Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Featured Author: Nicole Archer

Welcome Today's Featured AuthorNicole Archer!!!



Road-Tripped: A Romantic Comedy (Ad Agency Series Book 1)


by Nicole Archer






What’s worse than losing everything? Try driving a phallic-shaped RV across the country with a vile womanizing coworker.

Copywriter Callie Murphy has a bad attitude, a vicious tongue, and a serious aversion to Shimura Advertising’s resident manwhore, Walker Rhodes. Know where he can stick his good looks and Southern charm? She can think of a few creative places. Avoiding him wouldn’t be a problem, except her boss threatens to fire her if she doesn’t go along with him on their RV client’s cross-country tour.

Burnt-out art director, Walker, is sick of his job, tired of women, and in a big old creative rut. The upcoming client road trip is just what he needs to shake things up and rediscover his lost passion. But his plans go south when his partner drops out at the last minute, and Callie, the foul-mouthed tiny terror, takes her place. Unless he can find a way to thaw his icy coworker, he’s looking at two month’s of pure hell.

On the road, they experience one hilarious misadventure after another and soon find themselves on a life-changing journey. But when their paths veer off in different directions, will they hit a dead end? 









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About Nicole Archer:

Nicole Archer’s lengthy career as an advertising copywriter not only polished her writing skills—it provided a lifetime of book material. Many months her book purchases are as high as her mortgage. As a full-time, working single mom of a beautiful, brilliant, and horrifically energetic son, she has little time to do much else but work, write, read, drink wine, and breathe. In real life, she lives in Dallas, Texas, but she’d rather live in Switzerland.

Check out www.nicolearcher.com for questions, images that inspired the book, the soundtrack, deleted scenes, upcoming work, her random musings, or if you just want to email her and go out and get tacos and margaritas.
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  Interview with Nicole Archer:

1. Can you tell us a little about your book?

Since the synopsis and reviews explain the gist of the book, I’ll tell you what I wanted to achieve.

As an avid reader of romance, I’ve always loved the fantasy angle. Any heroine can find a hot guy and fall in love. But what if that heroine is mean, and has an awful perspective on love and life? What if she’s not this perfect woman we all want to be? What if she’s so jaded she thinks every man is going to screw her over? What if she’s real? In other words, how can a weird, unladylike, witty, sarcastic, snark of a bitch, with a filthy mouth, find someone who truly loves her? Someone who brings out the best in her?

I based Callie on the infamous snark and poet, Dorothy Parker. She was a seething critique in her time, but through her writing it was clear she just wanted to be loved for who she was. So that’s what I did—I created a modern day Dorothy Parker—Callie. Her sarcasm and hostility comes from sorrow and fear, and the desire to be loved for who she is, just like Dorothy’s.

Walker’s theme is creativity—the muse. I wanted his character to represent what happens when you give up your passion. The answer? You die inside. You become numb. That was his journey, and of course, Callie turned out to be his muse. She brought passion into his life with her anger and love and quirkiness.

The other underlying theme was perspective. How pasts shape futures. How easy it is to screw up a relationship if you’ve been hurt before. Conflict and misunderstandings exist all the time in real relationships, and I wanted to bring that into a story—make it more real. That’s turned some readers off, I think, but to me, a good romance fantasy is one that shows you can still find love despite all the odds.


2. When did you know you wanted to write a book?

At five I was churning out stories in my locked diary. I’m a copywriter in real life, so I write for a living. In fact, Walker’s theme is very much my personal theme. Why did I give up writing fiction to write ads for a living?

3. How did you choose the genre you write in?

I’m a voracious reader. When I say voracious, I mean I read 400 books last year. I speed read, listen to audible. I don’t watch TV, or get on Facebook (at least I didn’t until I had to market the book). As a former literature snob, I didn’t read romance until I got hooked on Outlander. Then I started devouring everything, historicals, contemporaries . . . Jude Devereux novels. When I started reading some of the more erotic romances, I was like, yes! Women who aren’t virgins and say the f-word! Sign me up!

I’m a single mom, so every night I usually fall into bed exhausted, alone, defeated, feeling ugly as hell, and get swept away in the fantasy that some stud of a man, with a giant penis, is actually going to care about my orgasm and spend a significant amount of time between my legs. That’s why I chose it. To give someone else that fantasy too. In fact, after this series, I have a single mom series I’m putting out.

Also, I wanted to make people laugh. Some of the tear-jerker romances I’ve read lately should come with a bottle of anti-depressants. I needed a pick-me-up and thought it might benefit other readers too.

4. How is your writing day structured? 

 I actually took some time off to write the book. I wrote it in three months then edited it in three more. That structure is going to change real soon because I’m out of time and money. Not sure how I’m going to cope when I can’t write all day.

5. Do you have a favorite spot to write? 

My home office is all-ergonomic and feng-shui-ed. But when I’m lost in another world, I can write anywhere.


6. Do you listen to music while you write? 

 No. A little ironic since every scene in my book has a soundtrack. When I write, I write like a copywriter. I picture commercials in my head. In other words, I see it like a movie, not a book. I imagine camera angles and music and montages. I imagine body language and subtext. That’s why I need silence to write.


7.If your book were made into a movie, who do you picture playing Callie and Walker? 

 Zooey Dechanel for Callie. I’m not sure who would make a good Walker. I’d love for readers to post who they think might work for his role.


8. If you were a super-hero, what powers would you have? 

The ability to go back in the past and fix my mistakes. Had a doozey this week and would love to set the dial and go back and make it so it never happened.


9. What writing projects are you currently working on?


I have all the books in the series mapped out and outlined. Callie’s sister’s story is next, and I’m really excited to write it. But truthfully, self-publishing my first book has been emotionally draining. The publishing aspect, not the writing. The marketing, the formatting, the proofreading and editing—finding the right people to read and help, selling it to fans, dealing with social media, watching reviews like a hawk—it’s been incredibly taxing.

Still, I’d much rather do it on my own than have someone else tell me how to write while living off my book.

Given all that, I’m taking a bit of a brain break, and get back on track financially— be a better mother again. In a month, I’ll start the next book.

 

Blog Tour for He Loves Me Healthy, He Loves Me Not by Renee Dyer


Title: He Loves Me Healthy, He Loves Me Not
Author: Renee Dyer
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 30, 2016



Chiari.
It’s a strange little word about to change Nick and Brenna St. James’ world forever.
Brenna was raised to believe love conquers all. Losing piece after piece of herself causes her to waver in her beliefs. Insecurities abound and she can’t stop wondering if Nick can love the person she is now. Is it fair to ask him to?
Nick wants a do over. To go back to a time before Brenna was sick, before everything changed. But genies don’t exist, life doesn’t grant wishes, and time machines haven’t been invented. All he can do is follow his heart...and his heart wants Brenna.
Together, they have to face a battle they never imagined. 
When fighting is all you have left… 
When love can't heal everything… 
When life rests in the balance of the unknown...
When their vows, “…in sickness and in health”, are put to the test… 
Will Nick and Brenna be able to fight through the odds stacked against them, or will everything come crumbling down?




Chapter One
Brenna
Snow swirls around me as I try to wrap my mind around the news I received.  I sit in the cold interior of my car unable to bring myself to start it.  My tears add to the chill overtaking my body and I welcome the bitterness, hoping it will cause numbness, bringing on memory loss.
How am I going to tell Nick?
Thinking of my husband brings a fresh wave of pain and tears.  My loving, supportive Nick. From the moment I laid eyes on him, in a club, of all places, I knew he was the one. It was the strangest feeling. My heart didn’t stop beating and I didn’t lose my breath like you read in romance novels, but there was an awareness that flowed through every fiber of who I was. His dark eyes and perfect smile called to me through the masses of people and I knew I had to meet him. I remember shaking my head, thinking, He can’t be the one. He’s so not my type. I couldn’t picture him running down a field, carrying a football. In fact, I would be surprised if he stood six inches over my five-foot-two frame. I had scoured the dance floor, looking for someone else to catch my eye, but something about him kept drawing me in. I chuckled at the absurdity of it all. Since my teen years, I had been attracted to jocks and the man to finally turn me to mush had me picturing cubicles and computers.
He’d ignored me that night, seemed to see right through me. It was actually my best friend, Amy-Lynn, who forced me to make the first move. I’m still thankful for that. At twenty-three, I may not have known what I was truly missing out on. Eight years later, I can say he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. We’re connected. I felt it that first night. I feel it now. Nick burrowed himself into my soul. That’s what’s making this so much harder. It’s going to break his heart. He was sure I would be alright.
I try to calm myself, but my mind travels back to the appointment, to the words Dr. Wendell spoke.  My head falls onto the steering wheel and fresh tears fall as I tumble into the madness of my memory.
“Brenna St. James.”
My head pops up from the magazine I wasn’t really reading.  An older gentleman with a kind smile awaits me.  I stand slowly, holding the chair for support.  If I try to move too quickly, it can bring on an “episode”.  I know this is the best place for it to happen, but the embarrassment of these strangers seeing how my body tears me down is too much to handle.  With slow, unsteady steps, I make my way toward the man and shake his extended hand.
“I’m Dr. Wendell.  It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” I say weakly.  With my nerves wreaking havoc on me, forming a coherent sentence feels impossible.
White hair, mustache, small beard, glasses, bow tie—I take in the entire picture of the doctor before me, trying to calm myself.  He’s talking about the cold weather and I think I respond, but my brain feels so muddled.  It’s not every day you have to meet a neurosurgeon.  Unexpectedly, he breaks out singing Beyonce, her famous “to the left” line repeating on his lips while he does a little shimmy.  I can’t stop myself from giggling.  His antics have their presumably desired effect. My tension starts to ease, and I feel a bit more relaxed. I like this guy.
Two lefts later, he opens the door to his office.  It’s surprisingly cozy.  I expected it to be clinical, sterile…I don’t know, whitewashed.  Instead, a floor to ceiling bookshelf filled with books, family photos, a globe, and a couple model skulls greets me.  They aren’t as creepy as I would have guessed.  Plants on coffee tables, a couch, and rocking chair—he’s gone to great lengths to make sure his patients feel comfortable.  I hardly notice the exam table against the far wall.
We spend the first part of the appointment going over my symptoms and when they started.  He talks about the tests I’ve undergone and why my primary doctor felt they were necessary.  I try not to get irritated all over again.  I’ve spent nine months getting worse while my primary refused to listen to how I was feeling.  Then she sent me to a completely insane neurologist.  Months of my life have been wasted on unnecessary tests and doctors who refused to help me, and nothing changed until I finally got angry enough to demand who I saw.
Those demands led me to this appointment.
“Dr. Nugent sent over your final work up from a few weeks ago,” he says after wrapping up his long list of questions.  “I also have all your files from Dr. Herrington and Dr. Lauzier.”
“I signed a waiver for all the tests I had done at the hospital to be sent to you,” I add, hoping he has everything and I don’t have to make another appointment to start getting answers.  After getting the runaround for so long, I just want answers, and I’m done waiting for them.
“Yes, I have all your scans, too.  Would you like me to go through them with you?  I find if the patient sees what’s happening to them for themselves, it helps them to be better equipped to make decisions.”
I’m not sure what decisions he’s talking about, but my nerves kick in to overdrive.  I nod, unable to form words.  Fear fills my entire body as he signs into his computer and pulls my scans on the screen.
At first, the grey images seem like a blur to me.  I can easily tell it’s my brain, but I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be seeing.  He quickly shows me how part of my brain, the cerebellar tonsils, hang out of my skull, crowding my spinal column.  In fact, they’re crowding it so much, I have a fluid obstruction forming.  He explains that the massing can cause pressure on the brainstem, spinal cord, and block the CSF flow, the fluid running through and around the brain.  My mind swirls, processing everything he’s saying too fast for me to make sense of it.
There’s a blockage between my brain and spine, fluid isn’t flowing correctly, and without getting the fluid to flow better, there is no way to slow down my symptoms.  I want to shrink into the floor, become nonexistent…anything to take me away from his words.
“Mrs. St. James.”
“Brenna, please,” I squeak out.
“Brenna, your symptoms are progressing rapidly due to the lack of fluid movement.  They are going to get worse as the obstruction gets worse.  The tonsils are hanging too low, causing too much crowding.  Your brain will continue to produce CSF, but there is nowhere for it to go.”
I stare into his blue eyes, begging him not to say what I know is coming.  My heart races and I can hear the blood pumping through my ears.  I blink twice quickly, trying to make it all go away.
“My recommendation at this time is surgery.  I feel it’s the only way to provide you any relief.”
And my world disappears beneath my feet.  I’m left free floating in a sphere of panic, disbelief, and anger.  How could my body betray me like this?  Where is Nick?  I need his arms around me, protecting me.
No one should hear they need brain surgery alone.
Dr. Wendell continues to tell me about the surgery, but I’m too lost to hear him.  I have to stop him and ask him to start over.  His eyes full of compassion and understanding, he starts over and I do my best to keep it together.  I manage to do just that until I get into my cold car.
I’m not sure how long I sit in my car, allowing myself to emotionally unwind, but my shivering spurs me into action.  With shaking fingers, I rifle through the papers on my passenger seat, trying to find the keys I’d haphazardly thrown there in my need to break down.  My eyes roam over the information and dates sprawled before me and my stomach churns.  Fearing I’ll be sick, I slam my eyes shut, needing to block out the reminders of today’s news, and blindly search for the keys.
“Where the fuck are they?” I shout into the empty car, my voice sounding broken.
I am broken.
It’s why I’m sitting here, unable to call the one person who can comfort me.  Comforting me, means breaking him, and I can’t do that.  With my keys found, I start the car and pray the warmth that will soon fill the space can bring me peace.
Lowering my visor, I open the mirror and cringe at my reflection.  Mascara streaks my cheeks and all the color has drained from my face.  I look hollow.
I can’t talk to Nick looking like this.
I’m not sure where the thought comes from, or why I think cleaning myself up is going to make delivering this news any easier, but I grab napkins from the console and furiously scrub my skin.  The paper is dry and my skin starts to feel raw under the pressure, but I don’t care.  I need to be me for a little longer.
Shoving all the papers to the floor, I grasp my purse.  I take a few minutes to touch up my makeup and then give myself another once over.  My eyes speak back to me, telling me no matter how much makeup I put on, or how many times I touch it up, it won’t cover the truth.  I try to push the thoughts from my mind, but I can’t—no amount of positive thinking will change what’s about to happen to me.
Closing my eyes, I lean my head against the seat and force myself to breathe.  I need to be calm—get into character, so to speak.  Nick will need me as much as I need him.  My voice needs to sound sure.  I can’t tremble.  I can’t cry.  I sure as hell can’t break—no more than I already have.  It’s time for me to be strong.
One more deep breath and I open my eyes, pull my cell from my purse, and force myself to focus on the snow falling around me.  Keep your eyes on the snow.  Watch the flakes fall.  Get lost in the white.  My fingers type out his work number and I bring the phone to my ear.  I’m not sure which is louder, the ringing or my heart.  It’s beating so fast, I’m afraid it’s going to pump right out of my chest.
Keep your eyes on the snow.  “You’ve reached Nicholas St. James.  I’m currently away from my desk.  Please leave a message and your contact information, and I’ll get back to you shortly.”
A deep sigh falls from my lips and relief floods through me.  I’ve never been so happy for Nick to have a meeting.
“Hey, babe.  Just left the doctor’s.  Driving home now and it’s snowing.  I’ll be home in about a half hour.  Call me there.”
I drop my cell in the drink holder and start the drive home in suffocating silence.  I leave the radio off, but without the background noise, I realize how loud my mind is.  Thought after thought bombards me.  Questions I wish I had asked.  Questions I worry Nick will ask.  Will he be able to handle this?
Will he leave me?
He’s stood by me through so much, but I can’t help but wonder if this will be too much.
My cell rings, dragging me from my wandering thoughts.  I’m in no way ready to talk to Nick, but if I don’t answer, I know he’ll worry.  Ten more minutes and I would have been in the safety of my home.  With a sad heart, I reach for the phone, click that little green icon, and brace myself.
I’m about to find out how strong my marriage really is.
“Hello.”
“Hey, babe.  How’d the appointment go?”
Trying to lighten the mood, I joke, “The doctor said it’s all in my head.”
He sighs through the line and I have to choke back the sobs trying to break free.
“That’s great, Bren.”
“Uh…no.  I’m so sorry, Nick. I shouldn’t have joked about this.  It is all in my head, but that means I have to have surgery.”
“Surgery?” he questions.
“Yeah, surgery.”
Our call goes quiet while the news sinks in.  I want to say something, but I have nothing to offer to soften the blow.  How do I offer comfort when I feel so lost?
“I wasn’t there for you.”
His sad voice adds to the misery of the day.  I wish I could tell him it’s okay, but I needed him with me.  The more I think of what’s going to happen to me, the more I know how much I’ll continue to need him, so I say nothing.
“I’m so sorry, Bren.”










From a young age Renee Dyer had a love of writing, starting with a doodle pad at age four that soon turned into journals and later computer documents. Poetry became short stories and short stories became a novel. Although she's surrounded by males all day having three sons, a husband and a hyperactive chocolate lab, she still finds time to be all woman when she escapes into the fantasy of reading and writing romance. That is, until she needs male perspective and garners eye rolling from her husband. She's a true New Englander. You'll find her screaming profanity at her TV while the Pats play and cuddling under blankets during the cold seasons (which is most of them) reading a good book. To her snow is not a reason to shut things down, only a reason to slow down and admire the beauty. Ask her questions and she'll answer them. She's an open book, pun fully intended.






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Blog Tour for Hotshot by Ahren Sanders








Title: Hotshot
Author: Ahren Sanders
Release Date: August 29, 2016


Synopsis:
I don’t remember a time I didn’t love Crenshaw Bennett.
I tried to deny it, but my feelings grew deeper.
I thought he could never love me the way I love him.

I was wrong—outrageously, deliriously, and beautifully wrong.

One innocent kiss changes my life forever.

Suddenly, Shaw is mine.
Loyal, devoted, and the most loving man on this Earth.
Together, we create an explosion of fiery passion, devotion, and chemistry I never knew was possible.

All of my dreams are within reach, but I should have known it was too good to be true.

The past always catches up to you, and I’m left staring at my worst nightmare.

Faced with the unthinkable, I am forced to choose between the man I love and a past I cannot change.

Shaw’s fighting like hell to prove we can have it all, but can I find the strength to be the woman he needs?

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31277586-hotshot






REVIEW BY TABITHA:

Let me start off by saying that I am a HUGE fan of Ahren Sanders. She is one of those authors that I one click no matter what. She is one of those authors that I am not ashamed to say I stalk on Facebook to find out what she has coming up next. I can honestly say I have loved every book she has published and I swear I get to the end of each book and think that one was my favorite and no way can the next be as good as the last. And each time I am proven wrong. I immediately fell in love with Shaw and Bizzy. The relationship that Bizzy and Shaw have in the beginning along with his two brothers, Nick and Mathis are hilarious. The banter and wit that comes from Bizzy makes for a very entertaining beginning. The dynamic between these four is that of four really awesome friends. And then in one moment you can feel the shift in the relationship between Shaw and Bizzy. I thought the author did a fantastic job with writing that moment because you can literally feel it in your heart when Shaw no longer looks at Bizzy as one of his best friends but as the woman who holds his heart and soul. And then along comes trouble with a capital T. I swear there were points in this book where I had to just walk outside and scream, then come back and start reading again only to ugly cry because your heart just breaks for Bizzy and Shaw. I really did feel like I was sitting there with them as they had their ups and downs. I cried for Bizzy, I cried for Shaw, and then here comes Sasha and makes me want to run her over with a semi. I am very happy with the ending of this book and can not wait to see what comes next!! I'm really, really hoping it will be either Nick or Mathis. They deserve a HEA!!! I really wish I could give this one more than 5 stars because it absolutely deserves it. This is another book that I will be reading over and over again. 



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Ahren spent her formative years living in an active volcano. There her family made collectible lava art. She studied rock collecting at the Sorbonne in France. There she met the love of her life-her pet pig Sybil. She returned to the states and started writing. She is happily married to a guy who used to live under a bridge and she met while pole-dancing. They have one amazing daughter.

Now, meet the real me. I grew up in the south and consider myself a true “Southerner”. Most of the special locations mentioned in my books are reflections of my favorite places. Living on the Florida coast, my family spends a lot time at the beach which is where I usually can be found with a book in my hand. I started writing my Surrender Series, in the spring of 2013 and have received incredible support from the Indie community. Throughout this year, I have been privileged to meet some amazing people that I am thankful to have in my life.

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Cover Reveal for Ruin by Clarissa Wild




Title: Ruin
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Booming Covers
 Release Date: September 20, 2016



Blurb

Maybell Fairweather was the girl of my dreams.

Always smiling brightly, she kept going, despite the names her classmates called her behind her back.
She was full of curiosity and independence, the extent of which I could only be jealous of. Even though she had all odds stacked against her, she knew what she wanted from life and pursued it, no matter the cost.

She was completely my opposite in every way.
Perfect, even though she couldn’t see it.
Perfect … until me.

Because this is the story of how I ruined her.
 

Based on a true story. Standalone Romance. No cliffhanger.






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Sometimes we just have to live the fantasy in order to feel human again.

“It’s so peaceful out here,” she whispers.

“Yeah … I love it.”

“I just wish I could get up and stand under the trees. Just for a little while.”

I sit up and look at her, waiting until she opens her eyes. “Just standing or more?”

She smiles as she cocks her head towards me. “And maybe dance a little. If I could.”

The left side of my lips perk up into a smile. “You can.”

I get up from the bench, stand in front of her, and hold out both my hands.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Take my hands.”

“Why?” She looks at them tentatively.

“Just take them.”

It takes her a while to agree, probably because she’s scared. But there’s no reason to be. I won’t let her fall. I never will.

I pull her up into standing position.

“Hold onto me for support,” I say, and then take a step back until I’m so far back she has to come to me. “C’mon. Don’t be scared. I’m here.”

One, two, three. Hop. Her leg sways, but she stays put, putting every ounce of weight on my arms.

“Again,” I say, taking another step back and tugging her with me.

She goes along with it, taking another step of blind faith.

I never take my eyes off her as she continues to hop closer to me. Not even when we reach the center of the field. Leaves are scattered all around us, and when the wind blows a cascade of more leaves follow. Some drop on her head, making her giggle as she brushes them off.

Still, I can’t stop looking.

I’m no longer afraid or embarrassed about it.

I simply am … in love.

“What now?” she asks.

I pull her as close as I can so I can wrap both my arms around her. “Put your arms around my neck.”

She complies, her fingers lacing behind my neck. I can feel the warmth of her skin against mine, and as I soak in the heat of the sun I feel invigorated, strong. Strong enough to carry her across the ocean and back.

In one go I lift her up, her cheerful squeal creating goosebumps all over my body. Then I start to move my feet, one by one, until I’m no longer just walking … Until I’m dancing in a whirlwind of leaves … dancing with her in my arms.

The beauty of this place fades in comparison to her.

And even though I adore every inch of her presence, I do not deserve her.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t fulfill her dreams.

Her smile is wide, her teeth sparkling in the light of the sun. She looks so happy. Happier than I’ve ever seen her, and it fills me with something I’ve never experienced before. Hope.

After spinning and circling around for so many times, my head is getting dizzy, so I slowly come to a stop and admire the renewed look on her face. Her rosy cheeks. Her tousled hair floating in the wind. She leans away and grabs my hands as I pull her back to the seat once again.






Author Bio


Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.



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