Pre-Release – Crude Possession

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Authors Maci Dillon and Kathleen Kelly have come together to bring us a new #bikerseries. Crude Possession is the first standalone novel in the Crude Souls MC, which releases on Nov 30th.

With plenty of 5 star reviews already, here is what reviewers are saying…

“Fast paced, filled with drama, hot bikers and so much more.”

“I stayed on edge and was very emotionally connected with the characters.”

“A great start to a new series. It is full of danger, excitement and yes, hot alpha bikers.”

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A life void of the physical, emotional and mental abuse she has endured most of her marriage, is all she’s dreamed of for years.

When Cindy, who now calls herself Callie, sets foot in Coomera, her life finally begins.

Malakai, son of the President of Crude Souls MC instantly feels responsible and protective of Callie, sensing she’s hiding who she really is. But what, or who is she hiding from?

When Callie’s past returns to haunt her, Malakai takes it into his own hands and engages the Crude Souls to provide protection. By default, she becomes club property.

At the risk of losing her freedom, Callie can’t bring herself to walk away from Malakai, knowing he’s sacrificed his life of freedom to keep her safe. To keep her alive.

Will Malakai’s crude possession be Callie’s true awakening or will she find herself lost in another world of torture?

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Exacting Revenge

EXACTING REVENGE

Executioners MC Series, book 2

by Kimmie Easley

Genre: MC Romance/Romantic Suspense (Spicy, MC level violence)


Ronin grows hungrier. Only two things can feed his appetite. Jolene and power.

With a rogue soldier and an enemy club fast on their wheels, the Executioners are left with little option to keep their family whole. Now, away from home territory, Ronin is finding out the trouble may hit closer to the heart of the club.

Can he keep Jolene safe, steer his brothers in a profitable direction, and be the Soldier at Arms he’s called to be without falling on the wrong side of the pavement?

Exacting Revenge is the second, spicy installment in the Executioners MC Series.

Series Order: X Marks the Spot – Executioners MC (Book #1)

A mixture of blood and spit flies, splatting across my right cheek. I jerk the worn bandana from my back pocket and wipe the shit from my face, not giving it a second thought.

Herc is enjoying his rank today. We’ve been tasked with finding Ruth. It’s about fucking time.

“You ready to tell me something I can use?” I force my boot against the shattered man’s throat. He uses both hands, struggling to push my weight away. It’s a futile move. I press harder.

I refuse to make a move on the Pistol Kings at this point, seriously pissing off the old man. He doesn’t know that I have certain information, and it’s important that I keep it that way.

When I think the loser has had enough, I release his windpipe. Herc, on cue, straddles the man, cracking his massive knuckles.

He pries open his mouth, breaking the dried blood crevices. “I swear…”

Herc lands a square fist into his ribs, causing him to buckle.

Then he says something that none of us expected. “You’re gonna have to go ahead and kill me. I don’t know nothing,” he squeaks through a strangled voice.

The weight of Clint’s heavy hand lands on my shoulder.

“Son of a whore!” Troy kicks gravel across the railroad.

“What do you wanna do, VP?” Clint adjusts his cut.

I stare through my best friend as if he weren’t standing there. I’m at a loss. I’ve exhausted all avenues. This bastard was my final option.

Ruth’s blood is on my hands.

I rip my gaze away and scowl at the Enforcer. “Go back in.”

My words send the wounded man on squirming on the ground into a frenzy.

As Herc settles his heel into the enemy’s gut utilizing all of his weight, my cell rattles in my pocket.

If it were anyone other than Jolene I would send it to voicemail, but not with the dick move way I ditched her this morning. I’m already in the shit house. It’s never too soon to start kissing ass.

“Hey darlin, I know you’re pissed, but seriously just give me a second to…”

She spews shit I thought I’d never have to hear come from her mouth. The kind of shit that only comes from deep inside the club.

My dense chest heaves as I tuck the phone away. “Cut him loose.”

Everyone stops and whips their heads in my direction with the exception of the mangled body, whose eyes are both now swollen completely shut.

“What’s up, brother?” Troy jumps on his sled.

“No time. We’re headed to Jericho.”

We ride without stopping. If I could will this fucking bike to go faster, I would. The fear in Jo’s voice is engrained on my soul. I can’t handle it. There’s nothing in this world that can bring me to my knees like that sound.

I’ve only heard it once, the night she was lying on the singed grass surrounded by ash and burning splinters of wood.

The night we lost our baby.

My small town calls me home. I zip through the stoplights and ignore the traffic signs.

Clubhouse.

Jolene.

My only thoughts are on repeat.

I wouldn’t have wasted the time circling around to the back, but I knew the door was already open.

I fly off my sled. I can hear my brothers speak, but tune them out.

“Jolene!”

“In here”

My pulse races, pumping scores of frenzied blood though my heated veins.

I spot her and don’t stop to assess the situation.

I can’t get my hands on her quick enough. My mind is blank and my body moves on automatic pilot until I snake my arms around her trembling frame, lifting her off the ground, holding her tight like a scared child with a stuffed animal.

Just like that all of the stifled emotions sending me reeling.

Mist fills my eyes as I bury my damp face in her neck. “I thought I wouldn’t make it in time.”

She strokes my neck. “I knew you would.”

“What the fuck?” Clint stalks through the Clubhouse.

“You girls alright?”

“We’re whole,” Jessa responds with a shaky tone.

“It’s Brad.” I turn back to the crowd, planting Jo back on the floor, but refusing to let her go.

“The homeowner dick guy?” Troy cocks his head.

“Yep. Jolene confirmed it.” A visible ripple shudders through Jessa.

The boys start poking and prodding at what’s left of the nasty, stinking body parts. None of us notice the light rap on the front door, not until the person pounds on the locked gate.

Everyone in the room draws their weapons, females included. The moment I have to prepare for battle means I have to take my hands off my woman and that sends fury to not only deep in my gut, but my dark, dusty heart, and that has become a whole new level of danger for me and any mother fucker who decides to cross my path sideways.

I’m ready.

More ready than I have ever been.

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X Marks the Spot

Executioners MC Series, book 1

Jolene Miller barely escaped the dark underworld of being the president’s daughter of a notorious motorcycle club. After having her heart broken by Ronin, the MC’s Sargent at Arms, she tried to navigate a normal life as an up and coming criminal defense attorney.

When the only family she’s ever known comes under fire, Jolene rushes home to Jericho, California to step in – only to find it’s not just the club who needs her.

Ronin is wanted for murder.

Can Jolene let go of their tortured past in order to save their future?

Kimmie is an international best selling romance author who has grown up traveling the country, rarely settling in one place for much longer than a minute. Being no stranger to heartache and pain, she allows her unconventional childhood to fuel her writing.

Kimmie is addicted to all things books, wine, cupcakes, and flip flops. She is a homeschool momma, southern wife, and pug wrangler.

Kimmie can be found somewhere in the south writing wine worthy stories.

Ride Hard

Title: Ride Hard

Series: Fortitude MC #1

Author: Amity Cross

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: November 7th

One alpha male biker with a dark past. One strong-willed woman with a mouth the size of Texas.

He wouldn’t hurt her…but his desire would.

Sloane is trying to make the best of a bad situation.

After running away from home as a teenager, seven years later she’s busy building a new life for herself. One that’s full of work, college, and the freedom to go wherever she chooses. A life that’s as far away from her career criminal father as possible.

But when a hot as sin alpha biker walks into the club where she works, she knows she’s going to put up a fight to keep her freedom…and her heart.

Chaser has his own fair share of secrets.

Drafted into the leagues of Fortitude MC as payment for a debt, he’s got a lot of miles to make up.

That’s why he can’t say no when his boss orders him to find his estranged daughter before she winds up in a body bag. The same men who destroyed his life are out for blood and won’t stop until they get it.

But when he sets eyes on Sloane, he knows he’s in trouble.

When everything is out to kill you, and your savior is your enemy, who has time to fall in love?

Ride Hard is the first book of the Fortitude MC series, a fast paced MC romance that will have you on the edge of your seat.

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Amity Cross is the International Bestselling author of wicked stories about rock stars looking for redemption, gritty romances featuring MMA fighters and dark tales of forbidden romance. She loves to write about screwed up relationships and kick ass female leads that don’t take s**t lying down.

Amity lives in a leafy country town near Melbourne, Australia and can be found chained to her desk, held at ransom by her characters.

Don’t send help. She likes it.

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Exacting Revenge

EXACTING REVENGE

Executioners MC Series, book 2
by Kimmie Easley


Genre: MC Romance/Romantic Suspense (Spicy, MC level violence)
Cover Model: Alfie Gordillo
Photographer: Reggie Deanching
Cover Designer: Cassy Roop
Release Date: Nov 20, 2017
Ronin grows hungrier. Only two things can feed his appetite. Jolene and power.
With a rogue soldier and an enemy club fast on their wheels, the Executioners are left with little option to keep their family whole. Now, away from home territory, Ronin is finding out the trouble may hit closer to the heart of the club.
Can he keep Jolene safe, steer his brothers in a profitable direction, and be the Soldier at Arms he’s called to be without falling on the wrong side of the pavement?
Exacting Revenge is the second, spicy installment in the Executioners MC Series.
Series Order: X Marks the Spot – Executioners MC (Book #1)
I try, once again, to fall asleep. Fucking impossible. I can’t rest knowing the Pistol Kings have the Executioners on their hit list. I can’t think with Jolene in danger.
My only job in life is to keep her safe. She’s the only thing that matters.
I watch her sleep. Her long hair is fanned out across the pillow and she must have kicked off her covers while tossing and turning. Her t-shirt has ridden up, revealing her tight tummy, and a tiny, black thong with little strings is lining her slim hips.
Fuck.


She owns that deep-down part of me. That small part of me that is good. I don’t know, my spirit or soul, whatever the fuck they want to call it, belongs to her.
Better her than me.
She stirs. “Hey baby. Come to bed.” She props herself up on one elbow. Her long locks fall around her bare shoulders. A sleepy grin curves in the corners of her full lips, still swollen from the delicious sex just hours earlier.

With pleasure.


I lie next to her, coiling my arms around her tiny frame. I curl her up, resting her against my inked chest. That X across my heart that connects us, forever. I can feel the rise and fall of her breath as her perfect tits move with her breathing. She’s out again. I remember back to what it was like to not have her in my life. It sends an immediate boulder straight to my gut. That’s a reality I can’t survive.
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Executioners MC Series, book 1
Jolene Miller barely escaped the dark underworld of being the president’s daughter of a notorious motorcycle club. After having her heart broken by Ronin, the MC’s Sargent at Arms, she tried to navigate a normal life as an up and coming criminal defense attorney.
When the only family she’s ever known comes under fire, Jolene rushes home to Jericho, California to step in – only to find it’s not just the club who needs her.
Ronin is wanted for murder.
Can Jolene let go of their tortured past in order to save their future?
Kimmie is an international best selling romance author who has grown up traveling the country, rarely settling in one place for much longer than a minute. Being no stranger to heartache and pain, she allows her unconventional childhood to fuel her writing.
Kimmie is addicted to all things books, wine, cupcakes, and flip flops. She is a homeschool momma, southern wife, and pug wrangler.
Kimmie can be found somewhere in the south writing wine worthy stories.
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Hot & Sinful Nights

Title: Hot & Sinful Nights
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb: 
The curtains are drawn, and the sheets are rumpled…
Prepare to melt for 21 tales of lustful abandon that will fulfill your deepest, darkest, most secret desires on many HOT & SINFUL NIGHTS.
Inside, you’ll find over one million words of sexy and steamy romance from today’s NEW YORK TIMES, USA TODAY, and International bestselling authors!
These wanton and wicked novels promise happily ever afters and enough heat to set more than your heart aflame with bikers, bad boys, fighters, dashing rogues, rock stars, athletes, doctors, billionaires, and more!
Don’t worry – there are plenty of book boyfriends to go around! So go on…be a bad girl…and preorder your copy today!
Participating Authors:  

 

Alice Ward
USA Today bestselling author Barbara Devlin
Ella Miles
Courtney Hunt
Shyla Colt
Alyson Reynolds
Ingrid Seymour
Jeanne St. James
USA Today bestselling author M. H. Soars
Award-Winning author Jenna Bayley-Burke
D.K. Combs
Sylvie Fox
Alexis Alvarez
Amity Cross
Award-Winning author Katalina Leon
Award-Winning author Holly Dodd
Ashelyn Drake
Kacey Shea
Lena Bourne
Deliaria Davis
Award-Winning author Marie Long
Kristen Luciani


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Cover Reveal – Raven’s Nightmare

RAVEN’S NIGHTMARE

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Cover Design: Tash Drake of Outlined with Love Designs
Model/Photographer: Golden Czermak / Furious Fotog

Release Date: 20th October 2017

Blurb:

When the ground begins to shake and walls start to fall, will the king save his queen or risk it all?

Cameron “Raven” Evans is MC president and nothing can bring him down. Except of course his girl, Hailee. When his life, his club and his girl are all hanging in the balance, Raven must find out who’s behind it and stop them before he loses it all.

Hailee James is the girl with the checkered past and the scars that remind her of it daily. Cameron saved her from a life of hell, but will his decision be the wrong one? Can he fix it before Hailee is destined to relive her past? Is history about to repeat itself?

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From The Ruins



FROM THE RUINS
(A Satan’s Knights Novel)
by Janine Infante Bosco
Publication Date: September 26, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense


Are you ready to get ruined with Pipe and Layla? 
Happy Cover Reveal Day to Janine Infante Bosco – Author! 
Check out the AWESOME new cover for 
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Cover Designer: JB’s Cover Obsession Design
Model: Michael Joseph
Photographer: Reggie Deanching, R+M Photography



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Pipe

In every man’s life there comes a day of reckoning. It’s the day darkness is exposed and sinners are punished for their trespasses.
A day when loyalty is destroyed and a man is left in ruins.
When he walks away from his club and loses his religion.
Whoever said from the ruins they will rise again never walked a mile in my shoes or the pair of red ones I was left holding.


Layla

He’s bitter, cold and angry.
He’s seen his share of heartache.
Lived through tragedy and despair.
He’s my neighbor.
The man I know should stay away from.
The man who will destroy what’s left of me if I get too close.
He’s Lee Jameson, and I’m Layla Milano.
This is our story.
The story of two people left in ruins forced to rise again.

***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, offensive language, and mature topics. Not recommended for people under the age of 18***

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Excerpt From The Ruins © Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved by Janine Infante Bosco.

Stalking down the wooden steps, I cross my lawn to hers and prepare myself for another argument. Deciding I should’ve dragged my ass back to bed and damned the world to hell, I pound my fist against her front door. 
Let that punk kid give me lip.
Or better yet, let her husband get in my face.
I’ll welcome them to the neighborhood.
The door swings open and my gaze travels downward to the pipsqueak staring up at me like I’m the big bad wolf.
 Great.
“Uh, hey, kid,” I start, running my fingers through my hair as a pair of big brown eyes level me. 
“You’re the man from last night,” she says, shaking her little finger at me. “The man on the lawn who broke my mom’s car.”
“I didn’t break your mom’s car,” I grind out.
“But Tommy said—”
“Look, kid is your mom or dad home?” I ask, cutting her off, not really looking to go head to head with some little half pint. Huffing, she crosses her arms against her chest and rolls her eyes dramatically.
 “We don’t live with daddy anymore. He and mommy are divorced,” she reveals, uncrossing her tiny arms as she plants her hands on her hips and angles her head. “Dad is living in our old house which sucks. Shit, don’t tell my mom I said sucks. She gets all pissy when I curse but it’s not really a curse right? I mean you should hear some of the things that come out of my mom’s mouth.”
Jesus, this kid.
Rubbing my temples, I look past her hoping to find her mother but the mud wrestler ain’t nowhere in sight and the kid continues to ramble on, revealing all her mama’s secrets.
“Tommy says we’re here because mom can’t afford a house in the city,” she adds. “But, I think it’s also because mommy hates daddy and wants to be far away from him.” Her lips straighten into a thin line as she glances down at the floor seeming to be in deep thought. “That sucks too,” she mutters with a frown.
 Dropping my hands from my face, I shove one into my pocket and stare at her. Not sure what to say, not really understanding why the fuck I care, I press my finger under her chin and lift her eyes to mine.
“Divorce sucks kid,” I tell her.
“You said sucks,” she says.
“Yeah, you did too,” I point out, watching as the frown fades from her lips. Lifting her chin, she studies me curiously. Having a pair of little eyes on me, eyes that are full of wonder is a sobering moment for a bastard like me. It makes me think about how I’m perceived in the eyes of a child. 
My thoughts are quickly jarred when I hear half-pints mother shriek from deep inside the house. Then I hear her other two kids shout and before I realize what the fuck I’m doing, I’m following the little girl into the house. Running into the kitchen, the kid comes to a complete stop and I stand behind her, taking in the chaos.
Water spurts from under the sink like a waterfall and the mud wrestler holds a pot in front of her as if to catch the fucking water. The older boy grabs another pot and tries to help his mother while the other girl covers her face with her hands.
“Make it stop,” the girl cries.
“I don’t know how!” the mother shrieks, emptying the pot into the sink. Her son goes sliding across the floor and she’s quick to grab his wrist before he hits the floor as the water rains down around them making it clear they’re fucked.
Stomping through the puddles soaking the kitchen, I brush past them and kneel underneath the sink to turn the water valve off. As I twist it closed, I spot the busted pipe. Suddenly the commotion comes to a standstill as the water trickles off and silence fills the kitchen. Slipping my head out from under the sink, four sets of eyes peer back at me like I’m a fucking unicorn. Wiping my hands along the front of my shirt, I focus on the mud wrestler as she seems to be the least judgmental of the four. 
“The main pipe under the sink cracked. I shut the water off for now,” I explain as she continues to stare at me in disbelief. Unable to help myself, I take her in too. Dressed in a pair of pajamas with her hair piled high on top of her head, she’s quite a looker. The thin tank top of her pajamas is soaked, molding to every curve of her body, revealing a narrow waist and hips that a man holds onto. Lifting my gaze higher, my eyes zero in on her tits. Her nipples are hard and fully visible through the wet shirt, leaving nothing to my imagination. It’s hard to believe the tall boy standing next to her is her son or that any of these children came from that body. 
Forcing my attention away, I reach for the towel hanging on the back of one of her chairs and toss it in her direction.
“Might want to cover up,” I tell her, eyeing the boy standing behind her, wearing the same stumped expression as his mother.
Recovering she catches the towel and crosses her arms against her chest, hiding her perfect tits from my view. Last night it was too dark and I was too drunk to notice her hazel eyes or how full her lips are. My gaze meets hers and I realize the view up top is just as sweet as everything from the neck down.
“What—how did you get in here?” she stammers, finally finding her voice. I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her to thank me for stopping the waterfall in her kitchen but she just looks at me expectantly.
“I let him in,” the half-pint offers. 
Instantly, her brother turns to her and lectures her claiming the role as man of the house.
“You can’t be letting strange men in the house, Lexi,” he reprimands, wringing out his t-shirt.
Half pint rolls her eyes to the heavens before looking back at me.
“What’s your name?” she questions innocently.
It’s a simple question yet I stare at her as if she asked me if I knew the cure for cancer. My first instinct is to tell her my name is Pipe but I’m not that man anymore. I’m not the man who got his road name because he made pipe bombs his club sold back in the day. I don’t ride with the Satan’s Knights anymore.
“Lee,” I mutter. “The name is Lee, kid.”
She steps forward and offers me her little hand.
“I’m Lexi,” she reveals as I awkwardly shake her hand with my massive paw. Then she drops my hand and turns to her brother. “Now, Lee isn’t a stranger anymore, Tommy.” 
“Okay, parties over kids,” the mud wrestler declares. “Jenna, take your sister upstairs and help her get dressed.”
“Why do I have to help her? She’s five.”
“Because I said so,” she replies exasperatedly. Cringing as the words leave her mouth, she turns to her eldest child. “You too, Tommy.”
“I’m not dressing Lexi.”
“Go shower, now,” she orders. “We need to get a move on.”
The two girls prance out of the kitchen but Tommy remains still, sizing me up much like he did last night. It’s clear the kid is protective of his mother and since half pint squealed all her mama’s business, I can respect the kid for stepping up. I hold his gaze and jut my chin, giving him a silent vow that all is good here. 
“Tommy,” my neighbor repeats and the boy finally tears his eyes away. A moment later he reluctantly leaves the kitchen. “Thank you for turning the water off,” she says once we’re alone and I turn my attention back to her
I nod, letting my eyes roam over her, wishing she’d uncross her arms now that her kids are out of sight.
“But you didn’t come here to fix my plumbing and I don’t see you as a member of the welcoming committee so I’m confused as to why you’re standing in my kitchen.”
“Your car is blocking my driveway.”
“You mean the car your friends smashed?”
“That’s the one,” I reply, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans. “If you’re planning on going into town you’re going to want to fix that bumper first. The fucking troopers up here won’t think twice about giving you a citation.” I pause, angling my head slightly as I continue to take her in. “I’m guessing that’s the last thing you need right now.”
Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink as her eyes narrow in anger. Grinding her teeth, she drops her arms and draws in a deep breath as she balls her hands into fists. 
“And how would you know what I need?” she bites back.
Oh, I know what she needs. Any man with a pair of working eyes can tell this woman is wound tight. She needs to release some of that tension inside her. She needs to get fucked until she can’t remember her name let alone her troubles but I doubt she wants to hear that.
“Your daughter has loose lips,” I say instead. “Might want to tell her not to spill your business to strangers.”
“Thanks for your input but I think I’m going to pass on the parenting advice from a man who had two half naked girls on his lawn in the middle of the night—both who are probably young enough to be his daughters.”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I remain impassive as she studies me with her those judgmental eyes of her. 
I’m used to people’s remarks. Being a biker, I’ve had my share of assumptions made about me. Everyone thinks they know everyone. You take one look at a person and swear you’ve got them all figured out. At times, I myself have been guilty of the offense. It takes years of making the wrong convictions and learning from each mistake to realize you never truly know a person until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes.
 “I’ve got everything under control,” she adds and for a moment I wonder who she’s trying to convince.
“Suit yourself, killer,” I retort with a shrug and push off the counter.
“Layla,” she whispers before sighing. “My name is Layla not killer,” she adds, emphasizing the name by adding air quotes.
“Good to know,” I say as I start towards the door. “Get your car out of my driveway, killer.”
Then without another word, I step out of the kitchen. I’m halfway toward the front door when I hear her curse and my lips quirk slightly. 
Half pint was right. 
Her mother has a filthy mouth.

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.•´ABOUT AUTHOR JANINE INFANTE BOSCO¸.•´

Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild.

Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong-willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself.

She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment
 to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.
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