John W. Mefford on Character Strength & Writing @jwmefford #AmWriting #AmReading #SummerofGreed

What makes you happiest?

A vacation day on the beach with my family. Seagulls swoop down over the kids, who are diving into waves. Maybe one of them is carving out a sand statue or moat. My wife is usually reading. I read a little and observe, and usually take a jog down the beach to the levee and back. Through it all, I realize I’m the luckiest guy on the planet.

Outside of the family bonding, the single most fulfilling activity I’ve ever attempted is writing novels. This comes from a guy who is active and loves all sports. But developing a story that takes the reader on the ride of a lifetime—that’s one of the best gifts I can ever receive.

What’s your greatest character strength?

I have to say I’m a pretty loyal person, to people and to causes. My wife would say (actually she just said it) that my greatest strength and weakness is my drive for perfection. I can’t imagine where she got that from? I don’t have time to think about it either. I’ve got to get back to my fiftieth re-write of my latest book.:)

Why do you write?

To breathe. To live. And to improve. It’s built into my DNA. If I give a rat’s a$$ about something, my mind constantly churns around how I can continue to evolve, especially in every facet of the writing profession. I think it’s safe to admit that I’m at an age when I’m not going to be “discovered” by the Dallas Cowboys, Mavericks or Rangers. But with writing, I can keep striving to reach the next level. My goal is to create pieces of work that are more compelling each time I tap the keyboard.

Have you always enjoyed writing?

In the fourth grade I wrote a story about my mom. When she was a young child she watched in disbelief as her beloved dog was hit and killed by a car. My teacher read my story out loud to the class, and she got a tear in her eye. Watching her feel that emotion from the words I wrote on paper was a profound moment for me. The best thing about that assignment was the freedom my teacher gave me to write the best story I could, with few parameters or limitations.

Unfortunately, I recall most of the rest of my schooling to be so structured it literally sucked the creativity right out of me, and I eventually began to see myself as anything but a writer. And then came the creation of the computer. Re-typing, editing, cutting and pasting...all of the wonderful nearly instant capabilities of using a word processor ignited a spark inside my brain that was always moving at lightning speed. The computer, and what I could do with it, finally was able to keep up with the ideas darting around in my head. I then began developing as a storyteller and as a writer. And the rest…is history.

What motivates you to write?

I write because I have to, if I want to feel all that life has to offer. Like most things I do, I’m motivated by my desire to improve every time I sit down, take in a deep breath and dive into my imagination. I want the next chapter to be more impactful than the previous, the next book to connect more with the reader than the last. I’ve always been that way about everything I do. It’s just how I’m wired, I guess.

What writing are you most proud of?

Actually, it’s the most recent set of chapters I’ve written in book 4 of the Greed series, (title TBD). I thought WICKED GREED (Greed Series #3) knocked it out of the park. Well, so far with book 4, I’m on pace to break the author home run record—without steroids.

Behind the façade of every corporate takeover executives pull levers this way and that, squeezing the last profitable nickel out of the deal. But no one knows the true intent of every so-called merger. 

No one knows the secret bonds that exist. 

An Indian technology giant swallows up another private company that has deep roots in North Texas. For one unassuming man the thought of layoffs, of losing his own job to a bunch of arrogant assholes feels like a kick to the jewels. 

Until the day Michael's life changes forever.   

Perverse alliances. An affair of the heart. A grisly murder. A spiraling string of events thrusts Michael into a life-or-death fight to save a tortured soul and hunt down a brutal killer...one who lurks closer than he ever imagined. 

Greed knows no boundaries.

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Genre – Suspense, Thriller

Rating – R

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Lethal Greed (Greed Series #2) by @JWMefford #NewRelease #SummerOfGreed #Suspense

Lethal Greed by John W. Mefford
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Overall rating based on plot, characters and writing
5 stars

Initial thoughts - You know that opening scene in Revenge 3 when Emily gets shot and you jump a teensy bit. That is what the opening chapter did to me. It doesn't make sense AT ALL. But when Mefford links it all, prepare to be mind blown.

Pros - Easily everything about this book. Writing that rocks and a plot that makes your heart go ba-dump. Mefford doesn't waste his time beating around the bush. Here's the plot, let's go and then you don't know what hit you. The depiction of drug use was scary. The twists and turns about how illicit drugs actually end up with a teenager was even worse.

Cons - 1. Some of the dialogue was stilted. 2. Apparently we have to wait a whole month for the next book. Humbug.

In the end, I say - Go get this book NOW. If you like suspense, thrillers or mysteries, you will like both books in the Greed Series.

Disclosure - As a Quality Reads UK Book Club member, I received a free copy of this book in exchange for my honest review. I received no monetary compensation for my book review. This book review is based on my thoughts, opinion and understanding of the book. This book review does not reflect the opinion of other book club members.

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10 Things You Didn't Know About Belinda Garcia Vasquez @MagicProse #Romance #Suspense

1. I am a closet romantic. I write love stories into most of my books. I love to watch romantic movies and read romantic books that make my heart beat fast. I love the famed romantic couples; Rhett and Scarlet; Darcy and Elizabeth, etc.

2. I’m a computer nerd (which is probably why I’m a closet romantic and not a romantic). I worked as a computer programmer and web developer. It’s like a drug, and I now get my fix by working on my website or creating my book covers.

3. I believe in personal power. I once heard that human beings only tap about 4% of their brain. Within everyone lies unimaginable power and strength. Believe in yourself and you can do anything!

4. I love movies. I go nearly every week. I prefer love stories but enjoy action-packed movies that my husband likes. Feel-good movies and funny comedies are the best; but so is a touching movie that stirs the emotions, leaving my cheeks wet with tears.

5. When little, I would stand up on a chair to dry dishes and count the silverware. Thank goodness for DVD players. When I used to watch a tape on a VCR, I would have to cover the numbers with a towel else I’d be adding them up as the movie played down. I think the counting is related to my nerdicitis.

6. I love to dance.

7. I’m a bit too independent. My father abandoned my family when I was 11 and my mother was ill so I would walk to a strip mall to buy my school clothes and supplies, etc. I was sort of on my own. When I was 16, my mother died, I was pretty much on my own.

8. I’m crazy about Zumba, a Latin-dance-exercise. I attend a class 4 or 5 days a week. I spend so much time sitting at my desk that Zumba keeps me limber. For some reason, when my mind is relaxed, my brain likes to start writing. I start hearing dialogue in my head, or narration starts writing. I have to run to my notebook, do some scribbling, and then get back in line to continue the song.

9. I never worry. It’s a total waste of time and doesn’t change anything. Worrying is frustrating and nerve-wracking. My philosophy has always been, don’t worry about the fire until you see the flames!

10. I have great faith in God, though I confess I rarely attend church. From the time I was six until the age of 16, when my brother and I were forced out of our home by the man who owned the mortgage, I used to lie on the roof of our shed and talk to God about my life. He was a great listener and many times helped me and still does in my life. God has literally reached out and touched me, and no one can ever convince me that He doesn’t exist.

The last thing Miranda ever expected was to see her brother’s ghost at the fallen Twin Towers.

It’s bad enough survivor Christopher Michaels scares her with claims that if one dies violently, his ghost will haunt the place that holds his name. And to top it all, one of those thousands of ghosts follows Miranda to her hotel. The only certainty is the ghost grabbing her under the covers is not Jake.

Their parents’ deaths separated Miranda from Jake when they were kids. Michaels insists Jake brought them together and it’s no coincidence that of thousands mourning at Ground Zero, it’s his best friend she bumps into. Some best friend. Michaels is more like a moocher. The cheapskate never has money, just a blood-stained wallet he broods over. Miranda has no choice but to hang out with the weird Michaels in order to unravel her brother’s past.

As Miranda spends time with Michaels, she begins to wonder who he really is. Against her better judgment, Miranda becomes emotionally entangled with Michaels, a bitter alcoholic with a secret linked to her brother and that blood-stained wallet.

I Will Always Love You is part mystery, suspense and romance, a novel that will keep the reader turning the pages!

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Rating – PG

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#Excerpt from Birth of an Assassin by @Stone_Rik #Crime #GoodReads #AmReading

Otto’s mind takes him back to finding his mother at the Serbsky Institute.

Inmates had jittered and made signs at him as he made his way through the corridors. “Please help me,” he heard from some and, “They have me here because of my political beliefs,” from others. They’d reached out to him as he passed, and his insides had quaked. With the stench of piss and shit everywhere, revulsion filled him. But he’d felt no compassion for these people. He hadn’t given a fuck about them. Only his mother mattered.

“This way,” the nurse had said. “She’s through here.”

He found her in a large open room. She sat on the only piece of furniture in it. The chair was pushed back against the wall and she rocked slightly, staring blankly into nothingness. Spittle leaked from her mouth and she was barely recognizable as the woman he loved. Her long, luxurious, oily-black hair had been shaven to the skin. Her teeth had somehow been removed and her formerly full face had caved in because of it. Like a corpse, she was yellowed and sunken. Only 47 years old and she looked twice that. He’d wished he hadn’t found her and cried bitterly – in front of those sadistic bastards that called themselves nurses.

More like prison guards. And in reality, that’s what they were. Soviet dissidents ended up in places like Serbsky, out of harm’s way. In mental hospitals where they could be abused and broken. Somewhere to extinguish credibility. He’d seen those inmates beaten, teeth punched or kicked from their faces. And if they still didn’t bow to the might of the people, enforced lobotomy wasn’t unheard of as a final step.

With desperation, he’d hoped his mother hadn’t suffered such cruelty.

*

And now, somehow, she’d made it through to 60. Why, oh why had she lasted this long? All those years, and still she rocked on that old wooden chair and stared at nothing. How could life be this cruel?

He remembered the first time he’d visited the asylum in full Spetsnaz uniform. After calling several of the nurses together, he said, “I know you all have military connections. On that basis, I won’t explain this uniform. Each of you has some sort of responsibility to my mother. The good news is you’re about to receive an extra income. The bad news: if you don’t look after my mother properly and see she gets the kind of care and nourishment she needs, I may have to call on my KGB colleagues. I hope we all understand what that could mean.”

Memories dissolved as he entered the large open room. On his instructions, her hair had been left to grow. But now it was too long and no one had shown it a comb. Still she rocked, gazing into nothingness with the expression of a lunatic on her face.

The burly warder turned to leave but Otto grabbed his arm. “We have an agreement. Next time I come here, I expect my mother to be presentable. Look at her, her hair hasn’t had attention for who knows how long. She needs a bath and a change of clothes. She looks like she’s just puked down them.”

“I err…,” the nurse spluttered with a voice too high for his size.

“Fuck you and your errs. Why do I pay you people so much? I’ll say this once. If I’m not satisfied with the way she looks next time I come, I’ll personally see to it that you have teeth to match hers. And each time after that, I’ll take you a step further down that road. Clear enough?”

“Yes, Captain. I’ll see to it myself.”

The nurse left and Otto looked at his mother. His heart brimmed. The only woman he’d ever loved – could ever love. He got down on his honkers, and took her hand. No sign of recognition, but at least she didn’t pull away.

“Hello, Mother, how are you today?”

Set against the backdrop of Soviet, post-war Russia, Birth of an Assassin follows the transformation of Jez Kornfeld from wide-eyed recruit to avenging outlaw. Amidst a murky underworld of flesh-trafficking, prostitution and institutionalized corruption, the elite Jewish soldier is thrown into a world where nothing is what it seems, nobody can be trusted, and everything can be violently torn from him.

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Lazar’s Target (Jack Lazar #Series) by Kevin Sterling @KSterlingWriter #Mystery #Action #Suspense

Edinburgh, Scotland

“How’s your breakfast?” Annabel asked as she sat down at the kitchen table across from her husband, coffee cup in hand. It was a beautiful, cool morning, and she loved the way the sun streamed through the lace curtains at the bay window and bathed the breakfast nook in warm light.

Mark smiled at her, his green eyes sparkling. “Absolutely perfect. Just like you.”

Brian, their son, dropped the fork to his plate. “Gross!”

The young lad was just eleven, so his hormones hadn’t quite surged enough to spark an interest in girls, much less give him an understanding of why his parents made goo-goo eyes at each other.

“Finish your food,” Mark said, checking his watch. “We have to leave here in less than ten minutes if we hope to get you to school on time.”

“Yes, your highness.”

Mark laughed as he looked toward his wife and shrugged. It was apparent he had no interest in correcting his son’s arguably disrespectful sarcasm, apparently because he thought the cuteness factor overrode the infraction.

Annabel narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brow. “Is that any way to address your father, young man?”

“Sorry.” Brian turned toward his dad and offered a sharp salute. “Yes, sir!”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Impossible.”

Mark and Brian grinned as they exchanged a fraternal look of understanding. The two seemed more like buddies than father and son.

Annabel hadn’t felt this way about her husband in years. They had always been happy and got along just fine, but this was like puppy love. And it was all thanks to Mark’s premature heart attack a couple of months ago, which gave them both a slap of reality in the face as well as a reminder of how precious life really was.

They didn’t even know Mark had a heart condition. He was a marathon runner, for God’s sake, with healthy blood pressure and low cholesterol, and there was no history of coronary problems in his family. Yet, an episode of ventricular fibrillation came out of nowhere, seizing him in the middle of the night. And if it were not for Annabel’s proficiency with CPR to resuscitate his heart before the ambulance arrived, he probably would have ended up with brain damage. Or worse.

Annabel didn’t work outside the home anymore, but those years of nursing school and her stint at Western General Hospital had finally paid off in spades.

The cardiologist said Mark had an arrhythmia, and it was likely to surface again, though one could never predict when or where. So he installed an S-ICD, or subcutaneous implantable cardioverter-defibrillator, in Marks’ chest, which would virtually eliminate his risk of sudden cardiac death. Even better, his doctor was able to enroll him in a clinical trial with a company in Denmark that gave him the latest, state-of-the-art version of such a device absolutely free.

The apparatus was supposed to be a medical breakthrough with features far beyond a normal S-ICD, but the most important thing to Annabel was that she had her husband back, and she had never adored him more than right now.

“What time should I expect you this evening?” she asked.

“I have a lecture at three o’clock, but I plan to come home after that. So, perhaps around four thirty?”

“Early? How nice!” She gave him a suggestive smile after ensuring Brian wasn’t looking. “Perhaps you and I can spend a little quality time together before dinner. I bought something at the mall the other day that I’ve been waiting to show you.”

The man had an arrhythmia, not blocked arteries, so he could use the exercise.

His eyes brightened. “Really? Well, I look forward to it.”

Brian looked back and forth at them, inquisitively. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Well, uh,” Mark stammered. “Your mother and I need to…um…go over the family budget.”

“Really? So that’s what ‘quality time’ means?”

Annabel raised an eyebrow and smiled. “As far as you’re concerned, young man, it most certainly does.”

“Huh. Okay.”

The room fell quiet for a moment, the air soft and serene until a well of disturbing energy erupted around them. Mark clutched at his chest with his right hand as his body convulsed, and he looked toward Annabel with a chilling fear in his eyes.

“Mark?” she asked. “What’s happening?”

“Annabel!” He reached out with his left hand as the convulsions continued. Then they stopped, and he fell off his chair to the floor.

Brian’s eyes welled with fear. “Dad!”

“No!” Annabel sped around the table and dropped to her knees. She dug her fingers into Mark’s neck and didn’t feel a pulse, so she immediately rolled him onto his back and started pumping his chest.

“Brian!” she screamed. “Call 9-9-9, and have them send an ambulance!”

Brian just stood there with tears streaming down his face.

“Go! Now!”

“Okay!” He ran to the phone and started dialing, after which she could hear his shaky voice instructing the operator to send help.

Mark’s eyes stayed wide open and lifeless as she closed off his nose, descended to his mouth and puffed air into his lungs. Then she reared back up and continued pumping on him. But there was no effect at all.

“Mark, goddamnit! Don’t do this to me! Please!”

She worked on him for almost fifteen minutes until the paramedics arrived and took over with a portable defibrillator, manual respirator and injections of adrenaline. They descended on him with expert efficiency and skill, but nothing they did made the slightest difference. It was like someone had flipped a kill switch, and Mark was never coming back.

Annabel sensed Mark’s spirit drifting away, his figure seeming to fade into a blurry light right in front of her like a scene-ending camera shot from a Hitchcock movie. It was the most haunting and soul-chilling experience of her life, and the worst part was she couldn’t do anything about it. Evil forces had descended on her perfect little home again, but this time they were set on taking her husband with them.

After another ten minutes of battling with his lifeless body, the paramedics finally gave up and pronounced him dead on the scene. The two men pulled away, settled back on their heels, dropped their arms in resignation, and sighed.

The older of the two looked up, his face straining in anguish. “I am so sorry.”

Annabel pulled her son into her arms and turned his face away. They cried together as she wondered what could have possibly happened.

“James Bond Meets Fifty Shades of Grey”

Immerse yourself in the world class novels that combine action, mystery & suspense with tantalizing and tastefully written erotica. You’ll find all your sensibilities roused at once with Kevin Sterling’s ultra-sexy, action-packed Jack Lazar Series.

In this fourth action-packed thriller, Jack travels to Denmark for a business venture, but what seems to be a textbook transaction turns into a nightmare after he gets involved with Katarina, a vivacious Danish girl who apparently lacks a moral compass, not to mention an off button. After naively believing their liaison was just a random encounter, Jack discovers she’s connected to his business deal, and there’s a dangerous political group with skin in the game, too.

Katarina makes a convincing case of being a victim, not part of the conspiracy, but can Jack really trust her?

The firestorm gets out of control as Jack digs deeper, unearths the convoluted plot behind it all, and discovers that innocent people are being heartlessly killed. He’s not only horrified by the reason why it’s happening, but how it’s being done, and there appears to be no way to stop it from occurring again.

Then the scheme’s real objective emerges, launching Jack into action with intelligence operatives to prevent it. But that’s not so easy with assassins on Jack’s tail, forcing him to struggle for survival while trying to prevent Katarina from getting caught in the crossfire.

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#Author Rik Stone on Who Supports Him the Most @stone_rik #crime #suspense

How do you work through self-doubt and fear?

I ignore it for the purpose of work, but it never goes away so I guess I live with it.

What is your greatest character strength?

I lose the plot occasionally, but I am focused and determined by nature so I don’t stay down for long.

What is your weakest character trait?

I suffer from being oversensitive… big time!

Why do you write?

You should as soon ask why I breathe.

Have you always enjoyed writing?

No I used to write specifications when I was in IT and wasn't very happy with it at all. I've been writing fiction for around 10 years and have loved it from day one

What motivates you to write?

The desire to create the perfect novel. I know, no such thing, but you have to have a dream.

What writing are you most proud of?

My debut novel, birth of an assassin http://www.amazon.com/Birth-of-an-Assassin- ebook/dp/B00DIFVC3S/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1380132945&sr=1-1&keywords=rik+stone

What genre of books do you adore?

I love a good thriller, but I was also once addicted to both Terry Pratchet and Tolkien.

What do you hope your obituary will say about you?

He's been telling us for the last 90 years he wasn't well, looks like he was right.

Location and life experiences can really influence writing, tell us where you grew up and where you live now?

I grew up in the slums of north east England and now live in a nice area in south-east England. And you’re right about influence, what I write is akin to my own experiences, albeit they are grossly exaggerated.

How did you develop your writing?

I guess you learn the most from the mistakes you make along the way, which means I must be pretty good by now.

Where do you get your inspiration from?

Real life, but mostly good old imagination.

What marketing works for you?

Blog tours, I hope.

Do you plan to publish more books?

Birth of an Assassin is the first in a series. Book 2&3 are written, but both require one more redraft.

What else do you do to make money other than write? It is rare today for writers to be full time?

I’m very lucky with that one. I took an early retirement at 50 and live on a company pension, so I can give my full time to writing… and I do.

What other jobs have you had in life?

I worked in shipyards before going into the merchant Navy. When I came ashore, I worked in a quarry. Redundancy took me to Ford Motor Co. and that was when my life went through a change: I began studying. Working my way through the lower level stuff, I moved on to study for a bachelor's degree in mathematics-and-computing and moved into the IT sector of the company.

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

I love living in England, but I’m sure I’d be as happy to settle anywhere else. I probably am, but I don’t care to believe I’m held down by roots.

How do you write laptop pen and paper in bed at a desk?

All of those things plus iPad and when out walking I might use a Dictaphone.

Where do you get support from do you have friends in the industry?

No, I receive all the support I need from my wife.

How much sleep do you need to be your best?

Probably eight hours, but I manage on about five.

Is there anyone you would like to acknowledge and thank for their support?

Yes, my wife Sue, she holds me up when I'm down and keeps me buoyant when I'm unsure. Other than that she does everything to look after me, having said that her cooking leaves something to be desired.

Every writer has their own idea about a successful career in writing, what does success in writing look like to you?

If every person who reads my book enjoys it then I've been successful.

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#Author P.T. Macias' 10 Favourite Things @pt_macias #Romance

Ten of my favorite things

by PT Macias

My husband and family

Writing

Reading romance and paranormal books

Red, hot pink and white roses

Jewelry-keys and hearts with precious stones - diamonds, pearls, blue topaz, alexandrite, and aquamarine

Sexy High Heels Shoes, Cowboy boots

Music

Perfume - Ralph, Pleasures, Romance

Laptop

Travel

 

The hard driven, ambitious delta force operative is immune to women. His heart has been destroyed by a treacherous woman and the unexpected loss of his family. These events have driven him nearly into insanity. The hard knocks in life propel him into grasping his emotions, his thoughts, and his physical condition. He focused on his goal. Loco doesn’t allow any type of distractions or obstacles to stop him. His actions and recklessness have earned him his nickname, Loco.

The Infinite power, Razer 8 operatives, are united and linked for infinity. His team mates recognize his pain, anger, and strength is derived from the intense impotency he feels from his loss.

The unexpected mission and unexpected encounter with his soul mate, tests his strength. His mind, heart, and soul recognize his love even before the actual encounter. The ruthless criminals threaten to harm his soul mate, pushing and transforming him into a fearless warrior.

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Ghost is an old-fashioned Southern boy fighting hard to forget his pain. He’s forced to protect his Mama and sister from their abusive Pa. Ghost is strong, silent, and soft spoken. He works hard against all obstacles and hurt.

Ghost grows up to become a Delta Force. He meets and falls for a hot Latina who sets him on fire! She captures his soul and brightens his world. He would do anything to protect her.

Duty calls and he’s forced to leave her unprotected. The unspeakable happens! Ghost calls on Infinity. Infinity aids to extract his woman from the clutches of a soulless prostitution mob. Time is running out!

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Bulldog is the youngest of the Razer 8 Delta Force Operatives. He enjoys life. He’s called upon to help out one of his team operative. Infinity is there.

He runs into Katherine Morgan, a sweet young victim. In the the process of extraction he gets caught by the prostitution gang. They mistake him with being her boyfriend.

Bulldog grabs onto that line and poses as her boyfriend. In the process of rescuing Katherine from the mob he becomes entangled in her web. Will Bulldog’s skills and training save him from falling under her spell? Will he be able to outrun the mob and his soul?

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Redfox, Razer 8 operative mission is to infiltrate the Police Commissioner’s office and home. He has 72 hours to gather the intel on the Commissioner’s dirty business.

Redfox charms his way into the Commissioner’s home, throwing him into the arms of his soul mate. The unexpected love rocks his world and the success his mission.

The Commissioner’s daughter, Marsha Diane Bryant is a lovely sweet young girl. She falls under Redfox spell and unconditionally bestows her soul.

Redfox fears losing his soul mate in the process of completing his mission. Can their love survive the storm?

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Genre – Romantic Suspense

Rating – PG 13

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