Thursday, February 4, 2010

The ‘Difficult’ Second Album


Hey there! I know you've all heard me mention this hot new band from Scotland--The Strike Nineteens--well one of the singers/songwriters from that fab band is my guest blogger. Ladies and Gentleman....David Muir.

There are many clichés in the music world. After all, it’s not what you know, its who you know. It’s about being in the right place at the right time. At the end of the day, when the chips are down, it’s a game of two halves.


Doesn’t make much sense does it?


In my brief foray into the periphery of the ‘music’ business I have came to one conclusion. There are no standards, only benchmarks. What I mean is this – there is no secret formula into making it big. If there is, I have yet to get my hands on this elusive Pandora’s box. Does this mean you should give up? Absolutely not! Why? Simply because the times they are a-changing.
One of my favourite quotes is, “a mind that has expanded to have an idea rarely returns to it’s original size”. The reason I find this so pivotal is that we can use everyone’s experiences to further our own knowledge of what is possible. The benchmarks of others are there like rungs on a ladder to help us upwards and onwards.


My name is David Muir and I am the lead singer/song writer for The Strike Nineteens. Is my band signed to a lucrative record deal? No. Have I given up the day job? No. Have I had a No. 1 hit single all over the world? No. If you ask me if I think we are good enough to answer these entire questions yes, then YES I do believe truly that we are. So what’s gone wrong? Well nothing actually, apart from the fact that in this industry usual rules do not apply. When was the last time you went for an interview and you adequately displayed your skills and attributes only to find out that they gave the job to someone with no experience, no skills and even talent? This is commonplace for the music business as I’m sure it is for many other “Art” driven careers.
I am glad to say that I have woken up to the truth. The dawning realisation hit me like wrecking ball. It was so obvious yet the answer hid in plain sight. YOU HAVE TO WORK HARD. That’s it. No more, no less. I had grown up with the exciting tales of bands that turned up at gigs drunk, had a stack of girls in the dressing room and a fat man with a cigar waiting to say , “You guys are brilliant. Let’s make a ton of money”. No matter how talented you are, no matter good your material is, everyone needs to PROMOTE, PROMOTE and PROMOTE. In this technically magnificent era our job is so much easier. We have Facebook, Twitter, Bebo, Youtube, Internet and so many more portals to get our message out.


When we released our first album, Screams for Denver, we put it on itunes and waited for the cheques to arrive. To put it bluntly, my letterbox was as busy as an Amish Inbox. I couldn’t believe it. I had poured my heart and soul into an album that I was proud of and even let my guard down and talked about subjects that I had bottled up for so long. Why wasn’t it an unmitigated success? Basically, in the whole excitement of launch parties and local paper events I had forgotten something. No-one knew us. No-one had heard of us. No-one knew that our album had hit itunes. It was the equivalent of finding the cure to the world’s fuel problems and launching them into space.


Our second album is imminent and I am glad to say the lessons I have learned in the past 12 months have come to bear on this new project. To such an extent that we are promoting hard pre-launch. That’s right! It’s not finished yet but already the cogs are oiled and starting to turn. By the time the album comes to fruition we will have emailed, Bebo’d, Poked (facebook) and flyer’ed everyone that we know and everyone that they know. It won’t put the album to number 1 but it might get us some new fans in countries that our budget otherwise wouldn’t allow.
We now have regular meetings to discuss promotional strategies and business opportunities. This is a concept that took some time to become comfortable with but the successes we have achieved have help underpin their importance. I look at media radically differently now. Where in the past I may cringe at a poor advertisement, I now analyze it’s pro’s and con’s and try to learn from it. It is a fresh and somewhat strange feeling to do this but I sincerely believe it to be vital.


The most amazing thing is this – I have enjoyed every minute of it and I have met some truly spectacular people along the way. The proof will be, I suppose, that someone will read this in years to come and say “Wow, look at them now!”
Work smart AND hard!


Cheers, peace and love
David Muir.


Thursday, January 28, 2010

Live Interview on Blog Talk Radio Tonight 1/28!


Hey there! I'm excited to be the guest on Phoebe's TAMFA Blog Talk Radio Show tonight at 8pm EST. You can call in with questions or just sit back and listen. I'll be chatting about my adventures in the publishing world, my Amoveo Series and my Vampire Series.


I hope you'll join us!


Call-in Number: (347) 857-2123


Friday, January 15, 2010

Follow Your Dreams--(Safety Net Included)


This past week my baby sister bit the bullet. She did something that I think--no scratch that--I know was incredibly brave. She left the New York area, her family, friends and ultimately her comfort zone--for the wild west. Kate is an actress and has taken the plunge. She moved out to L.A. to try her talented hand at auditioning during pilot season. Granted she was smart about it. She's worked and networked her pretty little butt off here in NYC for the past couple of years. So she's not going out there on a wing and a prayer--she's got a plan and some killer connections.

She and my Dad--who is the absolute BEST by the way-drove across the country together. They went from NY-LA in four days. Even better--they documented their journey with video montages for all of us East Coasters to enjoy.

I have to say we are blessed. My siblings and I have unbelievably supportive parents and in turn we are equally supportive of each other. It's this safety net of unconditional love and family support that allows all of us to follow our dreams. My husband has provided that same safety net for me with my writing career. It really is a gift to have such a great support system and I strive to provide my boys with the same sense of security.

So as Kate is out reaching for the stars she can do it knowing that we've got her back.

We love you Kate. Go get 'em!

Thursday, December 31, 2009

The Magic of Believing--Guest Blogger Jim Harold


Jim Harold is the host of The Paranormal Podcast. I had the honor of being one of Jim's guests a few months back. I love his shows and had asked Jim to be a guest blogger on my site. He wrote this lovely piece and although Santa is back home at the North Pole resting up for next year, I thought that it was still an appropriate piece for the New Year. What's more magical than being given a fresh start? Enjoy.....

Jim Harold is the host of The Paranormal Podcast and Jim Harold's Campfire. His home on the web is http://jimharold.com

In a recent episode of my Campfire podcast, we talked to a listener who had a strange incident involving the Easter Bunny! Well, sort of...you'll need to listen to the episode to understand but the story did get me to thinking. Why
do adults, even in the back of their minds, hang on to some type of belief in what are obviously mythological characters like Peter Cottontail and Santa Claus?

For example, my daughters decided last St. Patrick's Day that they were going to build a trap to catch a leprechaun. I, being 39 years old with essentially two jobs (these shows plus my “day job”), a mortgage, a wife, two kids, a dog and a graduate school degree on the wall, thought all of this was very quaint and cute.

However, for a moment I caught myself thinking what if they caught
one...granted, it was just a few seconds of fleeting thought -- but it was there.
This mania heightens about this time of year. I could probably start a “Santa Anonymous” club for former believers in the Big Guy, read on.

This logical lapse is particularly prevalent for me at Christmas, the most special time of year in our home. I am a sucker for anything Christmas. And, apologies to those who feel otherwise, but it will always be Merry Christmas for me, not Happy Holidays. It's Christmas damn it!

Whether it is the decorations, presents, or listening to Nat King Cole singing “The Christmas Song” and catapulting me into some kind of retro, smoking jacket, eggnog drinking time warp, it seems like maybe magic could happen just that one special night a year. On more than one occasion, I have found myself on December 24th thinking like a child again – almost believing that Santa is
making his flight...and folks I am not crazy far from it. I am one of the more practical people you'll ever meet. But, at Christmastime I make the late, great Bing Crosby look like a Yuletide abstainer.

So why do so many of us cling to these wishes for magic? I just think that it is these creatures connect us to the innocence of our childhood. Most of us imagine them chasing pots of gold, delivering eggs of all colors of the rainbow or shuttling gifts around the planet at warp speed and secretly, very quietly, when no one is looking we smile because at some level we still want to believe. And, maybe for just a second, just that precious moment we say to hell with logic, responsibility and adulthood and we do – we believe again. I know I do, I hope you too can always spare a secret moment to believe.

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Thursday, December 10, 2009

The Tree

I love going to get our family Christmas Tree. I've blogged about it at various points. It's a whole production from the day after Thanksgiving and we leave that bad boy up until right after New Years Day. I make a big stink about cutting it down, decorating it and admiring it nightly as I sit by the fire place. Apparently I'm not the only Christmas Tree Freak out there.

It's been a long time since I've seen a video on Youtube that made me laugh until I cried. The other day a friend of mine at work sent me a good one. John Roberts is a very funny comedian who spoofs his Mom regularly through Youtube videos. I just had to repost this one for all of my fellow Christmas Tree Freaks.

Friday, November 20, 2009

The Redemption of Mr. Romance



**Below is a blog post from none other than Charles Paz! Charles was crowned "Mr. Romance" at the Romantic Times Convention 2009. I am so excited Charles agreed to write a piece for my blog! Thanks Charles....Ladies...Enjoy!**

(BTW...that lucky lady in this picture is not me. ;)

"You have to fall, Before you can Rise....."

Redemption. An act of redeeming or the state of being redeemed. Deliverance. Salvation. In one time or another, we all have gone through this in our lives. We fault. We fail. We fall. We then realize what we could do to make things better. To right our wrongs. To redeem ourselves. We then proceed to take that path to success. To prove to ourselves just what we can accomplish. And to silence the nay-sayers. No matter how many obstacles come our way, we are fueled by the desire to break through those barriers in our quest for greatness. This is just one example. This is just one story. This is my Road to Redemption......

Lets begin this at the 2009 RT convention. When most of you last saw me, I was onstage. Flashing lights. Holding trophies and having the biggest smile on my face. Not only winning the Mr. Romance title, but also winning the Readers Choice Award. I have never won anything in my life! I was very grateful and humbled by the events that took place not only that day, but the whole week as well. It truly was an awesome moment of triumph in my life. Even afterward--it was great. People coming to me and saying they would love to have me on their book covers. Authors wanting to do interviews with me for their web-sites. Even had "Agents" tell me all the things they wanted to do for me and how to market me and basically, make me a Star. I was on cloud nine to say the least. But, like a cloud, I had no idea this feeling of greatness would soon slowly evaporate and disappear.
Fast Forward to end of June. The time had come to where I got to shoot for Dorchester’s cover. New York here I come. I was very excited. Had the plane ride and got picked up at the Airport. I felt like a Star! Things were great. I met the wonderful People at Dorchester Publishing's before the photo shoot. Awesome. Then came time for the shoot. Some people from RT were also gonna be at the shoot and do a 'behind the scenes' sorta story about it. "Wow, this is really cool ", I'm thinking. I had a blast during the shoot. The model was gorgeous. Atmosphere was great and I was still on that Cloud Nine that I was at the RT convention. I stayed in NY for a few days. Saw some old friends and did some shoots in Long Island and Brooklyn. I finally got to work with one of my favorite photographers 'DeVores Vison' and felt like nothing can stop me now. I could not have been any more wrong.
Before booking my flight back home to California, my "Agent" convinced me that I must fly to Florida first and shoot for an Author and other projects that will be Good for Me and it will Make Me Look Better in the Readers Eyes.


I was at such a financial struggle at the time and barely scraped up enough money to afford the plane ticket there. I got on the plane and didn't even have enough money in the bank to pull out a $20 from the ATM. I thought to myself…It’s OKIt’s an Investment and these people will not steer me wrong. It will be for the best and work itself out in the end.



So, I arrive in Florida, and it was the beginning of the end. The story that RT did about the 'behind the scenes of a cover shoot' got picked up by some on line blog site. Pretty mainstream I guess, with lots of readers. I could only stare at the screen when I was reading some of the comments being left by people. What a Joke read one of them, Looks like Mr. Romance should be called Mr.Doughnut, read another. Pathetic. Lame. Fat. Worthless. The list went on and on. Reality was driving an 18-wheeler, and blind-sided me from the back. I had so much confidence for once and I actually felt good about myself and who I am…at least…up until that point. I then started to question my achievements and thought, Did I really deserve this?



The doubt grew greater while I was shooting in Florida. My "AGENT" kept telling me… maybe when you are in a big budget studio and actually do a real photo shoot, then maybe you could be somebody. It was solidified when the comment also came out that... if it wasn't for them…I would be nothing and that I wouldn't have been chosen as Mr.Romance back in April.
The plane ride back home to Cali was a very long one. With thoughts of self-doubt consuming me as I sat there in seat 22E between the Mother with her crying Baby and the businessman looking over papers. It’s bad enough to have total stranger tell me I'm nothing while hiding behind a computer screen, but to have the people who I trusted with my career and actually cared for in real life tell me I am worthless is a whole different story. Where do I go from here?

The following few days were hard. I was reminded of a Time to where it was an accomplishment just to wake up in the morning. I spent most of the day looking at the ceiling while I lay on the floor in my bedroom. The concerned knocks at my door from my Mother seeing if I was OK. She knows what her son was going through. She has seen this before. That lost look in his face. That look of despair and uncertainty. It hurt her more knowing that this was something that she could not fix, like every mother who cares about their children, hopelessness was the feeling that she had. But she also knew that as low of a point in my life as I was, this was not the worst I have been and that look of sadness in her face turned into a grin. Your planning your next move aren't you? she asked. I looked at her and grinned. Of course I am. And I know exactly what I'm gonna do.


Everyday was a struggle in itself. I would always call walking on the stair mill breakfast. People in the sport of Bodybuilding know that the last week is the most critical. Everything you have worked hard for can be lost within the last few days and in an instant, you can go from first place to not even finish over night. At the beginning of the last week, I weighed 220lbs. By Friday, I was down to about 207. Come morning of the show, I was down to 193. I dropped fourteen pounds overnight! I was dehydrated and struggling. It finally came time to walk onstage with my group. Every step was agony. Each pose I hit also drew a smile from my face. Why you ask? The answer is simple. I was onstage. I achieved my goal. All the people who doubted my potential and wanted to see me fail could not take that moment away from me.

The Redemption of Mr.Romance was fueled by all the negative things that were thrown at me and from the critics. I'm learning now that it’s not about the looks, or the trophies, or proving people wrong. It’s about being who I am because in the end that is what matters most. I find myself now not necessarily trying to become a man of much success, but rather, trying to become a man of value to the people I surround myself with.
Thanks so much for sharing your story with us Charles!
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The Chance to Make a Difference.

**The note below is from my Dad, Charlie Taney. This is a great story and a fantastic chance to make a difference in the life of an outstanding young man. I, for one, will be contributing. I hope you'll want to take the chance to make a difference in this fantastic young man's life.**

I want you to know about a special project I have undertaken and give you the opportunity to join me in making a difference in one person's life.


Here's the story:Kareem Cope and I got to know each other when he volunteered for the high school internship program at SoundWaters. Kareem was attending Wright Tech in Stamford. His dream is to go to college. I offered to help and he took me up on it. With his parent's support, I became Kareem's advocate. Testing revealed that Kareem is several grade levels behind, and has some learning disabilities. We focused on finding an independent school that could prepare Kareem for college. We zeroed in on the Forman School in Litchfield, CT, the leading independent school for students with learning disabilities (now called "learning differences").


was accepted and started in September, repeating his Junior year. He is one excited young man! (picture attached).


You can see the whole story, and meet Kareem through his short video, at our blog; http://kareemcopes.blogspot.com/


But Forman costs $55,250 per year. The school has given Kareem $25,000 in aid. I have taken personal responsibility for raising the $30,250 balance. Kareem's parents have committed $2,000, a huge amount for them. Carol and I have also committed $2,000. I’m reaching out to friends and associates and have raised over $14,000 so far.


I hope you'll consider a donation in the $25, $50, $100 range. You can donate online at http://charlieco.com/kareemOr, you can make your check payable to The Forman School, note Kareem Cope on the check, and mail it to me at 9 Outer Road, Norwalk, CT 06854.


I realize this is a lot to ask, and whether or not you can help, I very much appreciate your consideration. I have hesitated reaching out to you but decided that, in the end, many of you would want to know about this and have the opportunity to participate. Please feel free to call me if you have any questions or would like to discuss any aspect of my work with Kareem. If you know of anyone who might like to help, please pass this along.
**PASS IT ON**

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Rachael Ray Rocks

Okay. I can admit it. I am not a good cook. I have several talents...cooking isn't one of 'em. My husband and children can attest to the sad truth of it. In fact, when I bake cookies the first thing my kids do is look at the bottom to see if they're burnt. Nice.

In an effort to improve my culinary abilities I have tried various cook books and recipes. I think I have Cooking ADD. None of them could hold my attention long enough for me to execute them properly OR they had several ingredients I don't have on hand at home.

The other day, in one final effort, I picked up a copy of Rachel Ray's magazine. "Everyday with Rachael Ray". I was skeptical. I thought this would be another wasted cookbook type purchase. Well---I couldn't have been more wrong. This magazine is AWESOME! For the first time one of these mags actually delivers what it claims.

There are shopping lists for the recipes, the ingredients are pretty straight forward, and they take very little time. The best part is many of them are kid friendly. So the time came for the true test. My kids. I let them pick out a few of the meal ideas they liked. I hit the grocery store for the fresh herbs...let's be honest....with four little boys that's not tops on my normal shopping list. Next stop--the kitchen.

Her 30 minute meals? Guess what? They really are done in less than 30 minutes. I couldn't believe it! And...the food I made actually looked like the picture in the mag. Okay...maybe not exactly like it but really close. Even better? The boys loved it!

So now when people ask me if I can cook I simply say, "Yes. As long as it's one of Rachael Ray's recipes. Other than that...I'm toast."

For her great recipe ideas, her magazine and all the other good stuff. Check out her website.



Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Guest Blogger--Nicole from HowlingGoodBooks.com


Well, hello again all! Sara has welcomed me back! W00t! So I thought I would turn her graciousness on everyone! Welcome to Sara’s Blog! And my return to answer any questions you may have! Ask away and I will answer! Whatever the question! Whether about this post, my site- HowlingGoodBooks.com, or being a reviewer!



And Happy October! What a wonderful month! A month when we get to dress up as anything that our imaginations can dream up and not be looked at funny! And since it is dress up as wacky as you can dream of month I thought we could discuss our favorite creatures that go bump in the night and how we came to read paranormal or Science Fiction!

My mom started me out! I will be honest, my mom much preferred for me to read than watch TV! “Books,” she said,” will make the imagination soar. Anything is possible in them!” When I was in middle school I came across her Greek mythology college text book and begged to read it. She allowed me to, knowing that I had exhausted all the books in my school’s library. I ate it up! After that I soared through Stephen King’s novels, skulked through Dean Kootnz’s books, and “learned” how to make magical mistakes with Piers Anthony.

As I grew into adulthood my fascination with the strange and unusual grew with me. I kept finding new authors to help me with my….. er, book addiction, lol. Or would that be helped my addiction continue? But whichever way you put it, my love of books, and reading, grew exponentially. I found new authors by the quotes they left on the authors’ books that I read already. And as my addiction became out of control so did my stash of books, much to my husband’s dismay! ;)

So what is my favorite paranormal creature? Magician? Vampire? Were animal? Alien? Well, it is not a space creature. Although they are intriguing, I love Earth! Magician? While I love magic and all the possibilities it opens up, that is not my fave! Blood sucking vamp? Nope! I would end up being the anal retentive, blood-o-phobe! Imagine a vamp having to be fed through an IV! I would be the shame of every vampire alive…. Er,dead… er undead lol. I would end up being staked by my maker! If you said Were you were right! I have always had a soft spot for animals, wolves in particular- and it simply carried over!
A Witch’s life may be glamorous with all the magic at one’s fingertips, but the responsibility! And all the things you give up to be a vampire! Sunrises, sunsets, chocolate! (Although I love how Michele Bardsley fixes that one!) But as a Were! High metabolism! So you can eat whatever you want! Great hair! And with that (at least) once a month change you don’t have to worry about if you get a bad haircut! You can go out ANYTIME! With no daylight restriction! What could be better? Hmmm, maybe a succubus? Having men panting after you! Being the being all men desire… But I would hate to leave a string of corpses behind! Nope! Weres it is! But don’t ask me to pick just one Were! I would love to be a true shape shifter, to be whatever I choose. That way if I am feeling catty I could grow claws and hiss! Or …. A bit of the canine female, well you get the picture!

But what about you? How did you come to love the paranormal? What brought you over to our “dark side” so to speak? What are YOUR favorite paranormal beings? And why? Share with us! We would love to hear what YOU like!

Friday, October 9, 2009

Welcome Guest Author--E.Jamie!


Thanks so much, Sara for letting me have a guest spot on your blog today. I think I'll share a blurb and excerpt from my novel Till Death Do Us Part with all your lovely readers!


Now available From Amira Press Till Death Do Us Part in both ebook and



Sara loved Connor, but he was from the wrong side of the tracks. They eloped and her father had him mudered or so she thought. Pregnant and desperate to escape an arranged marriage Sara married Connor's best friend, Aaron. When Connor returns very much alive, Sara is forced to choose between her first love and the new love she's found.Here's a wee excerpt to whet your apetite!


“You got a minute?”


“I made time,” Sara said with a slow nod, her mouth dry.“Thanks.”She forced herself to focus on what she had to say to him. “I have something I need to say to you first.” She stepped behind her desk glad for the small measure of comfort it provided.


“Okay,” he said, taking the pale blue-cushioned seat across from her.


“I owe you an apology for what I did the night of Aaron’s accident.”


“No you don’t. You were right. It was my fault he left the house angry and crashed his car,” Connor reminded her.


“No more than it was mine,” Sara said firmly.


“Sara—”


“Connor, please, let me finish. What I said to you was unforgivable, not to mention untrue. I don’t hate you. I never could. If I hated you, we never would’ve gone through what we have this past year. I hurt you so, so badly,” Sara said, her eyes filling with tears. She lowered her head.


Connor stood up and pulled her to her feet.


“I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you,” she said.


He cupped her face with his hands. “I love you so much, Sara. I’ll love you going to my grave, again,” he added with a smirk making Sara laugh through her tears. Then he grew serious. “I’ve just recently learned what really loving you meant. When I came back and demanded that you leave Aaron, you were right when you called me a selfish bastard. I was. I wanted you back, and I didn’t care what that meant for you.”


Sara trembled and tried to get a hold of her emotions. She placed her hands over his and stroked the fair blond hair at his wrists. “I wanted to come back to you, Connor. I wanted everything to be the way it was, but it can’t be. I’ve grown up. I’m not the same woman you married. I have so many responsibilities to other people. I don’t just mean as Aaron’s wife but as Nathan’s mother. I created this family for him, something so wonderful for him. He adores you, Connor. Never doubt that.”


“You’re wrong when you say you’re not the woman I married. She’s still there, inside. I’ve seen her every time you’ve been pissed off at me lately, but you’re right when you say you’ve grown up. So have I finally. I saw what my selfishness was doing to you, and I remember a vow I made on our wedding night after we made love for the first time.”


“I don’t remember you saying anything.”


“I made it while you were sleeping. I was watching you. Your face was so soft, and you looked so beautiful my heart felt like it was gonna explode into a million pieces. I knew I had probably hurt you that first time, and I felt horrible about it. Then in your sleep, you turned and slipped your arm around my waist. You trusted me when I said I wouldn’t hurt you again. Even though I had meant physically at the time, feeling your arm come around me showed me you trusted me not to hurt your heart, too. I promised you I would never hurt you in any way. I broke that promise the day you married Aaron, and I walked away. I broke it again when I came back and made you choose. I put you through hell this past year, and I regret that more than you could ever imagine. I’m here to make it right. I’m promising never to bring you another day of pain. So I’m going to do the right thing.” He wiped the tears streaming off his face and handed her an envelope.


“What?” Sara asked.


“I’m leaving. Not sure to where yet. But I’m going to let you go.”


Sara’s breath was knocked out of her. She felt ill. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? She had made her choice, and it was Aaron so why did it feel like her very soul was being ripped from her body? Fresh tears fell from her eyes. She shook her head. “This is so wrong. This wasn’t supposed to be us. Never us.”


“No it wasn’t,” Connor agreed.


“This feels so wrong.” She began to tremble.


“I know, but it’s the right thing to do, for everybody, but especially for you. I never want to bring you any more pain.”


Sara wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. “I love you, Connor Nolan. With my heart and with my soul, I love you.” She pulled back, and he handed her an envelope containing what she learned was also a petition for joint custody of Nathan. “Of course,” she agreed, pulling up the sleeves of her white suit jacket and pulling open the middle slim drawer of her desk to look for a pen.


“I’m gonna be leaving town, so we’re going to have to work something out,” Connor said and blew his nose.She nodded again, still in disbelief. “We were so beautiful, weren’t we?” Their love had been something so amazing. Had been? No. Was. Would always be. “I’ll go to my grave loving you, Connor.”


Connor smiled. “We’re even good at breaking up.” He grew serious again. “There’s one thing I want before we file those papers.”


“What?” Sara asked, bewildered.


“One night with you.”


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