Small Town Big Romance Anthology!

GUESS WHAT’S FINALLY LIVE after Amazon kidnapped it!! That’s right! Small Town Big Romance Boxset is now available on Amazon & Free with Kindle Unlimited! 100% of the proceeds go to Meals on Wheels America for those in need. Anything you can do to help us spread the word is appreciated.

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You can grab it for $0.99 for a LIMITED TIME! So, hurry and scoop it up while it’s this price. You’ll get 11 full-length romance novels for pennies! All small town swoon and charm wrapped in a gorgeous book.

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Write You a Love Song is my book that’s included in this anthology. You’ll find 10 more amazing reads to escape this summer. If you love small town romances, then this anthology is a must read! It won’t be available forever, so grab it while it’s available! Check out the rest of the titles below!

Titles included:

Fixing Her by Miranda Elaine

Write You a Love Song by Fabiola Francisco 

Best Laid Plans by LK Farlow

Promise Her by Andrea Johnston 

Finding Focus by Jiffy Kate

See Through Heart by Amie Knight

When We Touch by Tia Louise

Boomerangers by Heather M. Orgeron 

Gent by Harloe Rae

Magic Man by Jamie Schlosser

Gone for You by Jennifer Van Wyk

 

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Write You a Love Song Cover Reveal!!

COVER REVEAL DAY IS HERE!!! OMG, I am sooo excited to share this cover with you!! Isn’t it GORGEOUS?! 🔥😍🤠

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B L U R B:

What’s a girl to do after burning all of her no-good, cheating boyfriend’s belongings? Throw a dart at a map and start over in a new town.

I may be new to the small town of Everton, but I’m well aware that I now share a zip code with a celebrity. You’d have to be living under a rock to not know, Knox Bentley, one of country music’s biggest stars.

When Knox wanders into my bar— careful brown eyes and broody attitude—I can’t tear my gaze away. A cheating scandal fresh on his heels is just one reason I should stay far, far away, but the closer we get, the more I realize he’s not at all what I imagined.

But being a famous musician comes with unwanted attention…the kind that tears people apart, and now it’s becoming too painful to stay by his side.

They say love is a choice, but so is leaving…

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“You’re killing me,” I say, then shake my head. “Actually, scratch that, you’re giving me life again.” 

Her chest swells as she sucks in a breath and slowly lets it go. She cups my face and rubs her thumb across my cheek. Part of me wants to look away from her probing eyes, but I know with her I can show who I really am without judgment. 

Her gentle caress continues as her fingers lightly brush my lips, and I shiver. She moves to my eyebrows, tracing their shape before circling my face and coming back to my lips. 

“I could kiss you for hours.” She pecks my lips. “I want to do a lot more than kissing,” she confesses with another kiss. “But what I like most is talking to you, being in your presence.” I close my eyes to still my racing heart and feel her lips touch my forehead. 

Only one other woman has ever treated me like this, and the guilt for thinking about her in this moment swallows me. I shake my head and expel a breath. If I want to move forward with Ainsley, I need to be honest with her. 

“I think I should tell you why I got divorced.”

—Write You a Love Song, ©2019 Fabiola Francisco

 

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Promise You: Cover Reveal & Excerpt!

I am so beyond excited to finally share this cover with you! It’s sweet, fun, and so perfect for Reese and Dex’s story. I mean, can’t you just feel their relationship as you stare at the cover?! It gives me all the feels, and I can’t wait for you to read the story inside! Check out the cover here, and read an excerpt from Promise You.

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About the book:

She wants to be friends. I want more.

I’ve had my eyes set on her for months. The gorgeous brunette captured my attention when I first saw her and stole my heart when I met her.

Making it in the music industry has taken its toll on me, chipping away at my confidence and patience. The one thing that keeps me going is having Reese by my side. I’m determined to show her how good we can be together, even if she continues to pretend there’s nothing between us.

One night changes everything, giving me the only thing I’d want more than a career in country music—her.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself,” she winks and orders a martini. “Do you want a beer?” She turns to look my way while the bartender waits.

“I’m going with whiskey tonight.” Reese raises her eyebrows, and I chuckle. “Need something stronger than beer if I’m going to be standing next to you in that dress all night, darlin’.” The bartender bites down her smile, watching our exchange before making our drinks.

“Dex,” she warns.

“Yeah, I know.” I raise my arms, palms facing her. “Just friends.”

“Yeah,” she sighs and grabs her martini. Once I have my drink, Reese links her arm with mine, and we make rounds. “Isn’t this amazing? One day you’ll have an event like this, I just know it.” Her encouragement is welcomed at a time like this when I feel like I may never get to this point in my career.

“Yeah, maybe.” I don’t miss the defeat in my voice.

“Hey,” she stops walking, pulling me to her by the arm she’s holding. “You’re really good. One of the best I’ve heard in a long time, and I don’t just say that because you’re one of my best friends. I mean it. I’ve been surrounded in this industry since my brother was playing in Riot, just like you. I know how hard it is, I’ve met musicians in the past. Your voice is unique.”

“Thanks, Reese.” I lift a shoulder, wanting to drop the subject in a public place.

“I mean it, Dex.” I nod in silence and look away, pretending to take in the atmosphere.

The live music starts, singers congratulating Rebel Desire as they perform a couple of songs. The fans go wild for all the talent spending their evening with us.

“Dance with me,” I grab Reese’s empty glass and place it on the bar. Everyone else around us is dancing to the music, so there’s no excuse that people will talk or get the wrong idea.

Just when I think she’s going to refuse, she puts her arm around me and begins to sway to the soft music. For a minute, all is right in the world. The worries of making it in this industry, the envy of not having the success others do, it all fades away the second Reese wraps her arms around me and moves to the beat.

I may have fucked around a lot in my life, but after meeting Reese and spending time with her, I’m sure I’d never want anyone else but her. If only I can make her see how good we’d be together.

I remember the first time I saw her, weeks before I actually met her. She was at Riot, laughing and drinking with friends. Her laugh reached me through the crowd, drawing my attention to her. Her confidence danced to the rhythm of the song I was performing. After that, she’d come in on her own some nights, and I’d watch her while I sang songs she could’ve inspired.

Women like Reese, hell, there are no other women like Reese. She’s in a league of her own—gorgeous, funny, and independent.

Copyright 2019, Fabiola Francisco

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All My Truths & One Lie is live!

I am so excited to share that All My Truths & One Lie is now available across all major platforms! From writing this story to preparing it to be published, it has been an amazing and emotional journey.

This book means so much to me. On a personal level, it’s everything I’ve never had the courage to say out loud. Until now. Writing it wrecked me completely. It tore me apart, thread by thread, and then sewed me back together (sometimes not so neatly).

It’s everything I’ve never had

the courage to say out loud.

I know it’s not a traditional plot, or romance novel you’re used to getting from me as of lately. I wrote it for me and for you, because there’s depth in the message, strength in the words that come together to create it. I hope you give it a chance, go in with an open mind, and enjoy the process.

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I’ve received messages from readers saying how Navia’s story made them feel, connect to their own childhood and life experiences, and reflect. This book’s purpose is that. I hope that you also connect with it and take with you the greater message in this story. I’ve poured myself onto these pages, and it’s time you now receive the effects of that.

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Thank you for your continuous support, and I’d love to heard from you after you read All My Truths & One Lie. Email me at authorfabiola@yahoo.com and share your thoughts with me!

Until then, happy reading!

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Memories of Us is Live!!

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It has been an adventurous summer, from moving to Spain to preparing for this release. I have spent the last week traveling around Spain, visiting places I’ve only ever dreamed of before. Beach, mountain views, and historical monuments.

BUT, the day to share Hunter with you is finally here! A book idea I had for over a year, or maybe two, (and I had thought I’d not write) is finally available for you to read! This is what happens when you get together with friends at a book signing and start talking about story ideas—that were locked away—over cocktails. Encouragement and support mean the world, especially in this community. You are a part of that, so thank you for supporting this dream and reading my words. No words can express my gratitude. 

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The love Hunter and Mackenzie are receiving from ARC readers has me speechless. I am excited for you to read their love story and hear your thoughts! Best news?! It’s available on ALL platforms!

About the book:

The life I’m living was supposed to be ours, not just mine, and without her it means nothing

I couldn’t climb on stage and sing to a crowd, knowing the one person my songs were meant for was miles away from me. Writing songs about her is the best I can do until she comes back because I know we’re not over. We’re just on pause, like your favorite song when you need a moment to take it in. But as soon as I find her, I’m pressing play on our love story.

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Excerpt:

I kiss her full lips, my tongue teasing the seam of her lips, begging for permission to deepen it. As soon as she grants me what I want, my tongue thrusts into her mouth. Our lips move together, speaking words we can’t hear with our own ears but can feel in the depth of our souls.

Mackenzie shifts to straddle me and moans. “I can feel you against my underwear.”

My hands reach under her dress and grips her ass. Her skin is cool against my hands, but the sensation burns me. I rock her into me and she moans again.

“Fuck, Hunter.” Her voice is gruff.

“I love hearin’ you like this. I fuckin’ missed it,” I drawl. Her tiny thong does nothing to stop her from feeling my dick in my jeans. “Bet you’re wet.” She whimpers when I move one hand around and run a finger against her soaked underwear.

“Fuck, babe. Don’t think we’ll have time for much foreplay. I want to feel you wrapped around me, squeezing around me.”

Mackenzie moans again, words gone from her mouth. I move my hand into her panties and feel her against my skin. She’s wet and ready, but I’m gonna make her feel real good first.

I rub my thumb against her clit, and she tenses. “Relax,” I say into her ear.

I continue to please her as she moves above me, her lips on mine in a desperate call for more. When she tenses around my fingers and her breath is labored, I stop and look at her.

“I love you so damn much. I hope you believe me when I say there ain’t no one else for me.”

“For me, either.” She reaches for my jeans, unbuckling my belt and pants, I kick my boots off, followed by my jeans. Mackenzie slips out of her underwear, keeping her own boots on.

“I want you under me,” I lean her back on the blankets, cover her body with mine. I slip into her, slow and steady, and under a blanket of stars I make love to the only woman who has ever had a place in my heart and life.

*Copyright 2018, Fabiola Francisco

 

I_m going to make love to you, nice and slow. Worship your body _til it reaches your soul.”

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Memories of Us Cover Reveal!

Memories of Us is almost here! I am so excited for you to read Hunter’s story. This book is full of song lyrics, emotions, and some glances at Rebel Desire. 
Hunter is an up-and-coming songwriter in Nashville, but he left his heart with the one person that has the power to heal it or break it. Read below for the blurb + exclusive excerpt!

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Blurb:

The life I’m living was supposed to be ours, not just mine, and without her it means nothing

I couldn’t climb on stage and sing to a crowd, knowing the one person my songs were meant for was miles away from me. Writing songs about her is the best I can do until she comes back because I know we’re not over. We’re just on pause, like your favorite song when you need a moment to take it in. But as soon as I find her, I’m pressing play on our love story.

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Exclusive Excerpt!

“I need to start by saying that I don’t need you to free me from guilt. I don’t need some kind of permission to move on.” My head turns to the left to look at him. “The guilt I live with is put on myself for being an idiot. No apology is enough, Kenzie.” He shakes his head, keeping his gaze in front of him as well. He’s in his own world as he speaks to me.

“I live with the self-hatred day in and day out, just trying to survive. I write songs about you, about us, trying to preserve what we had. As if doing so would freeze time and I’d wake up one morning to your tapping on my bedroom window. Remember when you used to do that?” He shakes his head to clear the memory. I remember it as if it were this morning I did it. I’ve always been a morning person, so I’d go to his house and wake him up by tapping his window. Then, I’d spend hours helping him around the farm.

Hunter’s chest rises as he clears his throat. “We had so much going for us. I loved you so damn much. I still do, and whether we ever get a second chance or not, I’ll never stop. It’s impossible to.” His eyes seek mine and on cue I turn my head to meet him. I take a sharp inhale as I see the red rim around his eyes.

“I hope you understand that. I’ll never stop. It’s you or no one. I fucked up. I’m not perfect, even if you thought I was. I’ve been going crazy not knowing where you are. I tried finding you everywhere, but no one knew or wouldn’t spill your location. If you think I’ve moved on, you’re wrong. Because this,” he grips his chest, “left with you.”

“You broke my heart… in a way I never expected.”

“Trust me, I broke my own as well.”

I swallow back the tears that want to escape. I just need to wait to cry when I’m locked in my apartment.

“Maybe we were always meant to follow this destiny. We’re different people. Realistically, how many young people stay with the same person, especially through so many changes. Maybe we were never meant to last.” I shrug, focusing again on the patches of grass.

“You don’t mean that.”

I nod silently.

“Damn it, Mackenzie. Look at me. Look at me.” His body shakes next to mine. “We were always meant to beat the odds. You know it. We would talk about it for hours.”

“It’s different now. Maybe we saved ourselves from greater heartache.” I finally turn to look at him, water blurring my vision but I refuse to let the tears fall. Not yet. “It would’ve hurt more if we had started to live the life we planned and realized it was wrong.”

“Bullshit. There’s no greater heartache than this and I know you feel it, too. You don’t believe this.”

I suck in air and release it just a fast. Nodding, I stand. “I’m sorry, Hunter. I gotta get goin’.”

*Copyright 2018, Fabiola Francisco

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All of You Cover Reveal

I am so excited to share the cover for the final book in the Rebel Desire Series! The cover is perfect to show the emotions between Jason and Cassidy Rae. I absolutely love this story, and it was great developing Jason further, especially after his take on relationships in books 1 and 2. You can read about the book here: SYNOPSIS

Preorder is available on Amazon! You can reserve your copy today and start reading as soon as it goes LIVE on May 2nd! Preorder ALL OF YOU!

Now, drumroll….

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What do you think?! I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments section! Keep going below for a few teasers and the FULL cover.

But first, a FREEBIE! Lovin’ on You, book 1 in the series, is free through 4/7! Love You Through It, book 2, is ONLY $1.99 for a limited time! Grab both copies here and meet the guys from Rebel Desire! #OneClick— https://amzn.to/2GBbi7U 

Cassidy Rae is Sunday mornings when I_ve been stuck in endless cycle of crappy Saturday nights.

 

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Hope you love this cover as much as I do, and I can’t wait for you to read the story!

XO, Fabi

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Spring into March Giveaway!

$75 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway!

 

Spring is almost here and we are celebrating early! I have teamed up with my friends, Rachel Blaufeld and Christy Pastore, to bring you this amazing giveaway. You could be the lucky winner of a $75 Amazon gift card. Talk about book money! Good luck to the participants!

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*Giveaway ends March 31, 2018

Dear Porn, You’re Not Romance

Porn: Man sees woman, undresses her (with hands, not eyes), and they instantly engage in sexual acts. No names, no story behind their meeting or relationship. It’s raw and dirty. (I think this is how it works, I haven’t exactly watched porn. Did I just admit that to the internet?)

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The stigma associated with romance novels (and their writers) is a continuous clash between those who know the difference and those who think they know the difference. Many people truly don’t know the difference. So I’m here today, as part of the hundreds of people who have already discussed this topic, to hopefully clarify some misconceptions about romance novels.

Romance, noun: a (1) : a medieval tale based on legend, chivalric love and adventure, or the supernatural (2) : a prose narrative treating imaginary characters involved in events remote in time or place and usually heroic, adventurous, or mysterious (3) : a love story especially in the form of a novel

b : a class of such literature

I grabbed this definition from Merriam-Webster. As you can read, romance is a love tale that involves events, chivalry, adventure, etc. in the process of finding that person who you want to spend your life with. Romance is about the happily ever after, not just the happy ending. (wink, wink)

We all hope to find that special someone in real life. I know I do. The person you can laugh and cry with. The person to hold you tightly, and the person you push away when you’re angry. It’s all part of romance. Like any true love story (real or fiction), sexuality is a part of it. Say what?! I know, I know; how dare I speak of such things in public? But that’s just it. We live in a world where we are fighting to become more open and accepting of the truth we live, and having sex is normal.

I understand it’s been a taboo topic in the past. I know romance novels have been looked down on with snooty noses as not good enough literature, allowing people to look away instead of being educated on the topic. The thing is that everyone desires to be wanted. Everyone desires to have a connection with another person. That is what romance is about—the bond between two humans, who find in each other a connection that allows them to grow and move forward together.

It isn’t all about the sex. That’s porn. They’re very different. Porn wants to excite the viewer/reader quickly to get the job done (again—wink, wink). Romance is about the journey—the tale of coming together, overcoming struggles, and living your life with another person.

Now, let me tell you how our society works. Sex sells. A lot. So when we bring in marketing (for romance or anything else), sex is a big factor. Considering romance novels, most times, do include some kind of sexual activity, teasers and excerpts may be geared towards that because it hooks readers. It does raise emotion, entices them, and makes them want more. We’re human after all.

Just because something has a sex-geared advertisement doesn’t constitute it as porn. Let’s take a perfume commercial for example (oh, those can be hot!). A lot of perfume commercials entice the viewer with a good-looking man, a woman in lingerie, or a couple engaging in a steamy kiss. Does that mean the perfume company sells porn? What it does is sell the product. It hooks consumers. That’s their ultimate goal.

Nicholas Sparks has sex in his novels. Does that make him a writer of porn? You have sex in your life with your partner. Are you a porn star? (Role playing idea?)

When I first started writing romance, I was hesitant to answer people’s questions about the genre I wrote. I would think to myself, Oh God, they’re going to know I write sex in my stories. Yet, I love writing romance. I love writing about the bond between people, their struggles (this is my favorite—it shows their true character), and having balance in life. So little by little, I became more comfortable telling people who knew me before I was a published author that I wrote romance. (My mom was the hardest. Like, Mom, I wrote sex into my story. I still remember the day I told her I wrote a book, and it was explicit. Kill me now! She’s probably reading this. Hey, Mom!) I had that stigma attached to me until I said, fuck it, and owned it. Now, I giggle when people mix up the true romance meaning with that of porn. I don’t get offended; I get it.

I strive on making my stories about more than just the romance. I add topics that sometimes are difficult to read about, and other times I add humor and good nature. It’s a balance, or I’ll sink into this dark oblivion of heavy emotions. Regardless of the tone of my novels, I want to get a message across, so when people think I write porn it defeats the purpose of trying to convey this meaningful message. It also confirms that sex sells, because if what you remember most about my novels is the teaser you saw about some heavy kissing, then I’ve left a memorable (whether it was my intention or not) hook in you. Now to reel you in and catch your full attention. (Horrible fishing symbolism—I promise I can write better symbolism than that.)

I get that society, as sex-driven as it is, also scolds people for being so open about their sexuality. Again, many people don’t know the difference, come across a teaser about a man running his hands down a woman’s bare hip before cupping her behind, and think the story is sex-driven. There is so much more to romance novels, and I hope that each of us that know about it can continue to educate people on the difference because it is such a wonderful genre to get lost in.

We watch romance movies and don’t think twice about questioning if we will be watching porn. We eagerly schedule a girls’ night to watch the latest Rom-Com whilst drinking a glass of wine, yet doubt the morality of romance novels.

I ask that you don’t let the label of what people think the romance genre is to limit you from reading some fantastic literature. I have read novels that have stayed with me for years. Romance novels are real, raw, sweet, and flirty. They encompass so much life. As humans, we want to feel intimacy with another person. Romance is that. It’s the story of intimacy, trust, and opening our hearts.

With the way the world is nowadays, I’m glad I have a Kindle full of romance novels to show me hope. To prove to me love still exists, because if we, as writers, can come up with stories about love, then love must still be alive, right?

Ultimately, that’s what romance is about. It’s about love, the journey to get there, the strength it takes to overcome loss when love goes awry, and the power of relationships (friendships and more).

I’ll raise my glass to all of you romance readers and writers, for believing in love. I’ll raise it to all of you who are not familiar with it and hope you’ll indulge a bit in this beautiful community. While I’m at it, let’s be open to all types of romances and love stories. Romeo and Juliet is a classic tragedy that still remains very much alive in our world, and they ended up dead. (Spoiler alert)

In all seriousness though, I do hope we can come to an understanding about the essence of romance. I hope this helped to better understand the difference between romance and plain ole sex in a written form. May we all live a life full of love, intimacy, trust, and strength, like my favorite heroes, and not shy away from a topic that is human nature.

XO,

Fab

Twisted in You Cover Reveal

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I am beyond excited to share this cover with you! Twisted in You is a book I had been working on for a couple of years, and seeing it published (soon!) is almost surreal. This book is emotionally dark and it does touch on subjects that are challenging, but I promise you the journey is beautiful. A story about healing oneself, understanding what self-love is, and opening our hearts and trust to another human being that will hold our hand and support us. It’s about light and dark mixing because we need both in order to live and grow. But mostly, it’s about being the heroine in your own life.

Hope you LOVE the cover as much as I do! Read below for a never-before-seen excerpt.

EXCLUSIVE giveaway in Fabiola’s Fab Reads!

XOXO Fabiola

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Excerpt from Twisted in You:

Not tired, I sit on my bed and continue working on the song. Before I know it, my notebook has more words scratched out than written. Too many thoughts when I was at the gym today. Too many memories.

Restless, I take a walk down the hall hoping to tire myself out or stop thinking.

“No!” I look up, confused. What the fuck? “Stop!” Another yell. What is going on? “Ahhh!” Does no one else hear that? Is this in my mind? It can’t be. I follow the noise and it intensifies. Is no one around to figure out who is yelling and why? Can’t they sedate these psychos?

Opening a door, I’m frozen in place. Thrashing and fighting back, but with who? Who is she trying to push away from?

“Please . . .” she pleads between sobs. I look around the hallway and no one is around to help her. This feels too familiar.

I carefully walk into the room, leaving the door open in case someone walks by and can help. “Red,” I whisper into the room. Nothing.

“Mikayla. Wake up.” I inch closer. My shaky hand reaches to slowly shove her shoulder.

Her eyes snap open, angry and scared.

“Get out!” Mikayla screams, yanking the sheets up to her neck, her eyes wild.

“I’m checking if you’re okay—”

“I said get out!” She cuts me off.

“Relax, I heard you crying and screaming. I’m not gonna hurt you.” I notice the flicker of fear in her eyes, but she quickly composes herself. I take a step towards her, and she jolts back in her bed.

“I said leave,” she hisses.

Sam comes into the room at that moment and looks around confused. “Tyler, what’s going on?”

“Sam, I heard her screaming and came in to make sure she was okay. Sounded pretty bad.”

“Thanks Tyler, but you should leave.”

“Whatever,” I shrug. “Didn’t mean to cause trouble.”

“Yeah, right.” I hear Mikayla scoff, but I leave before I give her a piece of my mind. I don’t need to be accused of anything. I walk out and head towards my room. By the look in Red’s eyes and the fear bouncing off her, I think there’s more to her than plain, crazy bitch.

Copyright 2017, Fabiola Francisco

You can meet Sam before Twisted in You releases! Red Lights, Black Hearts is on sale for $1.99 for a short time!

“An adult read woven with meaning and purpose.” Rachel Blaufeld, author, and blogger for Happily Ever After USA Today
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Note: While it is not necessary to read Red Lights, Black Hearts prior to Twisted in You, there are some minor spoilers mentioned in Twisted in You.

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