Friday, December 3, 2021

Review of A Nutcracker Christmas by Laurie Winter

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Christmas is a time of magic, and there's plenty in this sweet holiday romance. Read my review of A Nutcracker Christmas by Laurie Winter and then download your own copy. Be sure to enter the giveaway! And check out an exclusive excerpt at Candrel's Crafts, Cooks, and Characters.

A Nutcracker Christmas
By Laurie Winter
Sweet Contemporary Romance, Magical
Paperback & ebook, 210 Pages
October 11, 2021 by Champagne Book Group

Suddenly let go from her news anchor position, Aria Roberts heads north to stay at her late Great-Aunt Clara’s house. She has many good memories there and wishes to give Clara’s Christmas Shoppe, which is located on the first floor of the Victorian mansion, one final holiday season. When Aria arrives, she finds the special gift Clara left for her—an antique nutcracker with a poem hidden under the back lever. Aria reads the poem out loud. At sundown that night, those words magically bring the nutcracker to life. 
Kort Zellner awakes inside the familiar surroundings of Clara’s house but learns she has passed away and now her great-niece resides there. The curse placed on him three hundred years ago traps him in the form of a nutcracker but allows him to return every December 1st through midnight on Christmas Day—only between sundown and sunrise. 
After some convincing, Aria believes Kort’s strange story. She helps him experience life as he is gifted so few hours alive and in doing so, falls in love. He knows his curse makes it impossible to give her the constant relationship she deserves. His plan to leave her forever on Christmas Day collides with Aria’s desire to build a future together, even if for only twenty-five nights a year.

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**My thoughts**
The book description, and even parts of the story, reminded me a lot of the story in The Spirit of Christmas, which is one of my favorite movies to watch during the holiday season. A man from the past comes to life during a portion of the day at this particular time of year. And of course he and the woman - who is working to revamp her life - develop a strong friendship and are attracted to each other. But despite those similarities, this book is quite unique on its own and I fell in love with it.

Aria is not dreadfully older than I am and is considered to be washed up and too old to continue her news anchor job. Plus her beloved great-aunt Clara has passed away and her daughter is away at college. Her marriage had fallen apart. So she's trying to figure out a lot in her life as she reopens her aunt's beloved Christmas store for one last hurrah.

And then we meet Kort, who has been cursed to this wooden nutcracker, only appearing in the evening hours for the month of December until Christmas. He has his own tragic past and struggles to deal with all that he has lost. And yet he is comfortable in this present time.

They're both learning how to heal and enjoy the life that they have around them. I loved watching them grow and still got a lot of that holiday happiness that I so crave at this time of year. And I definitely think that this one would makes a wonderful holiday movie as well. So Hallmark and Netflix need to get on that!

Thank you to Prism Book Tours for my requested review copy. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

About the Author

Multi-award winning author Laurie Winter is a true warrior of the heart. Inspired by her dreams, she creates authentic characters who overcome the odds and find true love. She keeps her life balanced with regular yoga practice and running with her dog, Shadow. When not pounding the pavement or the keyboard, she's likely fueling up on wine, cheese curds, and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.

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Thursday, December 2, 2021

F*ck Luck Bitches! by Branden Lanette


You've heard the phrase that you have to make your own luck, right? Branden Lanette is telling us all about it in her newest book, F*ck Luck, Bitches. Take a peek inside with this excerpt and then follow the tour for more. Best of luck entering the giveaway!

Is there such thing as luck?

Of course, there is. I for one want to get as lucky as I can.

I know what you’re thinking: Branden are you admitting your title is just a marketing device? Well, I am trying to sell books here people!

We all want to be lucky or get lucky. And if the hand of luck reaches down to help you climb the tree of success, take it. But if it doesn’t, f--- it. Climb the tree anyway.

Hope is not a strategy. Wishing is for singing crickets.

Most people think they need more luck. If this describes you, you’re got it backward: Luck needs you. Luck doesn’t show up—YOU show up.

Luck is waiting for you to show the-f-up. Now let me show you how.

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Back to That Lucky Penny

A family in New York picked up pennies and other coins dropped on sidewalks and put them in a jar. At the end of the year, they had $1,013.

How much lost money is lying around? No one knows. The U.S. Mint once estimated that as much as $3 billion in change ends up on sidewalks or slipping between sofa cushions. And let’s not even get started on printed bills.

The fact is, we step right over lost change every day without ever noticing. Why? Because we’re not looking for it. Our priorities and our attention are elsewhere.

When you start looking for pennies, you start seeing them everywhere.

If you really believe you will find a penny on the street, then you will. And when you do, hold the penny in your hand and yourself: Is this penny in my hand because of luck, or because I made a conscious decision to look for one?

You know the answer.

How many pennies (or quarters, or dollars) have you stepped over in your life because you didn’t tell your mind to look for them? How many opportunities have you missed for the same reason?

Look for bad luck, and sure as f--k, you’ll find some.

Look for good luck, and…

(…you can finish the sentence for yourself.)

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BRANDEN LANETTE doesn’t look like a typical author, but she has long ignored what she “should” do, say and look like. On her own at a very young age, Branden eventually found herself with the wrong guy, the wrong job, and a bleak future. The fairytale promised as a child never materialized.

Branden realized she wanted something different for her life and realized no one was going to do it for her. Prince charming wasn’t coming to save her—she’d have to save herself. Step by step, decision by decision, through major trials and tribulations, Branden learned how to turn heartbreak into happiness and self-judgment into inner joy.

In 2019, Branden had her first book published, “Once Upon a Time, Bitches” followed by two workbooks in 2020, “The Dream Big Bitches Vision Book” and “The Dream Big Bitches Weekly Goal Setting Journal.” In early 2021 she co-authored the book, “Smart Bitches Buy Bitcoin” and is now over the moon for this one, her fifth. Branden LaNette is an entrepreneur, motivational speaker, coach, wife, and stay-at-home Mom.

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Runaway by Bobbi Smith


Dear historical romance fans, Bobbi Smith is back with a new one for you! Check out this excerpt from Runaway and then download your own copy! Be sure to follow the tour for even more. Best of luck in the giveaway!

Running Scared

Destiny Sterling had to get away from St. Louis. Otherwise she’d never escape her stepfather’s hideous plans for her. Her only hope was to pose as a mail-order bride named Rebecca and travel to Texas to marry a rancher.

Running From the Law

Dan Cooper was as low-down a man as they came. He took pride in his gang’s rough reputation…and the string of successful robberies they’d pulled off. His ace in the hole was a remote Texas ranch where he planned to lie low if things got too hot.

Running the Show

Texas Ranger Lane Madison knew the Cooper gang would show up at the Circle D Ranch sooner or later. All he had to do was play the part of its new owner…and wait. What he didn’t count on was having to marry a vulnerable young beauty to keep up the role, or the inescapable attraction that made any secret between them impossible.

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Destiny awoke just as the Eastern sky began to brighten. She was nervous, and she had to admit, excited. This was her wedding day. It wasn’t what she’d always dreamed of, but it was her wedding and she wanted to look her best.

She wasted no time getting out of bed and gathering what she needed to bathe and get ready. It was early, so she didn’t wake Gertrude. She would wake her when she was finished.

All was quiet as Destiny made her way to the kitchen. Without thought, she went to the washroom door and opened it.

Lane hadn’t worried about heating up water for his bath. He’d taken the time to shave and then had filled the tub with cold water and made short order of scrubbing himself clean. He had just stood up and grabbed his towel to start drying off when the door opened unexpectedly and he found himself face-to-face with his intended.

“Oh, my—!” Destiny froze in the doorway, shocked by her first-ever glimpse of a naked man. She remained unmoving, staring at the magnificent specimen of manhood standing before her. She took it all in—his broad-shouldered physique, his hard-muscled, tanned chest and powerful arms, still shimmering with the glaze of water he had yet to dry off, his lean waist and… Heat burned her cheeks.

Lane was as shocked to see her as she was to see him. Embarrassed to be standing before her so unclad, he reacted quickly, wrapping the towel around his waist.

Lane had cautioned himself ever since he’d come to the ranch to be on guard every minute. He’d warned himself to constantly be on the lookout for trouble. He’d never thought trouble would come in the form of this beautiful innocent walking in on him just as he’d finished his bath.

Seeing her distress, he said wryly, “Good morning.”

“I-um-I didn’t know you were in here.” Realizing how ridiculous she must look standing there blushing, she forced her gaze to the ground. “I’ll wait outside.”

She backed out and closed the door. As she glanced at the closed door again, she had to smile to herself as a vision of him standing there naked before her played in her mind. He was a handsome man, there was no denying that.

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After working as a department manager for Famous-Barr, and briefly as a clerk at a bookstore, Bobbi gave up on career security and began writing. She sold her first book to Zebra in 1982.

Since then, Bobbi has written over 40 books and 6 novellas. To date, there are more than five million copies of her novels in print. She has been awarded the prestigious Romantic Times Storyteller Award and two Career Achievement Awards. Her books have appeared on the New York Times Best Seller List, the USA Today Best Seller List and the Wal-Mart Best Seller List.

The rights to Ms. Smith’s books have been sold to China, France, Germany, India, Israel, Russia and Sweden. Bobbi has also written two faith-based contemporary novels – Haven and Miracles – using the pseudonym Julie Marshall.

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A Lighthouse Cafe Christmas by Jennifer Faye

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A Lighthouse Christmas Café
(Bluestar Island #3)
By Jennifer Faye
Contemporary Romance
Paperback & ebook, 182 Pages
November 16, 2021 by Lazy Dazy Press

As Bluestar Island prepares for a very special Christmas wedding, Santa’s sleigh crashes into The Lighthouse Café, reuniting Bluestar’s beloved waitress with her former fiancé.

In this holiday novella, Darla Evans has carved out a quiet life for herself as a waitress at The Lighthouse Café. Up until this point, she’s conveniently avoided the one man who shattered her heart and her dreams. But when a wedding draws him back to the island, she knows their meetup is unavoidable.

Tech entrepreneur William “Will” Campbell has returned to his childhood home to be the best man in his father’s wedding. But first his father has a very special task for him—to restore a sleigh in time for the wedding. However, there’s not much time until Christmas. He just might need some help.

As snowflakes cover the small town of Bluestar, Will and Darla work together to make it a very special holiday wedding. With the past looming between them, will the magic of the season open their hearts and allow them to find love again?

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Talk about a string of bad luck.

Will busied himself, trying to remove the broken hitch, but with all of the rust, it wasn’t budging, not one little bit. Thankfully, Darling, erm, Darla wasn’t quite so stubborn. She’d given up shooting daggers at him with her beautiful eyes and moved back inside the café.

Up until this point, she’d made a point of avoiding him. She’d never given him a chance to apologize—not taking his phone calls right after their breakup and going so far as being off the island any time he visited his father. He could only imagine how much she hated him. He wished he could change her feelings toward him, but he’d resigned himself to the fact that it wasn’t going to happen.

His gaze moved to the broken window of The Lighthouse Café. Inside, Darla stood with her back to him. He couldn’t help but wonder if that was intentional. Was it wrong that he’d hoped with the years that had passed that things would have somehow healed between them?

The sound of a vehicle approaching drew him from his thoughts. Will turned to find a familiar red pickup pulling to a stop. Oh, boy, he hoped the sheriff didn’t catch them. Because neither of their vehicles had a day pass. And he didn’t think the sheriff would be impressed with his story about the urgent necessity to move the sleigh across town.

Ethan Walker climbed out of the pickup with Hannah Bell by his side. “Hey, Will, when did you get back to the island?”

“I flew in this morning.” Will raked his fingers through his hair. “Dad got this great idea about surprising Helen with a sleigh ride after the wedding, but he didn’t realize the sleigh hadn’t been used in a number of years so it’s not in the best condition.”

Excerpted from A Lighthouse Café Christmas by Jennifer Faye, Copyright © 2021 by Jennifer Faye. Published by Lazy Dazy Press.

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Award-winning author, Jennifer Faye pens fun, heartwarming contemporary romances with rugged cowboys, sexy billionaires and enchanting royalty. Internationally published with books translated into nine languages. She is a two-time winner of the RT Book Reviews Reviewers' Choice Award, the CataRomance Reviewers' Choice Award, named a TOP PICK author, and been nominated for numerous other awards.

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Wednesday, December 1, 2021

Meteors and Menorahs by Nessa Claugh


Welcome to the book tour for Meteors and Menorahs, a Jewish sci-fi from author Nessa Claugh! Today, in addition to sharing an excerpt with us, she is also telling us about her journey from writing fan fiction to original fiction. Enjoy and then download your own copy. Then go visit the rest of the tour for even more. Best of luck entering the giveaway!

'Your dad invited your ex-boyfriend.' Already committed to going home for Hanukkah, Leah panics at her mother’s text and invites her crush to come with her. The catch? They aren’t dating. The other catch? He isn’t Jewish. He isn’t even human.

Knar has been studying the physiology of humans for years in preparation to introduce Earth to the rest of the galaxy and present them as a species that can adapt to change well. Although he believes in his mission, he’s also had his eye on his coworker Leah, and her invitation to come home with her for the holidays is just the opportunity he’s been looking for.

Going home for Hanukkah is normally the least of Leah’s worries until her mom lets it slip that her dad invited her ex-boyfriend. Desperate to keep him at arm’s length, Leah invites her handsome coworker Kenneth Knar to be a buffer against her family. Having to pretend he’s her new boyfriend doesn’t hurt, and if it annoys her parents, all the better.

He just has to find some way to tell her that he’s more than just a gentile. He’s not even from this planet. And Leah hates liars.

The menorah isn’t the only thing getting hot this holiday season…

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A man in a freshly pressed shirt and tie bustled into the kitchen, arms out. Before I could say a single word, he pulled Leah out of my arms and into a long hug. “There’s my girl!”

To her credit, Leah was out of the embrace as quickly as she was able to shove her hands up between them. “David! I wasn’t expecting you this early!”

Was that a grimace on her face?

“Well, your dad said you were here, and my last cardiology patient canceled so I figured I’d get over here.”

“Weird flex,” Leah said. “We all know what you do.”

“And who is this?” he said, ignoring the dig.

“This is Kenneth,” Leah said, grabbing my arm. “My boyfriend.”

David looked thunderstruck. “Boyfriend? Why haven’t I heard of this boyfriend?”

“We aren’t friends,” Leah said. “I have no reason to talk to you.”

“Leah, be nice,” her mother chided. The woman was short, but she still managed to move everyone with sheer presence out of the kitchen and into the living room without anyone complaining.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t had the opportunity to tell you all about my nice new very handsome boyfriend,” Leah said, running one palm up over the swell of my arm. I’d been feeling a little underdressed since the ex-boyfriend was in a nice shirt, but if I’d known it meant she’d be touching me skin to skin like this, I would have worn a tank top.

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From writing fanfiction to writing original fiction

I’ve always been fairly introverted and writing gave me an opportunity to consider the story I wanted to tell without the pressures of an in-person audience. Trying to tell ghost stories to people I didn’t know at sleepovers and camp always fell kind of flat because I sounded unsure of myself. I had really high anxiety when I was younger and it meant that talking to people--even adults--was difficult and led to some real issues with communication. The first time I wrote a story down in fourth grade, not only was I able to come up with something coherent, I got some really encouraging feedback and pointers on how to make the next story better, and it led to more and more writing over the next few decades.

A lot of what I wrote when I was first starting out was fanfiction. Mercedes Lackey has always been pretty open about writing and reading fanfic, and knowing that I could play in her sandbox was one of the things that let me really develop as a writer. Her Valdemar universe had all these really rich characters and a world that I absolutely vibed with as a teen, and she was just pumping out these huge amounts of stories set in that world. Knowing that there was an author out there who wasn’t going to send nasty letters through her agent led to a really relaxed fanfic community, and I like to think that a lot of the really talented fanfiction authors that I was seeing on there back in the early 2000s have gone on to write original fiction. What I’m writing now might not be very similar to the high fantasy universe of Valdemar, but I’ll always remember really enjoying her flawed characters and their development over the course of a book (or three!), and it’s something I still strive for today in my own writing.

Nessa grew up thriving on trips to natural history museums and Jurassic Park. Once adulthood was upon her, it was only a matter of time before she discovered dominant aliens and shifter erotica. She enjoys titillating the Triassic and stargazing.

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After almost three centuries of running from my past, I should be used to loneliness. Being a mythological monster isn’t compatible with relationships. But the craving for company grows stronger every day, turning routine into an endless nightmare and making me wish for an end to my immortality.

The explosive encounter with a beautiful, lethal fae who knows what I am and how to destroy me reminded me of that proverb: be careful what you wish for.


I thought fate could not surprise me after almost six hundred years. And then there she is—the echo of the brave young woman I’ve heard legends about. Only she isn’t human anymore, but a vampire, the greatest enemy of my species. After a fight that could have killed us both, and an uneasy truce, I am left with burning curiosity and so is she.

But will curiosity be enough to quench her thirst for my blood and my impulse to kill her before she strikes?

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HOW NOT TO STAKE A VAMPIRESS (Huntress Prey excerpt)

I stayed as far away from his neck as I could, considering I was straddling him and pinning him to the humid forest ground. Despite the fresh air, there was no escaping his scent. A mouthwatering combination of dark chocolate and spices I couldn’t name. Warm, heady, and achingly enticing.

I felt invisible but mighty power coming from him. It felt like a burning blade aimed straight at my heart, and I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of might he possessed. Carefully, I loosened my tight leash on that force which dwelled inside me, and I feared and hated in equal measure.

“Tell me what you are, who you are,” I tried to demand, but it sounded more like a plea thanks to my fear, blood-lust-addled brain.

Like before, my hypnosis was wholly ineffective, repelled by a burning shield.

Part of me wanted to end him then and there, but I needed to know if he’d been sent to capture me.

“Only if you tell me why you’re hunting me down,” he bargained. And despite his fast heartbeat and the slightly citric tang that I was certain meant fear, his voice was steady, confident.

“I was not hunting you down,” I said again. “You are the one who broke into my apartment. If someone is the hunter here, that’s not me.”

He snorted. “Bit ironic for the people-eating, fanged creature to say that, don’t you think?”

How ever did he manage that infuriating tone while being at the mercy of a people-eating creature, as he’d said?

I arched a brow.

“I came to stop you before you tried to kill me,” he added, the duh implicit.

“I hadn’t considered killing you until you broke into my home and scared my cat,” I testily confessed.

He scoffed. “You’re more frightened than your cat ever was.”

I glared at him. He was right, of course. “This is a very bizarre conversation.”

“And one I’d rather have without you on top of me, no offense,” he drawled.

I’d calmed down enough to register the rather suggestive position, to feel the pulsing heat and raw power emanating from him in waves. To be very aware of each point of contact, even through the barriers of our clothes.

I moved at full speed, locating the stake near his feet. Weird, I’d thought it was a few yards to my right. The crystal was hot in my hand. It felt curiously alive; as if it buzzed with power.

Alexander, if that was his name, stood fast; rubbing his right wrist as he gave me a reproachful look. A swathe of dark golden hair fell across his forehead, and I had the crazy impulse to put it back in place for him, imagining how soft it would feel between my fingers.

Just in case I needed any more confirmation that I was going crazy.

“So, what are you?” I pressed.

He rolled his shoulders, looking regal and nonchalant despite his messy, blood-stained clothes. My blood, I remembered, quenching the instinctive impulse to bite him in revenge. The last person who had ever managed to make me bleed had died long ago. And he’d begged for his life.

“Are the pointy ears not enough of a hint?” He asked, locking those unearthly eyes with mine.

“An elf, like Legolas?” I asked, hating that I was playing his game.

He blinked. “Not precisely.”

I clenched my teeth, fighting down the instinctive hiss.

He heaved a dramatic sigh, but his gaze was reading me with sharp intensity. “Fae.”

“A faerie?” I asked, incredulous. “Like Tinker Bell?”

He flashed me a look of mock offense. “Not quite.”

Was he saying the truth?

I wasn’t sure which version had it right, if the stories that claimed faeries to be tiny naughty beings with wings and magical powder or the ones that claimed they looked, well, like gorgeous humanoids with pointy ears. The latter being a pretty close description of the striking, annoying, stabby idiot standing two yards away from me.

And who cared if he was lying? He had been trying to kill me just a couple of minutes ago.

My upper lip flickered over my still lengthened fangs. He cocked a brow in a way that said ‘bring it on’.

And though that baser, violent part of me wanted to throttle him, I reined it in. I needed to know who he was and what he wanted. And I had the feeling he wanted the same from me.

“I’ve answered your question. Now, may I have my stake back?” He asked, stretching out his hand.

“Hell no. Why did you think I was hunting you down?” I demanded.

His eyes flashed. “Because your ilk enjoys killing my kind,” he replied.

I could sense his disdain when saying that.

I blinked. “Why?”

“Because our blood is more delicious, and nutritious, naturally,” he sneered.

I swallowed hard.

If that was true, if he wasn’t fooling me into lowering my guard to kill me, that was a repugnant reason.

“I would never kill someone just because they taste good,” I affirmed.

He scoffed. “Of course not. You are a bookish, animal lover geek who wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

Maybe I’d rushed into deciding not to bite him.

“And you’re just an innocent, sparkly faerie who was merely making sure I’m not a mean vampire,” I snorted. “It isn’t quite as simple as that, is it?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Life rarely is. Now, may I have my stake back?”

My upper lip curled. “You stabbed me with it, you bastard. No, you can’t have it back.”

He smirked, tutted. “Has no one ever taught you holding grudges is bad for the soul?”

“Has no one ever taught you it’s rude to break into people’s homes and then stab them after they save your ass from becoming faery-puree?” I shot back.

He shrugged. “I took nothing from your apartment, you are stealing from me.”

“Stealing sounds so rude,” I said, barely resisting showing him my fangs.

“Let’s call it a gesture of good faith.”

He cocked a brow. “What a tough bargainer you are.”

I barely held back the desire to throttle him.

“I have questions,” I admitted. “You can’t just say such things and expect me not to have many questions.”

“An interrogation in the middle of the forest, in the dark of night done by a vampiress,” he pretended to muse. “Yeah, it’s a no from me.”

Stabbing him wasn’t the same as biting him. Maybe just a little stab.

“Perhaps tomorrow, after the class is over, we can grab a cup of coffee and have a conversation,” I suggested. That sounded reasonable and not at all as if I was planning to bite him.

His lips flickered. “Asking me on a date already? Don’t you think it is perhaps a bit soon after a murder attempt?”

“It was self-defense!” I cried.

“Tomato, tomahto,” he drawled. I growled. He rolled his eyes. “Fine, tomorrow, at the nearest coffee shop, we shall debate on the meaning of life and whatever else you like. For now, I must conclude our little dalliance.”

I locked my muscles not to kick him. He took a step back, eyes on me, and then turned, walking towards the tree line. Despite the facade of nonchalance, I could feel that he was wary. By far not as much as humans feared me once I showed them who I really was, but still.

He looked at both sides before crossing the road and heading towards the back of the building. I followed him, stashing his stake under my ex-favorite green blouse. His car was a beautiful, elegant sedan. He got inside and winked, before starting the engine and leaving me there, standing in the middle of the road wondering just what the Hell had happened.

©Selene Kallan, Huntress Prey 2021.

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