He thought I owned him. He thought he loved me, that I was enough. But this animal, this sex god who could drive me crazy and steal my heart in the same breath, he would never be fully mine. It was impossible. No one ever owns a God.
I loved this series, I really did. It captured my attention from the very beginning and I was hooked on this fucked up emotional roller coaster ride. I loved the whole premise, the danger, the sex (definitely the sex), and the weird love story that was also present.
I may not understand that particular lifestyle but I do know it intrigued me enough to keep reading. With all that said, I did not really care for the last book. It wasn't as good as the other two and it felt like it had a different kind of vibe with it. I don't know. It could just be the ending that I didn't really care for because everything lead up to it and then in the end it kind of fell flat... None of the questions I wanted answered was answered.
What about his dad? Did Brad ever find out it? What about the family? I know the answers kind of get answered at the end but I wanted more depth to it since it was such a MAJOR part of the entire series.
But even without all the questions being answered in order to keep me satisfied, personally, I still really enjoyed this book and it was just as addictive as the other two. I was happy where the couple ended up in the end and I was satisfied with how they were doing even if I thought she would be doing something entirely different... It seemed weird how independent she was and then after all that she was content doing what she does with Brad...
I know this review is vague and probably not all that entertaining but I do not want to spoil anything for anyone. Personally, it wasn't for me because I am a detail oriented kind of person. I need you to sometimes spell shit out for me and I don't like guessing. I want to KNOW without a shadow of a doubt and this one didn't do it for me. But that doesn't mean you guys won't love it!!
Overall I give this book a 3/5 stars and read more below for excerpts and giveaways!!
“I assume you know the business of this family?” It was a dry question, stated without malice or concern, directed at me.
I nodded, meeting his sharp eyes. “Yes.”
“And you find … issue, with this business?” He watched me closely, sitting back in his chair and studying me.
I stared back, my face expressionless. “Issue would be the wrong word. I disagree with your business practices. Issue indicates that I am confrontational in my disapproval.”
A slow smile spread over his face, a transformation that brought a hint of the good looks he must have once possessed. “That’s an interesting choice of words, Ms. Campbell.”
I said nothing, and he glanced briefly at Brad. “What exactly are your intentions with my son?”
“I intend to marry him.”
“Yes, I gathered that from my son. The issue is, Ms. Campbell, that marrying Bradley is not quite as simple as happily ever after. Do you love my son?”
I hesitated at the change in his tone, the question rolling harsh off his lips. “Yes.”
He leaned forward, fixating me with cold eyes. “Imagine your love for my son, if love is what it truly is. Whatever that love is, it won’t possibly compare what you will feel for your own children—what I feel for Bradley, as well as my other sons. Your children, whether they are number one or five, will be more precious to you than your own soul. And you, choosing him to marry, to father your children, are putting those future babies in danger. You will never be able to sleep soundly, knowing the evil that waits for them. You will never be able to vacation, or play with them in the park, without worrying about cars driving by, or men who look at you a moment too long. You are not marrying Brad. You are marrying this family, and endangering yourself and your children with that act. You may be scared of me now, child, but I am one family. There are four others, in this city alone, that have us dead center in their targets. You are not, and will not, be safe in this family. You are marrying into a lifetime of fear, and you need to understand that now, before it is too late.”
I listened to his words, understanding the reasoning behind them, my thoughts wandering down paths I had not even considered. I had been so worried about being against the Magianos that I had not considered what being part of them would entail.
“I am not marrying Brad for safety. I am marrying him because I am in love.”
He leaned back and smiled slightly, a cruel expression on his face. “Let me tell you a story about Bradley. We had a dog, an old mutt that used to sit behind one of our butchers. He would eat the scraps that we threw out each day. And one day we opened the shop to find him inside, his mouth bloody, meat still inside his mouth. I started to kill him, grabbed a meat beater from the counter and went to smash his skull in. But Brad stepped in front of me.”
He laughed, looking over at Brad. “The boy was eleven years old, and he stepped in front of me, his father, to save a dog.” He stood, leaning heavily on the cane, the movement slow and pained. “You don’t know the Italian way, but disobedience is not acceptable. I told Brad to leave or kill the dog himself. He refused, and stood his ground.” He shot Brad a look of disgust. “He defied me over a dog, a mutt, an animal not worth mopping the floor with.”
He looked into my eyes, stepping forward, speaking slowly. “I used the beater on Brad’s skull instead, knocking him unconscious with two blows. He spent four days in the hospital before he woke up. And his first question when he did?” He closed his eyes briefly. “The dog, he wanted to know about the damn dog!” He finished the statement with a snarl, his finger stabbing the air in Brad’s direction to punctuate the sentence.
“We had killed that dog before we even took Bradley to the hospital. Bradley risked himself for a dog—a trash animal he had played with in the alley one day. So yes, he is marrying you, but what does that mean to me?” He straightened and turned, walking carefully, his words tossed over his shoulder to me. “You are worse than a dog, Ms. Campbell. That dog was hungry, eating for his survival. You are eating to get fat, and ruining my son’s life with your greedy acceptance of his sacrificial offer. I am not surprised that he is marrying you. I am only surprised that you are stupid and selfish enough to accept.” He waved dismissively in my direction and closed the space to the window, leaning heavily on the sill and looking out toward the backyard. “Leave, I am tired.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Alessandra Torre is a new author who focuses on contemporary erotica. Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, was published in July 2012, and was an Erotica #1 Bestseller for two weeks. The sequel to Blindfolded, Masked Innocence, will be released in February 2014.
Alessandra lives in the Southern United States and is married, with one young child. She enjoys reading, spending time with her family, and playing with her dogs. Her favorite authors include Lisa Gardner, Gillian Flynn, and Jennifer Crusie.
Learn more about Alessandra on her website at www.alessandratorre.com, or you can find her on Twitter (@ReadAlessandra) or her Facebook fanpage.
When he walked back into my life, it almost felt like the pieces of my broken heart could be fixed. I thought we could go back to being best friends, but then I started to feel what I had been blocking out for years. I tried. Boy, did I try! But once I started to let him in, I wanted nothing more than to cross that line from friendship into something more…
Just when I think I can move on and let myself be happy, an ugly reminder from my past comes storming in and threatens to destroy the sliver of hope that's been growing since Seth came back.
Do I even deserve to be loved?
“I’m not asking to fix your heart. I’m not asking to mend you. I love each and every shattered piece of you. I’m asking that you let me love you. Let me love each piece of your broken heart, and I swear to you I will make up for every heartache you have ever experienced.”
I came back for Josie.
I knew I'd have to fight for her, but with the loss of her dad and the truth about what happened with her and Blake, I quickly realized that making her mine was going to be a lot harder than I first thought. The problem is, I can’t pretend like she’s just my best friend. I can’t pretend I don’t want more.
I'm willing to do anything to get her to admit she has the same passionate feelings for me, because I know once she opens up and stops lying to herself, I can show her what it really means to be loved. It's a battle of wills, but my love for her is stronger than her will to stop me.
So I fight for her. I fight because I know she deserves it.
Victoria Klahr (pronounced like “Claire”) lives in Elizabeth City, North Carolina with her husband and daughter, Stephen and Alexis. She loves her chug (Pug/Chihuahua), Bandit, and three year old to pieces. She loves to stay home and take care of them, even if they do drive her insane at times. She is a huge and proud book nerd who looks at her bookshelf in admiration daily. She has her Associate’s degree in Business Administration, but her passion has always been the stories that talk to her in her head. One day she decided to take a chance and let the voices write her story. She has never felt more certain or comfortable about who she is than when she writes.
Falling in love is easy. Staying in love is hard. In this heart-pounding follow-up to Tangled by New York Times bestseller Emma Chase, Kate reveals that there is trouble in paradise, when unexpected circumstances force her and Drew to "renegotiate" their relationship.
There are two kinds of people in the world. The ones who look first, and the ones who leap. I’ve always been more of a looker. Cautious. A planner. That changed after I met Drew Evans. He was so persistent. So sure of himself—and of me.
But not all love stories end happily ever after. Did you think Drew and I were going to ride off into the sunset? Join the club. Now I have to make a choice; the most important of my life. Drew already made his—in fact, he tried to decide for the both of us. But you know that’s just not my style. So I came back to Greenville, Ohio, alone. Well, sort of alone...
What I've come to realize is that old habits die hard, and sometimes you have to go back to where you began before you can move ahead.
My Thoughts... sort of...
You are an asshole. And not just any asshole, the kind of asshole where I am not sure if I want to lick your face or kick you really hard in the balls. This is a talent I am sure you are aware of and I am sure you are amused by. You can make woman want to drop their panties or want to find the closest baseball bat. Twisted was no exception to this and I am still not sure whether or not you should have been forgiven for being an immature jackass but I have come to realize that, that is just who you are. Not the immature jackass, ok maybe you are that, but that's not all you are. You just take shit head on and don't stop to think about the consequences of your actions. Its ok, I know its a syndrome of sorts because all men have it. It's called "havingadick" syndrome and sometimes that little head is in control of the bigger, more logical, head and that is where you fuck up.... It's ok, we (meaning woman in general) forgive you, because if not, all woman would be lesbians and then the world's populations would die out and there wouldn't be anymore jackasses like you...
I was really upset, angry, and frustrated with both you and Kate because even though I want to blame all this fuckedupness on you, I can't, because she was just as big of an idiot. Assumptions can be the death of any relationship and it is important that both members are on the same page, if not, well, you have one big cluster fuck. It was like a train wreck, I couldn't pull my eyes from because the worse it got, the harder I cringed, the more I wanted to read. When I got to the end of the fuckedupness, I was relieved to be back in your head, no offense to Kate, but I enjoy your mind so much better because the vulgarity rivals my own and I feel like I am inside my own head... Well, except, I have a vagina and not a penis...
But you get the point...
Overall, you pissed me off, made me want to throw things, and then you made me extremely horny... I was between every emotion and I felt all the frustration, which leads me to your creator. I wasn't sure where she was going to take this story because, I mean, we got the happily ever after with Tangled but I knew there would have to be some drama because it would have been a snooze fest if not. Drama makes things interesting. Even if I wanted to cunt punt Emma for driving me effing crazy with this story, I was amused at the same time. And she gets major Kudos for that... Well, thats about it for this lovely letter to Drew/review of Twisted... I hope you keep yourself in line for the future Mr. Evans and make sure you always keep that lovely mouth of yours dirty...
The Book Trollop....
I give this story a very big, solid 4/5 stars and I am looking forward to the rest of the books in this series...
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By day, Emma Chase is a devoted wife and mother of two who resides in a small, rural town in New Jersey. By night she is a keyboard crusader, toiling away the hours to bring her colorful characters and their endless antics to life. She has a long standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.
Emma is an avid reader. Before her children were born she was known to consume whole books in a single day. Writing has also always been a passion and with the 2013 release of her debut romantic comedy, Tangled, the ability to now call herself an author is nothing less than a dream come true.
After a myriad of mistakes and a devastating breakup, Lily Hamilton is no longer the impulsive, selfish person she had once been. Now, she longs for the chance to make it up to the one person she knows holds the key to her happiness. But can he get beyond who she was and love her for who she is now? Or is history destined to repeat itself?
Adam Carter has gone through his own metamorphosis. His days of serial monogamy are long gone, and he's been burying his hurt by dating women he has no intention of committing to. But when he sees Lily for the first time in months, he's reminded of the man he used to be; the man he wants to try and be again--for her.
Max Samson is on the downward spiral from hell. Drinking and meaningless sex have taken over his life once again, causing him to revert back to the man he'd been before Lily fell into his life. But when his mother invites Lily back into his world, he suddenly remembers how good it felt to have her there. Even if he might not get to keep her.
Find out how Lily gets her happily ever after in this final installment of her story. This book is recommended for mature audiences due to language and unbelievably awesome sexual content
This will probably be one of the worst reviews I will ever do. Not because I didn't like the book but because I don't want to be one of those assholes that unintentionally give something away and then all you crazies know who Lilly ended up being with in the end.
Of course the journey to discover who she wanted wasn't an easy task, especially since we got all three point of views this time in the story. So I had to experience all the emotions from all three. It wasn't easy to read and I am sure it wasn't easy to write either.
I couldn't take much of the back and forth, so I decided to be the douche that skipped to the end to see who she ended up with and once I did, I didn't want to read the book anymore because I didn't like it one bit. But I knew if I didn't finish, I would regret it and I guess, in a sense, I wanted to see what the authors were doing. Their mindset to why they picked this person to be with Lilly.
I still thought Lilly was a twat waffle but she definitely grew from the last story. Amanda is still my favorite, with her vulgar mouth and comedic relief. Adam and Max were the same as the last book, as well, with the added bonus of both their points of views. I did think Adam sounded feminine a few times and I wanted to reach inside the story to check and make sure he still had his balls.
When I got to the end, I was glad I didn't stop reading because even though I knew who she chose and initially didn't like it, when I read all the way through, I was satisfied with where all the characters ended up. I didn't want to cunt punch Elizabeth and Hayley anymore and I was glad everyone was getting their HEA.
If you have read Pieces of Perfect and was pissed off with how it ended, then I would read Picking up the Pieces to finally see where all these characters ended up. The banter is still as entertaining (not as funny as Sex Snob in my opinion but still really funny), the sex was still a hot, one handed read AND the characters are all where they should be and you can be satisfied with the ending because she ends up being with one of them.
Overall I give this book a 4.5/5 and if you have not read the series yet then I would get on it. Especially since Pieces of Perfect is now FREE (until the 17th)!!
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"All of Me" by John Legend
“Arms” by Christina Perri
"Baby Come Back" by Serena Ryder.
"Between the Raindrops" by Lifehouse ft. Natasha Bedingfield
"Big Girls Don't Cry" by Fergie
“Bless the Broken Road” by Rascal Flatts
"Breakeven" by The Script
“Breathe (2AM) by Anna Nalick “Endlessly” by Green River Ordinance
"Broken" by Seether ft. Amy Lee
"Can't Let Go" by Landon Pigg
"Crazy for This Girl" by Evan and Jaron
“Days That We Die” by Loudon III Wainwright
“Hard to Love” by Lee Brice
"Hold On" by Colbie Callait
"Here's to Us" by Halestorm
"I Can't Make You Love Me" by Bonnie Raitt
"I Choose You" by Timeflies
“(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life” by Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes
“I Want Crazy” by Hunter Hayes
"King of Wishful Thinking" by Go West
"The Lazy Song" by Bruno Mars
"Leave Out All the Rest" by Linkin Park
"Leave the Pieces" by The Wreckers
“Let Her Go” by Passenger
"Love Me Again" by John Newman
“Lying to You” by Keaton Henson
"The Man" by Aloe Blacc
"Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum
"Nobody Knows" by The Tony Rich Project
"Not Over You" by Gavin DeGraw
"Now That We Found Love" by Heavy D
"The Reason" by Hoobastank
“Say Something” by A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera
"Scars" by Papa Roach
"Second Chance" by Shinedown
"She Ain't You" by New Hollow
"Unconditionally" by Katy Perry
“Whatever It Is” by Zac Brown Band
"What Hurts the Most" by Cascada
“Wake Me Up” by Avicii
Chapter 17: Max
And for some reason that thought calmed me, comforted me even. That ten months ago at nearly this very minute, I could have been doing this exact same thing: eating lunch across from Lily as we talked to each other about how our day had been so far. Or at least we would be doing this exact thing if she ever friggin' got here?
I had just looked down at my watch for the twentieth time when I heard the jingle of the bell on the door. And as I watched Lily stroll confidently toward me, I felt a stupid grin creep across my face. Her black pants fit tightly to her legs, and my gaze traced the length of them before it made its way up to those eyes that I always loved so much. Eyes that I loved even more on days like today, when the sunlight brought out the specks of gold in them that I was sure she’d never even noticed herself.
“Hey, Max,” she said as she pulled the silky strands of chestnut hair around the back of her neck to rest on the front of her shoulder. The sweet smell of her coconut shampoo washed over me, waking me from my trance. “I’m happy you asked me to meet.”
“You are?” Not only was I excited to tell Lily about the job opportunity, I was even more excited at the idea that she seemed eager to see me.
“Yeah, I haven’t seen you in a few weeks, and a lot’s happened.”
She paused for a minute or so to peruse the menu, and I motioned for the waitress to come take our order once Lily seemed ready. I knew she had to be back in about forty-five minutes and didn’t want her to be late. “So what’s up?” I asked. I could tell she was in an unusually upbeat mood, and I was eager to find out why she was so happy.
I didn’t know what I expected her to say. Maybe she’d won the lottery. Or she’d gotten a new puppy. Was it possible that she’d just found out Christmas break was starting a week early? Whatever it was, I hadn’t seen Lily that excited in as long as I could remember. I only wished that when she started to speak, I could have maintained my excitement forher. Or at least faked it better than I had.
But the moment I heard Adam’s name leave her lips, I felt my face drop. Trying to think of anything else than what she was saying, I did my best to tune her out. Unfortunately, my best wasn’t good enough. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t help but hear at least some of the words.
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Includes a free original soundtrack by musician Griffin Peterson.
From #1 New York Times bestselling author Colleen Hoover, a passionate tale of friendship, betrayal, and romance—and the enchanting music that inspires one young woman to put her life back together.
At twenty-two years old, aspiring musician Sydney Blake has a great life: She’s in college, working a steady job, in love with her wonderful boyfriend, Hunter, and rooming with her good friend, Tori. But everything changes when she discovers Hunter cheating on her with Tori—and she is left trying to decide what to do next.
Sydney becomes captivated by her mysterious neighbor, Ridge Lawson. She can’t take her eyes off him or stop listening to the daily guitar playing he does out on his balcony. She can feel the harmony and vibrations in his music. And there’s something about Sydney that Ridge can’t ignore, either: He seems to have finally found his muse. When their inevitable encounter happens, they soon find themselves needing each other in more ways than one…
From the author of the New York Times bestsellers Slammed, Point of Retreat, Hopeless, This Girl, and Losing Hope, Maybe Someday is destined to become another bestseller and long-lasting fan favorite
Dear Colleen Hoover,
You. Are. Amazing!
I didn't think I could love a book more than Hopeless and Losing Hope and then you create an experience like Maybe Someday and I am literally at a loss for words... I say an experience because Maybe Someday is more than just a book that I picked up and read, it's an experience that embedded itself into my heart and soul and when I came out on the other side, I was ripped to shreds, but God, it felt so good.
I felt every emotion these characters felt.
I was in knots, insanely sad, heartbroken, satisfied, thrilled, excited... I was living this book alongside these characters and just when I couldn't take much more, I took a chapter break. I needed a time out because the tears weren't allowing me to see the pages. With my vision blurry, my heart aching, I was cussing you out for being such an evil creative genius. I am so glad you decided to publish a book to give to your family for Christmas because without doing that, you would have done the world a severe disservice!
I loved each and every character in this book. I fought alongside Ridge and Sydney, I was laughing and joking with Warren and Bridgette. I wanted to put Maggie inside my pocket and protect her from the evil that was bestowed upon her but at the same time ,I wanted the other situation to work out the way I wanted it to, too.
I really didn't think this book was going to turn out the way it did, I wasn't expecting it. I tried to stay away from teasers and other reviews of this book because I wanted my mind completely blank before diving in. I had the gist of what this book was going to be about and my gist was wrong because it was just so much more than what my mind could ever have conjured. I honestly wish I would have waited to listen to the soundtrack so I could have experienced the songs for the first time through Ridge and Sydney.
With that being said, when I threw on my headphones, closed my eyes, and listened to the words that were being sung to me... I never experienced anything like it!
Of course I listen to music while I am reading or heck even while writing reviews, but having the songs being sung while reading them on the pages, took it to a whole other level of genius.
I could shut my eyes and listen to every song on this soundtrack and know what the characters were doing, what they were thinking, what they were feeling and I am getting goosebumps just thinking about it.
I am in serious awe of it all.
You, my dear, alongside Griffin, created something that people are going to experience for a lifetime and I am so glad I got to experience it myself, because it was remarkable! I hope you understand and know how extraordinary your talent is because not many people can even hold a candle to you and I look forward to more from you in the future.
The Book Trollop
P.S... To anyone reading this weird review/letter to CoHo, I would advise you to do what I did and put your headphones on, drown out the world, and experience these songs through the eyes of Ridge and Sydney but make sure you have your tissues and chocolate ready because you WILL need them!
P.P.S~ I really liked that March 18th date... really clever to have it fall where it did... ;)
As if you guys had any doubts, I give this book 59298439208432908484390 stars!!! I am making numbers up because 5 stars is just not enough for my favorite book of 2014, so far (because I am sure Ugly Love will be another winner for me as well)...
I was young enough not to understand that my life was different. Colin became the one person that I could count on to protect me. He suffered for the both of us by carrying the burden of our secret.
We were the lucky few that got a chance to start over. A fake family, a new home and a prettylittle life built on lies. But while our lives continued to intertwine, we were put on very different paths. Now it was only a matter of time before they collide and the beast behind the beauty is exposed.
I really don't know what to say about this book. I am not even sure if I liked it or not but I didn't want to put it down until I knew what in the world was happening. Once I did figure it out, I sort of guessed it from the beginning and I was disappointed that the book didn't offer me the details that I am so fond of in a great story.
It seemed like, while I was reading, I was reading it through a cloudy lens and as I got towards the end, the picture was getting clearer but it was never clear enough to see all the details that makes a picture worth remembering.
Everything seemed rushed and the full book wasn't really given to us. I didn't understand Colin, Jacob, or Annie. I didn't understand their connections, characters or anything. I just didn't get it. Who was Jacob? Was he just an innocent neighbor because Colin didn't think so and then all of a sudden he's there with his dad at the end. Jacob seemed a lot more puzzling and for someone who's point of view was in this story, we should have seen a lot more depth to him.
Colin was a damaged character, which I love, but I didn't really understand him either. His past, what happened to his mom, why was Annie there in the first place if Taylor only accepted people off the streets? I just didn't get any of that. This book could have been AMAZING if there was just more detail to it.
It wasn't bad though, I was intrigued until the very end but I was sorely disappointed in the overall characterization and depth to which this story should have gone. Especially with a storyline as intense as this one is and how different it is from the other stories out there, it could have been so much more.
Overall I give this book a 3/5 stars and if you want to learn more about this book look below...
Pretty Little Things Excerpt Two (Shower Scene)
I turned on the radio and sang along to “Outside” by Staind as I shoved down my boxer briefs, kicking them off on the floor. I made my way into my bathroom, turning on the light above the sink but leaving the one in the shower stall off to spare myself the harsh light. The water didn’t take long to heat up, and I slid under the spray, closing the fogged glass door behind me.
I dumped liquid body wash in the palm of my hand and rubbed the soap over my chest and down my stomach as I begged for the adrenaline of my nightmares to subside. My hand dipped lower, knowing there was only one way to make those memories fade, and I wasn’t proud of that fact. I gripped my dick, squeezing hard as my hand slid slowly up and down my length. I rested my forehead against the damp sandstone tile and closed my eyes, hoping I could find some sort of release.
The song ended, and waiting for the next to start was quickly killing my mood. Nine Inch Nails faded in through the speakers that were embedded above the shower stall, and I began to stroke myself faster as I pictured small, perky tits with light-pink pebbled nipples. I licked my lips as I focused on the faceless vision, my eyes traveling down a tight stomach while my fingers slipped over my head and back against the base of my cock. I panted, water droplets falling from my lips as I imagined it was swollen pink lips wrapped around me, sucking as my fist gripped her hair, tiny moans in the back of her throat vibrating and nearly sending me over the edge as I pushed her closer, touching the back of her throat with my dick.
“Ah…” I groaned over the music. I imagined her moaning my name, begging for me to come in her pretty little mouth.
“Colin?” Annie’s voice came from inside my room.
“Fuck,” I growled, but I was too close to be able to stop myself as my stomach muscles tightened.
“Colin?” she called again as she got closer, and it sent me over the edge.
“Fuck, Annie,” I panted as I came, struggling to catch my breath as I stared at her emerald eyes through the fogged glass door. She didn’t move for a moment, her lips parted in complete shock and breathing as erratically as me.
“Your shirt,” she whispered as it fell from her fingertips, pooling at her feet, and her eyes locked on mine.
“Leave,” I barked. My words jarred her, and she ran from my room.
"I was a Russian spy at the ripe age of thirteen, given my uncanny ability to tell if someone was lying ( I also read fortunes on the weekends). By sixteen I had become too much of a handful for the Lethal Intelligence Ensemble (L.I.E.). I was quickly exiled to the south of France where I worked with wayward elephants in the Circus of Roaming Animals and People (C.R.A.P.). I was able to make ends meet by selling my organs on the black market for pocket change and beer money. At the age of twenty three I decided to expand my horizons and become a blackjack dealer in Ireland. I loved the family atmosphere at Barney's Underground Liquor Lounge (B.U.L.L.). People couldn't resist the allure of Liquor up front and poker in the rear. Eventually I became tired of the rear and headed off to the United States to try my hand at tall tales. That is what brings us here today. If you have a moment I'd like to tell you a story.
(This bio is not to be taken seriously under any circumstance.)
Teresa Mummert is an army wife and mother whose passion in life is writing. She is the author of the New York Times and USA Todaybestselling novels White Trash Beautiful and Suicide Note. Born in Pennsylvania, she lived a small town life before following her husband's military career to Louisiana and Georgia. Check out her website for samples and updates! TeresaMummert.com"