Monday, June 27, 2016

NEW RELEASE! ECHOES IN ETERNITY



RELEASE DAY! 

Echoes in Eternity

Published By: I Heart Book Publishing, LLC
Word Count: 101,910
Price: $5.99
Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Microsoft Reader, Rocket, Epub, Mobipocket (.mobi)

What if, all your life, you have lived a lie? Your best friends know the truth, but don’t tell you. Your grandparents are really strangers and not related. Your new boyfriend is part of a secret society. To top it all off, you’re the reincarnation of an ancient goddess of a lost land.
Esmé McKenna, an archaeological assistant at a New York City museum, has dreams of a mysterious man for years, but thought he was nothing more than wishful thinking. After a thirtieth birthday bash given by her friends, Esmé has another dream, this time more detailed. The next day, a tall, dark, and handsome man named Jake Bomani sent as an emissary of the Atalantia Corporation, walks into the museum setting off a chain of events which change her life forever.
Take a journey starting from the distant past to present day—New York and Paris, to an archaeological dig site in Egypt, and to Surrey, U.K. Esmé discovers a life lived before and accepts her destiny to live a life intertwined with the present that echoes the past for an eternity.

RELEASE DAY! MASTER DRAGON



RELEASE DAY! 

Master Dragon

Published By: I Heart Book Publishing, LLC
Word Count: 100960

Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Palm DOC/iSolo, Microsoft Reader, Rocket, Epub, Mobipocket (.mobi)

About the book
For thirty-five years, Brock Dragon has been single, but for good reason. Working at Club Tabu, Knight Enterprises, attending college and taking care of his family, he hasn’t had time to meet the right woman and fall in love. That is, until the little spitfire cousin of another Club Tabu Master’s wife steals his breath away.
When Karlie Larson returns home to Dallas, Texas, as a Doctor of Aero-Astro Physics, she never planned to explore her sexuality at Club Tabu with the urging of her cousin. She quickly realizes the stranger with the dragon tattoo can give her what she has only fantasized about. Karlie’s entry into the BDSM world will never be forgotten, shaking the very foundation of her well-ordered world.
Can one look, one kiss, one whisper from the dangerous Bad Boy of Dallas be Mr. Right for the innocent Rocket Scientist?

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

FACEBOOK HOP - SPICING UP YOUR SUMMER READS

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Summer is almost here and kids are out of school (ours on Wednesday). What better way to spend a hot summer day then lounging by the pool with a good book? Or better yet forget the pool and head for the beach, but before we do let’s jam pack readers with some amazing books.

The perfect way to do that is to hop along the path to some find amazing authors. Be sure to like their pages and enter all the giveaways. Lots of great prizes, such as ebooks, print books, gift cards, and more.

So grab your cup of coffee (or whatever you prefer) and start hopping along...

Today I’m giving away two E-books, one paranormal and one contemporary BDSM—A Vampire in Greece (Book 1 in the NEHC Series) and Master Knight (Book 1 in the Masters of Tabu Series). Please read the instructions below carefully so you’re not disqualified!

1. Like this post.
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3. Comment below with your favorite summer activity or your dream vacation.
4. Tagging friends is not required to win, but you can tag for additional entries. Also, when tagging friends, be mindful of who you tag. Try to choose friends who would enjoy participating in an author sponsored event and are 18+ in age.
5. Liking my main FB page is not required to win, but you can get additional entries by liking https://www.facebook.com/gray.dixon.50

Winners will be chosen at random. Giveaway is open from 6AM until 11:59PM Eastern Time June 7th. Winner will be announced on the morning (before noon EST because I stay up late writing and get up late) of June 8th.

The next stop on the hop is @Jax Jillian and to enter to win their prize, please visit their page here – Facebook.com/JaxJillian
Don’t forget to like their page while you’re there! Good luck!


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Until next time my pets...be safe and play nice...

~Gray~

Sunday, May 1, 2016

NEW RE-RELEASES!

A busy few months with re-editing, new covers and new material with THREE of my books. All available digitally and print.


A VAMPIRE IN PARIS

Blurb:

For over two hundred years, London-based security and private investigator, Ramsey Weiss has existed as the quintessential confirmed bachelor. New Years’ Day he is dispatched to Paris, France, to rescue an abducted cosmetics company heiress. In the melee, he butts heads with an unexpected woman.

Camille du Bassin is the head chemist at Institut de Beauté Biologique and her niece has been kidnapped. She teams up with a private security investigator with special skills hired by her brother. The two unlikely pair work together playing a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse not only with each other, but battle an evil ancient vampire determined to take Camille as his consort. Somewhere along the journey, Camille and Ramsey are surprised by the physical attraction that develops between them, denying the attraction.

Just when the two lovers think their love can be forever...Fate steps in to challenge the power of their love.

AMAZON
SMASHWORDS
ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS
CREATESPACE - PRINT



HEALING A COWGIRL'S HEART

Blurb:

Charlie Reynolds is having a lousy forty-something birthday. The only gift she expects is the pair of cream and bronze cowboy boots she bought herself, but a cake made by the local diner’s proprietor, and an embarrassing moment, no make that two moments, make for an unexpected day. 

Divorced and lonely, she soon discovers after meeting the new veterinarian that her libido isn’t dead. Lusting after the tall and handsome doctor is only a dream because she’s sworn off men. Besides, no way would he be interested in her, a plain old woman ready to be put out to pasture. Or so she thinks. 

Zach Callahan is the new vet in town and is heating up all the ladies in Brady Hills. He’s returned to his Texas roots from Virginia to start a new life and take over a thriving practice. The first day, he meets a gorgeous woman at the local feed and tack store, and is instantly smitten by her—cream and bronze cowboy boots and all. Zach is only interested in heating up the sheets with the one woman in Brady Hills who doesn’t want anything to do with him. Or so he thinks. 


The temperature rises in Texas as the heat between Charlie and Zach reaches the boiling point while they struggle to break down the barriers surrounding their hearts and allow the healing to begin. 


AMAZON
CREATESPACE - PRINT


MASTER MARSHAL

Blurb:

Shane Marshal struggles to keep his family’s cattle ranch above financial flood waters. With help from friends, he turns the homestead into a BDSM retreat. He can’t keep his mind on business when a single woman from New York with legs to infinity arrives. To tamp down his lustful thoughts, he goes out of his way to give her grief, but she doesn’t flinch. He needs a new strategy.


Valentina Halston, a high fashion model, changed her name from Sharon Berger to hide her past. After finding her boyfriend in delicato with another model, she books a vacation at a dude ranch with BDSM activities in search of change. Rest and relaxation, fresh air, no phones, no paparazzi, and no cheating boyfriend sounded perfect. Instead, she finds more than she could imagine.


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To view excerpts and other books go to http://www.iheartbookpublishing.com/gray-dixon.html


Until next time my pets...be safe and play nice...

~Gray~


Saturday, April 30, 2016

MY SEXY SATURDAY with Mr. Nash and Miss Jameson


Welcome to My Sexy Saturday and my idea of what sexy is. Since I write primarily erotic romance with elements of BDSM, how could I not say that my idea of sexy is being tied up and have naughty things done for pleasure?

This excerpt is from Apartment 18B, the first session between Christopher Nash and Brooklyn Jameson. He's taken her to his "playroom" and Brooklyn's curiosity has gotten the best of her. She asks him to tie her up in order to see what it was like. Uh huh, she's in for an interesting "first time". The passage is from Nash's point of view.


“I understand. Keep going, please,” she panted.
I continued wrapping the rope, adding another extension and knotting it when reaching the end. The rope extended around her shoulders twice then over and under her breasts. The taut restraint caused her nipples to poke against the sheer material of the lingerie. I yearned to suck the pointed tips in my mouth. Fuck! I needed to keep focused, but she looked so damned beautiful.
“Spread your legs shoulder width.” I was firm, and let the tension in my shoulders relax. I was surprised with her eagerness at allowing me to restrain her with rope. I wasn’t complaining, but had to rein in my enthusiasm.
I was pleased with how quickly and without complaint she complied. When I brought the rope up between her legs, she attempted to squeeze her thighs together. Then, she made little squeaking noises.
I gave her a tap on the nearest butt cheek. “Keep your legs apart. Next time, the smack will be harder.” My tone was short, almost menacing to get my point across.
Once she stilled, I ran another piece of rope from the middle of her back, between her legs and split the double strands to rest on each side of her clitoris. I tugged and slipped them through the anchored rope around her breasts at the sternum. It was rather taut and elicited a mewing response.

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Blurb:

Unlock unimaginable pleasure… 
Christopher Nash, a man of the world is disgustingly wealthy and to some a notorious womanizer. His methods in sex and women are the same as in his business dealings—execute a plan and always get what he wants. After rescuing a sassy and gorgeous woman, something behind her eyes makes him want to take care of her. 

…and surrender to him. 
Brooklyn Jameson literally stumbles at the feet of a mysterious man. Handing her an unusual business card offers the opportunity to meet again. At the appointed time and place, he makes an offer she can’t refuse. Life is about to change when she accepts the proposition—four weekends unlocking her wildest fantasies of pleasure. 

In the end, can Brooklyn trust Christopher and surrender to every dark desire inside Apartment 18B or run away when he breaks her heart? 

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Until next time my pets...be safe and play nice...
~Gray~


Tuesday, April 12, 2016

LYDIA MICHAELS ~ La Vie en Rose Release

Today I have Lydia Michaels on my blog talking about her new release--La Vie en Rose {Life in Pink}. I had the honor to read an advance copy and my review is at the end. Thanks Lydia!

AUTHOR BIO
L Y D I A   M I C H A E L S
Lydia Michaels is the award winning author of 23 romance novels. Her novels from the darkly compelling Surrender Trilogy were iBooks Bestsellers and her work has been featured in USA Today. In 2015 she was the winner of The Best of Bucks Award and she has been nominated as Best Author in the Happenings Magazine two years running [2015 & 2016]. She is a four time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award. Her books are intellectual, emotional, haunting, always centered around love. Lydia Michaels loves  to hear from readers! She can be contacted by email atLydia@LydiaMichaelsBooks.com

NOVEL DETAILS
Title:
La Vie en Rose
{Life in Pink} 
Author:
Lydia Michaels
Genre:
Women’s Fiction / Romance
Formats:
Print/eBook/Audiobook
Heat Level:
Romance
(Contains some graphic content and language)
Book Length:
398 pages
Date of Publication:
April 12, 2016 
Content Warning:
La Vie en Rose contains graphic content intended for an adult audience.
Some material might be considered intense, which is why La Vie en Rose is also categorized as
WOMEN’S FICTION.
There is no adultery or scenes of violence in La Vie en Rose.
Please Note:
ARCs can be provided for all titles upon request
in exchange for an honest review.
Contact: EliseHepner@LydiaMichaelsBooks.com
BLURB:
Emma Sanders has always dreamt of being a bride, wearing fancy gowns, pretty pearls, and—of course—falling madly in love. Then life happened. Finding herself one fiancé short of her happily ever after, she leaves the fairytales behind. Some days are simply too perilous for pink gowns and pearls.
Riley Lockhart is the sort of man who can make a woman lower her gaze with only a smile. That he doesn’t realize his charm makes him all the more enchanting. Determined to save Emma the pain of her breakup, he steps in as a friend, but soon finds himself wanting more.
She was just a girl, but she somehow winds up being the strongest woman he’s ever known. Losing her is not an option and when life can’t be tied neatly in a pretty little bow, he holds tight to all that he loves—his Emma. His hero.
Sometimes the greatest scars are worn on the inside.

EXCERPT
La Vie en Rose
{Life In Pink}
L Y D I A   M I C H A E L S
Riley’s lips twitched as soft ebony curls ghosted over his bare stomach, lower and lower, tickling his hips and teasing that tight strip of flesh just below his bellybutton. A deep, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest like distant thunder as anticipation teetered on impatience—but it was a good, burning sort of anticipation. Holy fuck, was it good. Stretching, he gave Curls the access she needed and—
“So I’m thinking we’re going to settle on coral with deep navy blue accents for the main theme. That should compliment the nautical look Becket wants.”
Why was his roommate’s voice in his dream?
Shaking off the distraction, his palm lowered, fingers gently knotting in the satin ringlets to better direct the ebony waves going down on him. His body hardened as soft kisses teased his happy trail and she got to work. Yes…
Rolling his shoulders, he stretched his hips and drew in a slow breath. Heaven. The first true sensation of tongue-to-tip had his toes pointing as the heat of her pouty lips—
“Whatever you want, toots. It’s your day.”
Oh God, no! What the hell was his sister doing in his dream? Get out, Rarity! Get out!
The ethereal weight of the dark haired woman’s touch faded. No, no, no!
There was a soft girlie sigh. “I can’t believe it’s actually happening. I’m going to be Mrs. Becket Grayson.”
Emma, his roommate, was definitely there too. Damn it! They were ruining everything. This was his time. Not their time. Dream blowjob time! The anticipation of sin and sex paled, as Emma’s voice carried on about champagne toasts and processionals. His roommate’s incessant wedding planning was officially intruding on everything.
The loft used to be a sanctuary. The day Emma got engaged their living situation took a turn for the worse as girlie crap slowly corroded every square inch of his life—even his fantasies. Passing out on the couch was a dangerous gamble, leaving him widely susceptible to wedding babble bullshit when he could’ve been enjoying some nice fantasy head.
“Will I be wearing coral or navy?” his sister asked then mumbled, “Say navy. Say navy.”
Emma did that tiny chirp she claimed was a laugh. “You can wear navy, but there’s nothing wrong with coral.”
“You know how I feel about pink,” Rarity reminded.
“Coral’s not pink.”
“It’s in the family.”
“Fine. You’ll wear navy, but you’re wearing a dress.”
Rarity groaned with resignation. She’d always be the brother he never had. “Fine, but Lexi’s wearing a tux.”
“Look at these carnation balls I found in this issue of I Do. My florist can make them in the coral.”
It was as if he were invisible. They just kept yapping and yapping.
“They look pink to me,” Rarity said.
He growled obnoxiously. “That’s it! Do you two mind? I’m trying to sleep!” And I lost fantasy girl!
A throw pillow smacked him in the face. “Then don’t use the couch as your bed, dumbass. It’s noon. Go to your own room if you want quiet,” his sister snapped.
“Sorry, Riley. We’ll be more quiet,” Emma apologized then whispered, “We could use navy ribbons to hang the balls off the white chairs we’re renting for the ceremony.”
Their loft was spacious. Did they have to stage these womanly talks right on top of him? They could have at least moved to the kitchen ten feet away—or better yet, parked this prenuptial symposium all the way down the hall in Emma’s freaking room.
The wedding plans carried on ceaselessly, as they had since Becket proposed to Emma six months ago, and Riley once again considered how much happier he’d be renting his own place. Sharing a loft with two girls, one being his sister, hadn’t been a bad setup until that damn ring and all those girlie magazines came along. Before the dawn of the bridal apocalypse everything was kosher.
They lived in the hipster section on the posh Upper West Side of New York. He liked his home, loved the industrial feel and the exposed brick walls. The raw space, exposed ductwork and battered moldings were just aged enough to qualify as vintage. Splitting the rent three ways afforded them some square footage, but things were getting a little cramped lately, with Emma’s new obsessions.
His sister, Rarity, exhibited a tolerance for girlie crap that surprised him. Rarity was seriously chill, like a pretty guy that peed sitting down. She didn’t cry or squeal like a valley girl or do that needy drama shit girls tended to do. She was easily the coolest chick he’d ever met. And being that she was a lesbian, they had plenty of shared interests.
Never giving a damn about clothes or purses, Rarity appreciated the finer things in life, like good beer, decent music, a nice set of tits, and red meat. Her unarguable beauty and confidence pulled men in from miles away. And for years he enjoyed watching his little sister turn every last one down. She was his best friend and Emma was hers.
The only girlie thing Rarity couldn’t live without, apparently, was Emma.
Rarity was uniquely striking, with dark shorn hair and high arched brows, but it was her dry wit and endless sarcasm that could make any man second-guess his worth—a neat parlor trick to watch. Emma, on the other hand, was compassionate with soft blonde curls, dimpled cheeks, and eyes that pathologically betrayed her, eyes too full of innocence to hide her inexperience.
Emma was the quiet, sweet type that never got in the way. But lately she’d really cranked up the fem-meter and was driving him insane—which made him a horrible person, because he was going to shoot her if she didn’t shut the hell up.
All this wedding talk had to be getting to his sister. Riley was ready to duct tape Emma’s mouth shut. How in depth could a discussion about linen be? The texture, the hues in natural light versus candlelight, the thread count—bullshit conversations like that went on for days. He was amazed Rarity hadn’t reached her limit and freaked yet.
“I can’t wait until my dress gets here!” Emma announced, clapping like an excited child. “I’m dying to try it on.”
Riley groaned. It was as though no one could see him at all. Screwing his eyes shut and jamming a pillow over his ear did nothing to drown out her voice. So much for dream sex.
“You already tried it on,” Rarity said.
“That was in the store. Once I get it to the loft, I’ll be able to really appreciate it. Then, when you get your dress, we can try them on together. It’ll be so much fun!”
“Sounds mind-blowing.” Rarity’s sarcasm was so expected it didn’t phase Emma.
The doorbell buzzed and Emma screeched—literally screeched. “It’s here!” The chair skidded against the hardwood floors as she catapulted out of her seat.
Yeah, he wasn’t going back to sleep.
Groaning, he twisted and cracked open his lids as she sprinted down the hall toward the main entrance. Craning his neck in the direction of the chair, he peeked at Rarity, who wore a disinterested expression as she paged through a wedding magazine.
“There’s something wrong with her,” he grumbled.
“Yup,” she agreed.
“This isn’t going to stop until she gets married, is it?”
“Nope.”
“When’s the wedding again?”
“We have nine more months of this and the closer we get the worse she’s going to be.”
Shifting, he sat up and frowned at his sister. “You’re surprisingly calm.”
“She’s my closest friend and she really wants me to be a part of this. I can do the maid of honor thing as long as she doesn’t expect me to throw her some hideously pink party where girls drink cosmos and act like prissy hyenas, while being the pole for some male stripper to rub his scabies all over.”
She sighed and turned the page. “Plus, I smoked a fat joint the second she pulled out the wedding binder. You could probably cut my leg off right now and I wouldn’t put up much of a fight.”
“Nice.” He stared at the front door waiting for Emma to come racing inside at any second carrying the legendary dress. “She’s not gonna walk around in a wedding dress for the next nine months, is she?”
Rarity shut the magazine and tossed it on the table. “Don’t let her hear you call it a dress. It’s a gown.I’ve been corrected twice. And I have no idea. I wasn’t born with the bride gene. None of this shit makes sense to me.”
At least he wasn’t alone. Rubbing a hand over his jaw he yawned. “You’re bringing Lexi to the wedding?”
“Yup.”
He chuckled.
“What?”
“You realize Mom and Dad will probably be invited.”
“They won’t go,” Rarity said, matter-of-factly.
“What makes you so sure?”
It shouldn’t matter anyway. His sister was twenty-four years old. She and Lexi had been a couple for over a year. It was absurd to hide that she was gay from their parents. Who cared what they thought?
“It’s the Devonshire’s fortieth wedding anniversary. They’ll pick that over Emma’s wedding. You know how they feel about her.”
He grunted. His parents—mostly his mother—had always been weird about Emma. Though he and Rarity were nothing like the people that spawned them, they were still blood, so his and Rarity’s liberal attitudes were often overlooked, but that didn’t mean their parents would abide the same socialist standards from others.
Their parents were proud black card members of the upper crust society that summered in the Hamptons, went yachting on the weekends, and dined on ridiculously hard to pronounce small foods like Foie Gras.
Riley was once grounded and accused of being a ‘recalcitrant activist’ because his friend Jake came over in a PETA T-shirt and asked if he wanted to play Frisbee. To his mother’s way of thinking, that was a gross and barbaric display of uncouth trash.
He and Rarity were generationally wealthy trust fund babies. No matter how much they survived off their independently earned incomes, Mumsy and Daddy would always be there to bail them out if needed. It was their shared goal in life to never need their parents in such a way.
Their wealth should be comforting, but it felt more like a noose around Riley’s non-conformist neck. The entire white pants, polo-playing, fracking-investing group of peers was repellent to him.
Emma didn’t have a house in the Hamptons or an au pair as a child. She had parents that worked nine to five and wore—gasp—denim. Her association with the Lockhart’s was the result of her grandmother’s trust fund, which included scholarships to the same schools he and Rarity attended.
Once, while walking the topiary garden with his mother as she sipped a crushed Valium cocktail, she referred to Emma as ‘that new money filth having a bad influence on Rarity’. It was clear then that his mother would never approve of Emma, which quite possibly could have permanently cemented the girl into Rarity’s life.
Emma’s fiancé, Becket Grayson, wasn’t a guy he or Rarity would voluntarily hang out with, but he made Emma happy. The Graysons were paying for the wedding, of course, so it was nice she was finally getting a fantasy she never expected. That was why they let her carry on about linens and bows and whatever the hell a nosegay was. Because she was nice.
“What’s wrong?” Rarity’s voice broke the comfortable silence.
Riley glanced at the door and scowled. Emma stood, trembling. Big brown eyes, rimmed in red, shimmered under a sheet of unshed tears, as she stared at them.
“Did they send you the wrong dress?” he asked stupidly, then corrected, “Gown.”
He never saw her upset. It was filling him with all sorts of uncomfortable emotions, feelings he didn’t know the names of. He wanted her to stop being upset that instant so he could have his manly emotions back. Dear God, it was like staring at a helpless basket of kittens floating down the river.
“Emma, say something,” Rarity insisted.
“It wasn’t the delivery from the bridal boutique. It—” A stuttering breath intersected her words. “It was Becket.” The heel of her palm swatted away the tears as they quickly fell. “We—oh God—we broke up.”
Silence.
This was bad. How long was an appropriate length of time before someone could say something in situations like this? And why hadn’t he gone to his own room when he had the chance? Now he was stuck there, smack dab in the awkward—
“He what?” Rarity snapped.
Emma blinked, sending big crocodile drops unchecked down her round cheeks. “We aren’t getting married,” she croaked. “We’re through.” She spoke as though she was still convincing herself.
“What do you mean, you’re through? You just ordered ugly invitations with stupid anchors on them. Becket insisted on the anchors!”
Her head crooked as she blinked those big innocent eyes at his sister. “You thought my invitations were ugly?”
Who cares what I thought? What happened?”
Shuffling to the living room without shutting the door, she delicately sat on the edge of the overstuffed chair. The picture of the carnation ball was still in her hand, drawing his attention to her enormous engagement ring as it winked in the sunlight.
“He was supposed to be in class,” she whispered.
Rarity scooted to the edge of the chair and removed the crumpled magazine page from her grip. “Toots, look at me. What happened?” she asked again, slowly.
Drawing in a shaky breath, Emma shook her head. “He said he couldn’t marry me. He said he’s…in love with someone else.”
“What?”
Emma sniffled. “Her name’s Goldie.”
Rarity drew back and made a face like she tasted vomit. “Goldie? What is she, a retriever? Who the hell has a name like Goldie?”
“Good question, Rarity,” he chimed in. Goldie Hawn’s hot. Don’t mention that now. His sister’s evil stare snapped to him. “Shut up, dick.”

Yeah, he’d better stay out of this. Figuring now was a good time to escape, he gripped the arm of the couch and—
“How could he do this to me? I’m so humiliated!” Emma burst into tears again.

Riley dropped his head to the back of the couch and shut his eyes. This was going to take a while.


My REVIEW:
I received La Vie en Rose to read and review and all I can say is--Wow! What a roller coaster of feelings. I laughed and cried over Emma and Riley’s story. Not just any story or romance novel, but a love story. At certain spots, I had to put the book down and walk away because the emotional ride Ms. Michaels took me on was hard to take. Not because it was bad, but because it struck such a nerve with me. I’ve been a caregiver for my father and mother who had similar experiences.

From the beginning, the story grabs you and I read it in two sittings because I read at night when the house is quiet. The flow is good, no plot holes at all. Everything makes sense which I appreciate in my reading--Authentic.
 
The main characters are plausible and likable. I rooted for them from the beginning. At times I didn’t know who was stronger against their challenges because Ms. Michaels shows each side of them through their actions. Good job! I was right there with them.

If you want to read a love story that takes you on a journey of ups and downs giving meaning to family, friends, lovers and more, take it with Emma and Riley. You’ll want more. I’d say more, but I don’t want to give away spoilers! Trust me, just buy your copy today.

All in all, I'd give La Vie en Rose {Life in Pink} a 4.5 Stars and definitely a must read.

Until next time my pets...be safe and play nice...

Gray