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Rebel Love by Michelle St. James
Title: Rebel Love
Series: Kings of Corruption #2
Author: Michelle St. James
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 5, 2017
Blurb
A brash mercenary with his own brand of justice. The determined woman his family almost destroyed.
Locke Montgomery has only one purpose — atone for a sin that has tortured him for nearly a decade.
With the hard-earned billions from the sale of his tech company, Locke created a new identity that’s perfect cover for the mercenary organization that doles out justice to those who have avoided it. He spends his off time planning new and reckless ways to test the boundaries while dreaming about the one woman who stole his heart.
The one woman who will never give him a second chance.
Elle Matheson has finally rebuilt the bookstore run by her parents before the corporation that put them out of business drove her dad to a heart attack.
Working in the little beachside shop surrounded by the smell of ink and paper, she can almost forget the pain of finding out the company that ruined her life was owned by the family of the man she loved. But when another mega-store threatens to expand across the street, Elle’s nightmare seems to be playing out all over again. Then she runs into the one man who could make the situation worse — the one responsible for the demise of her parent’s dream.
She promises herself she’ll only give him five minutes in a coffee shop, but before she knows it Locke is showing up at the store, sending her flowers, pulling her into his high-stakes, adventurous life.
And she’s falling every bit as hard as she did the first time.
But when she uncovers the terrible truth about Locke’s line of work she’s forced to admit there are only two possibilities; either Locke has never been anything but wrong for her, or some rules are meant to be broken —in life and in love.
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Praise for the Mob Boss Series
"Romantic and intriguing. A gripping read!"
- NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely
"Dark, seductive, compelling, and hot as HELL."
- USA Today Bestselling Author Lili Valente
“Hot sensuality and gripping suspense. Brace yourself for a perfect romantic journey!"
- NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Angel Payne
"From page one you're sucked into this corrupt, thrilling world. A masterful romance of deep dark suspense, complicated emotions, and exciting action."
- New York Times bestseller, M.J. Rose
Excerpt
She looked up at him, looming over her, his eyes flashing with desire. Even clothed, he was perfection, his big biceps and broad shoulders straining the fabric of his long-sleeved T-shirt, his erection pushing the bounds of his jeans. But it wasn’t enough.
She wanted to touch him. To feel the heat of his skin under her fingers.
She sat up, ran her hands up his denim-clad thighs, let them snake under his shirt, moisture rushing to her sex when her fingers finally came in contact with the heat of his skin, the ripple of his abs.
She touched her lips to the skin just above the button on his jeans, and he hissed as her tongue snaked out to taste the salt on his skin. He held her head in his hands while she undid the button, unzipped his jeans, reached in to free his cock.
He groaned as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him long and slow.
He gently removed her hand. “I think we better save that for later.”
She leaned back on the bed. He’d always been a considerate lover. Someone who liked to take his time, to make sure he’d wrung every drop of pleasure from her before he took his own.
“What are you going to do to keep me busy until then?” she asked.
He stripped off his shirt, then pushed his jeans to the floor.
“I think I’ve got that covered.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
He’d always been beautiful, his cock large and thick, perfectly formed. But now it was part of a larger whole.
Emphasis on the word larger.
His chest was sculpted as if by a master, the defined muscle tapering to rippled abs, a prominent “V” leading downward. His cock stood at attention, the sight of it bringing a visceral pulse between her legs as she imagined him pushing into her. His thighs were muscular without being beefy, the thighs of an athlete — and a world-class lover.
She spread her knees, giving him a glimpse of her pussy, throbbing with need for him. “Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to join me?”
He stepped toward the bed, kneeled on the edge of it until he was nestled between her knees. “Do you have to ask?”
He leaned over her and she gasped as the head of his cock brushed against the sensitive bud of her clit. Then he was stretched out over her, his face inches above her own as he smoothed the hair back from her forehead and looked into her eyes.
“I never thought I’d get to look at you like this again,” he said.
She reached up to smooth the furrows from his brow, wishing it was that easy to take away the pain he’d felt for the last eight years.
Wishing she could erase her own.
“I’m right here,” she said. “Can’t you feel me?”
“I can feel you.” He pushed his hips into hers until his erection slid between her folds, the tip teasing her clit until she squirmed under him. “Can you feel me?”
She locked her hands behind his neck, thrust her hips upward to meet his. “It’s not enough. Make me remember.”
She wanted to touch him. To feel the heat of his skin under her fingers.
She sat up, ran her hands up his denim-clad thighs, let them snake under his shirt, moisture rushing to her sex when her fingers finally came in contact with the heat of his skin, the ripple of his abs.
She touched her lips to the skin just above the button on his jeans, and he hissed as her tongue snaked out to taste the salt on his skin. He held her head in his hands while she undid the button, unzipped his jeans, reached in to free his cock.
He groaned as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him long and slow.
He gently removed her hand. “I think we better save that for later.”
She leaned back on the bed. He’d always been a considerate lover. Someone who liked to take his time, to make sure he’d wrung every drop of pleasure from her before he took his own.
“What are you going to do to keep me busy until then?” she asked.
He stripped off his shirt, then pushed his jeans to the floor.
“I think I’ve got that covered.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
He’d always been beautiful, his cock large and thick, perfectly formed. But now it was part of a larger whole.
Emphasis on the word larger.
His chest was sculpted as if by a master, the defined muscle tapering to rippled abs, a prominent “V” leading downward. His cock stood at attention, the sight of it bringing a visceral pulse between her legs as she imagined him pushing into her. His thighs were muscular without being beefy, the thighs of an athlete — and a world-class lover.
She spread her knees, giving him a glimpse of her pussy, throbbing with need for him. “Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to join me?”
He stepped toward the bed, kneeled on the edge of it until he was nestled between her knees. “Do you have to ask?”
He leaned over her and she gasped as the head of his cock brushed against the sensitive bud of her clit. Then he was stretched out over her, his face inches above her own as he smoothed the hair back from her forehead and looked into her eyes.
“I never thought I’d get to look at you like this again,” he said.
She reached up to smooth the furrows from his brow, wishing it was that easy to take away the pain he’d felt for the last eight years.
Wishing she could erase her own.
“I’m right here,” she said. “Can’t you feel me?”
“I can feel you.” He pushed his hips into hers until his erection slid between her folds, the tip teasing her clit until she squirmed under him. “Can you feel me?”
She locked her hands behind his neck, thrust her hips upward to meet his. “It’s not enough. Make me remember.”
She realized it was what she wanted: not to forget everything that had happened since they’d been apart, but to remember the way it had been when they were together. To remember how it once was and then build something new on top of it, a big open room with walls of glass and no secrets.
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Author Bio
Michelle
St. James aka Michelle Zink is the author of nineteen published books and seven
novellas. Her first series, Prophecy of the Sisters (YA), was one of Booklist's
Top Ten Debut novels. Her work has also been an Indie Next selection and has
appeared on prestigious lists such as the Lonestar List, New York Public
Library's Stuff for the Teen Age, and Chicago Public Library's Best of the
Best. Her books have been published in over thirty countries and translated
into over twenty languages. She lives in New York with too many teenagers and
too many cats.
St. James aka Michelle Zink is the author of nineteen published books and seven
novellas. Her first series, Prophecy of the Sisters (YA), was one of Booklist's
Top Ten Debut novels. Her work has also been an Indie Next selection and has
appeared on prestigious lists such as the Lonestar List, New York Public
Library's Stuff for the Teen Age, and Chicago Public Library's Best of the
Best. Her books have been published in over thirty countries and translated
into over twenty languages. She lives in New York with too many teenagers and
too many cats.
Author Links
Rebel Love by Michelle St. James
Title: Rebel Love
Series: Kings of Corruption #2
Author: Michelle St. James
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 5, 2017
Blurb
A brash mercenary with his own brand of justice. The determined woman his family almost destroyed.
Locke Montgomery has only one purpose — atone for a sin that has tortured him for nearly a decade.
With the hard-earned billions from the sale of his tech company, Locke created a new identity that’s perfect cover for the mercenary organization that doles out justice to those who have avoided it. He spends his off time planning new and reckless ways to test the boundaries while dreaming about the one woman who stole his heart.
The one woman who will never give him a second chance.
Elle Matheson has finally rebuilt the bookstore run by her parents before the corporation that put them out of business drove her dad to a heart attack.
Working in the little beachside shop surrounded by the smell of ink and paper, she can almost forget the pain of finding out the company that ruined her life was owned by the family of the man she loved. But when another mega-store threatens to expand across the street, Elle’s nightmare seems to be playing out all over again. Then she runs into the one man who could make the situation worse — the one responsible for the demise of her parent’s dream.
She promises herself she’ll only give him five minutes in a coffee shop, but before she knows it Locke is showing up at the store, sending her flowers, pulling her into his high-stakes, adventurous life.
And she’s falling every bit as hard as she did the first time.
But when she uncovers the terrible truth about Locke’s line of work she’s forced to admit there are only two possibilities; either Locke has never been anything but wrong for her, or some rules are meant to be broken —in life and in love.
Purchase Links
Praise for the Mob Boss Series
"Romantic and intriguing. A gripping read!"
- NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely
"Dark, seductive, compelling, and hot as HELL."
- USA Today Bestselling Author Lili Valente
“Hot sensuality and gripping suspense. Brace yourself for a perfect romantic journey!"
- NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Angel Payne
"From page one you're sucked into this corrupt, thrilling world. A masterful romance of deep dark suspense, complicated emotions, and exciting action."
- New York Times bestseller, M.J. Rose
Excerpt
She looked up at him, looming over her, his eyes flashing with desire. Even clothed, he was perfection, his big biceps and broad shoulders straining the fabric of his long-sleeved T-shirt, his erection pushing the bounds of his jeans. But it wasn’t enough.
She wanted to touch him. To feel the heat of his skin under her fingers.
She sat up, ran her hands up his denim-clad thighs, let them snake under his shirt, moisture rushing to her sex when her fingers finally came in contact with the heat of his skin, the ripple of his abs.
She touched her lips to the skin just above the button on his jeans, and he hissed as her tongue snaked out to taste the salt on his skin. He held her head in his hands while she undid the button, unzipped his jeans, reached in to free his cock.
He groaned as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him long and slow.
He gently removed her hand. “I think we better save that for later.”
She leaned back on the bed. He’d always been a considerate lover. Someone who liked to take his time, to make sure he’d wrung every drop of pleasure from her before he took his own.
“What are you going to do to keep me busy until then?” she asked.
He stripped off his shirt, then pushed his jeans to the floor.
“I think I’ve got that covered.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
He’d always been beautiful, his cock large and thick, perfectly formed. But now it was part of a larger whole.
Emphasis on the word larger.
His chest was sculpted as if by a master, the defined muscle tapering to rippled abs, a prominent “V” leading downward. His cock stood at attention, the sight of it bringing a visceral pulse between her legs as she imagined him pushing into her. His thighs were muscular without being beefy, the thighs of an athlete — and a world-class lover.
She spread her knees, giving him a glimpse of her pussy, throbbing with need for him. “Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to join me?”
He stepped toward the bed, kneeled on the edge of it until he was nestled between her knees. “Do you have to ask?”
He leaned over her and she gasped as the head of his cock brushed against the sensitive bud of her clit. Then he was stretched out over her, his face inches above her own as he smoothed the hair back from her forehead and looked into her eyes.
“I never thought I’d get to look at you like this again,” he said.
She reached up to smooth the furrows from his brow, wishing it was that easy to take away the pain he’d felt for the last eight years.
Wishing she could erase her own.
“I’m right here,” she said. “Can’t you feel me?”
“I can feel you.” He pushed his hips into hers until his erection slid between her folds, the tip teasing her clit until she squirmed under him. “Can you feel me?”
She locked her hands behind his neck, thrust her hips upward to meet his. “It’s not enough. Make me remember.”
She wanted to touch him. To feel the heat of his skin under her fingers.
She sat up, ran her hands up his denim-clad thighs, let them snake under his shirt, moisture rushing to her sex when her fingers finally came in contact with the heat of his skin, the ripple of his abs.
She touched her lips to the skin just above the button on his jeans, and he hissed as her tongue snaked out to taste the salt on his skin. He held her head in his hands while she undid the button, unzipped his jeans, reached in to free his cock.
He groaned as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him long and slow.
He gently removed her hand. “I think we better save that for later.”
She leaned back on the bed. He’d always been a considerate lover. Someone who liked to take his time, to make sure he’d wrung every drop of pleasure from her before he took his own.
“What are you going to do to keep me busy until then?” she asked.
He stripped off his shirt, then pushed his jeans to the floor.
“I think I’ve got that covered.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
He’d always been beautiful, his cock large and thick, perfectly formed. But now it was part of a larger whole.
Emphasis on the word larger.
His chest was sculpted as if by a master, the defined muscle tapering to rippled abs, a prominent “V” leading downward. His cock stood at attention, the sight of it bringing a visceral pulse between her legs as she imagined him pushing into her. His thighs were muscular without being beefy, the thighs of an athlete — and a world-class lover.
She spread her knees, giving him a glimpse of her pussy, throbbing with need for him. “Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to join me?”
He stepped toward the bed, kneeled on the edge of it until he was nestled between her knees. “Do you have to ask?”
He leaned over her and she gasped as the head of his cock brushed against the sensitive bud of her clit. Then he was stretched out over her, his face inches above her own as he smoothed the hair back from her forehead and looked into her eyes.
“I never thought I’d get to look at you like this again,” he said.
She reached up to smooth the furrows from his brow, wishing it was that easy to take away the pain he’d felt for the last eight years.
Wishing she could erase her own.
“I’m right here,” she said. “Can’t you feel me?”
“I can feel you.” He pushed his hips into hers until his erection slid between her folds, the tip teasing her clit until she squirmed under him. “Can you feel me?”
She locked her hands behind his neck, thrust her hips upward to meet his. “It’s not enough. Make me remember.”
She realized it was what she wanted: not to forget everything that had happened since they’d been apart, but to remember the way it had been when they were together. To remember how it once was and then build something new on top of it, a big open room with walls of glass and no secrets.
Also Available
Author Bio
Michelle
St. James aka Michelle Zink is the author of nineteen published books and seven
novellas. Her first series, Prophecy of the Sisters (YA), was one of Booklist's
Top Ten Debut novels. Her work has also been an Indie Next selection and has
appeared on prestigious lists such as the Lonestar List, New York Public
Library's Stuff for the Teen Age, and Chicago Public Library's Best of the
Best. Her books have been published in over thirty countries and translated
into over twenty languages. She lives in New York with too many teenagers and
too many cats.
St. James aka Michelle Zink is the author of nineteen published books and seven
novellas. Her first series, Prophecy of the Sisters (YA), was one of Booklist's
Top Ten Debut novels. Her work has also been an Indie Next selection and has
appeared on prestigious lists such as the Lonestar List, New York Public
Library's Stuff for the Teen Age, and Chicago Public Library's Best of the
Best. Her books have been published in over thirty countries and translated
into over twenty languages. She lives in New York with too many teenagers and
too many cats.
Author Links
Rebel Love by Michelle St. James
Title: Rebel Love
Series: Kings of Corruption #2
Author: Michelle St. James
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 5, 2017
Blurb
A brash mercenary with his own brand of justice. The determined woman his family almost destroyed.
Locke Montgomery has only one purpose — atone for a sin that has tortured him for nearly a decade.
With the hard-earned billions from the sale of his tech company, Locke created a new identity that’s perfect cover for the mercenary organization that doles out justice to those who have avoided it. He spends his off time planning new and reckless ways to test the boundaries while dreaming about the one woman who stole his heart.
The one woman who will never give him a second chance.
Elle Matheson has finally rebuilt the bookstore run by her parents before the corporation that put them out of business drove her dad to a heart attack.
Working in the little beachside shop surrounded by the smell of ink and paper, she can almost forget the pain of finding out the company that ruined her life was owned by the family of the man she loved. But when another mega-store threatens to expand across the street, Elle’s nightmare seems to be playing out all over again. Then she runs into the one man who could make the situation worse — the one responsible for the demise of her parent’s dream.
She promises herself she’ll only give him five minutes in a coffee shop, but before she knows it Locke is showing up at the store, sending her flowers, pulling her into his high-stakes, adventurous life.
And she’s falling every bit as hard as she did the first time.
But when she uncovers the terrible truth about Locke’s line of work she’s forced to admit there are only two possibilities; either Locke has never been anything but wrong for her, or some rules are meant to be broken —in life and in love.
Pre-order Links
Praise for the Mob Boss Series
"Romantic and intriguing. A gripping read!"
- NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely
"Dark, seductive, compelling, and hot as HELL."
- USA Today Bestselling Author Lili Valente
“Hot sensuality and gripping suspense. Brace yourself for a perfect romantic journey!"
- NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Angel Payne
"From page one you're sucked into this corrupt, thrilling world. A masterful romance of deep dark suspense, complicated emotions, and exciting action."
- New York Times bestseller, M.J. Rose
Also Available
Author Bio
Michelle
St. James aka Michelle Zink is the author of nineteen published books and seven
novellas. Her first series, Prophecy of the Sisters (YA), was one of Booklist's
Top Ten Debut novels. Her work has also been an Indie Next selection and has
appeared on prestigious lists such as the Lonestar List, New York Public
Library's Stuff for the Teen Age, and Chicago Public Library's Best of the
Best. Her books have been published in over thirty countries and translated
into over twenty languages. She lives in New York with too many teenagers and
too many cats.
St. James aka Michelle Zink is the author of nineteen published books and seven
novellas. Her first series, Prophecy of the Sisters (YA), was one of Booklist's
Top Ten Debut novels. Her work has also been an Indie Next selection and has
appeared on prestigious lists such as the Lonestar List, New York Public
Library's Stuff for the Teen Age, and Chicago Public Library's Best of the
Best. Her books have been published in over thirty countries and translated
into over twenty languages. She lives in New York with too many teenagers and
too many cats.
Author Links
Rogue Love by Michelle St. James
Series: Kings of Corruption #1
Author: Michelle St. James
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 21, 2017
Blurb
FBI agent Braden Kane has been going it alone ever since a family scandal sent him running straight from the Ivy League into Special Forces. That’s where he learned the hardest lesson of all — we’re all alone in the end. And nobody can save us.
When a raid goes terribly wrong, walking out is almost instinctual. Following the rules is for suckers. There’s only one way to get things done, and that’s to do it off the books. By the time he walks out, he knows there’s only one thing he’ll miss.
Her.
Nora Murphy never really had a choice. Law enforcement was in her blood.
Raised by an old-school Irishman in a houseful of brothers, she learned early on there was only one way to survive.
Be stronger. Be smarter. Be better.
A devastating personal loss only made it easier to focus on the things that made sense. There was no room for romance. And certainly no room for love. Which made tabling her attraction to friend and fellow agent Braden Kane a no-brainer. But Braden’s defection from the FBI opens the door to their relationship in a new and surprising way. Nora’s still getting her head around the possibilities when she’s assigned an important case involving a string of high-profile crimes. She can’t wait to bring down the ring of brash vigilantes — until a shocking connection to Braden reveals itself in in the middle of their burgeoning affair.
Now they’re on opposite sides of law and order. But can either of those things compete with love?
Purchase Links
Praise for the Mob Boss series:
"Romantic and intriguing. A gripping read!" - NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely
"Dark, seductive, compelling, and hot as HELL." - USA Today Bestselling Author Lili Valente
“Hot sensuality and gripping suspense. Brace yourself for a perfect romantic journey!" - NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Angel Payne
"From page one you're sucked into this corrupt, thrilling world. A masterful romance of deep dark suspense, complicated emotions, and exciting action." - New York Times bestseller, M.J. Rose
"From page one you're sucked into this corrupt, thrilling world. A masterful romance of deep dark suspense, complicated emotions, and exciting action." - New York Times bestseller, M.J. Rose
Excerpt
He shut the door, watched her walk into the open living room. She made her way to the big window that offered up a prime water view during the day. The lights from the walk street outside lit up her face; the high cheekbones, full mouth, heart-shaped face.
She turned to look at him. “What are you doing?”
“Watching you.”
She shrugged a little. “Why?”
There was so much honesty in the question. Like she really didn’t know why he would want to look at her.
Like she really didn’t know how beautiful she was.
He pushed off the door, walked slowly toward her, stopping when only an inch separated their bodies. He reached down, lay his palm against her cheek, rubbed his thumb against her skin.
“Because for years I’ve had to sneak glimpses of you. And now I want to really see you.”
She was breathing heavy as he looked down at her, a flush spreading from her cheeks to the barely-visible cleavage under her black T-shirt. “I want to see you too.”
“You’re going to see me, Nora.” He lowered his head, stopping when his lips were almost touching hers. “And you’re going to feel me, too.”
He pressed his mouth to hers, slipped his tongue inside as he angled his head, already needing to take the kiss deep. Needing to taste every inch of her mouth, to prove to himself that she was real.
That this was real.
Her hands slid around his waist, traveled up his back as she pressed herself against him. The feel of her stomach against his rigid cock sent a shockwave of desire through him. It blocked out everything else, and for a long moment he was lost to the sensation of her mouth, the warmth of her body, separated from his only by the thin layer of clothes. He already knew what it would feel like to sink into her, to feel her smoothness under him as he took her.
Her hands came back around to his chest, traveling over his pecs, down to his stomach as she kissed him feverishly, matching the urgency of his tongue stroke for stroke. He growled when she flattened her hand against the bulge in his pants, her small palm cupping the erection that had been torturing him for the last two hours.
Hell, for the last five years.
He took hold of her wrist, not trusting himself under her touch. “I’ve waited years for this moment, Nora. And if you touch me I won’t be able to wait a second longer.”
She looked up into his eyes. “I don’t care.”
“I care.” He swept her into his arms, surprised by how light she was. She was so formidable at work. A warrior. But he’d always suspected she was all softness and warmth underneath it all.
Now he was ready to find out.
He made his way through the dark apartment, down the hall, and into the bedroom. He set her on the bed, then turned to open the windows, letting in a gust of salty air on the night breeze. He turned to look at her, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Waiting for him.
“Take off your clothes, Nora.”
She lifted her chin, leaned back on the bed, propping herself up on her forearms. “Take them off yourself.”
He stalked slowly toward her, wishing her defiance wasn’t such a fucking turn-on. It would only make taking his time more difficult. If she’d been anyone else, he would have laid down the law; the bedroom was his domain.
He was in control here. He made the rules.
But she wasn’t anyone else. She was the woman of his dreams. He would still be in control when push came to shove, but he would take it slow.
He stopped at the bed, looked down at her. “We’re playing by my rules now, Nora. Now please take off your clothes.”
A small smile crept onto her face as she stared him down through the moonlight making its way into the room. He thought she might argue, rebel. Instead she sat up, pulled off her T-shirt. His eyes were still glued to the magnificent swell of her breasts, barely hidden by a lacy pink bra, when she unbuttoned her jeans, lowered the zipper, lifted her hips off the bed as she shimmied them down her hips.
He almost couldn’t breathe as she tossed them aside, her porcelain skin glowing in the darkness. She was naked except for the bra and a matching scrap of fabric that covered the mound between her legs, just enough hidden to push his imagination into overdrive.
When she spoke, her voice was husky. “That’s as far as I go without you. You’re going to have to meet me halfway, Kane.”
He stripped off his shirt, then unbuttoned his pants, dropped them to the floor. His cock sprang free, both a relief and further torture with the refuge of Nora’s body so close.
He stood at the edge of the bed, ran his palms up her delicate feet to the shapely calves. Then he hooked his hands behind her knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
He knelt between her legs, inhaling the scent of her. “I think you’ll find I’m willing to meet you more than halfway.”
Author Bio
Michelle St. James aka Michelle Zink is the author of nineteen published books and seven novellas. Her first series, Prophecy of the Sisters (YA), was one of Booklist's Top Ten Debut novels. Her work has also been an Indie Next selection and has appeared on prestigious lists such as the Lonestar List, New York Public Library's Stuff for the Teen Age, and Chicago Public Library's Best of the Best. Her books have been published in over thirty countries and translated into over twenty languages. She lives in New York with too many teenagers and too many cats.
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