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Did you see the brand new Minotaur Boss art by Phantom Dame on my Instagram yesterday? If you missed it, keep scrolling. It's gorgeous and it's part of a top secret project I'm working on this year.

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This week I'm in Auckland visiting my sister and her family. My niece has grown so much since last time I saw her and we've been having a great time with the kids, but I must say not a lot of writing has been done. Never fear, though, I am ahead of schedule on my next project which will be out at the end of March and I'll have more information about that soon. In the meantime, check out this week's recommended reads for a brand new orc from Krista Luna!

Ami xx

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Check out this beautiful art by Phantom Dame. You can read a snippet from Married to my Grumpy Minotaur Boss below in case you need convincing...

Ronan

What the hell am I doing in front of an altar?

Scrubbing a hand over my face, I stand and wait for Justine. There’s a camera in my face and another somewhere behind me. I am seriously questioning my life choices.

I’m standing beside a simple wooden trellis stuck in the sand decorated with flowers and waiting for a bride I didn’t choose on a stinking hot day when I’d rather be anywhere else. I count the petals on the huge white lilies. The number of seconds until this farce is over. The crazy number of beats per minute of my thundering heart. I’m not nervous. That must mean it’s a cardiovascular problem. A thought I’d rather not indulge right now with multiple cameras fixed on me.

Damn it!

I pull the fussy handkerchief from my breast pocket and dab at my face.

This feels far too real.

Then something—perhaps an indrawn breath or hushed whisper—alerts me to her presence behind me. I turn and my mouth goes dry. The fitted corset of her dress hugs a slim waist and flares out slightly to accommodate wide hips. It tapers in over thick thighs all the way down to where dainty human toes in strappy sandals peep from the hem.

Even her long red hair has been smoothed and tamed into a stylish chignon decorated with lilies and orchids.

What the fuck did they do with my junior assistant? This woman isn’t her. This woman is fucking girl-of-my-dreams material.

I clear my throat, remembering the cameras trained on me, zooming in on my face for the world to see how my jaw drops to the fucking sand when she steps across the pebbly beach and takes my hand. I remember I’m supposed to be playing along and I don’t know what to do with my face. It feels so unnatural to let my real emotions show that I struggle for a moment. Finally, I allow just a hint of the look of awe she deserves to have one day when she does this for real. From someone who actually knows her.

When she places her hand in mine, it trembles.

She looks up at me, her blue eyes wide and her lips painted the perfect shade of red to compliment her hair. The perfect shade to draw my eyes and my attention. You know what they say about red to a bull…

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Is that all I can say back? There’s nothing in my head except the swoosh, swoosh of blood rushing in my ears.

She turns. “Did we get it? Should I do it again?”

My jaw almost hits the sand again. Did I just buy into my own Reality TV program?

Fuck.

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