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Saturday, February 6, 2016

Blog Tour, Reviews by Kristina & Robin: Paradise Fought: Abel by L.B. Dunbar


Title: Paradise Fought: Abel
Author: L.B. Dunbar
Release Date: Jan 25, 2016
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I'm not a fighter.
I was born into a fighting family. As the middle child, I was overlooked in favor of my older brother.
He took the negative attention, too. In comparison, there's nothing special about me.
I’m not as big as Cobra. I’m not as strong as Cobra. He's the alpha.
I'm a beta.
The second son.
The lesser one.
The one never encouraged to fight, never encouraged to do anything, but stay out of my father’s way.

I'm not a lover either - but I wished to be – that’s why I needed her.
I met a girl in the pouring rain.
Sounds cliché, but it's true. It changed everything.
Because of love, I learned to fight.

Betas come second, but in this fight, my story is first.






5 stars
 How does LB Dunbar do it? Every book she writes enthralls me and makes me want to read even more from her!

Always second to his brother in their fathers eyes, Abel is determined to make something of himself and show his father, and the world, that he is just as good as his brother is. Looking at Abel you would never know that underneath his Clark Kent exterior he is very much a Superman in his own right. Abel has an agenda and a secret and when the world finds out what they are, they are mind blown!

No one ever notices Able so why should the beautiful and popular Elma Montgomery? Which of course she doesn't, until he rescues her and asks for her help in return.

Elma has her own agenda and secret, neither of which include the shy, nerdy Abel who always seems to turn up at the most inopportune times ruining everything that she has worked hard for to obtain. What does she have to do to get him to leave her alone???

What will happen when everyone finds out Abel's secret? What will happen when Elma finally gets past Able's exterior to see who he really is? Will their love be a knock out round or just another service paid in full?
Every time I read something that LB Dunbar has written I become more and more enamored with her writing. I'm not usually a fan of MMA books but this one has changed my outlook and definitely set the bar for other MMA writers. I love that LB doesn't just focus on the MMA aspect of it, or the sex and romance as some books usually have too much of both, without much of a story written in between. She weaves a tale of love, loss, pain, despair and forever after that makes you dream of the same for yourself. I can't wait to read the next installment in this series. Keep up the fantastic work LB!!






5 stars
I want Abel Callahan.  Plain and simple, I want Abel Callahan.  Abel is a younger brother to Cain.  Abel's dad has always favored Cain.  Cain has been groomed into a champion fighter, mush like his father.  Cain would even step in and take the beatings meant for Abel. Abel is trying to groom himself in a fighter - the mysterious Beyta.  Much like the fish, a fierce protector.  Abel meets Elma who is no stranger to fighting.  After Elma's brother died in a match against Cain, Elma is hell bent on getting to the bottom of her brother's death.  And she will use anyone and everyone in the process, even if the sacrifice is her heart.  

I loved the imagery in this novel.  I love Abel. This story is so well written that my heart went out to Abel and I became attached almost instantly. I really enjoyed how the two characters discovered each other is various ways.  This is so much more than your classic MMA book.  And while Abel is more beta than alpha, I will be honest and tell you it was refreshing.  I can't wait to read Cain's story.  Read this book and follow this author!


If I thought I was going to make a speedy getaway, I was wrong. My savior caught up to me, half way down the walk, outside the finance building. He was quick and a large hand wrapped around my upper arm.
“Whoa, sister,” he said, slightly out of breath. “You almost got away from me again.”
“What?” I questioned. I had no idea what he meant: again.
“Never mind,” he muttered, his hand still on me. I looked down at it and he immediately released me. My eyes pinched as I realized I didn’t mind his hand on my skin. There was something nonthreatening about him. He seemed rather innocent, studious, actually. His shirt was buttoned almost to the top and tucked into his pants. The sleeves secure at the cuffs. His jeans were snug and hugged him well. He wore dark rimmed glasses that screamed smart. Brown boots looked too new on his large feet. It was like he had the right parts but the wrong combination.
His blue eyes were soft and easy to look into. They practically spoke to me, but I had no idea what he was saying. His dark hair was disheveled, a bit shaggy, but cool looking. He kind of looked like a pop star, which was a little too sugar sweet for me. His form was questionable. It was hard to tell what kind of body he had under those clothes. He looked rather preppy, like half the guys at this university. I didn’t want to think about it. I’d just sold my soul for another semester.
“So when do you want to do this?” I asked. His blank stare told me he had no idea what I meant.
“Us,” I said, pointing between him and me.
“I…” His voice trailed off as he gawked at me. His expression changed from confusion to shock.
“I didn’t buy you to sleep with you,” he said, a touch of disbelief in his voice. His face turned crimson, then fell. “Why, have you done that before?” It was my turn to be surprised and offended.
I turned on my heels and began stomping away from him. He was too quick and he caught me again. His hand on my arm halted me. This time he didn’t release me when I peered down at his fingers wrapped around my bicep.
“Look. I need help,” he blurted. His face pinked a little, and it was sweet. “I don’t need help with sex. I need help with before.” His tone dropped, and he looked side to side to see if anyone would hear him. I took his meaning.
“You don’t know how to do foreplay?” I questioned in a loud whisper, trying to hide my astonishment. How could anyone have sex and not know a touch of foreplay?
His face pinked again.
“Not that,” he said, sounding like a child. “The flirting. The dating. The…other stuff.”
I was stunned. I stared at him, taking in his features again. He was kind of cute, leaning toward the potential for good looking. He couldn’t possibly need help with this request. The confusion on my face made him speak.
“I don’t know how to flirt.” The words swirled between us.
“I don’t understand.” I didn’t. I didn’t know what he wanted from me.
“I need lessons how to be…cool: with girls. Call it a tutoring session. I need to learn how to be…seen.” His voice took on a touch of sadness. He couldn’t possibly be serious. I continued to stare at him. My mouth might have actually dropped open a bit, and I noticed he was watching my lips. It was a little exciting the way he stared at them. I licked them and his pupils dilated, filling in more black over the blue. His expression changed. Knowingly, he blinked when he realized I was teasing him. His lip quirked up and a dimple showed in his cheek.
“I need to date you,” he blurted. “To learn how to do, what you just did to me.”






L.B. Dunbar loves to read to the point it might be classified as an addiction. The past few years especially she has relished the many fabulous YA authors, the new genre of New Adult, traditional romances, and historical romances. A romantic at heart, she’s been accused of having an overactive imagination, as if that was a bad thing. Author of the Sensations Collection,Sound AdviceTaste TestFragrance FreeTouch Screen, and Sight Words, she is also author of the Legendary Rock Star series, beginning with The Legend of Arturo King. She grew up in Michigan, but has lived in Chicago for longer, calling it home with her husband and four children.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Blog Tour, Reveiws by Maimeo's Angels, Kristina, Marina: Frosted Sweets by A.M.Willard

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TITLE: Frosted Sweets
SERIES: A Taste of Love (Book 1)
AUTHOR: A.M. Willard
PUBLISHER: Booktrope Publishing
RELEASE: DEC 11, 2015

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Will it turn into sugar and spice? Or a friendship over some frosted treats?
Morgan Lewis, the owner of The Polka Dot Café & Bakery, is about to wed the man she’s spent the last four years building a life with. What she doesn’t know is, that’s all about to change. Can her life move past a wedding disaster? Can her crazy friends help her pick up the pieces? And what's in store for this sweet baker? Along with a booming business, the Christmas holiday rush, and her friends, Morgan is really sent into a spin when Jayden Rivers moves to town. Jayden’s focus is on his career in production, but what he wasn’t expecting was to be knocked off his feet by a woman in the park. Sparks fly, but he’s not sure if she’s truly available or taken. With a severe sweet tooth and an addiction to Morgan Lewis’s treats, he can’t seem to stay away. A.M. Willard brings you a romantic comedy with a touch of contemporary romance and a dash of chick lit, which takes you on a journey of friendship. Frosted Sweets is the first installment of A Taste of Love Series in which we follow the lives of Morgan and Jayden, who are discovering life is anything but what it seems.

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4.5 Star 

I received this book in exchange for an honest review. 

This is book one in the A Taste of Love series. A.M. Willard is a new author to me and one I cannot believe I have not read before. This is the story of Morgan Lewis and Jayden
This book was a pleasure to read. I really enjoyed A.M. Willard’s writing style. The characters were easy to relate to and “real”. Morgan is frantically planning her wedding when life strikes and the rug is pulled from right under her.  Her friends all rally around to support her and help her through the drama and trauma of an ill-fated wedding. 
Enter, Jayden Rivers, a man who is focused on his career and not love. The attraction that Morgan and Jayden feel towards each other is almost instantaneous, a fact that concerns Morgan since she only just broke up with her fiancé. Her ex-fiancé Simon is a nuisance and determined to disrupt the sparks that fly between Morgan and Jayden and then there is Nick who is also interested in her.
Add in the Christmas season and owning a successful up and coming bakery and life is certainly complicated for Morgan since she became single again.
The friendship between the four women Morgan, Zara, Francesca (Frankie) and Natasha shows a true sisterhood and that family is not necessarily always related by blood. I really enjoyed their interaction.
This is a contemporary romantic comedy, a genre I thoroughly enjoy and A.M. Willard has done a great job with Frosted Sweets.  
I am looking forward to reading all the ladies stories and cannot wait for the next book in this series.



I rather enjoyed reading this story! It is the first book by the author I have read and certainly won't be my last! I loved the characters, the friendships between the ladies was fantastic! All are so interesting and the girl talk is wonderful! I felt initially sad for Morgan about her ex, but what happened in this story cements that we shouldn't settle! We should embrace life and live it! The fact that she owns and runs a cake shop was fun, there was so much humour I laughed more than a few times! At the ending I felt a little short changed as I could have read more about Morgan and Jayden! Looking forward to see how the rest of the series go!'


I received this arc for an honest review.

This is the first book I have read by A.M. Willard and I can say that I was pleasantly surprised. While I feel that being book 1 of a series it moved a little too rapidly and developed all of the characters too soon (which is the only reason I gave it 4 stars instead of 5), I really fell in love with each of them. They are each extremely different, full of surprises and very lovable

This series follows the lives of four friends, book 1 being Morgans book. Morgan is the owner of The Polka Dot Bakery and Cafe and is all about fairy tales and happily ever afters. When we first meet her she is doing her final dress fitting and getting ready for her big day and couldn't be more excited. But then it all falls apart when she finds out that her intended isn't all that she thought he was. A chance meeting with a handsome stranger soon turns everything around for her. 

Just with anything in life there are ups and downs, misunderstandings and a lot of surprises. Will Morgan finally get her happily ever after or will she have to wait a little bit longer?

I laughed with this book and I cried with this book but most of all I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I look forward to reading the rest in the series.




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A.M. Willard is a true believer of soul mates, and happy ever afters. She enjoys reading, sailing, and of course writing contemporary romance with some saucy scenes. Releasing her first novella of the One Night Series on April 12, 2014 has sent her on a new journey in life. A.M.'s passion for writing started at a young age, but with the love and support from her husband of eighteen years pushed her to follow her dreams. Once she hit that first publish button, she hasn't looked back. Publications available from A.M. Willard include the Chances Series, Love on the Screen, and everyone's favorite, the One Night Series. She's also had an article published in the Writer's Monthly Review Magazine and was just accepted into the Romance Writers of America organization in May of 2015. A.M. Willard was born and raised in the Panhandle of Florida, but resides in Savannah GA with her husband, son, two cats, one rotten dog, and her six chickens. Yes, we said chickens... You can connect with A.M. Willard on her website at www.amwillard.com or subscribe to her newsletter for the latest releases, teasers, and sale alerts: http://eepurl.com/bb-Cd1


Monday, September 14, 2015

Release Blitz, Review by Kristina & Giveaway: The Trial of Guinevere DeGrance by L.B. Dunbar




Title: The Trials of Guinevere DeGrance
Series: Legendary Rock Stars #5
Author: L.B. Dunbar
Genre: Rock Star Romance
 Release Date: September 14, 2015



Blurb

Don’t judge me. I know you want to, but let’s get some facts straight in my defense.

1. I love Arturo King

2. Arturo left me behind.

3. I was lonely.

4. Lansing was an old friend.

5. I love Arturo King.

Did you burn the fictional damsel in distress that cuddled and kissed her best friend when her fantastical boyfriend disappeared for months? No, you didn’t. You sympathized with her loneliness before you read ahead to make sure the boyfriend was coming back to her. Loneliness is not a crime. It’s cruel to be alone, but not a crime, the last I knew. If it is a crime, I’ll light the match to ignite myself for what I’ve done. Goodness knows, I’m burning up with guilt as it is. In my defense, I want my story to be told before I’m judged too harshly. Arturo King might be a rock legend, but he and I are human. We make mistakes. We made mistakes. Do we need to suffer for all of eternity because of them? I hope not. The jury still seems to be out, though. The greater question is: Is it possible to rekindle our love, when the past could burn us all?





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5 Stars
To say that I am an LB Dunbar fan is like saying that elephants are big. It's fair to say that both are quite obvious. I absolutely adore her and every book that I read of hers just endears her to me even more, and this one is no exception. I have read every book that she has written and every single one becomes my new favorite, but Guinevere is by far the best book in the Legendary Rock Stars series. These are all stand alone books but I urge you to read them all in order to get a better idea of who each of these wonderfully complex characters are.

When we first meet Guinevere in book one she is shy, reserved, cautious, curious and quickly enamored with Arturo King, the lead singer/guitarist of the uber famous rock band The Nights. They quickly fall in love, move in together and become engaged, only to have it all ripped out from under them by forces beyond their control.

Fast forward a year and everything is different. Guinevere has had to watch everyone around her go on with their lives while hers is still shattered. Is she strong enough to pick up the pieces of her former self and start to rebuild what she thought was once lost to her or will she succumb to the desperation and loneliness that has become her life? Will her and Arturo find their ways back to each other again or is all lost between them?

I can't describe how many emotions ran through me while reading this book. Joy that Arturo was back. Anger that he allowed Ana to take care of him during his recovery instead of Guinie. Sorrow for what Guinie and Arturo lost. Heartache for the two lovers who just can't seem to get it together at the right time. I laughed, I cried, I shouted at Arturo to get his act together. I felt their pain and I felt their joy, but most of all I felt their love.

LB has a way of making her readers feel like they know the characters in her books personally. They are all likable, down to earth people, even the rock stars. She knows how to weave a tale to make you go through all of the emotions. And she knows how to make you fall in love with her as well as her writing and her characters. I can't wait to see what she has in store for us next!




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Excerpt

Prologue

Guinevere

If I ever wondered what the pits of hell felt like, I sensed my current position was similar to being in the fiery depths. The orange-yellow glow danced before me; blinding me to the man I knew was on the other side of the flames. His face was melting, fading in the fumes that surrounded and flowed from the heat. I sensed the wooden walls of the barn structure were crackling and eventually would crumble, but I continued to stand as if frozen. There would be no chance to freeze under the circumstances. If anything, I should be melting slowly to form a puddle on the floor. My skin felt as if it would peel off of me, one droplet of sweat at a time.

The blaze started in an attempt to gain Arturo’s attention. The boy wanted to impress his father: a rock god who stubbornly ignored his son, as he had done over a year ago in this same barn. The Barn. The place of inspiration for Arturo King and his band, The Nights. The place where they performed their magic through music. The place that marked where history was made.

I continued to stare through the flames that separated us. I could see that his lips were moving; calling or shouting out to me, but I couldn’t hear over the roar of the fire. His face was warped in my vision, drifting with the bright light that framed his head filled with dark waves and a jaw covered thicker than before. His brown eyes looked black as they stared back at me. I was trapped. The flames formed a wall between me and my beloved; a man I loved more than anyone. A man who I hurt more than I ever intended. A man who hurt me with his mysterious disappearance and lack of communication.

I didn’t move. Allowing the heat to consume me, I decided this might be my fate. Death by fire was how the adulteress was punished in ancient times. Of course, in romance novels a hero comes to the aid of the persecuted. My mind flashed to another man. He had been a hero to a little girl trapped within a burning building. He had been my hero, as well, when I was kidnapped in a drugged induced haze. He was someone I should not have been thinking of.

I continued to watch the movement of Arturo’s mouth. The roar of the flames was all that I heard. It made music to my ears, drowning out the accusations.

How could I do it? How could I be with another man?

The world seemed to stop as I struggled to give my answers. In contrast, it came alive in an orange glow that spread rapidly along the old wooden floor. My back was now against the warmth of the stones behind me. It was almost like I imagined a brick oven would feel. The ancient fieldstones were absorbing the heat and reflecting it back within the cramped space. Wood crackled above my head. The ripping sound only assured me that my end was eminent. The walls were catching and the barn was doomed to collapse.

Suddenly, I heard my name. The voice that screamed to me was clear, familiar, and not the voice that should have called for me.

“Guinie, turn around and reach up your hand,” he shouted down to me. It was like an angel spoke to me from the heavens. I couldn’t break my gaze on Arturo, but he was gesturing above me. His expression showed he clearly recognized who was over me, who was calling me. His eyes found mine through the flames and he nodded once. Then he looked away and I quickly spun reaching upward blindly. My eyes were dry, boiled orbs within their sockets. The smoke so thick, I confused it for fog. Stretching, my fingers connected with those reaching down for me. One hand was clasped, the opposite wrist encircled, and up I went into the freshness of the cool summer afternoon air. The scent of pine and lake water burned my smoke encrusted nose and I gasped for more oxygen. It was like I’d been drowning. A brief sensation I’d had a year ago in the water of that lake below.

My mind was clouded, but a passing image flashed of Arturo and me spinning in the blue water. He’d kissed me for the first time on that day then rolled us off the boat into the water in distraction. We were playful then. Not today. I heard his voice ringing in my head; his words enflamed with his bitterness.

How could I do it? Didn’t I love him? 

I balanced on hands and knees in the dry earth near the burning barn. My throat was hoarse from gassy fumes and screams. I called out his name one more time, and then the inevitable happened. The wooden structure collapsed.







Author Bio


L.B. Dunbar loves the original legend of King Arthur. Inspired by this classic tale, she pulled over to the side of the road to take notes when it hit her that if King Arthur lived today, he'd be a rock star. A lover of fairy tales, myths, legends, and anything with happily ever after, she loves to read and write contemporary romance. Her Legendary Rock Stars series is complete with the final tale: The Trials fo Guinevere DeGrance, but the story began with The Legend of Arturo King. She also wrote The Sensations Collection, which includes five stand alones based on the five senses in a small town setting near Lake Michigan. Raised on one side of that lake, she grew up in Michigan, but now lives on the other side, in Chicago. Mother to four, wife to the one and only, and teacher to hundreds of former students, she looks forward to sharing more stories in the future.



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Monday, July 27, 2015

Release Day Blitz, Review by Kristina & Giveaway: The truth of Tristan Lyons by L.B. Dunbar




Title: The Truth of Tristan Lyons
Series: Legendary Rock Stars #4
Author: L.B. Dunbar
Genre: Rock Star Romance
 Release Date: July 27, 2015



Blurb

Heartbreaker.

I understand why I have the nickname. Hey, what can I say? I like women. All women. It doesn’t matter what shape, size, or color. I’m even into sharing. I’ve done it all, seen it all, but I’m at an all-time low. Who wouldn’t be? My best friend is missing. My uncle’s an asshole. I don’t know who I am without The Nights. We are a band of brothers, soldiering through the world with our music. Only, our faithful leader is gone, and everyone else in the band is falling for the oldest trap: love. Love is a lie. It is painful. It is hurtful.

I need a break. I want to be alone. I'm not prepared to share the exclusive home on the Island. I'm not prepared for her. I don’t know who she is or why she's here. She tells me to call her Ireland. I tell her my first name only. Originally, I don’t want to believe she doesn’t recognize me. Bass guitarist for The Nights, come on? After a while we both play the game. Secrets are another form of lies, aren't they?

Our fantasy will crash to reality too soon. Secrets catch up to you. The truth has to be told. It confirms what I already know: love is a lie.

Until her.







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How do you put into words the amazingness that is LB Dunbar and her writing? I have read everything that she has written and I have to say that I think this is my favorite of all of her books. I was prepared not to like Tristan, in fact I was prepared to hate him. What I was not prepared for was to fall completely and madly in love with him AND Ireland. 

This is the 4th book in The Legendary Rock Stars series and while it is best to read them in order it is not necessary. We learn more about Arturo and what has happened to him. FYI grab the tissues when he returns!!

Tristan is the lead guitarist for the popular band The Knights. He lives up to his name as "the heart breaker" by adapting a love em and leave em attitude. He's never with one girl more than once, that is until he meets Ireland and she quite literally changes his life.

Ireland is a famous runway model who feels obligated to fulfill a promise that her uncle made many years ago. She does not want to do it but feels there's no other option for her, so she runs away for a little while to get some perspective. That is when she meets Tristan who turns her world upside down.

This book is full of twists and turns that will keep you guessing. I love the dynamic of this couple so much so that my heart broke for them more than once with all of the misunderstandings and miscommunication. I felt their passion for each other and each time they left each other I felt their pain. 

I absolutely adore LB and everything that she writes and this book just made me love her more. I can't wait to read the rest of this series.





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Excerpt

The Truth of Tristan Lyons excerpt © L.B. Dunbar

I wanted to know who she was. Scratch that, I didn’t care who she was. I wanted to know how she got in the house. Damn these fangirls, sometimes.  They knew no shame. 
“Hey,” I said grabbing her upper arm. “How did you get in here?”
She seemed caught unaware of my approach and screamed loudly, pushing at my chest hard enough, the sheer surprise forced me to let go of her.
With her hand on her chest and her breasts rising and falling in great agitation, I was able to see her big blue eyes and the sprinkle of freckles across her nose. Her chin length blonde hair fell forward as she bent to clasp her knees and catch her breath.
Standing up almost as quickly as she bent over, she spoke to me through delicious looking pink lips.
“Who the fuck are you?” she growled.
“Who the fuck, are you?” I returned.
“I’m…”
“You know what, never mind. You need to go,” I said, cutting her off and reaching for her upper arm again. “I don’t know how you got in here, where you came from, or how you found me, but you need to go.”
I began to tug her toward the front entry, her feet sliding in her flip-flops across the tile flooring. She pulled back, and the force made her skid on an angle across the slippery surface as I dragged her. She continued to glare at me quizzically, leaning away from me.
“I don’t know what you are talking about?”
“Did you follow me, is that it? See me in the airport?”
“What?”
“Okay, I love you too, now you need to go. Okay?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know who I am?”
“I don’t.”
I stopped, still holding firmly to her arm. Something in her voice sounded like she was being serious.
“I’m Tristan.”
She blinked, confusion clearly on her face. I was thoughtful for a moment. It was the innocence in her blue eyes, and the fact she looked like she might cry. Something wasn’t right with this scenario.
“Trist – an,” I said slowly, as if she had some type of hearing impairment.
“Who?”
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“What kind of music do you listen to?”
“Country,” she answered so quickly, she didn’t even blink an eye or stop for thought. On top of that, she said it in such a way that showed she was thoroughly confused, and almost disgusted with me, for even asking such a ridiculous question. She wrinkled her nose.
“Look, I know the owner, and you shouldn’t be here.”
“I know the owner,” I repeated, “and you shouldn’t be here.”
“I’m not leaving,” she said, pulling at her own arm again and sticking out a hand to press against my chest as leverage. I had tugged my shirt off at some point while I was passed out, and her warm hand felt good on my air-conditioned cool skin. Her hand was tiny, I noticed. All of her was thin.
“I’m supposed to be here. Alone,” I emphasized again.
She didn’t respond, so I added, “I think I’ll just call the owner myself, to see where the mix up is.”
“No,” she blurted, stopping in her physical struggle against me. Her eyes opened even wider, if that was possible, and her face was suddenly full of something I couldn’t read. Her blue eyes brightened in a frightening sort of way. Was that fear? Good, she should be afraid.
“Please. I swear. I’m allowed to be here. You don’t need to call Isa.” 
She had me. I didn’t really know who Isa was, and the girl sounded confident enough that I let her call my bluff.
“If there is a mistake, and you were scheduled to stay as well, I won’t complain. As a matter of fact, I won’t even be in your way. You won’t even know I’m here. I plan to keep to myself.”  Her eyes were glassy, and again I worried she was about to cry.
I released her arm and she pulled it back quickly. She fisted the hand of that arm, holding it against her chest. She began rubbing her upper arm with the opposite hand. I noticed again that she was thin, as were her breasts. I didn’t care for small chested girls. I didn’t care for her.
“Well, I’m Tristan, whom you claim to not know, and you are?”
“I’m…Ireland.”
“Ireland what?”
“Just…Ireland.”
I shook my head.
“So this is how we’re going to play it? Fine, my Irish Isle. What are you doing in the Caymans?”
She looked at me for a moment, then leaned toward me and sniffed. She held the disgusted expression on her face and wrinkled her nose as she pulled back.
“Probably the same thing as you.”
“Drinking myself into oblivion?” I laughed, crossing my arms over my bare chest defensively.
“Hiding,” she replied.







Author Bio


L.B. Dunbar loves to read to the point it might be classified as an addiction. The past few years especially she has relished the many fabulous YA authors, the new genre of New Adult, traditional romances, and historical romances. A romantic at heart, she’s been accused of having an overactive imagination, as if that was a bad thing. Author of the Sensations Collection, Sound Advice, Taste Test, Fragrance Free, Touch Screen, and Sight Words, she is also author of the Legendary Rock Star series, beginning with The Legend of Arturo King. She grew up in Michigan, but has lived in Chicago for longer, calling it home with her husband and four children.

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I’d like to say I was always a writer. I’d also like to say that I wrote every day of my life since a child. That I took the teaching advice I give my former students because writing every day improves your writing. I’d like to say I have my ten-thousand hours that makes me a proficient writer. But I can’t say any of those things. I did dream of writing the “Great American Novel” until one day a friend said: Why does it have to be great? Why can’t it just be good and tell a story?

As a teenager, I wrote your typical love-angst poetry that did occasionally win me an award and honor me with addressing my senior high school class at our Baccalaureate Mass. I didn’t keep a journal because I was too afraid my mom would find it in the mattress where I kept my copy of Judy Blume’s Forever that I wasn’t allowed to read as a twelve year old.

I can say that books have been my life. I’m a reader. I loved to read the day I discovered “The Three Bears” as a first grader, and ever since then, the written word has been my friend. Books were an escape for me. An adventure to the unknown. A love affair I’d never know. I could be lost for hours in a book.

So why writing now? I had a story to tell. It haunted me from the moment I decided if I just wrote it down it would go away. But it didn’t. Three years after writing the first draft, a sign (yes, I believe in them) told me to fix up that draft and work the process to have it published. That’s what I did. But one story let to another, and another, and another. Then a new idea came into my head and a new storyline was created.

I was accused (that’s the correct word) of having an overactive imagination as a child, as if that was a bad thing. I’ve also been accused of having the personality of a Jack Russell terrier, full of energy, unable to relax, and always one step ahead. What can I say other than I have stories to tell and I think you’ll like them. If you don’t, that’s okay. We all have our book boyfriends. We all have our favorites. Whatever you do, though, take time for yourself and read a book.
 

L.B. Dunbar






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