Sunday, February 28, 2016

GUEST BLOGGER PELAAM WITH RESCUE

Please welcome my gust blogger today, Pelaam with RESCUE


Blurb:
When prince Adrianus accepts a quest to find the Jewel of Darkness to break a curse on king Thanos's daughter, he takes Sandor, a mage, his best friend and bodyguard Leonid, and Fedor a young man recently rescued from Thanos's stables.
Fedor has experienced much hardship in a short space of time. A slave in the stables of king Thanos, he's ill-treated by a sadistic captain of the guard until rescued by a royal visitor from another kingdom.
From a mix of gratitude and attraction he insists on joining Adrianus, despite the dangers involved. When he's captured as a sacrifice, he hopes his prince will come to his rescue once again.
When Adrianus finds Fedor, they realize their love, but this is only the start of their quest. Danger dogs their every step.
But their deadliest danger is much closer to home than they know.

Excerpt:
Adrianus wandered off to look around the palace stables, leaving Leonid talking with Sandor. Well bickering would be more accurate. He smiled grimly. His friends were as different in outlooks as they were appearances. He’d never known two people who disagreed on so much, got into one another’s faces so often, and yet remained such staunch friends.
Then his attention was on the animals around him. King Thanos certainly knew his horse flesh. These were some of the most magnificent beasts he had ever seen. He moved forward, patting the neck of a couple of the horses as he walked slowly. They were clearly well looked after.
Whoever works in the stable takes good care of grooming the beasts, and cleaning their stalls. His own three horses’ coats gleamed. They were fed and looked comfortable in their surroundings, despite the long ride.
A muted cry of pain drew his attention toward the recesses of the stable, and he strode quickly forward to investigate.
"Hurry, you useless fool."
The voice was harsh, cold, and set Adrianus on edge. Peering around a corner, Adrianus saw a big, brutish man flick a whip over the back of a stable boy who wore only an old, tattered cloth around his waist. Even without his headdress, Adrianus recognized the man as Drakos, the captain of Thanos’s guard who’d been present when he and the others had entered the throne room.
While the stable boy was trying to move a sack of feed, clearly too heavy for his slender build, the sadistic sneer on Drakos's face told Adrianus the true story. Fury boiled over into action and Adrianus stomped over. “I see no need for using a whip on a defenseless boy. Perhaps you would care to try your luck with me?”
Drakos turned quickly, his lips drawn back in a snarl, and his whip at the ready. However, he froze when he saw Adrianus.
“Or even with me.”
At the low and deadly tone of Leonid’s voice, Adrianus allowed himself a grim smile at Drakos. “Perfect timing, my friend.” He nodded at Leonid as his friend came to stand at his shoulder and then looked back at Drakos. “I’m sure that one of us will be a far more suitable challenge.” He fingered his sword.
The big man backed away a step, caught the stable boy by his upper arm, and shoved him so hard that the young man lost his footing and stumbled to fall at Adrianus’s feet. “Take him, if he’s that important to you. It’s easy enough to find any number on the streets that’ll take his place.”
The action took Adrianus by surprise. He hadn’t actually thought of the consequences. He glanced down at the young man and suppressed a gasp. The stable boy wasn’t as young as he’d thought, but he now gazed down at a face of incredible beauty. The youth’s smooth, creamy skin and lithe, elfin body made him appear young, but gazing at his face, Adrianus estimated him to be well out of his teens and much closer to his mid-twenties.
Offering a reassuring smile as the stable boy looked up at him with fear in his large, dark eyes, Adrianus held out his hand. “Come here, boy. You are no longer a stable hand.” He glanced over at Sandor, who had remained in the stable doorway.
Raising his arm, Sandor nodded. “Go with him." Adrianus pointed toward his mage. "His name is Sandor, and he’ll take care of you.” Perhaps he can serve Ruh and Sandor. But I won’t leave him here.
The youth glanced towards Sandor, back up at Adrianus, and then slowly got to his feet. His tight, tense, body language screamed his fear, but he bowed at Adrianus before he scurried off.
“King Thanos will hear of this.” The words were uttered in a deep growl. Drakos's hand hovered by his own sword, but he made no move to take it.
Waving his hand on which he wore Thanos's ring, Adrianus curled his lip. “Indeed he will. From me.” Adrianus took a step forward and glowered at Drakos. “I understand him to be a fair and just man.”
Staring at Adrianus for a moment, Drakos bared his teeth before moving cautiously around him and hurrying away.
  
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Wednesday, February 24, 2016

ALPHA BLOOD TREAT (PACK WARRIORS #2) FREE READ

Alpha Blood Treat (Pack Warriors #2)  FREE READ


BLURB:

It had been years since the pack wars.  Some are still dealing with the fallout, but all have scars that have never fully healed.  Despite all of this, Gemma, Jordan, and Kane have managed to build a happy life for themselves and their twin boys.

Their holidays may be bittersweet, but their love and passion for each other are even fierier than ever.  Will pack skirmishes, wayward security business clients, and rowdy little boys get in the way of a night full of promise, or will Jordan and Kane manage to fulfill Gemma’s every desire? 



EXCERPT:

“I finally got the boys to—” Kane stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway to his bedroom, his words completely failing him due to the sight that greeted him.
Gemma was sprawled out in the center of their king-sized bed, wearing nothing but the wolf ears headband she wore earlier as part of her Halloween costume, her lips quirking into a sly little smile at the sight of him. A goddess, she was bare before him in a lazily relaxed pose. Her left leg was straight, her right, bent at the knee and spread open, revealing her glistening, pink pussy. Both arms were loosely stretched above her head in a pose that conveyed, come and get me and do to me what you will. Kane would happily oblige as soon as he was able to get his frozen self to move.
He couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty for a moment more. She had him tied up in knots all evening with her sexy, little wolf outfit, the hilarity of her costume choice notwithstanding. The beige, faux-fur trimmed dress hugged her every curve, flaring out at mid thigh, and revealing just enough cleavage to be sexy, yet classy. That didn’t stop other males from ogling Gemma, something that one angry, possessive look from either Jordan or Kane had them regretting. Completing her ensemble was a tail, faux-fur boots that went almost up to her knee, and the headband she was currently wearing. Damn, he and Jordan were two of the luckiest sons of bitches.
Sons of bitches who adamantly refused … for as long as they could … to wear any sort of costume. Kane had learned pretty quickly that he could not refuse Gemma anything that would make her and their three-year-old boys happy, especially if not giving in would make them unhappy. So he and Jordan begrudgingly donned last minute, makeshift costumes, which Kane had to also begrudgingly admit, looked pretty bad ass!
He had applied some of Gemma’s makeup to make himself look like Eric Draven from The Crow—the black eye-liner and dark shadow only, since Gemma did not own any white face paint. The black leather pants, skin-tight, black, long-sleeved shirt, and black boots were already part of his wardrobe. He went sans the long, black coat because Jordan needed it for his costume. In addition to Kane’s coat, Jordan wore black slacks, a ribbed, black undershirt and black boots with buckles on them. When he put on his dark aviators, his Neo from The Matrix look was complete.
Gemma squealed with glee when they had surprised her with their costumes. Both characters were from two of her favorite movies. “You both look way hotter, though,” she had said. And from the scent of her arousal, Kane had no doubt she meant it.
“I think you boys deserve a treat later,” Gemma said with a devilish wink. She then sauntered off into the family room adding just a little extra sway to her hips.


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ALPHA BLOOD (Pack Warriors #1)

Blurb:

Gemma, a she-wolf, alone and in unbearable pain, cries vengeance against the evil man who caused her suffering.  Jordan, alpha of the White-Moon pack, the largest in the country, has a war to prepare for.  Kane, his brother and beta, struggles to be worthy of the role thrust upon him.

When young girls start to disappear and rumors of a dangerous serum surface, the two men are brought face to face with their destiny.  A fiery passion blooms between Gemma and her men, one that heals her body and soul, but a dangerous war still lies ahead.  Will they be successful at stopping an evil tyrant before another girl goes missing or will Gemma pay the ultimate price?  With her life!


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AUTHOR BIO:

Elena Kincaid is an award winning author.  She writes Erotic Paranormal and Contemporary MFM and MF Romances.  She developed a passion for reading and writing at an early age and loves to write what she loves to read and that is usually romance with a paranormal twist. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn out pieces of paper full of ideas.

She was born in
Ukraine and raised in New York, where she currently lives with her daughter.  She graduated college with a BFA in creative writing and In addition to writing, she also started a graphic design business a few years after graduating.  When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her soaps.

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Sunday, February 21, 2016

GUEST BLOGGER RAVENNA TATE WITH SURRENDERING TO CHANCE

Please welcome my guest blogger, the very talented Ravenna Tate with
SURRENDERING TO CHANCE


BLURB

Valerie Garfield has loved her boss, Grayson Jensen, CEO of Jensen Software and Web Development, for two years. They had a fling that lasted six months and ended when Valerie told Grayson she loved him, but he didn’t want the same things from their relationship that she did. Now, he wants another chance to prove he’s a changed man and only wants Valerie.

As they work side by side toward uncovering the names of more hackers, can Valerie fight her feelings, or will she end up with a broken heart once again?

Grayson is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. The program now has a mind of its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth.

They call themselves the Weathermen…



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EXCERPT

The look in his eyes nearly took her breath away. A combination of lust and uncertainty filled them, and all she wanted to do was fall into his warm, strong arms and let the memories of their six months together become part of her reality once more. He was so familiar, but everything had now changed between them.

“I’m not assuming anything tonight. I only wanted to tell you that I had an amazing time, and you look … you look so damn beautiful, Valerie. Thank you for this. All of this. I won’t make you regret giving me another chance.”

“Thank you for trusting me with the company secrets.” She was too overwhelmed to say anything else.

“I don’t want to talk about work.”

“What would you like to talk about?”

She could feel the heat coming off his body in waves. His expression turned almost desperate, and she hated that. She didn’t want to torture the poor guy, especially since it was obvious they both wanted the same thing.

“Never mind,” she said, stepping closer. “Talking is overrated.” Valerie kissed him, tentatively at first, but she needn’t have worried whether she’d read him wrong. He captured her mouth in a kiss so damn hot she was surprised the carpet under their feet didn’t catch fire.

He moved his hands from her shoulders to her face, cupping it so tightly it almost hurt. She moaned into his open mouth, letting it all happen. The sensations racing through her were both familiar and fresh, probably because she hadn’t had sex in forever. It didn’t matter why. All she knew was that it felt so damn right, and she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Grayson released her mouth and moved to her neck, planting soft kisses up and down it. “Valerie … oh my God, it feels so fucking good to kiss you again.”

“I can hardly breathe right now.”

He gazed into her eyes. “In a good way, right? I mean, you’re okay with this.”

“Yes, Grayson. Absolutely.” Before she lost her nerve, Valerie dropped her bag on the floor and reached around to unzip her dress. He stepped back, a drop-dead sexy grin on his face as she let the garment fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, and then removed her sandals and stood in front of him clad only in a lacy half bra and panties that matched the dress.

“Keep going.”

His voice was gruff and commanding, and it sent shivers up and down her spine. She unhooked the bra and let it fall, then slid off the panties. She’d been naked in front of him before so that was nothing new, but she swore she couldn’t remember him gazing at her like this. As if she was a precious gem he’d just dug out of the rock himself, and no one had ever seen anything like it.

She had to blink back tears while his gaze traveled slowly over her body. He didn’t touch her, which was even more arousing. When he finally did reach for her, gently, as if she might break if he wasn’t careful, she moaned loudly and threw herself into his arms.

Valerie had always enjoyed making love to Grayson. He was skilled and he knew it. She’d always found that confidence very sexy. This felt different on his part. Or maybe she’d just been away from it too long?

He kissed her again, shoving his tongue into her mouth while his hands ran down her back, then over her ass, and finally came up to cup her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers the way she loved, then grasped her ass again and smacked each cheek, hard.

She pulled away from the kiss, her clit throbbing now. “Oh God. You know how much I always loved it when you spanked me.”

“Too bad I didn’t bring my favorite flogger along on the trip.”

She giggled, her arousal rising to crazy heights. “We’ll have to improvise.”

“Maybe later.” He pulled her close again. “Right now if I don’t get inside you, I’m going to fucking explode.”



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Saturday, February 20, 2016

GUEST BLOGGER LIBBY BISHOP WITH GHOSTS OF EMERALD BAY

Please welcome my guest blogger Libby Bishop with 
GHOSTS OF EMERALD BAY
 
 
 
Blurb:
Kate Briar is enjoying her vacation when her boss calls her to the office about a job. As head researcher for Revenant Investigations—a paranormal investigation team—she’s unsure why he sounds so wary about her taking the case. After all, there’s very few people in Noble, Maine she’d refuse to work with. She’s even more uncertain about his hesitation when he announces that the case is one she’s dreamed of since she was a teenager. That is, until he tells her who she’ll be working with. 
Murphy O’Keefe is a well-known legend hunter. He chases the legends of the dead for profit. Kate used to be good friends with him, and they were growing much closer before he betrayed her. She was helping him with a case when she woke up one morning to find all of her research and all of the artifacts she’d found gone—she hasn’t seen him since. 
To keep things civil, she offers him a truce, not wanting to spoil the importance of the new case. But she doesn’t realize the turmoil of anger and attraction that truce will ignite. Nor that her fate is directly in the hands of the man that broke her heart. 

Excerpt:
Sitting at his desk, Folger leaned his forearms against it and folded his hands together. “I’ll start by telling you the investigation is at the Norling Lighthouse.”
Excitement sparked within her at the name, and she couldn’t help but smile wide. “Folger! I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to investigate Norling since I was a teenager.”
Folger chuckled. “I know, which is why you’d be the perfect person for the job.”
“Exactly what does the client want?” The lighthouse was known to be haunted by three different ghosts, but it was rumored to be connected to the pirates who came through Noble during the summer months.
“The interest is in the ghost who walks the lighthouse, but the other ghosts should be noted as well. The most important thing for him, our client, is to find the lighthouse keeper’s journal, because he believes it’s somehow connected the pirate legend.”
The joy that was coursing through her drained away, and dread took its place. She understood now why both he and Arabella had kept the client’s name from her—it wasn’t a Noble resident. Their client was a legend-hunter: a person who hunted myths of the dead for profit.
“Kate, look at me.”
She met Folger’s gaze, which was filled with understanding.
“It’s Murphy O’Keefe.”
Her throat went dry and refused to work. Murphy was the one person on the face of the planet she never wanted to see again. Their last encounter was so engrained into memory, all she had to do was think about it and she was right back there in the moment, feeling the anger at his betrayal all over again.
“He has presented enough facts to the town council they’ve agreed to allow him to dig deeper into the lighthouse keeper, who, as you know, is the one haunting the lighthouse itself.” Folger leaned back in his chair. “They had a stipulation—Revenant Investigations is to send someone with him to document the investigation and help him search. They asked specifically for you since you know the history of the lighthouse and the pirates better than all of Noble, save Doyle,” he was the head of the Historical Society, “—but if you don’t want to do this, I’ll understand.”
Kate took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She swallowed hard, the motion near painful. “Does he,” she cleared her throat, “have to be at the lighthouse? Can I investigate by myself or with another team member?”
Folger shook his head. “No. He has to be there—it was his stipulation. However, if you feel it necessary to bring in another member of the team, that’s what will be done.”
Kate crossed her legs, wondering what to do. This case was a dream case for her. She practically begged the Historical Society every year to let her go in for even just one night. But to deal with Murphy? She’d trusted him as a friend and teammate before she started with Revenant and he’d betrayed her. Gutted her, to be more exact. But still, the Norling Lighthouse…
What if she never got another chance to investigate?
“He can’t run with the goods, so to speak? He has an ironclad agreement with the council?”
Folger handed her a piece of paper. “I have the entire document on file, but that’s really all you need to see.”
She began to read it, very carefully.
“In summary, it states that Murphy cannot use any of the findings for profit. That includes documents, journals, jewelry, or any other historical artifact relating to the pirates of Emerald Bay and those who dwelled in the lighthouse, or once dwelled where the lighthouse and the keeper’s house now stand.”
That’s exactly what the paper she was holding stated. She’d read it four more times before handing it back to Folger. “No profit.”
“Not a penny. All he’ll receive is credit for helping find anything we don’t already know for a fact. He can’t even sell the story, Kate—Noble will control how everything will be announced and released.”
So Murphy would only get credit… Kate took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I’ll do it, Folger. I’ll take the case.”


Author Bio:
Libby Bishop is a paranormal romance/erotic romance author.
She loves reading, writing, movies, Lindt dark chocolate, autumn, the SyFy Channel (Haven and Bitten!), and spending time with friends and family. She have one fat, fluffy cat who thinks she’s queen of the house…and really, she is.
She also writes dark fantasy/horror under the name October Weeks.

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Friday, February 19, 2016

GUEST BLOGGER ELODIE PARKES WITH DEEP DREAM

 Please welcome my guest blogger today, Elodie Parkes with  
DEEP DREAM.

Thank you for inviting me to your blog today to celebrate my new release with Hot Ink Press, erotic paranormal romance, 'Deep Dream.'

This story concept was originally formed for a proposed series. Now it has been completed revised, lengthened, and re-edited for Hot Ink Press.

Essentially a vampire erotic romance, it also has threads of magic, and taking place in New Orleans, it's set in a music club/rock club, the mysterious StarZ.

Ethan Ross, the vampire hero, has been in New Orleans since his girlfriend and sire, dumped him in 1922. He's used to the weird undercurrents of the city and now works in StarZ that caters to the supernatural folks. His band, Deep Dream, play there. He's tasked with taking care of the 'ordinary humans' that arrive in the club and he does this happily ...

With a broken heart to heal Ethan swore off love long ago ... that is until starry eyed Anna Prideaux wanders into his life. 
Then sparks start to fly ...

Read an excerpt

 She watched him disappear into the gloom. Anna stood and scooped her phone from the counter. She glanced around to check who might be watching her. When it looked like no one was, she quickly followed Marcus. She quickened her pace as she lost sight of him in the swirling mist at the back of the club’s main room. Marcus disappeared.

When she reached where she’d last seen him a shiver spiked up her back. The mist was freezing cold, the air thick with potent. Anna turned away as a weird fear gripped her. She practically ran back to the bar, weaving through the groups of patrons, and muttering, “Sorry,” as she knocked into one, splashed the drink from the glass of another, until she stood in front of Ethan.

His gaze mesmerized her. She wasn’t even sure she actually heard his voice, but somehow he soothed her.

“Anna, it’s time you went home now. You want to go home. You have work to do transcribing the interview with the band. Everything’s fine.”

She smiled at him. “I’m off now. Thank you for answering my questions. Thank Marcus for me. He left.” She gestured toward where she’d run from. A flutter of fear rose in her stomach and then Ethan was leaning forward, his blue eyes capturing her so that she dreamily froze to soak up his low voiced words.

“Goodnight, Anna.”
She left the club happily, a faraway feeling carrying her along ...
©Elodie Parkes Hot Ink Press 2016


About Elodie
I’m a writer who is in love with happy endings. Currently based in the UK but thinking about joining the next flock of birds I see heading south for the winter.
I love: music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean...
I work with antiques by day and words by night.
Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my current home, and I write.
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Thursday, February 18, 2016

GUEST BLOGGER ALEXA SINCLAIRE WITH DARK BEAST

Please welcome my guest blogger today, Alexa Sinclaire with DARK BEAST

Essentials Title: Dark Beast Author: Alexa Sinclaire Publisher: Evernight Publishing Release Date: February 9th, 2015 Genre & Length: M/F Erotic Romance Novella 

Blurb Scarred and bitter, all former soldier Kieran Thomson wants is a wife, a beautiful bride he can control and manipulate. And use for really hot sex. He isn’t supposed to fall for her. He isn’t supposed to actually care about her. He just wants to lock her up in a gilded cage and use her for his own pleasure. But when she finds a way past his barriers with her sensual touch, Kieran realizes he must either set her free or let her into his heart. Despite being ignored and shunned by her family, Josephine Richmond is willing to protect them at any cost. Even if it means marrying a man she’s only just met. They say he’s a beast, scarred inside and out. She knows she should be afraid, she knows she should hate him for trapping her, but she can’t. Unable to resist her attraction to her husband, Josephine’s determined to make the marriage work.  Especially when she has her own secret scars that only Kieran seems able to heal. 

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Excerpt
Looking down at the petrified Josephine, Kieran rationally understood why she was nervous, but he didn’t care. Not one tiny bit.
The woman was an adult, after all. She wasn’t being forced—maybe ‘manipulated’ was the word—into the marriage. To hold back the feeling of pity creeping into his conscience, he remembered the look on her face when she saw his scars at their one meeting before the wedding. The repulsed reaction was just like all those women before her who trembled at his disfiguration, and reminded him that like those vapid bimbos, she was as superficial as them.
It was the main reason he felt little guilt in picking her purely based on looks. She’d been stunning as a sixteen-year-old girl and now six years later, she’d grown into her body and was absolutely beautiful. Her figure was something out of a 1950s pinup: smooth curves and dips, filling out in all the right places. Unbelievably fuckable.
Her skin was porcelain smooth with a few freckles across the bridge of her nose that looked a bit out a place on her alabaster skin yet gave her something unique. But it was her mouth that really killed him: luscious and pink, with a distinct curve along the upper lip that he wanted to lick. They looked permanently swollen and ever since their brief meeting to discuss the prenuptial agreement, he’d spend many a night imagining those lips wrapped around his hard cock. At least that hadn’t been damaged by the landmine.
Josephine’s innocence practically radiated off of her. Her father had informed Kieran that she’d attended a strict boarding school before returning home and now attended college through an online-learning program. Considering her father’s social standing, her isolation seemed suspect, but Kieran didn’t let himself dwell on it too much.
Kieran watched her lips now as she began to speak the words that committed her to the marriage. Committed her to him.
“I-I-I do.” The tremor in her voice was audible.
It was now time to kiss the bride, he heard the priest inform them, and he waited for the moment of revulsion to cross Josephine’s face as she turned to face him, just as it had two weeks ago. But all he saw was slight trepidation as she looked up into his eyes. Her gaze didn’t even wander across his face and onto the scars. She remained looking up at Kieran, focusing intently on his own hazel eyes. Why wasn’t she recoiling?
Irritated by the feelings of confusion her stoic stare caused in him, he wrapped one arm around her waist, whilst grasping the other behind her neck, and firmly pulled her flush against him. Leaning down, he smashed his lips against her perfect mouth. He stiffened as he felt her small hands grasp his biceps.
Kieran expected her to subtly try and push him off her, but inside she melted into his arms. Not only was she not pushing him away, she seemed to be willingly letting him draw her small, soft body against his own. She didn’t even stiffen in his grasp. Her hips pressed against him and as he pulled away from her mouth, he heard a faint sigh escape from her lush lips.
Almost as if she’d enjoyed it.
Aware of their location, he willed himself to step back. He released his wife from his grasp but moved to grasp her hand and turned to walk out of the church. Kieran glanced over at her, amazed to see that a flush had spread across her cheeks and neck. As if she’d relished his touch. No, it was impossible to think that she was anything but repulsed by him. After all, he was a monster.
Nothing more than a beast.
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Alexa Sinclaire writes erotic romance: the hotter the better. Originally from the East Coast, she now lives in England with her very own Alpha male British husband.

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