Wednesday, 20 September 2017

NEW RELEASE


Degrees of Darkness blurb 


Pre-teen girls are being abducted from their homes and their families murdered.  When Frank Rogers, once a DI with the Met and now running his own debt collection agency, is told that his own daughter is missing, his son murdered, he naturally wants to become involved with the case. 


Soon Frank’s face is all over the news. In an unexpected turn of events, the killer contacts the police and says he is willing to talk, but only to Frank. 


When the body of the first abducted girl is discovered, Frank realises it is a race against time to save his daughter. 


In order to solve the case, Frank must work out how the killer is picking his victims. 


But how do you catch a murderer who is hiding in plain sight? And can Frank solve the mystery, when he has so much to lose?


 


Author Bio:


On 1st February 2017, Tony signed to Bloodhound Books, who published his edgy crime thriller Bad to the Bone in spring. It is the first in a series.


Later this year, Tony's second novel for Bloodhound Books, Degrees of Darkness, featuring ex-detective Frank Rogers, will be published.


Tony has been writing stories since childhood, but it was only when he won a short story competition judged by an editor from Pan Books, that he realised he might actually be half decent at this writing business.


The story, Gino's Bar and Grille, went on to be published in Dark Voices 2, part of the celebrated Pan Book of Horror series. Three further short story sales followed: Book End, published in Dark Voices 4, Character Role, in FEAR magazine, and finally A Grim Story, which featured in A Rattler's Tale.


During a book singing for Dark Voices 2, Tony was seated next to author Brian Lumley. At one point, Tony revealed to Brian that he felt out of place alongside all the proper writers. Brian then told Tony something he has never forgotten: "The moment you sat down and pulled a story out of your imagination and put it to paper, you became a proper writer."


Subsequently, Tony began to focus on novel writing. He admits that his initial attempts were exploratory and somewhat derivative, although there was some interest from an agent – who oddly enough turned out to be Brian Lumley's wife, Dorothy.


Tony wrote Degrees of Darkness, which he was happy with. He wasn't so happy with a follow-up, so that never saw the light of day. 


As a part-time writer with a full-time job, plus some ill-health, life got in the way and, although Tony continued writing, it took a back seat to making a living.


This year, however, Tony has been inspired by new ideas, and has been working hard on two new books, both of which should be completed in 2017.


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MY REVIEW

I've only read one previous book written by the combination of these two authors so when I saw they were writing again I was very excited. 


Two clubs -Cutters and Liliths Army MC. A recent peace treaty is at risk when when Avery the Cutters princess is taken by a member of Liliths Army. I absolutely loved Frost & Avery. 


If your looking for a raw and gritty MC story that is really well written then I highly recommend you read this. Hope we don't have to wait too long for book two.


I just want to add that a few years ago I read a lot of MC books. Maybe I was just burnt out with this genre but I found myself thinking some of the ones I was reading were too similar for my liking. Of course I had faith I these authors and I'm so glad I did. I'll have to look out for some more MC reads. 

I had a message last night from a reader. She wanted to know what MC meant. She saw this book on social media and was intrigued. My reply- buy it and read it now. You won't be disappointed. 


Scandalous, the highly anticipated next standalone in the Sinners of Saint Series by LJ Shen is coming September 29th!



They call him The Mute for a reason.

Hard, cold and calculated, he rarely speaks.

When he does, it’s with disdain.

When he does, his words aren’t meant for me.

When he does, my stomach flips and my world tilts on its axis.

He is thirty-three.

I am eighteen.

He’s a single dad and my father’s business partner.

I’m just a kid to him and his enemy’s daughter.

He’s emotionally unavailable.

And I am…feeling. Feeling things I shouldn’t feel for him.

Trent Rexroth is going to break my heart. The writing isn’t just on the wall, it’s inked on my soul.

And yet, I can’t stay away.

A scandal is the last thing my family needs. But a scandal is what we’re going to give them.

And oh, what a beautiful chaos it will be.


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MY REVIEW

Yikes what a story. Firstly I've not heard of this author before so I'm super excited to find another fab author I can stalk I mean follow lol


From start to finish I felt I was reading this in the edge of my seat while holding my breath. It really is that kinda read. My heart broke for Frank and I admired how brave he was. I found this story had a wide range of characters, some I love others I hated.


If your looking for a gripping read then I really do recommend this read. I found this to be a compelling yet gruesome read. Great praise to this author. I'm looking forward to reading more from him. 


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Two sleeping bags had been zipped together to create one invitingly snug bed. Once she’d removed her boots and socks, and pulled off her slacks, she slipped between the mounded layers. She hadn’t removed the purple sweater that barely covered her bottom, nor the lacy panties that peaked out. The sight of her long legs and rounded arse stole the air from his lungs. An erection surged hard and solid beneath the cloth of his jeans. He’d tried to be honorable, to wait, to decide when he should seek her father’s permission to court his daughter. The fight over honor and propriety had reached its limit. The woman he wanted above all others lay before him, her long hair spread over the pillows in silken waves, asking him to join her. It was time to enter the modern world. 

* * *
Angel held her breath, then released it slowly. “Aren’t you going to join me?” This was the last chance she’d give him. Now or never, the choice was his. If he turned away, she would never speak to him again unless absolutely necessary. 
He turned to the side and pulled off his boots, jacket, and jeans. His shirt went to the pile as well until the long-muscled mass of him stood naked before her. An impressive shaft lifted in expectation and made her mouth water. He kept his dirk, however, and placed it near his pillow when he slid in beside her. 
The air had cooled by at least 20 degrees since the sunset, but their snug cocoon wrapped them in delightful warmth. Radiant waves of heat wafted off his solid chest. He reached one arm out of the sleeping bag and placed a hand on her hip. She wanted to snuggle tightly against his body, but waited for him to make the next move.
She didn’t wait long. His hand moved over her until his fingers threaded through her hair. “Your hair always smells of wildflowers.” He kissed her hair, her temple, and then latched onto her lips. No hesitancy remained. His hand pushed down the covering and pushed her sweater up and over her head. Shaking fingers fiddled with the clasp on her bra until finally, it too fell away from her body. 
He pulled back and studied her, his eyes hot with desire. “You are magnificent. I’ve tried to wait, to be the hon…” 
She pressed her fingers to his lips. “Do not. If you say that word tonight, I’m going to leave you in this wilderness and never speak to you again. Maybe you’d make that bear a fine breakfast.” She couldn’t suppress the bite that tinged her humorous remark. 
A bark of laughter rolled through him and off his lips. Sensibly, he did not continue that statement. Instead, he pressed into her, all heat and need and urgent hands and mouth. “Ahh, my Angel, my beautiful lass. You are a miracle of delights.”

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Two sleeping bags had been zipped together to create one invitingly snug bed. Once she’d removed her boots and socks, and pulled off her slacks, she slipped between the mounded layers. She hadn’t removed the purple sweater that barely covered her bottom, nor the lacy panties that peaked out. The sight of her long legs and rounded arse stole the air from his lungs. An erection surged hard and solid beneath the cloth of his jeans. He’d tried to be honorable, to wait, to decide when he should seek her father’s permission to court his daughter. The fight over honor and propriety had reached its limit. The woman he wanted above all others lay before him, her long hair spread over the pillows in silken waves, asking him to join her. It was time to enter the modern world. 

* * *
Angel held her breath, then released it slowly. “Aren’t you going to join me?” This was the last chance she’d give him. Now or never, the choice was his. If he turned away, she would never speak to him again unless absolutely necessary. 
He turned to the side and pulled off his boots, jacket, and jeans. His shirt went to the pile as well until the long-muscled mass of him stood naked before her. An impressive shaft lifted in expectation and made her mouth water. He kept his dirk, however, and placed it near his pillow when he slid in beside her. 
The air had cooled by at least 20 degrees since the sunset, but their snug cocoon wrapped them in delightful warmth. Radiant waves of heat wafted off his solid chest. He reached one arm out of the sleeping bag and placed a hand on her hip. She wanted to snuggle tightly against his body, but waited for him to make the next move.
She didn’t wait long. His hand moved over her until his fingers threaded through her hair. “Your hair always smells of wildflowers.” He kissed her hair, her temple, and then latched onto her lips. No hesitancy remained. His hand pushed down the covering and pushed her sweater up and over her head. Shaking fingers fiddled with the clasp on her bra until finally, it too fell away from her body. 
He pulled back and studied her, his eyes hot with desire. “You are magnificent. I’ve tried to wait, to be the hon…” 
She pressed her fingers to his lips. “Do not. If you say that word tonight, I’m going to leave you in this wilderness and never speak to you again. Maybe you’d make that bear a fine breakfast.” She couldn’t suppress the bite that tinged her humorous remark. 
A bark of laughter rolled through him and off his lips. Sensibly, he did not continue that statement. Instead, he pressed into her, all heat and need and urgent hands and mouth. “Ahh, my Angel, my beautiful lass. You are a miracle of delights.”

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Genre: Romance Anthology/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 19, 2017
 
 
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Welcome to the time where memories are made and hearts get broken.
Brock Atwood is stuck. At school, he’s in his brother’s shadow; at home, he is second to the new baby. Moving from JV as a starter, he finds himself either being second string or learning a new position on Varsity.
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No one thinks twice when Tatum Bland’s name pops up on the roster as the new place kicker.
Everyone is shocked when Tatum shows up at the first practice and she’s a girl.
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“You,” she said on a breath.
    “Me.” His enticing blue eyes traveled up and down the length of her, one eyebrow raised in frank admiration. “You obviously didn’t do your homework.”
    Outrage surged through her system. “Why didn’t you tell me who you were yesterday? Why did you let me embarrass myself like that?”
    The smirk disappeared, to be replaced by a mild expression of boredom. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. I always try to size up the competition.”
    Doyle walked toward her, his large hand extended. The light in his eyes now hinted not so much at merriment as it did danger. She caught a whiff of her favorite men’s cologne by Michael Kors. She’d bought it for an old boyfriend once, but it smelled way better on Liam, as if it were an extension of his persona.
    His entire ensemble, designer suit, pressed pants, and navy blue paisley tie, reeked of power and privilege that drew her like a moth to a flame. Damn, she’d always been a sucker for a man in a good suit. Get a hold of yourself, Kate. He’s hot, but so is the Devil.
    He kept his hand out. “Please allow me to introduce myself properly. I’m Liam Doyle.” His gaze drifted toward her neckline and back up again. “I think you’ve heard of me.”
    Wishing she didn’t have to, she took his hand. Electricity shot through her and that damned perspiration appeared on her upper lip again. His grip was that of a man who took what he wanted, when he wanted.
    She held her head high. “Kate Callender.”
    He held her hand for a moment, his gaze locked on hers. He then gestured toward the counter, where a teak tray was laden with biscuits and what smelled like expensive coffee. No Folgers crystals for this guy. “Coffee?”
    “No, thank you.”
    “Tea?”
    “No.”
    “So we’re done with the niceties, then?”
    “I didn’t come here for niceties.”
    “Then you’ve come to the right place.” Liam sat on one of the couches, motioning for her to do the same. She continued to stand. Something in his wolf-like gaze hardened even further. “Ms. Callender, why are you picketing my casino?”
    His direct question set her even more on edge. She cleared her throat. “I have a right to protest what I see as wrong.”
    His grim smile might have made a grown man sweat, but she didn’t look away. “Let me put this another way. Las Vegas is home to numerous casinos. Why mine?”
    “If I’m trying to make a point, it only stands to reason I’d pick the most popular casino. I suppose I should congratulate you. Only open for two days, and Vice is already a hit. You must be so proud.”
    “Yes. Despite having my grand opening spoiled.”
    “Oh.” She inclined her head in mock sympathy. “I’m so not sorry.”
    He peered at her, narrowing his eyes. “Are you a Bible-thumper?”
    “No.”
    “Campaigning politician?
    Despite her unease, she laughed. “Do I look like Hilary Clinton?”
    He looked her up and down, as if her vocation were scrawled somewhere on her and he simply needed to find it. “Aspiring actress? This is probably a publicity stunt to get you viral on YouTube? Trying to get an audition here as a showgirl? Sorry, I don’t use them. The whole concept is dated and demeaning to my female clientele.”
    Okay, he got some points for that statement. “I’m not a dancer. I’m a singer.”
    It was his turn to laugh. Despite the bitter tone, his deep timber called to her. “Same difference.” He stood. “I’m not auditioning you, Ms. Callender, as fun as it would be to get you on the casting couch.” And there he lost those points again. “Have a nice day.”
    “Wait! I’m not trying to get an audition. You need to listen to me.” In a nervous reaction, she fingered the pearl choker at her neck, the one thing she had left of her mother. The one thing her father hadn’t pawned.
    Doyle turned back to her, one brow raised. “No, I don’t.” He eyed how she gripped her choker. “So you can take your fake pearl necklace and your sneakers and your attitude and go home.”
    Her attitude? “No. You let me up here. I’m not leaving until you hear me out.” She let go of the choker and let her hands fall to her sides. “And my pearls aren’t fake.”
    “Why are you here, Ms. Callender? Did you lose money at one of my casinos on your last night out with the girls?”
    She didn’t want to dignify that with a response, but a smug statement like that couldn’t go unchallenged. “I’m not a gambler.”
    He leaned against the armrest of the cushy couch and surveyed her through hooded eyes. “Ah, and now we come to the crux of the matter. So, you’re a do-gooder. Let me guess. Gam-Anon?”
    “New Horizons.”
    “Never heard of them.”
    “That doesn’t mean we don’t exist. And unfortunately, there are lots of us. Far too many. What does that tell you, Mr. Doyle?”
    Liam’s lips twitched into a smile that appeared slightly more friendly than his poker face, as if he enjoyed their banter. He loosened his tie, but his focused gaze continued to grate on her nerves. She stared at the strip of indigo silk at his throat, and was struck by a bizarre and unbidden image.
Her, on his bed. Her hands bound with his expensive tie.
    The strange pounding in her head must have been her racing heart. Where did that come from? Focus, Kate, focus.
    “I’m not just here because it’s something I believe in. I’m here because my group gets bigger every goddamn week,” she said, concentrating on the task at hand, rather than Liam Doyle’s bed. Lisa’s sad face appeared in her mind, as well as those of her children, the ones who’d spent the last two nights crying for their daddy. Kate blinked away the tears which threatened and aimed her burning gaze at Doyle. “I don’t respect your work, Mr. Doyle. And I don’t respect you.”
    From the furrow of his brow, Kate thought she’d struck a nerve. His tanned skin seemed paler. After a moment, he said, “So you’re trying to take down my casino with a one-woman picket line? No offense, but I’ve seen better protests at a garage sale.”
    “I’m trying to create awareness.” Kate stood, having already had enough of their uncomfortable conversation. “I’m not a fool. My intention is not to shut down Las Vegas, or your casino. That’ll never happen. But if I can make a small dent in the wallet of the Strip’s wealthiest hustler during his opening week, then maybe people will take notice. Have you never thought about the addictions riding your customers? Have you ever spent time chatting with the compulsive gamblers downstairs? Because I bet you’d hear a lot of stories. And believe me, the worst ones are the ones they don’t tell.” She paused for breath. “My friend’s husband is probably down there right now, feeding your slot machines instead of his kids.”
    “Hold on. Don’t pin that on me.”
    “Oh? Who do I pin it on?”
    “Look, if you want a donation, I already make plenty. Believe me, I make regular donations to people like Gam-Anon. You know, legitimate charities.”
    “I’m not here for money, but clearly you are.” The words spilled out of her, kick-started by adrenaline. “You’re a wealthy man. Did you have to open casinos? Were they such a passion for you? Couldn’t you have opened, I don’t know, a supermarket chain instead? Or was that not sexy enough for the great Liam Doyle?”
    His lips compressed. Had her comment hit home? Good.
    “You have no right…”
    “I have every right.” Her face was burning now. “If I can save even a few lost souls from places like this, then I’ll sleep a whole lot easier.”
    She had to get out before she started crying. She wanted to leave with her head held high. Leave him thinking. She turned and headed for the elevator, but he grabbed her hand before she could get away.
    “Wait.”
    Kate yanked her hand out of his grip. “How do you even sleep, Mr. Doyle?”
    His eyes bored into her. “Like a rock. But that crown of thorns must keep you up at night.”
    She tried to appear like she was still in control, but that had hurt. “You just keep telling yourself that.”
    Kate marched to the elevator and punched the button. As the door opened, she threw a look back at him.
    “By the way, I will be back. I’ll show you how many lives have been devastated by your casinos.” She walked into the lift, even though she felt like running. She didn’t look back.
    Liam called out to her. “Watch your step, Ms. Callender. I don’t forgive and forget.”
    She channeled her last ounce of bravado before the doors shut. “You really should see someone for that. I hear being an asshole can be terminal.”
    Once the elevator began its descent, Kate leaned against the back of the small space and closed her eyes, winded by her hostile exchange with Doyle. She didn’t open them again until the door opened.

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“You,” she said on a breath.
    “Me.” His enticing blue eyes traveled up and down the length of her, one eyebrow raised in frank admiration. “You obviously didn’t do your homework.”
    Outrage surged through her system. “Why didn’t you tell me who you were yesterday? Why did you let me embarrass myself like that?”
    The smirk disappeared, to be replaced by a mild expression of boredom. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. I always try to size up the competition.”
    Doyle walked toward her, his large hand extended. The light in his eyes now hinted not so much at merriment as it did danger. She caught a whiff of her favorite men’s cologne by Michael Kors. She’d bought it for an old boyfriend once, but it smelled way better on Liam, as if it were an extension of his persona.
    His entire ensemble, designer suit, pressed pants, and navy blue paisley tie, reeked of power and privilege that drew her like a moth to a flame. Damn, she’d always been a sucker for a man in a good suit. Get a hold of yourself, Kate. He’s hot, but so is the Devil.
    He kept his hand out. “Please allow me to introduce myself properly. I’m Liam Doyle.” His gaze drifted toward her neckline and back up again. “I think you’ve heard of me.”
    Wishing she didn’t have to, she took his hand. Electricity shot through her and that damned perspiration appeared on her upper lip again. His grip was that of a man who took what he wanted, when he wanted.
    She held her head high. “Kate Callender.”
    He held her hand for a moment, his gaze locked on hers. He then gestured toward the counter, where a teak tray was laden with biscuits and what smelled like expensive coffee. No Folgers crystals for this guy. “Coffee?”
    “No, thank you.”
    “Tea?”
    “No.”
    “So we’re done with the niceties, then?”
    “I didn’t come here for niceties.”
    “Then you’ve come to the right place.” Liam sat on one of the couches, motioning for her to do the same. She continued to stand. Something in his wolf-like gaze hardened even further. “Ms. Callender, why are you picketing my casino?”
    His direct question set her even more on edge. She cleared her throat. “I have a right to protest what I see as wrong.”
    His grim smile might have made a grown man sweat, but she didn’t look away. “Let me put this another way. Las Vegas is home to numerous casinos. Why mine?”
    “If I’m trying to make a point, it only stands to reason I’d pick the most popular casino. I suppose I should congratulate you. Only open for two days, and Vice is already a hit. You must be so proud.”
    “Yes. Despite having my grand opening spoiled.”
    “Oh.” She inclined her head in mock sympathy. “I’m so not sorry.”
    He peered at her, narrowing his eyes. “Are you a Bible-thumper?”
    “No.”
    “Campaigning politician?
    Despite her unease, she laughed. “Do I look like Hilary Clinton?”
    He looked her up and down, as if her vocation were scrawled somewhere on her and he simply needed to find it. “Aspiring actress? This is probably a publicity stunt to get you viral on YouTube? Trying to get an audition here as a showgirl? Sorry, I don’t use them. The whole concept is dated and demeaning to my female clientele.”
    Okay, he got some points for that statement. “I’m not a dancer. I’m a singer.”
    It was his turn to laugh. Despite the bitter tone, his deep timber called to her. “Same difference.” He stood. “I’m not auditioning you, Ms. Callender, as fun as it would be to get you on the casting couch.” And there he lost those points again. “Have a nice day.”
    “Wait! I’m not trying to get an audition. You need to listen to me.” In a nervous reaction, she fingered the pearl choker at her neck, the one thing she had left of her mother. The one thing her father hadn’t pawned.
    Doyle turned back to her, one brow raised. “No, I don’t.” He eyed how she gripped her choker. “So you can take your fake pearl necklace and your sneakers and your attitude and go home.”
    Her attitude? “No. You let me up here. I’m not leaving until you hear me out.” She let go of the choker and let her hands fall to her sides. “And my pearls aren’t fake.”
    “Why are you here, Ms. Callender? Did you lose money at one of my casinos on your last night out with the girls?”
    She didn’t want to dignify that with a response, but a smug statement like that couldn’t go unchallenged. “I’m not a gambler.”
    He leaned against the armrest of the cushy couch and surveyed her through hooded eyes. “Ah, and now we come to the crux of the matter. So, you’re a do-gooder. Let me guess. Gam-Anon?”
    “New Horizons.”
    “Never heard of them.”
    “That doesn’t mean we don’t exist. And unfortunately, there are lots of us. Far too many. What does that tell you, Mr. Doyle?”
    Liam’s lips twitched into a smile that appeared slightly more friendly than his poker face, as if he enjoyed their banter. He loosened his tie, but his focused gaze continued to grate on her nerves. She stared at the strip of indigo silk at his throat, and was struck by a bizarre and unbidden image.
Her, on his bed. Her hands bound with his expensive tie.
    The strange pounding in her head must have been her racing heart. Where did that come from? Focus, Kate, focus.
    “I’m not just here because it’s something I believe in. I’m here because my group gets bigger every goddamn week,” she said, concentrating on the task at hand, rather than Liam Doyle’s bed. Lisa’s sad face appeared in her mind, as well as those of her children, the ones who’d spent the last two nights crying for their daddy. Kate blinked away the tears which threatened and aimed her burning gaze at Doyle. “I don’t respect your work, Mr. Doyle. And I don’t respect you.”
    From the furrow of his brow, Kate thought she’d struck a nerve. His tanned skin seemed paler. After a moment, he said, “So you’re trying to take down my casino with a one-woman picket line? No offense, but I’ve seen better protests at a garage sale.”
    “I’m trying to create awareness.” Kate stood, having already had enough of their uncomfortable conversation. “I’m not a fool. My intention is not to shut down Las Vegas, or your casino. That’ll never happen. But if I can make a small dent in the wallet of the Strip’s wealthiest hustler during his opening week, then maybe people will take notice. Have you never thought about the addictions riding your customers? Have you ever spent time chatting with the compulsive gamblers downstairs? Because I bet you’d hear a lot of stories. And believe me, the worst ones are the ones they don’t tell.” She paused for breath. “My friend’s husband is probably down there right now, feeding your slot machines instead of his kids.”
    “Hold on. Don’t pin that on me.”
    “Oh? Who do I pin it on?”
    “Look, if you want a donation, I already make plenty. Believe me, I make regular donations to people like Gam-Anon. You know, legitimate charities.”
    “I’m not here for money, but clearly you are.” The words spilled out of her, kick-started by adrenaline. “You’re a wealthy man. Did you have to open casinos? Were they such a passion for you? Couldn’t you have opened, I don’t know, a supermarket chain instead? Or was that not sexy enough for the great Liam Doyle?”
    His lips compressed. Had her comment hit home? Good.
    “You have no right…”
    “I have every right.” Her face was burning now. “If I can save even a few lost souls from places like this, then I’ll sleep a whole lot easier.”
    She had to get out before she started crying. She wanted to leave with her head held high. Leave him thinking. She turned and headed for the elevator, but he grabbed her hand before she could get away.
    “Wait.”
    Kate yanked her hand out of his grip. “How do you even sleep, Mr. Doyle?”
    His eyes bored into her. “Like a rock. But that crown of thorns must keep you up at night.”
    She tried to appear like she was still in control, but that had hurt. “You just keep telling yourself that.”
    Kate marched to the elevator and punched the button. As the door opened, she threw a look back at him.
    “By the way, I will be back. I’ll show you how many lives have been devastated by your casinos.” She walked into the lift, even though she felt like running. She didn’t look back.
    Liam called out to her. “Watch your step, Ms. Callender. I don’t forgive and forget.”
    She channeled her last ounce of bravado before the doors shut. “You really should see someone for that. I hear being an asshole can be terminal.”
    Once the elevator began its descent, Kate leaned against the back of the small space and closed her eyes, winded by her hostile exchange with Doyle. She didn’t open them again until the door opened.

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Fake romantic relationships have always been a thread woven into the fabric of Hollywood. In the old days, studios played the matchmaking game simply to promote their movies. Today the game remains the same, only now the stakes are higher and the players ever changing.
 
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Christy Pastore lives in the Midwest with her husband, two lovable dogs and their crazy cool cat. She has a Bachelor’s Degree in Textiles, Apparel and Merchandising and Marketing. Writing has always been a part of her life. Her first writing gig was for a celebrity entertainment website. Later she went on to create her own blogazine and media company combining her love of writing with fashion and marketing.
 
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