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Hello There:

Well, we are eight days into the New Year and I feel rejuvenated! A friend of mine did a beautiful cover for an upcoming book. I feel more anxious than ever to finish the editing on this one and release it to the world! I LOVE the cover, and it makes me feel like it'll give the book a little more substance. She did a wonderful job, and I'll be showing it to you here. First Blurb of the book. 

The book I'll be releasing soon is called First Time Angel. I hope you guys will be checking it out. It's something that's been close to my heart for ten years now. It started out as a book with four chapters. There were four different stories all of a girl named Angel, and ... well ... you see the title. What I did was I greatly expanded it to be an actual story. Yes, the book is erotica, but rather than having a few corny scenes that lead to sex for no reason, I made this one to where lovemaking is the point.

Blurb:

Angel Adams is a 20-year-old college student who is living in Vegas on her own for the first time. Xander Castellanos is the drummer of Angel's favorite band, and one of her closest friends. He is also the divorced father of two small children whom Angel also falls in love with. They are hopelessly attracted to each other and it shows.

More than a Crush: Angel imagines how things could go in her real-life if she lets her true feelings for Xander come to light.

Angel's Prayer: Angel is a slightly younger student about to graduate from a religious school. Xander is one of the frustrated teachers who feels he joined the facility for the wrong reasons.

Grounded: Angel is a college student who lives with Xander and he grounds her for breaking curfew. Xander is a frustrated divorced father and Angel’s guardian.

Raging Thunder: Angel meets a wordless young warrior, Xander a.k.a. "Raging Thunder". 

The fantasies ultimately lead to Angel’s real first time. Does it live up to her fantasies or could it be even better than she imagined? Do they have a longed-for happily ever after?

Cover Art: Tanisha Lanae



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