New Release and Giveaway-Into the Mystic: Volume Three

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Title:  Into the Mystic, Volume Three

Author: Ava Kelly, Bru Baker, Lis Valentine, Michelle Frost, L.J. Hamlin, K. Parr, Artemis Savory, M. Hollis, Ziggy Schutz

Publisher:  NineStar Press

Release Date: May 7, 2018

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: Female/Female

Length: 55800

Genre: Paranormal Romance, LGBT, shifters, fantasy, mythology, magic, steampunk, vampires, disabilities, demons, bisexual, curses, ghosts, lesbian, paranormal, romance

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Nine lesbian/bisexual paranormal short stories…

It Started Before Noon – All stories must begin somewhere.

Heart’s Thaw – A frozen heart is no match for ignited passions.

Fire and Brine – Of all the bars in all the world, Alice had to wander into Cassandra’s. Are either of them ready for what comes next?

Dance with Me – Can a werewolf and a vampire put aside their differences to catch a thief in the Windy City?

My Cup of O Pos – Not every visit to the ER has to be stressful.

Home – A stray, an alpha, and a question: Where does she belong?

Swoon – Falling in love is tough when you’re a cursed pirate.

The Hunt – A first bite is never easy for a teenage vampire.

By Candlelight – A girl and her ghost await a funeral

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It Started before Noon by Ava Kelly
Talida’s job as a muse is to tend to storypuffs, which she sells to storytellers when they need a spark of inspiration. One day, a gray-clad scientist named Ingrid comes into Talida’s store, trying to buy inspiration. However, scientists are boring and always adhering to strict rules, so Ingrid wouldn’t have any use for it, would she?

Heart’s Thaw by Bru Baker
As the daughter of the Duke Keering, Lady Helena Alexandra Gertrude Heart is well versed in propriety. Her purity has never been called into question, and many go so far as to call her frigid.

When a scorned incubus bespells her, Lady Heart must find a way to unlock her inner passions—and her true feelings for her trusted companion, Calliope—or risk an icy death at the hands of the creature’s curse.

Fire and Brine by Lis Valentine
Cassandra’s night was full of bar fights and angry truckers, and it’s about to get much longer as a strange woman appears claiming to be a plumber sent by a friend. Things heat up quickly and the pipes are forgotten as two women who know what they want come together. But Cassandra and Alice each have secrets of their own.

Dance with Me by Michelle Frost
Dominique Silver, Werewolf PI, isn’t in the business of catering to rich vampires even if they are gorgeous. When vampire Madeleine’s signet ring is stolen, she risks Dom’s ire if it means having the best investigator in the city on the case. Animosity simmers even as attraction sizzles, but when the trail leads them to an unlikely thief and hidden truths are revealed, will it rip apart the tentative trust they’ve built?

My Cup of O Pos by L.J. Hamlin
Vampires and humans are treated separately by different doctors, so one human doctor gets a surprise when her patient has no heartbeat. The young British vampire has Ehlers Danlos syndrome and is very used to hospitals and she charms her American doctor.

Home by K. Parr
Raised in the foster system, 19-year-old Farah is used to fending for herself—even after getting bitten and transformed into a werewolf. So, on the night of her fourth full moon after being bitten, she handcuffs herself to her bed and prays for the best.

But things don’t go according to plan.

Farah wakes up the next morning outside, naked and sprawled on the back lawn of a beautiful yet intimidating woman. An alpha werewolf and Farah has trespassed on her property.

Swoon by Artemis Savory
Mira, a pirate, is losing her voice, and if she doesn’t have sex soon, she’ll lose her life. But she isn’t drawn to men like her sisters are, and she can’t bring herself to touch one. Will she be able to find a woman to suit her needs and save her life? Or will she fall in love before taking the plunge?

The Hunt by M. Hollis
Belinda’s teeth have been itching and bothering her for weeks. Her mothers say this is just another part of being a young vampire and that she’s ready to hunt. But having a crush on the human girl she needs to bite was not what she expected from a Friday night.

By Candlelight by Ziggy Schutz
Zoe has been obsessed with death ever since she found out she would die young. Still, stepping out of her body to be met by a ghost was not completely as she expected, and Zoe finds herself less than eager to take the final steps toward her afterlife.

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The Burning of Arbor by J. L. Brown

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Title:  The Burning of Arbor
Series: The Witches of Arbor, Book One
Author: J.L. Brown
Publisher:  NineStar Press
Release Date: April 16, 2018
Heat Level: 2 – Fade to Black Sex
Pairing: Female/Female/Male (Female/Female interaction)
Length: 101400
Genre: Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, LGBT, paranormal, witches, bisexual, polyamory, religion

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Evangeline Clarion is a fiery artist and
elemental witch. She dreams of opening a gallery in her small town of Arbor,
but Eva’s embrace of her own power and sexuality offends the pious
sensibilities of the devout Arbor citizenry.
A gaggle Eva referred to as “Arbor’s
Most Moral” sets out on a witch hunt to ruin her and drive her out of town.
They attack her in the pews, in the press, and in person. But instead of
weakening her, the relentless barrage fuels the fire within her.
As her burgeoning magic is set aflame within
Eva, so is her desire. While her neighbors plot against her, Eva falls in
love—first with the mesmerizing heir of the Morgan Manor estate, and later with
a beautiful Wiccan. Eva relies on both of them, along with a cast of magical
cohorts, to help her combat the witch hunt. But when magical retribution goes
too far, Arbor’s salvation rests in the hands of a witch.

 

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The Burning of Arbor
J.L. Brown © 2018
All Rights Reserved
Chapter One
True magic has thrived in the world long
before man documented such things. A spark of magic is present in every wish,
at every birth and deathbed. It manifests itself in first kisses and first
loves. It animates and inspires us. It abounds in the change of seasons, in the
most remote forests and congested steel cities. Magic dwells within the rock of
the mountains, and inhabits the waters of every stream and river and ocean. It
exists both in the wondrous and mundane of every day. It is neither good nor
evil. Magic bears no moral compass. The intention of the practitioner who
wields it determines its use, for good or ill. And no one can escape magic’s
most essential rule: what one projects into the universe will return threefold.
The Wiccan Rede states, “An ye harm
none, do what ye will.”
I chose a different motto to live by.
“Harm none, but take no shit.”
I was never good at following the rules,
and I learned my lessons the hard way.
SUNDAY
I refused to cower. I clenched my fists
to keep from fidgeting and sighed at the twinge of pain where my nails left
half-moon imprints in my palms.
“Isn’t the bank usually closed on your
Sabbath?” I asked, maintaining eye contact with the crotchety loan officer
across the desk.
The woman could catapult my dreams had
she the inclination, and I could tell she reveled in this power over me. My
emerald stare seemed to unnerve her for a slim second, but she set her spine
rigid. Her suspicious gaze rolled over me, and she twisted her wrinkled lips
into a scowl.
“I thought it best not to delay the
inevitable, Ms. Clarion. I’ll be brief. You know as well as I that this little
scheme will never get off the ground. Arbor is a quiet, wholesome community,
not well suited for your kind of… business venture.” She scrunched up her nose
as if the notion itself smelled foul. “However, I am nothing if not
by-the-book. I reviewed your application, and after considering every factor, I
must decline your request. Your excessive student loans, exorbitant
debt-to-income ratio, and lack-luster credit history disqualify you for a
mortgage loan.”
“What about my savings?” I asked. This
isn’t happening. This can’t be happening. Panic spiked my veins, and sweat
beaded along my forehead.
“Your… savings?” she snickered.
“Woefully inadequate.”
“It’s twenty thousand dollars!” I said,
shooting to my feet.
“I am sorry, Ms. Clarion. There is
nothing I can do for you.” But she wasn’t sorry. Her smug expression made that
clear. She enjoyed withholding the means of my success.
Of course this is happening. The
decision shouldn’t have shocked me, but it did, and it hurt. “So, that’s it?”
“I’m afraid so.”
I should’ve known better than to think
anyone from Arbor would allow someone like me so public a platform. I might
sully the well-crafted image of the town they so carefully portray to the
world.
For as long as I could remember, I’d
dreamed of owning a place to sell my artwork and designs, somewhere to perform.
It would be a gathering spot for the creative, the different, the weird. I’d
been saving for years.
This woman thinks she can crush my
dreams in a single five-minute meeting? No fucking way. I’ll figure something
out.
The glare of the noonday sun blinded me
as I emerged from the Arbor Savings & Loan. Squinting, I sat on the bank’s
steps to fish my sunglasses out of my bag. Once my vision adjusted, I took in
the view along Parson Street, downtown Arbor’s main drag. It bustled with a
Sunday afternoon’s lazy vigor. The Rockwellian cafés and shops teemed with the
post–church-service crowd. Clusters of believers mingled and gossiped and
bragged, decked out in their finest prim and proper attire. Arrogance and
privilege marked their manners. Without a droplet of sweat on a single brow,
the parishioners seemed somehow immune to the sun’s crushing heat. The air hung
stagnant and oppressive in the conservative hamlet, nestled as it was into the
base of Gothics Peak.
A piercing “Keeee-aaar” sounded from
high above. I looked into the crystalline summer sky at a red-tailed hawk
swooping in circles, his wings spread wide. I’d know that bird anywhere. Rocky
had been my faithful familiar for almost nine years, since I’d entered high
school. Besides his no-nonsense sagacity, Rocky granted me the ability to
fly—when he was in close enough proximity for me to feed off his magic. He was
the second familiar with whom I’d been blessed. Shasta came to me when I was
eight, right after my mother died. Shasta never ventured into town, though. An
abnormally large black bear walking amongst the masses wouldn’t go over well.
“Your meeting didn’t go as planned, I
judge.” Rocky’s sharp, stately voice echoed within my mind.
“You judge correctly,” I replied in the
same fashion.
“That backwards thinking pencil-pusher
never had any intention of aiding you, and you know it. I’ll never understand
why you bother with the fools in this town. Your talents would shine down in
the city. That’s where you need to be.”
“You know I can’t leave Maggie.”
“No. You don’t want to leave your
goddess-mother. Big difference.”
“I’m not going to argue semantics. I
just want to get home and forget this entire morning.”
“Hate to break the news, but unless you
plan on riding the wind with me, you face a delay.”
“I’ve already exceeded my maximum daily
dose of aggravation, thank you very much. I’m done.”
“You don’t have a choice. Have you seen
who’s planted in your path?”
Halfway down Parson Street, between me
and where I’d parked my truck, was a gaggle I referred to as Arbor’s Most
Moral. Mayor Doreen Crandall sat at a bistro table outside of Ebenezer’s Café.
Beside her lounged Reverend Cudlow—pastor of the First Ecclesiastical Church of
Arbor, the town’s only house of worship—and his haughty wife Gladys.
“Hurry by them, Evangeline, and do not
dawdle. Shasta’s got her fur in a bunch.”
Without waiting for a reply, he caught
the wind and headed back to our cottage.

 

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I’ve always been a lover of words – reading them, writing them, singing them. And I’m known as a talker – especially about politics, usually at an abnormally loud volume. I was the kid who always got into trouble for staying up too late to read, and that habit has followed me into adulthood. Edgar Allen Poe, Anne Rice, J.K. Rowling, and Jane Austen are my greatest literary influences. Family is important to me, and I cherish the large Italian Catholic family that raised me. I’ve been married over 18 years. I’m a momma of two incredible boys. I have a small home in New Jersey, and enjoy listening to my husband’s music, camping, kayaking, and getting lost in the woods. I’m a coffee and wine drinker, and I believe chocolate can cure most ills.

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Femme 4 Femme by H.L. Logan

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Misty just left the gay bar alone, too shy to approach anyone. Again. Tipsy with only her cat for company, she checks out the F4F ads. In the morning, she agrees to meet up with someone… but which ad did this Opal girl post, again?

A few months after a big move, Opal hasn’t managed to meet people in her new city. Adrift without her sorority sisters and keg parties, the loneliness drives her to the online personals. She’s only looking for a friend… so why did this Misty girl send her a winky face?

Once Misty and Opal meet up, Opal quickly decides they’ll be BFFs. Meanwhile, Misty’s crushing on her. Will Misty figure out Opal’s straight before falling even harder? Or will Opal realize the connection they share goes deeper than friendship?

(Femme 4 Femme is a 45,000-word standalone friends-to-lovers lesbian romance, complete with lots of heat and a happily ever after ending.)

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Where could I find a friend I had anything in common with? It seemed impossible for me to stumble across one. But there had to be others like me, lonely and frustrated with living in this city.
How could I reach out to those people? How could I find those girls sitting alone in darkened rooms, watching classic comedy movies by themselves?
I drained my beer, and then it occurred to me. I could put up a personal ad.
Shaking my head at myself, I flipped to a different channel, trying to find something that would take my attention away from the thought. Nothing good was on—at least not good enough to make me stop thinking about my idea.
A girl like me didn’t need to use personal ads. I was social, well adjusted, I had friends… just not here.
Another beer down, and it seemed like a slightly less bad idea. Staring blankly at the TV screen, I thought about what I could put in this ad—the ad that I definitely wasn’t going to write. I could say I recently moved here, and that I was having a hard time connecting with people.
I opened a blank document on my laptop and typed out my thoughts, fiddling with the text until it was perfect.
Hey, never done anything like this before but I’m new in town and looking to meet some fun ladies. I’m into Greek life (Phi Beta Kappa!) and wine (and pumpkin lattes!). Portland’s cool, but I have to admit I don’t have much in common with the people I’m meeting here. If you’re in the same boat, drop me a line and let’s hang.
There, the ad was already done. What would I title it—hypothetically, of course?
I could say I was looking for a girl. No, not mature enough… I was looking for a woman. A lady. A female.
Hmm… they didn’t have the right ring to them. What about a “femme”? That sounded much more elegant. I was too young to be comfortable calling myself a woman, but saying I was a femme seemed fitting. I’d call my ad Femme 4 Femme.
That settled it… except I still wasn’t going to do it. It was stupid. What kind of response did I expect to get? I’d probably only get weirdos, if I got anything at all.
I flipped off the TV, grabbing my laptop and heading to my bedroom. Posting would more than likely come to nothing, but the alternative was another weekend completely alone.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I opened the laptop and went to Craigslist. I’d never actually used the site for anything but apartment hunting before. I had no idea what category I should even put this in, and I was too sleepy to waste my time browsing around trying to figure it out.
I had guy friends back in Rosebridge, but I was always closer with the girls. I wasn’t looking for a date, either.
I chose F4F and hit “post.”
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99 Cent Sale: French Kissing Seasons 1-3 @HarperBliss

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Immerse yourself in three seasons of fast-paced lesbian romance, set in the most romantic city in the world

At over 800 pages with 100+ 5-star reviews for the individual books, French Kissing is serialised fiction at its most dramatic, romantic and steamy. Perfect for binge reading!
This boxed set includes the first THREE SEASONS (episodes 1 to 14) at one low price, saving over 30% off the price of the individual seasons.

Paris… City of lights, City of love, City of drama!

French Kissing follows a group of Parisian women as they navigate the stormy waters of love and life.
Claire and Juliette have been best friends for twenty years. Together they own a successful PR agency, but their journey to success has come at a price. Juliette and her partner Nadia have drifted apart after ten years together while Claire hasn’t been on a real date for as long as she can remember. Meanwhile, their happily single employee Steph is getting a bit too close to a new, high-profile client.

Warning: This title contains sensual language, ladies making love and possibly more feelings than you can process.

 

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New Release: French Kissing by Harper Bliss @HarperBliss

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Paris… City of lights, City of love… City of drama!

Two years have passed since Dominique Laroche was elected President of France at the end of French Kissing: Season Three. She and Steph are living together at the Elysée, but their relationship is strained by the demands of Dominique’s job.

When a rising star of the opposition proposes a new law that would affect lesbians’ right to have children, Dominique is torn between her personal feelings and her party’s political line.

Feminist radio host Aurore Seauve is advising the opposition on the new law proposal, but finds herself more caught up in the intrigue at the Elysée than she wants to be, not in the least because of her interest in Dominique’s uptight chief of staff, Solange.

Zoya Das has moved from Sydney to Paris to be with her new love Camille, and is finding it difficult to settle into her new country, new language and new job. Meanwhile Camille is finding out the hard way that not all her colleagues are comfortable with an out and proud lesbian at work, even if she is friends with the president.

Relationships will be tested, loyalties will be questioned and assumptions will have to be set aside as both familiar and new characters navigate the turbulent waters of love–and politics.

Warning: This title contains sensual language, ladies making love, overconsumption of French wine, and heated discussions on feminism and the right to orgasm.

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New Release Blitz and Giveaway: Take Your Medicine by Hannah Carmack @ninestarpress @ManlyHamm @GoIndiMarketing

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Title:  Take Your Medicine

Author: Hannah Carmack

Publisher:  NineStar Press

Release Date: March 5, 2018

Heat Level: 1 – No Sex

Pairing: Female/Female

Length: 24400

Genre: Contemporary Fantasy, LGBT, YA, chronic illness, coming out, lesbian

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Alice “Al” Liddell is from Echola, Alabama. She leads the life of a normal teen until the day she’s diagnosed with vasovagal syncope – a fainting disorder which causes her to lose consciousness whenever she feels emotions too strongly.

Her mother, the “Queen of Hearts,” is the best cardiothoracic surgeon this side of the Mason-Dixon Line and a bit of a local hero. Yet, even with all her skill she is unable to cure her daughter of her ailment, leading Al into the world of backwater witchcraft.

Along the way she meets a wacky cast of characters and learns to accept her new normal.

Take Your Medicine is a southern gothic retelling of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.

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Take Your Medicine
Hannah Carmack © 2018
All Rights Reserved

Golden Afternoons
I got sick the summer of 2010. At first, it was slow. A little fatigue here, a little light-headedness there, but by the time the scorching heat of July settled in over the little town of Echola, Alabama, I was having one or two fainting spells a day. My mother, bless her heart, was always trying to cure what ailed me, though it never quite worked. She was the best cardiothoracic surgeon this side of the Mason-Dixon Line. She was known for the occasional sarcastic quip, wearing braids down to her belly, and a nearly unscathed OR record. They called her the Queen of Hearts.

But, no matter how sick I got, my mother always expected me outside right at seven o’clock, ready to tend the garden. The day I met the witches was no different. We were up and outside a good five minutes early, trying to beat the already record-breaking heat. Barely past six a.m. and we were already pushing ninety. I joined her in the rose bushes, pruning and picking as we talked about our plans for the day.

“And I want you to go over The Odyssey one more time. I don’t feel you got the Cyclops as well as you should have.” Ma was sweating more than a tall glass of tea as she worked those beds.

“I think I got it just fine,” I answered her. “I just didn’t like it.” I worked my dark hands deep into the soil and pulled out an overgrown dandelion. It seemed like no matter how many I plucked, five would grow back in its place by the next morning.

Ma turned to me, her brow finely arched and her lips spread in a smirk. “Give it another read. You’ll appreciate it more the second time ‘round.”

“Why don’t I just read Midsummer again?” I asked, sheepishly avoiding her gaze as I busied myself in the roses. “I mean, it is midsummer.”

“Because you’ve already read that one five times.”

“So?” I kept my expression genial, not wanting to risk my mother thinking I was taking a tone with her.

“It’s important you expand your library.”

“That’s it?” I raised my gloved hands to the sky and pretended to plead with a higher power in hopes of a better reading assignment.

“Well then, fine.” She let out a low hmph and brushed the dirt from her hands. “Let’s just say it’s because I told you to, Al.”

“You’ve always said that’s a lazy reason to give.”

My mother rolled her eyes to the clouds in the sky. “Lord help me.” She huffed. “Fine, don’t read it. When your teachers give you trouble, don’t you come cryin’ to me, ’cause I did all I could to help you.”

Anything sounded better than suffering through Homer again. “Just twenty pages or so then?”

“Twenty.” My mother tsk’d. “Arright, arright. Twenty it is, but don’t go runnin’ off today. We’ve got a lot of work to do when I get home. Your auntie is droppin’ in this weekend and I want the place sparklin’, foyer to the chimney. Collect some of the collard greens from the vegetable patch today, would ya? I’m thinkin’ we’ll make a casserole.”

I assured her I understood and then turned back to uprooting an especially stubborn creeping vine. She’d just brought over a big old tin water can when a little compact car drove up on our gravel drive.

“Guess that’s me.” My mother turned her attention to Jackson. He was a tall man who always looked just a little too big for his ride. He usually struggled to get out of the car in time to get Ma’s door for her. “I’ll be home ‘round supper.”

I wiped my palms on my pants before wrapping her into a hug. The smell of her morning coffee still clung to her blouse.

“And don’t forget to water out back,” she called to me as they were pulling off. “Those river birches need it!”

The car backed out of the driveway, and I waved to them as they left. As soon as she was gone, I tightened my headwrap and turned to my watering duties. I tended to each bush with care and pulled a few stray weeds along the way. Kudzu was coming closer and closer to our little haven, and even if gardening was more Ma’s hobby than mine, I didn’t want to risk losing all our hard work to that tangled-vine devil. After finishing the roses, I went back inside to cool off in front of the fan. I sat there for a little while and let the breeze hit my face.

I still had the back bushes to do, but I decided to treat myself to a couple of speckled eggs and toast before hiking it all the way back to the orchard. If Ma had been there to ask, I’d say I wanted a break from the sun so I wouldn’t burn to a crisp before noon. But on the inside, I knew I was only eating because I wanted to have a full stomach and energy to burn. There was something I loved about that thick brush. The hum of cicadas and june bugs, the lush green forestry, and the shade from the hundred-year-old oaks. I’d go to water the trees, but I’d stay for a chance to roam the land. Times where I could just wander were few and far between since I’d gotten sick. The chance of being out in the woods and having a bad fainting spell was too risky. You could end up seizing if you didn’t fall just right. Luckily, the orchard wasn’t too far, but getting there was always a trip that you had to respect. It was dangerous terrain. Since the spells started, Ma hadn’t wanted me going that far out, but this was day four in a streak of no fainting attacks. She must have had some kind of hope, or she would have told me to wait for her to come home so we could go water them together.

The last trip I took to the river birch, I snuck out our camera to take pictures of the flora and fauna. Between the most beautiful flowers you could find the deadliest of things. Last week, it was a rattler perched in a patch of lilies.

Before leaving, I skimmed through The Odyssey. I know Ma said I didn’t have to keep reading it, but her words got me wondering. Of course, she’d been right. I did appreciate the cyclopes more this time. Ma was always right. It drove me a little crazy but made for some sound advice.

After finishing my reading for the day, I descended, a bulk of water canteens slung around my arms. Eight jugs for the trees. One for me. The path to the orchard was long, twisty, and confusing if you didn’t know the property. But, we’d been living there our whole lives. Same as my mama’s ma, and her ma before her. For me, it was nothing. This was the air I grew up breathing. The trees I grew up climbing. The tilted rocks that I scraped my knees on and the river I’d caught my first crawdaddy in. So for me, this Southern jungle was nothing.

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Hannah Carmack is a writer and spends most of her time connecting reluctant readers and bookworms alike to the world of literature and science. Although living with an auto-immune disease is difficult, she finds power in using her writing as a way to convey the world that people with disabilities live in to people who may not fully comprehend it.

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Christmas Kisses: Out Now!

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‘Tis the season to be… frisky. The Ladylit Fab Five have come together once more for a sizzling seasonal mini-anthology. Decorating the tree or working the holiday shift, at a family party or avoiding the shopping crowds, the ladies in these stories find reason to get merry in any circumstance.

Caution: This title contains graphic language and christmassy lesbian sex and is suitable for adults only.

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The Girl in the Purple Shirt by Cheyenne Blue
Not Christmas Shopping by Lucy Felthouse
White Wings and Fairy Lights by Laila Blake
In December by Erzabet Bishop
Commanding Officer by Harper Bliss

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