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Y'all. It's been cold and wet so far this summer here in Costa del Larne. Ha. I wish it was Costa del anything here, but it's just plain ole Larne. And it's not at all summery.

It's taken a while to get my son into a routine this summer. We're working on school work for his upcoming SEAG/Transfer test in November, and to be frank, I'd rather boil my own face in lava.

A teacher, I am not.

Especially math.

Getting him to practice his clarinet should come with a fucking medal because I swear, this pre-teen (10 years old) is pre-teen-ing. I am exhausted.

To help my mental (and physical) health, and to stop my trainer from whining at me, I have been getting my butt back in the gym regularly, building up consistency, and swearing a hell of a lot at my personal trainer, Satan, I mean Phil.

As you can see, I've been enjoying it a lot. I'm sore from head to toe, can't climb stairs or sit down to pee, and my muscles are begging for mercy, so you could say my fitness journey is still going according to plan. Snort.

Basically: everything hurts, and I'm dying.

To unwind, I've been taking in a little murder in my limited down time.

I'm not even kidding. I've been spending my time reading serial killer romance (Butcher and Blackbird, and the entire Mindfuck series - which is only 5 novellas) as well as binge watching the Traitors Australia and USA (we already watched the UK one when it came out).

Have any of you read either of those series? Or watched the Traitors? What are your thoughts? TELL MEEEE!

Other than that, I'm working away in the background. Plotting book 3 of the Protocol series might kill me, but i'm hoping it just makes me stronger, because y'all, I want this one to be as earth shatteringly amazing as it is when I think about it in my brain.

That's it for this week, I've got to get back to Momlife (aka nagging until I'm blue in the face about the same thing I've mentioned 400 times until I finally explode)

Send liquor.

I still have 6 weeks to go.

I'm not sure I'm gonna make it.

Until next time,

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Justin

I thought I’d left my past in Minnesota when I moved to Iowa, but it was right there waiting for me.

Long blonde hair, curves in all the right places, and a death glare that hits harder than a slap shot to the solar plexus. On the ice, I’m a pro at blocking shots, but Savannah Bowen has slipped behind all my defenses and made a home in my heart.

I had no intention of revisiting the past, but when she’s damn near everywhere I go, I’m a goner.

Savannah

Hell freakin’ no.

It doesn’t matter that Justin Ashe is seven feet tall and sexy as sin, or that I’ve had a crush on him for years. He cheated on my best friend in high school, and that makes him off limits.

I can’t be with him, but damn, it’s impossible to stay away from him. Girl Code says uteruses before duderuses.

He’s supposed to be my enemy, but the more I see of him, the blurrier the lines get.

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Bookish. Bold. Beautiful. And entirely out of his league.

On paper, all-American boy next door, Lincoln Scott, has it all. But behind his slap shots, straight-A report card, and easy going charm, Linc hides a secret only his best friend knows.

When he attempts to return a misplaced bra, a wrong number gets him way more than the hook-up he bargained for. No one has ever looked beyond the star hockey player, until the mysterious woman he can’t stop texting sees him for who he really is.

Does Linc have the skills off the ice to keep up with her? Will he follow in his father’s footsteps? Or will he step out from the shadows and chase his dreams?

If you’re pucking obsessed with Helena Hunting, Pippa Grant, and Elle Kennedy, you’ll love this hilarious, hot-as-puck, secret identity, opposites attract, curvy girl sports romance. Two for Interference is a full length standalone with no cheating, cliffhangers, and a guaranteed happily ever after.

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