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His & Hers – S. L. Jennings

Two is a flame. Three is a wildfire that’s sure to burn.

In an attempt to rekindle the spark between them, Lauren and Marcus step out of the comfort and routine of their marriage and do the unthinkable: invite another party into their bedroom. As things quickly heat up, what they had hoped would ignite the flame that had been extinguished in their relationship, erupts into a scorching inferno of desire…and betrayal.

Lauren had always strived to be the ideal wife. Prim, proper, and undoubtedly loyal to her husband, she would never dream of fantasizing about another man. But what happens when another man isn’t the object of her longing? How does she compromise her heart for what her body craves?

Marcus had become a creature of habit, and it was killing his spirit. Between work and scheduled sex with his wife of ten years, he was bored with the life he had built with Lauren. Until an ordinary date night turned into something neither one of them would ever forget. And after the deed was done, he knew that his marriage would never be the same.

His and Hers is a story about tearing down the walls of inhibition, testing the limits of desire, and learning that playing with forbidden fire will always burn.

Story Notes

On a late night call with Naleighna Kai, she told me of all the exciting stories that were being written for two upcoming anthologies. “Oh, you all are writing “story stories” (deep stuff). I let her know that I had something to offer, but it would be H-O-T. This story was written in between penning two novels and preparing for a trip to the Cavalcade of authors at the Atlantis Resorts in the Bahamas.

S.L. Jennings is a military wife to her high school sweetheart, a mom of 3 rowdy boys, and a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance novels such as Taint and Born Sinner. When she’s not obsessing over book boyfriends, you can find her hanging out with a few epic fictional loves at independent bookstores, or sipping a Bloody Mary at her favorite brunch haunt in Spokane, Washington.
www.sljennings.com

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Southern Comfort – Naleighna Kai

The moment Joy’s estranged mother shows up on her doorstep and drops off a mysterious child for her to raise, she’s forced to put her life on hold. Two years later, she abandons her dream of becoming a civil engineer, when her mother reappears with yet another child from her drug-addicted sister. Twice is enough, and the third time isn’t a charm as Joy’s outright refusal makes her an outcast to her small family. With so much responsibility at such a young age, having an intimate relationship is something she never allowed herself to dream. Until a chance meeting at the most unlikely of places.

Ali was the bridge that brought his father back into the family fold, by marrying the woman they chose for him. Now, the last child is off to college and his multi-million dollar businesses are thriving, he prepares his wife for a life without him and embarks on a journey to find the love he deserves. When he lays eyes on Joy, one word comes to mind—lost. He didn’t realize until that moment that he has a “savior complex”; but something about the elusive woman pulls at Ali’s heartstrings and makes him take a risk.

Story Notes: My first Cuddle Party was an exhilarating experience. I held onto an article in the Chicago Red Eye for a year before I got up the courage to attend. Safe, non-sexual touch. People who weren’t family. No other books that I’ve read covered this event and with the valuable input of fellow authors Lisa Watson and J. D. Mason, I thought I would share how two people could become deeply connected even when sex wasn’t on the table.

Naleighna Kai is the national bestselling author of several controversial novels. She’s the founder of the NK Tribe Called Success, NK Literary Cafe Magazine, and the Cavalcade of Authors Literary Tour. She is an agent, developmental editor, literary consultant and marketing and promotion specialist.
www.naleighnaka.com

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Excerpt – The Confection Assignment by Karen D Bradley

Mia’s head snapped up at a sound that wasn’t anything like the faint echoes of music from the other end of the lake. For some reason, her instinct was on high alert especially since the additional security team was missing in action.
“Having dinner out here was a great idea,” Mia said for the sake of their nosy neighbor Patty, who was walking in their direction as Calvin approached the table.
The older woman wasn’t any cause for concern.
“You like me cooking for you.” He brought out the spaghetti and salad, slid it on the table, then leaned in, kissing Mia. He wrapped his arm around her waist, nuzzling her neck. “Maybe we should have dessert first.”
“I’ll not be reheating dinner tonight.” Pushing him away, she turned him back toward the house, then swatted that gorgeous rear end of his to send him on his way. “You need to go grab those breadsticks. I’ll open the wine.”
Calvin, who had never been married, enjoyed playing the role of husband a little too much. He winked before stepping off the planks and into the dining room. He paused at the door and glanced over his shoulder. “We need to do this more often.”
Most often wouldn’t happen. Tonight was the last day of her assignment, then she’d be back to her regular life and that didn’t include being a high security detail protector to a top secret invention and its handsome creator.
Several minutes later, she poured him a glass of red wine before fixing their plates. She scanned the area again and a tingle of suspicion ignited in her mind.
What’s taking him so long?
“Calvin, today would be nice,” Mia yelled. She perched on the chair, waiting for his smart response.
None came.
Mia placed the glass on the table and swept into the house. Calvin wasn’t in the kitchen. If he had slipped into his office to work instead of joining her outside, there was going to be a problem.
Mia laid eyes on Calvin as she rounded the corner, but his voice halted her in her tracks.
“Run, Mia. Run,” Calvin yelled, lunging for the stocky Asian man near the office door.
A hefty Black guy slammed his weapon across the back of Calvin’s head.
Mia sprinted down the hallway past the study and powder room, aiming to get her weapon. She kicked herself for not bringing it inside. They wouldn’t kill Calvin, but they could hurt him if he didn’t cooperate. She slid a cast iron skillet from the cooktop.
“Go get her,” someone yelled from the office.
Several things crashed to the office floor. Calvin put up one hell of a fight. Mere seconds had passed when Mia’s pursuer rounded the corner. She slammed the skillet into his chest, causing him to fly into the wall. He recovered and reached for her arm. The skillet crashed down onto his head with a backward swipe. This time, his body hit the ground, right on top of his gun.
Damn.
Her feet pounded on the hardwood floor as she raced for the front entrance, aiming to find some type of reinforcements. An armed man came off the path to the porch. She slammed the front door, locking it. Keys jiggled in the tumbler.
Mia ran top speed toward the kitchen ahead of a spray of bullets that landed in the cabinets. She slid toward the island like a baseball player trying to reach the home plate. She scrambled around the counter, bolting to the deck and made it to the table.
“Nowhere to run,” a man with an ivory complexion said as a Latino guy calmly stepped over the threshold onto the deck as though nothing out of the ordinary had transpired.
“Don’t be so sure of that.” She snatched the Ruger, aimed, and pulled the trigger five times taking out the biggest threat. Mia didn’t wait for the Latino man’s advancing body to hit the ground. She hit the stairs. The ivory man took cover in the dining room and held up on a perfect vantage spot.
Three armed men raced toward her. Damn, how many did they send?
Mia’s heart sank, but adrenaline kicked in as she turned back.
She had to make it to the Lincoln.
“Mrs. Atwood, don’t do it,” he yelled as she climbed from the patio chair to the railing.
He aimed his Glock and fired.
Mia took a flying leap from the banister and dove into the water.

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The Confection Assignment – Karen D. Bradley

About The Confection Assignment by Karen D. Bradley

Mia Jakob takes on a security detail that some of her superiors felt was out of her league. They might’ve been right, but not for the reason they think. The chemistry between her and the handsome client, Calvin, has Mia struggling to resist sweet temptation as she protects him and the invention wanted by several government agencies.
The last forty-eight hours of her detail will be the most intense as highly trained teams make several attempts to steal the invention and the mastermind behind its creation. Mia’s skills are put to the test as she fights to keep them safe and the invention from falling into the wrong hands. But, will her attraction to Calvin be the very thing that get them killed?

Story Notes: for The Confection Assignment

Writing keeps me sane. Creating this piece for the Sugar Anthology challenged me to be more concise due to the word count limitation. I was honored to be among an amazing group of authors. It created an environment of education, elevation, and encouragement which allowed me to improve my writing skills.

Karen D. Bradley has penned several contemporary fiction novels— Love Runs Deep, Life on Fire, and Shattered Illusions. Recently, she ventured into film making by writing and producing a short film based on one of her novels. Visit Karen on the web at
www.karendbradley.com

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Excerpt – Dirty Diana by J.D. Mason

Diana Rigby was shaken out of a deep sleep with words she never thought she’d ever hear again.
“I’m callin’ ‘bout yo’ momma,” Aunt Lorraine said in that slow Southern drawl, laced with a kind of artificial sweetness that compelled an eye roll from Diana.
“What about her?”
Through the years as she climbed the ranks to become a Mixed Martial Arts Champion, she’d almost forgotten that she’d had a mother. That was her goal after she left Rhino, Texas not long after graduating high school. She left that same day, as a matter of fact, not bothering to tell anyone; determined to put as much space between her and the hell she’d grown up in as soon as possible.
“She ain’t doin’ too good, Diana,” Lorraine offered, then she waited, no doubt hoping that Diana would ask the most logical question. What’s wrong?
Silence hung heavy between the two for several beats before Lorraine continued. “Doctors say she ain’t got much time left. Cancer got her. She stayin’ here with me, until… well.”
“That’s too bad,” was the best Diana could muster.
Lorraine seemed disappointed in Diana’s lack of emotion or any expression of sincerity in her regret. Diana offered words. That’s all. She had nothing else to give her mother except empty and hollow words that meant absolutely nothing.
“She asks ‘bout you. Asks Tray to look you up on the Internet to see how you doin’.”
Again, Diana had no response. She left the edge of the deck and settled onto a cream- colored chaise.
“I’m sure she’d like to see you, Diana. It’s been so long.”
Returning to Rhino had never been on her radar. She never expected to see her mother again. But apparently, the umbilical cord between a mother and child is never fully severed, and it tugged on Diana until a few days later when she drove into town in a rented car on the same road she’d ridden on in that Greyhound bus when she left.
Welcome to Rhino, Texas, the sign on the side of the road read. Population 24,353.
* * *
The woman speeding down Flint Road in the flashy red convertible was definitely not from around here. So, of course, Jake postponed going back to the station to turn around and follow her. The speed limit was thirty, and she had to have been doing at least thirty-five. Being a small-town sheriff, little things like that mattered.
He flashed his siren and lights only for a moment before she pulled over to the side of the paved road. He’d probably let her get away with a warning, but if nothing else, at least he’d get to meet somebody new.
“Afternoon, Miss,” he said in his best Texas Sheriff drawl.
Damn! She was lovely, even behind those big sunglasses and that headscarf.
She turned her face up to look at him. “Was I speeding?”
Those, big, pretty lips of hers caused him to subconsciously lick his own. At first glance, he took her for a white woman, but up close he could see that she was either real light-skinned, Latina, or biracial. Stylish was the word that came to mind, right after beautiful. Everything about her screamed money, and she shone in the light like a new penny.
Jake had heard things, especially since she was back. Dirty Diana. Not white enough. Not black enough. She had a reputation for being loose, for lack of a better term. Looking for love in all the wrong places because she obviously wasn’t getting it from the one place she needed it most.
“You could always count on Dirty Diana for a good time.”
Good for who, though? Certainly not for a young girl who had probably been taught from birth that she wasn’t good enough or wanted. Guilt stuck in the back of his throat. If only he’d done something that first time he and the sheriff had answered the call to her house that day, maybe her life would’ve been different.

* * *

Jake wasn’t the type to get caught up like this. Women flirted. He flirted back, but he’d always known where to draw the line when one needed to be drawn for his sake, or for the sake of someone else. Level-headed. That phrase might as well have been his middle name, because it’s who he was, what he’d always been, to the point of being downright boring. She’d captivated him, somehow.
Diana Rigby had put a spell on him that he couldn’t shake, and that was fine with him.

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Dirty Diana – J. D. Mason

MMA fighter, “Dirty” Diana Rigby has just lost her title in a championship match. Soon after the fight, a relative calls Diana delivering the devastating news that Diana’s abusive and estranged mother, Louise Rigby is dying. Overwhelmed in disappointment and grief, Diana breaks the promise she made to herself years ago, and returns to her hometown of Rhino, TX to find closure with the woman who raised her, the woman she swore she’d never see again.

 When Sheriff Jake Randolph stops the beautiful stranger for speeding, he has no idea that it’s the young girl he first laid eyes on over twenty years ago when he and his superior, the former sheriff were called to the Rigby house in response to a disturbance call. Back then, the rookie cop believed that the child should’ve been removed from the home for her own safety, but his decision was over ruled, and he’s never forgiven himself for his lack of conviction.

 An emotional confrontation with her mother leaves Diana reeling into old habits of looking for love for all the wrong reasons, and Jake finds himself on the receiving end of Diana’s bad habits.

Story Notes: Dirty Diana

This story came on the heels of some major life changes and on the eve (give or take a week or two) of a dream trip to Europe. It was important for me to reel in the chaos and focus, so I made it a point to progress through this story like an MMA fighter in training.

J.D. Mason is the author of more than twenty novels including The Woman Trapped in the Dark, Seducing Abby Rhodes, The Real Mrs. Price. A national bestselling and award-winning author, her work has been featured in in USA Today, Essence, Pride Magazine in the U.K., and Today’s Black Woman.

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Excerpt – Spicing Things Up by Lisa Watson

Cassia pressed the doorbell and waited. Her palms were moist, so she wiped them on a black skirt she was wearing that fell just above her knee. She quickly ran her tongue over her teeth, then straightened her blouse.
The door opened suddenly, bringing her face-to-face with the object of her desire.
“Cassia,” Dylan said, his expression neutral. “Come in.”
“If you’re busy, I can just—”
“No, not at all,” he said motioning for her to enter.
She swept past him into a home that exuded style, warmth and masculinity. He closed the door behind her and gestured to the couch across the room. “Have a seat. Can I get you anything?”
“No, thank you.”
He took a spot across from her. “So, what’s up? You mentioned you needed to discuss something about the agency?”
Dylan’s woodsy cologne made it hard to concentrate, as did the navy-blue sweater that molded to his torso tighter than a sports car hugging a race track. Cassia tried to refocus her attention, but it was hard when gazing into his face meant staring at his stubbled jaw and eyes the color of twelve-year old whisky. She could swear she felt perspiration forming above her professionally shaped brows. She blamed her assistant, Tabitha, for this sudden, new awareness of him. Her carefully packaged feelings for Dylan had been neatly tucked away, and now the bow was starting to unravel.
Suddenly, Cassia stood and moved across the room, pretending to be studying the paintings on his wall, but in truth she was just hyper aware of everything from the unhurried pace of his breathing, to the way the dimmed light in the living room enhanced the hue of his eyes.
“We have a new client,” she finally said, scanning the antique world map adorning his wall. “Mrs. Maya La Dova.”
“As in La Dova resorts?”
“One and the same.” Cassia confirmed, with a quick glance over her shoulder.
“So, what does this have to do with me?”
“Well, since your father’s health scare, things have been a bit…uncertain,” she turned to lay eyes on him. “Especially since you’ve always been vocal about not wanting to work here.”
Dylan frowned. “You know why. I’d signed a non-compete clause. Plus, my boss was reluctant to see me go because I was his best investigator. Apparently, I was very good at what I did,” he said with mirth.
Some of the breeze whooshed out of Cassia’s sails. “Oh. I didn’t know that.”
He stared at her with surprise. “I just assumed you knew. Anyway, it’s all straightened out and won’t be an issue.”
Cassia was dumbfounded. “Neither dad, nor Michael ever told me. I always thought you just didn’t want to be here. It was one of the reasons I didn’t think you’d be a good fit.”
Dylan covered the distance between them in five strides.
“Only one?” he replied. “It was never an issue of wanting to, Cassia. Besides, heart attacks have a way of changing people’s minds.”
She nodded. “Point taken.”
Without warning, the air grew taut with tension. Cassia’s breathing was choppier by the second. Dylan leaned in closer. Cassia resisted the urge to back up.
“Why don’t you trust me, Cass?”
Caught off guard by his proximity, sheer height, and unhurried air, Cassia hesitated. He’d never used a nickname for her before.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you…well that’s not entirely true. I’m passionate about my work, and the company. I don’t want anything to jeopardize either one.”
“I’m also committed to making sure we thrive. Our fathers formed this company and devoted every waking moment to its prosperity Now that we’ve taken over for them, I’m just as dedicated to seeing us grow.” He folded her arms across his chest. “It’s easier to do that when we’re both on the same page—are we?”
Cassia walked back to the couch. She sat down and smoothed the non-existent wrinkles out of her skirt. “Why would you doubt it?”
“Because reading people is what I do.” He crossed the room and sat down. His frank gaze pinned her to the spot. “And my instincts tell me two things; that you like not sharing the spotlight. And that my commitment to work has nothing to do with the tension between us.”
When she remained silent, Dylan finally said, “So what did you need?
Happy to discuss about anything besides their personal history, she blurted out, “Will you be my husband?”

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Spicing Things Up – Lisa Watson

Spicing Things Up

There’s a time for playing it safe, but sometimes you need to spice things up!

Cassia Hampton needs a husband to go undercover. People are leaving the La Dova Outer Banks, an exclusive couples-only resort, and filing for divorce. Suspecting corporate espionage, the Queen of Hospitality hires Hampton Reese Investigations to get answers. With all her other operatives on assignment, Cassia reluctantly turns to her business partner, and former flame, Dylan Reese, for help.

Dylan sees posing as Cassia’s love-struck husband as a prelude to rekindle their love. His idyllic romantic getaway has some unexpected pitfalls that could jeopardize their most recent assignment and his relationship with his partner.

Putting business first, Cassia pushes her affections for Dylan to the back seat because she’s not about to risk being distracted at work. While her head concentrates on business, her heart hasn’t forgotten Dylan’s ability to affect her, but denying her feelings for him may be one secret she can’t keep hidden.

Story Notes for Spicing Things Up

Working on the Spice Anthology was a unique combination of fun, hard work, and lots of creativity for me. Each of the authors brought a unique style and their own personality to the project. It was the first time I’ve had the opportunity to be edited by Naleighna Kai She challenged me as an author and ensured that I told the best possible story. I enjoy writing in locations that lend themselves as backdrops for a great romance, and for Spicing Things Up, the Outer Banks in North Carolina does just that.

Lisa Watson is a National Bestselling author that believes that when love speaks…you’d better listen. She’s done just that penning over sixteen novels in the Multicultural, Interracial, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, and Sweet Romance genres. Her latest clean Romantic Suspense, Spicing Things Up for the Spice Anthology, proves that there’s a time for playing it safe, but sometimes you need to spice things up!
www.lisawatson.com

Connect with Lisa on Facebook (NCLisaWatson), Twitter (@LisaYWatson), Goodreads (LisaYWatson), Pinterest (LisaYWatson), Instagram (LisaYWatson), and www.lisawatson.com

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Excerpt – Not That Nice by Michelle D Rayford

Excerpt Not That Nice by Michelle D. Rayford – Spice Anthology

Kelsee braced for his reprimand and anger. Both were as familiar as breathing. She knew how much Alex hated the light shining in his face. She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten to close the blinds.
Everything had to be perfect. Always.
When she couldn’t take the silence a moment longer, she chanced a peek and released a sigh of relief at the sight of the empty pillow beside her. Then she remembered. He wasn’t there. The reason, for the moment, escaped her.
Kelsee snuggled deeper in the sheets and stretched out in the middle of the bed. She tried to relax and reclaim sleep, but her brain was already churning. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d forgotten something.
The phone rang, and she checked the caller ID screen and groaned. She composed herself before answering, “Hello, Mariam.”
Her sister-in-law skipped the usual greeting of ‘As-salamu Alaykum’ and asked, “Are you ready?”
Kelsee’s mind froze. Ready for what?
“I can’t believe I have to do this,” Mariam’s usually strong voice cracked.
Memories flooded in. Today was the funeral.
Two days ago, her husband left to play “golf” at the Chandler Park Course in the Five Points area in Atlanta. Kelsee made him a fruit smoothie. He downed it in silence and left without saying goodbye.
Kelsee went about her regular Saturday chores of cleaning the house, stripping the sheets, mopping and vacuuming. She was washing their dishes when the phone call came. The call that changed everything.
Her mask firmly in place, Kelsee lied, “I can’t believe it either.”
She closed her eyes, listening as Mariam sniffed and repeated the same rambling from yesterday. “Why would Allah take him from me so soon? My baby brother. Why?”
Kelsee didn’t respond. No one in that family listened to her anyway. Instead, she padded to the bathroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror, wincing at the fresh bruise. A final rebuke from her loving husband.
Kelsee ended the call and mentally prepared herself to play the part of the grieving widow. Make-up would camouflage the bruise. Dark shades would hide any other remnants of what had become of their marriage. Or maybe she’d display what he’d done. This was one secret he wouldn’t take to the grave.

They met in the emergency room where she worked. The cop, with the chiseled features and sexy smile, had a habit of trying to coax a reaction from her. She never obliged. Kelsee had convinced herself that she didn’t need the distraction.
What happened next was a blur. Kelsee remembered tending to a gunshot wound patient. She remembered a loud banging sound coming from the admitting area. She remembered the doctor turning toward the hall and screaming. All she could recall was the shape of the gun a teenager pointed at her.

***

Kelsee came to on a cot. For a blissful two seconds, she didn’t know where she was. Her memory returned in waves. The controlled chaos of the emergency room. The smell of sulfur from the gunpowder.
And then a baritone voice said. “I knew I would get you in bed, but I didn’t envision it happening this way.”
Her eyes snapped open. Officer Williams’ dark hooded eyes lasered into her own. Up close, she noticed a scar under his clean-shaven chin and his scent, a heady blend of musk cologne.
“What happened?” Kelsee croaked and swallowed hard. She tried to sit up but couldn’t navigate the mechanics of her body.
He extended his hand. “Some punk tried to finish off your patient. My partner had to put him down.”
Kelsee turned to leave and winced from a jab in her side.
“You may feel that for a while,” he said, “I had to tackle you.”
“I didn’t even get dinner first.” Kelsee blinked in horror. Was she really flirting with the man right now? “I mean, I owe you a thank you.”
“I’m Alex, by the way.” He cleared his throat. “How about we get a coffee or something?” He tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “As you can see I’m a nice guy. You have to say yes this time.”
His touch fought for space in the jumble of thoughts clouding her mind. Kelsee sighed. Maybe she should give Mr. Nice Guy a chance.
And she did. Officer Alex was her real-life hero. Someone had finally arrived on time. Kelsee thought she would never have a reason to be afraid again.
She was wrong.

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Not That Nice – Michelle D Rayford

Not That Nice -A tragic accident took the life of Kelsee’s mother whose dying words were, “Always save yourself first”. She kept that in mind until she met a real-life hero, Officer Alex Williams. Their marriage wasn’t a fairytale but Kelsee holds out hope that a child can save their union. But can the ultimate betrayal cause her to lose everything?

Alex regrets being unable to save his mother from an abusive relationship. He dives into a career that puts him in harm’s way on a daily basis. Then he lays eyes on Kelsee and falls hard. Despite his family’s disapproval, he sets out to make her his own. Can he live up to his “nice guy” persona or give in to the demons in his DNA?

The couple struggles to conceive, and when Kelsee really needs Alex, will he rescue her again or will she learn that he is not that nice?

Story Note: Not That Nice

My writing process starts with a “What if?” question. What if a woman realizes she married the wrong man? The character or idea plays in my head like a movie and I try to capture their actions and emotions on the page. In a way, I reenact the story for that character. Writing this anthology presented a unique challenge for me as this is the first time I wrote a story in third person. It required me to view the story through a different lens. I hope readers enjoy the journey.

Michelle D. Rayford won a literacy contest in the fifth grade and the writing seed was planted. It only took a couple of decades for that seed to bear fruit. Even pursuing a degree in Business Administration, working a government job, getting married and having two daughters, didn’t stop the stories from churning in her head and finally making it into print. She recently released her first novel, Moment of Truth.
www.michelledrayford.com, Facebook: @MichelleDRayford, Twitter: @M_Rayford, Instagram: mdrayfordwrites, Pinterest: micheller231

In the anthology, SPICE readers get a taste of the most anticipated fiction offerings of the year. Readers will enjoy this eclectic blend that will stay with you long after the pages have been turned.
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