeing you again. Fondly…” He paused and his face paled. “Razi Cylon.” Ash’s fists clenched, the note crumpling in his hand. “What the fuck?”

“Language, Mr. Matthews,” Patrick said, but Ash didn’t listen. 

“This is a joke, right? It’s not real. Dr. Razi Cylon is dead. She can’t be writing notes to Zoey because she’s dead. I saw her die. I saw her get shot.”

“You yourself were shot at the moment that this happened, Mr. Matthews,” Octavia pointed out. “Forgive me if your witness is not taken as fact.” 

“I, however, was not shot,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “I saw her get shot. Bert shot her in the throat. How could she even survive that?”
“Razi Cylon has some of the best doctors in the world at her facility. It would not be impossible that she survived. This is also her handwriting. That much is true.”

My breathing grew erratic and for a moment, the world went black. It was like every nightmare came to life. She was alive. The past three months of safety were nothing but a farce. She was alive. She would never stop. She would never stop until I was dragged, kicking and screaming, back into her underground hellhole. She would never stop until I was in her control again. “She can’t be. She just can’t be.”

Ash’s hand rubbed my back again and again in circles. His warm palm against my back was a source of comfort and I focused on that, not on the fact that my world was crumbling down around me. “What was the package? What is this gift?”

It was the only moment that Octavia showed anything more than complete calmness. “I think it would be better to show you. Perhaps we can understand the meaning of it more.” She gestured toward the guard at the door and he opened it. Someone stepped in and I nearly fell off Ash’s lap. 

He was beaten, broken. There were bruises along his jawline and he looked much smaller than the last time I had seen him. His hair was longer and he was barely standing. But I knew him. I would never forget that face. 
I jumped up, nearly sprinting across the room. “Liam. Liam.”

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Josh & Anna And Gabe & Claire | Blog Tour

Josh & Anna and Gabe & Claire Eliza Freed

Publication date: November 15th 2016

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

No marriage is perfect.

Josh and Anna Montgomery are trying to have a baby. Well, Anna is. Josh is making the minimum contribution necessary, and it’s ruining their relationship.

Gabe Hawkins is trying to survive the wild ride that is life with his wife, Claire. It’s passionate everywhere but in their bedroom.

For these four friends, the difficulties of their marriages are camouflaged by hazy happy hours, extravagant vacations, picturesque weddings, and sleeping in. The possibilities of their youth are wilting in the light of their waning twenties, and on one fateful night, four friends become two. Survivors become lovers. Truths are told, and nothing seems like forever anymore.

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Eliza Freed graduated from Rutgers University and returned to her hometown in rural South Jersey. Her mother encouraged her to take some time and find herself. After three months of searching, she began to bounce checks and her neighbors began to talk; her mother told her to find a job.

She settled into Corporate America, learning systems and practices and the bureaucracy that slows them. Eliza quickly discovered her creativity and gift for story telling as a corporate trainer and spent years perfecting her presentation skills and studying diversity. It’s during this time she became an avid observer of the characters we meet and the heartaches we endure. Her years of study have taught her laughter is the key to survival, even when it’s completely inappropriate.

She currently lives in New Jersey with her family and a misbehaving beagle named Odin. An avid swimmer, if Eliza is not with her family and friends, she’d rather be underwater. While she enjoys many genres, she has always been a sucker for a love story…the more screwed up the better.

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I love this story. The whole intriguing plotline and the vibrant characters. I never really felt bored as I drift through the story.

I highly recommend this book if you’re looking for a fun and enjoyable read with also a hint of love. 


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Title: The Destined 

Author: E.J. Mellow

Series: The Dreamland #3

Publication Date: October 17th 2016

Genres: Fantasy, New Adult

I searched for you in the stars tonight.

But I found none

that burned as bright as you.

—Part of a letter from Dev to Molly

With the loss of Terra’s greatest weapon, the war against darkness escalates rapidly, and time is on no one’s side. While Dev struggles to keep his home and hope alive, Molly and Rae find themselves forced to confront a desperately kept secret and quickly learn that a life-altering sacrifice is the asking price to restore order.

Nightmares, betrayal, the fate of two worlds, and one man’s hunger for vengeance lead Molly down a twisted and dark path she fears she might never come back from. Cornered into making a heart-wrenching decision, Molly teeters between deliverance and damnation. Who is worth saving most—a nation or the one she loves?

From Award Winning author, E.J. Mellow, comes the breathtaking conclusion of The Dreamland Series. A story that will take you on a spine-tingling and gripping ride through self-sacrifice, the true power of love, and the importance of friendship. 

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    Our Demons, Best Friends (Half of Me #1)

    Ava and Sebastian are two medical residents who in a perfect world, would really like each other. But both of them are closely watched by their demons. Their baggage is not light – Ava has hers carefully folded in vacuum bags to occupy as little room as possible; Sebastian wears his like a lead armor that makes him slouch sometimes. They like each other, but how are their demons going to get along?


     “Monday morning I woke up to find Miles in the kitchen making pancakes and bacon, with the proudest look on his face. I smiled. This boy keeps surprising me.  

    “Don’t look at me like that,” he said when he saw me next to the undersized kitchen island. “This is not going to happen every day, so don’t get your hopes up. I’m doing it because today’s special and I wanted to say thanks for letting a guy live with you, I guess.”

    “If you say so,” I said as I took a strip of bacon and began chewing on it. Man, the guy can cook. I was still smiling at his innocence. If he thinks he can spoil three girls with limited cooking skills only once and then give up . . . he clearly doesn’t have sisters.

    “I won’t!” he insisted after deciphering the thought behind my smile.

    “OK. . . ,” I said, grinning while still chewing on the bacon. This time, he didn’t fight me; he just rolled his eyes.

    “Oh, my God, Miles! You’re cooking!”

    Emily’s voice is really high in the morning. Is that normal?

    “I, mmm, love, mmm, you!” She was trying to express gratitude with a mouthful of bacon.

    Miles loved the attention, of course. While I was looking at him with my eyebrows slightly elevated, as if to say, You will not only do this again, but you’ll do it because you want to!, he caught my look and with an elevated voice, barely keeping a straight face, he said, “I won’t!”

    “OK, calm down, master chef!”

    “Paige, come out of your den and see what Miles did!” Em yelled in the direction of Paige’s room. She clearly didn’t have the concept of a quiet morning.

    “Is that what I smell?” Paige had her head in the living room in a second. She was wearing pink bunny PJs. Her choice of outfit was actually the only thing that made sense this morning.

    “I thought the neighbors were cooking. I was dreaming about knocking on their door and asking to move in.”

    She’s funny in the morning. Probably didn’t have the time to go inside her fortress yet.

    “This is so nice of you!” Emily turned towards a working Miles. “To offer to cook for the girls who cannot fend for themselves.”

    As Miles was slowly turning her way, probably ready to explain how this was a “one-time thing,” I started fake-coughing to hide my laughter. Emily and Paige were both eyeing me, so I had to explain my reaction.

    “He’s under the impression this is going to be a one-time thing,” I said.

    They both started laughing hysterically and gave poor Miles a kiss on the cheek. He liked the attention, so I didn’t feel too bad for him.”

    Love Me While I’m Gone (Half of Me #2)

    For a very long time, my biggest accomplishments had nothing to do with what I really wanted. When I decided to give up my mother’s dream and fight for my own, I never imagined choosing one dream could put me on the path of the one I never knew I wanted – meeting him. Collin. He quickly went from a friend to a companion, to soul mate, to heartbreak.

    After he left Chicago, leaving me with nothing more than a text message, I only had one sane choice – to act like he never existed and go on with my life. A ghost can’t break your heart.

    But now he’s back and he’s prepared to prove me otherwise. Is it possible to love someone against your will?




    Today the floor was pulled from under my feet. The grip gravity had on me made me feel like the fall would never end. My body ached from the sudden use of all my muscles at once and my breathing was coming in fast, shallow breaths. I probably should mention the floor I’m talking about is a metaphorical one and the reason my body was reacting the way it did, was a guy. A guy I never thought I’d see again but was somehow staring right at me, his eyes as wide as mine.

    The only one in the elevator was him. Collin. I would say my Collin, but I don’t think he actually ever belonged to me. Not even when the only thing separating us was our breaths combined. No, don’t go there! The way my eyes protested when I tried to blink again made me realize I was staring at him, unblinking, like a creep. For a really long time. Long enough for the elevator to start closing its doors again with me still outside, on the hallway of the hospital I just started working in as an intern. My first day. My first hours, in fact. My first elevator ride. And he’s here. In scrubs. Shit!


    I can’t believe I’m in my third year of residency already. The fact that I should actually be in my fourth and final year it’s even more mind-blowing. I can’t bring myself to regret missing that year, not even now. I know it was the right thing to do and I’d probably do it all over again, although I would change one major thing about it. I would give anything to go back in time and find her. Explain. Ask her to wait for me. I still think about having her in my arms. Not one goddamn day passes that I don’t wish for it.

    The elevator doors close behind me as soon as I step inside and I take another deep breath. I need it every time I think about her. My Em. Every day I enter this hospital decided to ask Em’s sister, Lana, about her and every day I decide against it all over again. It would kill me to hear she has someone. Or worse, if she’s engaged or something. What idiot could have her and let her go? I can only think of one…

    Chicken shit as I feel, at least I’m happy in my ignorance. Almost. Not really. Ok, I feel like crap! I’ve been back for more than a year and although I see Lana a few times a week and sometimes even have lunch together, she never once mentioned her sister. Maybe she finally went to Europe, the way she always said she would. It kills me not to know, but it could just the same kill me to find out.

    The first pager ping of the year makes me jump. But only internally. I’m a guy, after all. We don’t get skittish. I take it out of its pocket and check what the emergency is just as the elevator doors open one more time before dropping me off one floor below. Nobody comes in so I lift my head to see if I can push the button that closes the doors again. My heart stops in my chest only to start again in the next second, beating like a maniac. I wonder if that’s how it feels like before having a heart attack.

    Emily’s pupils are suddenly so big, they don’t allow me to see the beautiful deep brown of her eyes. I know the color is there, but I would’ve liked seeing it. I’ve missed it. I’ve missed her. So much, my chest aches at the sight of her so close to me. Her mouth opens and closes, but she doesn’t say anything. I think I’m just as shocked as she is because the doors close and I still can’t zap some sense into my brain. I never expected to see her again. Not in this hospital. Not in scrubs. She works here and by the look on her face, she must hate me. She should. I’m a fucking douchebag.

    Color Me Yours (Half of Me #3)

    What happens if you wake up one morning and you don’t recognize the person staring back at you in the mirror? When you throw yourself into a relationship so deeply, it swallows you whole and spits you out a totally different person? A person you don’t particularly like… For Paige, it takes ten minutes to decide she needs to go back to Chicago, the first place she ever called home and the last she felt like herself in. The place where she’ll find a purpose and friends she never knew she needed.

    But what if her best friend starts to see her before she sees herself? Can she trust him to search between scattered pieces and handpick the ones that belong only to her?


     We find the college and the floor we’re supposed to be on just in time. When we get to the second floor, there are six more people waiting outside the classroom, everyone talking in pairs. The teacher opens the door and motions for everyone to come inside.

    “Please, take a seat wherever you like,” she says, then goes to the front of the medium-sized room. The place looks like a normal classroom, except the desks are individual, taller and made out of wood, and there is no desk for the teacher. On either side of the room are sculptures, all in different stages of the process. I want to look at them closer, but everyone is already in their seats. Miles silently asks me where should we sit and I choose one desk closer to the windows. He follows me and takes the one next to mine. They’re close enough that we could talk if needed. Or allowed.

    “Hello, everyone, and welcome to Introduction to Sculpting!” the teacher begins. “My name is Alexandra, but you can call me Lexi. I’ll be your teacher for the next couple of hours.” Now that I’m here, I’m actually really excited. I’ve always wanted to try something like this. Art, in general, has always interested me.

    I turn to Miles and beam at him. He chuckles silently and turns around to pay attention to the teacher speaking.

    “Since this is your very first class, we should begin with a small introduction of the objects you all have in front of you.”

    I look at the things on my desk and see a big plastic container full of clay and a few instruments by its side. Lexi tells us all about the different types of clay and why she chose this particular oil-based one for our first session, and then she proceeds to explain what the instruments are called and when should we use them. I find it all so extremely interesting, I barely acknowledge the presence of anybody else around me. Except Miles. I steal glances his way whenever I hear something particularly fascinating, trying to gauge his reaction to it all. Is he enjoying this as much as I am?

    “Now that you have the basic info, we should get started with the fun part,” Lexi says. She makes us take a blob of clay the size of our fists from the plastic container in front of us and knead it until it’s soft and malleable. Meanwhile, she speaks.

    “Let’s talk about the human anatomy for a bit,” she begins.

    “Now this part we should be good at,” Miles leans towards me and says, making me laugh.

    “We do have an advantage here,” I agree, nodding.

    “When I say ‘nose’ or ‘ear,’” Lexi continues, “everyone has an image popping into their heads. There isn’t any doubt we’re all thinking about the same thing, right? But how much attention do we actually pay to these small body parts? Enough to know every detail, every crease? Enough to be able to sculpt it?”

    Miles and I, as confident as we were a second ago, look at each other wide-eyed.

    “Let’s see. How about we all try to sculpt a nose?” Lexi asks. “I’ll work right by your side.” She takes a seat at one of the desks and starts molding some clay.

    “Hmm.” Miles turns my way. “Whose nose should I make?”  

    Everyone has started whispering and giggling while trying to sculpt noses, so I don’t feel the need to remain silent, either.

    “Your own, probably,” I tell him.

    “Yeah, I don’t think so.” He gets up from his desk and moves it a few inches closer to mine. Now our elbows are touching. He puts an elbow on his workspace, his head resting on his hand, and stares at me for a good couple of minutes. I try my best to ignore him and mold the clay in front of me in the shape required, but it’s practically impossible with him staring at me like that.

    “Stop staring at my nose!” I whisper-shout, making him laugh. “I can’t focus!”

    “No, no,” Lexi says, making us both look her way. We didn’t even hear her approaching us. “That’s good. Look at each other; observe the size, the details.”

    “See?” Miles says. “The teacher says I can stare at you for as long as I want.” He smirks at me and moves even closer.

    This class is doomed to fail, I think to myself.

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    Author: Trisha Leaver

    Paperback release date: April 26, 2016

    Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR) | Square Fish

    Pages: 304

    Formats: Paperback 978-1250073624) | hardcover (978-0374300463) | audio (978-1501212222) | eBook (ASIN: B00OFKKFFQ)

    Genre: YA Contemporary

    Ages: 12 and up


    Twin sisters. A fatal accident. A devastating lie. Which girl survived?

    “A girl takes over her twin sister’s identity in this emotionally charged page-turner about the complicated bond between sisters.”

    Ella and Maddy Lawton are identical twins. Ella has spent her high school years living in popular Maddy’s shadows, but she has never been envious of Maddy. In fact, she’s chosen the quiet, safe confines of her sketchbook over the constant battle for attention that has defined Maddy’s world.

    When–after a heated argument–Maddy and Ella get into a tragic accident that leaves Maddy dead, Ella wakes up in the hospital surrounded by loved ones who believe she is Maddy. Feeling responsible for Maddy’s death and everyone’s grief, Ella makes a split-second decision to pretend to be Maddy. And everyone believes her. Caught in a web of lies, Ella is faced with two options–confess her deception and risk devastating those who loved Maddy, or give up her own dreams and live her sister’s life.

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    *”Leaver’s brilliant novel is the high school version of What Happened to Janie? The compelling premise will attract readers and the strong characterization will keep them enthralled.” -VOYA, STARRED REVIEW

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    The Excerpt

    I don’t remember her room being so cold. Even snuggled into her sweater the chill seeps in, settling into my bones like a whisper from beyond. That’s where I will sleep tonight…in Maddy’s bed, surround by her scent. Mom wants to change the sheets, but I won’t let her. The hint of vanilla mingled with Alex’s dark cologne brings a little piece of my sister back to me each night.

    The only thing I have left of my old life is a few sketches and a poor replica of the friendship bracelet Josh gave me. It took me days to re-create, to weave the strings into the right pattern. It’s not perfect, but it goes with me everywhere, a tiny reminder of who I once was and what Josh still means to me. The real bracelet is gone, cut off and tossed aside just like my life.

    I want to make peace with my choice, but Maddy’s secret haunts me. The dark pieces of her life are hid- den in the back of her closet for no one but me to see. She’s not who I thought she was, but that doesn’t matter. Maddy was my sister, my twin sister, and I’ll do anything for her, including losing myself.

    The Teasers

    There was a fear behind his words, a fear that I would change my mind and reveal a secret I didn’t even know.”

    “I am already gone. I died that night on the side of the road with my sister.”

    About Trisha Leaver

    Trisha Leaver lives on Cape Cod with her husband, three children, and one rather disobedient black lab. She is a chronic daydreamer who prefers the cozy confines of her own imagination to the mundane routine of everyday life. She writes Young Adult Contemporary Fiction, Historical Fiction, Psychological Horror and Science Fiction and is published with FSG/ Macmillan, Flux/Llewellyn and Merit Press. Her YA Contemporary, THE SECRETS WE KEEP, was named one of the best YA novels for summer (2015) by Teen Vogue and received starred reviews from VOYA Magazine and School Library Journal (audio). For more details, check out her website at

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