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Beautifully Destroyed

By: Sandra Love

Synopsis:

One Mistake.

One Pill.

Equals a lifetime of being destroyed.

Toria Jacob’s had it all; rich parents, a
little sister that looked up to her, and also she was the most popular girl in
school. A cheerleader. A quarterback boyfriend. Great friends. She was a role
model, until the day she decided to destroy everything. It started with a
harmless party, and then she was offered a pill. She became hooked.

Now years have passed, she is now a high school
dropout, and homeless. She is also addicted to that pill that destroyed her
life. Until the day she meets Jeb Turner, owner of Turner Hotels. He is
determined to save this beautiful girl. But is Toria beyond destroyed to being
saved? Will Toria destroy Jeb, and lure him over to her broken hell?

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Sandra Love is a new to the author world,
publishing her first book in 2013. She currently lives in Michigan, with her
son and partner. Sandra is very lucky to have a sister Amanda, who has been
there with her through everything, including helping her BETA reading her books.
She is also very lucky to have her editor Genevieve Scholl. Sandra has four
cats, Stubby, Odin, Thor and Freya. She loves to spend hours reading her favorite
authors and writing. Her favorite genres are Paranormal, supernatural and
romance. Sandra's first series of books (Broken Wings) is a Supernatural
romance. She currently has 5 books out, Broken, Broken Hearts: Kaleigh’s
Revenge, Broken Prophecy and To Love Again. She also writes under a pen name
Diamond Davenport. The book is called Summer in Dallas. She just finished
writing Beautifully Destroyed with is due out late April or early May. She
looks up to ALL authors, and loves reading their books. Look forward to many
more books by her.

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Talon

By: Shevawn Michelle

Cover Reveal April 22nd

Life has a funny way to get us to where we ultimately belong. Even if that isn't what we had pictured for ourselves.

Talon had it all, so he thought. A nice home, a great career, a wife whom he loved more than life itself. For most, it takes a lifetime to achieve your dreams, but for some those dreams are achieved early with determination and hard work. That was Talon. But one tragic accident would strip him of everything.

Kimberlyn is a single nurse, who spent three years of her life scraping by to save enough money to buy her dream home. That dream home brought her to Talon. When Kimberlyn enters the picture, can she help put the pieces of Talon's life back together? Or is he already too far gone?

Shevawn Michelle lives in a small town just south of Atlanta, Georgia with her husband, three furbabies, a turtle, and two hermit crabs. When she isn't writing, she's reading and blogging. She has a love for fishing, campfires, and grilling out with her family and friends. You can connect with her here:

www.facebook.com/shevawnmichelle

shevawnmichelle@gmail.com

Goodreads ~ https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25319115-talon?ac=1

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At seventeen years old, Courtney Apuzzo is fed up. With a dead mom and an alcoholic father that beats her every chance he gets, Courtney decides that enough is enough. Packing up only what she needs, Courtney leaves home without telling a soul and heads off to find her new life.

Life on her own is not exactly as she thought it would be. With nowhere to stay, Courtney finds herself sleeping on an old stoop in an abandoned apartment alleyway. A chance meeting with a new group of friends seems like a great beginning to her second chance at a real life. But everything is not as it seems.

Tricked into a life she never wanted and fears, Courtney needs to run away, again. She needs to find a way out of this new and dangerous life. With the help from a man she barely knows, will Courtney find her way out? Or will she find herself on the run from a dangerous past, and a hopeless future? Faced with a choice that will change her life forever.

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While growing up, S.M. would travel the roads around her house while imagining she was somewhere else. Her imagination would take her everywhere, making the long hot summer days seem shorter throughout her fantasies.

At the age of twelve, she decided to write her first book. Filled mostly with dialog, she filled up one-hundred pages, front and back. After taking the book downstairs to show her mom, and persuading her to buy her more paper, she excitedly ran back to her room. As she barreled through the door, S.M. tripped over items left on her floor, and her papers came raining down in her room. Discouraged, she stood there in tears, picking up her papers and throwing them in the trash. Her work had no organization, no numbers on her pages, just a child fulfilling a joy that she would put down and not pick up again.

When she became older, she joined the military for something different. In that time, she was able to explore many places and even met her husband in Iraq. After coming home, she started her family in Arizona and went back to school, earning a Master's degree in Adult Education and Training.

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In my mind I’m in a facility that’s on constant lock down, staring down a long hallway. A row of gunmetal gray doors lines the powder blue walls.

Somebody lets out a shattering wail of a scream.

My heart squeezes at the broken sound, cracked open and peeled back. It’s raw, like an exposed nerve shivering from so much hurt.

The tone falters into whimpers.

I glance over my shoulder.

Two staff members enters the day room to my far right.

The heavy door clicks shut.

Through the thick glass covering the front of the room, I can see them approaching the guy who is making those heart wrenching sounds.

Another scream splits the stale, artificial air.

Anger this time.

A wooden chair smacks the glass but doesn’t break it, causing me to flinch.

Crashing noises seeps out of the room.

The two male staff members are scrambling to take down the irritable patient, but he’s putting up a good fight.

A piercing buzzer goes off.

It squeals throughout the facility.

Code red!

The horrible sound hurts my ears. I stick my fingers in them and push my back against the wall.

Doors across the room fling open and a dozen workers who are all male storms in, straight to the day room . . . all but one.

The buzzing noise stops.

He breaks from the pack and heads towards me. His hazel eyes lock onto mine. They’re kind, but I note a determination in his stride and the way he holds his broad shoulders in a straight, confident manner.

I shrink back, wondering what he wants from me.

“Rebekkah,” he says, stopping in front of me, “I need you to go to the last room.” He points to the left.

“Huh?” I look up at him, confused, trying to ignore the hollering coming from the other room.

When he bends his head down to look at me, his dark brown bangs fall into his eyes, curtaining them. “There’s a room prepared for you.”

“Why would there be a room for me?” I ask.

He sweeps his bangs out of his face to look at me closely. The corner of his eyes crinkles. “You’ve been stressed out lately,” he says, “and frankly, we think you might be losing your marbles. ”

Wow.

Don’t sugar coat it.

Thanks.

I stand there, staring at him.

What can I say to that? He has a valid point. I have been overwhelmed, dealing with a full-time job that’s been chaotic lately because we’re in the busy season. I also been working on launching my second book in my YA paranormal series, not to mention other things life has been throwing at me.

“C’mon.” He gently takes my elbow and steers me down the hall. “I’ll take you to your room.”

Without protest I allow him to guide me, thinking it might not be so bad to chill out for a while in a nice comfy room. Maybe there will be a bookshelf full of wonderful books I can read.

But when we stop in front of the room, I notice the door has an observation port so a person from the outside can look in. There are also metal secure locks and bolts on the door.

My heart drops.

He opens the door and swings it open. I lean forward and peek inside, feeling the blood drain from my face.

There are cushions lining the walls that look to be made out of leather, and the floor is padded as well. The padding looks to be four inches deep.

I step away, forcing the bile back down my throat.

A strong hand clamps down on my arm.

“It’s for the best,” he tells me.

Before I can make a move, he shoves me foward and slams the door shut. A series of clicks follows.

Somebody shouts, “Lights out!”

And I’m shut into complete darkness.