Friday, April 28, 2017

Release Tour and Giveaway Father by Clairssa Wild Review Included !

Title: Father
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Romance Suspense/Taboo Romance
Release Date: April 25, 2017
Cover Designer: Booming Covers

Confess your sin.
People call me Father, but I prefer Frank because I’m the worst preacher you’ll ever meet.
Days spent completely wasted pull a number on you, especially when you’ve got a truckload of baggage that comes with it.
Until this beautiful girl in the back of the church takes my breath away.
…And we end up committing sacrilege in the confessional.
Did I mention I’m filthy?
Bad doesn’t even begin to describe me, and after one taste of what she’s got to offer, I want more.
Too bad having a dirty mind isn’t the only thing we’ve got in common…
Our past is laced with sin.
Author’s Note: This book is not for everyone. It’s raw. It’s vulgar. It’s downright offensive. But it’s oh so damn delicious with a capital D. If you are easily offended or prudish, please don’t read this book. But if you like a bit of humor mixed in with raunchiness and brawling, you’ll love this book.
Contains disturbing situations, strong language, and graphic violence.



Lets start of by saying this is our first book by this author and we loved it!I have to say that this story was really very dark,edgy,very erotic,intense,raunchy,violent ,emotional had offensive situations, taboo elements. I have to say that it made me uneasy at times as the story progressed as it always had you on pins and needles and excited on what was going to happen next.I love reading Dark Romances with dangerous characters that are violent,twisted who have a  tortured soul as you know its going to be a very intense read especially when the story is about a Preacher who used to be and killer and a ex gang member bad boy.

Warning this is a very dark story with a intense story line and is not for the faint of heart or the very religious as there are a lot of taboo elements throughout the story and Highly Erotic. Fifty shades of Grey read was very tame compared to this story.

Omg a story that blew me away from the very first pages as it was a page turner that had such a heart gripping intense story.I loved the characters especially the stern mother filled with love for her destructive son,the sweet girl friend Laura along with the f-ed up preacher with tons of emotional baggage along with his loyal friends who stuck with him no matter what dark and dangerous and destructive path Frank was on.

A tragic story of loss for both Frank and Laura who both lost so much.Franks because of the life he used to live and the enemies he made and Laura's because her mom was caught in the crossfire of a situation gone wrong.This couple had amazing chemistry together that sizzled throughout the pages and made an awesome couple .Laura is Franks perfect mate as she is sweet innocent and loving with a big heart,forgiving,a listener,non judgmental adventurous as well as tough as nails,independent but, also likes her sex as dirty as he does . Franks no match for her she as known true evil as her father is evil and treacherous as they come so she is used to dark and dangerous men.Perhaps she was drawn to Frank at first because he is just like her father and seeks a bit of danger and adventure but what really she saw was that he had true goodness within him and was capable and loving and caring for another soul and souls among all that brokenness.

I alway pick a favorite character in a story and mine is going to be Frank.Why ? Where to start he's broken and damaged,violent, highly sexual,talks dirty,likes his sex intense and dirty,and is always acting on his sexual needs in the most inappropriate places like in his church,on his alter and in his confessional. Definitely OMG moments with pantie wetting outcomes !I could not help but be drawn to this broken man with so many different faucets of his personality. Violent dark and dangerous one minute and yet loved his mother with his whole heart and hated hurting her with his destructive behavior helping his flock of those who see saw going down a dangerous path.I loved that he never hid his past what he was what he is, I loved how he opened up with his story to others about his own past misdeeds to prevent them from making the same mistakes he did.Who better to explain the danger and sins and regrets to them then one who lived them and lost all the meant most to him.

Loved it cover to cover and I was enthralled from the very beginning .I story with ups and downs,secrets coming to life, healing,forgiveness,danger and many twists and turns and very emotional  that effects the fate of Laura her brothers and Frank. This story definitely tugged on your emotions and heart having you also feeling pain,sadness and sorrow for the characters you were reading about.

I loved when your able to connect with the characters you read about and I was able to do that with these main characters.You could not help but be drawn to them experiencing their pain sorrow and regrets and well as the love and forgiveness right along with them.Its nice to read a story every now and then that is not within your comfort zone and something edgy as it makes that read even more enjoyable because your doing something new and adventurous has you living on the wild-side yourself if on for a little while.I love story that is tragic yet rewarding once you overcome all the hurtles that are placed in ones path .

As dark as the story was it did bring several chuckles as some laughs tucked in there to.My favorite scene in the entire story had to be the prude of the mom confessing to the father that her son was jerking off and what a sin it was. Omg I laughed so hard I thought I would pee my pants .I am still laughing as I am writing this ...(grinning)

A recommend read  to all who like Dark Romances and sex outside of the box and the forbidden taboo elements and really erotic novels.This is the type of story that was so gripping that it has you thinking about it even after its over as it stays with you for awhile.Goes into the keeper pile and I would definitely read this author again.

We are giving it 5 stars



A personal note: If you enjoyed this story as much as I did check out Tiffany Reisz's Original Sinners stories its starts out with a Jesuit Priest who falls in love with a fifteen old girl who he knows is destined to be his. 
Soren is a sadist who lives the bdsm lifestyle in secret with not one lover but two
Soren, Nora aka Eleanor and Kingsley have some amazing adventures together!


“Fuck …” she murmurs, and she bites my lip, drawing more blood. “I fucking hate you so much right now.”
“Hmm … I can tell,” I muse, licking the top of her lips and pulling her closer. “And I fucking hate that too.”
“Fuck you; you’re the cause of all this,” she whispers as I let my tongue roam free across her neck.
“You were the one who seduced me. This is what you get,” I tease, licking her skin.
She leans back and tries to smack me again, but this time I grasp both her wrists and pin them to the wall. “You wanna do this the hard way? You got it,” I growl, and I nudge her legs apart with my knee. “But I’m not going anywhere, and you know it.”
“Damn you,” she hisses, so I cover her mouth with mine to stop the complaining.
She wants this.
She clearly does, or she wouldn’t have kissed me.
She’s just mad that she does, and that’s okay. I’m pissed off too.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t fix this shit.
And what better way to make up than with a bit of hard, rough fucking? Nothing.
So I curl my fingers under her shirt and rip it off, not giving a shit that it’s tearing at the seams. And lucky me … she’s not even wearing a bra.
“Hey!” she calls out, but I smother her with more kisses and lick the seam of her mouth until she parts her lips and lets me in. My tongue always shuts her up.
Her tits are a handful and feel so nice as I rub my thumb across her nipples, hardening them.
“You know you like this,” I murmur against her lips, grinning like a motherfucker as I twist her nipple.
“Shut up,” she growls, and she rakes her fingers through my hair as she kisses me.
“We’ll see about that,” I mutter. “After I take your ass.”
Her comeback is to rip off my shirt and buttons fly everywhere.
I love it when she gets feisty.
I spin her around so she’s facing the wall. “Mine.”
Mine? You wish,” she says, so I push my hard-on against her thighs.
“Oh yes, you’re mine, all right. Feel this? That’s what you do to me. That’s how crazy you make me, even when we hate each other’s guts.”
“Just fuck me. I’m done talking,” she hisses, eyeing me from over her shoulder as my hand slithers down her belly.
I rip down her zipper and pull the button loose, taking down her pants and underwear in one go.
She squeals again, but I cover her mouth with my hand and whisper, “Don’t want the kids to hear you moan …”
She still looks furious as my hand dives between her legs. I grin when I feel her slickness, even when she tries to keep her legs together.
“See?” I muse.
“I so wanna smack that grin off your face,” she growls.
“You can try … but nothing can beat this.” I rub my fingers up and down her slit, slowly easing her into it until her legs part and I can swivel across her clit. “As much as I hate to say it … you’re mine now, and I don’t let go of what’s mine.”
She smiles again and bites her lip, looking at me with those dreamy eyes. Gosh, I wanna kiss her so badly. And then I figure … why not?
So I grab her face and pull her close until our lips touch and our mouths lock. I can’t help but smile as I kiss her because every second I taste her on my lips is another win.
She’s everything I ever wanted, and I think I’m only just beginning to understand what this means for me. For us. For the future.
When our lips unlatch, her face still hovers so close to mine. I can feel her hot breath on my skin, and it makes me wanna do all the dirty stuff I promised the nurses I wouldn’t. The question is: Would anyone notice if we did?
“I know what you’re thinking, and the answer is no,” she quips, putting up a finger.
“Aw … c’mon.” I sigh.
“No! This is a hospital, for crying out loud.” She snorts. “But I’m glad your dick still works perfectly fine.”
“You can break my bones and shoot me down, but nothing will ever stop this monster dick from getting stiff as a rod, trust me.”
She snorts, and I kiss her again for good measure, tasting the sweetness that is her mouth so I can remember it while I’m stuck in this stupid hospital bed and she’s gone home.
“Ugh … I wish I could stay,” she murmurs against my lips.
“Can’t you?”
“I’m not a patient, remember?”
“You could be. There’s an empty bed. I’ll kick Carl out.”
She sniggers from my comment. “You’ll be out in no time.”
“And what then?” I ask. “Are you coming to live with me in the church or …?”
“No, thanks. I don’t wanna get killed by Margaret. Or worse … give her a heart attack.”
“Heart attack?” I frown.
“She’d die of one if she caught us having sex one more time.”
I laugh. “Well, she’ll just have to deal with that then. I mean, c’mon, a man’s got his needs, right? She knows that.”
“Does she even like me?” she asks, toying with my hair.
“Of course, she does.” I grab her hand and kiss the back. “You like me … so she likes you too. The two go hand in hand.”
“Really?” She raises a brow. “Because I know what we did last time we were there, and it wasn’t pretty.”
“We’ll be more … secretive from now on,” I muse, biting my lip. “And I can’t wait to defile the church all over again.” I grunt and pull her onto the bed with me, smashing my lips to hers, fiercely taking her.
I can’t help myself. It’s just the way I am. A needy asshole who can’t get enough of her.
“Stop,” she murmurs, grinning. “We have to behave.”
“For now. But wait until I’m outta here. Then we’ll see how bad I can get.”
“Who says I wanna?”
“Don’t lie to yourself,” I tease, poking her in the belly. “You and I both know you want me.”
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes. “I’ll take you back, but …” She pushes me back with a flat hand. “You still have some making up and groveling to do, Mister.”
With a lopsided smile, I say, “Call me Father Frank … and I’ll make you confess all your sins.”
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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Bad Teacher, RUIN, and the Indecent Games Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
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Review Tour and Giveaway for Hook by Lilly Atlas

Title: Hook
Series: No Prisoners MC Novella
Author: Lilly Atlas
Genre: MC Romance
Published: April 11, 2017
After ten years away, Marcie is finally venturing back to where she grew up. She isn’t in town for twenty-four hours, when she crosses paths with Hook and Striker, the two boys who kept her safe and happy as a young girl. Only they aren’t boys anymore. They are fully grown, muscular, and alpha men. Members of the No Prisoners’ motorcycle Club. All through her teenage years, Marcie’s heart belonged to Hook. Not that he ever seemed to notice. And it appears that as an adult, not much has changed with regards to her feelings toward the sexy biker. But a bossy, alpha man is not what independent Marcie is looking for. 
The moment Hook lays eyes on Marcie, it’s as though the last ten years apart never existed. He wanted her back when she was off limits, and it doesn’t take long before he realizes he still wants her. Marcie’s changed, though. She’s no longer a frightened teenager in need of a safe haven. Now she’s a beautiful, confident, and a bit too independent woman. Will Hook be able to convince Marcie a life with him wouldn’t stifle her independence? Their relationship is tested when Marcie clings to her hard-won life and when an aspect of that life threatens not only their future together but their safety as well.
 

“It's got twists and turns, it’s steamy and sweet. It's a fast read and can standalone.” - OMG Reads
"I love this authors work and she certainly never disappoints with any of her work." - Wendy's Book Blog
“I am so glad I found the author Lilly Atlas and look forward to the next book.” - Readers Review

Let's start off by saying that this is a new author for us and we really enjoyed out first read by her.Three friends after so many years apart reunited but not under ideal circumstances but , are Happy moments never less and an opportunity for second chances.

An enjoyable romance filled with love,romance,healing,putting old ghosts to rest with a few surprises in the mix.We loved almost all the characters except the ex boyfriend what an a**. One of the things I loved about them the most were their unique names.They were fun and exciting as well as love-able and added that excitement and humor that the book needed to keep you engrossed.

I always pick a favorite character and mine is going to be Hook.That guy was just so sweet and love-able and handsome to boot .I just loved everything about him.He was patient and kind and lethal,possessive,humorous and just had one of those upbeat personalities yet showed he was vulnerable as well.He always had a thing for Marice when they were kids but, he new she was to young for him and vulnerable due to her family life and he did not want to take advantage.Now all bets are off no more acting like the protective big brother instead he is going to peruse what his heart as always wanted Marcie! Hook new they were destined to be soul mates and now he has a second chance of that happening.With a boyfriend in the mix as well he's up for the challenge.

We loved Marcie as well.We found her to be strong ,confident,beautiful,kind,had a sense of humor but, their always seemed sadness that  surrounds her as well as being restless.Hook is just what she needs and has always been attracted to him but,  she see's him as a bit of fun and not a permanent fixture in her life.Why not act on all those fantasies she has always had? For Marice a fling is what she has in mind but, for Hook its so such more.Marice was a bit of a complicated character that had a troubled childhood that brings back those bad memories and nightmares by returning home.She has become a strong independent women now and left all that behind her yet returning home its stirs up old ghosts she thought she laid to rest.Poor Hook already has strikes against him in winning Marcie over as he was part of all that back then as he and Striker were the ones that loved and protected her making them part of the bad memories she no longer wants part of.Marice was her own worst enemy at times as she was just too independent and just might push the only thing away that would bring her the true happiness that she has always wanted.

This was definitely a hot sexy read that was filled with tons of emotion and healing as well as love , forgiveness and friendship with a bit of drama and danger thrown in the mix and we loved it.An engrossing read from the get go with a bunch of interesting and love-able and fun characters and we could not put it down.A story that made us laugh as well and cry.

I love when you are able to connect or fall in love with the characters that you are reading about and we were able to do that with this great group of characters.I love when that happens to you because then you are invested then in seeing them get their happily ever after.Your always rooting for them.

A recommend MC romance that was a light fun read that was action packed from the get go .I am looking forward to getting to know the other members of this series as well .

5 stars from us


Chapter 1
Marcie lifted the long-necked bottle to her lips and drank a sip of the warm, stale beer she’d been nursing for the past forty-five minutes. As the tepid liquid filled her mouth, she cringed and forced herself to swallow. The desire to finish the beverage had long fled, but she needed something to keep her hands and mind occupied. With a small grunt of disgust, she set it down on the table and let her gaze wander around the smoke-filled bar.

She couldn’t imagine any place she would rather be less than she wanted to be in this bar, back in her hometown of Crystal Rock, Arizona, sitting next to the boyfriend she desired about as much as the lukewarm beer. It wasn’t his fault. Timing sucked. They’d only been dating for two weeks when her mother passed. Really, she hadn’t been all that interested in him, but it was nice to have something to do a few nights a week. Ugh, that sure sounded shallow. Poor Tanner had tried to coax her onto his lap, but that would have made her look dependent on him for comfort. And she wasn’t. She barely knew the guy.

For the first time in ten years, Marcie had made the trip back to Arizona. She’d returned to bury her mother, a miserable woman who spent the majority of Marcie’s childhood stoned and in bed with one random man or another. They hadn’t spoken in almost five years, and while she wasn’t surprised to learn of her mother’s passing, Marcie was truly shocked to discover what little the woman possessed was left to her only child.

A second shock came when her new boyfriend—if she could even give him the strong label—Tanner, offered to accompany her from Seattle to the unassuming town of Crystal Rock, claiming he wanted to assist in settling her mother’s affairs. The show of support touched her, and in a weak moment she caved to his request. Had she been in her right mind, she’d have turned him down. His help wasn’t necessary. She could handle the trip and her mother’s meager affairs on her own, as she handled everything else life threw at her. Independently. Alone. Lonely.

But Tanner insisted, and for the first time in years, she relented and allowed someone the possibility to take care of her. And she’d been secretly relieved by the knowledge that she wouldn’t have to make the journey alone. That was until he invited two of his friends, and turned the trip into a bro’s trip complete with a two-night stop in Vegas.

From the moment Tanner hit the gas and left Seattle in the dust, aspects of his personality she hadn’t yet been introduced to began to emerge. Unfortunately, he transformed into an overgrown frat boy would couldn’t see past his next drink. Even his buddies Cameron and Billy seemed surprised by his slide back to his college days. What did she expect? This is what she got for giving a man she just met some control over her life.

His party mentality wasn’t impressive and she wasn’t they type to overlook poor behavior on the off chance it would improve with time. Nope, she was done with him.

The kind thing would probably be to just inform him tonight that they were through, but her brain was fried and she’d much rather do it back in Seattle, and not in a town where more bad than good memories lurked around every corner.

So, she’d end it as soon as they returned, and she’d be on her own once again. And wasn’t that just how she liked it? It wasn’t the eighteen hundreds. She could and would take care of herself. Too much of her childhood was spent afraid and cowering behind the protection and care of two very special friends. Now, she lived how she wanted without depending on anyone for anything.

Fatigue weighed heavy on Marcie’s shoulders. She’d spent eight hours, today, sifting through a run-down trailer full of tragic childhood memories, and that was after a very simple and unattended burial service. Spending another night with three men who were happiest when in whichever bar was closest was about as appealing as a trip to the gynecologist.

Glancing down at her lap, she smoothed the front of the simple, yet elegant, black skirt she’d worn with a black blouse to the lonely burial. Marcie had been the only person in attendance, unable to wake a hung-over Tanner before she had to leave. Her prostitute mother hadn’t had true friends, and alienated her family, so Marcie was it.

Tanner downed his own drink then grabbed her abandoned beer to polish that off as well. He clanked her beer bottle on the table and she jolted, lost in her own melancholy thoughts. “Damnit, Marcie, this is piss warm. Go grab me a new one from the bar.” As he spoke he gave an unaffectionate tug on her short blonde hair. “I gotta take a piss. Where the hell’s the john?” He glanced around the crowded bar. “Jesus, there’s so many people here it’s gonna take me a year to get to the damn can.”

Marcie shot him a death look, but refused to allow him the satisfaction of seeing her rub the sore spot on her head. Tanner had been in a rotten mood all day, complaining about being stuck in Crystal Rock with nothing to do while Marie dealt with her mother’s personal effects. God forbid he offered to help. Not that she need it. She handled it without him. If she had enough energy to deal with the fallout, she’d just walk away tonight, but she couldn’t handle a confrontation right now.

Relief was almost immediate as she left the three men at the table. The one and only reason she followed his command to grab a beer was to get away from them a few minutes. Tanner was right about one thing. The bar was jam packed. It took quite a bit of fancy maneuvering to work her way to the bar without rubbing up on every body in the place.

With a heavy sigh, she took a seat at the bar in no rush to grab the attention of the cute bartender.

A commotion from the opposite side of the dimly lit bar caught her attention, and she turned in time to see a group of large, gruff bikers enter the establishment. Growing up in Crystal Rock, there was no way to escape knowledge of the No Prisoners motorcycle club. They ran the town, and had always patronized Black’s as their bar of choice.

No surprise, the tattooed men in leather were accompanied by a gaggle of women with tiny skirts and even smaller tops, leaving less than nothing to the imagination.

“What’ll it be, darlin’?” the young, thin man slinging bar asked with a flirty smile, most likely hoping to garner a larger tip. A bull ring ran through his septum and his hands resting on the surface of the bar had the words game over tattooed across the knuckles.

“Another please,” she said, indicating the bottle she’d returned to the bar.

“Sure thing, sweetness. Be right back.” He winked as he turned to grab her beer. Shaggy dark hair stuck out from under a backwards baseball cap and his tan was nicely on display around his dark grey wife beater. Obviously, this was a casual establishment.

She smiled, charmed by his friendly nature. Crystal Rock boasted an eclectic mix of people from all walks of life. A few seconds later, he returned with the uncapped beer and another flirty wink. Marcie paid and swiveled on the stool. Looks like she’d stalled long enough. Time to rejoin the bromance at her table.

“Holy shit! Marcie? Marcie Barringer?” The voice was familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it.

Her head snapped around, and she came face-to-face, well face to chest—the man was tall as a building—with Dylan Parker.

“Dylan?” she asked, unable to keep the delight from her voice. Without thinking, she launched herself off the stool, landed against his hard chest with a grunt, and wrapped her arms tight around the body that was no longer that of a young boy, but a full-grown man. And a hot one at that.

He seemed just as elated to have run into her, and returned the embrace with gusto. “I can’t believe it, Marce,” he said, gripping her arms and holding her away from his body. He raked her up and down with his eyes. “Damn girl you grew up into something gorgeous. I like that pixie haircut. Fits you.”

Marcie blushed, but couldn’t remove the giant grin from her face. She’d known Dylan for as long as she could remember. Without him, she may not have survived her childhood, at least not in one piece. Neither had any siblings, and, being six years older, Dylan had appointed himself her surrogate older brother and protector.

He was the one person from the childhood that she could remember truly caring about her. It was a sibling kind of love, and she hadn’t seen him since the day she left Crystal Rock almost ten years prior. The boy grew up in to one hell of a sexy man, and apparently was now a member of the motorcycle club, if the leather cut he wore was any indication.

She could barely believe he was here, in front of her. Time melted away at being near her surrogate big brother and she felt like the past ten years had never occurred. He was tall, muscular, and deadly looking, with dark, almost black hair and chiseled features that made him look every bit the dangerous man he probably was now. The thought made her laugh. She knew way too much about him to ever consider him a danger, at least not to her.

Damn it was good to see him.

“I can’t believe I ran into you, Dylan,” she said, giving him another quick squeeze.

“It’s Striker now, babe.” An arrogant smirk played across his lips.

“Striker?”

“Handle given to me by the club, on account of my impressive skills.” A teasing glint lit his eyes and he bounced on the balls of his feet, fists up in a boxer’s stance. He was forever getting into fights as a kid. As he grew into his teens, he put that energy to good use learning to box, and becoming quite proficient in the sport.

“Striker it is then,” Marcie returned.

“What are you doing here, hon? How long are you in town?” he asked, genuine concern filling his voice.

That concern was so familiar, a warmth she hadn’t experienced in far too long bloomed in Marcie’s chest. As long as he’d known her, he’d been concerned about her wellbeing, and at the time she’d been too young to appreciate the rarity of a man who wanted nothing more from her than her happiness. Marcie shrugged. “My mom passed. I’m here for a few days dealing with the details.”

Striker grimaced. He’d had a front row seat to the shit show that was Marcie’s childhood, and knew full well what a deadbeat her mother had been. “Shit, Marce. I wish I’d known. I’d have offered to help you. Is there anything I can do now?”

“No, Striker, there isn’t much left and I can handle it.”

He slung an arm around her shoulders and steered her back to the bar. “Well then, we at least need to have a drink or ten, while you’re here. Wait until Hook sees you here. He’s gonna flip his shit.”

She raked her memory but came up with nothing. “Hook?”

Striker laughed. “My bad, honey. Man, I forget how long you’ve been away. Remind me to yell at you about that later.” He gave her a playful scowl. “TJ.”

Every last drop of saliva dried up until her mouth could rival the arid desert. TJ and Dylan, Striker, had been inseparable as teenagers and if she’d loved Striker as a brother, her tender young heart and innocent body had loved TJ in a very different way.

“Oh, there he is.” Striker gestured toward the end of the bar. “Hey, Hook,” he hollered over the music and loud chatter, getting the other man’s attention. “Get your ass over here. Bet you a lap dance you won’t’ believe who’s here!”

Marcie was not in any way prepared for the punch to the gut she experienced when she got her first look at Hook in ten years.

Holy hotness. The man was the sexiest thing she’d ever laid eyes on. The boy had been every teenage girl’s fantasy, but the man, the man was more than she’d dared to fantasize about.

Every feeling she’d ever had for the bad boy she lusted after as a teen came rushing back full force when that sinful mouth lifted in a wide, genuine smile.

Lilly Atlas is a contemporary romance author, proud Navy wife, and mother of two spunky girls. By day she works as a physical therapist for a hospital in Virginia. Lilly is an avid romance reader, and expects her Kindle to beg for mercy every time she downloads a new eBook. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened yet, and she can often be found absorbed in a good book.
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