 
About A LADY’S GUIDE TO SKIRTING SCANDAL
Lady Viola Hextall is bored - of the sea, her chaperones, and the woeful lack of available dukes on the ocean voyage from London to New York. Scrambling for any diversion short of jumping overboard, Viola strikes up a conversation with the ship's rough-hewn, blue-eyed surgeon - and discovers an immediate cure for what ails her... To Nathaniel Shaw, Viola has the bearing of a lady and the spirit of an adventurer - an unlikely combination that he finds utterly irresistible. So he's hoping to convince Viola to leave the stifling ballrooms of London high society behind because there is a big, wide world just waiting for them to explore – together.
Excerpt
“To make a good duchess. No matter what you think, Mr. Shaw, I will be
a duchess one day. I deserve to be a
duchess one day.”
Nate made a disparaging noise. “And is this how you’ve decided to measure
your value – your worth in life, Lady Viola?
By whether or not you become a duchess?”
“What else is there?” She put her hands on her
hips.
Nate felt his own rush of resentment, along
with another pang of scathing disappointment.
“This is exactly why I am leaving England,” he said.
“What? Why?” Viola looked puzzled.
“This antiquated viewpoint that some of us are
better than others based not on merit or intelligence or courage, but based
only on an accident of birth.”
“But—”
“Do you know how they select officers for the
army, Lady Viola?”
“I’m not sure if—”
“They are selected based on their titles and
their purchase of a commission.”
“Well, of course—”
“Do you know what happens when officers are
given command of men not because they are qualified in the art of war, but
because their names were preceded by a title?”
She was looking up at him now, startled, no
doubt, by the bitterness that even he could hear in his words.
“Surgeons like me deal with the casualties
resulting from inexperience and incompetence.” He leaned forward. “And it is such a shameful waste.”
“Why are you telling me this?” she demanded a
little defensively.
“What happens if the duke you choose is a
simpleton?” he asked her. “Or perhaps he
is given to sloth, or drink, or another vice that might make him cruel. To you or to others around him. Will you disregard this to attain the title
that marriage to such a man will give you?”
Viola blinked at him.
“I would have thought that a woman such as you
would want a husband who would admire her.
Respect her. Maybe even love
her.”
“I do,” she said, a little uncertain now.
“But yet those things do not count if they
don’t come with a title?”
“You can’t have everything, Mr. Shaw.”
“So that is what you would choose? Title over happiness? Title over love?” He was provoking her
deliberately.
She was twisting the ribbons of her bonnet in
her fingers now. “You must choose what
is more important, don’t you agree, Mr. Shaw?
And in my world, it isn’t a choice.”
“Then I suggest you consider leaving your
world behind.”
“One cannot simply leave a titled position,
Mr. Shaw.”
Perhaps it was the powerlessness Nate had felt
on the battlefield, his inability to challenge or change such thinking. Perhaps it was the catch of hesitation he
heard in her answer. Either way, an edgy
recklessness gripped him, and he found himself closing the distance between
them, catching her chin in his fingers and tipping her head up to meet his
gaze.
“And what would happen, Lady Viola, if you
found a man who did not have a title, but a man who would worship the ground
upon which you walked?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. “A man who would trade his life for yours
without a second’s thought. A man who
would give anything he owned just for the opportunity to kiss you? Would you turn away from such a man and live
the rest of your life wondering how things might have been if you had chosen
happiness and love?”
“I don’t know.” Her breath was coming in shallow gasps, and
her color was high.
He had proven his point, he knew. He had made her uncomfortable and had dared
her to think. He should step away from
her now and leave her to consider his words, if she was wont to do so. But he couldn’t.
Aside from the recklessness that had clouded his
judgment, there was a woman he had glimpsed within her, one who sat
cross-legged and spoke of frogs and muck.
A woman who he feared he might like very much, should she ever be
allowed to be completely free of the woman who spoke of dukes and parties.
His hand slid from her chin to the back of her
neck, his fingers caressing the silk of her hair. She was watching him now, her beautiful blue
eyes wide. But not afraid. As if she was challenging him to do his
worst.
So he kissed her.
About Kelly Bowen
Kelly Bowen grew up in Manitoba, Canada. She attended the University of Manitoba and earned a Master of Science degree in veterinary physiology and endocrinology. But it was Kelly's infatuation with history and a weakness for a good love story that led her down the path of historical romance. When she is not writing, she seizes every opportunity to explore ruins and battlefields. Currently, Kelly lives in Winnipeg with her husband and two boys, all of whom are wonderfully patient with the writing process. Except, that is, when they need a goalie for street hockey. |
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Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Kelly Bowen’s A LADY’S GUIDE TO SKIRTING SCANDAL Launch Day Blitz
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Launch Day Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Merry Christmas, Baby by Jill Shalvis
 
Wild
child Chloe Thompson can't believe how much things have changed. She still
can't get enough of her sexy husband Sawyer, but he seems to prefer working
to impending fatherhood. So tonight, a very pregnant Chloe is escaping her
troubles at the town Christmas party.
Sheriff Sawyer Thompson hopes surprising Chloe at the party will give him a chance to set things right. But as the snow begins to fall and the wind rages, he wonders whether he can make it back in time. While mother nature conspires to keep Sawyer and Chloe apart, an unexpected arrival will require them to kiss and make up . . . and ring in the happiest holiday Lucky Harbor has ever seen.
Excerpt
“It’s
only a week,” he said, and Chloe jumped.
He
was at her side again, all lethal stealth. He set her fast-acting asthma
inhaler on the nightstand for easy reach and then her cell phone, which he’d
no doubt charged for her since she’d forgotten. His bag hung from his
shoulder, and he watched her from those fathomless eyes. If she looked
closely she could see the gold flecks in them. Sometimes, when he laughed,
those flecks danced.
But
they were still now.
As
still as the man watching her.
“I
know,” she murmured. “Just a week. You’ll be back for the town Christmas
party. You promised to take me.”
His
jaw went a little tight. Parties weren’t exactly Mr. Social’s thing. “We
talked about this,” he said.
“Yes,
and you agreed to take me.”
He
shook his head. “I said it wasn’t a great idea, you exerting the energy to
dress up and go to a crowded event.”
“I’m
not a piece of china,” she said.
“No
one would ever mistake you for one,” he responded, and she was pretty sure it
wasn’t a compliment.
“But,”
he went on in that voice of steel, “you’re eight months pregnant and suffer
debilitating asthma. Give yourself a damn break.”
“I’ve
had one,” she said. “Maddie and Tara won’t even let me work at my own spa. I
need to get out, Sawyer. I need to see people.” Before her life changed
forever… “I’m going.”
“I’ll
be back,” was all he said.
“And
the party?”
“We’ll
see.”
Not
exactly a promise, but then again he was careful never to promise anything he
couldn’t deliver. His word, when he gave it, was good as gold.
He
lifted her chin and looked into her eyes for a long beat. “Dr. Tyler is only
a call away,” he said. “Your sisters are close by. Jax and Ford are in your
speed dials and are on standby for anything.”
Chloe’s
obstetrician was wonderful, and so were her sisters Maddie and Tara and their
husbands—Sawyer’s BFFs Jax and Ford. But if there was an emergency, it wasn’t
any of them that Chloe wanted.
It
was the tall testosterone and attitude-ridden man standing in front of her,
already long gone given the look on his face.
“I
want you to take care,” he said.
“You
heard what Dr. Tyler said the last time we were in her office for false
labor.” She patted her belly. “The Bean’s in for the long haul.”
“I
meant you,” Sawyer said. “Take care of you.”
Coming
from him, the words were tantamount to a shouted vow of love, and they moved
her as only Sawyer could. “Always,” she promised, softening. “And what about
you?”
“I
haven’t had any labor pains, false or otherwise,” he deadpanned.
That
got a laugh out of her.
He
smiled but it faded quickly. “You know you can text or email me, and that
I’ll call when I can,” he said. “And if anything happens—anything at all,
Chloe—I can be back here in two hours.”
“Anything?”
she asked playfully, trying to lighten the mood, using a voice that once upon
a time would’ve made him kick off his shoes and strip and crawl back into bed
with her, the hell with obligation and responsibility.
“I’ll
be here.” He met her gaze, his own serious. “Always.”
An
alarm on his watch beeped. He turned it off without taking his eyes from her.
She
blew out a breath. “You’ve gotta go.”
He
touched her face. “Chloe—”
She
closed her eyes and turned her jaw into his touch. “I know,” she said. “And
it’s okay. It’s all going to be okay.”
She
just hoped that was true.
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Tuesday, July 29, 2014
FIRST TIME IN PRINT LAUNCH DAY BLITZ, EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY!! UNSTOPPABLE BY SHANNON RICHARD
Title: Unstoppable (A Country Roads Novel, #3)
Author: Shannon Richard
Publisher/Publication Date: Forever Mass Market, July 29, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About UNSTOPPABLE
Author: Shannon Richard
Publisher/Publication Date: Forever Mass Market, July 29, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About UNSTOPPABLE
Some things you don't dare let go . . .
Melanie O'Bryan knows life is too short to be afraid of taking chances. And former Air Force sergeant Bennett Hart is certainly worth taking a chance on. He's agreed to help her students with a school project, but she's hoping the handsome handyman will offer her a whole lot more. Yet despite his heated glances and teasing touches, Mel senses there's something holding him back . . . Bennett Hart is grateful to be alive and back home in Mirabelle, Florida. Peaceful and uncomplicated-that's all he's looking for. Until a spunky, sexy-as-hell teacher turns his life upside down. After one smoldering kiss, Bennett feels like he's falling without a parachute. But with memories of his past threatening to resurface, he'll have to decide whether to keep playing it safe, or take the biggest risk of all.
Excerpt
Oh God, who was she kidding? She’d never felt this way about
any man before. Bennett was…well, infuriating to start with, but he was brave,
smart, kind, funny, intense. There was nothing like having his full attention
focused on her. He gave her way more than butterflies. It was like eagles were
flapping around in her stomach whenever he was around. There were no flutters.
They were freaking tidal waves.
Yeah, getting over Bennett was going to be way easier said
than done.
Mel headed toward the supply closet at the back of her
classroom where she locked up her purse in a filling cabinet. She grabbed the
key and unlocked the top drawer, pulled out her purse, and slammed the drawer
shut. When she turned around Bennett was standing in the doorway. Filling it completely.
Mel stopped short and stared at him. His eyes were focused on her, the
determination in them making all of the thoughts vacate her brain.
“I can’t leave you alone.” He came into the room and shut
the door behind him. “And I’m not playing games.” He crossed the small space.
“Or at least I’m not trying to.” He shook his head. “I think about you all the
time.” He stopped in front of her, took the purse out of her hands, and put it
on top of the filing cabinet. Then he reached up and touched her cheek. His
fingers fanned out as he pushed his hand to the back of her head and tilted her
face up.
Holy hell, what is
happening?
She looked into his eyes, and her knees went just a little
bit weak. She reached back and planted her hands against the wall, trying to
find some balance, something to keep her upright, because she really didn’t
want to miss this.
“Because I am
interested in you, Mel.” He cupped her face with his other hand and ran his
thumb across her lower lip. “Very interested.” He leaned forward and pressed
his mouth to hers.
The kiss was soft and gentle at first, just his lips against
hers. He took another step into her, pushing her back. When she hit the wall
she gasped, and Bennett took advantage of her open mouth. He sucked her bottom
lip into his mouth, and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her throat.
She plastered herself up against him, against every inch of
his hard body. Her arms wound around his shoulders; her hands skittered up the
back of his head. She opened her mouth further and his tongue touched hers.
Bennett groaned as their tongues began a thorough exploration of each other’s
mouths.
His hands were at the back of her head, his fingers deftly
pulling out the pins that held up her bun. And then he was unwinding her hair,
his hands plunging deep into her unruly curls.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he said against her
mouth. “These curls of yours drive me out of my mind.”
“What stopped you?” She nipped at his lower lip.
“Pure stupidity,” he said, as he claimed her mouth again.
Holy cow, can this man
kiss. I feel it everywhere, and do I mean everywhere! He had her toes
curling in her shoes, all manner of body parts tingling where they were pushed
up against his, and his hands were magic in her hair. One of his hands drifted
down to her side. He touched her hip for a second before his hand slid to the
small of her back. He held her to him, but really, she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Mel,” a voice called out from her classroom. “Are you
here?”
There were only a few things that could bring Mel back to
reality with the snap of a finger. The sound of her little brother’s voice was
definitely one of them.
“Oh crap, it’s Hamilton,” Mel gasped, pulling back. Bennett’s
hand was behind her head, and it prevented her from hitting the wall. “I’ll be
right out!” she answered Hamilton, unable to completely cover up the breathy
edge to her voice.
Bennett nodded. He let go of her reluctantly, and took a
step back. “You’re going to have to give me a minute before I can go out
there,” he said, clearing his throat uncomfortably.
“Oh,” she said, nodding. “Um, okay.”
Actually, she was going to need a minute, too. She knew her
hair was everywhere, and she had a feeling Bennett’s scruffy jaw had left its
fair share of marks on her face. Not to mention her thoroughly swollen lips.
Soooo worth it.
About Shannon Richard
Shannon Richard grew up in the Florida Panhandle as the baby sister of two overly protective but loving brothers. She was raised by a more than somewhat eccentric mother, a self-proclaimed vocabularist who showed her how to get lost in a book and a father who passed on his love for coffee and really loud music. She graduated from Florida State University with a BA in English Literature and still lives in Tallahassee where she battles everyday life with writing, reading, and a rant every once in a while. Okay, so the rants might happen on a regular basis. She's still waiting for her Southern, scruffy, Mr. Darcy, and in the meantime writes love stories to indulge her overactive imagination. Oh, and she's a pretty big fan of the whimsy.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Launch Day Blitz: Undeniable by Shannon Richard
 
About UNDENIABLE
Grace
King knows two things for certain: she loves working at her grandmother's
café and she loves the hunky town sheriff. She always has. As she bakes him
sweet treats, Grace fantasizes about helping him work up an appetite all
night long. But whenever she thinks she's finally getting somewhere, he whips
out some excuse to escape. Growing up, he never looked twice at her. Now
Grace won't rest until she has Jax's undivided attention. Jaxson Anderson
can't deny that his best friend's kid sister is the sexiest woman in
Mirabelle, Florida. Unwilling to burden Grace with his painful past, Jax
keeps the sassy blonde at arm's length. Yet one heated kiss crumbles all of
his carefully built defenses. But when a town secret surfaces, threatening to
destroy everything they have believed in, can the man who defended Grace from
bullies as a child protect her now?
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Excerpt
Grace
threw the bag down onto the counter and looked up at him. “Are you honestly
going
to stand there and tell me that this clueless persona you have going on is the real deal? Are you
honestly going to tell me that you have no
idea?”
“No
idea about what?”
“You
want to know why I got upset last night?” Grace asked, marching over to him.
“Why it
infuriates me that you treat me like a little sister?” she shouted,
shoving his chest hard. He was
surprised by it and he fell a step backward. “I don’t have
sisterly feelings for you, Jaxson; I don’t
and I never will. But you’re too
blind and stubborn to see what’s standing right in front of you!”
It
was then Jax did the most impulsive thing he’d ever done in his life. He knew
exactly
where the impulse came from; he’d had the desire for years. He just wasn’t sure how the
overwhelming need overran all of his sense. He grabbed
Grace before he even realized what
he was doing. He gripped her elbows and
brought her body flush up against his. His mouth
came down hard on hers. She
inhaled, startled, and Jax took full advantage of the tiny opening
of her
mouth, dipping his tongue in and finding hers.
Holy shit.
Never
in his life had Jax kissed a girl and felt like his whole body was on fire,
burning from
the inside out. This was incredible, like nothing he’d ever known.
She was warm, and sweet,
and soft. How could the inside of someone’s mouth feel
this way? Taste this good?
Grace
sighed in pleasure as her body relaxed against his. Her arms wound around his
neck. He wrapped his hands around her waist as he walked her backward. When her back hit the counter he put his hands on her bottom and pulled her up to sit on top of it, their mouths never breaking.
Holy shit, his
hands were on Grace’s ass. Her perfect, incredible ass.
Her
shoes hit the floor a second before she pulled her legs around him, her bare
feet
running up the back of his thighs. Her hands were on his chest, as one of his pulled out the tie in her hair so that he could run his fingers through it. She grabbed on to his side, and her hands slid around and lowered until they were on his butt. She squeezed and he thought he was going to go off, right then and there.
He
pulled away from her mouth, letting his lips travel down the slope of her neck.
How many
times had he fantasized about this? About feeling her soft skin
underneath his lips? God he
loved her neck, the soft delicate space at the
hollow of her throat.
“Jax.”
She said his name with so much need that he abandoned his exploration of her
neck.
He
palmed the back of her head in one of his hands as he slanted his mouth over
hers.
Grace moaned when their tongues found each other again. The sound of it rumbled in Jax’s chest and settled low in his abdomen.
Jax wasn’t sure how long they stayed like
that, wrapped around each other in more ways
than one, before a crackling noise
filled the kitchen. Mary Landers’s voice squawked through
the speaker attached
to Jax’s shirt.
“Seventeen,
what’s your location?”
Jax
pulled back from Grace, both of them breathing hard. Grace’s hair was
everywhere,
courtesy of his hands. She opened her eyes slowly, as if she was
delaying coming back to
reality, but Jax slammed into it hard.
What the hell had
he just done?
*****
Grace
was having an out of body experience. Or at least that was what it felt like.
Jax
had kissed her.
God,
his mouth had been on hers, his hands everywhere, her hands
everywhere. Grace’s
hands had been on Jaxson Anderson’s ass. And it was just as
spectacular as she’d imagined.
But
as Grace brought herself back down to earth, she registered the look on Jax’s
face and
her eyes snapped open as everything inside of her crashed.
He
did not look happy.
“Jax?”
Grace asked, searching his face for something, anything besides the regret that
shone plan as day in his eyes.
He
didn’t answer, just disentangled himself from her as he took a step back. There
was no
warmth in his eyes as he pushed the button on the microphone on his
shoulder. “Seventeen, on
Sandy Beach Drive.”
“Seventeen,
shoplifter at Forty-Nine Brooks Avenue. Deputy needed on location.”
“Ten-four.”
“Jax,”
Grace said, sliding off the counter and taking a step toward him.
“I
have to go,” he said, taking another step back from her.
“You’re
not even going to say anything about what just happened?” she asked, trying to
keep calm.
His
mouth tightened before he shook his head. “It was a mistake. It shouldn’t have
happened.”
Grace
inhaled sharply, pulling back from him like he’d just hit her. And really he
had,
because those words were a slap in the face.
I’m not going to cry. Not in front of him.
So
Grace did the only thing she could do, she walked away from him.
She
stepped around him and pushed through the door out into the café. She closed
her
eyes as she leaned against the wall and tried to breathe past the tightness
in her chest.
It was a mistake.
She
reached up and grabbed her throat. The wall behind Grace shuddered slightly as
the
side door in the kitchen closed. He was gone and he didn’t want her. She
slid down the wall
and pressed her face into her bent knees.
It
shouldn’t have happened.
God
it hurt. It hurt so damn much.
Grace
gave up trying to fight it and let the pain wash through her. She wasn’t sure
how long
she sat on the floor hugging her bent knees. She kept reliving what
had happened in the kitchen.
He’d grabbed her. He’d kissed her.
Not the other way around. But he’d also decided that it
had been a mistake.
Grace
was done. She was done waiting for a man who didn’t want her. She was done
living with this constant ache. She refused to let him break her. She wasn’t going to let that man affect her anymore.
Grace
wiped the remaining tears from under her eyes and pulled herself up onto her
feet.
She took a deep breath before she pushed through the door and walked back
into the kitchen.
Jax’s cup of coffee was still sitting on the counter, so was
his bag of scones. Grace stared at
them for a second before she grabbed both of
them. She threw them into the trash can with so
much force that the coffee
exploded up and around the sides.
Okay, starting now she wasn’t going to let him affect her anymore. 
About Shannon Richard
Shannon
Richard grew up in the Panhandle of Florida as the baby sister of two overly
protective, but loving brothers. She was raised by a somewhat eccentric
mother who showed her how to get lost in a book, and a father who passed on
his love for coffee and really loud music. She graduated from Florida State
University with a Bachelor's in English Literature, and lives in Tallahassee.
She's still waiting for her Southern, scruffy, Mr. Darcy and in the meantime
writes love stories to indulge her overactive imagination.
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Monday, November 4, 2013
Jagged by Kristen Ashley Launch Day Blitz & Giveaway
Buy links
November
5, 2013; Forever/E-Book; $3.99; 978-1-4555-9914-1
Book Summary
Zara Cinders always knew Ham Reece
was the one, but he wasn't interested in settling down. When she found
someone who was, Ham walked out of her life. Three years later, Zara's lost
her business, her marriage, and she's barely getting by in a tiny apartment
on the wrong side of the tracks. As soon as Ham hears about Zara's plight,
he's on her doorstep offering her a lifeline. Now, it will take every ounce
of will power she possesses to resist all that he offers.
Ham was always a traveling man, never one to
settle down in one town, with one woman, for more time than absolutely
necessary. But Ham's faced his own demons, and he's learned a lot. About
himself, and about the life he knows he's meant to live. So when he hears
that Zara's having a rough time, he wants to be the one to help. In fact, he
wants to do more than that for Zara. A lot more. But first, he must prove to
Zara that he's a changed man.
Excerpt
When I saw who was
outside, my mouth dropped open.
Luckily, the
doorbell buzzing stopped.
Unluckily, the last
person on earth I wanted to see was standing outside my door.
“Jesus, you don’t
have a peephole?” Ham growled, looking incensed and Graham Reece looking, or
worse, being
incensed was a very bad thing. I’d learned that five months ago.
I didn’t have it in
me to concern myself with Ham being incensed. I was more concerned with him
being there
at all.
To express this, I
asked, “What the hell?”
“Open the fuckin’
door, Zara.”
I stared a beat,
then pulled myself together.
This was not
happening.
We were done.
I pushed the door
closed.
The problem with
this was it didn’t work, seeing as the toe of Ham’s boot was wedged between it
and the jamb.
“Open the door,
Zara,” he repeated.
“We’re done,” I told
him through the gap in the door. “Move your foot.”
“Open the door.”
“We’re done, Ham,” I
snapped.
“Right, then move
back.”
“What?”
He didn’t repeat his
order. He moved his foot but only so he could rear back and plant his shoulder
in the door.
The chain popped
right open, as did the door, and I went flying.
I righted myself as
Ham, now in my apartment, slammed the door.
“You’re payin’ for
that!” I yelled.
His eyes were beyond
me, examining my new space as his mouth moved.
“Not a problem. I’ll
reimburse what they take out of your security deposit when we move you out of
this dump.”
I didn’t know what
he meant and I also didn’t care.
I switched subjects.
“How did you get
here so fast?” I asked, and his eyes finally came to me.
“I hope to Christ
you didn’t miss local gossip because you’re spendin’ your days at Deluxe Home
Store and your nights at some titty bar.”
“I’m not working at
a titty bar, Ham, so you can stop concerning yourself with me and move on”—I
paused—“again.”
I bit off the last word then what he said penetrated and I asked, “What
gossip?”
“Managing The Dog,
Zara, have been for a week. I live in Gnaw Bone.”
I felt my eyes get
huge as my stomach clenched.
“You’re managing The
Dog?” I whispered, aghast.
“Yeah. And you just
got a new job. You start after you work out your notice at Deluxe,” he
returned.
“What?” This also
came out quiet and horrified.
“You’re waitressin’
for me. Shit hours but, if I remember correctly and since the view hasn’t
changed except to get better, with your face, tits, and ass, great tips. In the
meantime, we’re movin’ you out of this shithole and, you don’t got a girl who
can take you on, you’re bunkin’ with me.”
Bunking with him?
Was he high?
“I am not
moving in with you,” I declared.
Author Bio
Kristen Ashley grew up in
Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country
of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the
globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want
to write.
Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
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