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Her Super-Secret Rebound Boyfriend by Kerri Carpenter #Romance #Reading @authorkerri @PureTextuality
Originally posted on Jacquie Biggar-USA Today Best-selling author :
It wasn’t shy librarian Lola McBride’s idea to crash someone else’s high school reunion. Her best friend made her do it, insisting that having a little fun with a super-hot rebound would make her forget about her recent breakup. That’s when she meets the hottest guy she’s…
Best Eaten Cold by Tony Slater
Originally posted on bytheletterbookreviews:
Book Description: Imagine that someone wants to do you harm. Someone you once knew, but have almost forgotten. Now, imagine that they are clever, patient and will not stop. They’ll get inside your head and make you doubt yourself. They’ll make you question who you are, and ensure that everyone you…
#ShareAReviewDay – The Right Wrong Man by Pamela S. Wight
Originally posted on The Write Stuff:
This afternoon, our guest is Pam Wight, who is sharing a lovely review of her novel The Right Wrong Man. I’m sure you’re going to enjoy reading this one, and thanks so much for sharing it throughout your social media links. REVIEW: 5.0 out of 5 Stars: A Gripping…
INNOCENCE
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source:weheartit.com ? INNOCENCE Innocent. Alone. Happy. Content. Until… Until the footsteps. Drop those balloons And run…
THE HOUSE WITHIN
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source:untrustyou ? The wind blows through the trees, ruffling the blanket of grass, striking a path through the woods. The path leads the way to the house within, to End House at Oasis. ? THE DEAD GAME
IMAGINATION
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source:reddit.com ? Fantasies are ours to create. They belong in our imagination. A conduit of our thoughts. Open avenues for our imagination. Dream and enjoy the results.
A MIST
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
yama-bato Alessandro Cannistrà ? The mist follows me, greedy fingers around my neck, stalking my footsteps. It takes form and whisks me away to the tunnels below. Smoke fills my lungs. It travels down my throat, filling me with darkness and evil. THE DEAD GAME
CLEAN ME
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source:kittieheartsyou ? Clean me. Wet me. Drench me. Feel me. Touch me. Clean me.