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New Release ~ Date Me Like You Mean It ~ by ~ R.S. Grey
R.S. Grey’s next standalone romcom, Date Me Like You Mean It, is out now! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
Title: Date Me Like You Mean It
Author: R.S. Grey
Genre: Rom-Com
About Dare Me Like You Mean It:
I’m good at hiding my feelings.
Having to pretend I’m not in love with my best friend?
Pfft. That’s child’s play.
Here’s how I do it: I avert my eyes when he walks out of his room, shirtless in all his toned glory. I squash the butterflies that fill my stomach every time he slowly unfurls a dimpled smile. And, most importantly, I keep an arsenal of “personal massagers” in my bedside drawer. Wink.
Not to brag, but Aiden Smith isn’t hard to resist if you’ve been doing it for as long as I have. In fact, we might have continued as best friends forever if not for the fact that I needed him to play the part of my fake boyfriend.
Date me like you mean it, I told him. Nudge nudge. C’mon, just go along with a little lie, help a girl out, and then we can all return to life as we know it.
Except he veered from the plan.
He crossed the line.
Flirting with me when no one else was around? Pinning me down and kissing me like that? Okay, how exactly is taking off my bra part of the ruse, Aiden?!
I’d ask him about it if I could, but well…things got ugly and we’re not best friends anymore.
In fact, we’re the exact opposite.
Now, I have to play nice even though I want to crush his heart in the palm of my hand.
Pretending not to love Aiden was the easy part.
Pretending not to hate him?
Well…I might need a little more practice.
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About R.S. Grey:
R.S. Grey is the USA Today bestselling author of over twenty novels. She lives in Texas with her husband and daughter, and can be found reading, binge-watching reality TV, or practicing yoga! Visit her at rsgrey.com
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New Release ~ Wilderness ~ by ~ Lynn Burke
A little over a half hour of pure torture on my libido as my brain fought my body’s wants.
Drop off his shit and get the hell outta there.
My heart raced when his cabin came into view, and I flew in low over the river straight toward his home as though I wished fate intended us to crash into one another once more. A sense of impending tragedy shivered down my spine, raising the hairs on my arms, and I lifted away from the river, buzzed his clearing, and caught sight of him at the brush’s edge—shirtless and covered in blood.
“Oh, God.” My hands shook, concern over the amount of red smeared over his torso keeping my heart in my throat as I landed upriver and made my way toward the ramp.
He dropped his knife at the river’s edge, stalked a few feet into the current, and dove beneath the surface.
Needing to focus, I tore my stare off where he’d gone under, pulled my Beaver onto the ramp, and shut my baby down, hopping out of the door the second I could safely do so. Brock hadn’t surfaced—or he’d dove back down.
I hurried to tie up the pontoons before hopping onto land and spinning back around to scan the river.
Brock’s dark head broke the water a few feet beyond my plane, and two strokes of his arms later, he stood in shallow water, his pants hanging low on his hips, stubborn streaks of red still lining his upper body—but no trace of a wound.
“Brock?” I called to him, shaking like a goddamn flag left out on its pole in a blizzard, my fists clenched so tightly my fingernails dug into my palms.
He stalked forward like a prowling lion, no trace of a limp, bulging shoulders hunched, bearded chin lowered. Eyes dark as coal peered at me beneath his furrowed brow, and my heart seized inside my chest as he neared land, river water splashing away from his boots.
Animal.
Feral.
He’d lost his goddamn mind, and I stood frozen in his sights.
Unable to move. Every inch of my skin ready to combust. Wetness pooled to soak my panties.
“Jessie,” he breathed my name—a trace of humanity flickering in his gaze.
One last stride, and he grasped my ponytail and my ass, jerking me against his hard, hot form. My squeak cut off by the claiming of his mouth, his hungry lips and tongue seeming hellbent on owning. He tasted of wildness and the forest, a creature at one with his surroundings.
Addictive and damn explosive on my tongue. Damn my libido, and my lack of concern for my well-being. I couldn’t get enough.
© Lynn Burke 2020
New Audio Release ~ Sweet Temptation ~ by ~ Cora Reilly
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New Release ~ Wicked Again ~ by ~ Kathleen Ayers
Lord Haddon is handsome, charming and at least a decade younger than the thrice-widowed Marissa. Engaging in an affair with Haddon might damage Marissa’s reputation and it will definitely compromise her heart. But Haddon can be very persuasive when he wants something and he wants Marissa. Will Marissa give into temptation and allow herself to love again? If you like steamy, historical romance you’ll love Wicked Again.
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A scandalous affair with a much younger man…
Lady Marissa Cupps-Foster has buried three husbands. Only one, her dear Reggie, was a love match. As a woman considered past her prime with two grown sons, she’s decided on discreet trysts when she feels the need for male companionship. Lord Trenton Haddon was only a dalliance. Haddon is tempting but far too young for her. And love is out of the question. Clearly, she isn’t good at it. Determined to forget Haddon, Marissa returns to London and immerses herself in society.
A former rake who has never been in love…
Seducing the widowed Lady Cupps-Foster was a way to pass the time at a dull house party but instead Haddon fell in love. Unfortunately, the object of his affection ended the affair and returned to London before he could declare himself. But Haddon has the perfect excuse to see Marissa again. His eldest daughter is about to make her debut and as a widower, he is in dire need of direction. Marissa won’t refuse his plea for help.
Another chance at love…
Haddon can be very persuasive when he wants something, and he wants Marissa. But Marissa is just as convinced he’ll eventually break her heart.
Will Marissa allow herself to find love again or will she stand by and watch Haddon marry someone else?
Wicked Again is a steamy historical romance set in post-regency London where scandal meets happily ever after. Book 7 of the Wickeds.
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Copyright 2020 @Kathleen Ayers
Despite wanting to forget him, the memory of Haddon never left Marissa, no matter how busy she had kept herself since her return to town. The destruction of Simon and his mother did take up a great deal of her time. And of course, she had holiday festivities to plan. Haddon shouldn’t have entered her thoughts at all.
“Lady Cupps-Foster.” The light, spicy scent Haddon favored hovered about his broad shoulders as he bowed before her.
Marissa inhaled sharply, filling her nostrils. Haddon’s scent had stayed with her, lingering along with her memories of him and the night she’d spent in his arms.
He took her hand, eyes flitting across her bosom as he straightened, a soft purr of male appreciation coming from his chest. The brush of his lips against her knuckles sent a tendril of warmth from her core to slide between her legs. But the touch of his tongue made her knees buckle.
Marissa abruptly snatched her hand from his.
A mischievous grin crossed his lips, meant to disarm her and indeed any lady he bestowed it upon. It made him quite irresistible.
An image of Haddon walking toward her, naked, the same grin firmly in place on his lips, flitted before her eyes.
The ballroom had grown very warm. She resisted the urge to fan herself.
Realistically, for any woman her age, there was always bound to be someone in the room she had been involved with. Two of Marissa’s previous lovers were at the Cambourne ball tonight, in fact, though she couldn’t for the life of her remember how they looked naked, nor, upon greeting them tonight, had she felt as if her heart might burst from her chest.
“Lord Haddon, how lovely to see you again.”
“Isn’t it though?” His grin widened further. “Dance with me?” he said as the musicians began to play. Without waiting for an answer, Haddon took her hand in his and led her out to the dance floor, his grip on her fingers tight as the sapphire skirts of her gown wrapped around them both.
Marissa had always found the sensation of silk hugging her to a gentleman as they danced to be mildly erotic, though much more so with Haddon than, say, Enderly.
Haddon was a graceful dancer, confident and agile. Turning her expertly, he brought Marissa closer to the lean lines of his body with each twist of his hips. They moved easily together, as if they’d danced many times in each other’s arms.
In truth, they had only danced once before.
The warmth of his palm splayed intimately across the small of her back, fingertips pressing into the skin at the base of her spine.
The pressure was seductive. Enticing. Haddon had kissed that very spot during their night together, as well as a great many other places.
She saw Adelia out of the corner of her eye watching them with a smug look.
“How have you been, Marissa?” The husky growl of her first name sent bits of flame across her arms. “Enjoying London?”
“I’m quite well, thank you. I didn’t realize you’d come to town.” The tips of her breasts chafed against the fabric of his coat, stroking her nipples each time he turned her; it was distracting, to say the least.
A tiny smirk crossed his beautiful mouth. He knew she was lying.
“I don’t come as often as I did before my wife died. My daughters require my attention, as does my estate. London does not.”
Haddon had been married very young in a match arranged by his father. His wife had been sickly and bed-ridden during the latter part of his marriage, the birth of his youngest daughter destroying what remained of her fragile health.
In between bouts of lovemaking, they’d whispered to each other in the dark and Haddon had told Marissa of his marriage.
Another thing she hadn’t done with a previous lover.
Dalliance.
He had left out his former rakish reputation, and well he might. Though discreet, Haddon certainly had cut a swath through the ladies of London. But unlike most husbands who wouldn’t have cared to be saddled with an ill spouse, he’d been with his wife when she died, at her bedside. After, he had not returned to London to pick up the threads of his life; instead, he’d stayed away from town, choosing to remain with his daughters in the country. Another thing most gentlemen would not have done.
“I brought Jordana to London with me.” He mentioned his eldest daughter, to whom Marissa had been introduced to at Brushbriar.
“And how does Jordana like town?” Marissa found it hard to have a casual conversation with Haddon, especially when his hips kept brushing hers.
“As well as can be expected. But I thought she might enjoy some time here before making her debut. Ease her into things, so to speak. Jordana has a tendency to be stubborn.”
Haddon twirled her, the motion forcing her more fully against his chest. The distance between them was only one tiny, heated inch.
“You left before I could tell you goodbye,” he said, breath warm against her temple.
“Did I need to tell you goodbye?” Her own guilt at not doing so made her reply sharper than she intended.
His grip on her tightened. “I suppose not.”
“After the discovery of my late husband’s remains, I was in shock, as you can imagine.” That was putting it mildly.
“I’m sure you were.”
“I wasn’t up to receiving callers, nor did I wish to receive polite condolences,” she said.
“Of course,” he agreed coolly.
Marissa bristled. Something about his calm manner, his instant agreement with her, smacked of judgement. It was clear by his attitude Haddon thought she should have received him. Sent him a note. Told him goodbye. She didn’t care for him acting the discarded lover.
Dalliance.
“Ours was a brief acquaintance, Lord Haddon,” Marissa said politely, allowing a hint of chill to enter her words. “Little more than a dalliance, if you’ll forgive me for saying so.”
He looked down on her, eyes like quicksilver. A touch of pink shone on his magnificent cheekbones, a sign of his annoyance, perhaps, though it could have been a trick of the light. “A dalliance?”
“A tryst, if you prefer.”
“A tryst?”
Would he repeat everything she said? “Our relationship would have invited speculation and unwanted attention, both things I don’t care for. An older widow carrying on with—”
“Dear God, Marissa.” He looked away from her, the corner of his lip lifting into something resembling amusement. “You didn’t seduce some innocent young lad; stop behaving as if you did.”
“I didn’t do any seducing,” she shot back.
“Debatable. I was under the impression we seduced each other, not out of boredom, as I’m sure will be your next point, but because we were meant to.” His broad shoulders gave a soft roll.
Marissa stayed silent, uncertain how to respond.
“You know, I never really considered your elderly status at the time, but you brought it up so often during our brief acquaintance, perhaps your concerns have merit.”
“They do?”
“You’re a highly intelligent woman. Older and wiser than I. Shouldn’t I listen to your council?”
The heat of him bled through the thick silk and layers of petticoats, caressing her skin as they danced. Each time he spun her, Haddon managed to notch the length of one muscled leg into her skirts and between her legs. Deliberately.
“Stop doing that,” she hissed beneath her breath. A slow, honeyed ache followed the movement, driving her mad. “Do you intend to cause a scene?”
“What? This?” He pulled her a fraction of an inch closer and moved his thigh into her skirts again, sliding his leg in a sinuous motion. “I’m merely dancing.”
A flutter of arousal slid down the length of her body at Haddon’s very calculated teasing though Marissa was doing her best to ignore the sensation. Desperate to provide a distraction, she said, “I see you’ve made the acquaintance of Lady Christina Sykes.”
“An incomparable beauty with an impeccable lineage,” Haddon acknowledged. “A gentleman could do worse than to wed her. She’s a lovely girl.”
“She’s very young.” Marissa said, hating the prick of jealousy at the thought of Haddon dancing with Lady Christina the way he danced with her.
“You don’t sound as if you approve. Shouldn’t I seek someone closer to my own age? I’m barely out of the schoolroom, after all.” The mischievous grin, the one she found so endlessly endearing, floated across his mouth.
Marissa forced herself to smile up at him. “I’m sure my approval is of no consequence. I’m only concerned.”
“How very maternal of you, Marissa.”
She deliberately stepped on his toe.
Haddon grunted in pain.
“Lady Christina is barely older than Jordana,” she said. “But it is none of my affair who you deem a suitable bride. If your aim is to find a wife, Christina Sykes would serve as well as any.” She forced the words up her throat though they left a bitter taste.
Spinning her about, he gave her a wolfish grin before murmuring, “The lady doth protest too much.”
Her heel ground into the top of his foot. “Pardon me. I seem to have two left feet this evening. Goodness.”
Haddon’s fingertips dug into the silk at her hip. “I’m only acknowledging the vast difference in our ages. One you’ve brought to my attention repeatedly during our previous dalliance. Are you old enough to be my mother?” He pretended to consider the question. “Good lord, how depraved I am.”
Marissa was going to slap him, right here in the middle of a dance with most of the ton watching. “While there is an age difference, my lord, I assure you—”
“And in regard to Christina,” he interrupted her tirade, “you also suggested during our dalliance that I need to remarry. Truthfully, I hadn’t considered wedding again until you brought it to my attention. Again, I’m thankful for your guidance.”
She bit her lip, knowing she couldn’t refute his claim. Haddon was correct on all counts. She had been the one to bring up his need to remarry and produce a male heir. At that moment, Marissa could have cheerfully kicked herself for reminding him of his duty.
“I’ve something I wish to discuss with you, my lady.”
“Oh?” There was a slight, hopeful leap of her traitorous heart before remembering it would be best if she didn’t allow him to seduce her again. Haddon was far too dangerous. They could remain acquaintances and nothing more.
“May I call upon you? I would prefer not to have a private discussion here.”
“Yes, of course,” she agreed, ignoring the slight racing of her pulse.
The dance ended, and Haddon led her off the dance floor, a wisp of a smile hovering on his lips. But instead of leaving her where she’d stood with Adelia, Haddon purposefully took her to the opposite side of the ballroom; an area populated with elderly matrons, wallflowers and spinsters.
A strangled sound bubbled from her lips.
“Something wrong, my lady? Didn’t you enjoy our dance?”
“I did. Immensely.” If she wasn’t sure it would cause a scene, Marissa would wrench her fingers from his.
Once he seemed satisfied Marissa stood with the most undesirable women in the room, Haddon bowed again over her hand, hiding his enjoyment at her discomfort behind a polite, bland smile.
“Enjoy the rest of your evening, Lady Cupps-Foster.” Haddon turned and, without another glance at Marissa, sauntered back across the ballroom.
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Kathleen Ayers is the bestselling author of steamy Regency and Victorian romance. She’s been a hopeful romantic and romance reader since buying Sweet Savage Love at a garage sale when she was fourteen while her mother was busy looking at antique animal planters. She has a weakness for tortured, witty alpha males who can’t help falling for intelligent, sassy heroines.
A Texas transplant (from Pennsylvania) Kathleen spends most of her summers attempting to grow tomatoes (a wasted effort) and floating in her backyard pool with her two dogs, husband and son. When not writing she likes to visit her “happy place” (Newport, RI.), visit wine bars, make homemade pizza on the grill, and perfect her charcuterie board skills.
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New Release ~ Deserted ~ by ~ Tasha Lewis
Shipwrecked, he’s stuck on an island with the one woman in the world who can’t stand him. DESERTED is a Little Mermaid retelling by Tasha Lewis that gives love a voice. Contemporary romance fans of the enemies to lovers trope will love this new taken on an old story. Part of the Internet Famous Collection, DESERTED is now LIVE!
Shipwrecked.
Deserted on an island with no social media, no fans following me around, and no uncle breathing down my neck. I’d call it a vacation, if i weren’t stuck with the one woman who can’t stand me.
And she doesn’t talk, which makes me way too focused on her body, and not so much interested in the language. Despite the promise I made, I can’t keep my hands off her.
I want to get her out of my system, but when our lips touch, there’s no stopping the connection between us. Every day we’re alone together, I want her more, and I long to be less of the player I used to be.
Until we get rescued, and the past weasels it’s way between us. How can I get her to understand me without using my voice?
A Little Mermaid retelling told from the point of view of Easton McCoy, the Internet Famous Blogger of the Sea, part of the Internet Famous Collection.
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Copyright 2020 @ Tasha Lewis
I rub the salt and sand out of my eyes.
When I open them, all I see is the expansive clear blue sky above me.
What the hell? I can’t conjure up anything else besides to say that several more times.
With one bum shoulder, I move slowly to figure out if any of my other extremities are in pain. I pray nothing is broken. My feet are slow to cooperate, but I’m able to move both around in a circle. I move up to each joint of my body and find only my left shoulder is out of sorts. Sitting up, I look around and find I’m on some beach, pieces of driftwood around me, but nothing else that I can see.
What happened? I wonder once again, trying to get my brain to recall… anything. Nothing comes to me as I take in the lapping waves of the sea.
Something hits my head, and I wince in pain as I shift around me. Moving my shoulder too quickly, I hiss in pain.
I see a pair of legs several feet away from me. My eyes travel up to a pair of shorts, and I see blonde hair at her waist. A woman with an hourglass shape stares at me with her hands on her hips and a pissed expression.
“What!?” Irritation radiates through me. I rub the spot on my head that she hit and see a small rock in the sand next to me. The urge to throw it back at her overwhelms me, and I follow through with it.
She dodges it easily and storms off.
What the hell? Apparently, I can’t string any other thought together today.
Standing, I move to follow her. My strides eat up the distance between us, and I reach for her elbow and pull her to a stop.
“Where are we? What happened?” I ask as I stare into her crystal blue eyes, the color of the sea. A memory tries to surface, but it’s murky, and I shake it away as a throbbing sensation radiates through my skull. I hiss and close my eyes. The palm of my right hand cradles my head as I bend down.
Soft hands grab for my head, and I allow her to hold it for a second as I count backward, trying to get the pain to recede just a little. Her fingers gently move around my head until I hiss and pull away from her. “Ouch!” I shout at her, and she recoils, hands flying around her and lips moving, but no sound comes out.
Reaching for the spot on my head that gave me the pain, I place my fingers there and gently poke at it and hiss once again. I bring my fingers to inspect them and see them coated with fresh blood. Well, shit.
I look to the side and then up to the beauty in front of me as I try to piece any memory together.
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Tasha Lewis is a sweet contemporary romance author who grew up with her head in the clouds. Her passion for life has always kept her dreaming and moving forward. She believes in fate and is a true romantic at heart. Tasha is certain that anything can be solved with a good cup of coffee and a dog or two at your side.
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New Release ~ Thunder ~ by ~ Lilly Atlas
New Release ~ Rocking His Fake World ~ by ~ Alexis Winter
How can I, when it’s costing me the love of my life?
From the very beginning, Daniel and I knew this day was coming.
We made a deal early on that when I left on tour, whatever was between us would end.
After all, I could never ask him to put his life on hold for me.
Still, with what time we had, we reveled in the passion between us night after night.
It was a fiery love story so intense, it was only a matter of time before it consumed us.
But it wasn’t without consequences.
There’s a lot to risk when you decide to fake it with someone.
Pretending you aren’t falling in love. Pretending your heart won’t be shattered when you walk away.
Then the time came for that crushing goodbye.
There was no more we have to stop doing this.
No more sneaking around.
Would I take it all back if it would grant me even a momentary reprieve from the pain?
All the stolen kisses? All the heated moments between the sheets?
Not for an instant.
I’d do it all over again… because he’s worth the heartbreak.
I pretended I wasn’t going to fall in love.
Now, with only the memory of his kisses to hold on to, I realize how wrong I was.
“But?” I ask, feeling it coming on.
“But… I’ve been thinking about how unfair this all is to you. I mean, I’m out there, living my life and doing what I want to do and you’re here wasting your life by waiting for me. I don’t want you to move on without me, but I don’t want you missing out on your life for me either.”
“What are you saying, Luna?” I ask, feeling the panic rising in my chest.
“I’m saying that when I get back, if you’re still around and wanting me, I will want you too. But I don’t want you waiting on me. I want you to go out and experience life. I don’t want you missing out on opportunities because you’re waiting for me. If you find some girl attractive, I want you to be able to ask her out. If you get offered an amazing job, I want you to be able to decide if you want to take it or not and I don’t want you factoring me in. I just want you to be happy, even if it isn’t with me.”
I nod my head as I clamp my teeth together. “So, you’re breaking up with me?”
She turns to face me. “No, I’m not breaking up with you because we’re not together, Daniel. As much as it hurts me to do this, I’m letting you go free, to find whatever makes you happy when I can’t be here. Please, understand the difference.”
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New Release ~ The Power of a Myth ~ by ~ Anna Edwards
Hayden Eckert was a war hero, and when an explosion destroyed his life, he was called to become a higher being. But the dragon’s bone prophecy was too powerful to contain, and he’s been forced to spend most of his life imprisoned for fear of the damage he could cause. Is this now his time to shine? Or will his guilt at losing the woman he loved consume him?
Will Molly and Hayden’s story be the true tragedy in the fight against freedom?
Welcome to the bestselling Glacial Blood series, a world of shifters and witches, magic and mayhem, unforgivable lies, and unbreakable love. A world where family is born not only through blood, but a bond. With plenty of threats to come—and a secret that remains untold.
He been in areas like this before—they were littered with hazards and traps, not just from wild creatures but also enemy weapons.
“Stop,” he shouted to her, but she kept walking, deeper and deeper. He followed her path until he found her standing in a clearing. “Are you insane?” he yelled at her. “You could get us both killed. There could be any number of explosive traps laid around here.”
“Are you worried about me now, or just yourself?” Molly retorted.
“We’re forbidden to come into the jungle,” Hayden snapped back.
“Yet, you accused me of coming in here, how did you politely put it, to fuck someone?” She raised an eyebrow at him.
“You’ve no light to guide you this time. It’s crazy.”
“I didn’t have any light last time. I don’t need it,” Molly responded.
There was no anger in her tone anymore. It was flat, and it scared him.
“Molly, what is going on?”
She lowered her head before raising it again and looking directly at him. “I’ve never revealed this before, but something tells me you’ll understand…I don’t know why? I’m probably insane, but there’s something you need to know about me.”
Hayden watched as she pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped it on the jungle floor.
“What are you doing?” He rushed at her, and picking up the t-shirt, he tried to use it to cover her body. He couldn’t help staring at her breasts encased in a white lace bra, though. They were the perfect size, and his dick started to lengthen in his army issue pants.
“You said you believe dragons once existed and that one day you’ll find their bones. Let me do this, Hayden. Let me show you what really exists that you have no clue about.”
There was something about the honesty in her eyes that made him stop and step back from her. He held her t-shirt to his chest as he watched her lower her pants. Her underwear followed next until she was naked before him. She took his breath away. All he could do was look at her perfect body. His dick strained in the confines of his pants even though he still believed she’d been with another man earlier. Or did he? Something told him this wasn’t about sex.
Let me show you what really exists that you have no clue about.
Her words sent a shiver down his spine.
“Show me,” he ordered.
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New Release ~ Significant ~ by ~ Shanen Ricci