




From New York Times bestseller L.P. Dover comes a story of passion, revenge, and twisted manipulation.













“So, no problems on the way home?” he asked, turning to face us.
“Nope. We got away clean.”
“And that?” he jerked his thumb at the back.
I cringed slightly. “He had an…” I glanced over at Eli for the best wording.
“An adverse reaction to the mummy.”
“Right,” I nodded.
“Like…he touched it and broke out in hives?”
“Don’t even say that shit,” Eli said quickly, keeping his voice low. “He already thinks we’re all under some ancient Egyptian curse. We don’t need to put any more thoughts in his head.”
Cash crossed his arms over his chest and looked at us inquiringly. “And why does he think he’s under a curse?”
I snorted, not even sure how to answer that. “He just started freaking out because we made him sit in the back with the sarcophagus. Then he started reading out ancient curses and it spiraled out of control from there.”
“So…nothing actually happened.”
I shot a look over at Eli, remembering the locusts. Scratching the back of my head, I told him what happened. “Well…when we left the safe house, there might have been a swarm of locusts, and he may have been under the influence of some drugs that may have led him to believe that the swarm was a hell of a lot bigger than it was.”
“How big was it?” he asked, his brows furrowed.
I shrugged lightly, but it was Eli that stepped in. “No more than a ten mile radius.”
“Fifteen at best,” I added.
“That’s…not a swarm. A swarm is literally like…around your head. Christ, no wonder he flipped out. And you hogtied him in the back of the van.”
“What the hell were we supposed to do? He was freaking out.”
“And then you laid him next to the fucking mummy,” he huffed. “Good work. You made your teammate go insane,” he said, clapping us both on the shoulders. “Remind me to never go on a mission with you again.”
He turned to leave. “Hey!” Eli shouted. “What the hell are we supposed to do with the sarcophagus?”
“Why don’t you put it in your room and sleep with it for the night. See how you feel in the morning,” he shouted over his shoulder.
I looked at Eli, still not sure what we were supposed to do with the fucking thing. “So…your room?”





















Recently divorced Prudence Coleman has a new life, a new job, and new goals. She’s getting her life on track now that her manipulative mama’s boy of an ex-husband is a couple hundred miles away. Her new job working with her best friend is a dream come true. She’s taken up bicycling to get her a** back in shape after letting herself go a little bit. The only problem? A jerk named Nate.

Kayt grew up in the midwest surrounded by a loving family, which included three brothers, one sister, and parents who always fostered her creative side.
She wrote her first book when she couldn’t find a story about a certain type of a woman and a specific kind of man. She called it “Game Changer,” and in couldn’t have been a more appropriate title. It changed her life in many ways.
Her author goal is to write stories that romance readers can relate to, while making readers laugh and sometime shed a tear or two. Kayt hopes her readers can escape into a fantasy, one that’s actually possible.
Sure, some of the stories are dubbed “insta-love,” but that’s okay. She fell in love with her husband pretty damn fast and with her daughter the second she saw her.