A Tempest of Passion by Elyzabeth M. Valey

Please welcome Elyzabeth M. Valey with her latest Evernight Publishing historical shifter romance – A Tempest of Passion.

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Two years ago I had an idea for a novel. It included a wolf shifter and the regency period. A Tempest of Passion was born and here are ten things I think you’ll like about it:

  1.  The regency era. I just love historical romance. 
  2. Courting. The magic of regency era courting. Writing Love letters. 

My dearest Emily,

The sun is barely rising and I find myself at my desk attempting to put into words the emotion that pierces my heart every time I think of you.

3. Shifters. Wolf Shifters and their own special rules.The mating pull would be stronger, more violent. He’d be unable to escape it in any manner. 

  4. A heroine that uses her brain and knows what she wants.  She knew he was referring to her, but she couldn’t look at him, couldn’t succumb to a man she didn’t understand.

   5. A hero that won’t take no for an answer. “I don’t take kindly to broken promises,” he whispered gruffly.

   6. Dancing. Regency dancing. Did you know the waltz was prohibited in many places? Fortunately for our protagonists Brookenshire was not one of those places. *grin*

   7. Kisses. Smoldering kisses.Emily whimpered. The sound came deep from within her as he brushed his lips against hers once more. 

   8. Danger. The panic whinny of a horse sounded in the distance. William’s blood curdled

    9. Love.“Love, Ms. Bunsbury. That intense feeling of affection mingled with passion that leaves you breathless and yearning one moment and content and sated the next. That heart wrenching emotion that you think you can exist without but that in truth you are nothing without.”

   10. Passion it wouldn’t be called A Tempest of Passion if there weren’t any. *wink*

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Getting “Under His Boss”

Thanks so much for having my boys on your blog today.

Well, I say my boys, but from the minute James and George popped into my head, they only had eyes for each other. Office romances are always fraught, however. Never more so than when you lust after your boss, and you’re not even sure whether your boss is gay…

Poor James is all betwixt and between as they say, when he finds this card on his desk.

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No, that can’t have come from his boss, can it?

*grins*

That was the premise behind this story. The picture/card above was a prompt in our Friday Flash Fiction group. I can’t tell you why this picture spoke to me so much. It just did, and once I had written the flash, I knew I had to carry on writing. M/M is not my usual genre, though I have written a fair number of M/M/F stories, but these two… they just needed their story told.

The more I wrote, the more I fell in love with them, and I hope readers will too. After all, Love is a precious thing…

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Blurb:

~Love is a precious thing~

When James Dyllon finds an explicit card on his desk he doesn’t know what to think. His hot as Hades boss has never given him the slightest indication that he returns James’ affections, so this card can’t be from him. Two male lovers entwined—someone is having a laugh at his expense.

George MacKenzie is done lusting after James from afar. A New Year brings with it the opportunity for change and George is tired of hiding. Since taking over the company after his father fell ill, he is finally in a position to act on his feelings, and he wants James. The card might be a feeble attempt, but at least James does not seem disinterested.

Together they will be able to weather anything, as long as he can convince James that he really does want forever.

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Excerpt:

“Happy New Year, boss.”

He put the tray on the night stand, and offered George two aspirin and the glass of water. George swallowed them and winced anew at the sandpapery quality of his throat. James grinned again—in sympathy George assumed—though it was difficult to determine through his blurry eyed vision and the brass band which seemed to have taken up residence in his head.

“Happy New Year.” George managed to croak those few words out and collapsed back on the bed with a groan. “I’m never drinking again.”

“Of course you won’t. Here, sit up, get your caffeine hit, and have a shower. You’ll feel better afterward, I promise.”

George glared at the other man through hooded lids, and decided there and then that James had to be some sort of sadist. No one was this happy first thing in the morning, and took this much delight in torturing another human being into sitting up. The clanging cymbals in his head all decided to bash together in discord and George groaned and held his head in his hands.

“Fuck.”

James’s amused snort joined in with the percussion instruments crashing against his skull and George screwed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Sadly we haven’t yet. I don’t think jerking off to images of you passed out in my bed counts as fucking you, and I do find myself most impatient to do so, so be a good boy, drink this coffee, and then for the love of God, shower, man.”

Amusement tinged those words, but there was an underlying edge that registered over the fuzz for brains in George’s head, and he cracked one eye open to look at James. The intensity of his gaze made him swallow, and all conscious thought fled out of his brain as James grasped his hands and wrapped them round the steaming cup of coffee.

“Coffee, shower, fuck, in that order.”

James winked at him, and George did as he was told. The slap to his ass as he stumbled off the bed and James pointed him to the bathroom, stung, and made his cock jerk. James noticed, of course and wrapped his hand around George’s shaft and pumped it a few times. Exquisite pleasure shot through George’s system, and he braced a hand on the wall to steady himself.

“Fuck, James, stop doing that, or I’ll never make it into the shower.”

James laughed, bit his shoulder lightly, released his cock, and swatted his ass again.

“Don’t be too long in there, or I’ll be forced to join you.”

George groaned and shook his head.

“Is that supposed to be a deterrent or a promise?” He didn’t catch James’s laughing reply, as he stumbled into the bathroom. By the time he managed to eventually relieve himself, wash his hands, and brush his teeth with the spare toothbrush he’d found propped up against the sink, he felt almost human. The warm stream of the power shower further revived him, and he stood and let the hot spray cascade over him. He wasn’t entirely surprised to hear the shower enclosure open and shut and he sucked in a breath when he opened his eyes. James stood with his back to him, and George got his first good look at James’s dragon. It covered his back, wings flapping wildly, and the art work was supreme. Over James’s broad shoulders, down his muscular back and into his delectable ass, George’s gaze followed the trail of ink, and giving into the need to touch the other man, he let his hands follow the trail of his visual inspection.

His cock reared back into life with a speed and force that left him lightheaded as James’s lust filled groan trembled through the confined space of their shower enclosure, and his lover’s muscles tensed under George’s fingertips.

“That’s fucking awesome, baby.” George ran his knuckles down James’s spine until he reached the globes of his ass. Squeezing the firm flesh he kneaded his lover’s butt cheeks and kissed down James’s back. It took a bit of awkward maneuvering in their confined space, but he managed to drop to his knees, and continue his path downward. James swore under his breath and slapped his hands on the tiled wall for support when George spread his lover’s ass cheeks and licked from James’s heavy balls upward to his anus.

James tensed and panted, when George tunneled his tongue through James’s ring of muscle while bringing one hand round to grasp his thick shaft.

“Fuck, George, you don’t have to… Jesus.”

James’s cock jerked and pulsed in George’s firm grasp, and those tight muscles guarding James’s rear entrance tightened around his tongue in involuntary clenches that told George in no uncertain terms how close James was getting. Anal play was something George had always enjoyed. The mere intimacy of the act showed how much you trusted the other person, and he withdrew slowly and growled his next words into James’s hairy thighs, while he fondled the man’s heavy balls.

“Turn round, baby. I want to taste you.”

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Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/under-his-boss-by-doris-oconnor

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Under-His-Boss-Doris-OConnor-ebook/dp/B00TOYJO0A/

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About Doris:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Totally Tantalizing Tuesday – Gerard Butler

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Hope you all are wearing green today so you don’t get pinched. Or maybe you’re not wearing green because you want to get pinched! 😉 So not only do we get to drink green beer today, but it just so happens that St. Patrick’s Day falls on a Tantalizing Tuesday this year. In honor of kilt wearing men everywhere, I thought I’d find a hot somebody that not only wears a kilt well, but has a great accent (albeit a Scottish one)! 😉 Here’s hunky actor Gerard Butler!

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Rescuing Cade

Today, I have the lovely and ever talented Elodie Parkes visiting with her latest Evernight Publishing release – Rescuing Cade. Welcome back, Elodie! Always a pleasure having you here.

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Blurb

Cade’s trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under the pressure of expectations from, The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment, they’re both running in opposite directions.

Gorgeous Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.

Lovely Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.

The trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?

An erotic romance with a sprinkle of vanilla BDSM   Continue reading “Rescuing Cade”

Totally Tantalizing Tuesday – Zack Dudley – YES!

Okay, so most of you know nothing makes me more excited than a cowboy! Yep, that’s right! I ❤ country boys, especially those in cowboy hats. This week for tantalizing Tuesday, I found a man that makes me squirm in my seat when I see a picture of him in a cowboy hat! He looks just as good without one (as you will see from some of his other pictures), but he wears cowboy so damn good it should be a sin! Enjoy – Zack Dudley! 🙂 You’re welcome. You can find Zack on Facebook.  Continue reading “Totally Tantalizing Tuesday – Zack Dudley – YES!”

Totally Tantalizing Tuesday – David Byers

I’m late! I’m late! I’m late in getting today’s Tantalizing Tuesday out and I’m so very sorry. Crazy weekend with slumber party for my daughter and soccer, soccer, soccer. But I wasn’t going to let today go without some tantalizer. And I have a good one! For those of you – like me – that love a guy with tattoos and bikes, I have just your man – DAVID BYERS! Sit back and enjoy! He’s fabulous! And you can find him on Facebook or Twitter @DavidEmeryByers

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Totally Tantalizing Tuesday – Jamie Dornan

Yes, I was one of those people that didn’t think Jamie Dornan was Christian Grey. I read all three books and pictured him entirely different. I’m also one of those people that read a bunch of reviews of the Fifty Shades of Grey movie and lowered my expectations of the film. Well, I went to see it on Friday night and I was pleasantly surprised for a few reasons. I’m not ranking the movie as one of the best movies I’ve ever seen because it’s not. But I enjoyed it for what it was. It stuck to the book – for the most part. Dakota Johnson did a fabulous job as Anastasia. The sex scenes were pretty steamy for a rated R movie and yet tastefully done. And well, I ❤ Jamie Dornan even if he wasn’t how I first envisioned Christian. He’s a handsome devil!

So here’s several shades of Jamie Dornan. Mr. Grey will see you now! Laters, baby!

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Stalking the Pharmacist

Tamsin Baker is visiting us today with her latest Evernight Publishing contemporary shifter romance release, Stalking the Pharmacist, book 2 of the Perfect pairs series. Welcome back, Tamsin.

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Blurb:

On the surface, Ashleigh had it all—money, a great career, and a successful husband. But behind closed doors, life wasn’t so pretty. Now she’s free, and determined to never let herself be vulnerable again. So when she gets an invite to her cousin’s wedding, she jumps at the chance to get away. The small town nestled at the base of the Rocky Mountains seems like the perfect place to unwind and start forgetting about her abusive ex-husband. The last thing she expects to see is her beloved cousin Laura marrying two men, and to 8find herself irrationally attracted to a pair of twins.

 

Scientist Scott and football coach Jack are a perfect pair of mountain lion shifters who made the horrible decision when they were young to break from tradition. Each married a woman who made his life miserable, rather than search for their destined mate. Now in their forties, they’ve all but given up on finding their mate—until they see her. All the signs show that Ash is their true mate. Jack is eager and ready to chase, but Scott’s scars run deep. Will they be able to overcome the past and create a new future?

 

Excerpt:

“Hey, Aunt Rosalie. Congratulations on finally marrying those two off.”

Jack kissed the woman, and Ash gulped air into her lungs. What on earth had happened outside when Jack and his twin, Scott, had touched her? It had been like they’d reached inside her and attached electrodes to her soul, shooting pleasure into her belly and destroying her ability to hold her own body weight. If Jack hadn’t stepped forward when he had, she would have ended up on the ground, a pulsing mess of sensations.

“Yeah, well they had to wait for the right woman to come along, didn’t they, Jack?”

Something almost stern in Rosalie’s tone snapped Ash’s attention back to their conversation and she watched a slash of red color Jack’s handsome face.

“Yes, they were much smarter than I.”

Oh, so he was married? He wasn’t wearing a ring, although that wasn’t a given for all men. Divorced, then? Or had he let someone go?

Rosalie turned back to her, blue eyes glowing with warmth.

“Jack have you met Laura’s cousin Ash? She’s a pharmacist from Toronto.”

Ash’s belly tightened as Jack’s sparkling ocean-blue eyes met hers, a smile tilting up his full lips.

“I did, outside for a moment, though I didn’t realize she was a pharmacist.”

Ash swallowed the lump that had risen in her throat and straightened her shoulders. She could do this. Conduct a conversation with a man she couldn’t keep her eyes off.

“What do you do, Jack?”

He grinned at her, that smile lighting its way down into the pit of her belly, pulling on an area between her thighs that Ash had believed had died a long time ago. After her ex-husband had done such a good job of destroying her self-esteem, she hadn’t thought a man would ever truly appeal to her again.

She squeezed her thighs together and almost gasped at the jolt of longing that just being so close to this man brought her. She’d never believed in lust at first sight, but this had to be it!

“I’m a football coach for the local high school. I played pro ball for a few years after college.”

Ash’s blood cooled like the heat had never been. He said that with such arrogance, as though it was actually impressive! She frowned and looked away. What was the easiest way of escaping? Maybe say she needed to go to the toilet?

“Oh, that’s nice. Would you excuse me? Rosalie, could you tell me where the bathroom is, please?”

Jack’s eyes went wide and his mouth fell open slightly.

Yeah, I’m not impressed by the fact that you can kick a bloody ball around, buddy.

She smiled at Rosalie and tried to ignore the odd pain in her gut. Why would she want to stay and talk to a footballer, for God’s sake? Thick as a brick and more focused on his body than anything of importance.

Rosalie’s eyes widened as though she were shocked by Ash’s reaction, but Ash wasn’t budging. How stupid did they think she was to fall for the charm of a philanderer? Ash waited for the information she’d requested, smiling as sweetly as possible at her hostess.

“Head down the hallway there, and it’s the third door on the left.”

Ash gave Jack a half smile and bobbed her head. “Nice to meet you.”

She turned on her heel for the second time in ten minutes and headed off in the direction Rosalie had sent her.

The house was incredible. The ceilings were high and the rooms were spacious, yet had that cozy home feel that only special people managed. She stopped outside the bathroom and stared at the framed picture on the wall. It was of Tyler and Brandon, about fifteen years earlier. They were lanky and their noses were too big, yet their smiles were exactly the same. Cheeky and oh-so-charming. Her cousin was a lucky woman, indeed. Assuming of course they didn’t turn into the arrogant pigs most men could be. Though judging by their mother, they’d be skinned alive if they did.

“I love that photo.”

Rosalie had snuck up behind her and poked her nose over Ash’s shoulder.

Ash turned and smiled at the proud mother. “My cousin seems very happy, Rosalie. I’m so glad she’s found someone…ah…” Laura was sorta married to both of them, right? Ash had read the invitation wrong and turned up two hours early. She’d been shocked at first to see two grooms surrounding her cousin, but Laura’s happiness had been so evident, it was impossible to judge her harshly.   “I mean, men who will look after her, love her.”

Rosalie swiveled so she was blocking Ash’s escape into the bathroom, her abundant figure beautiful in its feminine shapes.

“She is, but so are they.”

Ash nodded. “I don’t know your sons at all, but I do know Laura. That woman is a gem.”

Rosalie crossed her arms over her impressive bust and looked at her with intense eyes. Ash cocked her head at the older woman.

“Is there something you want to tell me, Rosalie?”

Rosalie’s beautiful eyes were troubled as she worried her lower lip with her teeth.

“My sons are a perfect pair. Which means that they are perfect compliments to each other, in both looks and personality. Pretty much think of it as your perfect man, divided into two.”

Ashleigh laughed, the bubbles spreading through her belly and out. She had to cover her mouth with her hand, she was so loud.

“Well, in my experience that would be the only way to get a halfway decent man.”

Rosalie frowned at her, and Ash stopped laughing. That was probably too much information for a woman she barely knew.

“Jack and Scott are a perfect pair also, so please don’t dismiss Jack because you think he isn’t educated enough. He has a college degree, but chooses to spend his life educating young men about the strength of their bodies. Scott is a scientist with the government, he chose a different path.”

Heat seared a path up Ash’s neck and blossomed across her face. The tone Rosalie had just taken with her could only be called chastising, and she was feeling it right down to her sickened belly.

Guilty as charged.

“I don’t like football, or footballers, Rosalie. I have just endured a very nasty divorce, so please excuse my rude behavior. I’m not interested in anyone, especially two men who…”

She trailed off, her cross-referencing brain pulling together fibers she wasn’t sure she should.

Two men! Oh my God!

She took a breath and stared directly into Rosalie’s blue eyes, seeing the truth there before she even asked the dreaded question.

“Rosalie, do all perfect pairs marry one woman?”

She placed her hands on her hips and barely stopped herself from tapping her foot when Rosalie looked down for a moment.

Then the woman looked back up, her mouth tight as she nodded. “Yes. They are designed to find one perfect woman for them.”

Oh God, no.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Stalking-Pharmacist-Perfect-Pairs-Book-ebook/dp/B00TEBI4P4/ref=sr_1_8?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1423609766&sr=1-8

Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/stalking-the-pharmacist-by-tamsin-baker/

 

Author Links:

www.erotictamsinbaker.blogspot.com.au

www.tamsinbakererotic.com

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tamsin-Baker/317614138351036

 

 

 

Time For “Finding Home”

I’ve got the lovely Rebecca Brochu visiting today with her latest Evernight Publishing release, Finding Home. Welcome back, Rebecca! 🙂

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BLURB:

Left adrift after escaping from an abusive relationship and being constantly on the move in an effort to stay one step ahead of his abuser has left Salem Rooks with little in the way of personal connections in his life. So when Salem bumps into an attractive stranger on his way to work one morning he isn’t expecting it to lead anywhere. He certainly isn’t expecting it to change his life.

Wyatt Pendleton is handsome, sweet natured, and homeless. Drawn to the quiet strength Wyatt exudes Salem finds himself pulled back to the man’s side time and time again. Working through their differences is a challenge, as is the ever looming shadow of Carter, Salem’s abusive ex, to deal with. Despite that Salem finds that he and Wyatt are both willing to fight and overcome all of it in order to protect the home that they’ve found in each other.

 

EXCERPT:

He wanted Wyatt fiercely in that instance and his hands moved down of their own accord to pluck at the waistband of Wyatt’s pants. He was all set to tug at it, to finally see what Wyatt’s cock looked like when one of Wyatt’s hands suddenly wrapped around his fingers and tugged them away. Startled, Salem pulled back far enough to look Wyatt in the face.

Wyatt was flushed, his cheeks red above the dark line of his beard, his lips kiss swollen and his eyes bright with want. Salem’s own face felt hot, the skin of his cheeks and around his mouth rubbed tender by Wyatt’s beard. He leaned forward to kiss Wyatt again, but to his surprise and slight hurt Wyatt shook his head slowly. Salem sat frozen as Wyatt raised a hand up to slowly, carefully, cup his jaw in the warmth of his palm instead in a gesture that had quickly grown familiar between the two of them.

“We can’t, Salem. Not now, not just yet.” Wyatt’s voice was a deep, throaty rasp that made Salem’s stomach flutter for a brief second before he focused on what had been said.

“Why not?” Salem cleared his throat and did his best to ignore the huskiness of his own voice as doubt crept up on him suddenly. It was enough to break through the passionate haze that had fallen over him. “Do you not want me?” Salem shifted nervously where he was pressed against Wyatt’s body as he waited for the answer. He was sure Wyatt did want him, but he still felt compelled to ask. He could feel the line of his cock pressed against his own hip, a thick hot weight that made Salem want to sigh in anticipation, but it suddenly wasn’t proof enough. He’d been wrong about so much in the past that Salem needed the reassurance.

“I want you.” Wyatt replied instantly before he leaned back down into Salem’s space to nip and suck at his earlobe. Salem shuddered. “I’ve wanted you for weeks now. I’ve imagined being with you, in you, a hundred times. I’d daydream about kissing you, about how you’d taste, what you’d feel like. Wanting’s not the issue, Salem.”

 

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Become “Susceptible to Him”

Susceptible to Him

A Risso Family Novella
Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 10, 2015
Blurb:
Lia Risso walked in on her fiancé and three other women on Valentine’s Day. Two celibate years later, her roommate creates a profile for Lia on a dating website—without her knowledge—and sets up a date. On Valentine’s Day.
Ryan Walsh, a self-made millionaire and libertine, refuses to commit to any one woman. Tossed from foster home to foster home as a child, Ryan is on guard against becoming vulnerable ever again.
One dinner…one night of dancing and flirting with the attraction between them, puts both Lia and Ryan in danger of heart break.
They have a choice—open themselves to the possibility of hurt or walk away, never knowing what might have been.
Excerpt:


My nerve endings stirred as the subtle scent of sandalwood wafted across the table time and again. What man used sandalwood-scented soap anymore? By the cut of his suit and the Rolex on his wrist, Ryan Walsh had money. And plenty of it. Why no expensive cologne? The chick-lure nectar of the gods his type bathed in?
He grinned again, and heat filled the empty place only Mr. Pink had seen or stroked in two years. Ryan’s attention drifted to my lips and lingered as our waiter took his time pouring our wine.
I forced myself to breathe as my treasonous nipples pebbled, begging for attention.
Damnation. I do not want this.

He was too friggin’ sexy for his own good. And by his suggestive grin and the twinkle in his eyes, he knew it too.
“Are you ready to order, Lia?” Ryan asked, his focus staying on my face instead of dipping downward like most men’s did.
Praying my voice didn’t betray my arousal, I turned my attention the waiter. “I’ll have the shrimp Fra Diavlo.”
“And for you, sir?”
Ryan spouted off a few words in Italian, never once breaking eye contact with me.
My lips twitched. Papa would be impressed.
When the waiter ambled away, a smile—a real smile, not the cocky, you-know-you-want-me ones he had offered until then—revealed straight, white teeth.  “So.”
His low voice caressed my ears, and I pressed my thighs together. Thank God I hadn’t shaved. No doubt he had little trouble getting women into his bed. Or their bed. Or against a wall.
Holy shit.
About Lynn Burke:


Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Her current work, the Risso Family Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.

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