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All Davis Way really wants to do is get married – or does she?

Davis Way Book #3, Double Strike, is #Mystery/#Romance/#JustPlainFun. If you are looking for a great mysteries that makes you laugh out loud, then Gretchen Archer’s Davis Way Mysteries are the books for you. When Davis gets appointed the social media specialist for the grand opening of The Stike, a casino within the Bellisimo casino, everything comes up #hashtags. A fire in her employer’s residence postpones Davis’s #wedding, double dealings at the casino seem likely to #delay it forever, and Davis ends up splashed all over #onlinemedia.

Can Davis pull it all together, prevent the casino from losing millions and save her bosses cranky wife? You’ll find out in #DoubleStrike!

I’m in love with the Davis Way Novels. Gretchen Archer has a unique voice combined with a great sense of humor, and she’s not afraid to use them. If you know me, then you know that I rarely read books that have the potential to depress me. Life is already gritty enough for me, I want my entertainment to make me laugh. On laughs alone I’d give all three of the Davis Way Novels, Double Whammy, Double Dip and Double Strike five stars each. They are wacky, but not unbelievable. In fact, there are days when my life resembles Davis Way’s life. Just when you think nothing else can possibly go wrong…

The writing is crisp and we are privy to Davis Way’s every thought. We can see why her life is a runaway train. We cheer when she pulls it all back together. And if Davis Way can get her act together, then dog-gone-it, there is still hope for me.

I love to hate Archer’s antagonists. There’s Bianca Sanders, the bosses wife, Davis’s double and the bane of her life. She is mean, self-centered and downright lazy. She’d rather send Davis to speak with the headmaster at her son’s school that be bothered to do it herself. (Although come to think of it, I wouldn’t mind a body double myself. She could do all the waiting around for kids at practices and I could swoop in at the last minute for every play, musical or soccer game. Hmm. I wish.)

Davis’s ex-ex-husband, Eddie Crawford, is next in the making-her-life-hell lineup. He’s a major sleaze ball with a need for money and a way of getting from Davis. If something shady going on you can bet Eddie is in on it. But just when Davis is sure he’s irredeemable she catches Eddie doing the right thing. Go figure.  And when Davis really needs him… he might just come through – to the chagrin of his mother, who will never, ever, ever forgive Davis – for anything.

Along with the constant irritants in Davis’s life each book has its own really evil dude, so of course, Double Strike has its Villains – but I won’t spoil the surprise. Read Double Strike, you won’t regret it.

 

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DESIRED by Stacey Kennedy

Readers of FIFTY SHADES OF GREY are sure to love DESIREDStacey Kennedy’s latest seductive, electrifying novel of Club Sin, where fantasy becomes reality.

 

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Series: Club Sin (DESIRED, book #3, BARED, book #2, CLAIMED, book #1)

Author: Stacey Kennedy

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance – BDSM

Release Date: August 5, 2013

Number of Pages: 292

Publisher: Random House – Loveswept

Format: Digital eBook

ISBN: 9780553391183

“Sexy, sensual, and totally seductive … Stacey Kennedy sure knows how to make a girl swoon.”—New York Times bestselling author Tracy Wolff

Synopsis:  

Kyler Morgan, Master at the legendary Club Sin in Las Vegas, knows how to give women what they want—too well. He hasn’t had a real challenge in a long time. Then Ella Snow enters his life. Beautiful, inhibited, and innocent in the ways of submission and domination, Ella is the new blood he’s been lusting after. Soon, the thrill of training her to embrace his world brings forth desires Kyler cannot control.

After ending an abusive relationship, Ella makes a promise to herself to start living life to the fullest. It’s one of the reasons she seeks out Club Sin. Here, Kyler’s every touch is a lesson in liberation, stirring passions that have no bounds. But as she falls under Kyler’s command, Ella discovers that some secrets are so dark they must come to light. Submission alone may not be enough to save her, leaving her Master with only one question: How can he help Ella heal while unlocking the deep pleasures she craves?

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staceykennedySTACEY KENNEDY is the USA Today bestselling author of the CLUB SIN series. Growing up, Stacey’s mind wandered the path less traveled and that path most often led to love. She has always broken rules and she continues to feed off emotion – staying true to her heart. Those traits are now the bones of her stories. She lives in southwestern Ontario with her husband, who puts any of the heroes in her books to shame, and their two young children. If she’s not on mom duty or plugging away at a new story, you’ll find Stacey camping in the summer, hibernating in the winter and obsessing over Penny Dreadful, Game of Thrones and Sons of Anarchy.

 

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“Deliciously sexy, Claimed will captivate you at once, leading you on an erotic journey that you won’t want to end. A fabulous talent, Kennedy shines in this fast-paced and exciting novel.”New York Times bestselling author Cheyenne McCray

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Title: Sweet Possession
Series: Sweet Addiction #2
Author: J Daniels
 Release Date: September 19, 2014

 

Synopsis

A sassy, in-your-face baker. A panty-stealing, dirty-talking accountant. And a bathroom quickie that changed their lives forever.


Wedding hook-ups never amount to anything.
Unless that hook-up knocks you on your ass.

For Dylan Sparks and Reese Carroll, the big day can’t arrive soon enough. Dylan, stressed to the max from overbearing mothers and last minute preparations, struggles to keep her sanity. As for Reese, he’s fighting to not only keep his bride-to-be safe from creepy investors, but also to make it to the actual wedding day without losing his mind in the process.

Throw in a crazy group of friends, and a bachelor/bachelorette party weekend getaway, and you have a recipe for the sweetest wedding of the year.

Reese Carroll and Dylan Sparks cordially invite you to read Sweet Possession.

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Why do people even bother with weddings?

I know, that sounds insane coming from a
person who makes a living off creating decadent wedding cakes for the happy
couples. The crazy-in-love future Mr. and Mrs. are what keeps Dylan’s Sweet
Tooth afloat, and without weddings, I wouldn’t be able to afford my rent. Not
to mention the fact that if it weren’t for dumbass ex-boyfriend weddings,
there’s a chance I would’ve never have met Reese and I honestly can’t imagine
not having him in my life. But in my defense, I’ve never had to sit and listen
to hours of debating whether cotton-blend or silk napkins are the best choice
for my big day.

Until now.
Joey lets out an
irritated sigh and gestures toward the direction of my mother and soon-to-be
mother-in-law who are loudly arguing at my consultation table. “This shit makes
me want to drink at 9:00 a.m. How many times have I suggested to you that we
keep hard liquor in the back? We could totally make a drinking game out of this
mess.”
I tilt my head up
to meet his eyes. “What, and take a shot every time one of them utters the
phrase, ‘this will be the wedding I’ve always dreamed of’? We’d be tanked
before the lunch rush.”
He nods, smiling
over his coffee cup. “Exactly, and we’d be completely oblivious to this
annoying discussion that you couldn’t care less about anyway.”
Joey’s right. I
really didn’t care what type of fabric the napkins were; I really didn’t care
about much of anything. I’ve pretty much left everything in the hands of my
trusted best friend who could plan a wedding wearing a blindfold. I only had a
few stipulations: the cake and my dress. That’s it. Napkins? Who the fuck cares
about napkins?
He slides closer
to me, dropping his voice to a hushed whisper although, with the noise level
currently booming through the bakery, I’ll definitely be the only one hearing
him. “I knew your mother was a little nutty when it came to marrying you off,
planning this shit since you were nineteen and all, but Reese’s mother is
bat-shit crazy. Did you hear her say she wanted to come out with us for your
bachelorette party? Can you imagine?”
I shrug once
before leaning against the counter. “I don’t even know what I want to do for
that. Maybe we’ll just have like a spa day or something and if that’s the case,
who cares if she tags along?”
His mouth drops
open, letting escape a loud, dramatic gasp. “Um, no. We will be going to a
strip club if I have to throw you over my shoulder and pull a Reese on you
myself. That’s what you do for bachelorette parties. Why the hell do my two
best friends not know that?”
“Excuse you. Juls’
bachelorette party didn’t involve any naked men, and we still had a great time.
Who says we have to go to a strip club?”
“I do,” he says
through a tense jaw. “The only reason I let that shit slide for Juls was
because I was in charge of babysitting her dumbass sister, and I knew I’d be
distracted if I had a bunch of dicks in my face.”
I arch my brow at
him. “Isn’t that a typical Saturday night for you?” We both chuckle together,
and my attention is suddenly drawn to my mother who is throwing napkins into the
air.
“Dylan,
sweetheart, silk or cotton-blend?” she asks, tapping her foot on the hard tile.
I flick my gaze
between the two mothers who are both silently pleading with me to pick their
choice. If I had to guess, I’d say my mother wants the silk, but Maggie Carroll
is giving off a bit of a fancy vibe right now. She’s head to toe in designer
clothing, which is screaming silk at the moment. Shit. I really don’t care one way or the other, but who the hell do I
side with on this one?
I grimace and nervously tap on the glass display
case. “Um, does it matter? They’re napkins. People are going to be wiping their
mouths with them.”
“It matters a
great deal,” Maggie says, picking up two napkin swatches and carrying them over
to me. “The silk is much more sophisticated. And given the location you’ve
chosen for the reception, I think that’s the one you should go for.”
“But the cotton
blend comes in this antique-white color that would go beautifully with the
pale-gray bridesmaids dresses,” my mother adds, joining Maggie’s side.
Jesus. Since when does it matter if the napkins match
the bridesmaid dresses?
I look back and
forth between the two of them before turning toward Joey. “Thoughts?”
“Nope. I’m afraid
you’re on your own there, cupcake.” He backs away and sips his coffee, leaving
me alone in my misery.
I reach out and
feel both choices between my fingers. “Um, well, I guess the cotton is most
likely cheaper? So, why don’t we go with that?”
Maggie gently
lays her hand on top of mine. “Oh, sweetie, money is not an issue. If you want
the silk napkins…”
“She just said
she wants the cotton blend,” my mother states with a firm tone. “Which I agree
with, sweetheart. Beautiful choice.”
“But, Helen, the
silk would be so much more… elegant.”
I drop my
forehead to my hands and groan my irritation while the two of them continue to
hash it out. Who cares about napkins! Am
I completely crazy for not giving a shit about this tiny, insignificant detail?
The guests could wipe their mouths on their coat sleeves for all I care.
This is how it’s
been for the past six months. Ever since Reese and I got engaged, our mothers
have been in a battle of who can plan the better wedding, and poor Juls and I
have been stuck in the middle, trying to rein in the madness. They’ve been so
crazy about this whole thing, I’ve found myself contemplating the benefits of a
Vegas wedding. Unfortunately, my soon-to-be husband is dead-set on marrying me
in front of all our families and is having no part of that discussion. Every
time I suggest he steal me away for a quickie wedding, he just shuts me up with
his mouth, or his cock. And because I’m weak with lust around that man, and
given the fact my head is sure to explode soon from all this momma drama, I
bring it up. Often.
The front door
chimes and I look up, smiling as my best friend strolls into the bakery. She
takes one look at the mothers waving napkin swatches into the air and
immediately goes into wedding-planner mode.
“Ohhhh, no. There
will not be any changes made. Give me those.” She snatches the napkin samples
from the two mothers who both stare at her with shocked expressions. This is
the Juls I know and love, the one who knows how to run shit. “This wedding is
happening in ten days, and all decisions are final. And really, the napkin
issue? Again?” She motions toward me with a crumpled-up napkin in her hand.
“The bride-to-be doesn’t care about the napkins. In fact, you two are the only
people I know who have ever cared
about the napkins. And I’ve planned over one hundred weddings. For the love of
God, let it go.”
My mother crosses
her arms over her chest and sneers at Juls. “You know what, Julianna? One of
these days, when you’re planning your daughter’s
wedding, you’ll care about the napkins.”
“I seriously
doubt that. Besides, I’m planning on having all boys.”
Maggie and my
mother grab their purses off the consultation table while Juls smiles in her
minor victory over the two of them. The moms both walk around the counter and
smother me with affection.
“We’re going to
go swing by the venue to take another look around,” Maggie says as she releases
me from a hug. “Now, don’t forget to let me know about the bachelorette party.
I’m all in.”
“Ha!” Joey yells
from the kitchen.
I smile and clear
my throat loudly, hoping to cover up the end of my dear assistant’s crack-up.
“Tell Mr. Carroll I said hello.”
My mother kisses
my cheek and smiles. “I’m sure the napkins you originally picked out will
suffice.”
“Mom,” I say in a
warning tone. “There’s still a chance I’ll convince Reese to cancel this whole
thing and get hitched in Vegas.” Her eyes widen, along with Maggie’s who
swivels in place to gawk at me. “Don’t push it.”
“That’s not even
funny,” she retorts, swatting at me with her clutch.
Once the two
wedding-obsessed mothers exit the shop, Juls lets out an ‘I’m glad I’m not in
your shoes’ chuckle and Joey reemerges from the back. I slouch back against the
counter top, feeling a Vegas wedding now more than ever. “I cannot wait until
all this is over with. How I’ve managed to survive the last six months without being
heavily-medicated or drunk off my ass twenty-four hours a day is beyond me.”
“Reese’s mother,
though she has impeccable fashion sense, is out of her mind. I am not having a
fucking chaperone at your bachelorette party,” Joey states with a shake of his
head. Apparently, keeping my future mother in-law away from whatever I decide
to do for my last night of freedom is his only concern.
Juls tosses the
napkin swatches into the trashcan, which will hopefully be the last time I ever
lay eyes on them. She returns to her spot on the other side of the display
case. “Speaking of which, what are we doing for that, anyway? You wanna go to
Clancy’s like we did for mine? That was fun.”
Joey slams his
hand down on the counter, gaining our attention immediately. “For fuck’s sake.
What the hell is wrong with you two? Spa days? Clubs that have been played out?
I wanna do things that I’ll be ashamed to tell people about. Let me live, damn
it.”
“I’m sorry, but
is this your bachelorette party? Did
Billy pop the question and you’ve decided to keep that information from us?”
Juls asks, biting back her smile. It cracks through and she winks at Joey whose
mood has suddenly waned, no doubt in response to the reminder that he isn’t
engaged yet.
He shrugs
dismissively. “Whatever. You bitches can celebrate with watered-down drinks and
facials. Just don’t be surprised if I bail on it.”
I slide closer to
him and wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my face into his shirt. Tilting
my head up, I see him smiling down at me. “I’ll choose something fun. You have
to be there; it wouldn’t be the same without you.”
“She’s right.”
Juls rounds the counter and mimics my position against Joey’s back. “We’d miss
you terribly, JoJo.”
He grunts above
us. “You’re lucky I’d do anything for either one of you.” Juls and I both
unlock our death grips from him and stand side by side. “But I swear to Christ,
there better at least be a cake shaped like a penis at this thing.”
“Chocolate or
vanilla?” I ask teasingly.
He smiles,
bending down and removing a half-empty tray of pastries from the display case.
“Chocolate. I’ve never had black dick.”
Juls and I both
chuckle as he walks toward the kitchen, giving us a scandalous eyebrow raise
over his shoulder.
“So, I have a favor to ask you.” Juls pulls me into the far corner
behind the bakery counter, clearly wanting to put distance between this favor
and Joey. Oh, Lord. My best friend
doesn’t ask me for many favors but when she does, they’re usually whoppers. A
certain wedding dress she made me try on months ago comes to mind. I motion for
her to spill it, and she eyes me up nervously. “Umm… so, Brooke got fired from
her job at that bank. Apparently, she was caught blowing one of the other
tellers during work hours.”
“Good Lord.”  That sounds
about right, though. Brooke Wicks was in the running for horniest bitch in Chicago, competing solely
with Joey.
“Yeah, she needs a job and
fast; otherwise, she’ll lose her apartment.” My eyes widen, the realization of
her favor hitting me. “And since you’re so busy at the shop…”
“No fucking way.”
 She fists both hands at her
side. “Oh, come on, Dyl. She’s having trouble finding something, and she’s been
looking for over a month.” Her face softens and she reaches out to me, pulling
my hand into hers. “Please? If she loses her apartment, she has to move in with
Ian and me. And that shit can’t happen. I love my sister, but I can’t live with
her.”
“What about moving back in with your parents?”
“Not an option. She and my mom would kill each other.” She pauses
and squeezes my hand gently. “I really want to help her out.”
Damn it. This has bad news written all over it, but I have trouble saying no
to Juls. She’s always been there for me. Always. I groan and her eyes light up.
“Fine. She can start Monday. But don’t think I won’t fire her just because
she’s your sister.” She pulls me into a hug with an excited squeal. I cringe as
Joey strolls through the doorway, coming from the kitchen. He grins, adorably
oblivious to the information that will surely send him into a shit-fit. “I
should really make you drop this bomb on him,” I mumble under my breath.
“Oh, relax. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Yeah, okay. We’ll see about that.”
We both release each other and Juls spins on her heels, walking over
toward Joey and placing her hand on his shoulder. “Don’t freak out.”
His eyes widen with a curious fear. “If I don’t get my penis cake,
I’ll disown both of you. Nobody comes between me and my dick-shaped sweets.”
I walk up to him and brace myself for the reaction that is sure to
blow the roof off this building. “Joey. JoJo. Bestest friend.” He rolls his
eyes as I play with the string on my apron, wrapping it around my finger. “You
know how busy we’ve been lately with custom orders and all the spring weddings
coming up? It’s getting pretty crazy in here, and I think maybe it’s time I
hired another employee.”
“That’s fantastic.” His body relaxes and he glances between Juls and
myself. His brows set into a hard line. “Why the hell do I have a feeling I’m
about to regret those words?”
“Just remember how much you love us,” Juls says. “And this… addition
will allow you and Dylan to spend more time together. The benefits are sure to
outweigh any concern you might have.”
I pause, waiting to see if he’ll pick up on the clues that are
obvious to me. It only takes him a few seconds; the reaction spreads through
him like a wild fire.
He squeezes his eyes closed tightly, reaching up and rubbing his
temples with his fingers. “Please tell me this addition is a blind monkey,
because they would surely get more accomplished than who I fear you’re about to
say.”
“Brooke could be a good addition, Joey,” I state with a mild
assurance.
“Are you insane? Why the fuck would you hire that mess?”
Juls shoves his arm. “Hey! She’s my sister, and she’s been through a
lot.”
“A lot of what? Dick? Dylan, this is not a good idea.”
I limply shrug. I’m not at all surprised he’s reacting this way; in
fact, I predicted it. But, unlike Joey, I’m willing to give Brooke the benefit
of the doubt. And as long as she doesn’t try to molest him like the day before
Juls’ wedding, things shouldn’t get too hostile. I gotta give the girl a
chance. “She needs a job or she’ll lose her apartment.”
He throws his hands into the air. “Oh, I’m sorry. How is that our problem?”
“Joey,” Juls scolds. “Don’t be so rude.”
“She’s on a probationary period. If she messes up, I’ll fire her
without thinking twice about it. Right, Juls?”
She nods in my direction before turning back toward my heated
assistant. “Right. So, calm the fuck down, JoJo.” She makes a face at him and
he issues her his smile, softening her expression. “And a lot of dick? Like
you’re one to talk.”
The three of us start laughing, letting go of the stress of knowing
Brooke Wicks will soon be gracing us with her presence. This could actually be
a good thing. We are extremely busy, and having another employee means being
able to spend more time in my kitchen instead of ringing up customers. So, I’m
not going to let this worry me; I have enough stress with my upcoming wedding
to last me a lifetime.
Juls gives us both hugs before she exits the shop to go tackle a
bride. Just as a customer slips inside and makes her way up to the counter, my
phone beeps in my pocket. Joey gives me a smile, indicating he’s got things
handled and allows me to slip into the back.
Reese: What are you wearing?
I giggle as I hop onto a stool.
Me: Are you spanking it right now, handsome?
Reese: That depends on your answer.
I’m definitely not wearing anything worthy of a wank session. My
ripped skinny jeans and flour-covered apron have seen better days, so I let my
imagination take over.
Me: A skin-tight, pale-pink dress that stops just below my panty line.
Or, it would, if I was wearing panties.
Reese: You are such a tease. Do you have any idea how hard my dick is for
you right now? I could probably fuck you through a wall.
Jesus.
Me: It’s a shame you’ll have to handle that situation on your own. I’m
locked in consultations the rest of the day. Otherwise, I’d give you a hand. Or
a mouth.
Reese: You can handle my situation as soon as you get home. I want that
pussy wet and ready for me.
I smile, loving that dominant edge in every word he types.
Me: Always is.

No imagination needed
there.

Author Bio
J. Daniels was born and raised in Maryland.After putting her kids to bed, she escapes into her cheeky world where some of her characters kiss, and some of them do a lot more than kiss.

She is an avid reader and enjoys everything from unconventional romance to fantasy novels.

 

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Hand of Fire: A Novel of Briseis and the TrojanWar by Judith Starkston

The Trojan War threatens Troy’s allies and the Greek supply raids spread. A young healing priestess, designated as future queen, must defend her city against both divine anger and invading Greeks. She finds strength in visions of a handsome warrior god. Will that
be enough when the half-immortal Achilles attacks? Hand of Fire, a tale of resilience and hope, blends history and legend in the untold story of Achilles’s famous captive, Briseis.

That’s a quick introduction to my novel, Hand of Fire. But how did I ever think of writing about this semi-mythological woman, Briseis, whom we know about only from a few lines in the Iliad, an epic poem composed by Homer more than 3,000 years ago?

It may sound strange but I started Hand of Fire to answer a question, and in the process I found such an engaging young woman that I had to give her the voice Homer denied her—to let Briseis tell her story.

For years I’d taught the Iliad, Homer’s poem of the Trojan War, and kept wondering with my students how Briseis could possibly have loved Achilles—which is what Homer shows us. The half-immortal Greek had killed her husband and brothers, destroyed her city and turned her from princess to slave—hardly a heartwarming courtship. She is central to the plot of the Iliad and yet she gets only a handful of lines. In those few words, the one clear notion expressed is her sorrow at being parted from Achilles.

I should say I always liked Achilles, the existential hero who calls the whole war into question—which shows he’s no brainwasher—so the answer wasn’t some ancient version of Stockholm Syndrome. I wrote Hand of Fire to solve this psychological puzzle.

I also had to find a vivid, historical source to fill in the many gaps in Briseis’s life story. Homer’s fragmentary bits weren’t enough. He tells us simply that she was a princess of Lyrnessos, a city allied to Troy, and Achilles destroyed that life. Who was she before Achilles came crashing in? What kind of woman can stand up to this semi-divine, but immensely conflicted man and hold onto her own sense of self, as she must have, to form a genuine bond with him?

Fortunately modern archaeology in the area where ancient Troy was located, that is modern Turkey, and the excavation and translation of extensive libraries of clay tablets have provided a richly detailed portrait of life in this exotic time and place. I mined this treasure trove and created a heroine who is both very much of her era, but who also represents the hope-inspiring resilience of women through the ages. Briseis faces the personal violence against her and her family that is the fate of women in war, but she finds strength to guide herself and others back to an affirmation of life.

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Title: Forget Me Not
Series: Collective #1
Author: Stacey Nash
Genre: Young Adult
 Release Date: August 1, 2014

 

Synopsis

Anamae is drawn into a world which shatters everything she knew to be true.

Since
her mother vanished nine years ago, Anamae and her father have shared a
quiet life. But when Anamae discovers a brooch identical to her
mother’s favorite pendant, she unknowingly invites a slew of trouble
into their world. They’re not just jewellery, they’re part of a highly
developed technology capable of cloaking the human form. Triggering the
jewellery’s power attracts the attention of a secret society determined
to confiscate the device – and silence everyone who is aware of its
existence. Anamae knows too much, and now she’s Enemy Number One.

She’s
forced to leave her father behind when she’s taken in by a group
determined to keep her safe. Here Anamae searches for answers about this
hidden world. With her father kidnapped and her own life on the line,
Anamae must decide if saving her dad is worth risking her new friends’
lives. No matter what she does, somebody is going to get hurt.

 

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Title: Remember Me
Series: Collective #2
Author: Stacey Nash
Genre: Young Adult
 Release Date: October 1, 2014
Synopsis
An exciting new adventure from Stacey
Nash, set in the world of The Collective.

 

 

When all is lost, she must remember…Anamae Gilbert managed to thwart The Collective and rescue her father, even
though his mind is now a shell. Determined to stop Councilor Manvyke hurting
her family again, she’s training to become an active resistance member and
falling hard for resistance fighter Jax Belfry. But things never sail along
smoothly – Manvyke wants retribution and Anamae’s name is high on his list.After a blow to the head, she awakes in an unfamiliar location unable to
remember the last few weeks. She can’t believe the fascinating new technology
she’s seeing. She’s the new kid at school, and although weapons training comes
with ease, something feels off. Why does the other new kid’s smile make her
heart ache?

 

And
why does her gut tell her to run?

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Author Bio

Stacey Nash writes adventure
filled stories for Young Adults in the Science Fiction and Fantasy genres. She
loves to read and write books that have a lot of adventure, a good dose of
danger, a smattering of romance, and KISSING! Hailing from the Hunter Valley in
New South Wales, she loves nothing more than immersing herself in the beauty
and culture of the local area. 

Author of the Collective Series; Forget Me Not
and Remember Me.

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