Hey guys! Welcome to today's blog tour! I'm sorry this is so late, I just remembered:( My reviews aren't done yet because I just finished my exams, hence the lack of time to read and write:( I will read it and get it up as soon as possible!
In any case, the Highland Home Series is a series of YA paranormals, consisting of 5 books. It is published by Astral Plane Publishing. So, this is gonna be a long post! Better get started!
Mourning Sun
I should have known when he walked into my life that things would never be the same. Hadn't I dreamed of him and the things he'd done before I was born? If only he weren't so fascinating, so beautiful, so much more than any other guy. Maybe then I could walk away.
Mairin Cote is a magnet for weird. Her dreams come true, she can see auras and her mother is in love with an angel. Now the monsters are finding her too. Vampires, demigods and werepanthers have flocked to this small town girl who must find a way to keep her family safe, love the man of her dreams, and navigate the shark-infested waters of Highland Home High School.
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The young woman sat beside the bed,
holding the boy's hand. Her lips moved in silent prayer, pausing only when he
moved restlessly and moaned.
"Mathias?" Her voice was
soft but rich.
He moaned again, but didn't wake.
The young woman began to pray once again.
"Kathryn!" Mathias sat
upright, searching the room with blind eyes. "Kathryn, run. Don't look
back, just go!"
"Mathias, my love, I'm right
here." She helped him lay back, smoothing her hand over his fevered brow.
"Rest, my darling. You'll be well soon."
Mathias lay down, tossing
restlessly. From time to time, he would whisper "Kathryn," before
slipping farther into unconsciousness. Each time he spoke her name, Kathryn
kissed Mathias and resumed her prayers.
Hours passed, but Kathryn, consumed
by the life that drained from the man she loved, didn't notice the light
draining from the day. She prayed. She held Mathias' hand. She soothed him when
he was restless. Outside the window, the sun sank into the horizon. The sound
of waves crashing against the shore slipped into the silence that now filled
the room.
As the last of the light left the
room, Kathryn rose to light a candle.
When she returned to her place by his bedside, she set the candle on the table
and leaned down to see Mathias better in the flickering light. She put her hand
upon his chest and then sat by his side and lay her ear against his still
chest.
"No," she whispered,
curling her hand into a fist on his chest. "Oh Mathias, I can't live
without you." Tears slipped down her cheeks as she closed her eyes and let the grief take
her.
Mathias' eyes snapped open. Had she
been watching, Kathryn would have seen that warm, dark eyes of his life were
gone, replaced by pools of deepest, coldest black. He reached for Kathryn's
hand where it lay on his chest, pulling it up to his lips.
"Mathias?" Kathryn
blinked away her tears. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief, but there was no
fear in her gaze, only the love she had for this beautiful boy.
Mathias licked his lips and ran his
nose along the length of Kathryn's arm. She stayed frozen by his side,
mesmerized by his gaze, which never flickered from her own. Even after his
teeth sank easily into the warm flesh at the bend of her elbow, Kathryn never
flinched. The room filled with a wet sucking, disrupted only by Kathryn's one
brief gasp. Mathias lovingly cradled her arm against his lips as he drank,
insensitive to the monstrosity of his act.
When Kathryn lay pale and still,
Mathias blinked slowly. He looked down
at the beautiful, pale and cold woman whose glassy eyes were riveted on his
face. He brushed his hand along her cheek, lovingly caressing her face as he
had done so often in life. It was only when she didn't smile and ask for his
kiss that understanding slowly dawned in his gaze and he screamed.
"Kathryn, my love, my heart,
my sun. What have I done?" His hands pulled at his face, drawing it into a
gruesome mask of pain and anguish.
Lifting her body with infinite
care, Mathias lay Kathryn on the bed from which he had so recently risen to
this new and monstrous life. He closed her eyes and kissed her pale lips
lovingly. "I will mourn you for
eternity," he whispered before he threw himself out the window.
***
My eyes snapped open, my heart
galloping along as though I'd just run a marathon. The last image of the young
man's anguished face, hauntingly beautiful in his pain, lingered in my mind.
"Mairin, are you okay?"
my mom called from the hall outside my bedroom.
"Yeah Mom," I said.
"Just a weird dream."
Mom stepped into my room and sat
with me on my bed. "Want to tell me about it?"
I shook my head. I wasn't sure how
to explain what I'd just dreamed. I knew from the clothes the two people had
been wearing that the dream wasn't one of my premonitions, but I had no
explanation for who Mathias and Kathryn were or why I would be dreaming about
them.
"I think I've been reading too
many romance novels." I said, laughing and trying to ease my mother's
anxiety. "This one was set in the 1920s I think. Just a boy and a girl.
Nothing to worry about."
Mom kissed my forehead. She always
worried when my dreams woke me, even when they weren't nightmares or
premonitions. "Think you'll go back to sleep tonight?"
"Probably. It wasn't really a
bad one." Unless you counted murder as bad, I added silently
"You need to sleep more, baby.
Tomorrow's the first day of school and you'll want to be on the ball."
"I'm fine, Mom. Really. It was
just weird, not scary and definitely not a premonition."
OK, so that was a lie. Watching
that boy drain the life out of his love made my stomach somersault with horror,
but I didn't feel like explaining that to my mom in the middle of the night.
Despite what he'd done, Mathias didn't strike me as evil or sinister. His
obvious grief over what he'd done in my dream hinted at a deeper, purer soul
than the act would seem to allow for.
"Okay, okay, I can take a
hint. Sleep well, baby. I love you."
"I love you, too, Mom."
I curled onto my side, clutching my pillow after Mom went
back to her room where her partner Tawnya was probably waiting for a report of
my dream. I knew sleep should have been a dim hope after the dream I'd had, but
strangely I didn't feel frightened or threatened by this dream. There was
something so compelling about Mathias that I found myself hoping he would be
waiting for me when sleep claimed me once again. I closed my eyes, whispering
his name and willing him to come to me. When he appeared, waiting at the edge
of darkness where dreams live, I reached
for him.
Captured Sun
My first kiss was going to be my last, but it was worth it. His cool lips, his sweet taste, they were my salvation. I would never regret it, no matter what happened.
Mairin Cote thought loving a vampire was hard, but losing him to others of his kind was worse. When the death toll in East Hampton points to a rampaging vampire, the vampires and werepanthers must form an uneasy alliance to stop the destruction. To save the love of her life, Mairin must decide if living life without Mathias is worth risking an eternity with him.
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The alley was
dark and dank. The stench of alcohol and decay overpowered the other less
pleasant scent which rode the air. Death, whether it was new or ancient, had an
unmistakable smell and death waited in the shadows.
The young man
walked slowly. His steps wove in and out of the tumbled garbage cans and boxes
behind the bars and restaurants. He whistled briefly, a nameless tune with
little difference from one note to another. His glassy eyes looked into the
shadows he passed, but did not see. Music thumped loudly when one of the doors
on the main street opened, disgorging a raucous group of men. The young man
turned to watch the others and missed the movement which brought his death.
Death reached
out of the deepest shadows and pulled the young man into its embrace. The light
never touched its face and the young man never made a sound. On the street, the
group of men laughed and shoved each other, oblivious to the end of a life only
yards away from them. When Death had finished its meal, it dropped the body and
slipped deeper into the darkness. A newspaper fluttered across the alley,
fetching up against the dead man's body. The headline screamed death as though
to articulate the horror the man could not. The newspaper's date meant it was
too late.
***
My eyes snapped
open. "Dammit," I whispered.
"What was
it, Mairin?" Mathias' voice slipped out of the darkness like a silken
caress. I felt his arms tighten around me, but I shrugged him off.
"In a
minute," I hissed. I could already hear Mom padding down the hall from her
room. When the hall light flooded my room, Mathias was gone.
"Mairin?"
Mom called.
"Nothing
mom. Just a remnant of that movie we watched last night."
"I told you
not to watch that horror crap before bed," she said, sitting on the edge
of my bed. "You know it gives you nightmares."
"I know,
Mom. I should know better," I laughed. "I'm OK, though. I'm going
right back to sleep."
She kissed my
cheek. "OK, baby. I'll see you in the morning."
Mom might always
know when I dreamed, but in the last several months she had stopped pushing me
so hard to tell her about every one of them. I had to remember to thank Elise
when I saw her next. She'd told Mom that forcing me to share every dream was
making it harder for me to deal with my premonitions. Since then, Mom asked
quick questions and let me share what I wanted to without fighting me. The
trouble was I had stopped sharing my dreams with her at all.
How could I tell
my mom that when Mathias, the man I loved, had come into my life, I'd begun to
dream of his memories? I guess that wouldn't really be so hard to explain
except that Mathias' memories were of the death and destruction he'd wrought as
a vampire. That wasn't something I was willing to share with Mom.
Now
that I knew the monsters were real and could see them every day, I struggled
with deciding how much to share with my family and how much to keep to myself.
Was I saving them from the terror or putting them in danger? I didn't know and
Elise wouldn't tell me what I should do. "Free will," was her favorite
epithet.
Seven Days
The pain was sharp and deep, but it was nothing compared to the anguish in Xavier's eyes. I wanted to tell him I would be okay, but the words wouldn't come. The pain kept them at bay and even if I could have spoken, I knew the words would be a lie.
Kerry Cote has a pretty normal life for a teenager. Of course normal is a relative term. Her sister dates a vampire and her boyfriend turns furry once a month, but that's not the problem. It isn't until she meets the father of the man she loves that her whole existence narrows to a mere seven days.
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The alley was
dark and dank. The stench of alcohol and decay overpowered the other less
pleasant scent which rode the air. Death, whether it was new or ancient, had an
unmistakable smell and death waited in the shadows.
The young man
walked slowly. His steps wove in and out of the tumbled garbage cans and boxes
behind the bars and restaurants. He whistled briefly, a nameless tune with
little difference from one note to another. His glassy eyes looked into the
shadows he passed, but did not see. Music thumped loudly when one of the doors
on the main street opened, disgorging a raucous group of men. The young man
turned to watch the others and missed the movement which brought his death.
Death reached
out of the deepest shadows and pulled the young man into its embrace. The light
never touched its face and the young man never made a sound. On the street, the
group of men laughed and shoved each other, oblivious to the end of a life only
yards away from them. When Death had finished its meal, it dropped the body and
slipped deeper into the darkness. A newspaper fluttered across the alley,
fetching up against the dead man's body. The headline screamed death as though
to articulate the horror the man could not. The newspaper's date meant it was
too late.
***
My eyes snapped
open. "Dammit," I whispered.
"What was
it, Mairin?" Mathias' voice slipped out of the darkness like a silken
caress. I felt his arms tighten around me, but I shrugged him off.
"In a
minute," I hissed. I could already hear Mom padding down the hall from her
room. When the hall light flooded my room, Mathias was gone.
"Mairin?"
Mom called.
"Nothing
mom. Just a remnant of that movie we watched last night."
"I told you
not to watch that horror crap before bed," she said, sitting on the edge
of my bed. "You know it gives you nightmares."
"I know,
Mom. I should know better," I laughed. "I'm OK, though. I'm going
right back to sleep."
She kissed my
cheek. "OK, baby. I'll see you in the morning."
Mom might always
know when I dreamed, but in the last several months she had stopped pushing me
so hard to tell her about every one of them. I had to remember to thank Elise
when I saw her next. She'd told Mom that forcing me to share every dream was
making it harder for me to deal with my premonitions. Since then, Mom asked
quick questions and let me share what I wanted to without fighting me. The
trouble was I had stopped sharing my dreams with her at all.
How could I tell
my mom that when Mathias, the man I loved, had come into my life, I'd begun to
dream of his memories? I guess that wouldn't really be so hard to explain
except that Mathias' memories were of the death and destruction he'd wrought as
a vampire. That wasn't something I was willing to share with Mom.
Now
that I knew the monsters were real and could see them every day, I struggled
with deciding how much to share with my family and how much to keep to myself.
Was I saving them from the terror or putting them in danger? I didn't know and
Elise wouldn't tell me what I should do. "Free will," was her favorite
epithet.
Banished Sun
Eternity. How many times since Mathias came into my life had I considered it? Had I not taken risks that would have left us together for eternity? What I hadn't expected was to have the choice taken from us. Vampires are independent creatures and the old ones definitely don't like being bound to a human. When an ancient vampire comes to Highland Home bent on Mairin's destruction so he can free himself from his bond to her, Mathias is forced to choose between what he is and who he wishes to be.
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The alley was
dark and dank. The stench of alcohol and decay overpowered the other less
pleasant scent which rode the air. Death, whether it was new or ancient, had an
unmistakable smell and death waited in the shadows.
The young man
walked slowly. His steps wove in and out of the tumbled garbage cans and boxes
behind the bars and restaurants. He whistled briefly, a nameless tune with
little difference from one note to another. His glassy eyes looked into the
shadows he passed, but did not see. Music thumped loudly when one of the doors
on the main street opened, disgorging a raucous group of men. The young man
turned to watch the others and missed the movement which brought his death.
Death reached
out of the deepest shadows and pulled the young man into its embrace. The light
never touched its face and the young man never made a sound. On the street, the
group of men laughed and shoved each other, oblivious to the end of a life only
yards away from them. When Death had finished its meal, it dropped the body and
slipped deeper into the darkness. A newspaper fluttered across the alley,
fetching up against the dead man's body. The headline screamed death as though
to articulate the horror the man could not. The newspaper's date meant it was
too late.
***
My eyes snapped
open. "Dammit," I whispered.
"What was
it, Mairin?" Mathias' voice slipped out of the darkness like a silken
caress. I felt his arms tighten around me, but I shrugged him off.
"In a
minute," I hissed. I could already hear Mom padding down the hall from her
room. When the hall light flooded my room, Mathias was gone.
"Mairin?"
Mom called.
"Nothing
mom. Just a remnant of that movie we watched last night."
"I told you
not to watch that horror crap before bed," she said, sitting on the edge
of my bed. "You know it gives you nightmares."
"I know,
Mom. I should know better," I laughed. "I'm OK, though. I'm going
right back to sleep."
She kissed my
cheek. "OK, baby. I'll see you in the morning."
Mom might always
know when I dreamed, but in the last several months she had stopped pushing me
so hard to tell her about every one of them. I had to remember to thank Elise
when I saw her next. She'd told Mom that forcing me to share every dream was
making it harder for me to deal with my premonitions. Since then, Mom asked
quick questions and let me share what I wanted to without fighting me. The
trouble was I had stopped sharing my dreams with her at all.
How could I tell
my mom that when Mathias, the man I loved, had come into my life, I'd begun to
dream of his memories? I guess that wouldn't really be so hard to explain
except that Mathias' memories were of the death and destruction he'd wrought as
a vampire. That wasn't something I was willing to share with Mom.
Now
that I knew the monsters were real and could see them every day, I struggled
with deciding how much to share with my family and how much to keep to myself.
Was I saving them from the terror or putting them in danger? I didn't know and
Elise wouldn't tell me what I should do. "Free will," was her favorite
epithet.
Nine Lives
I felt a familiar ripple and knew it was too late for me. I saw her, so tiny, so perfect and I knew that I could die content. When Xavier admitted his love for me, I was complete.
Kerry Cote's story may sound familiar, but it's not. Sure there are a lot of unmarried, pregnant teenagers in the world, but how many of them know the child they carry is a miracle? How many have a vampire body guard? How many are alone because the mother of us all and the father of all vampires has a jealous daughter who covets the baby's father? Kerry must survive to bring her child into the world, for if she fails, humanity may not survive.
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"Oh my God," Mairin exclaimed. "I look like a
frosted cupcake."
I poked my head around the doorway of my sister's bedroom
and burst out laughing. My normally tom-boyish sister looked like someone had
airbrushed a Vogue model over her. I could still see Mairin under the makeup,
hair and the far-too-flouncy sparkling white gown, but I had to squint.
"Don't laugh at me, brat," she said. "How did
you let me let Mom talk me into this?"
I held up my hands. "Hey, don't blame me for this one,
sis. This is all you. You let Mom go to the bridal shop with you and Mathias'
credit card. You knew she was going to pick something like this."
Truthfully, the gown was gorgeous. It had an empire waist
and a very short train, but it also had so much lace and so many sparkles, I
was surprised my sister wasn't currently shredding the gown in an effort to get
it off.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit. I cannot do this," she
said. "Nope. I won't. I should have insisted on the stupid town hall and
the stupid civil union, but no, I let Mom and Mathias bully me into this."
She waved at herself.
"Mairin," my mother said, slipping past me into my
sister's room. "You look so beautiful. I knew that dress would be gorgeous
on you once the alterations were finished."
I smiled at my sister over our mother's shoulder and bolted
for my room. The glare which followed my retreat nearly burned. Mairin would
complain, but I knew she'd never have taken anything away from our mother.
Especially not something as important as a big wedding with all the trimmings.
Of course, her willingness to be on display for the town in
a gown that was anything but her own choice was really my sister in a nutshell.
No matter what it did to her, if it meant one of us was happier, Mairin would
do it. Take my bridesmaid dress. The wedding planner Mathias hired to help
Mairin keep her sanity had freaked out when Mairin showed her the dress, but my
sister had insisted that the pale colors the wedding planner wanted would look
awful on me. So instead of joining the frosted cupcake brigade, I was wearing
the deep, forest green, knee-length dress my sister had chosen for me. She
could have picked some hideous, flowing monstrosity so I wouldn't overshadow
her, but had instead picked the dress she knew I'd like.
I was pulling that dress over my head when the doorbell
rang.
"I'll get it," Tawnya called from downstairs. I
knew she'd been ready for us to leave for the wedding for at least half an
hour, but after the tenuous truce she and Mairin had finally formed following their
estrangement last winter, Tawnya was keeping her opinions to herself. I, on the
other hand, wasn't. If they weren't ready by the time I got my shoes on, I'd
shove Mairin down the stairs.
"Hey Tawnya. The other camp is getting anxious and sent
me to see what was keeping the bride." Xavier's voice drifted up the
stairs to me and I smiled. In spite of some pretty big disagreements they'd had
in the past, Mathias had asked Xavier to be his best man. Xavier, always
looking for ways to improve the political climate of the supernatural
community, and because both Mairin and I had begged him, had accepted. It
hadn't been until the tuxedo fitting that he'd truly begun to regret saying
yes. The complaints over the fittings had been epic and amusing as hell.
I slipped on my sandals and ran back to Mairin's room.
"The natives are getting restless. We have to go."
"I heard him," Mairin said. "Mom, go get in
the car with Tawnya. Kerry can help me down the stairs in this
monstrosity...um, dress."
Mom kissed us both before heading down to meet up with
Tawnya. I could see her eyes were already beginning to shine with tears and
knew that before the end of the ceremony, our mother would be a blubbering
mess.
"She's going to cry all day, isn't she?" Mairin
said.
"Probably. You're her baby and you're getting
married."
"Yeah, wait until it's your turn, brat." Mairin
clasped a thin gold chain around her neck and sighed. "That's it. No more
delays."
"Don't you want to marry Mathias?" I asked.
"Sure I do," she said. "But for all intents
and purposes, I'm nineteen. Girls don't get married this young unless they have
to. You know most of the town is going to be watching me to see if I'm
pregnant."
"That's why you and Mathias are going on a long
honeymoon. So you don't have to worry about being watched." I held
Mairin's arm as we carefully navigated the stairs. "Besides, admit it.
You're dying to see all the snooty jerks jockeying for position to catch your
bouquet."
Mairin laughed. "I'll aim for you, if you want me
to."
Xavier looked up at me from the foot of the stairs. I knew
he'd heard Mairin and my heart thundered in my chest. He'd already asked me to
marry him more than once and I'd told him no. Not no forever, but no for right
then. Looking at him in his tuxedo, the tiny, shy smile I loved best lifting
just the corners of his mouth, I realized while I still might not want to get
married tomorrow, I was ready to say yes to him.
"I'll take my chances," I said. "But I'll
make sure I'm right up front."
The wedding planning crew had lined the driveway leading to
Mathias' house with lights and continued with them along the path leading to
the stretch of beach behind the house. I went with Mairin through the front
door after sending Xavier around the back to keep Mathias out of the house now
that we were there. For a vampire, he was impressively superstitious. I'd
always thought being one of the monsters the superstitions protected us from
might make him immune to them, but apparently not. He hadn't even stayed at the
house with Mairin last night because he believed it was bad luck to spend the
night before their wedding together. Personally, I thought that his leaving had
more to do with trying to maintain his sense of decorum than with bad luck.
Mairin had told me that despite her less fragile state of being, Mathias had
refused to engage in physical intimacy with her until after the wedding. If the
level of aggression and annoyance displayed by them both was any indication,
their sexual frustration had reached a boiling point. Mathias had stayed away
so he wouldn't be tempted to break his own rules. It was actually kind of funny
that Mairin was certain the town assumed she was pregnant when I knew she was
still a virgin. I giggled and Mairin looked at me.
"What's funny, sis?" she asked.
"Just that you're worried those people out there think
you're knocked up and I know there's about a million reasons why that isn't
even remotely possible."
I ducked when Mairin threw the pillow from the sofa at me.
"Ha ha," she said. "Keep rubbing it in, sis
and I'll tell mom that when you stay at Elise's house, you sleep in the same
bed with Xavier."
"You wouldn't."
Mairin grinned. "Watch me," she said.
Gino stepped into the room and bowed low. "It is time,
little queen," he said.
I carefully kissed Mairin's cheek. "I love you," I
said. "Be happy, sis."
"Love you, too, Kerr," she said, taking Gino's
arm. He led her to where Mom and Tawnya waited in the kitchen. Xavier stepped
up to take my arm.
"You look gorgeous," he said.
"You're looking pretty handsome, yourself." I
smiled as he preened.
"You think? I hate the monkey suit, but it doesn't look
that bad."
"Mom, if you cry now, you'll ruin your makeup for the
photos." Mairin's tone was irritated.
"I can't help it. My baby's getting married."
"And living not five miles from your house. Get a grip,
Mom."
Laughing at my family's antics, Xavier laid his hand over
mine and led me out onto the deck. The music started and I gasped. There was a
silk runner that joined the deck to the area on the beach where the wedding was
taking place. Chairs were set up in groups around a central point where Mathias
stood, his back to the ocean and his eyes closed against the sinking sun. Only
those of us who really knew him knew Mathias wasn't steeling himself to get
married, but rather he was enjoying the sun. He must have heard the whisper of
the sand under the silk runner because he opened his eyes and smiled at both me
and Xavier as we walked toward him. Xavier and I split at the altar and we both
turned to watch my sister make her way across the sand. The gown that had
looked like too much in her bedroom was perfect as the setting sun caught the
sequins and crystals embedded in the fabric, making it appear as though Mairin
were glowing as she walked. Mom and Tawnya each held one of Mairin's elbows
lightly, escorting her to meet her groom.
At the altar, Mom and Tawnya stopped with Mairin and waited
for the minister to speak the first words of the ceremony.
"Who gives this woman in marriage?" he asked.
Tawnya's strong voice rang over the roar of the waves and
the gasps of the guests. "Her mother and I do."
I saw Mairin sigh with relief before kissing first Tawyna's
and then Mom's cheeks. I knew she'd worried that Tawnya would make some attempt
to stop this wedding, but since they'd mended their relationship, Tawnya's
acceptance of vampires as a whole had improved significantly. Mairin stepped
away from Mom and Tawnya--away from our family--and took the hand Mathias
offered her. The look which passed between them was so deeply reflective of
their love that I heard many of the audience members gasp yet again. I hoped
the photographer had gotten that shot. I knew I wanted it for myself.
The rest of the ceremony progressed as any other wedding I'd
ever attended until the minister reached the part in the vows where normally he
would have said "until death do us part." I knew Mathias and Mairin
had convinced the clergyman to change it to "for all time," but the
sound of my sister's voice saying the words was something I hadn't expected
would hurt quite as much as it did.
I saw Xavier mouth, "I love you," and realized I
must have done something to show my pain. I was so afraid of losing my sister
to this new world she'd found herself thrown into and had now married into. She
kept promising me she wouldn't disappear, but I knew that someday I'd die and
she wouldn't. We'd lose each other one way or another and I wasn't ready for
that. She might be mostly invulnerable, but our family's penchant for
attracting the biggest and baddest supernatural monsters meant she wasn't
invincible. I could still lose her, as I nearly had so many times in the past
few years, and I wasn't ready for that.
"I am pleased to present to you all, the newly wedded
Mr. and Mrs. Mathias Auer." The applause snapped me out of my thoughts.
Mairin flashed me a wink before leading the procession to the reception tent.
Shari Richardson
Shari Richardson holds a master's degree in English Education and has spent much of her life teaching students the joy of reading and writing. Her love of writing began when she was in elementary school and has carried through her entire adult life. Shari lives in Pennsylvania with her two Chihuahuas.
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