Fame by Lauren K. McKellar

Title: Fame
Series: Not Like the Movies #1 

Author: Lauren K. McKellar
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 22, 2016

Blurb

She’s supposed to cover the stories. 
Not be one. 

Madison Winters has life in the bag. Gorgeous fiancé? Check. Promotion to become editor of the country’s hottest fashion magazine? Check. Limited edition pair of Manolo Blahniks? Checkity-check.

Catching her fiancé with his pants down isn’t something she expects. In the space of twenty-four hours, Madison loses it all—not even her shoes will be saved.

Swapping sass + bide for sweatpants and Dior for the downward dog is going to be hell. The last thing Madison’s broken heart needs is a run-in with America’s newest playboy. Can she ever recover from this? Tate Masters has it all—Hollywood’s latest golden boy has washboard abs, a killer smile, and a leading role in the next A-list movie.

Until a secret from his past is splashed all over the headlines, and that ‘good boy’ image fast-tracks to the gutter.

Now the media hunt is on, and they’re baying for Tate’s blood. One night of wild behaviour sees him wake up next to a gorgeous Aussie brunette—and she’s everything Tate’s afraid of.

Keeping secrets has never been this hard.

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Heat flares in my body. I lean in close to her, so close I can smell the sweet perfume from her neck. So close I can see the rise and fall of her ample chest. And even though I know I shouldn’t, even though I know I’ve been warned to stay off women, I want her.

Clearing my throat, I use my most seductive voice. The one that used to open legs for me everywhere I went, when teamed with my best smile. “I’d like to get you on your back.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows.

I’ve got her right where I want her. She’s falling for me. It’s been so long since I had—

A shock of liquid smacks me. Ice tumbles from my head to the floor. “What the actual f@#k?”

The woman shrugs and places her now empty glass on the bar top. “Looked like you could use some cooling off.”

I wipe the liquid from my eyes and lick my lips. Gin and tonic. Typical chick drink.

I should be mad. I should be fuming.

But I’m turned on. No one argues with me like that. No one pushes the limits, aside from Janie, and she’s family.

This woman could be my undoing.

REVIEW

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4.5* read. 

When I first started this book I didn't expect to love it as much as I did but boy did I love it. Tate was brooding and sexy and him and Madison together was so hot. They meet when Madison is out at a yoga retreat for work and he's there filming. Madison has just been dumped by her fiance who she was suppose to marry in a few weeks and the promotion at work she thought was her gets given to her best friend so she's not in a good place. Tate is suppose to be in a relationship according to all the reporter's but it's actually all just a act so when he meets Madison he can't resist her. The chemistry between these two was electric and as characters they were really relatable. I enjoyed reading their journey and can't wait for more from this author.

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Lauren K. McKellar is the author of contemporary reads that make you feel. With a passion for all books Young and New Adult, she is currently the author of five self-published books, all of which have held top 50 charting places digitally within Australia. Lauren loves to write about real-life issues, and is a passionate researcher when it comes to her work. She’s a big believer in creating works that make people feel.

Lauren lives by the beach in Australia with her husband and their two dogs. Most of the time, all three of them are well behaved.

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Craving You (TBX #2) By Ashley Christin

Title: Craving You (TBX #2)

Author: Ashley Christin

Release Date: Dec 29, 2015

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Kelsey

Being around Parker Taylor is like walking a tightrope; the feelings of lust and hate come with the sway of my emotions. One foot in front of the other keeps my life balanced until he causes my steps to falter. One day, I hate his perfect self, and the next, I want to have his babies. He’s a bad habit I can’t allow myself to become addicted to …

Parker

Being around Kelsey Whitten makes my blood rush and not only south. One minute, I’m pushing her up on the bathroom counter, and the next, she’s cussing at me from those sweet lips of hers. One taste from her smart mouth and I'm sign-me-up-for-a-twelve-step-program addicted. She’s habit-forming and that doesn’t work for me …

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Taking a few deep, quiet breaths, my mind tries to wrap around the information I just eavesdropped on. When the truck engine fires up, I’m jolted out of my thoughts, wasting no time to make it to him, desperate to be near him and not knowing why.

He’s rolling down his window when I jerk his door open, out of breath from my run and the words he told Ava. Emotions feed my soul, fueling my actions.

His face displays shock while his strong arms hold the door ajar. “Kelsey?”

Stomping my foot onto the running board of his truck brings me level with his beautiful face. “Shut up,” I demand then I attack his mouth, swept up in the emotions his earlier words brought. Parker tangles one hand in my hair at the base of my neck opening my mouth further to him while his other hand squeezes my body tight to his. I can smell the sweat on him as well as feel it while I run my hands through his helmet hair. I love him messy.

We part breathing heavy before I murmur against his lips, “I’m so proud of you, Parker.”

“I’ll ride like that or better every damn time for kisses like that.” His voice rumbles through me while his eyes spark, fueling my core. “You’re cute when you blush.” He rubs our noses against each other.

“Why’re you way out here when you should be celebrating?” My breathing accelerated.

“I’m beat. I could use a sugar high, sweetness.” Oh, ooooh, is this the ride Brea was talking about?

“You just said you’re tired.”

Strong arms pull me in tighter to his body. “Never too tired for you.” Since I’m still standing on the running board , I decide to throw one leg over and straddle his lap. The steering wheel digs into my back while his shifter digs into my center. “Askin’ for trouble,” he growls, fingertips digging into my hip bones to steady my grinding.

“I heard the ride after the ride is the best. Know anything about that?” I muse, licking my lips for good measure.

“Just might.” His teeth graze my bare shoulder while his hips thrust upward, and I let out a moan. I’m so, so thankful I decided on a sundress for today. “You’re fuckin’ killin’ me.”

“I’m ready for my run. However, I’m the only contestant.” I can feel my smile falter for a split second, and pray he didn’t notice. I don’t need my insecurities showing. “Hope I place.” Biting my bottom lip to hide my slip, I grind down on his hardness.

“Kelsey.” My name coming from his voice, rough but soft, like dead leaves rustling on the ground in the fall, hits me right in the heart. “You’re number one.” Strong hands roam over my neck, back, and shoulders as I try to push back the questions on the tip of my tongue. How many has he said that to in the past? The desert has relocated to my mouth; it’s so dry. I’m desperate to have him at this moment and to know the answer to my question. Calloused hands skim up and down my thighs while my fingers fumble to unbutton his jeans. Once the pesky zipper is finally down, I reach in, warm solid velvet greeting me and I grab a hold of my trophy. Sliding my palm back and forth, his head rises from watching me. “I need your sweetness, baby.”

One hand grips my left hip tightly as the other reaches under my skirt, finding the lace below. With ease, he slides it over, bunching it in his left hand that’s still holding my hip in place. A lone finger slides between my folds as a moan escapes me.

Parker’s lips part, absorbing my plea for more. “Please tell me you’re my prize, that this sweet pussy is mine.” My skin is hypersensitive to his touch, and his words are making it worse. If a body can call out to another, then mine is screaming for his. “Did you wear this sexy sundress for me?” His lips stealing my reply.

“Ah, yes. Parker, please …” He’s testing me, and I’m failing.

“Say you’re my prize. Tell me you want to ride my dick, Kelsey. I want to hear you fuckin’ say it because I damn sure want your beautiful pussy wrapped around me.” That dirty mouth does me in.

“If you want me as your prize, then fuck-” Thrust. He slams into me, fingers biting into the flesh of my hips, and I love it. “Yessss.” The pant escapes me as I’m filled with him.

“Fuckin’ best.” Thrust. “Prize.” Thrust. “Ever.” My head falls back and the pressure of my back causes the horn to honk. I jump up trying to move off of him. “Don’t move.” I freeze and then am jolted forward as he shifts his seat back and continues. “Show me your tricks,” he muses, brow quirked up and that side smile in place.

Glancing around I see no one is surrounding the truck demanding we stop, as I thought. Everyone must be attending the after party. My body adjusts to fit him, but it feels amazing. I start to move, slow at first, but that doesn’t last long. Soon, the only sound that fills the cab is skin slapping skin. Sweat gathers on our bodies while I drown in the pleasure of having him inside me.

Parker pulls me close to him as we move together. Soft lips brush across mine. “I’ll never get enough of you.” We’re so deep in the passion of things, I can’t take his statement to heart, but damn, it’s hard. It flutters around in my ribcage, the betrayer. “Say it again.” I pull away for a moment to gaze into his eyes, and then it hits me, so I never lose my focus on him.

“I’m so very proud of you, Parker.” The whole time, he moves slowly inside me. In and out, pause, in and out. Two becoming one and damn, for the first time in forever, I wish I believed in fairy tales. He kisses me with so much depth, I feel it down to my toes and I cling to him. At this moment, I’m his.

Feeling him inside me brings so many emotions to the surface, emotions I’m not going to deal with. I feel him swell inside me, and I moan, “Parker.” I want him even closer, although we’re as close as two people could ever be.  I arch up as he slams into me, and I fall apart right in his arms. It hits me so hard, it’s unexpected.

“Sweetness, fuckkkk!” His teeth graze my shoulder during his climax, and my head slumps against his, exhausted. I wish I could stay in this moment forever, but now, I have to face the music. A kiss touches my shoulder where his bite marks must be, soothing it. “Kelsey.” Throat full of raw emotion, his voice causes my heart to drop out of my chest. I thought, I don’t know, I thought this meant something, but the regret in his voice doesn’t verify that.

Sliding off him and into the passenger seat, I adjust my dress and try to open the door while he buttons his jeans and slides the seat back up. Even though my heart is currently racing at full speed through my bloodstream, she finds time to let my brain know what she thinks. My brain refuses, but my soul overrules and my mouth speaks in a whisper. “I had to find you after your run and tell you how great you did. I’m … I’m so proud of you, Parker. I get it, trust me, I get what we are. Not that we are a ‘we,’ but you know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t. Tell me.” His growl startles me, and I whirl around to stare at him, his eyes burning.

“I’m not blind!”

“You sure ‘bout that? How’d you go and turn what just happened into shit? Fuck!” His fist slams against the steering wheel.

“Please, you know what the hell this is about.” I try to keep my voice calm to play off my emotions.

“Do you?” There’s a knock on the glass beside Parker. It’s a girl, shocker.

“Might wanna get that. Looks like someone else is looking for a ride too.” I go to open the door, but it’s locked. “Unlock the door.” My voice remains calm.

“Look at me.”

“No. Your next number one is here.” I know how childish I sound, but it’s the least of my worries at this moment.

The sound of his window motor fills the truck. “Hey Parker, Do you-”

“Busy.” And then he rolls it back up. “Fuckin’ look at me, Kelsey.” I don’t. Instead, I focus on the dragonfly that just landed on the hood. “My bare dick was just inside of you. Look. At. Me.”

“That doesn’t entitle you to me.”

“The fuck it doesn’t. I own that sweet pussy. Go, try and see if it wants any other flavor but me. You’ll be fuckin’ mistaken’.”

“Just might.”

“You do and that’ll be the last time you have me.”

“Maybe I don’t want you.”

“Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

“You’re an arrogant asshole.”

“Well, you attacked me for my dick today, so I must not be that bad.”

I jerk on the door handle. “Unlock this or I’ll break it.”

“Kiss me.”

I scoff. “Are you insane?”

“Again, you were just ridin’ my dick. I know you’re pissed now because you don’t understand it, but I still need a kiss.”

“Go kiss another girl.” I cross my arms.

“I don’t want any other girl.” My heart flutters. He leans over and wraps a hand around my wrist, untangling my arms. “I want you.” When I lean in to kiss him, he pulls away. “But I want you to want me just as bad as I want you.” I stare at him, dumbfounded. “I want you to crave me, and I always get what I want.”

Click.

The door unlocks, and I scurry out. Away from him and away from the feelings he erupts in me. 

No, thank you. Emotionless is my comfort zone.

REVIEW

I received a ARC in exchange for a honest review. 

4.5* read. 

This is the second book in the series but can be read as a stand-alone. This is Kelsey and Parker's story. Kelsey is best friends with Brealynn who is Parkers brothers Colt's girlfriend. When Parker and Kelsey have a one night stand he doesn't expect to be living with her after but that's what happens when his brother and girlfriend move in together and invite Kelsey to move into the spare room. How are they suppose to resist each other when all that separates their room is a joint bathroom. I do love a love hate romance, the chemistry is always extra electric. At times though there was too much hate between them that you wanted to bang their heads together and tell them to grow up but it made for great reading if not frustrating at times. I went on their rollercoaster journey with them through all the drama and rough times I went on their emotional ride. Mix all that with some hot BMXing and you get one enjoyable ride. 

I can't wait for Jamie's story next and seeing what happens there.

I’m Texas proud with the accent to prove it. During the day I wear scrubs as a cape and try to save the world one patient at a time as a nurse. At night, mainly Friday nights, you can find me with a glass of wine faithfully by my side while I type away on the computer.  I seem to get my days and nights mixed up, because my best ideas come around midnight, so I’m a complete night owl. I have a long-term boyfriend who puts up with my crazy and a black lab named Sadie AKA Sadie Lady. In the in-between times of my life, I’m just tryin’ to survive my twenties with beer, good friends and fun adventures!

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Closed Heart by Willa Thorne

Title: Closed Heart

Author: Willa Thorne

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 Release Date: February 18, 2016

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Jackson Rochester's stare pierces through Elyse Mendez's soul, stirring her wildest fantasies. She can’t deny her body’s response to him, but she can control her mind - and her mind is telling her that if Jackson knew the secret she's holding, that he would ruin her.

Jackson is intensely passionate and sinfully dirty. He's a billionaire playboy who has an eye for Elyse, a youth center volunteer, blogger, and college student. Her avoidance of him only makes him more determined to break down her walls - but after he strips her bare, will the cost of the truth be too much for even Jackson to handle?

This is a standalone novel with a HEA. It features characters from The Manhattan Tales series, but can be read completely on its own.

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Willa Thorne lives in Southern New England, just above New York City. She's been writing steamy romance for many years. She enjoys all types of genres, but considers herself a romantic at heart. Coffee and chocolate are just a few of her favorite things. When she's not writing steamy romance, she enjoys walks by the lake and hiking with her husband and rescued pup.

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Molly Part One Series: Angel #1 by Tracy Lorraine

Title: Molly Part One

Series: Angel #1

Author: Tracy Lorraine

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 Release Date: February 18, 2016

Blurb

The only thing Molly has ever needed in life is to be wanted. She has made bad decision after bad decision when it comes to men but when the events of one fateful night changes her life forever will she find what she has always wanted with the one person she never expected?

Ryan thought his life was all planned out with his perfect girl but when tragedy strikes it changes his life forever. When he finds his relationship changing with the person who has helped him through his darkest days will he be able to move on and allow himself to be happy again?

As the chemistry between them threatens to ignite them both it becomes clear that if they give into their desires that they could lose the closest people in their lives.

Will their families accept what is between them?

Is what has developed between them worth the risk?

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Ryan

I hear a moan behind me and turn around. I almost can’t believe what I’m seeing. It’s Molly but, fucking hell, she looks like every man’s wet dream. She’s had her hair coloured back to her natural rich brown and cut so it rests just on top of her breasts. She is wearing a blouse that is unbuttoned enough so I get a cheeky peek of her cleavage and her legs and arse are shown off nicely in a pair of skin-tight dark jeans. And the shoes, fuck me, the shoes are so sexy. When I eventually meet her eyes her normal chocolate colour is almost black and the way she is looking at my half exposed body makes me think she wants to run her tongue over every line and muscle. I’m instantly hard.

“Molly,” My voice comes out as a groan as I make my way to stand in front of her. In her high heels the top of her head comes in line with my chin, not to the middle of my chest like normal. She is staring straight into my eyes and I can’t help but think that she wants this as much as I do. I watch as she slowly leans her head to the side and moves forward until her lips softly brush mine, I feel my dick twitch in response to her simple touch.

Then it’s as if our control snaps at the same time because all of sudden our mouths crash together and our tongues touch for the first time. Her hands thread through my hair as mine go to her arse to pull her body up against mine. I hear her moan as I run my hands up her sides and gently brush the underside of her breasts causing her to suck on my tongue. God, how I want her to do that to something else. My mouth leaves hers as I trail kisses across her jaw and down her neck.

“Ryan,” I hear her whisper. My hands go to unbutton her blouse as I suck on her earlobe, I’m dying to get a taste of her nipples.

“Ryan,” I hear her groan again as I slip her blouse off and my hands go to her back to release her bra. “Ryan,” she’s getting louder now and her chest his rising and falling in excitement.

“Oh, Molly.” I slide the straps over her shoulders preparing myself for what’s to come. I’m so turned on, I don’t want to cum in my pants like a teenager at just the sight of her perfect tits.

“Ryan.” My eyes travel from her eyes down to her exposed – “Ryan,” she shouts this time. I suddenly feel my head snap up and my eyes begrudgingly open.

Fuck, it was a dream.

I look towards my bedroom door and see Molly stood there smiling at me.

“Having a good dream were we?” she asks with a knowing smirk.

“Shit,” I say under my breath but from the raised eyebrow I get from her I guess she heard.

“Breakfast will be ready in fifteen, so get up,” she says as she turns to leave. Just before she disappears from my sight she looks back and says, “I’d have a cold shower if I was you!”

“Ugh,” I groan as I look at myself, I’m completely out from under the covers, my boxer briefs are barely containing my very obvious excitement and I’m covered in a sheen of sweat.

“Fuck,” I mutter as I drag my body out of bed to follow Molly’s advice. I wonder as I brush my teeth, do I need to buy a lock for my bedroom door or is it time I got myself laid? That must be it, I wouldn’t be thinking about my best friend like that if I were getting some.

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Tracy Lorraine is fast approaching thirty and lives in a cute Cotswold village in England with her husband and slightly crazy dog. Having always been a bookaholic with her head stuck in her Kindle Tracy decided to try her hand at a story idea she had dreamt up. Molly has been in production for a while now but at last Tracy feels she is ready to be set free.

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Fade into You (Shaken Dirty, #3) by Tracy Wolff

Meet bad boy rocker Wyatt in Fade Into You.

This new rock star romance by Tracy Wolff is NOW LIVE!  #shakendirty

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A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint...

She’s one addiction he can’t resist.

Wyatt Jennings has been called a lot of things by the media. Bad-boy rocker. Intense drummer. Addict.

Finally out of rehab and desperate for a fresh start, Wyatt rejoins his mega-platinum rock band Shaken Dirty as they prepare for their world tour. But Wyatt’s demons are never far behind, always nipping at his heels for one. More. Fix.

Enter Poppy Germaine, the band’s new social media consultant. A beautiful bombshell who somehow manages to get underneath Wyatt’s skin, Poppy’s an addiction Wyatt can get behind. And even though she’s with the label—and therefore off-limits—he craves her. Needs her.

Except Poppy isn’t actually a social media consultant. She’s the daughter of the label’s CEO, sent undercover to babysit Wyatt and keep him from falling off the wagon again. Proving herself to her father is Poppy’s only goal—until she finds herself in Wyatt’s bed. But if Wyatt discovers the truth, it could send him spiraling all over again…

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4.5* read. 

Although this is part of a series it can be read as a stand-alone which is what I did as I'd never read any others from this series before this one. After reading this though ill defiantly be going back to read the others. 

Wyatt is part of a band but has been in rehab and just got out. On his first night back in the band he sees poppy outside and sparks immediately fly. Poppy has been sent to keep an eye on Wyatt but she doesn't realise it's him at first till it's too late. Under a cover story poppy keeps an eye on Wyatt but also starts to fall for him. Wyatt and poppy together are hot and I loved the relationship they had. The struggles Wyatt faced just staying clean was heartbreaking

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She shouldn’t be doing this. She absolutely shouldn’t be doing this.

Every argument Poppy had given herself in the last three days—and especially the last thirty minutes, since Wyatt quit the band—went round and round in her head as she slid her hands around to cup Wyatt’s ass so that she could take him deeper.

She ignored them all—every argument, every worry, every consequence she knew would come from this—and concentrated instead on giving him as much pleasure as he’d given her. On making him feel as good as he made her feel.

Doing this was stupid; she knew it with every fiber of her being. Bad for her job, bad for her future, and—she was beginning to be more than a little afraid—bad for her heart. But how could she not give him this after seeing the vulnerability in his eyes?

How could she not take him inside of herself when that one glimpse had let her see just how lost he felt? How desperately he wanted, needed, to connect with someone?

She would be that someone.

Not because of her job, not because of her ambitions or the label or any of the reasons why she’d come here. But because of Wyatt. Because of the way he touched her, the way he held her, the way—three times now—he was so determined to give her pleasure when the other guys she’d known had always only been out for themselves.

She wanted to make him feel good so badly, to get him outside of his head for a little while and show him that he was worth it. That after the hell he’d been through he deserved all the pleasure he could take. All the pleasure she could give him.

And so she sucked him deeper still, and as she did, she scratched her nails over the flat, muscled plane of his abdomen. Down his perfectly defined V-cut. Along the light happy trail that led from his navel to his groin. He was beautiful, so fucking beautiful, his skin pale, his hair soft and silky, his muscles long and lean.

For a moment, just a moment, she thought about how he’d gotten this lean, this toned, this hard. Thought of the drugs and the horrors of withdrawal and the hours he must have spent exercising just to keep from going out of his mind. It didn’t turn her off, didn’t make her feel sorry for him, though it did make her feel for him. As did the still fading track marks she could see ghosting along the veins that ran on the outside of his hips.

She wanted to touch them, to lick her way along them in an effort to soothe away all the hurt and ugliness they represented. But something deep inside warned her it would ruin everything if she did, and so she settled on letting him slip out of her mouth so she could press hot, open-mouthed kisses on first one hip and then the other. And if her heart broke just a little at all the pain he had suffered, well then, nobody had to know that but her.

Wyatt groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she pushed his T-shirt up and out of the way so that she could see, touch, taste more of him.

She skimmed her way across his stomach, kissing every inch of exposed skin she could get her lips on. But then the shirt fell down, covering him up again, and she made a sound of frustration deep in her throat. She hadn’t been able to see him in that alley the other night. She wasn’t about to let that happen here.

He must have recognized the source of her frustration—or maybe he just wanted the shirt gone as much as she did. Either way, it took only a second for Wyatt to rip the offending garment over his head and drop it on the ground next to her torn panties. As he did, the muscles of his chest and stomach flexed and bunched, and it was all she could do to keep her tongue in her mouth.

Because, dear God, the man was sporting the first ten pack she had ever seen up close and personal. Hell, it was the only ten pack she’d ever seen, period. She knew drummers were ripped, knew they used their core more than pretty much any other musicians out there, but still. Wyatt had been toned when he’d gone to rehab. Now…now he looked like a god.

The marketing expert in her couldn’t wait to see what Tumblr had to say about this new development, while the rest of her just wanted to get her hands—and mouth—on him.

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Tracy Wolff

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Tracy Wolff collects books, English degrees and lipsticks and has been known to forget where--and sometimes who--she is when immersed in a great novel. At six she wrote her first short story--something with a rainbow and a prince--and at seven she forayed into the wonderful world of girls lit with her first Judy Blume novel. By ten she'd read everything in the young adult and classics sections of her local bookstore, so in desperation her mom started her on romance novels. And from the first page of the first book, Tracy knew she'd found her life-long love. Now an English professor at her local community college, she writes contemporary romance and erotic romance as Tracy Wolff, paranormal romance and urban fantasy as Tessa Adams and young adult novels as Tracy Deebs.

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