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    Painted On My Heart
    Author: Kindle Alexander
    Genre: M/M Romance
    Release Date: Coming Soon
     
     
     
    Artist Kellus Hardin let love and loyalty cloud his past decisions, a mistake he definitely won’t make again. Now, lost and alone, he’s left to pick up the shattered pieces of his broken heart while facing the truth of his reality. 
     
    Arik Layne exudes power, confidence, and determination. But when an encounter with the guarded artist shakes him to the core and alters all his future goals, he finds more than just his heart on the line. 

    For Kellus, opening himself to love isn’t an option. 
    All Arik wants is to make the artist his. 
    Can love create a masterpiece when it’s painted on your heart?
     
     
     
    Chapter 1
     
    The shrill ring of his phone should have startled him awake, but Kellus Hardin was just too damn tired to do much more than roll in the direction of the irritating sound and throw a hand out to half-ass search around his mattress for the device. When he came up empty handed, he managed to turn the other way and do the same. By the time his exhausted sleep-hazed brain identified the phone wasn’t anywhere around him, he heard the chirp indicating a voice mail. He cracked an eyelid and lifted his head enough to look over at the alarm clock. Four thirty in the morning. Seriously? Nothing good could come from a call that time of night. He collapsed back to the bed with an annoyed groan. He’d been asleep less than an hour after working the fifteen before on the pieces he had due for the art gallery opening.
    “Fuck,” he growled out, turning over again. He tucked a soft pillow into his side and decided he’d deal with that call in the morning. His exhausted state gave a solid thumbs-up on the plan, and he easily drifted back to sleep. What had to be a mere second later, the ringing started again. Stupid cell phone.
    Kellus threw the covers away from his body and darted off the bed, angrier than he’d been in a very long time. He was fucking tired—tired of his fucked-up life and tired of this motherfucker who wouldn’t leave him the fuck alone.
    Fuck!
    With a vengeance, he zeroed in on the location of the noise. He marched to his laundry basket by the bedroom door and began tearing through the clothes to find the stupid phone, no doubt still inside his paint-spattered coveralls where he’d dropped it not fifty-three minutes ago before he’d finally managed to crawl into bed.
    Palming the device, he glared at the caller ID. John. Of course. Who else would call in the middle of the fucking night?
    “What?” he shouted as he connected the call.
    “Come get him.” A deep masculine voice with a Spanish accent had him pulling the phone from his ear to look down at the screen in confusion.
    Wait. Great. Even fucking better—John’s dealer.
    “No,” he said firmly as he stood tall and fisted his free hand at his side. His chest bowed in defiance as if the guy on the other end of the phone were right there in his darkened bedroom. “You give him that shit, you deal with him.”
    The harsh laugh on the other end of the line held what might have been genuine amusement. “I deal with him and it won’t end well.” The line went dead. Kellus shoved his fingers through his hair to help push the long strands out of his eyes.
    “Fuck!” he bellowed to the empty room, spinning in a complete circle, gripping his phone in his hand and punching his fist through the air. Thank God he was alone, because if anybody had witnessed that little outburst he’d have been carted off to the nearest mental facility. He was just so fucking sick and tired of being sick and tired.
    Breath heaving as anger and dread coursed through his veins, Kellus stood there, staring absently at his bed. The fatigue of the day settled heavy on his shoulders. He had responsibilities. He couldn’t take on more of John’s bullshit. He jammed the heels of his palms against his tired eyes and released an exhausted sigh. After so many hours holding a brush for the fine details of his painting, his hands cramped with the movement, and the muscles in his neck and back protested the long hours he’d put in today. He needed sleep. More than the fifty-three minutes he’d gotten.
    “I’m not fucking doing this again. I warned him the last time. I made it clear. No more!” Kellus sliced the hand still holding his cell through the air with finality. With that decision made, he stalked across the room and tossed his phone on the nightstand. He climbed back in his bed, whipping the covers over his exhausted body.
    He hadn’t heard from John in six days.
    Six glorious, productive, happy days.
    Staring up at the ceiling, unable to get his mind to shut off, he told himself he’d made the right decision. John needed to stay away. Kellus forced his eyelids closed. At this point, he’d still get a few good hours sleep before he had to start his day. The longer he lay there, the more guilt crept in.
    It always did.
    Images of his best friend came to mind. Happier times. Memories of his and John’s younger days and all the trouble they’d managed to get into. Those thoughts actually calmed his breathing. His mind drifted to the summer of their senior year. He hadn’t thought about that time in so long. He and John had gone to the lake with some friends. A healthy, glowing, handsome John had teased him unmercifully until he had finally agreed to skinny dip…
    “Fuck!” Kellus whipped off the covers and rose, angry and worried.
    He couldn’t leave John in that place.
    Kellus stopped dead center in his bedroom, fuming; he was so pissed at himself, at his own indecision, at John. What the fuck was wrong with him? John had destroyed both their lives, shit on him over and over with absolutely no regard for his feelings whatsoever. He’d lost everything because of John. He swore he’d never do this again.
    But he couldn’t leave John there.
    Not there.
    Dejected, Kellus ran a frustrated hand over his face, sighed, then went for his closet to dress.
     
    ~~~
     
    Topping out at max speed, Arik Layne flew down the Dallas North Tollway. Being the only one on the highway might have been the only benefit of flying home in the middle of the night from his Escape Del Mar property.
    God, he was past exhausted.
    Less than five minutes later, Arik parked and wearily made his way through the private entrance of his downtown Dallas high-rise, shrugging out of his hand-tailored suit jacket before he reached the elevator. At the elevator, he tossed the garment over his arm and entered his exclusive security code into the wall-mounted keypad, effectively locking the car for his personal use. The doors opened immediately. The technology didn’t require him to do anything more than step inside before the doors closed and the overhead floor-indicator light displayed each passing floor, a soft ding sounding repeatedly as he traveled non-stop up the forty or so floors to his penthouse. Arik rested against the back wall, forcing a finger into the knot of his necktie to loosen its tight hold. He then removed each cuff link at his wrist and absently dropped them into his slacks pockets. The more he removed now, the faster he could hit his perfect Vera Wang mattress and shut his tired eyes.
    The entire building was quiet. Another benefit to relocating to this area. Well, sort of. Dallas as a whole was quieter than any place he’d ever lived. He walked the few steps to his front door, pulling out his wallet to wave in front of the security pad when the doors didn’t unlock at his arrival. Strangely, the key card inside his wallet didn’t trigger the lock to release. Arik let out a yawn as he entered his code into the attached keypad. He’d have to remember to check his card in the morning.
    The overhead lights automatically lit as he entered his front door, and the motion sensors continued lighting his way the deeper he ventured inside his home. Arik absently tossed his suit jacket on a chair in the living room, never straying from the direct path to his bedroom. He pulled his shirttails from his slacks, his level of sheer exhaustion rising with each step he took. Honestly, that had to be the only reason he didn’t register the glow of lights coming from underneath the closed door until he’d already turned the handle.    
    “What the fuck?” His heart almost leaped out of his chest when he stepped inside his bedroom to find someone sprawled across his bed in what probably qualified as a seductive pose. Recognition took another second to seep in.
    “Surprise!” A small pop sounded and confetti flew into the air, scattering across his bed.
    Arik’s brows snapped together. Oh hell no. He loved that bed.
    “What the hell are you doing?” Arik asked as he moved farther inside the room. He registered the slight look of indignation and the flip of that long, black, silky hair before Boy Toy’s face morphed again into a pleasant smile.
    “I came to surprise you.” BT wiggled his sexy ass and gave a cheeky little smile.
    Even as tired and annoyed as he was, Arik experienced a stir below his belt. He was human after all, and this particular BT was especially skilled. He stopped at his dresser, reached inside his front slacks pockets and casually tossed the contents on the small tray. He didn’t like surprises of any kind, and BT, short for boy toy number one hundred and—hell, he’d lost count of the willing men he’d bedded—had just shocked the hell out of him.
    This one was way too pretty and so deliciously tempting that for a split second he almost gave in…almost.
    No, he had to stay firm. This was utter bullshit. He couldn’t have random BTs breaking into his home, surprising him at every turn, desecrating his perfect bed with confetti.
    “How did you get in here?” he asked, leaning against the dresser, casually crossing his arms over his chest.
    “I’ve been planning this since you left me last week. I swiped your card from your wallet when you were in the shower.” Boy Toy lost the erotic pose, probably too much strain for his delicate body.
    “I guess I need to keep a closer eye on my wallet in the future.” Arik shoved away from the dresser and headed toward his closet.
    “I’m beginning to think you’re not happy that I’m here. You know I’d look good on your arm for the opening of Escape Dallas.” BT hopped up from the bed and trailed after him, following him into the closet.
    “Are these your things?” he asked, nodding toward the garment bag hanging in his closet with luggage settled beneath. Arik’s things had been pushed aside and replaced with BT’s, as if the guy planned to stay awhile. First the bed, now the closet. He didn’t allow anyone to breach his private space. That crossed every line he had.
    Fuck, he’d known when he first saw this guy he’d be trouble. The gorgeous ones always were. Arik shook his head.
    “Yes, I put them next to yours. I arrived late and didn’t have time to unpack.”
    Arik abandoned his silk tie on the built-in dresser and began to grab BT’s things. The level of pissed off coursing through him now superseded any desire he might have mustered.
    “You can’t ever do this again. I told you from the beginning,” Arik said, shoving the garment bag toward BT as he went for the two suitcases, then he tossed the strap of one over his shoulder and grabbed the other by the handgrip. How long had he even planned to stay that he needed all this?
    “Be careful with that. It’s got my mink inside!” BT carefully draped the bag over his arm, allowing Arik to take him by his other arm and forcefully guide him from the closet.
    “Why in the hell would you bring a fur coat to Texas?” Arik kept his grip tight, even when BT tried to worm his way out.
    “Why would I leave home without… What are you doing?” BT actually held on to the doorframe to keep Arik from removing him from the bedroom.
    “You’re going to the guest room, BT. We’ll talk—”
    A solid outraged screech cut him off.
    “Stop calling me that! I hate that. I have a name.” The guy went into full-on diva mode right there in the middle of his hall.
    “You’ve known the deal from the beginning. I don’t like these kinds of surprises. I was very clear,” Arik said. When he realized it might take two hands to deposit BT into the guest bedroom, he went for that door, pushed it open wide, and tossed the suitcase in his hand across the room. For a second there, he’d thought the guy planned to go back to Arik’s bedroom which would have turned things pretty shitty real quick. Luckily, BT came toward him with a very calm, patient look on his face.
    “If you would just go with it, we could have a very special relationship,” BT said, placing a delicate hand on Arik’s dress shirt, letting his fingers trail down Arik’s chest as he took a step closer. “I’m good at attending events with you. I look good on your arm. Besides, I’m tired of modeling. It takes up so much of my time. And if we came to some sort of arrangement, with all my extra free time, I could take care of you any way you saw fit.”
    “Not gonna happen.”
    BT’s words couldn’t have been better deterrent for giving in and indulging in a quick hook-up. Arik preferred his fun with no strings attached. Not that he had anything against the whole finding Mr. Right concept. But the boy toy currently groping his ass was not anywhere close to his idea of relationship material. Arik stopped the hand at his waistband and shrugged the case off his shoulder, dumping it right inside the guest bedroom door. He left the gorgeous but clearly crazy man standing there as he headed back toward his bedroom.
    “I need to leave here by eight in the morning. Be ready.’’
    “Seriously? You’re just leaving? I stretched myself to be ready for you.”
    Arik looked back to see BT stomp his foot for good measure, his now flaccid dick swinging in the process. BT was certainly beautifully put together, tall, lean, chiseled abs, a perfect body that Arik knew from past experience could bring a lot of pleasure.
    No, Arik. That was how he’d gotten in this situation in the first place. Stop. No. Walk away.
    “Goodnight, BT. Don’t come back to my room,” he said at the door.
    “Stop calling me BT! I’m not just your boy toy! My name is Steffan.”
    Steffan—yeah, he remembered that now. Steffan twirled around and stalked into the guest bedroom, that long hair floating out around him. The door slammed shut in his wake.
    Arik closed his door and reached down to twist the lock when he heard something crashing against the guest room door. Arik chuckled at that one and quickly opened his door again.
    “Be ready by eight in the morning. I won’t be happy if you make me late,” he yelled before closing and relocking the door.

    He staggered to the bed. His bed. Even with taking the time to rid the bedspread of the confetti and change the pillowcases where that overly strong cologne lingered, he’d still, hopefully, get at least a couple hours’ sleep.

     
     
     
     
     
     

    Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next!


    I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it’s true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women’s hair!
    Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life – I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations – regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal… I don’t want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I’m going to tell you about Kindle.

    I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I’ll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died – weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn’t have to be alone.

    That time in my life was terrible. It’s everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.

    Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness – it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.

    Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It’s its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn’t be here today without her.

    Find out more by visiting www.kindlealexander.com or email me at kindle@kindlealexander.com

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

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  • Holly & Hockey Boots by V.L. Locey

    Such a sweet story.  I loved how Adam was so awkward around Cason from first contact.  Tripping over his feet, stammering was endearing.  Cason has a strenght I envy.  Finn……..adorbs!

    We should all haven an Aunt Bailey to help us out in life.  When Cason and Adam finally got together, they could have melted ice.

    13920725_1247707795248731_6574965158077290291_nMinor league goalie Adam Seiger is a nice guy. He’s kind, cute, and a little quirky (but show me a goalie who isn’t) and he loves to interact with fans. During a meet and greet after a game Adam meets Cason Reyes, a hard-working young man with stunning amber eyes and a smile as sweet as a candy cane. Desperate to see Cason again, Adam does something more than a little naughty.

    To add insult to the egg nog, it appears that one little white lie may end Adam’s chance of having a merry Christmas with a new boyfriend. Will he end up with nothing but a lump of coal in his stocking, instead of the man who owns his heart?

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    “So tell me about Adam Seiger, the first gay black goalie I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating spiedies with.”

    I smiled around the mouthful of awesomeness. “Not much to tell,” I said after I swallowed roughly. “I grew up in Toronto, played lots of hockey, and was taken in by my aunt and uncle when my parents were killed in a motorcycle accident.”

    “Ouch,” he murmured after dipping a fry into a glob of ketchup on his plate. “That must have been rough on you. How old were you when they died?”

    “Four, so I don’t really remember too much about them. My aunt and uncle were the best, really.” I looked up from my food to find Cason staring at me. “Do I have food on my face?”

    “No, no, you’re just,” he paused with a fry hovering in front of his face, “you’re probably the best looking man I’ve seen in this city for years. I guess I’m kind of stunned to find myself sitting here, on a date, with such a sexy jock.” I had to avert my sight, just until I could get the surge of embarrassment and white-hot lust under control. “See, that there—that is so hot. I love that about hockey players. They’re always so damn humble.”

    “So yeah, enough about me or my face will combust,” I said, and Cason chuckled then shoved his fry into his mouth. “How did a kid with a dad from Argentina get into hockey? I’d think you’d be a soccer fan.”

    “Oh, I am, but winter in Binghamton means hockey, so I go to the games when I can afford it. I like the speed of hockey, and the violence. Also, the goalies are really cute.”

    I coughed and ducked my head. “You’re doing it again.” Cason laughed and I felt the rib pit tip dangerously to the right. Making him laugh again now seemed like the most important thing ever. “Do you always talk up your dates this way?”

    “Only if I’m dreaming about a kiss at the end of the date,” he confessed, but I saw a shade of pink settle into his smooth cheeks. Seemed he was a bit of a blusher as well. That was good to know.

    “Yeah, that dream is pretty sure to be fulfilled if you keep talking like that.”

    About the Author

    V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and two Jersey steers.

    When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.

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    Other Books by V.L. Locey

    Gone Writing Publishing M/F Backlist Books and Upcoming Releases

    Pink Pucks & Power Plays (Book One of the To Love a Wildcat series)

    A Most Unlikely Countess (Book Two of the To Love a Wildcat series)

    O Captain! My Captain! (Book Three of the To Love a Wildcat series)

    Reality Check (Book Four of the To Love a Wildcat series)

    Language of Love (Book Five of the To Love a Wildcat series)

    Final Shifts (Book Six of the To Love a Wildcat series)

    Clean Sweep (Book One of the Venom series)

    Twirly Girl (Book Two of the Venom series)

    Tape to Tape (Book Three of the Venom series)

    Roster Addition (A To Love a Wildcat novella)

    Coming 1/18/17… Angle Play (Book Four of the Venom series)

    Coming 5/3/17… Playmaker (An F/F Venom series novella)

    Coming 11/1/17… Flow (Book Five of the Venom series)

    Torquere Press Backlist and Upcoming Releases

    Two Guys Walk into an Apocalypse (Part of the He Loves Me for My Brainssss anthology)

    Two Guys Walk into an Apocalypse 2: It Came from Birmingham

    Two Guys Walk into an Apocalypse 3: He’s a Lumberjack and He’s Undead

    Love of the Hunter

    All I Want for Christmas—A Toms & Tabbies Tale

    Early to Rise—A Toms & Tabbies Tale

    Every Sunday at One (Part of the 2013 Charity Sip anthology)

    An Erie Halloween

    An Erie Operetta

    An Erie Garden Party

    Back to the Garden (Also part of the Mythologically Torqued anthology)

    Independent LGBT Releases

    On Broadway (Part of the Changing on the Fly M/M charity hockey anthology)

    Coming 2017

    Coming 3/1/17…Point Shot Trilogy Boxed Set

    Coming 6/1/17… Goaltender’s Penalty (An M/M hockey romance novella)

    Coming 8/1/17… Coming 8/1/17…Double Minor (A Cayuga Cougar LGBT Duology)

    Coming 9/27/17…Finding the Edge (book #1 of the Brighton Wood Blades series)


  • Nico by Sarah Castille

     

    Romeo and Juliet meets Casino/The Godfather/Goodfellas meets Donna Brasco.

    If you are gonna write a book about love and the mob, this is definitely  the way to do it.  From the start you are hooked and can almost seen the lust in Nico’s eyes when he looks at Mia.  Mia is feisty and extremely intelligent.  Both qualities sent Nico head over heels for her.  

    Exciting and very hot!! 

    Las Vegas Mafia boss, Nico Toscani, is used to getting what he wants, whether it is having the City of Sin under his rule or a beautiful woman in his bed. But when he meets his match in the gorgeous, headstrong Mia Cordano, the daughter of a rival crime lord, all bets are off. . .

    Sexy computer hacker, Mia, struggles to break free of her ruthless father’s Mafia ties…but she can’t resist the powerful and seductive Nico, who will stop at nothing to possess her. With their families locked in a brutal war for control of the city, Mia and Nico enter into a forbidden game. Will they surrender to the passion that burns between them—and risk tearing apart their families? Or will Nico be forced to betray the only woman who sets his blood on fire?

    Nico is the first book in a full-length, standalone series by New York Times bestselling author, Sarah Castille, set in Las Vegas and featuring deliciously sexy mafia bosses and the women who can’t help but love them.

    Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo

    iBooks / Google Play / Indiebound

     

    New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Sarah Castille, writes contemporary erotic romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha males and the women who tame them. She is the author of the Redemption series, the Sinner’s Tribe MC series, and the Legal Heat series. A recovering lawyer and caffeine addict, she worked and travelled abroad before trading in her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home on Vancouver Island.

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  • A Contest from Totally Entwined

    Happy December! We hope you’re all starting to feel festive. I just wanted to bring to your attention the Christmas Competition we are hosting this year! 

    We are offering one lucky winner a dreamy book bundle for the most romantic Christmas! This includes a Kindle Fire HD, £10 voucher for the relevant site (Pride or Totally Bound) and a choice of five paperbacks from our WHSmith range. Just click the picture of what books you would like to win and enter.  


  • The Current Between Us by Kindle Alexander

    Cried in the waiting room at the dentist’s office.  Cried in my dinner at Friday’s.  Loved this book.  This was my second read of this book, and it was as good if not better the second time around.  Gage and Trent are just the cutest couple.  Gage is bookboyfriend material.   He makes me swoon and fall in love with him over and over again.  Emie and Hunter steal the show though.  Love those kids.  I want to eat them up.
    Gage Synclair, international, hard-hitting investigative photojournalist, is preparing for the final special report of his career…a story of deception and murder six long years in the making. And after ten years in some of the worst parts of the world, he’s ready to settle life down and open an art gallery in his hometown of Chicago. The only thing getting in his way, he needs to find a competent electrician to finish the job before his grand opening.

    Trent Cooper, electrical contractor, is surprised by the last minute request for a fast-paced electrical remodel, wanting nothing more than to get his foot in the door with Layne Construction. Being gay in the construction industry isn’t easy, nor is being father to his two young adopted children. Trent keeps his life in separate zones to avoid a short circuit. But when the gallery owner propositions him on the first day, Trent can’t help but think his worlds are a little too close for comfort.

    Will their high-voltage passion spark everlasting love or will their lives break the circuit between them forever?

     

    Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next!

    I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it’s true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women’s hair!
    Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life – I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations – regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal… I don’t want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I’m going to tell you about Kindle.

    I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I’ll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died – weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn’t have to be alone.

    That time in my life was terrible. It’s everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.

    Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness – it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.

    Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It’s its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn’t be here today without her.

    Find out more by visiting www.kindlealexander.com or email me at kindle@kindlealexander.com

     

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