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A sexy cowboy and a gamer convention…what could go wrong?

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They say opposites attract, but this is just ridiculous.

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Aubry Kaiser doesn’t like people—actually, that’s not right. She loathes people. With her crippling anxiety, there’s no way she can demo her favorite video game at a convention with five thousand other people. Maybe if she brings someone to act as a shield…

But the only person available is the sexy cowboy she can’t stand.

Quinn Baldwyn is in a mess of his own. He’s been dodging his wealthy family’s matchmaking attempts—and life advice—for years, but with his sister’s wedding on the horizon, he needs of a shield of his own.

He and Aubry can barely hold down a civil conversation, but in bed…fireworks. And the closer they get to Quinn’s sister’s wedding, the more he realizes that he might actually like Aubry.

Now it’s up to him to convince her she might actually like him, too.

Excerpt

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “If I say you’re right, am I ever going to live it down?”

He didn’t answer, and she opened her eyes. Their reflection was slightly distorted in the passenger window, but even she could see he had a seriously tense look on his face. She belatedly realized that they were pressed together, her back to his front, and that he was…

Oh my God. She couldn’t resist leaning back into him, just a little. Yep, that’s not a micro penis. A shiver worked its way through her, leaving goose bumps in its wake, and her nipples perked right up, showing through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. There was no way he didn’t feel her reaction, not with his arm creating a band across her ribs, his forearm against the underside of her breasts.

Even as she noticed, he started to release her, his hand sliding over her stomach, but he stopped when he hit her hip, his pinkie finger dipping below the waistband of her shorts, just a little. It wasn’t anywhere near anything vital, but that little intrusion made her moan all the same.

“Fuck.” The word was barely audible, but she felt it in the way his body tensed behind her.

She shivered again, torn between telling him to back off and getting the top button of her jeans all undone for him. If she didn’t make a decision—and fast—he was going to back off again. It was written all over the tension she could feel emanating from his body.

Aubry started to reach for his hand, still undecided on whether she wanted to encourage or threaten him, but he moved, bending down to brace one hand on the truck in front of them, the other still on her hip. The move brought his mouth against her ear, and his harsh exhale made her shake.

She arched against him. She couldn’t help it. Her body took over, a primal part of her knowing he could give her all the pleasure she could handle, and was only too happy to extend an invitation by rubbing her ass against his hard length.

His grip on her hip tightened, but he didn’t try to stop her. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

She knew. They had to stop for so many reasons, the least of which was that they were on the side of a freaking highway and it was only a matter of time before a car drove past.

But she didn’t want to stop.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Katee Robert

New York Times & USA TODAY Bestselling Author

Katee Robert learned to tell stories at her grandpa’s knee. Her favorites then were the rather epic adventures of The Three Bears, but at age twelve she discovered romance novels and never looked back.

Though she dabbled in writing, life got in the way—as it often does—and she spent a few years traveling, living in both Philadelphia and Germany. In between traveling and raising her two wee ones, she had the crazy idea that she’d like to write a book and try to get published.

Her first novel was an epic fantasy that, God willing, will never see the light of day. From there, she dabbled in YA and horror, before finally finding speculative romance. Because, really, who wouldn’t want to write entire books about the smoking-hot relationships between two people?

She now spends her time—when not lost in Far Reach worlds—playing imaginary games with her wee ones, writing, ogling men, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.

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The Cinderella Princess by Melissa McClone

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Emily has determined that there are no happy endings or love. But now she's been tasked to make a reality TV show a hit. She's determined to do well and ensure that she gets the partnership she so desperately wants. Luc is the prince who must find a princess to marry on the reality TV show or be disowned. When Emily helps him have several dates who wish to have a second date, he starts to find her intriguing. But he must marry royalty. But perhaps he can open Emily's heart to love? Find the official description on Goodreads.

The first chapter or so is all about setting up the characters and the locations. I was really excited to see where it goes as it sounded like it was going to be quite an interesting ride. And I was not disappointed. There were plenty of things that kept you interested. Not flashy, or overly dramatic but with just a flair to keep it intriguing. 

Luc was one of those characters that grew on me. At first I thought he was nothing but a spoiled rich brat but you quickly realize that that isn't the case at all. 

The Cinderella Princess was told from both Luc and Emily's perspective, in case you wanted to know. 

The Cinderella Princess was a sweet, beautiful read and I will certainly be rereading it sometime in the future.

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The Consequence of Loving Colton Release Day!

It’s all fun and games…until someone’s heart is broken.

They’re not kids anymore, but Milo Caro is certain that
Colton Mathews will only see her as his best friend’s little sister for the
rest of their lives. After all, he made that clear the night before she left
for college. But four years later, her brother is getting married and Colt’s
the best man—and guess who is the best man’s last-minute date?

Milo vows to use the wedding to either claim the smoldering
firefighter’s heart or douse this torch for good. When Max—her best friend from
college, who may be carrying a torch of his own—crashes the party, they devise
a plan to make Colt see what he’s missing. But after Colt catches on, he
decides to cook up his own revenge.

Now it’s personal. Colt and Milo are at war, and between
Max’s questionable acting methods, an unfortunate trip to jail, and a maniacal
fiancée, what could possibly go right?

REVIEW:

Alright, so this was certainly different from most of the books I've read by Rachel Van Dyken. And by that I mean I didn't need my tissue box once unless I was wiping tears of laughter from my eyes. And that was beautiful. While I always love the angst of her other books, it's a nice break and I wasn't constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.

That being said, I really enjoyed the writing style, and the characters. They were beautifully written and each character had their own little quirk. And wooey was some of those quirks extremely hilarious. I was lucky that I didn't try to read any of The Consequence of Loving Colton outside of my room or else there would have been more than a few concerned looks. Mainly because at times I felt like I was laughing maniacally.

It certainly descended into madness and there was a bit of a plot twist that I didn't see coming or at least not during the period of this book. So that was good. She still surprised me.

The Consequence of Loving Colton is one of those books you want to pick up if you're having a terrible day or just want a laugh.



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 “What the hell is wrong with you?” Max gave me
a tender shove. “We were fine until you started stepping on my foot and
elbowing me!”

“You
were hitting on my mom!”

“She’s
a beautiful lady!” he argued.

“Oh,
my gosh.” I fell into one of the chairs and moaned. “This is a catastrophe.”

“Not
true.” Max shook his head. “You just have to be more believable. I mean, would
it kill you to find me screw-worthy?”

“Screw-worthy?
What does that even mean?”

“That’s
it.” Max grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall. “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Uh . . .”
I pointed.

With
a jerk he had me in the bathroom under the stairs and closed the door. Words
and sounds were coming out of his mouth but I couldn’t make anything out. Max
pushed me against the door and pointed his finger in my face. “I’m going to
kiss you, damn it, and you’re going to like it. And I’m going to take off my
shirt and you’re going to manhandle me, and you’re going to stop being so damn
nervous or so help me God I’m going to bend you over that sofa in the living
room and spank your sexy ass.”

Shocked,
I was paralyzed in place. “Where did that come from?”

“Inside.”
Max looked at me and smirked. “I have lots of feelings and I’m sick and tired
of you looking at me like I don’t have a penis. I may be used to your innocence
but for my own pride at least try to be attracted to me. Now close your damn
eyes.”

“Stop
cursing at me.”

“Stop
being difficult! I’m trying to help you. And stop squirming. Shit, take a Xanax
or something.”

“Max.”
I closed my eyes and huffed. “This isn’t going to—”

My
hand was on something hard.

I
blinked my eyes open.

Since
when did he have a six-pack?

I
tilted my head, you know, to get a better look. His skin was really smooth but
bumpy, each muscle defined so much that there was enough of a ridge for my
hands to play with.

“Oh,
look, he’s a man after all,” Max said, sounding bored. “I’m not your sexless
friend. I’m not your damn brother. I’m not your gay friend. And I sure as hell
am not thinking about anything right now except that your hands feel really
good against my skin. So I’m going to kiss you, and you’re going to respond
like the idea of my mouth on yours doesn’t make you want to cry—and you’ll like
it.”

“I’ll
like it,” I repeated.

“There’s
my girl.” His eyes flashed, and then he was kissing me again, only this time
his body was on fire as it pressed against me. I felt every ridge of his abs;
the length of his body was beyond devastating.

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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.


She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at www.rachelvandykenauthor.com

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The Consequences of Loving Colton by Rachel Van Dyken Chapter One!

RELEASE DATE: APRIL 21, 2015

It’s all fun and games…until someone’s heart is broken.

They’re not kids anymore, but Milo Caro is certain that
Colton Mathews will only see her as his best friend’s little sister for the
rest of their lives. After all, he made that clear the night before she left
for college. But four years later, her brother is getting married and Colt’s
the best man—and guess who is the best man’s last-minute date?

Milo vows to use the wedding to either claim the smoldering
firefighter’s heart or douse this torch for good. When Max—her best friend from
college, who may be carrying a torch of his own—crashes the party, they devise
a plan to make Colt see what he’s missing. But after Colt catches on, he
decides to cook up his own revenge.

Now it’s personal. Colt and Milo are at war, and between
Max’s questionable acting methods, an unfortunate trip to jail, and a maniacal
fiancée, what could possibly go right?

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Milo


Four years later



I gripped the steering wheel with both hands. Actually, I would have gripped it with my teeth, toes, and ankles had my brain actually fired fast enough to send the message: Red alert! Red alert!



Instead, mouth dry, I just sat there like an idiot.



I couldn’t think of anything to say to make it better—anything. I couldn’t even give the guy a smile, which really was a shame considering it was my best asset.



“Milo!” Colton tapped the door of my light-blue Mercedes. “You look good.”



I blinked. Well, I thought I blinked, I wasn’t really sure. The car was still running, you’d think I would at least have enough sense to take my foot off the pedal and put it into park, but all I could do was stare. Fantastic. Twenty-one years old and still dealing with sweaty palms because Colton Mathews had said my name.



One thing I was sure of—my mouth was still hanging slightly ajar. Drool would soon follow and then Colton would have just one more reason to make fun of me—Jason’s little sister.



“You all right?” He leaned his muscled forearms against the open window and stuck his head in. Merciful God in heaven, he still smelled the same. His spicy cologne blending with his perfect tan skin would have made any girl pause, or swallow her tongue, or sweat; really, take your pick. “You do realize at some point you need to turn off the car and go inside the house, right, little girl?”



And there it was, I wasn’t any girl. To Colt, I was Jason’s little sister. Nothing more.



It didn’t matter that my boobs cheerfully filled out a C cup or that I’d had my braces off for over seven years. I still wasn’t a woman to him.



God must have taken pity on me, because for some reason, in that instant, when the smell of Acqua Di Gio floated into my car, I snapped out of my insane moment and smiled.



“Fine. Great. Awesome. Perfect. You?” Too many answers, Milo. Too many answers.



Colton chuckled. It was a deep chuckle. The type that makes girls sigh while simultaneously trying to figure out how to get out of their clothes and trap the man into marriage. Seriously. His smile was one that made girls want the condom to break.



Great, now I was thinking about condoms.



Condoms and Colton.



A barking dog interrupted my sexual daydreams. It was Max’s ringtone. “Um, one second.” I put up my finger and shooed Colton away from the window as I pressed “Answer” and let the window close. He smiled, seemingly amused, and leaned against the car.



“How goes the first day of childhood hell, my friend?”



“That depends,” I whispered into the phone, not taking my eyes off Colton as he stood facing the window. He was tall enough that I was basically staring at his lower abs and lower . . . body. Heat flooded my face, informing me without a doubt that crimson decorated my cheeks.



“Why are we whispering?” asked Max, my best friend from college.



“Because we are in the car.”



“You are in the car. I’m at Starbucks.”



“Whatever,” I conceded with a snort, waving my hand in the air flippantly. “And it’s not going well. In fact, I’m pretty sure Colton thinks I have a learning disability.”



“Why would he think that?”



I sighed into the phone and tried to concentrate on anything but the fact that Colton was standing a few inches away from me. So freaking close. “I kind of, sort of . . . blacked out when he was talking to me.”



“So where are you now?”



“We’ve established this. I’m in the car.”



Max sighed. “Then where’s Colton?”



“Outside the car.”



“I’m confused.”



“I’m an idiot.” I groaned and smacked my hand against my forehead. “When the phone rang I closed the window to answer it but now he’s not moving.”



“Well . . .” Max cleared his throat. “I guess there are worse things in life than a hot guy standing outside your window, right?”



“Right.” My voice wavered. “But he’s like facing the door. All of him.”



“All of him?”



“His parts,” I clarified. Swear I felt my entire body go up in flames. Great, so now I was going to hell for looking at his parts. His very nice parts. His yummy, tight, straining—I needed to stop before I gave myself a stroke. “He’s facing the window and leaning against the car and I swear, Max, the whole front of his body is pressed up against . . . my car.”



“Naked?”



“What?” I yelled.



“Well, you said his parts.”



“Not his parts-parts,” I clarified. Shoot me now. Could this conversation get any more awkward? “Never mind, I mean—oh, crap.”



“What? What’s happening?”



I could see Max now, coffee thrust in the air, pacing the Starbucks floor like a crazy person.



“He’s stretching across the car and—” I stopped mid-sentence. “Shit, my brother’s on the other side.”



“Let me get this straight.” Max chuckled. “You have your lifelong crush, who just so happens to be your brother’s best friend, on one side, his parts pressed firmly against your hot little Mercedes, and your brother, who has no idea of this sad infatuation, on the other side, making it possible for you to ogle his best friend’s goodies?”



“Yup.” My breathing picked up as I heard Colton laugh and then his front pressed against my door. “Good Lord, I’m sweating. He’s—”



“Please don’t finish that sentence. It makes me want to puke, and as much as you make fun of me for not having a girlfriend, it’s not because I prefer men, so please . . . spare me the details.”



“Fine.”



“Milo?”



“What?” My eyes were glued to Colton’s hot body as his stomach stretched across an eight-pack straight out of a glossy magazine cover.



“Seduce him.”



“With what?” I whisper-yelled. “I have nothing to offer him!”



“It’s not like I want you to plant a chocolate trail from the ground to your lips, Milo.”



“I know that!” I snapped. “Besides, he’s allergic to chocolate.”



“Please tell me you don’t have his medical history memorized.”



“I don’t,” I lied, suddenly finding great interest in the black leather steering wheel while my shame increased. “Besides, it doesn’t matter. His Facebook profile says he likes blondes. I have dark hair.”



“I’m going to ignore the fact that you stalk him on Facebook and just help you fix the problem. So dye your hair.”



“Yeah, let me just get the hair dye from the backseat, Max!”



“Sheesh, touchy. You, my friend, need to get laid.”



“Tell me about it,” I muttered. “I’m the one stuck in the damn car with nothing but my Kindle[SBK4]  and a prayer.”



“Your life makes me sad.”



“Shut up.”



“Seduce him.”



“Again, with what?”



“Your body.”



“I have no body.” I slumped against the seat in a pout. “Besides, I don’t know the first thing about seduction. And he hates me.”



“He doesn’t hate you.”



“I tried kissing him when I was sixteen and he laughed in my face.”



“To be fair, your skirt was tucked into your underwear.”



“Not the point!” I yelled for real this time. Why the heck had I drunk that entire bottle of wine and confessed all my embarrassing moments to Max? The terrible two outside my car began banging loudly on the windows. Great, I’d probably captured their attention when I raised my voice. And fantastic, the car began to move. I’d officially awakened the beasts.



“I’m in hell.”



“Well . . . ” Max laughed. “Don’t let the flames give you a sunburn. I gotta run, just saw my Starbucks barista . . . I will gain a date if it kills me! Oh, and good luck. You’ll need it.”



“Right.” I clicked end and shut off the car.



Nothing was going as planned—that was for sure.

Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.


She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at www.rachelvandykenauthor.com

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The Consequence of Loving Colton Prologue!

RELEASE DATE: APRIL 21, 2015

It’s all fun and games…until someone’s heart is broken.

They’re not kids anymore, but Milo Caro is certain that
Colton Mathews will only see her as his best friend’s little sister for the
rest of their lives. After all, he made that clear the night before she left
for college. But four years later, her brother is getting married and Colt’s
the best man—and guess who is the best man’s last-minute date?

Milo vows to use the wedding to either claim the smoldering
firefighter’s heart or douse this torch for good. When Max—her best friend from
college, who may be carrying a torch of his own—crashes the party, they devise
a plan to make Colt see what he’s missing. But after Colt catches on, he
decides to cook up his own revenge.

Now it’s personal. Colt and Milo are at war, and between
Max’s questionable acting methods, an unfortunate trip to jail, and a maniacal
fiancée, what could possibly go right?

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Summer 2009

“I can’t believe you’re really going
to college, Milo.” Colton’s teasing smile flashed right in front of me,
rendering me temporarily blind. Man, he was beautiful. His normally dark-brown
hair had shots of gold from the summer sun. Dimples peeked out from his
mega-white smile and I was pretty confident that I saw a twinkle in his
green eyes meant just for me. He’d
been home for two months since graduation and was already off saving the world
one fire at a time. I watched his full lips curve around the mouth of his
Corona. He and my brother Jason had organized a going-away party for me.
Apparently me getting accepted into NYU was a big deal: they’d even gone so far
as to get a Star Wars–themed cake from Dairy Queen and a princess tiara that
said “Pretty” across it. It was always their joke with me. I was a complete and
total tomboy—I loved picking fights and getting muddy—yet still demanded they
treat me like a princess.

With a sigh I leaned back on the
picnic blanket and looked up at the stars. My crown fell to the side of my
head, causing my hair to fall all over my face. The party had been over for a
few hours, leaving me, Colt, and Jason. I should have been happy: after all,
who does that for their little sister? What brother would even care? Furthermore,
the fact that it had all been Colt’s idea, someone who wasn’t even family, was
huge. But . . . maybe that’s the part that left me feeling empty. I might as
well be family to Colton. I was the little sister he’d never had—and secretly,
I’d always wanted to be so much more.

“Aw, you messed up your hair,”
Colton teased, lifting the crown with the tip of his finger and giving me a
sexy wink.

“Whatever shall I do?” I huffed.

“I’ll save you.” His voice was just
above a whisper. “I’ve always wanted to save a princess.”

“You did.” My grin was huge. “You
saved me a least a hundred times when we were little—slew the dragon at the top
of the stairs and did it all without getting a scratch.”

“Messy job.” He let out a long,
exaggerated sigh. “I don’t know how I made it to my twenty-first birthday
without getting singed.”

“Donald didn’t breathe fire. He was
a fireless dragon, remember?”

“Oh, right.” His eyes twinkled. “How
is the old dragon anyway?”

I shrugged and chewed on my lower
lip. “Haven’t been in the attic since you guys left for school. I’ve been
busy.”

“Too busy to play?”

I rolled my eyes. “Too busy
graduating to play, yeah.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Fun.” I snorted. “The last time I
had fun was when we snuck into your parents’ pool and—” I clamped my mouth shut
before the words could tumble out on their own. Crap. Crap. Crap.

“Skinny-dipped.” He finished my
thought. “Yeah, that was a blast.”

“Hey, guys!” Jason called as he ran
out of the house. “Dad needs me to grab Mom from work so I’ll be right back!
Don’t do anything fun without me! I mean it!”

The loud roar from his truck drowned
out our conversation  for a brief
second and then slowly dissipated as the vehicle barreled down the driveway.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”
Colton asked.

If his thoughts were along the line
of finally getting him alone, away from my brother? “Absolutely.” I grinned as
he grabbed my hand and helped me off the blanket.

“Come on. Let’s go have fun.”

Curious, I followed Colt as we ran
through a few backyards and finally ended up at his house.

“What are we doing?” I asked in a
hushed voice.

“Having fun.” I swear his grin made
my heart almost stop. “Now strip, Milo, we don’t have all night and Jason’s
going to be pissed he isn’t with us.”

Laughing, I took off my shirt and
shorts—I’d spent years swimming with the guys in my sports bra and underwear,
though as we got older it became weird, but only on my end. It felt strange to
strip down to nothing, knowing that my feelings for Colton were very real
whereas his were nonexistent. I mean, it was Colton. Sure, I had a crush on
him, but he never, ever thought of me that way. Ever.

“Last one in’s a rotten—”

I didn’t hear him finish—but I did
beat him into the water. His mom and stepdad’s pool was always my favorite
place to swim. It had a little waterfall in the deep end that you could swim
under that always made me think of fairy tales and the movies. Then again, that
could be because every time I broke through the water it was Colton’s face I saw,
and his smile that drew me. He was my own personal Prince Charming.

Laughing, Colton splashed around,
then hauled himself out of the pool and did a cannonball right by my face. I
was glad that it was dark—I must have been beet-red. Man, the guy was ripped.

“Wanna race?” he asked, out of
breath.

“Wanna lose?” I countered.

“Never.”

“Um, it’s an everyday occurrence.” I
swam over to the edge. “Ready, set—”

“—go!” He ran instead of swam and
then dove under water.

Bastard! Arms burning, I tried to
make it to the other end of the pool. I usually didn’t open my eyes under
water, but this time I did to see where I was going.

His body was a blur in front of me.
All I saw was hard-lined muscle.

I stopped right in front of him and
jumped to the surface. “You cheated.”

“I like to call it winning.” He
beamed triumphantly.

“Cheating.” My teeth ground together
as I pushed against his chest. Laughing, he fell backward, pulling me with him.
Our bodies ground together, heat against heat, skin against skin.

And suddenly sneaking away from
Jason wasn’t funny anymore.

Neither of us was laughing.

His hands moved from my waist slowly
up my body until they rested on my face. With a curse he pulled my head toward
his. “We should . . .”

“Yeah,” I whispered.

Neither of us pulled away.

His lips brushed mine, just enough
to make me strain toward him—I needed him like I needed air.

“Kids!” His stepdad’s voice rang
through the night air. “You out here making noise?”

Colton pushed me away and I nearly
hit my head on the waterfall rocks.

“Yeah, just . . . hanging out!”
Colton called. “I’m with Jason’s sister.”

I froze. He’d never called me that
before. He even said it in such a final way, as if that was all I would ever
be. Period. My heart didn’t just sink . . . it shuddered, then combusted, as
all the hopes I’d harbored since I was thirteen came to a crushing
world-altering halt. My suspicions were finally confirmed. Out loud. On the day
the boy I liked had thought enough to throw me a party.

The line had been drawn. And I might
as well be on the other side of the universe.

That was the day I lost Colton
Mathews—forever.

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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.


She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at www.rachelvandykenauthor.com

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