January 31, 2014

Blitz: Mobster's Angel by Amy Rachiele

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Book Title: Mobster's Angel
Author: Amy Rachiele
Genre: Romance/Family Saga/Action Adventure
Release Date: December 15, 2013
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Vito has grown up in the underworld of the mob. He has recently reached age eighteen. His family has been involved since the thirties. In 2014, the rules haven’t changed much. What worked then, works now; power, violence, and loyalty.

Love isn’t something you can control. As much as Vito, mobster enforcer, wish he could, he can’t. And falling in love with someone who is close to jailbait age is even tougher. Vito bides his time and waits. For a hasty guy with limited self-control, it’s difficult to curb his impulses.

At age fifteen, Erin just wants to forget. Erin’s world came crashing down when she learned her family was not what they seemed. She’s been living in a lie. No one told her her family was mob. The cliché ignorance is bliss becomes a sharp stabbing realization when she has to learn to cope with the aftermath.

Being smart doesn’t save you from terror and doesn’t teach you how to live with it. You can’t escape the mob. It’s part of your existence!

TAGS: New Adult - Romance/Action Adventure/ Family Saga/Anti-hero/Mobster/Mafia/Alpha-Male/Alternate POV

“Sometimes I hear him whispering in my ear as if my conscience has grown and matured into a six foot three dark haired male. The studying, reading, and listening I did to impress adults are nothing compared to what I learned from Vito.”

~ Erin

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author pic-2Amy Rachiele is a military spouse and brat who spent many years volunteering and on staff for the Army National Guard and Department of Veteran Affairs with family support, family readiness, as well as, families of the Fallen. Amy devoted 10 years to teaching at-risk students in the Providence School System. She holds a Master's degree from Rhode Island College in English and Secondary Education. She volunteers her time at the local library facilitating a writer’s group in the hope of inspiring other writers. Besides writing, she enjoys scrapbooking, sewing, and traveling. Amy lives in Massachusetts with her son and husband.





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September
Vito’s Senior Year at Palmetto High School, New Jersey
I jump people in alleys for fun. I say shit I don’t mean.Yeah, I’m an asshole…always been one, always will be.
The way I grew up, nice got you fuckin’ nothin’ but stepped on. The mob life is brutal; a hazy, volatile run of survival. I don’t like it, but I’m proud of my heritage and my friends.

One thing I admire is the loyalty in the Mafia. I come from a long line of mobsters. The Rossi’s have been here in New Jersey since the thirties, tommy guns, and zoot suits.

My Pop has been gone on business for the Palmetto Mob Boss for over a year now. His loyalty is unwavering. Mom and I see him on holidays, and he calls a lot. It’s not the same as having him here.

But Pop being away isn’t what’s wrong with me.

Erin, this kid - I can’t get her out of my head. Well, I guess she’s not a kid. No… no… she’s a kid. She’s fourteen… I’m seventeen.

Holy shit! I could go to jail. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time - and she’d be worth it. I wouldn’t have even found out she was that young if I hadn’t overheard her sister, Megan, telling my best friend, Antonio.

Ugh, shit!

It’s not so bad if she’s turning fifteen like - tomorrow.

I’m trying, I really am. I just have to keep repeating to myself, she’s a freshman, you’re a senior. She has three more years of high school left; I’m going to college next year. Well, I will if I get my head out of my ass.

Every time I see her, she seems to be having the time of her life. She thrives on laughter and fun. Her happiness is contagious. That’s probably why everyone likes her. Erin is way more outgoing than Megan.

She’s smart like her sister. I bet she’ll get an early acceptance to the college of her choice, too.

What would she want with a stupid ass like me?

That damn red hair! And that slim little body. I know that this has to have something to do with Antonio going out with Red…I mean Megan. Yeah, that’s definitely what it is. The hair. The O’Neill girls are different... Irish, not Italian. Forbidden.

Antonio’s father, the Mob Boss of Palmetto, New Jersey, warned all of us years ago to stay away from Megan. But Antonio Rinaldo Delisi, Sr. never mentioned Megan’s little sister, Erin. He probably figured she was too young to be of interest to us.

I heard some chooches talking about her after school the other day while I was walking down the hallway near the science wing. Typical guy shit. But I wanted to slam their faces into the lockers. I had it all planned out in my head. I was going to take each of them by the scruff of the neck, one by one, and SMASH. I’m familiar with the sound of flesh hitting metal. Then I would’ve taken them into the fuckin’ bathroom and washed their mouths out with anti-bacterial soap. But I held back…

And that shows that I’ve been paying way too much attention to someone that doesn’t even know I’m alive. I’m a chooch when it comes to getting attention. I just act like the asshole I am.

Like the time I hit on her sister in church. And did I mention that Erin didn’t even look my way? That was just me being stupid. I do stupid shit all the time because I don’t think, I just do. It’s an important motto in the Mafia. Thinking can be very bad for your health. No one wants cement shoes and lungs full of water.

She’s got a boyfriend. I’ve seen him. He’s a scrawny little guy. His mother picked Erin up from school one day: I saw the mini-van pull up. The door slid open and she hopped in. Her face said it all; she was happy and excited to see her pansy little boyfriend.

The guy is in the same grade as her, but he goes to another school. Lucky for him…he doesn’t have to see her every day. That is, if that pansy kid could really be as attracted to her as I am. And it’s good because if he were around, I’d consider beating him up every once in a while just for shits and giggles.

Like a chooch, I’m on high alert, constantly looking for her in the hallways. I know every class she’s in. I’ve actually cut a few classes to wait outside her classroom like a stalker.

This cannot be normal. I know its not. Maybe I need a shrink. Some intense therapy might beat it out of me.

That’s it! A good beating!

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January 30, 2014

Book Review: The Replacement by Rachael Wade

The Replacement by Rachael Wade
Publication date: January 27th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult


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Synopsis:

*Contains sexually explicit content and mature subject matter, including language and elements of abuse.*

A gritty New Adult drama about a young woman’s self-destructive quest to find purpose, self-worth, and love in a broken world.

My name is Elise Duchamp. I’m twenty-three years old and I’m known as the town whore.

No, not the kind who exchanges sexual favors for money. The other kind. The kind who gives it all away for free, whenever and however she likes. I am that girl. The one everyone whispers about and the one none of the girls seem to like, because all of their boyfriends either want to sleep with me or already have. Promiscuity is my thing—the kind that slowly, violently turns my insides black, but gives me something I need.

All things considered, I’m not completely reckless. I’m safe, and contrary to popular opinion, I do have a heart. I live in a world of careless choices, and with those choices come careless people. I cannot judge them, because I am one of them. I too bow down to the altar of the self-serving. I am not a good friend. I am not and never could be anyone’s girlfriend. I’m convinced any goodness in me shriveled up and died long ago.

But I am a replacement. That is something I know how to be, and this is a story of the lengths I’d go to in order to keep it that way.



The ReplacementThe Replacement by Rachael Wade

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Wow, this book really messes with your mind and your emotions. But in a good way (I guess), because I can't stop thinking about the main character, Elise. She was so broken, so effed up, it was literally hard to read her story. She made such bad decisions, time after time, it was like she was purposely trying to destroy her life. And in a way she really was. She didn't feel like she deserved happiness, or love, or any of those things that most people take as their God given rights. I'm kind of getting ahead of myself, but this book has left me feeling kind of raw - like I need to purge out my reactions as quickly as I can.

I'll skip the synopsis, because you can read it yourself, and get to the good stuff. Elise is such a complex character that I feel like she's going to stick with me for a while. Even though Rachael Wade wrote her in such a way that should make her utterly unlikeable, I couldn't help being pulled in to her psyche, into her damage, into her spiral of destruction, and feeling real empathy and sympathy for her. And in a messed up way I really did understand why she felt the need to ruin her life. I didn't like it, but I understood it. Thank God she had someone like Jay in her life to act as a substitute father figure, because if not for him I think she would have been a true lost cause.

But mostly, Elise's redemption can be attributed to Ryder. I feel confident when I say that Ryder is a gorgeous, caring, too-good-too-be-true figment of Rachael Wade's imagination, because surely guys like this do not really exist!! Not only does he try to see through Elise's bullshit and all of the rumors that surround her, but he really gives her a chance to show him who she really is.....or who she really can be.
"Don’t run from this. Stay. Let me fuck you and adore you at the same time. ‘Cause I can do that. I can give you both. I’ve never wanted anything more"
And he pushes and pushes her until she breaks. When she does, it's not pretty, it's not romantic, but it's exactly the way it has to be. But just by accepting her as she is and letting her know that he will never walk away, it's almost as if Ryder gives Elise permission to forgive herself, or at least a chance to try and see herself in a different light.
"Go ahead. Give me all you’ve got. Rip my fucking heart out if that’s what you need to do. But it won’t change this. I love you and I know you love me."
Ryder really does prove himself too-good-to-be-true, but I was so invested in the story that I bought it, and I wanted it to work out between the two of them. Enough to overlook the fact that deep down I don't think any self-respecting man would take the kind of rejection and hurt that Elise hit him with over and over. But somehow he stuck it out, and I loved him for it. And eventually, so did Elise.
“You’re not the other woman, here. You’re the woman.”
Fair warning: this book may not be easy to read for a lot of people. It presents a very controversial view of what it's like to be the "other woman." Elise calls herself the town whore several times, and seems to embrace that about herself. She is rather unapologetic about it, for the most part. But, it's not because she has some radical idea of super feminism or of acting like "one of the guys." Her actions and attitude about sex and cheating originate from a very dark and painful place. So be prepared - I warned you!

I really enjoyed this book. I was needing to read something a little darker than the typical New Adult book, and this was exactly what I was searching for. If this sounds like a story that would interest you, you should definitely check it out!

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Rachael Wade is the Amazon bestselling author of The Preservation Series, The Resistance Trilogy, and the upcoming sci-fi series, The Keepers Trilogy. When she’s not writing, she’s busy learning French, watching too many movies, and learning how to protect animals and the environment. Visit her at www.RachaelWade.com and www.LightsOnOutreach.com, or come chat with her on Twitter via @RachaelWade

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January 29, 2014

Book Review: A Hero's Heart by Amber Daulton

Title: A Hero's Heart
Author: Amber Daulton
Genre:  Contemporary Romance, Holiday, Novella

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Ten years ago, Jarrett Brandt left home and abandoned everyone of importance. After a hard reality check, the irresponsible young man matured into a ballsy DEA agent with a kickass Harley Davidson and a million-dollar bounty on his head. Ordered by his superior officer to take refuge at a safe house just days before Christmas, he headed back home to Washington State, instead, to make peace with his deceased brother’s memory.

Marissa Reinn Brandt never expected to see Jarrett again. Best friends since childhood and lovers as teenagers, immaturity, over-demanding parents and illicit drugs ripped them apart. Now a successful chef at a posh restaurant, the young widow and her son offered Jarrett a place to stay for the holiday. Even though she expected nothing from her former lover—the twin brother of the man she married—fate intervened.

As Jarrett and Marissa rekindled the flames of love and lust that once bound them together, an enemy from his past and a trusted mentor from his present vied their time in the snowy dark and threatened to destroy everyone he held dear. Needing a Christmas miracle to save his family, Jarrett needed the love of a good woman to save his battered heart. His second chance with Marissa meant the world to him and nothing, no one, would stand in his way of cherishing her for all time.



A Hero's HeartA Hero's Heart by Amber Daulton

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This novella was a quick, enjoyable read. I felt like Amber Daulton did a great job fitting a lot of story into a short amount of space, and a remarkable job making the characters feel developed and relatable. Most of the time I don't really enjoy novellas because I don't feel like I have enough time to connect with the characters, and then the story feels rushed and over before it really even started - but this was not the case at all with A Hero's Heart.

Jarrett Brandt is the black sheep of his family. He left home when he was eighteen, battling a drug addiction, running from overbearing parents, and abandoning a girlfriend who loved him with all of her heart. Now, years later, he has returned to his home town to pay his respects on the five year anniversary of his twin brothers' death. He is also once again on the run, but this time it's because he's an undercover DEA agent who has helped bring down a drug lord who now wants him dead. Jarrett comes face to face with his parents (a disapproving dad who is a retired police officer who still sees him as a druggie loser, and a mom who feels torn between the two of them), and with Marissa who he learns married his twin brother Joel and had a son with him.

Without giving away too many spoilers, I'll just say that Marissa and Jarrett reconnect and he ends up spending Christmas with her and his family. However, just when it's looking like he may be able to make peace with his dad and be able to build a future with Marissa, his past catches up with him and puts the people he loves in danger.

I really enjoyed the family dynamic that was described in the story. So often there is a black sheep of the family, and I think a lot of times they are misunderstood. I love seeing situation where they are able to redeem themselves and end up coming out on top, especially of something like a drug addiction. I also really liked the fact that Marissa was a strong female character. She didn't apologize for any of her past actions, and she didn't just immediately fall back in Jarrett's arms. She was pulled to him physically, and she did pursue him because she knew what she wanted, but she also forced him to be honest with her before she trusted him again.

My only complaint about this story centers around Marissa and Joel's son Jason. According to my math, he should be around seven years old in this story, but his actions and mannerisms make him seem much younger. In my opinion, his age needs to be adjusted to about 5 years old to make his character seem authentic.

Overall, I enjoyed this novella, and recommend it to anyone looking for a quick entertaining read!

**Free copy of book provided by author in exchange for an honest review.**

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Author Bio:
My mind is a wonderland of romance, laughter and really awesome ways of kicking a guy when he’s down. Writing is my passion and I probably wouldn’t be too sane without it. After all, what’s a girl to do when there are people jabbering away in her head and there’s no way to shut them up? Write! That’s the only answer I’ve found that works.

I live in the lovely foothills of North Carolina with my supportive husband, Greg, and five fuzzy, little ninjas (our kitties)! The first thing most people notice about me is my quick, sarcastic wit. As a fan of contemporary, paranormal and historical novels alike, I just can't get enough of sassy heroines and brooding heroes. Writing romance takes up most of my time, aside from my day job in the retail industry. Luckily, my husband doesn't mind cooking most nights. I also enjoy hiking, gardening, painting, watching movies and scrap-booking when a serious case of writer's block bogs me down.


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Blitz: Goodbye Girl by Scarlett Metal

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Book Title: Goodbye Girl
Author: Scarlett Metal
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 24, 2013
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Rachel met Clint in a diner one night while she was on the road trying to escape her past. From the moment they lay their eyes on each other, sparks fly. He offers her a job on his ranch and even though she's a city girl, she accepts.

It's not long before they give into their attraction and settle into life together on the ranch. They find happiness in each other's arms and Clint quickly wonders if Rachel is the girl that can give him his happily ever after.

Rachel's past eventually comes back to haunt her, and threatens her happiness with Clint. Can they work through their demons of the past and find their happily ever after? Or will Rachel leave Clint just like she fled her life before?

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Goodbye Girl

By Scarlett Metal

Chapter 1 - Rachel

Just a few more miles…Just a few more miles between him and I and it’ll be ok.

My hand was shaking as I took the last sip of my Red Bull. I hadn’t slept in three days and I’d been living on Red Bulls and candy. If I didn’t stop soon for a rest, my body was going to shut down.

I’d just made it through South Dakota. I thought about stopping to see Mount Rushmore, but I couldn’t. The more distance I could put between Buffalo and me, the better off I would be.

I crossed the state line into Wyoming, watching the sun set into the mountains. It was around nine at night and the highway was fairly empty. I saw a sign for Sheridan, Wyoming and decided to find a small hotel there for a night or two. I would probably be safe there; he’d never think to look for me way up here. We’d always talked about moving south to Florida, so hopefully he’d check down there first.

I exited the highway and turned into the parking lot of a small hotel with a diner attached. A shower and a home cooked meal sounded perfect right now. I grabbed my purse and headed inside to the front desk where an elderly woman greeted me. She looked more like a librarian than someone who would work behind the desk of hotel.

“Hey hun, what can I do for you?” She smiled at me so wide I couldn’t help but smile back. Her eyes darted to the bruise on my cheek and I self-consciously touched my face. Never again! Never again would I be embarrassed to be out in public because of something a man did to me.

“Do you have a room for a night or two?” I asked softly, my hands suddenly trembling. I shoved them in the pockets of my jean shorts so she wouldn’t notice.

“Just a second,” she said and looked at the screen next to her. After a few quick keystrokes, she turned back to me. “Yep, we have a room with a king-sized bed available on the second floor for two nights. Would you like it?”

I nodded, setting my purse on the counter and reaching inside for my wallet. I pulled out a few hundreds, hoping she didn’t notice the wad of cash I had in my purse. I didn’t want to draw any more attention to myself.

I paid for the room and she gave me my key. “The diner is attached and it’s open twenty-four hours a day. They have the best food there, breakfast especially.”

I took my key and thanked her before heading back out to my car. I grabbed a few bags, looking around to make sure I was alone before heading back inside to my room. Fuck him for making me so paranoid. I found it easily and threw my stuff on the bed. I looked at the bed longingly. I really wanted to lay down and pass out cold, but I needed a shower and food first

I opened one of my suitcases and found a change of clothes and my bathroom stuff. I turned the water on almost as hot as it would go, before stripping off my shorts and t-shirt. I glanced at myself in the mirror, wincing at the bruises he left on my arm. I pressed my fingers gently on my face and bit my lip, fighting back the tears. He didn’t matter anymore; I was never going to see him again.

I climbed into the shower, the hot water feeling almost like needles on my skin. I closed my eyes and leaned back, letting the water wash the grime of his touch and the road off of me. As I stood there, all the emotions I’d kept at bay the past few days came crashing over me. I started to sob, my tears mixing with the water running down my face. I reached out and leaned against the shower wall, my body shaking.

When I finally had no more tears left in me, I squared my shoulders, determined not to let him break me again. I quickly finished in the shower and got dressed, my stomach rumbling. I took my room key and some cash and headed out of my room. It was already eleven o’clock, but the lady at the front desk said they were open twenty-four hours, so I figured I’d check it out. I’d thought about just ordering a pizza and having it delivered, but after being locked in my car essentially for the past three days, I needed to get out.

I walked out of the front door of the hotel and turned the corner to the diner. As I opened the door, I was surprised to find the place busier than I’d expected at this time a night in small town Wyoming. My stomach made a noise I was sure the whole place heard and I quickly made my way to a booth in the corner.

I sat down and grabbed a menu. I was so hungry that everything on the menu sounded good. I finally decided on an omelet and toast before the waitress even made her way over to me.

“All set to order?” she smiled at me, her black hair back in a high ponytail.

“Yes, I’ll take a ham and cheese omelet, wheat toast, and some milk please.” My mouth was watering at the thought of eating real food. Living off of fast food gets really old really quick.

She finished writing down my order and tucked her pencil back behind her ear. “Sounds good. I’ll get that in right away and bring you some water, hun."

She turned and I smiled. I’d been called ‘hun’ twice in one night. Where was I? People back home weren’t this friendly. Maybe I could get used to this.

I glanced around the restaurant, checking out the other patrons. There was a group of older men sitting at the counter, their clothes dirty, looking like they’d just come from work. A few booths away from me sat a young couple sitting on the same side. I rolled my eyes when they kissed, but a part of me felt a twinge of jealousy.

There were a few others scattered about but my breath caught in my throat when I noticed him. He was at a table nearby and I have no idea how I didn’t notice him earlier. He was busy reading the paper and drinking his coffee, but I could see his chocolate brown eyes, lashes so long most women would kill for them. He was wearing cowboy boots and a baseball hat, so I couldn’t see what color his hair was or how long it was. He was wearing jeans and I briefly wondered if they were Wrangler jeans and if they fit him like they did the guys in the commercials. A tight white t-shirt showed off his muscular arms and clung to his chest in all the right places.

He glanced up and nodded at me with a wink and a smile and I turned away quickly, feeling my face on fire at being caught staring. The waitress came over with my food just then, having seen the whole thing.

“He’s hot, isn’t he?” she teased as she set my food in front of me. I laughed and nodded. “His name is Clint. He comes in here all the time. He owns a big ranch nearby where he lives with his mom, sister, and brother. He’s one of the youngest ranch owners in Wyoming.”

I turned and stole another glance back at him. He’d folded up his paper and was getting ready to get up. As he stood up, my eyes moved down his body. Yep, he wore the jeans just like in the commercial. I swallowed hard and felt a stirring deep in my womb when he looked over at me again. It was like his eyes were looking into my soul. Sexy as he was, it was a little bit unnerving.

The waitress leaned down and whispered, “He’s single too.”

“I’m not - I didn’t,” I stammered, totally embarrassed again. Was I that obvious?

“Just thought you’d want to know the way you two are checking each other out,” she winked and turned around to head back to the kitchen. Wait – he was checking me out too? I didn’t see that.

I shook my head. I just left an asshole, I didn’t need another man right away. It didn’t matter that he was sex on a stick; I wasn’t interested.

I couldn’t help but watch him as I ate. He seemed to know almost everyone in the diner and stopped to talk to everyone on his way out. He shook hands with the guys sitting at the counter, laughing and talking with them before turning my way. Shit, he was going to come right past my table. I wanted to slide under the table so bad right now. I cursed myself that I didn’t bring a book or something to read so I could look totally busy when he walked by.

“Hey there,” he greeted me, his voice deep and smooth, like whiskey going down your throat. He tipped his hat at me and I thought I was going to swoon. I’d never met a real cowboy before. Growing up in Buffalo, NY, there was nothing but punk ass men who thought they were all that.

“Hi,” I said, setting down my fork and taking a drink of my milk.

“New around here?” he asked. I swore his eyes darkened when he noticed the bruise on my cheek and I suddenly wished I’d taken the time to hide it better with make up; I’d just swiped on some foundation, not even bothering with concealer.

“Just passing through,” I replied. Should I offer him a seat? But I didn’t know him. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.

He nodded. “Where ya headed?”

I shrugged. “Not sure. My plan was to just drive until I found a good place to stay.” Why was I being so open with this stranger? I rarely shared with people I knew and here I was telling a total stranger my travel plans.

“Hmm…Well, this is a good place to stay and if you need work, I can always use help on my ranch,” he grinned at me and my stomach did a flip-flop.

He put his hand out to shake mine. “I’m Clint. I own Hidden Lane Ranch just up the way.”

“Rachel,” I responded, taking his hand in mine. It was different than his hand; rough, like he knew how to actually do real work. He griped my hand tight and shook it. For a second I thought about what his hands would feel like on my soft skin and desire pooled between my thighs. Sweet baby Jesus, what was I thinking.

“Nice to meet you.” He released my hand. “I gotta get back to the ranch, but if you’re interested, talk to the ladies here. They’ll point you in the right direction.” He tipped his hat to me again. “Have a good night, Rachel.”

“Goodnight,” I managed to mutter. God the way he said my name made me tremble. What would it sound like if he whispered it in my ear while in the throes of passion?

I watched him leave the diner shamelessly checking out his ass in those jeans. I kept my eyes on him until I couldn’t see him in the dark night before turning back to my omelet that was now cold. I was finished with it anyway and paid before heading back to my room. I didn’t think I could keep my eyes open much longer.

I stripped off my clothes and climbed into bed naked. As I’m about to drift off to sleep, I thought about Clint’s job offer. Maybe he was right; maybe this was a good place to stay. Then I could be around his sexiness all day. I sighed and rolled over to my side, clutching a pillow against me. I just left a man, would it really be smart to have another in my life so soon?

The last thing I saw before I drifted off was Clint’s smile. I might have to check out his ranch in the morning.
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