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CHALLENGE by AMY DAWS :: REVIEW

Standalone Sports Romance

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SYNOPSIS

He’s her patient. She’s his doctor. They shouldn’t. But God, do they want to.

Camden Harris, the famously hot, hulk of a footballer is laid up in a London hospital. But his busted knee doesn’t stop him from running his well-practiced game on Indie Porter—his redheaded spitfire of a doctor. She’s not his type, not even close. But she could be the perfect distraction from the soul-crushing damage this injury could cost him.

Indie’s tired of her naivety putting a target on her back. As a gifted child, she’s let her education take the front seat her whole life. But a fling with a footballer like Camden might be just what she needs to grab life by the balls.

And he could be the perfect guy for the plan she’s been sitting on for over two years.

But when feelings make a final play, there’s no amount of medicine that can heal the damage to their hearts.

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Reviewed by Gitte & Jenny

 “I want what I feel when I’m with you.”

What a fabulous sports romance with a footie playing hero who will charm your knickers off and a sweet yet naïve heroine who’s a bit of a wonder kid. Challenge had us hooked from about a third way in and we became completely sucked into the story of Camden and Indie; two opposites whose paths collide when a nasty accident happens on a muddy pitch in Bethnal Green.

“I am football. Nothing more. If I can’t play, what the fuck am I?”

We had so many laughs whilst absolutely swooning over the footie ace who went on a bit of a journey of self-discovery after facing his past and coming to terms with what this could mean for his future. This all aided by his attending doctor who for reasons he can’t quite understands manages to capture more than just his attention, medically.

‘I’m drowning in deep, dark, delirious destiny. I’m in a place I never want to leave. A place I never want to say goodbye to. A place I never want to let go. Just sinking further and further into a world I’ve never known.’

Dr. Indie Porter is quite a force to be reckoned with in the London hospital. She’s brave, intelligent and quite lonely. Other than her best friend Belle, she really doesn’t have anyone else in her life. It took us a while to fully warm up to Indie, what was sweet, endearing and funny in the start began to grate a bit after a while and she pissed us off big time on occasion. We put it down to her being the classic case of ‘book clever’ with an impaired ability to function in social situations unless in the role of Dr. Porter. Indie has no filter though when it comes to her personal life and clearly doesn’t suffer fools gladly. Hence, we struggled at times but she definitely won us over in the end.

‘I want her. I want her more than she wants me…and that never happens to me.’

As for Camden Harris; he started off as the typical sexy football star who’s got the skill and potential to strike it big…pun intended. We fell completely under his spell, as sure he was cocky, but he never played games nor did he act under pretence or instigate anything that wasn’t emotion led, wearing his heart on his sleeve, always.

Penis #1: The Virginity Snatcher.

Penis #2: The Sweetie.

Penis #3: The Ultimate Cocktail

Commence operation The Penis List by Indie Porter. It had us in stitches in the beginning. Then it became a bit of ‘enough already, grow up Indie girl’. Saying that, her childhood and fast paced entry into adulthood did give her a free pass in the end. Between her and Camden; both have such strong and vivid scars from the past emotionally that it’s no wonder some things played out the way they did.

‘Tears slide down my temples and into my hair at the realisation that I’ve never felt this level of devotion before, both for him and from him. It’s more than I’ve ever felt about anything in my entire life.’

We fell completely in love with the whole Harris family and Belle too. Challenge made for a real feel good romance with a bit of angst and drama that never took anything away from the beauty of Cam and Indie’s love story. We can’t wait for more and have to say that we really love the easy feel of Amy Daws’ writing.

4 Stars


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NOT THE ONE by AMY DAWS
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THE LONDON LOVERS SERIES by AMY DAWS

London Lovers

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NOT THE ONE by AMY DAWS

Standalone featuring some characters from London Lovers Series
Friends to lovers, emotional romance.

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SYNOPSIS

My name is Reyna Miracle. 
Even though a part of my name is Miracle, there’s nothing miraculous about me. 
My body portrays the tales of my life. 
Every feeling, every heartbreak, every emotion. 
Marked. Inked. Stained. 
A walking canvas of my messed up truth. 

But there’s one confession I can’t put in a tattoo. 
A confession that will kill me to tell, but my best friend died before I had the chance. 

Now I’m left with him. 
The only one who can hold me in the night and squeeze that spot on my neck that feels like my lifeline between sanity and chaos. 

But we don’t work together. 
We’re absolute poison for each other. 
We’re a stifling, suffocating, sickness of darkness. 

But I feel safe…because I’ve made an art of pushing people away. 

Now he’s pushing back…
And making me believe…
Making me wonder… 
Maybe, just maybe…
I could be the one.

Not The One

 Reviewed by Gitte & Jenny

✯✯✯✯1/2 Stars

“It’s a painful thing not living up to other people’s standards of you. It’s an even more painful thing when you’re not even surprised.”

We just knew this one was going to hurt and make us cry. And it did. Amy Daws’ writing in Not The One was absolutely beautiful and haunting as she effortlessly took us from past to present on a healing journey for both family, friends and lovers. It was gritty, raw and not very easy to read at times, as souls were bared and deep grown issues were dealt with after much tragedy. This was a journey for many characters all with a part to play in an interwoven story of grief, torment and love.

“The darkness is my home. It’s where I belong. Maybe forever.”

Reyna has always embraced pain and suffering; she knows not of any other feeling. It’s as if she needs it to breathe and live – often wallowing in it – basking in it even. It felt quite twisted and ugly but everything can have beauty once you scratch the surface. Layers of self-loathing, grief and guilt are not easy to shed. They become your protection and second coat. It takes the right person to help you unravel and discover the soft, loving and beautiful underneath years of struggling with a guilt complex and striving to lose the label of being a miracle.

“I thought I could make you happy, but Christ, I can’t be the reason for all this. This isn’t happiness.”

Reyna is the centre of this story with characters from previous books orbiting and playing significant roles. In a story of healing this was as much Hayden and Liam’s book as it was Reyna’s. Between Hayden and Liam we lost many tears. What is it about a truly broken man we just can’t bear? Perhaps as women we identify more with the heroine as a fellow woman who may have been through similar pain and sorrow we easily slip into that role by connecting. Yet to feel and experience a man’s honest and devastating pain and misery is just so overwhelmingly heart-breaking. Who knows – but we felt it every step of the way.

“Even though I’m still fucking madly in love with you, I won’t…I refuse to wait forever.”

In a story that examined the true nature of relationships, demands and expectations as well as honesty, friendships and love, the power of Amy Daws writing truly shone. This has to be our favourite book by this Author as we felt her heart beat in every single page.

‘The worst part about healing is finding all the massive battle scars left behind.’

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NOT THE ONE by AMY DAWS
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THE LONDON LOVERS SERIES by AMY DAWS

London Lovers

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LONDON BOUND – THE LONDON LOVERS SERIES by AMY DAWS – REVIEW & SNEAK PEEK PROLOGUE

‘He’s determined to open her heart….and heal his own.’

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SYNOPSIS

When Leslie Lincoln, a spunky, red-headed American, suffers an awkward moment with an arousingly-sexy British man—she thinks her life can’t get any more pathetic.

She’s done with men.
She doesn’t need them.
She especially doesn’t need their muscular thighs.
No siree, she’s going to forget all about the brooding, complicated, and seductive “Theo” who captivated her on the dance floor of a London nightclub.

Keep telling yourself that, Lez…..

Immersing herself into a new type of romantic cleanse, Leslie thinks she’ll never lay eyes on Theo again. But somehow, he’s managed to bulldoze his way back in—her cheetah-print onesie pajamas be damned.

He wants more.
She wants to run.
But he can’t seem to let her go.

Both of them have a past—and neither want to share.

How can love possibly survive in darkness? 

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Reviewed by Jenny & Gitte

✯✯✯1/2 Stars

 “Leslie, don’t you know anything, I’ll never run from you. I’ll fight for you….forever.”

This was our first book by Amy Daws and after being swathed in the humour, warmth and fun of her characters, ‘tits’ fair to say, we’ll be checking out more from this witty, talented author!

London Bound was a mixture of humour, painful pasts and beneath the romance, at the heart of the story was a wonderfully threaded theme of true friendships that stand the test of time.

This can be read as a standalone but we kind of wish we’d read the first two books to further explore the history on Leslie, Finley, Frank and Brody whose relationship we really warmed to. Family Flick Night….we’d love to be parked on that couch cuddling up with them in our onesies!

“You shine and you sparkle and you make me feel again.”

Leslie could be a bit frustrating at times. Her continual rejection of Theo began to wear a bit thin with us. Fair play to Theo for being so persistent because Leslie certainly didn’t give off many encouraging vibes. There was one scene in particular where her behaviour really annoyed us. We found her actions at this particular time to be insensitive and immature which didn’t correlate to the maturity of a young woman confident enough to travel to the other side of the world and start a new life on her own. Though we were later to discover the reasons behind the shields Leslie put up, it still didn’t completely excuse some of her behaviour in our eyes.

Theo was such a sweetheart.  Boy did this guy have a BIG heart! Hot, suave, vulnerable and very sexy oh and let’s not forget patient…..wow! This man certainly had patience in spades where Leslie was concerned. Theo was also masking a painful tragedy that wore on him and his daily life, this guy was so sweet and romantic.

“You finally brought light back into my life, Leslie. The last thing I want to do is drag you into this fucking darkness.” – Theo
“Darkness is life. We can’t avoid it forever.” –
Leslie

Frank, Leslie’s hilarious gay friend was a HOOT! We adored him and he added so much light hearted relief to the story and helped us see beneath the outgoing, gregarious façade Leslie presented.  These two were definitely kindred spirits and their relationship was so much fun!

‘Maybe it truly is destiny that we found each other in that porn shop. We are kindred spirits.’

We certainly commend the author for scoping the British vernacular for her setting of this book and some gave us a good giggle, however there were instances where the vernacular/slang would be incorrectly used in relation to the emotion the author was expressing through her characters. This was especially so in certain emotional scenes where the words used did not correlate to the feelings of the characters. Some were terms a man of Theo’s age wouldn’t use, which could at times take us out of the story.

Despite those misgivings, this was a sweet and sexy story of opening up your heart. Of putting your past behind you and giving love a chance because you never know….that person who is right in front of you might just be Mr Right instead of Mr Right Now!  Warm, funny and entertaining. A sweet escape we think readers will love.

**Reviewed from an ARC copy provided by the author via RockStar PR & Literary Consulting, with thanks**

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THE LONDON LOVERS SERIES by AMY DAWS

London Lovers

BECOMING US – BOOK ONE
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BROKEN US – BOOK TWO
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LONDON BOUND – BOOK THREE
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PROLOGUE
LONDON BOUND by AMY DAWS

Copyright © 2015 Amy Daws
All rights reserved.

He strides with slow, purposeful steps right toward me. I immediately halt my diva-power-squat dance move I’ve been perfecting for the past year. Hey, it’s not as bad as the twerking I was attempting poorly only two minutes ago. His face is slack, serious, and completely focused on mine. His vision doesn’t stray to any other girl on the dance floor—only me. What the hell does this guy want? If he’s a bouncer and coming to yell at me for dancing like a fool, he can just piss right off! I’ll Harlem Shake all over his ass if he isn’t careful! I know this is a posh London nightclub, but fuck him. In fact, upon further reflection, I hope that’s exactly what he’s coming over for. He’s going to get an earful from me because that shit’s un-American! Oh, shit. I’m in London. Duh, Leslie—moron. Still though. Even for London, getting kicked out of a nightclub for dancing like a fool is bloody rude.

“Look, I’m just having fun. Piss off or I’ll sic my friend Frank on you. He’s a huge Irish demon and he’ll rip your ass off if you don’t watch it.” I fix a pointed glare at him, preparing myself for battle.

His deep, soulful eyes hood briefly, and the intensity of his expression winds me. “Dance with me,” he says, simply. It’s a demand, not a question.

Well that’s unexpected. I briefly shake off my initial feeling of indignation and shrug my shoulders nonchalantly, giving him an ‘if you must’ look. This could be fun. He’s not bad looking—in fact, he’s pretty hot now that I know he’s not a bouncer coming to thump me. He instantly snakes his hands around my waist and pulls me up tight against him. I’m slightly stunned by the intimacy of his hold but am taken off guard too much to object. His right leg pushes between my thighs and my little black dress rides up scandalously high.

He eyes me closely and then begins swaying our hips to the erotic nightclub beats. Oh God. This feels a bit intimate with his leg positioned just so. But oof, it’s quite nice if I’m being honest. I get that little zaza feeling up my spine, and it’s not altogether unwelcome. I look around at the other people dancing, trying to get a better grip on myself and quit focusing on the squirming sensation happening in my under belly right now. Ye gats, I hope to God Frank doesn’t see this or he’ll never let me live it down. It’s quite obvious everyone around us is pretty hammered at this point because they are all completely oblivious to our sensual motions. It’s late enough now I suppose, even the Brits are behaving with a bit more bravado.

My attention is snapped back to my dance partner as he hitches his leg slightly. Goodness me, I drop my chin to my chest and shake my hair forward to conceal my face. Oh shit that feels good being tight up against him like this. I feel hot and flushed. Who is this guy?

His hand moves gently up my side and he crooks his finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes are boring down on me, intense and curious. Without even telling it to, my tongue slips out from my mouth and licks my upper lip leisurely. His eyes flare ever so slightly—his black-rimmed glasses making it difficult to see his expression properly. My eyes rove around the rest of him and take in his buzzed, dirty blonde hair and dark scruff peppered around his face. He’s got a sexy, lazy-Sunday-morning-just-fucked look about him, if I do say so myself.

“What’s your name?” he asks loudly enough to be heard. His British accent sounds a bit Cockney. Perhaps East London? I can’t quite distinguish accents as well as Frank, but I’ve picked up a few regional signs. The feel of his vibrating chest against me when he speaks is nice.

“Leslie,” I answer, taking quick note of his tight-corded muscles roping up his arms. Jesus, his triceps are huge! “Yours?” My curiosity is peaked. Any man that has the nerve to come right up and ask me to dance has some serious balls. Brits in general tend to keep to themselves at most nightclubs until the booze really starts flowing. But this guy doesn’t appear to be drunk. In fact, he’s got some serious dance moves that indicate to me he’s stone-cold sober.

Suddenly, he shifts his leg snugger between my thighs and my eyes fly wide open as I panic, feeling my dress ride up nearly past my kitty-cat! Oblivious, he leans in close and murmurs, “My name is Theo.” He stills, breathing deeply near the area just below my ear. His heady scent invades all of my senses and his warm breath sends shivers down my neck and spine. Wait a sec. Did he just nuzzle me?

My hands instinctively grasp his firm biceps for balance as a zinging sensation courses through me. Shit, this feels positively exciting! Wrong, but thrilling as hell! My hands stroke gently around his thick arms bulging through his tight t-shirt. He has a bulky, muscular build, and appears to be at least six-foot tall—easily dwarfing me. Though at only five-foot-five myself, that doesn’t take much. Either way, I definitely wouldn’t toss this guy out of bed for eating crackers.

“You looked like you were having a lot of fun just a bit ago, Leslie.” He says my name like he’s testing it out to see how it feels on his lips. His voice is smooth but deep. A timbre that reaches me everywhere it shouldn’t. His comment is sweet and light, but his face is serious and contemplative.

“I’m here with my best friend, Finley. We were just having a laugh.” I shrug my shoulders and smile, trying to earn a smile in return. He continues to look at me with a pensive expression.

“You’re American?”

I nod. Just then, Finley grasps my shoulders and mumbles into my ear that she’s running to the loo. I turn to reply, but she’s already scurried off. I hope she doesn’t have a bathroom emergency.There’s nothing worse than pooing at a high-class nightclub.

“Americans are pretty good at laughing.” Theo’s voice interrupts my thoughts like he can hear them somehow poking fun at my poor friend. I gaze at him as his mouth drops open slightly. He moves his tongue to the side of his mouth as if biting the tip with his back teeth. He appears to be contemplating what he’s going to say next. Seemingly deciding against saying anything at all, he pins me with a sexy smoldering look and I catch myself gawking at his thick bottom lip.

My coworkers give me crap all the time about being obnoxious and how utterly American that is. They say American like it’s a bad thing! I just like to laugh and goof off! But this Theo guy doesn’t seem to be saying it negatively. I decide to let the comment slide.

“Why so serious?” I ask in a low, creepy voice, imitating the voice of the Joker from Batman Returns. I pucker my lips out into a playful pout. His eyes lock on my lips and I giggle at his obvious lack of humor.

He shrugs his shoulders and answers, “Not everyone can light up a room like you, I guess.” He looks off to the side and I bark out a laugh.

“That’s a line if I ever heard one! I’m sure you say that to all the girls.” I wag my eyebrows sarcastically.

He frowns and looks back at me confused. A dissatisfied expression ripples over his features. “I don’t. I’m not…really a line kind of guy. I’ve actually never said that to anyone. Well, maybe my mum…before…” he pauses, smiling softly for the first time since he approached me. There’s a sadness to it though. My heart flutters at the adorable expression on his face. He should do happy more often—it looks good on him.

I finally tear my eyes away from his face and look around at the people surrounding us. I forgot we weren’t alone for a second and suddenly I feel self-conscious of our provocative dancing.

“I mean it,” he says, pressing his chest into mine and speaking close enough that I can feel his lips tickle my ear. “It’s not a line. You…” He pauses and exhales deeply. “You sparkle.” He pulls back quickly, appearing to be taken aback by the words that just tumbled out of his own mouth.

I want to swat him sardonically and make some wisecrack about what a lying cow he must be. But his expression and demeanor feel too honest—raw. I can’t explain it. I believe him now but feel uncomfortable with the compliment at the same time. I’ve never been good at compliments. The only compliments I ever seem to get are on my clothes.

“You must be referring to my keen fashion sense.” I wink playfully.

His eyes dip down to my chest and he scowls briefly then returns his gaze to my green eyes. “Not the clothes,” he replies simply.

I get the first proper look at his eyes when a blast of white light illuminates the dancers. Wow. His eyes are amazing—pale brown around the iris, and darkening slightly toward the edges. And of course they’d have to be framed with thick black lashes. As his gaze pierces me I’m struck with a feeling of mourning. His eyes have this beautifully sad look about them that I can’t quite make sense of. I want to rip off his black-rimmed glasses and see if that reveals the cause of his obvious remorse.

He shifts his leg slightly and the friction of his expensive-looking tweed pants between my legs shocks my thought process. Oh my word, this is bad. This is much too intimate. Get a hold of yourself, Leslie!

I pucker my lips, attempting to contain the growing arousal in my body. Between his sweet words and his sensual movements, I feel myself losing control like a wanton floozy. I have to get off this man’s leg. I have to. Why did I wear such lacey underwear? This sensation is just…too…much.

He brings his mouth to my neck and gently exhales along the skin below my ear. My organs wooze for England. I can almost feel the moisture of his lips on my skin. I press myself deeper into him, enjoying the feel of his muscular leg under my clenched thighs. I had no idea dancing could be this arousing!

Pulling back, he looks intensely into my eyes like he knows exactly what’s going through my mind. His eyes squint for a second and then look down to my lips. Holy fuck, is he going to kiss me? Oh God, he is! He’s going to kiss me—I know it. I should stop this. He’s a stranger and my nearly-naked vagina is riding his thigh like a bucking pony. Damn, his lips look soft.

Before I have time to make some smartass wisecrack to break this sex-bubble we’re forming, he leans down and confirms my suspicions. Yes—oh yes, those lips are as soft as I expected. As soon as we make contact, my cheeks tingle with excitement, the sensation ripples down to my core. His lips are smooth, plump, and rocking my fucking world right now. He doesn’t insert his tongue, which only makes me desperate for more. Like the sexually-deprived woman I am, I move my hands up from his chest to his cheeks and attempt to insert my tongue. Suddenly, he breaks our kiss and eyes me tensely. I can feel my eyes dilating with an aching need.

He bites his tongue again and moves his hands down to cup my behind. He pulls me onto his thigh even further. The friction and his hands touching me so intimately are nearly unbearable. Despite myself I thrust my hips into him and look up at his eyes with pure, unadulterated arousal. Jesus, I am such a scandalous hussie! My breath comes out in soft, shallow puffs. This Theo guy knows what he’s doing—that’s for damn sure!

He peers down at my crotch riding his leg. His eyes flash in a state of passion as his body catches up to mine. I moan softly. I feel like I’ve crawled out of my body and am watching it from above in perverted fascination. His previously controlled expression vanishes. His hands move from my butt to my hips and he rocks me back and forth on his hard leg.

I gasp, feeling stunned, and throw my head back. His actions grow frenzied and he pulls me flush against him. My head tosses over his shoulder. I hardly recognize what’s happening before it’s too late. A silent scream rips through me as sparks fire brightly behind my tightly closed eyes dancing with the bright club lights. I cry out loudly in shock, but my voice goes unheard over the roar of the music. But Theo’s heard it. He’s frozen in place, just like me. He knows. He recognized my body transitioning from a coiled, tight rocket, to a limp, weak noodle.

            Holy tits on a bull, I just climaxed…on a stranger’s leg!

I look up with wide, horrified eyes as my body settles back into reality. I chance a look at his reaction. He looks desperate—awestruck maybe? His eyes flash to my lips and he kisses me powerfully, swirling my still-fully-satisfied state. Just as he inserts his tongue, I break the kiss, overwhelmed by everything.

“Leslie?” He says my name in a questioning tone through a raspy, thick British accent.

“I, uhh…I need to…” I breathe heavily. “I’ll be right back.” I try to pull away and he grabs my waist tightly, refusing to let me go.

“I want to talk to you.” Did his accent get thicker or is it just me? His demeanor shifts to nervous and unsure—which for some bizarre reason only makes me want him more.

“I’ll be right back. I promise.” His eyes rove over my face, seemingly trying to determine if I’m trustworthy. He brushes my auburn bangs away from my eyes, assessing me further. He must see something because he releases me, albeit nervously.

“I’d like to walk you.”

“No,” I reply without thinking. I pause and smile reassuringly. “It’s just right over there.” He follows my gesture over to the women’s restroom and contemplates for a brief second, then nods his head slightly.

“I’ll wait right over there.” He glances to an empty bench area on the side of the dance floor. I nod my head confidently and hold one finger up, indicating I’ll be right back.

In a flash, I rush to the women’s loo on shaky legs. As soon as I’m secured behind a stall door, I let out a huge breath and attempt to stop my trembling hands. Holy fuckity-fuck-fuck-fuck, fuck. What was that? Did I seriously just cum on a stranger’s leg at a nightclub. What was his name again? Theo? Oh my God. What is wrong with me? I repeatedly bang my forehead on the side of the bathroom stall until it smarts and I flinch. I fucking deserve it! I rub the tender spot glumly. How could I be so utterly pathetic? He probably thinks I’m a lonely, desperate cow who hasn’t been laid in years…which, unfortunately, is true.

I sigh loudly and attempt to wipe my soaked panties. Deciding the panties are too far gone, I peel them off and toss them in the bin. I hate wearing the damn things anyway. I only did because Finley said we were going to dance wildly tonight and I thought it better to be safe than sorry. I pull down my little black dress, feeling completely exposed and raw below. Normally, going commando is no big thing for me, but doing it after an orgasm feels a bit more vulnerable.

I reluctantly exit the stall and get a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Jesus. I look like I’ve been properly fucked. My short bob is tousled and mussed and my green eyes are wide and dilated. Cheeks flushed. Jesus Lez—this is just great. I wash my hands as mortification blankets me the longer I stare at myself in the mirror.

God, this is just so inherently me that I could laugh. I could laugh, but I won’t. It’s just too pitiful. I know one thing for sure in this moment—I sure as shit can never face that Theo guy again.

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About the Author

amy Daws

Amy Daws is a goof of epic proportions. She enjoys making dumb videos and laughing at herself…a lot. She thinks she should have tried her hand at improv theater but figured she’d learn how life looks behind the lens of a camera first.

Amy works as a commercial producer at a major network affiliate TV station in South Dakota. You know those cheesy local ads everybody hates? Those AREN’T hers.

She lives with her husband, Kevin, and their miracle daughter, Lorelei. The long-awaited birth of Lorelei is what inspired Amy’s first book, Chasing Hope, and her passion for writing.

Amy’s contemporary romance books are a part of her London Lovers Series and currently have three installments out with more on the way. Her writing style takes emotional and comical and makes them have a really cute batch of ugly-crying/snort-laughing octuplet babies.

Amy’s inspiration for writing is and always will be her six precious angel babies and her daughter, Lorelei. On most nights, you can find Amy and her family dancing to Strawberry Shortcake’s theme song or stuffing themselves inside children’s-sized playhouses because there is nothing they wouldn’t do for their little miracle.

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