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She's a knockout who leaves sunshine and mayhem in her wake.
Alpha’s Rescue, an all-new mesmerizing paranormal romance full of heat and action from USA Today bestselling authors Renee Rose and Lee Savino, is available now!
This grumpy bear needs a curvy complication like he needs a bullet in the head.
She trespassed on my mountain. The lovely human with bright pink braids.
Beautiful and brilliant, she's a knockout who leaves sunshine and mayhem in her wake.
But our land is under threat and if she's learned our secret, she can never leave.
Now she's my prisoner until I find out what she knows.
I shouldn't keep her. I swore I'd never take a mate, but I can't stop myself from wanting Lana.
And she's in danger. There are men hunting her and she needs my protection.
Even though she's driving me crazy, I can't resist tying her to my bed and claiming her,
then destroying anyone who dares threaten my mate.
Don't miss the next installment of Renee Rose and Lee Savino's USA Today Bestselling Shifter Ops series in which a grumpy werebear meets his curvy girl match. Overprotective bear-love guaranteed.
I’m on my way back, my arms full of eggs when I pick up the scent of an intruder. The front door of my cabin is open and swinging in the breeze. “Motherfucker…”
I pick up my pace, dropping eggs as I rush into the cabin. I make it just in time to hear Lana’s gasp. She’s standing in the bedroom door, her mouth hanging open. And in the kitchen is a big black bear, its face stuck into my ice box.
“No!” I snap, and wave my arms, forgetting I’m carrying the eggs. They spatter to the floor. I catch two of them and lob them at the bear. It scuttles back but gets a yolk to the snout. Snuffing and sneezing, it shakes its head, spraying egg everywhere.
“Out,” I charge forward, keeping myself between the bear and Lana. I wave an arm like a traffic cop, gesturing to the door. The bear, who is really my brother Axel, gives me a reproachful look and ambles towards the exit. Halfway there, he stops and swivels his head towards my bedroom. He’s scented Lana.
“Now!” I bellow, getting behind him so I can herd him out. The idiot’s probably hungover and looking for easy grub in my fridge. Goddammit. I should’ve put out word that I was on a top-secret mission, not to be disturbed.
By the time I get Axel out, my floor is covered in oozing egg yolks and broken shells. Both the fridge and the freezer doors are hanging open, and I have to shove a bunch of food back in to close them. One frozen package is pierced with claw marks–some deer sausage Axel made last year. I don’t know why he stored it with me. I’d forgotten it was there.
There are three small eggs that survived the fight. If I salvage them and the pack of sausage, I can make the human a full meal.
Oh, shit, the human.
Lana is still standing in the door, her brown eyes wide and staring. I hustle over to her.
“Lana.” I rest my hands on her shoulders and check her over. “You okay? Talk to me.”
Her lower lip trembles. “B-b-b–”
“Bear.” I gather her into my arms. This is the third time today I’ve held her, and damn if it gets better every time. “Yes, I know. He's gone now.” I raise my voice and holler out the window at Axel’s retreating form. “And he won’t come back.”
“He just wandered in through the door and got into the fridge,” Lana is breathless. “Guess the bears really are bad around here.”
“You have no idea.”
Meet Renee Rose
USA Today Bestselling Author Renee Rose loves a dominant, dirty-talking alpha hero! She’s sold over a million copies of steamy romance with varying levels of kink. Her books have been featured in USA Today’s Happily Ever After and Popsugar. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won Spunky and Sassy’s Favorite Sci-Fi and Anthology author, and Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance. She’s hit the USA Today list ten times with her Chicago Bratva, Bad Boy Alpha, Wolf Ranch books, and various anthologies.
Meet Lee Savino Lee Savino has grandiose goals but most days can’t find her wallet or her keys so she just stays at home and writes. While she was studying creative writing at Hollins University, her first manuscript won the Hollins Fiction Prize.
he lives in the USA with her awesome family You can find her on Facebook in the Goddess Group (which you totally should join).
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Delighted, an all-new captivating Masters and Mercenaries novella from New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake and 1,001 Dark Nights, is available now!
Brian “Boomer” Ward believes in sheltering strays. After all, the men and women of McKay-Taggart made him family when he had none. So when the kid next door needs help one night, he thinks nothing of protecting her until her mom gets home. But when he meets Daphne Carlton, the thoughts hit him hard. She’s stunning and hardworking and obviously in need of someone to put her first. It doesn’t hurt that she’s as sweet as the cupcakes she bakes.
Daphne Carlton’s life revolves around two things—her kid and her business. Daphne’s Delights is her dream—to take the recipes of her childhood and share them with the world. Her daughter, Lou, is the best kid she could have hoped for. Lou’s got a genius-level intelligence and a heart of gold. But she also has two grandparents who control her access to private school and the fortune her father left behind. They’re impossible to please, and Daphne worries that one wrong move on her part could cost her daughter the life she deserves.
As Daphne and Boomer find themselves getting closer, outside forces put pressure on the new couple. But if they make it through the storm, love will just be the icing on the cake because family is the real prize.
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“It was a rough day. I could use a hug if you don’t mind,” she said, trying to hold back tears. “The oven is going to die soon, and I don’t have the money to fix it, and I’m going to fail.” His arms came around her, and she breathed him in. He smelled clean and crisp, like a spring wind. Her brain knew it had to be soap, but she associated the smell with him, and it soothed her. “It’s okay.” He rocked her a little. “I’ve got a friend who is good with appliances. I can ask her to look at it. Don’t worry, Daph. It’s going to be all right. Lou’s good here. I promise. Lou’s good, and you’re going to be okay. I can’t let you go under or Big Tag would get mad at me. He really likes lemon cupcakes.” They stood there for a moment, his warmth melting some of the ice that had built up over the last several years. She tilted her head up, and that gorgeous man was staring down at her like he could eat her up, and warm was no longer the word she would use. Hot. Desire flooded her system like a flash fire, and she wanted nothing more than to go up on her toes and kiss those magnificent lips of his. Those lips belonged to another woman, and that woman was in the building. What the hell was she thinking? He was a nice man. He didn’t want to kiss her. He was being kind. She stepped back, wiping her eyes. “Thank you, Boomer. And if you do have someone who can take a look at the oven, I would so appreciate it. You get all the cupcakes. What kind does MaeBe like? Would she be okay with the hugging thing?” He frowned, like he was trying to figure something out. “I hug Mae a lot. At least I used to. She’s not so huggy these days. She likes anything chocolate.” Boomer had looked sad when he’d said Mae didn’t hug him much anymore. She hated the thought of this big cuddly god of a man being in a cold relationship, but she wasn’t going to be the reason they broke up. “Then I will make her something chocolate, and the lemon ones for your boss,” Daphne promised. She had to get these crazy urges under control or she would need to find Lou another place to stay, and she got the feeling Lou would object. “So where is the lounge? Or the gulag. That one kind of scares me.” “Kala? Oh, that proves you have excellent instincts.” Boomer turned to walk back down the hall. Those heads were back up above their cubicle walls, and she also noticed the doors to a whole bunch of offices were open. “Is there a reason everyone is watching us?” She hurried down the hall to catch up with him. “Because they’re all nosy bastards, and I can’t even complain,” Boomer replied. “I was a nosy bastard, too. We’re a weird family, and everyone is always in everyone else’s business, but it’s not a bad thing. The kind of people who would take advantage get weeded out very quickly around here. Big Tag takes care of them, and there’s usually a lawsuit, but that’s what Mitch is for. Hey, we also have a criminal defense attorney on call. Her name is Lea, and she’s really scary. Now if she had been working the reception desk when we invaded, we might have had trouble.” She loved listening to him talk. His voice was deep, but every word was tinged with the humor he seemed to have for the world around him. The positive light he exuded was always there in his words. If only the man weren’t attached… She shoved aside the thought because he was totally out of her league. They weren’t even playing the same game. But maybe they could be friends.
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Shattered Sins, an all new unputdownable, contemporary romance and the next installment of the Shattered Trilogy from USA Today bestselling author Grahame Claire, is out now!
A secret has been shattered . . . In one moment, my entire life changed. Because she lied. The relationship we were building is fractured. Our trust demolished. But we have one very important link tying us together. And that link will fuse us together for good . . . or tear us apart.
“Penelope is your daughter.” What? How? JoJo’s words swirled in my head. I could hardly focus as I stared at the girl who looked so much like me it was frightening. For the first time in my life, my legs felt as if they might give way. Daughter? There was no denying she was. But . . . I hadn’t . . . I couldn’t . . . A mass of thoughts I couldn’t quite grasp tore through my mind. None of it made sense. The bombshell had me reeling as if I’d been hit in the face with a metal pipe. And the girl—my . . . daughter—appeared as shell-shocked as I was. Her lips were parted. She blinked like she’d been in the dark for days and was now blinded with light. And her face was as ashen as I was certain mine was. I couldn’t look away. Our gazes were locked in a tractor beam of confusion. I couldn’t speak. The jumble of words that refused to become coherent sentences stayed as they were in my brain. Daughter. Daughter. Penelope is your daughter. She cut her eyes to JoJo, but quickly looked away as if it were too painful. Her face pinched like she’d been seriously wounded. She took one step back. Then another. And another. Her gaze begged me for answers I didn’t have. Pleaded for me to say something to make this right. And all I could do was stare helplessly back. In a flash of long hair, she whirled and bolted away. “Penelope.” JoJo had found her voice, though she didn’t sound like herself. The word was ripped from her, every bit of pain dousing each syllable. She chased after Penelope, leaving nothing but silence in their wake. Was this what it was like when a bomb detonated? Noise so unbearable one had to cover their ears, followed by a deafening silence that was worse? I leaned against the wall. Daughter. Daughter. Daughter. It was the only word I seemed capable of comprehending, though I couldn’t figure out how it applied to me. My breaths became shallow as I struggled to get air into my lungs. Through the fog of confusion, the first tendrils of rage wound around me. I. Have. A. Daughter. Each word punched through my haze. My fingerhold of anger turned into a fistful. I. Have. A. Daughter. The fog turned red. Rage put a hand around my throat, making it hard to breathe, yet forcing me to focus. I. Have. A. Daughter. I stumbled toward the laundry room, but when I tried to take a step inside, I couldn’t. It reminded me of JoJo. She’d taken my sanctuary. And she’d lied. I. Have. A. Daughter. And JoJo had stolen her from me.
About Grahame Claire Grahame Claire is a USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. A writer. A blogger. United by our love of stories and all things romance. There was definitely some insta-love. Hello? Books involved. A little courting. A lot of writing. The result...Grahame Claire. Soulmates. Unashamed of our multiple book boyfriends. Especially the ones that rooted in our heads and wouldn’t leave us alone. Don’t worry. We’ll share. Pleased to meet you. Want to find out what we're up to?
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Reluctantly Yours, an all-new enemies-to-lovers fake-relationship rom-com full of steam and laughs from bestselling author Erin Hawkins, is available now!
Barrett I’ve rebuilt my father’s media company with hard work and determination, but my single status leaves me on the outs with the one businessman I need to get close to. A little white lie and I’m suddenly in love, head over heels. Now I need to find a fake girlfriend, someone to keep up appearances without any emotions. When I find my mother’s fiery assistant in a compromising position, it’s the perfect opportunity to get what I want: a girlfriend for business appearances, without any feelings involved. I won’t let the fact that I’m wildly attracted to the petite redhead get in my way. But the closer she gets, the more my heart thaws and all too soon I find myself having to choose between the business deal I’m determined to land and the woman I’ve fallen hard for.
Chloe After two years as editorial assistant to JoAnna St. Clair of the famed St. Clair Press, I’ve been given a chance to take on my dream job as an assistant editor. When my childhood best friend asks me to host her bachelorette weekend in the city, I’m thrilled to show everyone how amazing my life is in New York. (Things not included on the tour are my shoebox of an apartment or my romance book collection that is the only thing keeping me warm at night.) But when I fail to confirm the restaurant reservation and I’m left with no event location an hour before the party starts, I’m desperate. Desperate enough to use my boss’s penthouse for a party while she’s out of town. No one will ever know. That is until her cold, dismissive, and annoyingly hot son walks in. In order to keep his silence, Barrett demands a favor in return: he needs a date for a business dinner. That’s easy enough until his mother finds out and he seals my fate by telling her we are dating. It’s that or kiss my job goodbye. While I’m reluctant at first, the more time we spend together, the harder it is to fight my attraction to him. Beneath that brooding, icy demeanor lies a heart of gold. But when a scandalous discovery puts his deal at stake, and our relationship to the test, will Barrett prove he’s all about business?
I take another shot because hosting your friend’s bachelorette party in your boss’s penthouse apartment without her permission is super stressful. When Jules originally suggested it, my gut reaction was hell, no but then Lauren texted me how excited she was for the party and with no other options this late in the game, I caved sending a mass text with the updated address.
The thing is I couldn’t even ask JoAnna for permission even if I wanted to. Her flight would land at LAX long after Lauren’s party was scheduled to start. And what if she said no? JoAnna has been nothing but kind to me, even motherly as I navigate this city on my own, but using her apartment for a personal gathering is definitely crossing into inappropriate territory. I scratch at my neck. Either the sequins on this rented dress are irritating my skin or breaking rules gives me hives.
Jules called a caterer friend of hers that was able to make extra hors d’oeuvres last minute. She didn’t have time or ingredients for me to make personal selections so I was at the mercy of what Jamie and Greg picked for their Hawaiian luau-themed wedding reception. So, Luau Thai chicken and sweet and sour meatballs it is!
While the rest of the ladies are out in JoAnna’s living room, snacking and sipping on drinks, I pull my custom-made pin the hunk on the junk game out of my tote. That’s right, Etsy, I made it myself and saved fifty bucks. Although the guy at Kinkos gave me a funny look when it came off the machine.
Ryan Gosling smiles back at me, the over-muscled body double I used for the lower half is disproportionate to the size of his head. The empty spot between his legs the intended target for my printed and hand-cut paper dicks.
“Chloe!” I can hear my friend Claire yelling for me down the hall. Claire, Lauren, and I were three peas in a pod growing up. Claire lives in Seattle now and while we haven’t been the best at keeping in touch when she arrived an hour ago, we easily picked back up where we left off in high school.
“The dicks are coming!” I shout as I pull the paper dicks out of the bag, but she’s already there in the doorway, and I hold up the poster so she can check out Ryan Gosling on steroids. I wave the paper dicks around, then, I explode with giggles at my little joke. “Get it? They’re coming?”
“Hilarious,” she deadpans before waving me out toward the hallway.
I’m still laughing as she waves her hands, urgently motioning me out of the guest room where I’ve put all the party supplies. I didn’t think pin the junk on the hunk would garner such enthusiasm.
“Where should we hang it?” I ask.
“Forget the game. The stripper is here. And, he’s gorgeous. Not like a Jersey Shore beefcake, fake tan kind of stripper, but a sexy businessman stripper. Where did you find him? WallStreetstrippers.com?”
Ooh la la. A stripper sounds fun. Even better than pin the dick on the prick or whatever this game is called. But, I gather the game up and bring it anyways because I did put a lot of effort into it.
As I start to follow Claire back into the living room, her words finally penetrate the vodka-induced fog clouding my brain. I really should have been keeping track of how many shots I’ve taken.
“Wait.” I stop short, nearly dropping the paper dicks on the floor. “I didn’t hire a stripper.”
There’s only one man that would have access to JoAnna’s apartment without needing to be buzzed in. My stomach clenches with anxiety. Oh God.
“Really?” Claire’s eyes turn to saucers, “so, who’s the stud in the suit?”
My eyes scan the sea of scantily clad women until I find him. There, across the room, looking like sex on a stick in a navy suit, with his dark hair hanging over his forehead, being hounded by all the bachelorette party attendees is Barrett.
My heart stops. This is a scenario that I never in a million years considered. And why would I? Why would Barrett stop by JoAnna’s on a Friday night? When he knows she’s out of town? Doesn’t he have better things to do?
He sees me then, and when our eyes connect, everything stops. It’s what I imagine a deer feels when its body is lit up by the high beams of an oncoming vehicle. Frozen, stunned, unable to do anything but wait for impact.
His hazel gaze holds mine, intense and challenging, before his full lips slide into a devilish smirk.
“Chloe Anderson,” he shakes his head, “you’ve been a bad girl.”
About Erin Best Laid Plans is Erin Hawkins’s debut novel. She lives in Colorado with her husband and three young children. She enjoys reading, running, spending time in the mountains, and watching reality TV.
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Strangers in My Bed, an all-new captivating dark standalone romance full of twists and turns from USA Today bestselling author Jade West, is available now!
It’s an amazing thing, being a wedding planner, when you’ve been dreaming of a big day of your own since being a little girl. But it’s not so amazing when the love of your life leaves you for another woman. My dreams have all deserted me, and I’m alone in a new town when I meet him. The stranger at the bar. Anthony Bradstone is everything I ever wanted. A prince, right from the start. A shining star, successful and loving. Committed, brilliant, generous. Mr Perfect. But the brightest stars have the darkest shadows, and Ant’s love comes with… conditions.
That’s how one stranger in my bed turns to several, and those several turn into a whole lot more. I know that lines always blur when people fall in love. People’s depths get deeper, and their shadows get darker, and relationships can get a little… twisted sometimes. So it’s just as well there’s someone out there who knows my prince well enough to help me untangle him. They call Ant’s best friend the crusader for a reason. I’m about to find out why it’s true.
Warning: This is a very dark romance. There are themes of coercion, conflicts of emotions, and difficult situations from the past. Please proceed with caution.
We’re on the motorway heading north when my nerves come back with a vengeance. I’m still flying high from the day we’ve had, but I’m terrified. I don’t know if I can be anywhere near as good as the girl on the video. Probably not. Scratch that. Definitely not. Ant turns the radio down when I start shifting in my seat. “You ok, baby?” I manage a smile. “Yeah.” “Worried about tonight?” he reads me like a book. “Just a bit,” I admit. “Don’t be worried, sweetheart. I’ll be right there with you.” He reaches out and squeezes my hand. I don’t want to tell him that him being there is one of the main reasons I’m so worried. If it was a case of getting it on with someone until they’d taken their fill and disappeared, it would be one thing, but knowing Ant will be directing me through the challenge of performing like a slut is a whole different game to play. “Cass,” he says, jolting me back to him. “You don’t need to be worried about anything. I’ll be there to guide you. And you can call time out whenever you want. It’s your choice, princess.” “You make it sound so easy,” I tell him, “I just…” “Because it is easy, baby,” he squeezes my hand again. “Trust me. All you have to do is follow my lead, relax, and enjoy it. You can do that, right?” “I’ll try.” “Good girl.” I only hope he’s still telling me I’m a good girl when it’s all over. Ant takes the motorway exit at Gloucester and pulls into the car park of a sweet little restaurant. It’s cute and quaint, and I’d usually be exclaiming that he’d chosen well for dinner, but I’m just too edgy. He must feel my hand trembling as we make our way to the pub door, and he stops walking, turning to face me. “I mean it, Cass. Call time out. If you can’t do this for me, then say it.” I’m shaking my head as he speaks, and my expression must be as serious as his. “I can do this, Ant.” “But do you want to?” “Yes!” We stare at each other. The tension at an all-time high. It’s him who breaks it. “Sorry. I’m not convinced, princess, so let’s call it off. I’ll let our visitor know.” He pulls his phone from his pocket and carries on walking, but I pull him back. I’m so scared of disappointing him that my heart is thumping like crazy. “I want it! I know you’ll make it amazing. You always do. You make everything amazing. This isn’t going to be any different, is it? You’ll make me love it, just like always. I know you will!” He weighs me up, and I feel on trial. Fuck, I hope he believes me.
About Jade Jade has increasingly little to say about herself as time goes on, other than the fact she is an author, but she’s plenty happy with this. Living in imaginary realities and having a legitimate excuse for it is really all she’s ever wanted.
Jade is as dirty as you’d expect from her novels, and talking smut makes her smile.
She lives in the Herefordshire countryside with a couple of hounds and a guy who’s able to cope with her inherent weirdness.
She has a red living room, decorated with far more zebra print than most people could bear, and fights a constant battle with her addiction to Coca-Cola.
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Bittersweet Memories, an all-new steamy forbidden billionaire standalone romance from USA Today bestselling author Catharina Maura is coming July 8th, and we have the first look at the gorgeous cover!
When her boyfriend breaks her heart Alanna goes after his older brother in a quest for revenge.
It should have been simple until she finds out he's her new boss.
As they work together it soon becomes clear, Silas knows more about her than he should.
Including the past, she's forgotten and the memories that evade her...and some secrets are better left buried.
About Catharina Catharina Maura writes deliciously angsty romance that’ll give you all the feels. You’ll usually find her daydreaming about the characters that waltz through her thoughts, begging for a happily ever after.
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“You’re really talking about a truce?” “Call it what you want.” “Fucking hell.” He laughs to himself. “You aren’t the same guy since you took my sister.” I’m not. The Dario Lucari who lived the hour before he took Sarah had sold his soul to destroy the Colonia. This is my last chance to buy it back for her. “I’m offering an end to all of this.” “You started this war, and now you’re offering to stop it? Like it’s a bargain? And my sister? Remember her? She’s part of the deal.” I expected him to try this trade, but it still pisses me off. “We’ll disappear. We’ll leave New York. That’s all you get out of me.” “Why would we do that?” He looks into the tunnel. The light is dim yellow and the air curls unpredictably, catching wrappers and plastic bags in looping whirlwinds—only to casually drop them on the tracks. “For what? We don’t want peace. That’s not some prize. We want you strung up like a side of beef, and we want Sarah back.” “She’s better off with me and you know it.” I wasn’t sure if he knew that until I see his reaction. He knows. He just doesn’t care. “You want to fight for her, you’re going to have a fight. But then what? Drag her home? To do what with her? Turn her out like a whore? Or slice her up and sell her?” His flinch is slight and as fast as a blink, but it tells me there are things the Colonia do that he doesn’t like thinking about. He was born human and raised to be an animal. Now he’s trying hard to die an animal. But the real him—the human—keeps slipping out. He’s a soft touch, a reformer, and too much of a coward to change anything before his father is out of the picture. “We can’t let you live.” His voice is partially drowned out by a warm wind from behind him. A nearly empty train arrives on the opposite platform. “Your deal is bullshit, and it sucks.” We say nothing for a moment, while the doors open. He hides his anxiety. I hide my regrets. Say you want peace, Massimo. All you have to do is want it. Mr. Post doesn’t get on the train. Revenge is exhausting. It takes up too much mental real estate. Too much time. Too much love. I need all of it for something else. The conductor’s voice gurgles, and with a double beep, the doors slap closed. We’re just two men talking. Wind gusts from behind me. Train on our side. “I’m not coming to you with another deal.” I shrug, offering to clean up a mess I made. Massimo’s sneer tells me the discount on salvation won’t result in a sale. “Without Sarah, there’s no deal.” “You can’t have her. Ever. She’s mine.”
About CD Reiss CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn't pick up she's at the well hauling buckets. Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master's degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels. She's frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn't ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood. If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
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The chilly air nips my skin, bared by my tank top. An hour into my hike, I’ve already shed my jacket—I’m a strange combination of cold and sweaty. Weird, but it feels good. There’s snow on the peaks towering ahead of me. It’s spring here, but snow still lingers in the long shadows of the thickly clustered pines. This early in the morning, my breath puffs as I trek across a frozen field where a few yellow wildflowers poke their heads up over the matted grass. I’m the only tourist crazy enough to be hiking so early in the season. I haven’t seen anyone on the trail. The mountains of northern Italy are technically the Alps, but the locals call them I Dolomiti. The hike I chose isn’t as challenging as the ones that would carry me up the tallest peak, but my thighs burn from the steady incline. It’s still better than swaying down a catwalk in five-inch heels and a weird poofy dress that left most of my back and butt uncovered. When I was a model, I’d do anything for fashion but no longer. 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I’ve stomped across the meadow and up the trail that’s disappearing between the blue-gray pines before I realize I’m muttering under my breath. A bird trills on an evergreen branch above my head, and my rage disappears. I take a moment to clear my lungs. The air is fresh and better than any expensive cologne. The water flowing from a mountain stream is pure snowmelt and probably tastes like heaven. Tiny purple flowers peek up from the cracks in the gray rocks, and the bird above my head warbles like his sex life depends on it. I’m far from the fashion circuit in Milan. No more crowded events that overwhelm my senses. No more clashing auras or toxic energies leaving me with a headache, desperate to get away. No more handsy businessmen who treat me like a cigar–a possession, an indulgence, a prop. No more sharing an apartment with six other half-starved young people whose daily food intake adds up to barely half a sandwich. The first thing I did after I told my agent I quit was eat a giant bowl of cheesy pasta. Right now, my backpack is full of the best provisions: good cheese, a local red wine, and several packs of biscotti. I may have disappointed my mother, but I feel better than I have in a year. Like a weight lifted off my chest. It’s been almost three months since I quit and started wandering like a vagabond. I spent a little of my fashion week earnings on a pair of hiking boots and a backpack. The rest of my nest egg has gone to reserving the little mountain huts called rifugios and a nice rental near Lake Como where I stayed while waiting for the snow to melt. The plan is to hike Alta Via 1 and beyond. Spend the summer in the mountains. And after that, who knows? I’m eighteen, and I can do anything. This spring is the start of my new life. Fifteen minutes of climbing and my thighs are shaking, but it’s all worth it when I round the corner and come across a magical mountain lake. 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She lives in the USA with her awesome family You can find her on Facebook in the Goddess Group (which you totally should join).
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