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Date Published: July 2019
Publisher: BookBaby
Have you ever wanted to do something that everyone said was impossible? Then you’ll love BLACK & BLUE. Loosely based on the author’s own life, this coming-of-age novel will inspire you to pursue your dreams.
For as long as she can remember, “Toady” wanted nothing more than to play football. But for Toady, the love of football is bittersweet – because Toady’s given name is Christine. She’s a girl, and girls “can’t” play football. Despite her exceptional abilities, she watches bitterly as the boys play on the high school team and win scholarships. Reluctantly, she gives up her football dreams and moves to New York City – where she finds that life is full of surprises. Christine hears about a group of women playing flag football, and she joins their game. The players are so good that before long, they’re invited to become part of a professional women’s tackle league.
For Christine, this is the chance she’s always dreamed of. Not only does she play football, but she raises enough money to become the team’s owner. But that’s when the real challenges begin. Does Christine have the guts and the stamina to spite the odds? BLACK & BLUE will leave readers cheering as Christine doubles down to fight for her dreams and for the women who want nothing more than to play their favorite sport. If you loved Bend It Like Beckham or A League of Their Own, you’ll adore BLACK & BLUE.
About the Author
ANDRA DOUGLAS is a native of central Florida and a graduate of Florida State University and Pratt Institute. A national champion athlete in rugby and women's tackle football, she was the owner of the New York Sharks Women's Pro Football team for nineteen years and is the founder of the Fins Up! Foundation for Female Athletes, a non-profit to benefit at-risk teens. In addition to her love of football, Andra is a professional artist and served as a Vice President/Creative Director at Time Warner for many years. Today, she lives with her parrot, 'Pie' in New York’s Greenwich Village where she creates mixed-media artwork. To learn more, visit: www.andradouglasart.com.
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The Flowers of Avenel Book 3
Contemporary Romance
Date Published: October 12, 2019
Senna Lang knew that fairy tales didn’t come true. There was no prince desperately searching for her to rescue her from the humdrum monotony of life. And whenever her heart dared to hope that there was, she’d shut down that line of thought because it led to the dull, persistent pain centered in her heart. Most of the time she could ignore the ache, but sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder what her life could have been if she hadn’t screwed everything up with Josh ten years ago. Would they be living in a two-story bungalow with water views and wrap around porches on the idyllic town of Avenel? Would they have a couple of kids and a rambunctious but friendly dog?
Regardless of her hopes or fears, returning to Avenel would thrust her into Josh’s realm. He was her first, and she still wasn’t over him. Even though he didn’t know it, she carried a secret from their past that could change their lives forever.
Josh Turner couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d heard Senna was coming back, but he hadn’t known when. But when their paths crossed, the curves of her body took him on a slow trip through memory lane. She’d been his first love and his first heartbreak. After high school, she’d ghosted him and cut him out of her life as if he was a cancerous tumor to be tossed aside. He’d been heartbroken and angry, but as the years passed, his anger cooled to indifference, but being in her presence again unleashed a swell of emotions that he hadn’t expected. All their ‘firsts’ crashed through him like a tsunami and destroyed the barriers he’d erected around his heart. He’d thought he was over her. He wasn’t.
Everyone has secrets, but some secrets are too heavy to bear alone. Those need to be shared.
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Karen Tjebben lives in central North Carolina with her wonderful husband and twin daughters. She loves traveling the world. Whether it’s to the heights of Yosemite, the white sands of the Caribbean, or even Down Under, she’s always ready to pack a bag in search of inspiration. She enjoys creating worlds filled with unique characters that will delight and raise goose bumps on her readers.
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-- EXCERPT: “I’m sure my ankle is fine now. Feel free to set me down at any time.” “Gladly,” Xav said. “I mean, you aren’t wearing shoes, and I’m sure your delicate socialite feet are more than accustomed to picking their way across broken bottles and cigarette butts, but here you go.” Xavier unceremoniously plopped Addie on her feet. She gingerly tested her ankle but said nothing. “Xavier, you can’t make Addie walk in this. Pick her back up.” This from my more compassionate brother. “Whatever. The girl is heavier than she looks. I’ll pick her back up when she asks me to. Nicely.” He folded his arms over his chest. “Don’t hold your breath. Or better yet, do.” Lending weight to her words, the stubborn girl took off walking. Or limping, rather. In the wrong direction. “Wrong way,” I alerted her, having finally gotten my bearings despite their banter. She changed course, cursing a bit under her breath. After several paces of listening to her sharp intakes of breath, I turned around and hauled her over my good shoulder. “I was doing fine.” Her pride was unbelievable. “Of course you were, but we’d like to get there sometime today, so be a good girl and stay still.” Her outraged hiss did more to amuse me than anything. In the midst of this mission gone wrong, I found myself with the urge to laugh. I held it back, but there was something about this girl that I couldn’t help but find humorous. Xavier hadn’t been entirely joking. The weight of the girl and her dress was fairly substantial for how tiny she looked. I had noticed that on the walk to the forest, but it was more pronounced with her on only one shoulder. Her dress was billowing in my face, and I kept having to blow the dirt-covered fabric out of my mouth. Thankfully, it was only a few more minutes to Wesley’s container. A cautious hand crept toward my belt pocket. She wasn’t shy, I’d give her that. With a sigh, I covered the slim hand with my larger one. “I don’t blame you for trying, but that’s not how this works. I told you, you’ll get this necklace back when I get the one I want,” I told her. ![]()
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-- EXCERPT: I leaned forward, trying to see who Viggo was talking to, but my balance shifted unexpectedly. As I sidestepped to avoid a fall, a branch cracked loudly beneath my feet. I quickly scooted behind a tree and held very still as Viggo called out in a threatening voice, “Show yourself.” I could take him if it came to it. I’d pinned him in five out of nine sparring matches that week. Or was it three? I couldn’t remember. “I know you’re behind that tree.” Leaves crunched as Viggo stormed closer. I inched around the trunk as my training partner’s footsteps grew louder. “Last chance,” Viggo growled. He was unnervingly close. My eyes locked in on the thickest part of the tree line, and I rose onto the balls of my feet, preparing for escape. Before I could make my move, a thick hand whipped around the tree to clutch my neck. Viggo yanked me from my hiding spot, wrenching my body into view. He held his arm perpendicular to his six-plus-foot frame, so I dangled in his grasp. In his other hand, he gripped a thick dagger. Crêpes. My hands flew to Viggo’s wrist and I dug in my fingernails, intending to break his hold before my air supply ran out. But as I clawed against his grip our eyes locked, and Viggo opened his palm. I fell to the ground in a heap, then leapt to my feet, brushing broken branches off my pants as I stood. “You.” Viggo’s normally charming tone had an edge. “What did you hear?” “I heard enough.” I widened my stance in case I needed to deliver a roundhouse. Or worse. “You broke into Alfheim? What are you doing here?” “You don’t know what you heard.” Viggo took a step to his right. I mirrored him. “Fine.” We continued our dance, two animals squaring off for a fight. “Then why don’t you tell me. Because it sounded an awful lot like you broke into the realm, and you’re planning something dangerous.” “Is that so?” Amusement danced across Viggo’s eyes as anger percolated beneath my skin. I took deep breaths until the emotion stilled. “What would you call what you’re doing?” I pressed. Viggo’s features hardened as he took another step. “How was your meeting with the queen? Lots to catch up on, I’m sure.” My eyes narrowed. “What do you care?” “I care when someone strips my realm of its freedoms. Not that you’d understand anything about that.” The anger bubbled again, fiercer. Hotter. “I’ll ask you one more time. What were you doing just now?” “If I thought you’d understand, I’d tell you.” Viggo’s hand flexed, and his dagger glinted under the filtered light of the forest. My hands balled into fists and I took a step forward. I didn’t have a weapon, but if that jerk thought he could silence me, he had another thing coming. Viggo stepped into my space, his chest inches from mine. I ignored the piney scent wafting off his training clothes and focused on perfecting my glare. “Go home, Glitre,” Viggo spoke softly into my ear. “Keep your perfekt little life in order.” Laughter tickled my throat. “Perfekt. Right.” Viggo leaned back just enough to meet my eyes. “Someone looked out for you from the minute you were born. From where I’m standing, that’s a pretty good deal.” “You don’t know the first thing about me.” Viggo shifted so our foreheads practically touched. Butterflies burst into flight in my stomach and at my shoulder blades. What the hell is wrong with me? “I know you’re the heir to the throne,” he growled. “I know you met with the queen. And I know you haven’t stepped up to challenge her. I can connect the dots as to which side you’re on.” A low whistle pierced the forest as I sucked air through my teeth. Viggo Sörensson had no freaking clue. “You know I’m going to tell Signy about this.” Viggo shrugged. “Go ahead. But for the record, I’m warning you to stay out of it. If anything happens, it’s on you.” “Noted.” I took another breath as Viggo leaned forward again. His shoulder brushed against mine as he walked by, and the nudging at my back became so adamant, I was positive something was about to crawl right out of my skin. But the jabbing ebbed as Viggo marched forward. He didn’t turn around until he reached the thicker tapestry of trees. Even at this distance, I caught the pop of his dimple. “See you around, Glitre.” Then he turned and disappeared into the forest, leaving me with a litany of questions. What was Viggo Sorenssön up to? ![]()
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-- EXCERPT: Bast began unbuttoning his vest and nodded to a door close to the kitchen. “You can sleep in my bedroom.” Mera barely recorded what he’d said. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. He threw the vest on the sofa and proceeded to unbutton his shirt, a burning dare in his eyes. Mera took in his strong, defined abs, and a delirious warmth went down her spine. He tossed the shirt atop the sofa too, showcasing his perfect chiseled torso and strong biceps, meant to wrap around a woman as she rode his… “Enjoying the show, are we?” He began undoing his belt, his deceiving, sharp eyes burning with lust. Mera’s throat was so dry it might be made of sand. “I…” Noticing the massive bulge underneath his black boxer briefs, she stepped forward. She wanted, needed, to touch that part of him; lick it, hold it, shove it inside her until… No! This was wrong. He was her partner, at least for the time being. “Stop being a dick, Detective Dhay.” Grasping her bag, she hurried into the bedroom, slamming the door closed behind her. ::: Can she resist his darkness? Find out in TO KILL A FAE ::: ![]()
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A Nightingales Novel
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A hunter lies in waiting.
Nessa McRae is just a tattoo artist enjoying an ordinary life when a demon sets his sights on her. Determined to capture her at all costs, Nessa’s world quickly gets turned upside down. Unfortunately for her, life may never be normal again.
Enter Ailes MacGillivary, a half-demon half-human man determined to protect Nessa at all cost. He’s part of the Nightingales, a group of paranormals that secretly protect the city from the monsters hidden in the shadows.
Filled with secrets of his own that could change everything in Nessa’s life, he will either be the best thing for her or the worse.
The world has more secrets then Nessa could ever imagine and if she’s not careful, it just might cost her everything. Can Nessa and Ailes stop the hunter before he finds her or will they lose everything?
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“Bastard,” Nessa mumbled under her breath.
Ailes looked at her, and Nessa quickly looked back down at her sketchpad. He almost walked away, ready to forget what Nessa had said, but he was riled up today. A hunt had gone bad, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with assholes.
Ailes wasn’t upset with the word—hell, he was a bastard—but he wanted to see her squirm.
Ailes leaned over toward Nessa, and when she didn’t back away from him, he got closer. Finally, she reacted just as he knew she would—by slamming her sketchpad on the desk and standing.
“Say that again,” he dared.
Nessa didn’t say anything, knowing it would be better if she just apologized then went back to her drawing. But this was a matter of pride, and it was evident on her face
“If that’s what you want, bastard.” Nessa narrowed her eyes at him. “For someone so muscular, I bet you have a small penis.”
Ailes laughed then closed the distance between them until his lips were next to her ear. “Why don’t you feel it for yourself? You know you want to.”
T.M. Dawson is a voracious reader, she enjoys doing crafts, spending time with family, drawing and writing Paranormal Romance. She is a Texas native living with her husband, black dog and cat.
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Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: ”Who wrote the laws saying that doorways must be sealed? Who told you to create another one of you?” “The church.” “Why?” He was silent. For once, he had no answer. He merely stared at me, not blinking or unwavering as his eyes locked on mine. I thought I had him; nowhere in the Bible did it say to interfere with the dead or the other side. In fact, the Scripture scorned it. If I remembered correctly, that would border on witchcraft and necromancy, which was forbidden. So, if Wilson were the type to follow the Bible no matter what, then these questions just pushed his logic out the window. Even if the church said he had to do those things, who was to say they were right?” ![]()
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