Monday, June 25, 2018

COVER REVEAL!!- "TS901: DOMINION" by Stacey Rourke & Tish Thawer

!! COVER REVEAL !!
Release Date: 
July 23, 2018

Series: The TS901 Chronicles, Book 2
Genre: New Adult, Dystopian. 37 pages
 Pre-Order Price: $0.99 (at time of post)
Pre-Order Link: Click Here
- SYNOPSIS -
Risen from their literal hole in the ground, Thia, Lance, and her ‘Maly’ brethren have escaped The Hive and now face a full-on war. Welcoming the distraction from her abysmal love life, Thia throws herself into training the troops and claiming Nary bases.

Grateful to be of service again, Evan focuses on maneuvering their forces while fighting to break the icy bonds of betrayal still clutching Thia’s heart.

After a startling vision by his mother, Lance learns that Gigi is alive and trapped within The Hill. Now, he will stop and nothing to save his favorite icy blonde.


Stuck deep in enemy territory, Giselle DuBeau isn’t waiting for anyone to rescue her.

Following her growing abilities, she becomes a force far beyond what her friends knew her to be. Yet, when a threat greater than anything the team has faced arises, Gigi is left to wonder exactly who has Command Control.

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Author's Bios
RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel
Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012
Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013 
Stacey Rourke is the author of the award winning YA Gryphon Series, the chillingly suspenseful Legends Saga, and the romantic comedy Adapted for Film. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head. 
Award Winning Author, Tish Thawer, writes paranormal romances for all ages. From her first paranormal cartoon, Isis, to the Twilight phenomenon, myth, magic, and superpowers have always held a special place in her heart.
Tish is known for her detailed world-building and magic-laced stories. Her work has been compared to Nora Roberts, Sam Cheever, and Charlaine Harris. She has received nominations for multiple RONE Awards (Reward of Novel Excellence), and Author of the Year (Fantasy, Dystopian, Mystery), as well as nominations and wins for Best Cover, and a Reader’s Choice Award.
​Tish has worked as a computer consultant, photographer, and graphic designer, and is a columnist for Gliterary Girl Media and has bylines in RT Magazine and Literary Lunes Magazine. She resides in Colorado with her husband and three wonderful children and is represented by Gandolfo, Helin, and Fountain Literary Management.

Friday, June 22, 2018

Hey, It's A Book Blitz for "The Tory" by T.J. London

by T.J. London

Book 1, in The Rebels and Redcoats Saga
"The Tory"
Genre: Historical Fiction with Romantic Elements. 517 pages.
Price: $1.99 ebook (at time of post)
Book Link: Click Here
- SYNOPSIS -
It is the winter of 1776, and Captain John Carlisle, one of His Majesty’s not-so-finest, is on a secret mission from General Howe. 

In an effort to win back his commission, he must discover the true nature of the relationship between the Six Nations of the Iroquois and the Colonial Army. Undercover as a war profiteer, John travels to the treacherous Mohawk River Valley and infiltrates local society, making friends with those he was sent to betray.

But a chance meeting with a beautiful half Oneida innkeeper, whose tragic history is integrally linked to his own, will provide him with the intelligence he needs to successfully complete his mission—and devastate her people. When a band of thieves thwart his plans and a mysterious adversary from his past resurfaces, hell bent on revenge, he is forced to come face to face with his demons or fail in his mission. 

Now as the flames of war threaten to consume the Mohawk Valley, John has the chance to not only serve King and country, but to clear his name as well. When the truth he uncovers ties his own secrets to those in the highest positions of the British military and noble society, and threatens the very life of the woman he’s come to love, will he be forced make a choice?
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T.J. London is a rebel, liberal, lover, fighter, diehard punk, and Mohawk rockin pharmacist-turned-author who loves history. As an author her goal is to fill in the gaps, writing stories about missing history, those little places that are so interesting yet often forgotten. Her favorite time periods to write in are first and foremost the American Revolutionary War, the French Revolution, the French and Indian War, the Russian Revolution and the Victorian Era.  Her passions are traveling, writing, reading, barre, and sharing a glass of wine with her friends, while she collects experiences in this drama called life.  She is a native of Metropolitan Detroit (but secretly dreams of being a Londoner) and resides there with her husband Fred and her beloved cat Mickey.


Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Hey, It's A Release Blitz for "Whole Lotta Frogs" by Samatha Harris


"Whole Lotta Frogs"
Genre: Contemporary, Romantic Comedy. 302 pages.
Price: $3.99 ebook (at time of post)
Book Link: Click Here


My name is Lennox Brooks and I’ll admit, I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I don’t take the big risks, I cover my insecurities with snark, I’ve shown my crazy a few more times then I would’ve liked, and I’ve been trying, and failing at love pretty much since I first grew tits. 



Weirdos, Mama’s boys, the over-coiffed, and underwhelming, I’ve been out with them all, just read my blog. I’ve got horror stories that would curl your toes and singe your nose hairs, but none of them compare to the toad who started it all, Ellis Walker. 

He was the boy next door, the charming, infuriatingly gorgeous one who broke my heart and disappeared without a trace. Now he’s back and determined to throw my life into chaos, dredging up painful memories just when things were getting good. 

But the thing is there are always two sides to every story.

I’ve spent the better part of my life hating him for everything he put me through, but without that resentment clouding my judgment how will I ever resist him? 

Love is complicated, appearances are deceiving, and sometimes you have to kiss a whole lotta frogs before finding your prince.
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My Rating:  πŸ“”πŸ“”πŸ“”πŸ“”πŸ“”
My Thoughts: Whole Lotta Funny, Chemistry and Frog Drama!🐸

      Loved the way this book was written, being formatted chapter then blog post on said chapter. It was like a funny diary tell all from the main characters perspective. The story feels real because the drama is real, some times one does go through too many frogs before realizing whom their prince really is. 


     Having dated all types of men the internet and apps have to offer, Lennox Brooks, is certain that all she can catch is frogs with no Prince Charming in sight. So when her childhood neighbor the infuriating but distractingly hot, Ellis Walker, comes back into her life and tries to make amends while . . . flirting. Lennox’s high school broken heart can’t take this side of Ellis and is determined not to let him humiliate her again. But Ellis is relentless and while Lennox searches for love, Ellis asks for a chance to be Lennox’s prince. Problem is Lennox will need to decide if she can trust Ellis’ intentions and know he isn’t just messing with her heart. 

     Overall, love the realness of this book and how open Lennox was in her dating woes. In big cities you’d think dating would be easy since there’s so many “options” but truthfully those options are not always the best. Lennox finds out a lot about who she is, what she wants in life and who she wants in the whole process of picking through frogs. Ellis, gawd that man, I’d have kicked him in the nuts too for what he did and how arrogant he was at times, but of course he redeems himself and shows some frogs can actually be annoying but charming prince. So if you want to ready a book about a girl finding herself and her prince while blogging about the mishaps of dating interesting men, this book will entertain you.
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I stepped into an enormous bowl made of trampolines. Bright neon-green padding ran in a grid-like pattern across the entire arena, separating each trampoline into its own little rectangle. The springy black fabric covered every available surface, including the walls.

I stepped down into the closest square, giving it a test bounce, and smiled. It doesn’t matter how old you get. It’s impossible not to smile when bouncing on a trampoline. 

We had the entire bowl to ourselves. I could still hear the music and the screaming, but it sounded distant and not nearly as deafening. 

Ellis bounced back and forth from square to square, the squeaking of the springs mixed with my own tentative steps. 

“Is this part of your plan?” I asked. 

Ellis stopped jumping and rested his hands on his hips to catch his breath. “I could’ve gone with the clichΓ© dinner and movie, but I figured you could use a little bit of fun.” 

I laughed. “You’re right. I could use some fun. I’ve been a little stressed since this guy from my past came back into my life and won’t leave me alone.” 

Ellis shrugged. “Maybe he likes you.” 

I laughed and jumped to another square. “He thinks he does.” 

“Trust me, Len. He knows.” 

“Okay, so what’s next? Or was your grand plan to make me work out against my will.” 

Ellis held up one finger and disappeared through the curtain of netting, only to reappear with a bag of bright red balls. 

“What is that?” 

“I was thinking about what you said about me torturing you when we were younger. I was a punk kid trying to get the attention of the girl he liked, but I get how it may not have felt that way to you.” He dropped the bag at my feet and turned it upside down, emptying six rubber balls at my feet. “This is your chance to get me back.” 

Ellis made his way to the other side of the bowl and opened his arms. “Let me have it, Len. All I ask is that you don’t aim for the face.” 

“You want me to hit you?” 

“If you’re ever going to give us a chance, you need to let go of the past, and if this is what it takes to get you to forgive me then so be it. I’m willing to take the hit.” 

I picked up a ball, testing the weight in my hands and eyeing him as he stood, arms wide open, feet spread apart, muscles tense and prepared for impact. 

I wanted to hit him. I really did. But I am an adult, and adults don’t solve problems by hurling rubber projectiles. 

“I can’t,” I said. “This is childish.” 

“You scared?” he asked that trademark smirk of his spread wide across his face. 

“I’m not scared. This is stupid.” 

“I agree, but continuing to punish me for the mistakes I made as a kid is also pretty stupid.” 

Anger welled inside of me and I drew back, hurling the ball as hard as I could toward his chest. The ball hit its target with a loud thud and bounced away. 

Victory swelled inside my chest. 

“See?” Ellis said. “Feeling a little vindicated, aren’t you?” 

“Shut up,” I said, hurling the next ball toward him.
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Samatha “Sam” Harris lives near Baltimore, Maryland with her husband David and daughter Ava. Born in Florida, she migrated north which most people agree was a little backwards. She has been an artist all of her life, a Tattoo Artist for more than ten years, and a storyteller since she was a kid. 

Sam has a slightly unhealthy love for Frank Sinatra, classic movies, and Jazz and Blues music, but her first love will always be reading. From Romance, to Thrillers, to Historical Fiction and everything in between, she loves to become a part of the story. As a writer she tells the stories that she would want to read.





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Saturday, June 16, 2018

NEW BOOK OUT!!- "All That and a Bag of Chips" by Amber Garza

!! NEW RELEASE !!
by Amber Garza
Author's Links: Amazon PageFacebookTwitterBlog.
Penned Series: Playing For Keeps, Unexpected Love Series, Prowl Trilogy, Star Struck Series, Delaney's Gift Series, Break Free and Break Through. 
as well as single novels: Cuts Run Deep, Falling to Pieces, The Summer We Fell, Engraved, Head Above Water, Mark My Words, and Until the Sun Burns Out.
"All That and a Bag of Chips"
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Romance/Time Travel.
Price: $3.99 ebook (at time of post)
Book Link: Click Here
- SYNOPSIS -
When Remy fell asleep last night, it was 2018. This morning she woke up in 1993. 
She knows it’s her fault. Over the weekend, a picture of her boyfriend kissing another girl was splashed all over social media. Talk about epic humiliation. It made her wish she could go back to a time when there were no smartphones. 
But she never imagined it would come true. 
Now everything is different, including her friendship with her neighbor Nick. He’d never noticed her before. But now he’s looking at her in a new way.
Almost like he thinks she’s all that and a bag of chips. 
But will he feel that way when they return to 2018?
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Friday, June 15, 2018

SERIES $ALE- "The Dark Cycle" (3 Book Series)

 SERIES ON $ALE 

"The Dark Cycle Series"
(Darkness Brutal, Darkness Fair, Darkness Savage)
by Rachel A. Marks
Price dropped as of June 14, 2018
from $4.99 to $1.99 (that's a 60% Price Drop)
Book Series Link: Click Here
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FREEBIE Alert!! - "Nora & Kettle"

 FREEBIE 
"Nora & Kettle"
(A Paper Stars Novel, Book 1)
by Lauren Nicolle Taylor
Price dropped as of June 14, 2018
from $4.99 to $0 FREE (that's a 100% Price Drop)
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NEW BOOK OUT!!- "Blizzard" by Cambria Hebert

!! NEW RELEASE !!
by Cambria Hebert
Author Links: WebsiteFacebookTwitterInstagram, Goodreads.
Penned Series: The Death Escorts SeriesThe Take It Off Series, The Heaven and Hell Series, Gearshark Series, Amnesia Duetsand  Public Enemy Novels.
 AND single novels such as: Distant Desires and Blank.

Book 2, in The BearPaw Resort Series
"BLIZZARD"
Genre:  Adult, Sports, Romance, Suspense, Thriller. 351 pages.
Price: $3.99 ebook (at time of post)
Book Link: Click Here
- SYNOPSIS -
An arctic blast is coming… 

 Fleeing to the wintry town of Caribou was always meant to be temporary, BearPaw Resort just a place to hide.

 Never in a million years did I expect that running back to the past would bring me face to face with my future.

  But it did, and now everyone I love is in danger. 

I’ve already escaped death three times, and I know my luck is running out. 

 I’m left looking over my shoulder, watching and waiting, knowing they’re coming.

 But when? 

 Hiding is impossible when the mob wants you erased, and I love Liam far too much to try to disappear. 

 The more time I spend with him, the more I realize how much he needs me.

 A darkness lurks inside him, and the colder it gets, the more I see it in his eyes. 

So here I am, more afraid than ever before. 

 Giving up isn’t an option. Giving in will get us killed. 

A blizzard is brewing on our mountain, more frigid than anything we’ve ever felt. 

 With everything we ever wanted at stake, the only option is to fight. 

 When life turns arctic… 

 Who will survive the blast?
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EXCERPT
Chapter 1: Bellamy 
The days of me sleeping through everything, including a zombie apocalypse, were over. Now I could pretty much be summoned awake by a single drip of the bathroom sink. In the neighbor’s house.

It wasn’t a leaky sink that woke me up today. Or any other number of sounds that might be unfamiliar to me in this new house.
No, today I was awoken because I was being stared at.
Cracking open an eye, I glanced beside me and was met with a giant, furry head right beside mine. The second Charlie saw me glance in his direction, his big tail beat on the floor in greeting. I made a small sound, but didn’t move. The St. Bernard was not to be put off. His head, which was already resting on the mattress, scooted closer, and he blew a giant cloud of dog breath in my face.
“That’s so disrespectful,” I told him.
His tail beat more rapidly against the floor, and a low whine vibrated his throat.
Sitting up, sleep still clinging to my brain, I scanned the bedroom, and a rush of warmth wrapped around me. Getting woken up by major dog breath at an early hour wasn’t so bad when you got to wake up to a dream.
Imagine that. I didn’t go to sleep to dream; I woke up instead.
Strands of wavy blond hair fell over my shoulder, brushing against my cheek when I looked to the side at Liam. He was sleeping soundly, his strong features relaxed, his light-brown hair tousled and falling over his forehead. One of his arms was thrown out toward me, and the other was folded over his abdomen.
The dog lumbered over to the bedroom door and stared back. I held up my finger, telling him to wait just a minute, then pulled the blankets up closer around Liam. Brushing back a lock of his hair, I smiled down. I still couldn’t believe I was here. With him.
Even though life was crazy as hell, scary, and probably about to get even more complicated, I still couldn’t help but feel awed by his presence. I felt lucky. Lucky to have gotten a second chance with my first love. My only love.
Brushing a barely there kiss across his brow, I left the bedroom, following closely behind Charlie until we reached the door leading out into the snow.
He burst out with a joyful bark, and I giggled, watching him romp off the deck and into the yard. I put on a pot of coffee, anticipating the fragrant scent of the brew, went back to the door, and called out for Charlie. He glanced up, a pile of snow on his nose, and shook his head, making it scatter everywhere.
Clearly, he wasn’t ready to come back inside.
Briefly, I entertained the idea of making breakfast for Liam, but since it had only been two days since coming home from the hospital, and during that time we hadn’t left the cabin at all, the kind of breakfast I wanted to make him wasn’t an option. That would require grocery shopping.
Instead, I poured myself a mug of still-brewing coffee, adding a touch of cream and sugar to it. Carrying it to the living room, I turned on the fireplace. I’d never lived anywhere with a fireplace. There was something about it that was just so homey.
My eyes strayed from the flickering flames to the thin laptop lying on the coffee table nearby. Curiosity killed the cat. Wasn’t that the saying? I forced my eyes away from the device and back to the crackling fire.
I’m not a cat.
And technically, wasn’t my life already in limbo?
Glancing toward the hallway and back to where Liam lay sleeping, I made a frustrated sound and blew out a breath. Abruptly, I turned from the mantel, stuffed the laptop beneath my arm, and went back into the kitchen. At the island, I set down the mug and opened the computer and powered it on. As it was booting up, I opened the door, and Charlie came barreling in, skidded around the island, and plopped into a prim sitting position. His eyes were expectant, and I grinned.
Practically climbing over his giant, furry body, I grabbed the treats and handed him a large, wavy one. It was supposed to look like bacon. It actually kinda did.
I didn’t have to tell him to lie down because the second I handed over the snack, he slid onto the floor to chomp away.
Once I was on the barstool, I called up the net browser and then typed in what I wanted. My stomach clenched. The entire time, my mind told me to turn back and that I knew better than this.
Okay. So yeah. I knew better. And I sort of felt bad for searching up my boyfriend on the internet. But I was also dying of curiosity.
Ha! Maybe that’s why curiosity killed the cat! Maybe he didn’t investigate when he should have, and he died of suspense!
See? It was just further proof that I needed to do this.
After all of Liam and Alex’s conversations without words, every look they exchanged when his knee was brought up, and then hearing what the doctor said to him at the hospital… I had to know.
Hell, I felt bad I didn’t.
I’d come plowing into Liam’s life here at BearPaw. We’d barely had time to catch our breath. Liam took my problems on as if they weren’t life and death. He coaxed out everything horrible about my past.
How did I repay him?
By knowing nothing about him and his life.
I knew he loved me. I felt it.
Was I really worthy of Liam’s love?
I wanted to be. Desperately. So much so that here I was creeping around like a stalker to find out exactly what happened with his knee and how he lost his career.
True, he said we would talk. I knew he would tell me everything I wanted to know. Maybe if I knew a little, then talking about it wouldn’t be so hard. It was beyond clear to me that it was going to be hard for him to open up about it.
Add that to the fact we still had to have a conversation with his parents… It just didn’t seem like the time to bring up this stuff. He had enough on his plate.
Olympic Medalist Liam Mattison suffers major setback!
Record-setting Olympic snowboarder career on ice?
Liam Mattison surgery forces retirement.
The golden boy spiraling into darkness.
No More Medals!
The headlines I scrolled through were harsh. Article after article snowballed on top of the other, burying all the amazing press on everything he’d accomplished in the past eight years.
I should have been paying attention. I shouldn’t have let my own life keep me from checking in on him.
My shoulders slumped as I stared at the screen. Even if I had known, what could I have done? It seemed our lives blew up around the same time. I would have wanted to be there for him, but it would have been impossible. Not only was I in hiding, but back then, I’d still thought he’d played me. I didn’t know he’d missed me just as much as I missed him.
So much lost time. So many missed opportunities.
Tugging the mug across the counter, I cradled it in my palms, allowing the heat of the coffee to seep into my skin. I didn’t want to read these articles. The headlines alone made my teeth clench. They were all written by someone else.
By a stranger who didn’t know Liam. By a reporter just regurgitating what they’d heard or what “sources” had revealed.
I wanted the genuine truth. I wanted the words and feelings straight from Liam.
If I couldn’t see how it all went down myself, then I would have him, the only eyewitness who could tell me.
See how it went down… The thought echoed around my brain.
My eyes flashed up to the laptop. Quickly, my fingers flew over the keyboard as I called up something else.
WATCH: The day Liam Mattison’s career died.
I almost slammed the lid of the device closed when I saw the title of the video. But the thumbnail kept me captivated. It was Liam dressed in full-on boarding gear: black snow pants, bright-white jacket, a black helmet, and silver goggles. Not one inch of his skin was exposed. There was a board strapped to his feet, and he was midair.
His body was suspended above the halfpipe, the board up high, his hand gripping the edge.
Even if his name wasn’t in the title, even without one inch of his body or face exposed, I knew. Liam had a way about him when he boarded. There was something almost majestic and joyful about the way he controlled a snowboard, the way he seemed to bend with the wind and become part of the mountain when he competed.
I’d never been to see him live. For years, I’d watch his competitions online from the secrecy of my own home.
Ah, he was something. Watching him cut through powder, flip his body into the air, and soar, it gave me chills. I could only imagine what it had been like to be on the mountain while he was competing.
I thought about the way he looked in the hospital when the doctor told him his ACL was stretched. About how he’d asked, stiff-lipped, about his chances for the pros.
Was Liam planning to return to snowboarding?
Had that been his plan along?
I didn’t know. I loved him, and I didn’t know.
I tapped on the video so it would play.
Announcer one: “Next up, we have the current reigning king of snowboarding. Liam Mattison has held the title for the best snowboarder in the world for nearly two years now.”
Announcer two: “I have to say, Tony, it’s a wonder the snow doesn’t melt beneath this guy when he boards. He’s just that good. He’s been on an all-time career high since coming off the Olympics last year and bringing home the gold for the second time.”
As I listened to the announcers, I stared at Liam, who was preparing for his run. The goggles were already over his eyes, the helmet securely in place. I watched him bend down to check his board, then stand back up and adjust the goggle straps. The black material covering the lower portion of his face dropped, and my belly dipped at the glimpse of familiar light-brown stubble and full lower lip.
He turned to say something to the person standing nearby, and he grinned. The camera stayed with him as he concealed his face and adjusted his gloves. In the background, the crowd cheered and roared. I imagined the cold air swirled around everyone as the bright sun shone down, making the pristine, packed snow glitter.
Before turning his body completely toward the pipe, he fist-bumped the guy standing nearby who wasn’t in frame of the camera.
His shoulders rose and fell with his deep breath.
Announcer one: “And here we go.”
Announcer two: “The way he’s been performing this week, this run will just concrete what we already know. Liam Mattison is a history-making athlete.”
My heart was pounding, the grip around my mug so tight my knuckles began to ache. The sound of his board cutting over the snow as he pushed off and the strength in his thighs and legs as he moved was captivating.
He went into this first move and nailed it perfectly. The announcers’ voices began again, likely singing the praises of the jump, but I was beyond hearing them. All I heard was the pounding of my own pulse as I watched him with my heart lodged in my throat.
Cheers drowned out the announcers, and my own air expelled raggedly when he made the second turn perfectly. But just as soon as the relief and pride came, fear chased it back. I knew what was coming next…
My fingers and knuckles ached again. My shoulders gradually pulled up toward my ears as tension sank its claws into the back of my neck. Liam went airborne again, the board strapped to his feet.
Announcer: “He’s looking a little extended…”
All the sound on the video cut off. It was as if the person who cut the footage knew this moment would have far more impact if there was no one saying anything at all.
No cries of disaster. No exclamations of injury. Not even a quiet recounting of what could have gone wrong.
In a spilt second, everything changed.
Liam was literally at the highlight of his career. At the top of his mountain.
Then all of it was ripped away.
His body dropped to the side of the pipeline, his board catching at the wrong place. He ricocheted back, but not enough. His head cracked off the edge. His body sort of hunched inward but then went taut as he fought for control.
Even after the blow to his head, he still fought for control.
His board hit the snow, and his body jolted. One side seemed to give out, and his leg buckled right under him. He went down. The board dragged behind him as he kept sliding, skidding over the snow. When it stopped, a mist of snow blew around his body.
The audio cut back in, and people were calling out frantically. Several were rushing toward him.
I watched Liam try to sit up, only to crumple back to the snow.
Tears filled my eyes. A horrible pressure sat on my windpipe, and I pressed the heel of my hand against my mouth to keep from crying.
With my free hand, I reached out and hit the screen, pausing the video.
The image frozen on the screen was Liam lying in the snow with a group of concerned people leaning over him.
After a few long moments, in which I sat there and stared watery-eyed at the screen, I pulled the hand away from my mouth and sighed. “Oh, Liam,” I whispered. “I should have been there.”
Movement from the hallway drew my attention, and I glanced up.
Liam pushed off the wall, uncrossed his arms, and levelled me with a steady, unreadable stare. “I’m glad you weren’t.” 

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