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New Release ~ Whistle’s War ~ by ~ Monique Moreau

Love is a battlefield — and he intends to be victorious. Whistle’s War by Monique Moreau is LIVE!!!

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A Mafia princess on the run. A Bratva prince turned biker. Will their love start a war? On the run from an arranged marriage, Tassa thought she’s found the perfect hide-out. After all, her eldest brother and head of her mafia family would never think to search for her in a club full of rough bikers. With her newfound freedom, the first thing on Tassa’s bucket list is to lose her virginity. The perfect specimen comes in the shape of a sexy biker with coal black hair and stunning turquoise eyes. It’s just her rotten luck to have chosen a man with a possessive streak a mile wide. After escaping from his Russian Bratva family, Whistle became the resident fuck-up of the Demon Squad MC. For years, he’s tested his brothers’ loyalty with his drunken antics and brawls. Finally ready to grow up, he’ll prove he’s turned a new leaf by taking over the Squad Bar. What he doesn’t expect is for the stutter in his heart when he lays eyes on their newest waitress and her sultry curves. While Tassa may have the kind of sexiness a man would lay his life down for, nothing prepares him for the innocence he discovers right beneath the surface. As a former denizen of the shadowy mafia underworld, he knows that virgins like her came with rules. Rule number one: If you break her, you keep her. Whistle is more than ready to do right by Tassa, if only she played by the rules and did what she’s told. Instead, the little wild cat battles him tooth and nail her hard-fought independence. But as her brother zeroes in on her, what starts out as a fight for her love turns into a war to protect the woman he loves. Will Tassa stop and stand by the man she loves or will she keep on running? Check out their red-hot love story with one click!

About Monique Growing up in New York City, I used to walk the hot pavements in the melting heat of the long summers, and dream. Uptown to downtown, eastside to the westside, and underground to catch a subway racing out into the boroughs.

During my wanderings, my magic pencil spun out fantasies full of romance, with first meetings, heartbreaks, and reunions. Sometimes my boy crush (unrequited, of course) starred as the hero.

I grew up, and after a stint in art school, became a lawyer ‘cuz a woman’s got to make a living. I came from parents who fled to France as refugees, and as an attorney, I dedicated my work to helping survivors of trauma and persecution.

I believe in them. In their grit, in their determination to hold on, to pull through and, somehow, someway, to keep themselves intact, body and soul. Perhaps that is why I am drawn to writing stories of men and women who live through heart-rending pain, desperate yearnings and, ultimately, reach a place of redemption.

For a long time, I fought the urge to veer off the expected, safe path until I couldn’t go on unless I took a chance and made a change. I began to write, stopped, and began again. Finally, I gave in and here I am.

Come join me on my journey…

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New Release ~ Puck’s Property ~ by ~ Monique Moreau

It’s time to get claimed! Puck’s Property by Monique Moreau is HERE!!!

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A lonely social worker. A biker behind bars. Can their red-hot passion set them free?

What if your first love was your one true love? Eight years ago, Puck broke Ava’s heart. She picked up the pieces, patched them together, and kept going. Yet she never forgot him. When Puck sauntered through her office door at work, she was shocked to find a brawny, tatted-up biker dressed in an orange jumpsuit with the word INMATE stamped on the back.

What if you rediscovered the passion you carelessly threw away in your youth? For Puck, the only good thing about his trip to the jailhouse social worker’s office was finding Ava again. All grown up, she looked luscious, and he bet she tasted even better.

Breaking up seemed like the right thing to do at the time, but no other woman could replace Ava. Fate brought them together again and Puck wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. Ava was his property and he’d bring her to heel—no matter what it took. If that included blackmail, so be it. A biker never won by playing fair.

But what happens in jail doesn’t always stay in jail, and dark forces conspire to divert destiny and tear these lovers apart. Will their love survive a second trial?

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About Monique Growing up in New York City, I used to walk the hot pavements in the melting heat of the long summers, and dream. Uptown to downtown, eastside to the westside, and underground to catch a subway racing out into the boroughs.

During my wanderings, my magic pencil spun out fantasies full of romance, with first meetings, heartbreaks, and reunions. Sometimes my boy crush (unrequited, of course) starred as the hero.

I grew up, and after a stint in art school, became a lawyer ‘cuz a woman’s got to make a living. I came from parents who fled to France as refugees, and as an attorney, I dedicated my work to helping survivors of trauma and persecution.

I believe in them. In their grit, in their determination to hold on, to pull through and, somehow, someway, to keep themselves intact, body and soul. Perhaps that is why I am drawn to writing stories of men and women who live through heart-rending pain, desperate yearnings and, ultimately, reach a place of redemption.

For a long time, I fought the urge to veer off the expected, safe path until I couldn’t go on unless I took a chance and made a change. I began to write, stopped, and began again. Finally, I gave in and here I am.

Come join me on my journey…

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Excerpt Reveal ~ Stanton’s Sins ~ by ~ Monique Moreau

🔥 STEAMY SNEAK PEEK! 🔥 Keep reading for a super hot excerpt from Stanton’s Sins by Monique Moreau! It releases November 10th!

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A biker princess. A broken billionaire. Will his sins come back to haunt them?

The darling little sister of the Demon Squad MC, Sammi loved everything about growing up in the club, including her infuriating older brother Puck. She’d do anything for Puck. After he gets arrested, she marches into the courtroom to give him a piece of her mind and marches out with the prosecutor’s full attention.

Recently clean and sober, prosecutor Stanton Prescott is focused on two things: working his caseload and making his very unprivate life, well…private. But when a sassy woman interrupts one of his cases to give the defendant a dressing down, she’s a temptation he can’t resist.

Stanton tracks Sammi down and makes her a proposal – be her sugar daddy in exchange for a taste of her luscious body. After a month in rehab, Stanton’s active imagination is dying to be set loose. He counts on her to agree, in exchange for getting Puck out of prison. What he doesn’t expect is for Sammi to see past his sophisticated mask. She not only sees him, but revels in the demanding beast within.

Together the pair battle angry exes, suspicious bikers, and other shadowy figures. Will their unlikely love survive the sins of Stanton’s past?

Come follow them on the ride of their lives with just one click.

DON’T SAY WE DIDN’T WARN YOU — HERE COMES THE HEAT!

“Don’t tell me you’re a prude.”

“No, I’m not a prude but here’s your first lesson, buddy. You’ve got to work your way up to talking dirty to me, and let me tell you, you haven’t even begun to work hard enough for it.” She gave him that sassy, disgusted look-over again. Fucking cute and hot.

He folded his arms over his chest, and she mimicked his posture, although hers had the benefit of shoving her tits up—creamy, and just plain lickable. Oh, he’d lick her, first chance he got. From end to fucking end. “Is that right? I’m going to be schooled by a little girl?”

“If the shoe fits,” she sassed back. “And stop calling me little girl.” Her hands flapped down her frame. “I’m a damn woman.”

Back in her space, the back of his knuckles found the line of her cheekbone. “Oh, no. The term “little girl” stays. You’re too fucking adorable, and I want to be the man who takes care of you.” His tone dropped an octave, coming out almost hoarse. “I’ll do whatever it takes, work as hard as it takes, to have the privilege of taking care of this tight body of yours. To do whatever I want with it, whenever I want. But calling you “little girl” is nonnegotiable.”

She pushed him back. He let his hand drop and stepped away again. “You don’t look old enough to be a sugar daddy. How old are you, anyway?”

“I’m twenty-nine, and a sugar daddy is in how a man treats you, not in their age. And, I plan on treating you very, very well,” he ended in a growl.

Looking him up and down as if thoroughly unimpressed, she cocked her hip and harrumphed. “I’ll think about it.”

“You do that, little girl.”

About Monique

Growing up in New York City, I used to walk the hot pavements in the melting heat of the long summers, and dream. Uptown to downtown, eastside to the westside, and underground to catch a subway racing out into the boroughs.

During my wanderings, my magic pencil spun out fantasies full of romance, with first meetings, heartbreaks, and reunions. Sometimes my boy crush (unrequited, of course) starred as the hero.

I grew up, and after a stint in art school, became a lawyer ‘cuz a woman’s got to make a living. I came from parents who fled to France as refugees, and as an attorney, I dedicated my work to helping survivors of trauma and persecution.

I believe in them. In their grit, in their determination to hold on, to pull through and, somehow, someway, to keep themselves intact, body and soul. Perhaps that is why I am drawn to writing stories of men and women who live through heart-rending pain, desperate yearnings and, ultimately, reach a place of redemption.

For a long time, I fought the urge to veer off the expected, safe path until I couldn’t go on unless I took a chance and made a change. I began to write, stopped, and began again. Finally, I gave in and here I am.

Come join me on my journey…

Find Monique Online! Amazon: https://amzn.to/2QKtJOb BookBub: https://bit.ly/3gNvrsU Facebook: https://bit.ly/3jYl3Br Goodreads: https://bit.ly/3gmIxOa Instagram: https://bit.ly/3gyidB3 Website: https://moniquemoreau.com

Excerpt Reveal ~ Loki’s Luck ~ by ~ Monique Moreau

FEELING LUCKY? Keep reading for a steamy excerpt from Loki’s Luck by Monique Moreau. It releases October 13th!

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To punish himself for his baby brother’s death, Loki is determined to live a life of abstinence – no partying, no women, no fun of any kind. He stays focused by throwing his energy into managing his MC’s gym. But when he’s roped into teaching a self-defense class, the supervisor threatens his self-control. She’s an annoying little pixie that loves butting into his business, but Loki still finds his gaze lingering on her curves.

As a social worker, Abby’s calling is to help troubled souls, and she’s never met anyone more broken than Loki. Determined to heal him, no matter what it takes, she offers him a deal: he can have her – any way he wants – if only he’ll share stories of his past with her. Whatever it takes for her to uncover the truth, she’s game.

But when Loki’s enemies hurt Abby in order to get to him, the biker revs up for a long-overdue fight. And he’ll have to convince Abby she’s safer by his side or risk losing all of the progress they made.

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Her brows notched together, and her bow-shaped lips pursed in an adorable pout of frustration. “What does this mean?”

“Doesn’t have to mean anything.”

She visibly winced and he clamped his lips together. Her spine snapped straight and rigid and stuttered out, “I-I see.”

Rising, he adjusted his cock to give it a modicum of relief. He reached for her jaw, but she flinched away from his touch. “I wasn’t using you.” He had to make sure she understood that much, at least.

Her eyes flashed. “Oh, I think that’s exactly what you were doing. Your ego got the best of you when you saw one of your friends flirting with me.”

His buzz popped like a balloon. Gripping her chin, he said, “Not true.”

Abby jerked away from him. Avoiding his direct gaze, she demanded, “Then, explain.”

“Babe, I don’t fuck women.”

Her eyes snapped to his. “Men? Why would you go down on me if you’re into men?”

“Not into men, either. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I haven’t touched a woman in three years. Not a one. I haven’t touched myself in that amount of time either. That should tell you the power you have over me with that sexy, tight body of yours and that even tastier pussy. You’re one hell of a temptation, I’ll give you that much.”

“Three years,” she repeated. Her hand drifted down and settled on the outline of his cock.

“Want me to—”

Clasping her hand, he dragged it off him. “No.”

Her brows drew close together, her lashes batting quickly. “But, why?”

He shook his head once. “Not your business. It happened, but it can’t happen again.”

“Why not?” she huffed, squeezing hard one more time before slipping her hand off him.

“Because it can’t.”

“Fine, then I’ll find someone else to take care of my needs.”

She was goading, but his stomach roiled at the thought of Whistle, or any man, on his knees with his nose in the pussy that he’d just made come. His hand captured her jaw, not painful but enough to make his point, while his eyes locked on hers. “Not a brother. Or any man I know. I’m warning you, Abby. I can’t be with you, but I will hurt any man who touches you. Don’t play me. I can be a jealous, vindictive son of a bitch when I want. I’m a Pandora’s box you don’t want pried open. Leave it be.”

About Monique

Growing up in New York City, I used to walk the hot pavements in the melting heat of the long summers, and dream. Uptown to downtown, eastside to the westside, and underground to catch a subway racing out into the boroughs.

During my wanderings, my magic pencil spun out fantasies full of romance, with first meetings, heartbreaks, and reunions. Sometimes my boy crush (unrequited, of course) starred as the hero.

I grew up, and after a stint in art school, became a lawyer ‘cuz a woman’s got to make a living. I came from parents who fled to France as refugees, and as an attorney, I dedicated my work to helping survivors of trauma and persecution.

I believe in them. In their grit, in their determination to hold on, to pull through and, somehow, someway, to keep themselves intact, body and soul. Perhaps that is why I am drawn to writing stories of men and women who live through heart-rending pain, desperate yearnings and, ultimately, reach a place of redemption.

For a long time, I fought the urge to veer off the expected, safe path until I couldn’t go on unless I took a chance and made a change. I began to write, stopped, and began again. Finally, I gave in and here I am. Come join me on my journey…

Find Monique Online! Amazon: https://amzn.to/2QKtJOb BookBub: https://bit.ly/3gNvrsU Facebook: https://bit.ly/3jYl3Br Goodreads: https://bit.ly/3gmIxOa Instagram: https://bit.ly/3gyidB3 Website: https://moniquemoreau.com

Excerpt Reveal ~ Cutter’s Claim ~ by ~ Monique Moreau

🔥 HIGH HEAT WARNING! 🔥
Keep reading for an excerpt from Cutter’s Claim by Monique Moreau.
It arrives on September 22nd!

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Who needs more than bikes and willing women? Not Cutter. Until he meets Greta, a former biker princess who turned her back on club life. She challenges him every step of the way, and Cutter doesn’t tolerate disobedience.

Greta lives by one rule: No Bikers. She didn’t escape her father’s MC and build a new life for herself just to be brought down by a dirty biker. Not even hot, domineering Cutter could change her mind.

Cutter is ready to play dirty. In their battle of wills, he begins to master her deepest desires. Can she find the inner strength to submit to him? Meanwhile, a danger from the past lurks in the shadows—ready to pounce.

Cutter’s Claim is a steamy, standalone bad boy biker romance with plenty of heat.

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CHAPTER ONE:

Beads of sweat slid off the woman’s flanks and drenched the bedsheets. Cutter rolled off her, floating on the high of a good fuck. It had taken the edge off. Tomorrow was the third Saturday of the month. Tommy’s day. Lying beside her, he cast a glance sideways and blew out a gust of frustration. It had been a mistake to fuck her twice.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and planted them on the carpet. Christ, his balls were gonna freeze off. Late March in Utica did that to a man. He glanced over his shoulder at Mandy, her chin propped on her hand, her eyes following his movements with greed. Her red-dyed hair matched the smear of lipstick around her lurid grin. Rolling onto her belly, she jiggled her pink ass at him. He gave her what she wanted, a sharp slap to each butt cheek.

“More, Cutter, more,” she pleaded.

Of course, she wants more. His rep preceded him wherever he went in the circuit of motorcycle clubs. He was a magnet for a certain kind of woman with a certain desire. It was common for brothers to deal with women wanting to be their old lady or baby mama, but he got it twice as bad. Women knew about a biker named Cutter, and his knack for satisfying a woman’s kink with singular talent. They vied to be one of his “speed-dial bitches.”

“The more you beg, the less you get.”

The energy roaring through his system crashed like a downed Blackhawk. Since Prez got sick, sex left a pile of rubble free-falling into the pit of his stomach. Bracing his arms on the futon, he pushed himself up. Even before Prez, his mind began to wander. He’d switched up his routine, amped up his techniques, but still, he was left worn out. For a man who’d turned thirty a month ago, that was wack.

Buck naked, he disposed of the used condom. He returned from the bathroom, moving around the space and releasing Mandy from the ropes around her wrists. A kiss on the crown of her head and then he gathered his tools. Following a ritual of cleansing, they were returned to their proper places in the drawers. Mandy’s lips drew down into a pout. She crawled toward him as he stood by the plastic drawer storage that doubled as a night table and grabbed his hand. Christ, her antics.

Swiping the underside of her breast, he instructed, “Time to go, babe, I got things to do. Be a good girl and drag your panties over that sweet, blistering ass. Make sure the elastic band scrapes up my marks real good.” He cupped the back of her neck and gave her a bruising kiss before turning his back to her.

In the bathroom, he twisted the lock. Lifting his head to the cracked mirror above the sink, Cutter took a hard look at himself. He scratched the prickly scruff on his jaw. Been a while since he’d shaved. His deep-set eyes made him look rough enough without adding facial hair. He liked to keep things easy. Chill, relaxed, mellow. Those were the words people used to describe him. Except in the bedroom, where he exercised absolute control over women. He was the yang to their yin.

About Monique

Growing up in New York City, I used to walk the hot pavements in the melting heat of the long summers, and dream. Uptown to downtown, Eastside to the Westside, and underground to catch a subway racing out into the boroughs.

During my wanderings, my magic pencil spun out fantasies full of romance, with first meetings, heartbreaks, and reunions. Sometimes my boy crush (unrequited, of course) starred as the hero.

I grew up, and after a stint in art school, became a lawyer ‘cuz a woman’s got to live. I came from parents who fled to France as refugees, and as an attorney, I dedicated my work to helping survivors of trauma and persecution.

I believe in them. In their grit, in their determination to hold on, to pull through and, somehow, someway, to keep themselves, body and soul, intact.

Perhaps that is why I am drawn to writing stories of men and women who live through heart-rending pain, desperate yearnings and, ultimately, a place of redemption.

I, myself, fought the urge to get off the expected, safe path for a long time. Until one day I couldn’t go on unless I took a chance and made a change. I began to write, stopped, and began again … and again until

I gave in to it and here I am.

Come join me on my journey as a debut author.

Find Monique Online!
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New Release ~ Kingdom’s Reign ~ by ~ Monique Moreau

Kingdom’s Reign by Monique Moreau is NOW LIVE!
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A grieving biker. A love jaded attorney. Can they heal each other’s wounds?

Since the death of his patch brother, Kingdom has felt nothing but rage and loss. Until, he meets Sage on a trip to a tattoo shop to get fresh ink for his fallen brother. She’s sexy. Brilliant. And exactly the kind of challenge that makes him ache. If asked whether he deserves her, Kingdom’s straight-up answer would be, hell no. But, nothing will stop him from taking what’s his. Not even her.

Being a no-nonsense defense attorney, the second Sage caught her fiancé cheating she’d sworn off men. While breaking that rule for a tatted up member of an MC seems like a monumentally bad idea, she can’t fight her attraction to Kingdom. When he invites her on a ride, she finds herself wanting so much more. Sage yearns to indulge in one of the sexiest and most dangerous men she’s met, but fears risking her battered heart.

Can the unlikely pair help each other move on from the wounds of the past? Or will club tensions with a rival MC find a way to use their weaknesses against them?

About Monique

Growing up in New York City, I used to walk the hot pavements in the melting heat of the long summers, and dream. Uptown to downtown, Eastside to the Westside, and underground to catch a subway racing out into the boroughs.

During my wanderings, my magic pencil spun out fantasies full of romance, with first meetings, heartbreaks, and reunions. Sometimes my boy crush (unrequited, of course) starred as the hero.

I grew up, and after a stint in art school, became a lawyer ‘cuz a woman’s got to live. I came from parents who fled to France as refugees, and as an attorney, I dedicated my work to helping survivors of trauma and persecution.

I believe in them. In their grit, in their determination to hold on, to pull through and, somehow, someway, to keep themselves, body and soul, intact.

Perhaps that is why I am drawn to writing stories of men and women who live through heart-rending pain, desperate yearnings and, ultimately, a place of redemption.

I, myself, fought the urge to get off the expected, safe path for a long time. Until one day I couldn’t go on unless I took a chance and made a change. I began to write, stopped, and began again … and again until

I gave in to it and here I am.

Come join me on my journey as a debut author.

Find Monique Online!
Facebook: https://bit.ly/3jYl3Br
Goodreads: https://bit.ly/3gmIxOa
Instagram: https://bit.ly/3gyidB3
Website: https://moniquemoreau.com

Excerpt Reveal ~ Kingdom’s Reign ~ by ~ Monique Moreau

Kuttes on for Kingdom!
Keep reading for the sizzle when Kingdom meets Sage.
Kingdom’s Reign by Monique Moreau arrives September 1st!

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BLURB:

A grieving biker. A love jaded attorney. Can they heal each other’s wounds?

Since the death of his patch brother, Kingdom has felt nothing but rage and loss. Until, he meets Sage on a trip to a tattoo shop to get fresh ink for his fallen brother. She’s sexy. Brilliant. And exactly the kind of challenge that makes him ache. If asked whether he deserves her, Kingdom’s straight-up answer would be, hell no. But, nothing will stop him from taking what’s his. Not even her.

Being a no-nonsense defense attorney, the second Sage caught her fiancé cheating she’d sworn off men. While breaking that rule for a tatted up member of an MC seems like a monumentally bad idea, she can’t fight her attraction to Kingdom. When he invites her on a ride, she finds herself wanting so much more. Sage yearns to indulge in one of the sexiest and most dangerous men she’s met, but fears risking her battered heart.

Can the unlikely pair help each other move on from the wounds of the past? Or will club tensions with a rival MC find a way to use their weaknesses against them?

Chapter One – Kingdom

“What’s your name, girl?”

“My name is Sage,” she huffed. “But FYI, I haven’t been a girl for quite some time.”

Kingdom grinned. Her gaze jumped to the dimple at the side of his lips. He’d never liked it, but he had to admit it was useful with the women.

“I stand corrected.” He let his eyes wander all over her in an unhurried fashion. “You’re all woman.”

Heat tinged her cheekbones, but she gave him a noncommittal shrug. He spotted the flare of interest in her eyes. It caught fire and smoldered in his belly. Kingdom braced the counter with one hand and leaned toward her ever so slightly. He was pleased when her body gravitated toward him like an animal seeking refuge with one of its own kind.

Evading his blatant come-on, Sage said conversationally, “Most people don’t ask for advice. It’s a shame to waste Angel’s talent with boring tattoos like butterflies or the Grim Reaper.”

He pulled away and countered in mock offense, “GR is not boring.”

Again, he noticed that when he moved away from her, she instinctively inclined toward him before she briskly hauled herself upright.

“You may have a point,” she concurred. “A woman came in the other day with a drawing she made for a tattoo of butterflies in flight. The butterfly at the base of her spine was in a pencil outline. Each subsequent butterfly circling up her spine became more detailed and colored. The last one, just below her neck, burst out in Technicolor. I thought it was a beautiful representation her personal journey of transformation. Her manner of interpreting the idea was touching.” Sage scrunched her nose. “I doubt the average woman wants a caterpillar and chrysalis on her back for her entire life.”

Kingdom chased her expressions and gestures as she relayed her story. He had stopped listening to specific words, instead tuning into the vibrant thrumming energy between them. A fierce, unexplainable sensation lashed against the sides of his ribs. His fingers snagged the edges of his leather vest and gripped them hard.

There was an affinity between them, no doubt, but he had no template for instant connections. Fascination lured him in, not with cut-offs revealing butt cheeks like the club women, but with her odd mix of softness and intensity. She had an air of innocence mixed with a passion he’d forgotten existed. In his world, innocence died a swift death.

“What about skulls?” he suggested just to keep her luscious lips moving and the smart words flying from her mouth.

Sage’s pursed her lips in distaste. “Not a big fan. I tend to like pretty things.”

“You don’t say. That’s ’cause you’re a pretty thing.” He angled his head, his gaze lingering on her.

She fidgeted under the weight of his perusal. Quickly, her head dipped down at his compliment, embarrassment splashing pink across her cheeks. Other than her blush, she refused to acknowledge his flirtation. Twice now.

Bitches always, and he meant always, responded to him. Hell, he didn’t put effort into baggin’ women, especially civilians. Most times, hangers-on were the worst. They didn’t know how to play the game. Got clingy.

He couldn’t put words to why this woman affected him. Surprisingly, he didn’t mind so much, but it was beneath the Vice President of the Demon Squad to show undue interest in any female, much less one separate from his world.

About Monique

Growing up in New York City, I used to walk the hot pavements in the melting heat of the long summers, and dream. Uptown to downtown, Eastside to the Westside, and underground to catch a subway racing out into the boroughs.

During my wanderings, my magic pencil spun out fantasies full of romance, with first meetings, heartbreaks, and reunions. Sometimes my boy crush (unrequited, of course) starred as the hero.

I grew up, and after a stint in art school, became a lawyer ‘cuz a woman’s got to live. I came from parents who fled to France as refugees, and as an attorney, I dedicated my work to helping survivors of trauma and persecution.

I believe in them. In their grit, in their determination to hold on, to pull through and, somehow, someway, to keep themselves, body and soul, intact.

Perhaps that is why I am drawn to writing stories of men and women who live through heart-rending pain, desperate yearnings and, ultimately, a place of redemption.

I, myself, fought the urge to get off the expected, safe path for a long time. Until one day I couldn’t go on unless I took a chance and made a change. I began to write, stopped, and began again … and again until

I gave in to it and here I am.

Come join me on my journey as a debut author.

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