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Guest Elise Hepner, Erotic Romance Author- Fairytale Hotties!

Fairytale Hotties

Today, C.M. was nice enough to host me in on her blog so I could talk about the sweet and wickedly hot heroes of fairy tales. A majority of these are movie heroes because I don’t want random strangers peeking into my head to look at what book heroes look like inside my head—they’re mine and you can’t have them. Plus, I imagine that would be bad for my brain. And I need for writing. But believe me when I say, my imagination doesn’t skimp on anything.

Without further ado here are my tried and true collection of fairy tale hotties:

James Marsden as Prince Charming in Enchanted:

This movie holds a very special place in my heart. Back when DH was my boyfriend we went to go see it together on our trip to Disney World on our two year anniversary. This was also the night he gave me my promise ring and told me basically “This is it, us, I’m done” but a lot prettier than that. So a year and a half later when he proposed and it was time to get married, I used the ballroom song from Enchanted as our first dance. I love the whole concept of Prince Charming in this movie, puffy sleeves and all, and I’m glad he got his happily ever after even without the fair maiden. Plus, hello, he’s drool worthy as hell!

James MacAvoy as Max/Johnny in Penelope

I don’t know what my fascination with James’s are today, but I can’t turn down a musical bad boy who wants to do right so badly in this quirky fairytale. From the moment he opened his mouth in this movie, I was smitten. And the way he has this particular look about him, as if he can see inside to the deepest part of a woman. Gut wrenching sexiness. He completely swept me off my feet in this movie even if he had no castle or gold to offer Penelope, his love was certainly enough. Though I think I’d want a little more than love, like some shirtless, pants less action. That sounds about right.

Flynn Rider voiced by Zachery Levi

I’ve got to admit…I’ve got a small thing for an animated character. I don’t know who this Zachery Levi person is, but he brought Flynn to life. So much so that I wish he was real so he could throw his wit and sarcasm my way and we would banter until dawn. *swoon*. Unfortunately, he’s a pretty piece of paper or CGI somewhere in the Disney studios made with super vibrant colors and someone with a penchant for Zachery Quinto eyebrows. So no such luck in getting him near me any time soon. But maybe if I wish upon a star? That’s supposed to make dreams come true, at least that’s how it happens in all the fairytales I know of. I think tonight I have a date with a shiny star and some wine.

Max Irons as Henry in Red Riding Hood

I’m so, so sorry to say that I went to see this movie in theaters. Dear God it was awful from start to finish and if I hadn’t paid an arm and a leg to watch this, I would have walked out. People all around the theater were bantering, making fun of it, and laughing at the tribal dance scene. The only thing that made the big screen worth my time was Max in all his “Am I or Am I not the Werewolf?” glory. And Red was an idiot for not seeing the incredible hotness, protectiveness, and all around good man that wanted to marry her. He was the perfect man aside from his deep need to kill paranormal, giant wolves. But hey, maybe we could make it work if he came back a little sweaty and dirty from a hunt…yeah…I’m okay with that picture. Thank God for Max Irons. That’s all I’ve got to say.

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Author Elise Hepner

Title: Not So Pure

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

Erotic Romance ebook

White runs from her prison of a past and enters into a sexual deal with seven men that alters the course of her life for eternity. Caught between her need to take control and making up for her serious lack of good sex, she enters a wonderland of kinky possibilities with men who show her that Prince Charmings come in all shapes and sizes. For White and her men—once upon a time doesn’t cut it—three or four times sound just about right.
With each partner—not always one at a time—White beats back her trust issues. But the shadow of her past comes back to haunt them all. Now she must introduce them to her personal battle, hoping they’ll fight beside her as their sinful nights turn into hellish days. Happily ever after isn’t by the books anymore.


Bright morning sunshine filtered through the trees, casting warmth all over her dirty body, and not bothering to look down at herself, she continued to pick her way through the forest. The light breeze blowing against her cheek was thick with scents from the night before—blooming night jasmine and sweat. She gritted her teeth against the nausea rooted in her stomach and noticed the fine shaking running up her bare thighs. How long could she go without food or water before she passed out? Her last meal had been yesterday afternoon, would that be enough? She didn’t know.A plan was paramount.

She heard stories of men out here. They all lived together outside of town, away from the glitz and glamour of the city. Would they help or not? Either she found the nearest path back to a main road or she searched for a random cottage. There was no way to tell which would be easier.

Why had she even gone with Huntsman! This train of thought would get her nowhere and at least she was out of the house. She quickly stopped questioning and made a choice.

She would try to find the infamous cottage in the woods.

The reasoning was simple enough. It was logically easier to persuade a few people to help her out than walking to town and relying on a larger group of people. With more people, the odds of them saying no went up. Townspeople had that “who me?” aspect to them that made ignorance bliss. So many people would probably glance out of the corner of their eye at her begging and hurry along because of the implications of helping street filth.

And that’s what she looked like right now. With no money, no prospects and no work experience, so she had to start from scratch—there wasn’t much else but pity to fall back on.

This wasn’t a fairytale where someone would slip money into her hand and offer her a warm bed for the night. Most people were too selfish. White was better off going one-on-one with a group of men who’d already shed society’s rules by living in the middle of nowhere. Unfortunately, the trip was neither close nor easy.

Now she was caked in god-knows-what, looking toward the morning sky and waiting for a cottage to come in sight. What other option did she have? There was no indication of what awaited her there. But it had to be better than what was back in the woods—embracing destiny and all that jazz.

Or running away from it,” she mumbled.

All the same. But it was hard to ignore her survival instincts. They had at least gotten her out of that prison and from now on it was her own way or she could bolt if she wanted to. Yet, this was the first time she’d been out of the house in how long? For a second her whole world rotated a hundred and eighty degrees.

The fresh air was joyous as it whipped around her half-naked body. It moved along the sensitive nape of her neck and brushed lightly against her shoulders and her spine. Inside her head it was peaceful and maddening all at once. Sure, she could do whatever she wanted now—that was a relief—but she couldn’t do anything without a good meal. So technically, she still didn’t have half as much independence as she would have liked.

When the sun came through the breaks at the top of the tree-line, the outline of a house was illuminated and she tried to hold back her curiosity. Her stomach plunged as nervous butterflies fluttered in her abdomen and she crossed her arms around her waist. This must be the place, they had an auto body shop and car parts were spread everywhere.

Everyone in town knew about the men who lived in the woods to get away from the catty glitz of the real world. People said the men lived in a fairytale. White believed it when she had the chance to examine the cottage up close. Aquamarine windows lined with chipped, coal black casings glistened with grease. There was a sloping roof with red tinted shingles, though some were missing in a weird pattern.

No one did the place justice—because it was a complete mess

Why would they need a door with bars on the peep-hole window? Were there normally robberies in the middle of a forest?

They topped it all off with a yard of rusted metal—which made sense because they were rumored to be mechanics. But motorcycle parts, engines, and tires laying out on the lawn without rhyme or reason? She supposed everyone had to have a hobby.

White gingerly sidestepped her way through the car parts. The scent of cooked meat beckoned her closer toward the door and her stomach twisted with hunger. Caught between the need to bang on the door or to let herself inside—damn the consequences—she settled for something in between both actions.

Hey!” White shouted, throat burning with thirst. “Can I get a little help out here?”

She moved toward the door when she heard footsteps because moving backward was cowardly. A man, judging by his broad shoulders. He peered through the window. Barred rectangular shadows hollowed his face and forehead. He slightly opened the door to peek out at her with suspicion through the small crack.

Maybe she had been expecting a deformity because they lived in the middle of nowhere. But when she searched his face for a pockmark or fake eye, all that she could see was the bone structure of a model with a little bit of scruff on his chin. His amber brown eyes narrowed. Wasn’t she the one who should be suspicious?

A tiny tremor shot up her spine when he opened the door all the way and eased his toned, sculpted frame through the gap. No peg leg either. From what she could see, he was all there. A perfect specimen. She absently rubbed the fuzz on her head, wondering why men did it electively. Like the stranger in front of her with white blond hair buzzed to his scalp. She dropped her hand and tightened her jaw.

He squinted at her because the sun was directly in his eyes. It meant he stood somewhere in the range of six-feet-four-inches with a high metabolism as evidenced by his lithe, muscular build. He rolled his shoulders, hands ducking into the pockets of a pair of brown corduroys. The cotton shirt he had on exuded spicy, musky man smell and she shifted from foot to foot.

Are you willing to help me?”

It depends on what you want and why you’re here.” His voice came out in a guttural lullaby. “Not many people venture out here without a car.”

He gave her a cursory once over with his eyes.

And you really don’t have much of anything.”

I just want some food and to get some sleep. It’s been a long night.” She crossed her arms, acting like his answer didn’t define the next few minutes. “I’ll be out of your house by morning if I can help it.”

Where are your clothes?”

Long story, but at least I have underwear, right?”

His gaze snapped up and down with heat flickering in his tawny pupils. That look was familiar, lust was easy to pinpoint. He wanted her even if he didn’t know it yet. So, there was a foothold now and she was going to take advantage of it.

If this is what it took to get some food, then so be it. Weirder things had transpired at the mansion—and worse things had been traded for drugs. Besides, whoever got anything in life for free?

A simple flashing wouldn’t do her any harm. She hadn’t seen anyone react to her body who wasn’t coked up or twice her age in awhile and deep inside she enjoyed knowing that he wanted her. A little thrill made her heart beat faster—no one else would see her half naked—they were in the middle of a forest. But the idea that someone could see turned her on more than she’d like to admit.

There was no getting around the fact that he was hot.

She uncrossed her arms and let them rest by her sides, giving him an eyeful of her breasts. Without pausing, he was by her side, offering his shirt with an outstretched hand.

W—what?” she stammered, uncertain.

I’d feel more comfortable talking to you if you were dressed.”

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Interview and Giveaway with Author Elise Hepner

I’ve managed to con a friend and author into an interview this week. Ms. Elise Hepner has come to chat with me about her new release, Party Games, a steamy little m/m/f quickie. She’s also been kind enough to give away a copy of her new book to one lucky person who comments below.

Contest runs until Sunday June 5th Midnight EST.

She’s a a real sweetie, so let’s see what she has to say.

So, I heard fantastic news, your new book, Party Games, was just released. That’s exciting. Congratulations! Do you find promoting your books difficult? 

A: Sometimes, mostly because there are so many bases to cover in terms of the internet, social media, etc. It can be irksome to make sure everything is perfect at every point on a blog tour or that all the information matches from site to site. But all the hard work pays off. It doesn’t make much sense to write a book and then not have anyone read it, especially when I really enjoy writing them.

What’s your favorite part of the writing process, I mean, besides the hot men, steamy romance and *fans self* sex?

A: There’s a point I reach during every manuscript where everything kind of floats away and it’s just me and my mind fighting with how fast my hands can move over the keyboard. I love that rush, almost a high, of pure and complete love for whatever I’m working on at the moment. It’s all brilliant, awesome, my best work to date. I’m compelled to work on it like tomorrow is my last day on earth and I have to finish this one piece before we all blow up. Normally, I only get to that positive, manic place once in a manuscript, if at all. But that elusive rush of positivity among my writerly thoughts of doom and gloom keep me going for another sentence more–and it’s definitely my favorite part.

You have several books under your belt, so tell me, who’s your favorite hero and why?

A: I’m actually kinda weird, in that I tend to like my heroine’s better than my hero’s mainly because they are so fun and quirky! Their journeys and struggles are always more pronounced for me–maybe because I’m a Women’s Studies minor? Who knows!

If you had to do it over again, is there something you would have done differently in your career?

A: I probably would have gone through an intensive editing process sooner so that I could be readying my work for publication without so much trouble. In the beginning I was very stubborn and convinced everything was great. Mostly because every book was my child. Now I know it all sucks until, at least, the 5th draft. So, if I could go back, I would tell myself it all sucks and to try again–and again–and again.

Has there been anyone that inspired you during your career?

A: Absolutely, Charlotte Stein, my mentor, has really shaped me mentally towards the publishing industry and being an author in today’s changing market. She is super awesome, if you haven’t bought anything of hers, do so now.

I also really respect Sommer Marsden’s work ethic and her ability to churn out amazing books again and again. I love her writing voice and her sense of fun.

Is there any advice you’d like to give to aspiring authors?

A: If it isn’t ready to submit in five edits, it’ll never be ready. Bury it in the backyard, have a nice mourning session, and get back to a new book.

This new book, Party Games, tell me a little about it. 

A: Originally it came about as a short for an erotic anthology focusing on surprises and then I liked the premise so much I decided to expand it until it grew longer than the required word count for that anthology. There were so many possibilities that the cover of darkness provided, I couldn’t bear to let my little threesome be cut short from their boinking, sex positive, women empowerment escapade. Plus, I really wanted to give my heroine, Charlotte, some room to grow sexually because she was just so repressed and afraid of herself. I was really proud of her when she opened up a little more. My little firecracker gave everyone a piece of her mind!

Can you tell us about your favorite scene?

A: My favorite scene probably has to be the one where Charlotte takes total sexual control over both men while they both think they have the upper hand. She’s tricky like that–and what resulted was super sexy.

Okay, some fun quick questions:

How much wood can a woodchuck chuck?

Depends on how much lube he’s got on hand.

Or, when in doubt, ask the Beavers in the Narnia movies, they seem very nice and down to earth.

What’s your favorite color?


If stranded on a deserted island who would you wish was with you?

Christian Bale, my husband, and my friend Shallon because she would keep everything in perspective about never being found–while I was busy living up my last days with hot men.

If bull frogs had wings wouldn’t they still bump their butts when they landed?

This question reminds me of Thumbalina, which is, oddly enough, one of my favorite movies. And I think that depends on physics and gravitational pull and weight and counterweight….yes? *scratches head*

LOL! Thanks for being such a great sport. Great answers!

Party Games

By Elise Hepner

Erotica M/M/F


William’s boring lovemaking leaves Charlotte unsatisfied. Harboring fantasies she can’t put into words, she longs for a sexual voice but finds herself too stifled by her proper social upbringing.

When a blackout hits their resort hotel and William proposes a sexy version of hide-and-seek, playtime takes on a whole new salacious meaning. Charlotte’s mind races with sexual scenarios. But even her fantasies fail to compare to the titillating adventure her husband has planned for her—with the help of another man.

Soon everything she knows about lust will be irreversibly changed—and she’ll moan for more.

Reader Advisory: Contains scorching-hot M/M/F sexual scenarios, a woman giving orders on an erotic high and slight trickery.

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Her fingers trembled—should she risk giving into fear and walk out of the closet or wait for William? Without a doubt he’d planned this as a sexual hunt. A naughty bedroom game. But huddled among heirloom furs in her thin silk slip, she was already prey.

I’ve got you.”

She couldn’t mistake that wicked laugh. It was him. David, who had been a friend at galas she’d attended, but whose body she couldn’t help tracing with her gaze as he had made his way around the room. He was magnetic—and something she shouldn’t want. Which made her desire flare to life every time he had kissed her hand in formal greeting. Through her glove, his lips had been a seal of heat that had built underneath her flesh.

Until a sexual beast she hadn’t known she held inside roared to get out. Had it been fate that he had found her here? Or perhaps something more devious. Either way she couldn’t push back the relief that flooded her limbs at the sound of his voice.

At last, a voice she knew. One of the doors to her left unlatched and creaked, jerking back to reveal a lean, masculine figure against the weather’s cruel backdrop. One of his large hands groped her breast and tweaked the tender nipple. She muffled a groan between her clenched teeth. Goodness, this was wrong—but he moved in beside her and closed the door.

His fingers crept over her body against the slide of silk. He was gentle, but underneath her skin there was an elated tingle where he touched her, his caress stripping her mind of all logical thought. She wanted him everywhere at once. His heavy palms pressed and curved against her like he would memorize her form in the dark. He found her every reactive spot.

Against his eagerness she rose to the occasion. Their breaths came out in loud, tortured rasps. The roar of rolling thunder silenced their noises as the darkness shrouded them from reality. When his hand grasped her hip and he drew her in tight against his body, his cock against her stomach was a heated, pulsing barrier between them.

I’ve always wanted you, from that insipid garden party until this moment.”


You’re my ultimate conquest. My sweet as sin fantasy. I want to please you as only an illicit lover can please his lady.” He whispered against her cheek so she could only focus on the low rumble of his voice. “You need me.”

She wouldn’t deny it.

Then take me.” She sought out his lips. The thrill of possible sin with another man made her flesh burn from his touch.

William must have his fair share of dalliances outside their marriage bed. What would be the harm in her having just this one? Her husband worked nights often. She knew what the sewing circles whispered. William had never made any motion to make her doubt the gossip. If anything, his actions only enforced the rumors because he would come home at night with different women’s perfumes on his skin and wrinkles in his untucked shirts.

Briefly, the thought of her husband in an affair stung until she buried it away. They didn’t know each other well enough, like other married couples, for her to waste so much time on her emotions. Their courtship had never been a match of love, but their marriage was one of business between families.

So it didn’t make sense to waste pain on the hypothetical. It wasn’t as if she could change things. Where would hurt get her in the end? She wouldn’t be any better for it, so it was best for her to lock it away.

But surely William didn’t care enough for her for this to hurt him? He’d never done much but scold, reprimand or mount her―that is, when they saw each other at all. William couldn’t deny her curiosity. Not when David might bring her to life again. She couldn’t resist when the timing was so right.

If anything, William should be pleased that she might finally have fun in the bedroom—or a closet. Maybe this would teach her to bring her own desires to her husband. Wouldn’t that be ironic?

It was no secret that it took two to make a marriage. In or out of the bedroom. Though she and her husband had intercourse—because that was the only clinical thing to call it—often enough Charlotte rarely knew the whimsical pull of truly earth-shattering sex. Yes, she couldn’t begin to know how to ask for what she wanted—but William would probably laugh and then deny her everything.

David, on the other hand—he wouldn’t give her a choice in the matter. A hard, hot flush crept up her cheeks. There would be no going back now. She straightened her shoulders and came to her decision.

David held her back for a moment with his strong hands on her shoulders. Was he rethinking this? Caught between a frown and anger tightening her chest, she let it all go when he drew close again. Each inch was a mile. His tongue traced her lips in a sensory sweep that left her weak-kneed and dizzy.

As an excuse for something to do with her hands, she groped until she could begin to unbutton his dress shirt. When his mouth crushed hers, she took pleasure in exploring his hot, muscled upper body. God, it was much naughtier without lights.

When had been the last time she used the word naughty in her vocabulary? Not since school. And then it wasn’t for anything as serious as breaking a commandment or committing a sin. But if she was going to hell for the way David possessed her—body and soul—it was all worth it.

Now her hands trembled for an entirely different reason. Undeterred by his fingers inching up her slip, she raised her arms and her final protection slithered to the floor. In preparation for her husband, she’d removed all other garments that would get in his way before she got into the closet. William never liked to take his time. But now she leaned into David’s touch and tightened her grip on his body.

Determined to go slow with her exploration of his flesh—even knowing time wasn’t a luxury they had because of the game winding throughout the old resort hotel—she cupped the sides of his face in her palms. Under her hands his jaw hardened, a brief protest that died on his lips. He turned until his soft mouth delicately kissed her palm, sending a fluttery jolt of desire to her abdomen. Beneath his fingers she flushed from the attention as he traced her curves in tingling, barely there circles. Her fingers caressed his high cheekbones as she relied on her heightened sense of touch.

When his face tightened in a smile, she found the irresistible dimples that showed up whenever he complimented her at parties. Her fingers traced up and over his forehead, normally creased with concentration, and through his short, mussed curls. She didn’t need light to know and appreciate the raven color and feathery texture under her hands. A crash of thunder outside the room’s windowpanes made her startle and his wicked, honey brown irises lit up. From the crack in the closed doors there was just enough illumination to catch a glimpse of his cupid-bow lips parted in pleasure. His hungry gaze locked on her nude body.

I like when you look at me like that.”

Like what?” He coaxed her onward.

When I glimpse my attraction and what I’ve wanted to do to you all those long months dancing in your eyes. I’m glad we understand each other.” She sealed her words with a scorching kiss of tongue and teeth. But it was with reluctance that she pulled back from his eager hands. “But we can only do this once. This is my time to be selfish, but I can’t take the prolonged guilt that these engagements take out of a person.”

I think you’ve read too many romance novels.”

Please. I’m serious, David.”

All right,” He let out a small exhalation before returning to his deft work over of her body. “I’ll make it good then, my very best for the lady.”

Satisfied, she sank gratefully into his touch.

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Books: The Forbidden Chamber, by Ella Drake

The Forbidden Chamber, from Samhain Publishing, Available today.

“Your life is forfeit if you open that door.”

All her life, Lady Isabel Colven has followed the path laid out for her, content to look neither left nor right for excitement. Her future holds a dutiful, passionless marriage to some nice young man, and she’s content…until the exotic and compelling Lord Rukh Hayle threatens her maidenly reserve. Rumor paints him as a wife-murderer; desire tempts her to look past his aura of danger.

Rukh refuses to let his family’s curse kill a third bride, but Isabel awakens the Raven within him, compels him to take her to wife—and to bed—despite the secrets that live under his skin. That lie is locked in the darkest corners of the manor, waiting to be unleashed. Their lusty union arouses the curse, entangling Isabel in an erotic tug of war that can only end in her destruction. There is no escape for either of them. Not from his family’s shadowy history. Not from demons imagined and real. And not from the choice Rukh faces to save his bride from a fate worse than death…

Warning: This gothic contains heady kisses that lead to ruin, passionate sex on a desk chair, a mysterious husband who may be a murderer, a cursed family of raven shifters, and an unspeakable evil hidden in the closet.

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The Forbidden Chamber is available from Samhain at MBaM

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Books: The Wicked Flame by Stephanie Adkins

Hot off the Presses!

How far would you go to set a tortured spirit free? While preparing a haunted house for their town’s annual Halloween fundraiser competition, lovers Corey, Keith, and Landon stumble upon the ghost of Civil War Union soldier, Major Joseph Harland.

When the Major mistakes Corey for the woman who murdered him during the war, he sets out to seek his redemption in ways they never dreamed possible.

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Visit Stephanie at http://www.stephanieadkins.com

When a restless ghost licks at your blood, it’s a whole new kind of burn ….

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A Trip on the Dark Side, Revisited

I recently blogged about writing horror, gore and all the things that go bump in the night, but a conversation at Romance Divas demanded I add to this little observation.

The conversation was about forced seduction, and it quickly turned to the stigmata that has some how made this fantasy un-PC. About a week before, there was another comment by a writer concerning such fantasies making the claim that no women really had them. Clearly this woman was not one of those with such fantasies, but considering I happen to enjoy such things, she was wrong.

During my previous blog, I made mention that a writer shouldn’t hold back because they’re afraid of what others might think when it comes to horror. This holds doubly true for romance and erotica. There will always be those who dislike, or become disturbed over the images and ideas you create and explore in your fiction, but they aren’t the audience you’re targeting.

Think of it this way. I’m an atheist (yes, I really am), and you’re writing a christian themed romance. Are you targeting me? Hell no. I wouldn’t pick up the book if it was the only thing in the doctor’s office and had a five hour wait. I’m about as far from your target audience as one could get.

My point is, that there’s someone out there that likes what you like. You may have to search a bit for the right agent, but writing what you love and exploring ideas (PC or not) that you find interesting is the key to good writing. Passion is key.

Good luck and good writing.

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Books: Romance Erotica


So, I have to say the cover is just lickable. Spell check says that lickable isn’t a word. Clearly they have no imagination when it comes to the written word.

Stephanie Adkins, a fellow writer from Romance Diva’s, has a new book out. Read her excerpt, and if you like what you see, buy the book. She’s a great writer and a warm individual. If you like this genre (erotic romance), you’ll love her work.

Resisting Kane is now available from Phaze Books!

Past inequities are hard to forget…and harder still to forgive. After fifteen years, high school classmates Madison Carey and Terence Kane are forced to work together to stop a madman whose sole purpose is to seek revenge…with her life as the prize.

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Visit Stephanie at: www.stephanieadkins.com

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