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In The Light of Day @HerCountryGirl

 

In The Light of Day 
By K.A. Graham
Genre: Dark Romance, Psychological 




There’s darkness in all of us.

Micah

I’m a nobody. An outcast. A shadow. I never aligned with the jocks and their fake barbie girlfriends, not that I wanted to. Being invisible worked for me until he showed up.

 

He showed me a path I never intended to walk, and I slid into his life easily. Too easily.  Now that the devil has embraced me, I crave the heat of his flames.

 

Quinn

She doesn’t think I see her. She’s wrong. She’s all I see. My dark angel. We’re more alike than she could ever imagine. Soon I will make her mine.

I was always good at playing the part of the jock that everyone worships. In reality, I’m the devil with no remorse. It’s time to free my soul and rid myself of the rodents.

 

 

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K.A. Graham grew up in a small town in Oregon. Through the years, her love for writing and poetry, turned into something she had only dreamt of. Writing her own book. She’s faced many obstacles in her life, but the love and devotion of her parents, have always kept her grounded.

She is an avid reader, blogger and does PA work for a few authors, which keeps her quite busy. Hard rock music lover and horror movie buff, with a love and appreciation for tattoos. Her addictions include copious amounts of caffeine, Chinese food and Haribos candy.

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Finding Love @HerCountryGirl

 

A Shattered Lives Short Story Collection
Releasing: November 26, 2019 
Genres: Holiday/Contemporary Romance 
Cover Designed by: Opium House Creatives

 

 

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Finding that special someone to spend your life with is not a priority for some, yet it happens. It’s magical, all encompassing and the start of something beautiful.

 

With each new journey in life there comes a choice, a tough decision, a path of least resistance. For some, that path is paved with good intentions, love and a sense of respect which matches no others. 

 

For the families in the small town of Burke, Texas… it’s just that, plus so much more.







Excerpt from Promise Kept – Story 1

 

Thirty minutes later, there were a total of five grills going, and a fire pit blazing. Even in the August heat it was a welcome thing. I moved to Lana and wrapped my arms around her. 
“Ready to go for that walk?” I asked, kissing her cheek. 
I saw a few eyes turn our direction and smiled. 
“Yes. Lady, come.” Lana took my hand and pulled me to follow her. 
“It’s not as hot here as I thought it would be, but it’s still hot,” I said, tightening my grip on her hand.
“I’m ready for tomorrow morning, so I can get in the water and stay there all day.” She laughed.
“Only with sunscreen. My God, do you remember the last time we spent all day in the sun without it?” 
“I was a burnt lobster and couldn’t even sit to pee without major pain. Trust me, I brought four bottles of sunscreen, each are waterproof and have an SPF of 95.”
I chuckled. “Good. If you hadn’t, Ma had an entire bag full.”
We walked down the path to the lake. Lana kicked her flip flops off and so did I, leaving them at the edge of the path. No one else was out here, after all. It was quiet, the water moving up against the earth. The small lapping sound that said someone was out on the lake disturbing the gentleness, called to me. 
I let her pull me over to the edge of the water. We both stood there looking out over the lake’s shiny surface, the small rolls of water breaking over our toes. I stepped out a little further, side eyeing her. I tugged her hand up and kissed her knuckles. 
Her cheeks filled with a blush. I moved to face her, wrapping my arms around her, my lips pressing to her forehead. 
“I love you,” I said softly. 
“I love you, too.”

 

 

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I first fell in love with the Shattered Lives series, and all of Barb Shuler’s books, when I read My Own Nightmare. It was the first time I had read a psychological suspense/thriller. I wasn’t sure what to expect, so I just tried to have an open mind. I’m so glad I did because it led to a whole new world of stories for me.  ~ Mindy, Goodreads Reviewer

 

Barb is a Carolina Girl by right and a Texan by birth. By day she’s a desk jockey for a rural transportation company and a book lover –  reading through as many books as she can. At night, though, she turns into her alter ego, a writer. Cape, optional, depending on her mood.
Her stories are a mix of real life events, her own personal experiences, the crazy workings of her imagination, and the imaginations of her best friends. And with their imaginations together, it can get a bit nutty at times. Barb writes in multiple genres, encounters new adventures, creates new worlds and has a fantastic time breathing life into new stories. Creating something she hopes inspires anyone who reads them to fall in love with them as much as she has.
Barb lives by one little rule, tomorrow is never guaranteed so make sure you live each day to its fullest.

 

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SUGAR @HerCountryGirl

 

You’d think that working at a cafe I’d understand the definition of the word sweet, as it turned out, I did not. 

 

At least, not until I got a taste of the man sweeter than the sugar mixed in your afternoon tea.

 

All it took was a wad of cash, a fancy dress, and thirty minutes of passion.
I, Peyton Sanders, am not—and never will be—a whore. I was stupid to agree to date some random dude from the Sugar Daddy app, even with the promise of ludicrous amounts of money.

 

But that dating app changed my life. After meeting my first client, my bitter mornings filled with caffeine and stale treats, were about to become a little sweeter…

 

 

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EXCERPT:
When I reached her door, I took a deep breath before knocking. That’s when I was greeted with the sight of a short blonde with blue eyes and a rather foul expression on her face.
“Sorry, I thought this was—” 
“Peyton’s apartment, yeah, and you’re the asshole who treated her like a slut.”
My eyes widened. I was at a loss for words. I thought correcting her on her use of the term slut versus whore would be poorly taken, so I kept my mouth shut on that point. “T-That wasn’t my intention at all—look, may I speak with her, please?”
The woman moved to slam the door in my face, but to both of our surprise, she was stopped by Peyton herself.
Peyton stepped around her friend and crossed her arms over her chest. The pointed stare she gave me would have made my blood run cold if I hadn’t thought groveling would ease her sour disposition. “I honestly don’t want to talk to you.” 
I nodded, a pained grimace set firmly on my face. “I know, but I needed you to hear me out.”
“You seem to have a bad habit of needing chances to fix things, Jake.” It seemed this would be as difficult as rectifying the first mess.
I sighed and gave up the rehearsed speech I had in my head and went for whatever flowed in the moment. “I’m sorry.”
“Do those words actually mean anything to you? I mean, you’re really good at saying them, but not so great at backing them up.”
That stung. It also wasn’t true. I didn’t apologize to anyone—other than Peyton it appeared. I just wasn’t good at dating relationships. I hadn’t done much of it and certainly not with anyone I’d actually given a shit about. 
I ran my hand through my hair and tried again. “Look, Peyton. I suck at this. The only relationships I’m any good at have dollar signs attached. It’s not because I don’t want to be better; I just don’t have any experience. The feelings I have for you are overwhelming—and clearly, I need to learn how to convey that in a way that computes into care rather than control. I never intended to make you feel like you were anything less than precious.”
Her roommate backed away and out of the door, but Peyton didn’t ask me inside. She did, however, arch her brows and wait for more. Her eyes softened the longer she stared at me, and I knew, if I chose my words carefully, I might get a second—or rather, third—chance.

 

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Sugar @HerCountryGirl

 

 

You’d think that working at a cafe I’d understand the definition of the word sweet, as it turned out, I did not. 

 

At least, not until I got a taste of the man sweeter than the sugar mixed in your afternoon tea.

 

All it took was a wad of cash, a fancy dress, and thirty minutes of passion.
I, Peyton Sanders, am not—and never will be—a whore. I was stupid to agree to date some random dude from the Sugar Daddy app, even with the promise of ludicrous amounts of money.

 

But that dating app changed my life. After meeting my first client, my bitter mornings filled with caffeine and stale treats, were about to become a little sweeter…

 

 

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EXCERPT:
I grinned like the Cheshire cat. My hips still moved as our breaths became more labored. Something stirred inside me, lighting a flame that had never burned. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight I can’t think straight.”
“You’re so thick.” The light in her eyes was animalistic and feral, and then she growled.
I couldn’t say for sure that it was the hitch in my grind or the patch of gravel we’d hit on the road, but whatever the fuck it was, this was the best feeling of my life. It was more than closing a multi-million-dollar deal or the pleasure I got from seeing profits triple in a quarter—Peyton had gotten inside me.
She lifted her hips fast. It was so sudden that it jarred me from my thoughts, and I slipped so deep inside of her that we became one, and the sudden rush of release overwhelmed me. Desperate for oxygen, I panted, allowing the precious air to enter my lungs, and with each gasp, euphoria washed over me. My face flamed with the burn of ecstasy.
“That was—”
“Surreal,” she finished.
I pulled out, and we used the tissues in the built-in dispenser between the seats to clean up. We were in the middle of tugging on our clothes when my pocket buzzed. I checked the text on my phone. My sister, Jessica, was blowing me up with alerts about our departure. I had five minutes left to get on the plane, and I currently still sat in the limo on the tarmac.
I cursed mentally as I buttoned the last few holes on my shirt. We had been at the airport—I didn’t know how long—and I had to sprint out of the vehicle to make my flight. I kissed Peyton’s cheek like she hadn’t just been the best lay of my life and flung open the door.
“Jake?” It was the last thing Peyton said as I dashed toward the waiting plane without so much as a goodbye.
I couldn’t slow down to tell her how amazing she was or how much I wanted to get to know her. I felt like shit leaving like I did, but if I missed this flight not only would my dad have my head but I’d likely be out of a job and my inheritance. Jessica waited at the bottom of the stairs onto the plane, holding our bags as she sent a glare my way, urging me to run faster.
“Hurry the hell up, Jake!” she shouted, and I sped up, making it last minute.
It was times like this that I wondered what the point was in having a private jet if we didn’t get to operate on our own schedule. When we finally got settled next to each other, I noticed the strange way my twin stared at me.
“What?” I asked, and she sneered.
“Why the hell do you smell like sex?”
I blushed, ignoring her question as I quickly turned my head toward the window, watching the ground as the plane began to take off.
My mind didn’t once stray from the young woman I met on the app and had just taken in my limo…
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BEATEN PATHS @HerCountryGirl

 
One stone creates a ripple with the power to change destiny.

One horrific mistake… 
 
After a near-fatal accident, Sarah Adams was left hospitalized and faced months of grueling surgery and rehab—alone.
 
One chance encounter… 
 
Charlie Burin walked in when the rest of the world walked out. He refused to let her quit, vowing to hold her up until she could stand on her own.
 
One unexpected twist…
 
When a new obstacle arises, can two people who have been through hell keep fighting for love when the odds are stacked against them?
 
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Bestselling author, Stephie Walls is a lover of words–the more poetic the better. She lives on the outskirts of Greenville, South Carolina in her own veritable zoo with two dogs, three cats, and Magoo (in no preferential order). She would thrive on coffee, books, and Charlie Hunnam if it were possible, but since it’s not, add in some Chinese food or sushi and she’s one happy girl.
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Who Are You Calling A Widow @HerCountryGirl

 

In 2010, Andrea’s husband, Sergeant Edward Bolen, died in combat in Afghanistan when she was just twenty-five years old. From the moment the two soldiers arrived at her doorstep with the devastating news, to the struggles of the following months and years, she shares frankly about the raw pain of losing not only her husband but herself. She learned the hard way that if given the chance, grief takes and takes until you become little more than the labels cast upon you. She wasn’t Andrea anymore. She was the Widow.  

 

Her story is more than a tale of the emotional imprisonment of grief and the devastating price of lost innocence. It is a testament to rebuilding a broken life, and a message of hope for those who are as lost as she once was. She found healing, acceptance, and love, and discovered her own enduring well of strength.  

 

 

 

I became a military widow at the age of twenty-five. Several years later, I began journaling as a form of therapy. While I uncovered truths about myself, I simultaneously discovered a story with the power to help others. Rather than reframe the work into a typical, self-help format, I focused on creating an intensely personal narrative. 
It took me 6 years to write my story. “Who Are You Calling a Widow?” targets not only the military community, but anyone drawn to the widow’s perspective, whether or not they have suffered a loss. I hope to light a candle of hope for those who need it, and offer necessary advice to those uncertain of how to engage someone in the midst of grief.  




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SUGAR @HerCountryGirl

 
 
 
You’d think that working at a cafe I’d understand the definition of the word sweet, as it turned out, I did not. 

 

At least, not until I got a taste of the man sweeter than the sugar mixed in your afternoon tea.

 

All it took was a wad of cash, a fancy dress, and thirty minutes of passion.
I, Peyton Sanders, am not—and never will be—a whore. I was stupid to agree to date some random dude from the Sugar Daddy app, even with the promise of ludicrous amounts of money.

 

But that dating app changed my life. After meeting my first client, my bitter mornings filled with caffeine and stale treats, were about to become a little sweeter…

 

 

 

EXCERPT:
I grinned like the Cheshire cat. My hips still moved as our breaths became more labored. Something stirred inside me, lighting a flame that had never burned. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight I can’t think straight.”
“You’re so thick.” The light in her eyes was animalistic and feral, and then she growled.
I couldn’t say for sure that it was the hitch in my grind or the patch of gravel we’d hit on the road, but whatever the fuck it was, this was the best feeling of my life. It was more than closing a multi-million-dollar deal or the pleasure I got from seeing profits triple in a quarter—Peyton had gotten inside me.
She lifted her hips fast. It was so sudden that it jarred me from my thoughts, and I slipped so deep inside of her that we became one, and the sudden rush of release overwhelmed me. Desperate for oxygen, I panted, allowing the precious air to enter my lungs, and with each gasp, euphoria washed over me. My face flamed with the burn of ecstasy.
“That was—”
“Surreal,” she finished.
I pulled out, and we used the tissues in the built-in dispenser between the seats to clean up. We were in the middle of tugging on our clothes when my pocket buzzed. I checked the text on my phone. My sister, Jessica, was blowing me up with alerts about our departure. I had five minutes left to get on the plane, and I currently still sat in the limo on the tarmac.
I cursed mentally as I buttoned the last few holes on my shirt. We had been at the airport—I didn’t know how long—and I had to sprint out of the vehicle to make my flight. I kissed Peyton’s cheek like she hadn’t just been the best lay of my life and flung open the door.
“Jake?” It was the last thing Peyton said as I dashed toward the waiting plane without so much as a goodbye.
I couldn’t slow down to tell her how amazing she was or how much I wanted to get to know her. I felt like shit leaving like I did, but if I missed this flight not only would my dad have my head but I’d likely be out of a job and my inheritance. Jessica waited at the bottom of the stairs onto the plane, holding our bags as she sent a glare my way, urging me to run faster.
“Hurry the hell up, Jake!” she shouted, and I sped up, making it last minute.
It was times like this that I wondered what the point was in having a private jet if we didn’t get to operate on our own schedule. When we finally got settled next to each other, I noticed the strange way my twin stared at me.
“What?” I asked, and she sneered.
“Why the hell do you smell like sex?”
I blushed, ignoring her question as I quickly turned my head toward the window, watching the ground as the plane began to take off.
My mind didn’t once stray from the young woman I met on the app and had just taken in my limo…

 

About Mila Hart:
 
It all started with two whores… MILA HART writes cheeky, erotic quickies. We have a whole year of amazingly sexy stories coming your way. STAY TUNED…




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Mila Hart @HerCountryGirl

 

You’d think that working at a cafe I’d understand the definition of the word sweet, as it turned out, I did not. 

 

At least, not until I got a taste of the man sweeter than the sugar mixed in your afternoon tea.

 

All it took was a wad of cash, a fancy dress, and thirty minutes of passion.
I, Peyton Sanders, am not—and never will be—a whore. I was stupid to agree to date some random dude from the Sugar Daddy app, even with the promise of ludicrous amounts of money.

 

But that dating app changed my life. After meeting my first client, my bitter mornings filled with caffeine and stale treats, were about to become a little sweeter…

 

 

 

About the Authors:
 
It all started with two whores… MILA HART writes cheeky, erotic quickies. We have a whole year of amazingly sexy stories coming your way.
 
STAY TUNED…

 

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Book 2 of Like A Hurricane Duet @HerCountryGirl



 
Saved By Him
Like A Hurricane Duet, Book 2
by Kristie Leigh


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I’m always running, hiding to avoid the reality that has become my life. Hunter didn’t deserve the destruction I left in my wake—I just hope it’s repairable.


Because I need him.


I need him to love me like he used to, to make me whole again. To remind me that my reality doesn’t have to be like this.


Most importantly…I need him to save me.









Excerpt:


I laughed as he carried me back to our bed and tossed me onto the middle. He climbed onto the mattress and hovered over me.
Smirking, he brushed the hair out of my face. “My little hurricane.”
“Hurricane? Do I destroy you?” I knew I looked all kinds of confused.
He shook his head. “No, but you have the ability to. My feelings for you are so powerful it’s scary but thrilling and intense all the same. You have the potential to completely destroy me, but I’m willing to battle any storm as long as it’s with you.”


 
Wrecked By Her – US : UK : CA : AU 
Saved By Him – US : UK : CA : AU

 

I’m a feisty redheaded Canadian/American who fell in love with romance novels when my friend Phil bought me a Kindle and it hasn’t left my side since.


My fave books to read are anything taboo and super sick and twisted, I’m not sure I will ever write anything dark but I would love to give it a shot one day.


I live in South Florida with my high school sweetheart and 3 kids.


I grew up in Burlington, ON, Canada but made the move to South Florida in 2013 and definitely don’t miss the snow.


I’m not sure where this writing journey will take me but either way I know it will be a fun new adventure and I’m super excited about it.


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Saved by Him @HerCountryGirl

 



 Saved By Him

Like A Hurricane Duet, Book 2
by Kristie Leigh

 

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I’m always running, hiding to avoid the reality that has become my life. Hunter didn’t deserve the destruction I left in my wake—I just hope it’s repairable.

 

Because I need him.

 I need him to love me like he used to, to make me whole again. To remind me that my reality doesn’t have to be like this.

 Most importantly…I need him to save me.

 
 

 



Excerpt:

 

I honestly kept thinking this wasn’t real, I’d had this dream so many times that I couldn’t believe it was finally coming true.
I leaned over and kissed her.
“This is really happening?” I didn’t mean to say that aloud.
She nodded with a huge grin on her face. “It better be. I think we’ve waited long enough, don’t you?” 
I laughed, grabbed her off the couch, and then set her on my lap. “You’re tellin’ me. I’m dying right now.” 
She looked down and giggled. “I can see that. Maybe I can help you.” She reached down, but I caught her by the wrist.
“Not yet, I’m going to take my time with you, and I’m pretty sure the second you touch me, I’ll explode.” 
She put her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh.

 

 

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Don’t forget book 1, Wrecked By Her
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I’m a feisty redheaded Canadian/American who fell in love with romance novels when my friend Phil bought me a Kindle and it hasn’t left my side since.

 

My fave books to read are anything taboo and super sick and twisted, I’m not sure I will ever write anything dark but I would love to give it a shot one day.

 

I live in South Florida with my high school sweetheart and 3 kids.

 

I grew up in Burlington, ON, Canada but made the move to South Florida in 2013 and definitely don’t miss the snow.

 

I’m not sure where this writing journey will take me but either way I know it will be a fun new adventure and I’m super excited about it.

 

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