Thursday, March 27, 2014

Seduced, Devoured, Consumed - The Fantasy's Bar & Grill Blog Tour

Get Seduced, Devoured and Consumed with the Fantasy's Bar & Grill Blog Tour brought to you by Enticing Journey.  Sign up for the tour that runs from May 5th - 9th:

What better way to kick off your summer than with four sexy billionaires?  Just a quick warning, these guys are off the charts when it comes to delivering sensuality and these are romance erotica novella's.  All three books will be available during the blog tour, currently books 1 & 2 are on sale, the third will be available April 30th. 

So why wait until May to run the blog tour?  We don't like waiting for the next book in a series and we wanted to be sure all three books were available before promoting.  There's another reason but we're going to be greedy and keep that little secret to ourselves until the tour begins.

 So just what is Fantasy's Bar & Grill?  It's a private club where members can pay to have their fantasy brought to life.  Nothing is taboo and if you can dream it up, these sexy bad boys can make it come true.  They've got an entire staff  waiting to indulge you.  Fantasy's lives in the heart of New York City and there are plans to create a new club on an island outside the Great Barrier Reef.  Obviously Fantasy's is for adults only.  To find out more just take the time to visit us. So what are you waiting for?  Come play behind the scenes at Fantasy's Bar & Grill with Book 1.

 Welcome to Fantasy's Bar & Grill where what goes on behind closed doors is hotter than anything you can order off the menu!

Zoey Summers is desperate! After losing her job for refusing to sleep with her boss she's blacklisted from every legal firm in New York. The spineless little prick warned her she'd have to beg on bended knees to work in the city again, but it will be a cold day in hell! When she gets an interview with Fantasy's, Zoey's shocked that they want to hire her to make sexual fantasy contracts for their exclusive, membership-only club. Four infamous playboy billionaire bachelors known for their deviant exploits, own the Bar & Grill and she can't help but worry she's stepping out of one bad situation into another.

 With limited options, Zoey takes the job finding it ironic that someone with no sexual desire like her, will now be in charge of helping others create fantasies. Working with such sensual debauchery makes her begin to question her own frigid nature. Keeping things professional when working with four of the sexiest men to ever walk the face of the earth is a temptation that even she might not be able to refuse.

You're invited to accept your private membership to Fantasy's Bar & Grill with Seduced. Book 1 of the Fantasy's Bar & Grill series.

Don't forget to enter the Fantasy's Bar & Grill Ultimate Fantasy Contest which ends soon!  A personalized fantasy written just for you from one of the sexy owners!

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

The Wrath of Sin - Release Day

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Wrath is everywhere, even in the deepest recesses of the innocent. It alters the souls of the desperate and depressed. Changing you, consuming you until all that's left is the sick desire to destroy everything in your path.

I'm not a murderer, but hate will make you do crazy things. I hate the man who stole my life from me, and it's only fair that I steal something precious from him. But revenge is bittersweet when passion overpowers your reason, and what's precious to him has become the voice of reason for me. Pushing me to feel human again, she threatens to change everything.

She calls me Sin, and she's about to feel my WRATH.

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Melissa started reading in high school when she found her mom's romance book collection and has been hooked on books every since. She became a complete book-a-holic, starting her own collection and improving her reading skills. Most of the time she could finish a book walking around the store, while her mom shopped.

She wrote her first short story in high school for a competition in her writing class. It was a child's book called 'Arnold' - it was about an ant who believed he could do anything. Oh by the way, she won! She has written many stories since then, but this will be her first YA paranormal/fantasy and the first book she will have published. She lived in Mesa, Arizona with her husband of six years, and her 3 beautiful daughters. They are her biggest fans and they inspire her everyday. She enjoys spending time with her family, weekend dates with her mom & taking vacations. Hawaii anyone??

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Tabatha's been writing since she could pick up a pencil. Her first publication was a little poem in her elementary school paper, from that point on she was hooked. When she was a teenager, she traded in her girly magazines for personalized writing notebooks.

At nineteen, she met her own personal prince charming and writing took a back burner for a while. She's now married to that prince and the mother of a beautiful seven-year-old princess/rock star. Once her daughter was born, writing came back into her life, and she finished her very first novel, Wicked Fate, in May of 2009. She's now pursuing her English degree and she hopes to one day teach while continuing to write.    
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Monday, March 24, 2014

Always - Kindle Alexander (The Blog Tour)

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Born to a prestigious political family, Avery Adams plays as hard as he works. The gorgeous, charismatic attorney is used to getting what he wants, even the frequent one-night stands that earn him his well-deserved playboy reputation. When some of the most prominent men in politics suggest he run for senate, Avery decides the time has come to follow in his grandfather's footsteps. With a strategy in place and the campaign wheels rolling, Avery is ready to jump on the legislative fast track, full steam ahead. But no amount of planning prepares him for the handsome, uptight restaurateur who might derail his political future.

Easy isn't even in the top thousand words to describe Kane Dalton's life after his father, a devout southern Baptist minister, kicks him out of the family home for questioning his sexual orientation. Despite all the rotten tomatoes life throws his way, Kane makes something of himself. Between owning a thriving upscale Italian restaurant in the heart of downtown Minneapolis and managing his long-term boyfriend, his plate is full. He struggles to get past the teachings of his childhood to fully accept his sexuality and rid himself of the doubts brought on by his religious upbringing. The last thing he needs is the yummy, sophisticated, blond-haired distraction sitting at table thirty-four.

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Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It's always a surprise to see what's coming next!

I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it's true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women's hair!

Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life - I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations - regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal... I don't want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I'm going to tell you about Kindle.

I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I'll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died - weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn't have to be alone.

That time in my life was terrible. It's everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.

Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness - it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.

Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn't a time she wasn't there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It's its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn't be here today without her.

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Friday, March 21, 2014

Book World Bullies? Say it ain't so!

Reviewers and authors having a dog fight online?  Who suffers from this type of bullying?  The readers!  Throwing my two cents in on the latest travesty going on in the book world.  First what is a book review?  In my opinion (make sure you read the my opinion part) a book review is the readers thoughts about a book.  It's not the readers opinion about the way Sally Mae looks walking down the street, or how many beers Sally Mae had at the bar with the local pimp daddy, and it's definitely not a reflection of Sally Mae Authors personal life.  If I want to know about her life I should read about it anywhere else but in a book review.

Hence the words "Book Review".  I've heard the arguments, ie:  Sally Mae was a real butt hole to me and I think other readers need to know about it, Sally Mae belongs in a mental institution not on a bestseller list, or Sally Mae looks funny and people shouldn't buy her book.  Guess What?  Who freaking cares!

I'm not reading a book because I want to have a one on one relationship with the author.  She's (or he's) not going to be my local pal I hang out with at my next local cookout, and I dang sure ain't asking Sally Mae out on a date.  What she does in her personal life doesn't mean a thing to me. What she does in her professional life only matters in as far as when the next book hits the shelf.  At that point I can decide whether or not I want to buy it or bypass it.  (My old English teacher is shaking her head at my language today).  What I'm saying is as a reader (and yes I'm not an idiot I know I also write books) I don't give a flippity-flop about what's going on in her personal life and it doesn't belong in a book review.

 So let me turn my attention to authors.  Answering a one star review about your book is just about the most stupid thing you can possibly do.  It's not going to do anything other than tinkle in the reviewers cornflakes.  You don't think your book deserves that one star?  Suck it up baby,  not everyone is going to like your work.  Look at any bestselling book and you'll see someone hated it.  They thought it was the most disgusting thing since Limburger Cheese (let me apologize to those that love that cheese, but GAG).   Just like that stinky cheese, some people are going to love it, while others like me want to puke just thinking about it.  That's breaks!

Unless you're being personally attacked in a book review, the best idea is always to just deal with the fact that this reviewer didn't like your work.  I get it! It sucks worse than siphoning gas from a car, but opinions are like butt holes, we all got one and none of them look the same.

The point I'm trying to make is that just because we don't like a person or the results of a book review, that doesn't mean we need to revert to grade-school tactics and start calling names.  It goes both ways, meaning I've seen it on both sides of the fence.  Which brings me to another topic.  The recent poll going on about anonymous book reviews.   Here again you have to see both sides of the picture!  Some authors write under pen names, some reviewers post under a pseudonym.   The reasons for both are completely the same.  They don't want people in their everyday lives to know they wrote or reviewed a book.

I understand both reviewers and authors choosing to maintain this cover-up.  Sally Mae author has kids at home and writes sexy romance, well she wants to keep that part of her life separate from the Betty Crocker image she has in her community.  Cindy Lou reviews books but works for a legal firm and she doesn't want them looking at her funny for reading sexy romance.  Both have valid reasons for keeping their real life secret so why can we ask one to reveal their identity and not the other?  That doesn't seem very fair to me.  Why not instead let both of them keep their persona and remember we're 'hopefully' all adults.

This all goes back to the book review.  Writing a tasteful review about a book you hate, while still showing a little common courtesy to the author isn't a bad thing.  If you can't say something nice, at least have the decency to keep it about the book and not the person writing it.  If you want to rip the authors throat out and poop down her neck, maybe you've got worse problems than worrying about writing a book review?  It's just a book.  It's not going to get up, chase you around the room, and slap you in the face to pick it back up.  If it does call Ghost Hunters, cause man you got serious crap going on in your home!

That's my two cents about all the bullying going on in the book world.  You don't have to like it, you don't even have to read about it, and you certainly don't have to agree with me.  I still live in a great country where I have the right to Freedom of Speech.  Don't get me started on that topic or you'll be reading for the next five years!  I love readers, authors, and I love reviewers, all I'm asking is that we show a little class and stop trying to beat each other in the head and get back to doing what we love.  Enjoying books!

Michelle Hughes (Man does that chick need to get a new photo because that ones a little outdated) owner of this blog, so yeah management stands behind this post.  For the record this isn't a pen name, but as a Southern Woman I have no problem telling you who I really am and inviting you to come sit and talk on my porch to discuss this any day of the week.  Depending on how you act, I might even throw in some refreshments.  Ya'll have a nice day now!

Thursday, March 20, 2014

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The Education of Sebastian

Trapped in a loveless marriage, thirty year old Caroline Wilson moves to San Diego after her military husband earns a promotion. Feeling lost and alone Caroline strikes up a friendship with young local surfer Sebastian Hunter.

Sebastian has more than friendship on his mind when he runs into Caroline on the beach. But when sparks fly friendship turns into an illicit love that threatens them both.

The Education of Caroline

Now a successful journalist, Caroline heads out to report from the front lines of the war in Afghanistan. Love is the last thing on her mind when she crosses paths with Chief Sebastian Hunter.
Will this chance encounter reignite the erotic passion of their past?


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My hands were still trembling and I was in danger of tipping the rest of the water onto his pillows. He took the glass from my hands and placed it on the tiny bedside table.

“Come and lie down with me,” he said, tugging gently on my hand. “Just lie with me. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want, you know that.”

He pulled me down and held me in his arms, softly stroking my hair. We lay there peacefully. Somewhere in the room I could hear a clock ticking—my life was passing with every second.

He continued to soothe me, kissing my hair, stroking my back and my arms, threading his long legs through mine.

“Do you want to hear a bedtime story?” he said, quiet humor in his voice.

“Not funny,” I muttered into his chest.

He laughed gently. “You’ll like this one. It starts with a girl and a boy … a motorcycle and a full tank of gas.”

“Very romantic.”

“Told you you’d like it.”

“Well, the boy says to the girl, ‘Hey, baby, let’s go see the world.’ And do you know what the girl says?”

“‘I’m washing my hair’?”

“Ha! No, not quite. She says, ‘Let’s go see Italy because the whole world starts there’.”

“She sounds like an idiot.”

“Hey! This is my bedtime story.”
“Okay, I’ll be quiet.”

“Is that even possible?”

I punched him lightly on the arm and he laughed.

“Okay, so the boy says, ‘I’ve got an idea. Let’s fly to Switzerland…’”

“On the motorcycle? Because I should explain to you…”

He put his hand over my mouth, so I kissed the palm and snuggled in a bit more.

“‘Let’s fly to Switzerland, drive over the Alps and then we’ll go to Milano and see Il Trovatore at La Scala’.”

“That’s the opera where everyone ends up dying.”

“You said you’d be quiet.”


“So, then they stay at this amazing hotel where they have breakfast in bed, served on silver plates…”

“And they scappati in the morning because they can’t pay the bill?”

“Yeah! Then they ride off on their trusty motorcycle and go to Verona, one of the most romantic cities in the world…”

“It’s not romantic—that’s where Romeo poisons himself and Juliet stabs herself to death.”

“Shh! Then they drive down the spine of Italy, stopping to eat pasta … and have a lot of sex…”

“This story is NC-17.”

“Yeah, that’s because it’s my bedtime story. Then they ride to Salerno and take this little mountain road to a tiny village called Capezzano Inferiore and they meet all these wonderful, crazy people who turn out to be cousins and aunts and uncles of the girl, because she’s kinda crazy, too…”

“And then what?”

“They live happily ever after.”

I sighed. “Okay, that was a pretty good story after all.”

“Told you you’d like it.”

I felt very comfortable lying in his arms and my attack of guilt and disgust was slowly passing.

He didn’t speak after that and neither did I. We drifted to sleep, wound around each other.

A loud crash woke me suddenly. I sat up, disoriented and panic-stricken in the darkened room.

“Oh, fuck. Mom’s home,” said Sebastian sullenly. “Are you okay, Caro? Don’t sweat it; she won’t come up here.”

My heart was pounding; it was so loud I felt certain he must be able to hear it knocking against my ribs.

“Are you sure? Is your door locked?”

“I haven’t got a lock—I put the chair up against it when I want some privacy.”

I couldn’t believe how casual he sounded. I almost leapt out of my skin when he reached out to stroke my hair.

“I’ll go see if she’s passed out,” he said, reading my mood.

I nodded, nervously twisting my wedding ring around my finger.
He frowned, then rolled off the bed and gently opened his bedroom door. He was gone for less than a minute while I waited anxiously.
“She’s out cold—like I said. No problem.”

He pulled the chair up against the door, letting all the clothes slide off into a heap, then wedged its wooden back tightly under the handle.

He turned slowly, staring down at me.

From the look on his face, I guessed he wanted to cash in the rain check on the make-out session I’d promised him. I definitely wasn’t on the same page; the adrenaline rush caused by Estelle’s noisy return had freaked me out.

I pulled my cell phone out of my jeans pocket and flipped it over to check the time: it was after 1 am.

“It’s late,” I whispered. “I should get back.”

“Stay. Please.”

He sat down next to me again and ran the tips of his fingers down my arm.

“We don’t know when we’ll have another night together,” he said persuasively, kissing my shoulder. “What difference does it make if you go now or in a few hours?”

When he didn’t meet any resistance, he pushed me gently back onto his bed and used his body to press me into the thin mattress. I could feel that he was already aroused. Boy, it didn’t take much. I still felt shaken, but at the same time it thrilled me that I could make him feel that way, make his body respond that way.

“Stay,” he whispered as he ran his tongue up my neck and tugged at my ear lobe with his teeth.

His right hand rode up under my t-shirt and cupped my breast, circling his thumb over my nipple. “Please stay.”


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It was dark when I woke up; I realized I wasn’t alone.
“Hey, baby,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to wake you—I just wanted to see you.”

He was sitting at the bottom of my mattress again. I peered into the dark, his outline faint against the darker shadow of the wall.
I rubbed my gritty eyes and reached out for him. “You’re too far away,” I grumbled, holding up my arms toward him.

He uncoiled himself from the floor, and tried to stretch out next to me, but his boots hit the door.

“Fuck,” he muttered, “they’ve given you a damn hutch to sleep in.”
“At least it’s private, Sebastian,” I said, running my finger across his stubbly chin.

He smiled. “Yeah, that’s something.”

He leaned over me, taking his weight on his arms, and kissed me, softly. I think he just had a simple goodnight kiss in mind; I certainly didn’t.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and locked our faces together. Needing more, I pushed my tongue between his lips, and explored his mouth hungrily. He tasted of salt and mint gum. Desire bloomed inside me and I ran my hands down his back, resting them on his fine ass, feeling the rough material beneath my fingers, and squeezed hard.

“Are you sure, Caro?” he breathed.

“Yes,” I whispered back. “Here and now.”

He groaned softly, and I felt the weight of his body press down onto my chest.

“But you’re going to have to get naked,” I added.

He sighed and pushed back from me.

“It’s going to take some explaining if the Taliban attack and I run out of your room with my ass hanging out,” he replied.

It was a fair point, and he was only trying to protect my honor and act professionally, just as I’d asked. And yet … I weighed up the pros and cons, realized he was right, and decided to strip him anyway.

We’d come under enemy fire today, and faced it together. I realized how lucky I was: surviving had made me damned horny, and I craved a bout of rough, life-affirming sex with my gorgeous fiancĂ©. I felt, quite literally, that life was too short not to grasp something so good with both hands.

This man, lying in my arms, had told me over and over again that he loved me—that he’d always loved me. And, despite everything that fate had thrown in our path—time, distance, and age difference—we were in love. The why and how didn’t seem to matter anymore: finally, finally I’d accepted that this was real and that it wasn’t going to go away—that Sebastian wasn’t going to go away. I’d accepted that he was beautiful and sexy and younger than me; and that women with far better bodies and far fewer years would want him, too. And I’d accepted that he wasn’t perfect, and had a string of conquests on at least three continents; and I’d accepted that life was going to continue to throw new hurdles in our path—and I didn’t damn well care.

It wasn’t perfect: so what? Life isn’t perfect: life is what happens while you’re waiting for your moment in the sun and if you miss it, waiting instead for the perfect illusion that Hollywood sells, then more fool you. I’d spent half my life waiting for the right moment: I was done with waiting.

“Time to get naked, Chief,” I ordered.

“Make me,” he shot back.


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***This is a new adult contemporary novel and contains sexual content and graphic language. It is not intended for young adult readers.***

A tattoo gets them in trouble… He will get them out.
After years of cultivating an undercover identity, Brody West is finally off the case and free to live a life of his own. All that time spent in the company of criminals and killers left him a little jaded… and with an identity crisis. He isn’t sure who he is anymore, or who he wants to be.

To give him time to think, he takes a few days off to go fishing. On his way out of town, he makes a routine stop at the bank and finds himself flirting with the girl behind the counter. 

But his flirtation is cut short when criminals burst into the bank and shoot her right before his eyes. 

In attempt to administer first aid, Brody reveals a tattoo on his upper arm. A mark that will drag him and the girl into the kind of situation he was trying to get away from. But he can’t walk away because he’s the only thing capable of keeping Taylor alive and bringing down the guys who shot her—guys who are seriously dangerous.

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The inside of the bank greeted me with a blast of cold air and was just as brightly lit as the sidewalk outside. The walls in here were white and so were the glossy tile floors. I stepped through the roped off line, lining up behind several others already waiting. Four tellers stood behind the long wooden counter, each with their own computer.

It seemed like I stood in line forever and I grew irritated because I just wanted to get the hell out of here and onto the open road.
Finally it was my turn and I moved down the counter toward the last window on the end. I yanked my wallet and bank card, then looked up.

Suddenly the amount of time I waited didn’t seem like such an inconvenience. In fact, if I had known she was the person waiting for me at the end of this counter I would have waited longer.
Her light scarlet hair was long and filled with loose curls that fell over her shoulder and down her chest. Her complexion was flawless with the flush of fresh peaches and her lower lip was fuller than the top, making it appear as though she had a permanent pink pout.

“How can I help you today?” she asked, politely, glancing up with crystal green eyes. I watched them widen slightly and rich satisfaction flowed through me. I wasn’t pretty like her but I wasn’t completely lacking in the looks department.

“Hey,” I said, leaning on the counter with both my elbows. The movement brought me a little closer to her. “I need to make a withdrawal.”

She glanced down at the bank card and ID I extended between us and then back at me. I gave her a lazy smile and she cleared her throat, taking the cards. She looked them over and then her polished fingernails flew over the keyboard.

I glanced at her chest, being distracted by her nice rack but my eyes finally finding the nameplate pinned to the front of her top. Taylor.
“How much would you like to withdrawal?” she asked.

“Four hundred.” She inputed the amount without saying anything.
“So,” I said, leaning toward her again. “You come here often?”

She rolled her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. “Just the days I feel like earning a paycheck.”

I grinned. “Paychecks are overrated.” I drawled. “I’m going fishing.”

“Says the man with a huge bank account,” she quipped. Then she winced and looked up. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-”

I laughed. The chagrin on her face and the way her cheeks bloomed with bright pink spots was entirely amusing. “Never said I didn’t work, just said I thought it was over rated.”

She relaxed when she realized I didn’t give a rats ass that she knew how much was in my account. “You should bait your hook with hot dogs. Fish love them.”

She was right, surprise rippled through me. “You can’t tell me a girl like you likes to fish.”

“And what,” she asked, arching a red brow in my direction, “is a girl like me?” she hit a couple keys and the little dispenser to my right started flinging out cash.

“You’re withdrawal is to your right.” she said professionally.
I let the cash sit there. “Are you a tomboy in disguise?” I whispered conspiratorially. I enjoyed the emotion, the animation that played over her features. She was beautiful that was no doubt but it seemed that she also had a lot beneath that pretty exterior.

“Don’t tell anyone,” she whispered back handing me a receipt. Her teeth were really white and really straight. I got this sudden craving to run my tongue along their smooth surface.

“You’re secret is safe with me.” I tore my eyes away to pocket the cash, not bothering to count it. Oddly, I trusted her. I never trusted anyone.

Behind me a loud banging sound boomed through the room and I tensed, spinning on my heels. Four guys pushed through the entrance, each of them pulling out a gun.

I couldn’t even get away from this shit on vacation.
Adrenaline spiked my system and began pumping through my veins and accelerating my heart. It didn’t take an idiot to guess why they were here. This was a bank and they had guns. I looked over my shoulder at Taylor who was watching the men with wide eyes.

“Get down!” I ordered quietly. “Hide. Hide good.”

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Cambria Hebert is the author of the young adult paranormal Heven and Hell series, the new adult Death Escorts series, and the new adult Take it Off series. She loves a caramel latte, hates math and is afraid of chickens (yes, chickens). She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband and children (both human and furry) where she is plotting her next book. You can find out more about Cambria and her work by visiting

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