Saturday, April 25, 2015

Blog Tour: Spark by Erin Noelle

Title: Spark 

Author: Erin Noelle 

Genre: Mature New Adult 

Release Date: April 20

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I’m failing. My younger brother is getting worse, and my job – my duty – is to help him at all costs. We’ve tried everything modern medicine has to offer and nothing works. Nothing. Deciding to turn to unconventional treatments, we end up at Fire-on-the-Mountain, a holistic resort deep in the Rockies. In our search for medical marijuana, I find beautiful, free-spirited Hudson Shavell – a girl who may not only hold the key to heal my brother, but to fix me as well. Even though I can’t afford distractions right now, she’s all I can think about. All that I want. It’s funny how everything can change with one little SPARK.
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Hudson “Hudson, it’s your night to set the table,” my mom shouts down the hallway to where I’m hiding out in my room, puffing on my one-hitter while watching Pitch Perfect for the umpteenth time. “Lasagna will be ready in ten minutes. It’s just us tonight.” Groaning, I reluctantly roll off the solid white comforter thrown haphazardly atop my bed until my toes squish into the soft carpet—shag, of course. Then, trudging my way to the kitchen, where my mom and Grams are putting the final touches on dinner, I grab the plates, silverware, and napkins for everyone. Dinnertime with my family, even when it doesn’t include all of the resort’s guests, is certifiably insane. Even though my older sisters flew the coop, they keep showing up at meal times, claiming they miss us, but I know they’re just here for the free meal. Scavengers. Thankfully, tonight’s not one of those nights. I’m not in the mood for their twenty questions about how the date with Beckham went, especially when the flavor of Crew’s lips is still fresh on mine. Not to mention, I’m positive my mom or dad will be sure to ask for the most inappropriate details within the first five minutes of us all sitting down. One of the major downfalls of having unconventional, free-spirited parents who preach peace, love, and rock and roll is having the most awkward, cringe-worthy conversations with them. “Thank you, sweetie.” Mel kisses me on the cheek when I walk by. “When you’re finished, can you tell your dad and Denver that the food’s ready? They’re outside chopping wood for the cold front moving through tomorrow.” “Yeppers. Is it finally gonna snow?” I ask, passing under the arched doorway that leads into our spacious dining room. “That’s what the weather guessers are claiming, at least,” she replies distrustfully, then adds, “Let the girls know it’s time too, please.” Ever since I can remember, we’ve always eaten dinner together at the table, a time to share about our day and stay connected as a family. When my mom says it’s time for dinner, unless we’re sick in bed or have other special plans that have been previously approved, our butts better be in our chairs, ready to participate in the conversation. This has never really bothered me, because before today, I’ve never had anything exciting to talk about, and now that I do, I don’t much feel like it. For once, I want something to be all mine. After I quickly set the table, I call upstairs for Cheyenne and Brighton to come down before alerting Doug and my little brother that it’s time to head inside. I haven’t changed out of my clothes from earlier, wanting to hang on to the faint trace of Crew’s cologne lingering in my plaid flannel shirt, so before everyone else joins me at the table, I take a quick sniff of it and allow a giddy giggle to escape, still a little uncertain about what what happened earlier means. “Yes, you need a shower, and no, it’s not funny.” Cheyenne startles me as she comes up from behind, making me jump several inches in my seat. She plops down next to me and crinkles her nose up like something stinks. “You always smell like outside…earthy; it’s no wonder you never have boyfriends.” “Leave her alone, Chey,” Doug scolds as the rest of the family filters in, everyone taking their usual seat. “She had a date just last night, which I’m sure she’s dying to tell us all about. Aren’t you, Hudson?” I squirm uncomfortably in my chair, hoping no one is paying much attention, since they’re all busy piling their plates full of Italian deliciousness. Several minutes pass without another mention of it, but as soon as everyone has served themselves and settled with their food in front of them, the topic is approached again. “Now, we’re all ears, Hudson. Tell us about last night. When are you seeing him again?” Mel asks eagerly. All eyes are locked on me, everyone waiting for me to divulge into some sensational story of heated passion. Setting my fork down on the edge of my plate, I take a drink of water and clear my throat. “I’m not sure I’ll be going out with Beckham again,” I mumble apprehensively, twisting a napkin in my lap. “The date was pretty bland, and I think we’re just better off as friends.” “Oh, honey, what happened? Were you embarrassed to see him afterwards at school today?” Mel’s expression quickly morphs into one of disappointment and pity. “If so, that’s totally normal. Don’t think he’s gonna go around telling his friends what you were like in bed, ‘cause that’s just a myth. Guys really aren’t like that.” “Yes, we are,” Doug interjects, “but it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Be proud you were good enough that he wanted to gloat. I tell all my friends how incredible Mel is in the sack.” What in the hell? “There’s nothing for him to talk about! We didn’t have sex! He took me to a movie, then brought me home and kissed me goodnight. That was it,” I insist, trying not to make eye contact with anyone while ignoring the snickers from my sisters. “Why not? Did you tell him you weren’t interested?” Mel inquires. Tossing my napkin down on the table, I shout, “No! He didn’t ask if I was interested or not, but if he would’ve, my answer would’ve been no!” I pause to take a deep breath then lower my voice to a calmer octave. “After hanging out together, I just wasn’t feeling it. It was like going out with Denver…there was no spark between us.” No one says a word for what seems like an eternity until Grams chimes in. “Did you feel a spark when you were making out with that cute boy in front of cabin eight this afternoon?” Somebody, please shoot me now. All hell breaks loose at the table as everyone’s shouting different things at me...everyone but Grams, who’s curiously silent again, sitting directly across the table from me, wearing a smug smile like she just won the damn lottery. “Enough! That’s enough!” Doug stands up and bangs his spoon on the table like a judge with a gavel, demanding the courtroom’s attention. Once it’s quiet, he falls back into his chair and slides his eyes over to me. “Hudson, please enlighten us on what Grams is talking about. Is it true?” Fidgeting like a guilty defendant on a witness stand, I shake my head no, but murmur, “Maybe.” More pandemonium ensues, mostly coming from Cheyenne and Brighton, who are arguing they already claimed him and that life isn’t fair. Annoyed that my sisters are trying to make this about them, this time it’s me who jumps out of my seat to get everyone’s attention. “Stop it! All of you! Just stop being so weird!” I scream, my control teetering. They all shut up and stare at me in amazement. I never lose my cool, like never ever, and this is the second time I’ve yelled in less than ten minutes. Shaking my head, I drop my chin to my chest and take several deep breaths. “Look, Beckham is a nice guy, but we’re just gonna be friends, because that’s all I want from him.” I stop and peer up at everyone, ensuring they’re paying attention before continuing, “I don’t know anything about Crew Elliott other than I met him last night, then saw him again this morning, and I felt something different. Call it a spark, an attraction, whatever you want, but it was definitely more than I’ve ever felt around another guy.” “But, sweetie,” my dad interrupts, “they’re only visiting. He’ll be gone next weekend.” “No, they’re actually moving here. Mary, the mom, had a job interview today, and they went looking for a place to live this afternoon,” I clarify as I sit back down. “The younger son, Caleb, has epilepsy, and they haven’t had any luck with the traditional drugs and treatments, so they’re moving here in hopes that medical marijuana can help with his seizures and migraines.” Both of my parents’ eyes fill with compassion as I go into detail about the family’s situation, and I know instantly that no matter what happens between me and Crew—even if it’s nothing at all—they’ll want to assist in any way possible. I explain how I researched the strains and took some samples of our stuff over to the cabin this evening, in order for Caleb to hopefully get some relief while they’re getting settled here. “You know we’ll do whatever we can, Hudson,” Mel says sincerely, glancing around the table. “All of us…anything they need. I can’t even imagine what that poor woman’s going through. We’ve been so blessed to have healthy kids.” Nodding appreciatively at my mom and dad, I relax momentarily, thinking the craziness has passed, but the second I pick my fork up, ready to finally dig into the now-cool meal in front of me, Cheyenne opens her big mouth. “What does any of this have to do with you kissing Crew today?” she snaps, obviously still bothered by the thought. However, rather than blowing up again or telling her to mind her own business, I simply flash a sugary-sweet smile in her direction and say, “Girls who smell like dirt must do it for him.”




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5 Stars
Erin Noelle has outdone herself with Spark. I was in tears by the end and didn't want the story to stop. I needed more and loved every single minute of this story. Erin has always had a way with words and this story "Spark" has just proven just how talented a writer she is, although I have been a huge fan of Erin's since reading Metamorphosis, Spark is now one of my favorites of hers. Actually who am I kidding everything she writes is amazing but Spark just really did it for me. A definite must read. A book you won't want to stop reading and will tug at your heart.

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Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History at the University of Houston, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child. A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current, Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels. Her titles published include the Book Boyfriend Series, the Dusk ‘Til Dawn Series, Translucent, Conspire — co-authored with SE Hall, Surviving Us, and MILF: Wrong Kind of Love. Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list and the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100.
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Cover Reveal: Wanted by Krista Holly

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WANTED
Author: Krista Holly
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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With a Mother that shipped her off to boarding school as fast as she could, feeling unwanted is nothing new to Lo. When she got a chance to convince her parents to let he move back home, she went from feeling unwanted to being wanted by every guy in school.

Chase has always looked forward to summer and seeing Lo. He's loved her devil-may-care attitude from the start. But when she moves back to town for good she's changed and no longer the carefree girl she once was.

When jealousy gets the best of some people, you never know what's going to happen, especially when they want something you have.

Would you let someone take away everything you’ve ever wanted?



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Krista Holly

Krista Holly is an avid reader and a Namast’ay in bed kind of girl. She started life in the City of Sin then traveled the country most of her life, going from coast to coast. A gypsy at heart with a passion for traveling and meeting new people. An ambivert, if you will. The only things she likes at Starbucks are Valencia Orange Refreshers and pumpkin bread and the occasional French Vanilla Cappuccino. She loves dogs and cuddling with her 85 pound white unicorn. When she’s not reading or writing or working she’s watching TV with her family or making fun of her brother’s love life.

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Release Blitz: Mr Right Now Volume Four by HJ Bellus

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Volume 4 

Deadlines threaten to drown the Sterlings as they wrap up business in LA. Dax is in jail serving time, Eli is preoccupied, and Kam is in rehab, leaving Cole to keep the business afloat once again. He was even forced to call in their cousins, the Bennett boys, to oversee club business in Denver. 
All he knows is Kam better come out of rehab with his head on straight and ready to get back to work.

Jett has problems of her own. She screwed Kam over in the worst possible way, but that won’t stop him from seeking revenge and getting his old life back. The thing is, nothing stops a Sterling from getting what he wants.

-This is a four-part erotic serial.-

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I'm just a simple girl who loves the country life.. .oh yeah! & a good corn dog! Throw in a little Vanilla Ice, and shits bound to get crazy! Be brave... -Loves country life & music -Gets the case of the "eff-its" often -Loves Big -Hurts Big -love corn dogs & candy.... & (sex & candaaay) -My heart is happy writing!!!

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Release Blitz: Healing Gabe by Muriel Garcia




Title: Healing Gabe
Series: The Last Hangman MC #3
Author: Muriel Garcia
 Release Date: April 25, 2015


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From the day he was 18, Gabe’s life changed drastically. He lost both of his parents in a tragic car accident and had to raise his 8 years old sister, Nicole. All he wanted to do was party and enjoy his teenage life and go to college. Instead, he had to mature really fast, find a job that would allow him time with his sister but also bring enough money to keep a roof above their heads, pay the bills, feed them and make her happy.

As if things weren’t bad enough, Gabe finds himself in the middle of two clubs at war. On one faithful night, he meets the one woman that will hold his heart forever, becomes the target of the most vicious MC around Louisiana and becomes a prospect for the Last Hangman.

What happens when the love of your life is taken from you and you have to witness her horrible demise?

Things aren’t always what they seem.

Vivian had to keep a low profile after running away from home twelve years ago. She lost everything that same night and has been left empty and feeling scared for years, but she’s done feeling scared. She wants to be happy again and for that, she comes back to New Orleans.

What happened when Gabe and Vivian see each other again?

Both of their past catches up with them, bringing down innocent people. Betrayal, new found family, love and hate.

Gabe never thought he could love again, Vivian only wants to heal him and make him feel whole again. Can they find their happiness together or will their past be too strong and tear them apart forever?







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Muriel Garcia grew up in Belgium. She loves music, tattoos, hot tattooed men, travelling, and cooking. She always had an overly imaginative and creative mind but never thought of writing a book up until a couple of months ago. Now she couldn't imagine not writing stories that are near and dear to her heart.



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Blog Tour: :Emerged Series: The Life of Anna by: Marissa Honeycutt

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Title:Emerged Series: The Life of Anna
Author: Marissa Honeycutt
Release Date: April 2015
Anna has escaped from Devin. Now she must learn what it is to live without a master. Yet Devin will not let her go so easily, his power depends on what he takes from her.
Will Anna's freedom last? Can she even learn to live as a free woman? Is Devin’s power too great for her to escape?
There is a subculture within our own world that you’ve only heard whispers of. The conspiracy theorists wish they knew Anna’s story. What the conspiracy theorists think they know is only disinformation, put out there to keep them from the real story.
***NOTE***
This is not a stand-alone novel. This is the final of five novels that tell Anna’s story.
***WARNING***
This book is for grownups. This book is not for people who are easily offended, get nightmares easily, or have difficulty reading books about tough subjects. I do not glorify bad things, but bad things do happen to my poor characters. This is not your typical love story. My heroine does not fall in love and live happily ever after... at least not like the typical heroine. There is a happily ever after, but it is a long, painful journey to that end.
This book will likely offend you. This book might make you cry; it might make you throw up. It is a dark book. As my friend, Heidi, said, “It’s dark. It gets darker. It gets even darker, and then it gets even more darker. And then, just when you think it can’t get any darker, it does.”
But, don’t worry. I take you to the deep end gradually. ;)
There are many sexual situations in this series of books. People die. People get hurt. Things aren’t always truly the way they appear. The antagonist isn’t just a bad guy; he’s EVIL. My heroine’s worldview is skewed; things that may appall you are perfectly normal to her.
Any violence in this book is non-gratuitous and crucial to the plot and character development.
Do not read this if you are under the age of consent in your country. Do not get angry if the subject or actual book upsets you. If you're reading this, you've been warned.
At dinnertime, Anna settled onto the couch with a sandwich she’d bought at a deli on the way home. She was laughing at the sitcom she’d flipped on when there was a knock at the door. She jumped at the sound and cautiously walked to the door and opened it.
“Tommy?” she asked with astonishment.
Tommy grinned sheepishly. “Hey Anna. I just...wanted to see how you were settling in.”
“Oh, well, come on in.” She stepped aside and Tommy walked in and looked around.
“Nice place,” he commented.
“Thanks. I live with Aaron.”
“Yeah.” Tommy nodded. “Is he here?”
She shook her head. “No, he’s flying to the Netherlands. He’ll be back next week.”
“Oh.”
Anna looked at his handsome face and smiled tenderly. “How are things with you?”
“Good.” He blew out a breath and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Found out that Kim’s pregnant.”
Anna blinked and tried to ignore the stabbing pain in her heart. “Oh, that’s...that’s great, Tommy.” She smiled weakly. “Are you happy?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, it’s good. It’s time to start the family. I just....” He sighed. “It’s just weird, knowing I’m gonna be a dad.”
“I bet you’ll be a great dad,” she whispered, struggling to keep her emotions in check.
Tommy stepped closer to her and she could smell his cologne, bringing so many memories to the forefront of her mind. He ran his knuckles gently across her cheek. “I miss you,” he whispered. “It kills me, knowing you’re in the city and...not with me.” He sighed. “I wish I’d waited for you.” His blue eyes filled with emotion as he stared intently into her eyes.
Anna’s lips parted and she trembled at his words. “Me too,” she whispered.
He slowly slid his hands around the back of her head and bent his head down to hers. His lips brushed hers lightly, waiting for permission to kiss her. Anna hesitated. She wanted him to, oh so much, but....
“We shouldn’t,” she said in a hoarse voice as she leaned forward slightly.
His lips enveloped her bottom one gently. “I know.” His tongue traced her bottom lip as his thumb caressed the sensitive spot behind her ear.
“Tommy...,” she whispered, pleading for him to continue; pleading for him to stop. She didn’t know what she wanted.
“Anna....” He stepped even closer and captured her lips with his, holding her head gently with both hands. Her hands slid up his hard chest and over his shoulders. His tongue slipped between her parted lips and past her teeth, stroking, caressing, dancing and taking her breath away. His arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her close.
She clung to him as if he were a life vest in the middle of the ocean. His kisses became more insistent, his embrace, tighter. He slid his hands down her back and pressed his fingers into her ass, her hips against his.
“Tommy,” she moaned softly as she felt him hard against her.
“Where’s your room?” he asked against her lips, his voice husky.
She pointed down the hall and he picked her up and carried her around the corner and to her room, placing her gently on her bed. He stretched out next to her and pulled her close to kiss her again. His kiss was deep, passionate, loving. He caressed her back, her ass, her hips and finally moved his hand up to cup her breast gently. She broke the kiss to gasp as he thumbed her nipple over her cotton camisole. The heat from his hand scorched her skin.
He kissed her neck when she leaned her head back, sucking on the skin above her collarbone. She moaned softly as he kissed her nipple over the soft material and sucked on it through the fabric. It puckered under his skilled mouth and she arched her back to press her breast deeper into his mouth.
She cried out softly as he pulled the camisole away, exposing the sensitive skin and softly bit her now engorged peak. Her hands got lost in his hair as he swirled his tongue around and around, the nipple ring being jostled with the movements.
She caressed his cock over his jeans and he moved his hips in rhythm against her hand.
“Touch me,” he rasped.
Anna quickly unfastened his jeans and wrapped her hand around his cock. She caressed his piercings and smiled at the throbbing hardness. They quickly disposed of their clothing and Anna knelt next to his hips and took him into her mouth, moaning at his taste.
“Oh, God, Anna!” He pulled at her hips and adjusted her legs so that she was straddling his head.
He held her hips and buried his tongue into her swollen pussy. She gasped against his cock as he sucked her clit hard, kneading her ass and brushing his fingers against her asshole.
He knew her body well. Knew how to make her moan and scream in passion. And he did both. She tried to concentrate on his delicious cock, but his tongue lapped at her clit as he sucked on it. She felt herself tingling and then she leaned her head back as her orgasm rushed through her body.
“Tommy!” she cried, trying to pull away, but he held her firm until he sucked every ounce of pleasure out of her.
Tommy pushed her to her side and moved quickly above her, her head at the foot of the bed. In one swift move he was inside her and kissing her. His tongue mimicked the movements of his cock, thrusting slowly in and out. Anna moaned loudly and met his rhythm enthusiastically. His movements were deep and deliberate, making her moan with each deep thrust. Her fingernails dug into his back as she felt another orgasm building.
“God, Anna!” he shouted and cursed as his cock throbbed deep inside her. She followed quickly and her muscles clenched around him.
He held her tightly and kissed her as he softened inside her. He nuzzled her neck and then rolled to his side, stroking her arm as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
Anna grinned and turned to face him. “I think you’ve learned some new moves.”
He chuckled. “Maybe.” He kissed her again, sliding his hands down her back and hips. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
She ran her hand slowly over his chest and abs, loving every inch of him. She’d missed him so much.
Music sounded loudly, making them both jump.
“Fuck,” Tommy said, sitting up and reaching for his jeans. He pressed the screen and stood, running his hand through his hair. “Hey, baby,” he said in a gentle tone that wrenched Anna’s heart. “Yeah, just getting some air...yeah...I can do that...okay...yeah, be home soon...love you, too.”
Anna sat up and stared at her blanket. His wife. She swallowed back tears and blinked rapidly.
Tommy shrugged his clothes on. “I’m sorry, Anna. I have to get home.”
Anna nodded, but didn’t trust her voice to say anything. He paused after he’d dressed, standing next to the bed.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He leaned down to kiss her head and then left the room. She heard the apartment door open and close a moment later and she kept staring at the blanket, trying to understand how she felt. To put words to the pain in her heart.
Used. She felt used. She was a cheap prostitute for him to use and then go home to his wife.
No, Tommy truly cared for her. He helped her escape.
But he had a wife and a child on the way. A family to go home to. Anna was a distraction from his responsibilities.
She rubbed her face. Confusion filled her heart. She’d never felt like this before. Intellectually, she knew she’d been used for years; since Devin first touched her after her parent’s funeral. Maybe even before then. Why did it bother her now?
She was an Elder-Mistress. Her body was to be used as the Elders pleased. She was trained to please their every desire.
Then why did she feel so empty? Was it the illusion of freedom? Was her freedom just an illusion? Or was it real? Did pretending something was true make it true? Was she a prostitute? After all, wasn’t that what they all really were? Slaves. Sex slaves. Unpaid prostitutes.
What was she? Was she a Mistress or a free woman? As an Elder-Mistress, what just happened shouldn’t bother her. As a free woman, what just happened broke her heart. Katrina was the free woman. Anna was the slave. Was she Anna? Or was she Katrina?
Who did she want to be? Did it matter what she wanted? The reality was that she was Anna. Katrina was an illusion to keep Devin from finding her.
Part of her wanted to embrace Katrina. To find out what it was really like to be “free.” But could she? Could she dare try to be something she’d never been before? And what did that mean anyway? Saying no to men? She didn’t know if she could do that.
What did it mean to be free?
The answer eluded her and made her head hurt. She was too tired to think about it right now. She went into her bathroom to take a shower and then watched TV until she couldn’t keep her eyes open and fell asleep on the couch.
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Devin stared out the window of his downtown office. Where the hell was Anna? How was she eluding his search? Someone, somewhere, had to know where she was. Someone had to be helping her. There’s no way she could have done this on her own.
Who was helping her? Surely Wilhelm had something to do with this, but his activities showed nothing suspicious.
Damn Ian for his betrayal.
If Anna was hiding, he had to get her to reveal herself. But how? What could compel to her to come out of hiding?

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The Life of Anna, Part 1: Enslaved
Anna's entire life was scripted out before she was born by Devin Andersen, a man who doesn't have her best interests in mind. She is to be a tool in his hands to gain ultimate power in the USA. No, not as the President, but as the man who controls the President.
Raised by an extremely abusive guardian, Anna was molded into the perfect sex slave for Devin's use. Devin will use Anna's unique gifts to control everyone around him and eventually take her gifts for himself.
When Devin took her for himself at the age of twelve, she had a vision of a man. A man who Devin was very interested in. But why? Why would Devin care about a little girl's dreams?
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The Life of Anna, Part 2: Entwined
Anna has two masters, one she hardly knows, but who makes her feel safe, the other she's known all her life and says he needs her.
Alex wants her to be free.
Devin demands her obedience.
As Anna takes her first steps into the world, into love, into friendship, she wonders if she will ever understand either of them.
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The Life of Anna, Part 3: Embraced
Devin has achieved his goal of becoming Chairman and all seems peaceful...until Devin performs an act of cruelty that pushes Anna to fight back for the first time in her life. Meanwhile, Alex is working hard to give her something that Devin can never take away.
As her Masters work around her, Anna must navigate a life she never wanted.
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The Life of Anna, Part 4: Ensnared
Everything Anna cared about is lost; the only thing left is Devin. She gives him all of herself, but even that seems too little.
As Anna realizes the truth of her Master's desire, she must decide what it is that she truly wants.
There is a subculture within our own world that you’ve only heard whispers of. The conspiracy theorists wish they knew Anna’s story. What the conspiracy theorists think they know is only disinformation, put out there to keep them from the real story.
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The Life of Anna: all five books in one ebook
Marissa's story of Anna began with a dream about being kidnapped with Adam Savage from Mythbusters (Yes, really). Over the next year and a half, it morphed into the story that is now known as "The Life of Anna." She has several other stories in progress, one of which is based on her kidnapped dream.
When she's not writing or editing, Marissa is taking care of two young boys, training to be an astronaut, running her household, wrestling with gorillas, playing around on Facebook, promoting whirled peas, and busting her tush for her accounting degree. She enjoys chocolate, air conditioning in the desert's summer heat, really good strawberry margaritas, sleeping, and shopping.
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