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A poisoned cousin, a five-year-old's life, and a family with too many secrets.


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Supernatural sparks fly
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If Her Highness thinks I’ll let another man claim her and my child, she’s lost her royal mind. Sophaya’s mine.


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She found a body. Then she started asking the wrong questions.


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He ghosted her ten years ago. Now she’s stuck with him for Christmas.


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She’s the lady everyone overlooks. He’s the prince who can’t look away.


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Caridad Ferrer | Fear of Booksignings?

You want me to do what?

Or, a nervous author faces her first solo booksignings.

Let me preface this by saying, I am an inherently shy person. Those of you who
know me personally… Shut. Up. And quit laughing. It's true. I am painfully shy
and always have been. It just manifests itself in weird ways. See, if I'm
introduced to someone first, I'm okay. I can talk about any subject under the
sun. If I'm part of a small group, you'd be hard pressed to shut me up, really.
Tell me I have to walk into a room full of strangers and introduce myself,
you'll find me over in the corner in a fetal position clutching my blanky. This
is, essentially, what a booksigning feels like to me. Add that to the horror
stories I've heard about authors sitting at a table and the only people who
talk to them are the folks looking for the bathroom and mix in a healthy dose
of overactive writer imagination and you can figure that sleep's been pretty
hard to come by lately.

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