Release Blitz! Make Me Forget by Brandy Lynn

Title: Make Me Forget

Author: Brandy Lynn

Genre: NA Romance

Release Date: February 23, 2015

Photographer: Toski Covey Photography

Cover Design: Shoutlines Design

*Inspired by true events*

Where do you turn when the ones who are supposed to love you most, hurt you? 

When is enough, enough? 

That is the exact question Chloe Evans had when she escaped her own personal hell that terrifying night. Even though the road to rebuilding her life has been tough, she's spent the last few years trying to mend her battered soul. Doubting that all her efforts are even worth it, she begins to feel she will forever be tied to the man who took everything away from her. 

Ryder Matthews is the epitome of what most girls associate with perfection. With his good looks, bad boy persona, multiple tattoos and piercings he is every girl’s fantasy; every girl except Chloe Evans that is. Ryder sees Chloe as a challenge...one that he's more than confident he will win.

Drew Nichols is every girls dream guy. He’s sweet, sincere, trusting, and most of all patient. He’s exactly what Chloe needs in her life, but is he who she wants? 

We all have things in life we'd like to forget about. Some bigger than others. When Chloe uses college as her diversion to escape the memories, will either of them be able to make her forget?

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I smile, even though
I think we both know that it will be a rare occurrence. I glance over to the
bar where I see a group of college guys that I recognize doing shots. His eyes
wander over to where I am looking. “Tequila shots,” he chuckles, then his tone
turns serious, “ever do it?”

“What? Tequila
shots? Uh…no.” I laugh, focusing my attention back to the table.

He stands up.
“Come on. You’re really missing out.” He reaches for my hand, pulling me to my
feet. “I’ll show you how to do it.”

I stare at him, my
jaw drops. “Uh…I don’t think so.”

He rolls his eyes.
“What are you afraid of?”

Losing my way, getting drunk, making a fool out of myself, I can think of several reasons why I think this is a bad idea. “I’m not afraid but…”

“Chloe, live a
little.” He cocks his head. “You may like it.”

I hate giving in
to peer pressure, but something about the way that he is looking at me and the way that I am feeling at this
moment makes me throw caution to the wind and just go with it. “Fine, but you
better not leave me astray.” I finish with a laugh, as our hands connect and he
pulls me to the bar.

“Two please!” he
orders from the bartender. “You ready for some fun, princess?” He winks. “Now
pay close attention. The lesson on how to do tequila shots like a pro is about
to commence.” He laughs with easiness showing how comfortable he is with this
situation when I am anything but.

“First step, close
your hand making a fist and lick.” He balls his fist, snaking his tongue out
and licking from his thumb to his knuckle. I feel my breath catch in my throat
watching his tongue and that silver barbell performing something so intimate to
his hand. I sigh, realizing I am entranced and wishing I was his hand. “The
important thing to remember, princess, is you need to get it wet.” He raises his
eyebrows suggestively leading me to believe he knows exactly what I was just
thinking just now. I shake those thoughts away as he starts explaining the
second step.

“Second step.” He
raises the saltshaker and shakes it where he’s just licked. I nod, letting him
know I’m still paying attention. “Third step.” He licks the salt he’s just
poured and picks up his tequila shot, throwing it back taking it like a pro. I
watch as his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. Is it hot in here? Then he grabs the lime wedge off the saucer and
sucks looking at me with lust filled hooded eyes. Oh God…I think I just experienced the most erotic thing of my life
watching Ryder doing a tequila shot. “Are you ready to try one,” he asks.

I nod, unable to
speak since I don’t trust what I might say right now. “Good girl,” he replies
huskily. Yep, I am losing my resolve and my reasoning every time he speaks. I
quickly ball my fist and lick trying to remember why I agreed to do this in the
first place. Right now, I think I would do anything Ryder asks of me. This is
so not good. I think about what I would say if Drew were doing shots with a
girl who is ‘just a friend’ and realize this is not what I should be doing.

I’m about to stop
this whole charade before it goes any further when Ryder grabs my hand. “I
don’t think you got it wet enough, princess. Let me help you out.” He runs his
tongue along my fist, and my body quakes from the excitement. What was I thinking about, again? I
can’t think about anything right now except that his tongue is exquisite, and I
don’t want him to stop. All too quickly he stops, much to my dismay, and grabs
the salt shaker. Sprinkling it on my hand, he brings my hand to my mouth and
commands me…”Lick, princess.” I do as I’m told and lick the salt before he
thrusts the shot in my hand. I tip it back feeling the amber colored liquor
rush down my throat. I cough and sputter a little from the harshness. He
quickly grabs the lime wedge, bringing it to my lips, ordering me again to…”Suck for me.”                 I’m a little taken
aback by his brazen choice of words, but I relent, sucking on the wedge with so
much intensity and locking eyes with him as I do. I can see the heat in his
gaze; he wants more…I think. I just had the most intense tequila shot lesson in
the history of time and it was with none other than Ryder Matthews. I can’t
help but wonder if he’s this way with all women or just me. Maybe it’s the
tequila talking, but I swear I feel something for him. I’m just not sure what
it is, yet.

Brandy Lynn resides in Richmond, Virginia with her husband, teenage son, and furry friend. She's a retired blogger, chocoholic, aspiring writer, wine lover, avid reader, procrastinator, animal lover, and a craft fanatic. Her debut novel, Make Me Forget is scheduled to release on February 23, 2015.

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**Coming February 2015**

A night of passion. A raging fire. A home destroyed.

The sun returned and Joey and Marti felt they had turned a corner in their relationship. Only when they turned that corner, they ran right into the insurance adjustor, Finn. She wasn't just any woman, though. She was the one woman Joey always believed he’d spend the rest of his life with, but they couldn’t make it work. Soon it was obvious that she didn’t just want to adjust the value of the house, but remind Joey of the value of their relationship, and adjust his attitude about the future.

Suddenly, Joey struggles to choose between two women…one who has never and would never hurt him and one his heart can’t let go of despite the hurt. He’s not the only one with a choice to make. Never again will Marti allow anyone to make her question her own worth. 

A tempest brewed. A man is torn. A woman refuses to wait.

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This time, when Joe watched Marti walk away, it wasn’t the same.  Instead of the semi he was used to getting from seeing the sway of her hips, this time, he felt completely bereft.  It was as though where there was once a bridge, he now faced a giant gorge.  He stood alone on the precipice, balancing precariously.  His outcome didn’t look good.  All he could do was stand there and wonder how he could fix it, if he should even try.  Fucking Finn.  Every time.  

Why had he said those things?  Why hadn’t he just admitted he wanted to stay with Marti?  He surely wouldn’t be welcome there now.  He looked up after kicking some loose dirt around with his boot.  Finn stood there, smirking at him.  It was her Cheshire cat grin.  He had always hated it, this proof she knew his secrets, knew his heart.  In this case, the secret was he had betrayed the woman who would never have betrayed him, a woman whose motives were as pure as her love.  Somehow, it made him feel worse than anything had before.

Unfortunately, sometimes when he felt this badly, instead of fixing things, instead of facing the wrong he had done, he had this horrible habit of making everything even worse.  Historically speaking, that was how it always went with Finn.  Suddenly, he could see himself falling down the rabbit hole.  It was already happening.  Now he had to just ride it out.  Working on Marti’s house on Monday morning was going to be awkward.

“I’ll see myself out,” Finn said, smartly.  Without waiting for an invitation, she walked over and grabbed a cupcake from the box.  It was the Triple Chocolate Threat, his favorite.  She knew it.  Facing him, she took a big bite out of it and chewed it meaningfully.  The message was clear.  She could take what she wanted, do what she wanted, and he wouldn’t stop her.

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Title: Sugar Rush

Series: Friend-Zoned #3

Author: Belle Aurora

 Release Date: November 21, 2014

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Max Leokov has watched the people around him find love.
At one point in life, he not only wanted that, but lived for it.
He loved once. He loved with all his heart.
His heart broken, he was left to care for his young daughter.

He deserves a second chance.

Helena Kovac has spent years studying.
She has worked her ass off to get her degree.
She doesn't have time for love. Hell, she doesn't have time to mess around, even.
Books and work are her life. Everything else comes second.

When Max and Helena join forces to help his daughter, Ceecee, they are shocked at the spark between them.

A cynic.
A workaholic.

When love hits, it hits hard.

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Belle Aurora is twenty seven years old and was born in the land down
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At an early age she fell in love with reading. Boredom one summer had her
scouring the bookshelves at home. She stumbled across Sandra Brown's Breath of
Scandal and fell in love with romance. 



Having been brought up in a loud and
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Humorous romance novels. 



Kristen Ashley and R.L. Mathewson had opened a brand
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Belle never thought she would write. It had never
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Jamie Grey grew up tossed around between foster homes. At an early age he shut the world out, deciding he wouldn’t care. Whatever life had to throw at him, he would look the other way. Now his senior year is about to start and he’s been forced into yet another new home. This will be the last time, he assures himself. When an unexpected curveball comes his way in the form of a certain stubborn seventeen year old girl, Jamie soon finds out that life doesn’t always work out the way you plan it.

Beckett Chase has been entitled her entire life. Living in the plush landscape of Palm Beach, Florida, she’s never wanted for anything. She’s always taken what and who she wants with no remorse. When she sets her sights on Jamie Grey and she’s met with rejection, her descent from the top begins.

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Alissa Sullivan has got it made -- a supportive, loving family, a cause she believes in, and her new boyfriend. With her best friend Kat at her side, she was counting the days until the end of high school when they could go away to college together. Then she met Scott, a man who wouldn't touch her but would turn her life upside-down. 

Katherine Horne is perfectly content being in the background. All she wants is to graduate and get out of the town she's grown to loathe. She'd do anything to avoid confrontation but when she finds herself in increasingly humiliating situations, she realizes some things can't be ignored. Especially when it comes to bullying. 

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The year is 1930. Beautiful, witty Devon is the daughter of a prominent Virginia family. Many men have fallen under her spell, but none has captured her heart, until she meets New York tycoon John Alexander. Their future seems assured: they will marry, raise a family, turn their country estate into the best Thoroughbred farm in the nation. But what Devon cannot foresee are the conflicts that will drive away her husband or the tragedy that will devastate their marriage.

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LIGHT spilled festively from the long windows of the Magrath mansion. The sight made Devon’s heart beat a little faster as the tires of her parents’ Cadillac crunched on the circular drive. Parties always filled her with anticipation, and the Magraths’ parties were among the most sparkling.

Built to resemble a French chateau, the lavish three-story Magrath home was a departure from the Georgian-style and antebellum structures that sprinkled the Virginia countryside. The architecture, a romantic fantasy of Helena Magrath’s Francophile grandfather, was complemented by a houseful of valuable antiques gathered over the course of seventy years.

As Devon entered the richly gilded Louis XIV-style salon, an arm through one of each parent’s, she searched the room for their hostess. All the faces she saw were familiar and she smiled at those closest to her. Then a circle of young people parted, and in their midst Devon saw a stranger.

Her scan of the room stopped at once and her gaze fixed on him. He was one of those rare people who, for no clearly definable reason, immediately drew the eye. He didn’t blend into the crowd, he stood above it. His charisma was due to something beyond good looks; something beyond self-confidence. It was a combination of eloquent gesture, carriage, expression — a magnetism that absorbed the attention. 

Though John Alexander was completely unaware of Devon, she found her eyes locked on his profile.

He looked no older than many of her friends, but he moved with utter self-assurance. He was no taller than the other men in the room, but his manner of carrying himself made him appear more powerful. He had the look of an athlete, with wide shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. He gave the impression that he was extremely capable — no ... indomitable. His face was all male angularity, with a strong, almost stubborn jaw. His nose was slightly larger than average and had a small hook in it, which gave his face a keen, somewhat hard look. To Devon, the men standing beside him looked callow in comparison.

The Richmonds’ hostess, Rosalind Magrath, spotted her guests and moved toward them. As she greeted the new arrivals, she looked over her shoulder to see what was so enthralling Devon. The young woman looked hypnotized. When Rosalind saw the direction of Devon’s gaze, she smiled to herself. Giving Laurel Richmond a knowing look, Mrs. Magrath led the family across the vast room to meet the guest from New York.

Alexander turned as Devon and her parents approached. And he faltered in midsentence. Devon was looking directly at him in a way that made them seem alone in the room, and she was one of the most stunning women he had ever seen. He was incapable of looking away. It wasn’t just her beauty — she had about her an attitude of daring that fascinated him. And she moved with the kind of self-confidence usually found only in women at least ten years older.

Devon was unaware of moving through the crowd; unaware even of breathing. Unaware of anything but his eyes. And now she stood before him, staring up into those extraordinary eyes. Rimmed with long, dark lashes, they were so deep blue as to be almost navy. They were an arrestingly beautiful touch in a face that was otherwise rugged.

“Ah, our guest of honor,” Mrs. Magrath said, pretending not to notice the strange little island of silence amid the room’s conversational hum. “Mr. Alexander, I would like to present you to our neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Richmond from Evergreen — and this is their daughter Devon. As I mentioned, she is to be your dinner partner this evening.”

The space between John and Devon hummed with electricity. “Then I am a very lucky man,” he said.

Devon almost never blushed. But now her mother was surprised to see that her cheeks were distinctly rose colored as she stared up at the stranger.

“How do you do, Mr. Alexander,” murmured Devon. She didn’t dare extend her hand to him. His touch would singe her, she was certain of it. The sheer physical impact of him left her almost breathless. She felt . . . naked.

And Alexander felt the heat in her. It was the kind of seductive heat that more practiced women tried to exude deliberately, but this young woman did it naturally. He knew she was innocent. And this combination he found arousing. His eyes refused to release hers. He was thinking what it would be like to make love to her. To take her and —

“Devon Richmond! Are you avoiding me again?” A laughing voice broke the spell. The elder Richmonds drifted away as Devon turned her head to greet Brent Hartwick, her former beau. Hartwick had recently married the Magraths’ daughter, thus Rosalind Magrath’s generosity in partnering Devon with the handsome guest of honor. Hartwick was one of the few people the Richmonds knew who had taken a large loss in the crash of 1929. Most of the other wealthy residents of Fauquier County and bordering Loudon County believed real estate was the best invest-ment and had scorned the stock-buying craze.

Hartwick was the exception. Born and raised in Upperville, Virginia, he had gone to live in New York, taking a job with an investment banking firm. As a gentleman of the 1920s, he had regarded his job as a pastime, nothing more. Until he became afflicted with stock-buying fever — and lost a fortune. Many believed that had been the reason he had stopped waiting for Devon Richmond to agree to marry him and had instead settled for the wealthy Helena Magrath.

Helena Magrath Hartwick quickly came to her husband’s side when she noticed him talking to Devon. She was conscious of the gossip that surrounded her husband and Devon, and was particularly jealous of the other young woman.

“Devon, dear, how lovely you look!” exclaimed Helena.

Devon was irritated at Helena’s habit ever since her marriage of condescendingly addressing unmarried women as “dear,” as though she, Helena, were much older.

“Helena . . . dear,” replied Devon, allowing a few seconds to elapse between the two words.

Helena turned to Alexander. “Devon is the most eligible young lady in the county. I promise she’ll keep you amused. Why, you’re lucky we didn’t invite one of our younger ladies to be your dinner partner. None of them would be even half as good a conversationalist as Devon.”

“And yet, a quick wit doesn’t necessarily come with age, does it, Helena?” asked Devon pointedly, to the chuckles of John Alexander and Brent Hartwick.

Helena, glaring at her husband, pulled him away, throwing over her shoulder, “Please enjoy your evening,” in a tone that implied she meant the opposite.

Devon turned to Alexander. “Was that wicked?” she asked, wincing comically as though she expected to be reprimanded. She was more herself again — the interruption had given her time to regain her poise.

“Yes. And well deserved,” replied Alexander with a smile. “The moment I saw you, I knew you were a woman to be reckoned with.”

“Well, I ...” Devon looked up to find his eyes boring in to her, wiping all rational thought from her mind. Try to remember what you were going to say, she commanded herself. “I ... I don’t like being patronized, and I’m afraid Helena does that sometimes.”

“I’m surprised she dares,” John said with a droll look. Devon did not seem the type of woman who would accept such behavior.

Devon simply smiled, annoyed that she couldn’t think of a witty rejoinder. She could again feel the turbulence rising in her body. She had to avoid looking into his eyes. If she could avoid that, she could remain composed. He must think I’m a tongue-tied ninny, Devon thought to herself.

But to John, who did not know her, Devon appeared composed. She would not meet his eyes, so that brief glimpse into her thoughts that had so aroused him was gone. And he was sorry for that. He had the sudden urge to speak to her of the unmistakable electricity between them, but he suppressed it, falling back on small talk instead.

“Tell me, Miss Richmond, do you like New York?” He was uttering conventional phrases, but his voice sent goose bumps through her, as though he were blowing on the back of her neck.

“Yes . . . yes, in a way.” What had he asked her? Oh, yes. New York. “We have a place there actually.” The home to which she so casually referred was a stylish five-story town house, purchased after the recent sale of the family’s Italianate villa on Fifth Avenue. Devon’s father, like many with old wealth, did not enjoy squandering it. He recognized that the era of Fifth Avenue mansions that occupied entire city blocks was coming to a close. The fact was, the Depression had caused many of the wealthy to scale down the wildly lavish socializing that had characterized the previous decade.

“Do you visit New York often?” John wondered why he had never met her before.

“Not too often,” Devon said. As she spoke, she began to feel more in control. “I like to visit, but there are too many people. Besides, this is my real home.”

“You don’t feel isolated here, living miles away from your nearest neighbor?” John asked.

“Not a bit. I rather like it. As you can see, we are a close-knit society.”

John found himself wanting to know more about what she thought, about what she did each day. He wanted to know everything about her. “Don’t you get bored in the country?”

Devon was growing intrigued with the conversation itself now. She was amused at the man’s assumptions about life in Virginia. “Mr. Alexander, I’ve never been bored a day in my life. The occupation of my mind does not depend on others.”

“No, I can believe that you do very well on your own.” He wondered if he dared ask the question that sprung to mind. Would she be insulted? It would be interesting to see her reaction. “Would it be impertinent of me to ask why someone as beautiful as you has not married?”

Devon, now completely unself-conscious, turned to face Alexander squarely. “Probably.” Her mouth turned up at the corners in a sly smile. “I suppose the Magraths have treated you to quite some amount of speculation on that subject?”

Alexander could not tell whether she was offended. As he was trying to decide, Devon burst out laughing. “Don’t feel uncomfortable. Everyone we know speculates on that. The fact of the matter is, I’ve never fallen in love with anyone. A very simple answer. Why everyone tries to complicate it is beyond me. I’m not going to give up my independence for someone I don’t truly love. And no matter how wonderful the rewards of marriage, one does give up a measure of independence, doesn’t one? Is that why you, Mr. Alexander, have never married?”

Now it was Alexander’s turn to laugh. He was thirty-two years old, and it was not uncommon for men his age to be unmarried. He was forward-thinking enough to know that it was unjust that Devon was questioned because she was unmarried while he could remain a perfectly respectable, even desirable, bachelor. Yet he was enough a man of his times to find her unconventional for even raising the point.

Turning serious, Alexander considered Devon’s question. He had loved women, even been in love. When he was nineteen he had wanted to marry a young Frenchwoman he had met while visiting Italy. Of course his family had been adamantly opposed to his marrying a Roman Catholic, as hers had been opposed to her marrying an Episcopalian, and somehow the two young people had not had the will to fight their families’ disapproval.

John’s second love had been a young married woman of his own set. She had told him that her husband was cruel to her. Captivated as much by his role as savior as he was by the lady herself, he had willingly begun a passionate affair with her. He had begged Janine to leave her husband so that he, John, could marry her. He smiled to think of his naiveté at age twenty-three. Of course she had refused. Only when her attention began to wander to another young man of his circle did he realize how stupid he had been.

Since then, he was rarely without at least one mistress, but he never again had the desire to marry. John enjoyed being free to travel, to explore new interests, to go out when he felt like it. He did not want to answer to anyone. Furthermore, as more of his friends married, he noticed that their wives, no matter how exciting before marriage, all seemed to turn themselves into replicas of one another. They occupied themselves in the same ways and had the same thoughts and standards.

“I’m pleased to see that you’re taking my question seriously, but you needn’t take it too seriously,” said Devon, breaking into his thoughts.

John laughed. “I’m sorry. I was trying to come up with an honest answer. Suffice it to say that judging from my friends, people turn dull when they marry.”

For a moment Devon forgot her attraction to John. The generalization annoyed her. “I do not intend to turn dull!” Dull! She thought about her parents. They were content, but not dull. She thought about her sister, married to a diplomat and living in Paris. That wasn’t dull.

“So you do intend to marry?” John asked, sensing her annoyance and anxious to move the conversation along.

“If I fall in love. And I’m certain I will.” Devon felt suddenly shy as she said the words. Her conversation with this stranger had taken a surprisingly intimate turn!

“And what will you do to prevent your marriage from becoming dull?” He asked the question with real curiosity, all mockery gone from his voice.

Devon thought the question presumptuous, and was about to say so, but something in the seriousness of Alexander’s tone, the studious curiosity in his eyes, stopped her rebuke. Instead, she mulled over her response, allowing the silence between them to lengthen.

Finally, she said in a thoughtful tone, “You see, Mr. Alexander, you and I disagree on a fundamental point. You say that the institution of marriage turns people dull. I disagree. I believe dull people give the institution a bad name. Maybe they attribute their dullness, their lack of adventure, to the inhibiting influence of their spouse. People do what they want to do, Mr. Alexander. When interesting people marry, and they retain their independent interests even after they are married, I see no reason why their marriages should not be equally interesting.”

“Well spoken, Miss Richmond. It is a point of view well worth considering.”

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“A sparkling story, a luscious setting, a memorable heroine.”

--Janet Dailey, author of The Calder Saga

“You will never forget the captivating Devon Richmond and her dramatic story. It is a bewitching book!”

--Iris Rainer Dart, author of Beaches

“The story is as warm and spirited as its Southern background – a tale rich with insight into the enduring nature of love and desire. I enjoyed it immensely.”

--Jennifer Blake, author of The Italian Billionaire series

“Passionate romance spanning three continents and three decades…Readers won’t regret a few hours spent with [this book].

--Kirkus Reviews

“This light, entertaining novel holds reader interest until the end…Recommended where Danielle Steel is popular.”

--Library Journal

“This well-researched novel holds a wealth of detail which makes characters and scenes come alive…Fascinating...”

--Romantic Times

About the Author

Nicole McGehee was born in South Carolina, but spent most of her adult life in the Washington, DC, area. She began her career in politics as a lobbyist and event planner for several medical non-profits. Later, she worked as a speech writer and legislative aide in the U.S. House of Representatives. From there, she went to work in the West Wing of the White House.

After leaving the White House, Nicole started her own publication on business and trade in Latin America and the Caribbean. She owned the journal for seven years, then sold it shortly after signing a two-book contract with publishers Little, Brown and Company (hard cover) and Warner Books (paperback). Her books have been translated into French, Spanish and German, and were also published in the United Kingdom and Canada. In addition, her travel writing has appeared in the Washington Post, the Denver Post, the Miami Herald, and Honeymoon magazine. Nicole is co-author of The Insiders' Guide to Washington, DC, 3rd edition.

In 1997, her first husband, Michael, died in a car accident. Devastated, Nicole sold their home in Virginia and moved to ski country in Colorado. Five years later, she met her second husband, David. They continue to live in Colorado.

Nicole has an Associate's degree from the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York and a BA from Georgetown University in Washington, DC.

Links

Twitter: @nmcgeheefiction

Website: www.nicolemcgeheefiction.com.

Check out Nicole McGehee's other title No More Lonely Nights