Showing posts with label MMF. Show all posts
Showing posts with label MMF. Show all posts

Thursday, March 31, 2016

Cuckoo for Kinky Puffs?




The cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs blonde boner blocker stumbled on her slutlettos, just before Waverly slammed the door behind them. Deep down—well, not so deep down—Delancey hoped she’d go ahead and lock the freaking cuntcake in. She’s had enough of Ansley’s antics, and she’d been in her presence less than five minutes. Besides, the last thing Delancey needed was for that bitch’s brand of crazy to rub off on her. 

~In Love, There Was You
The Doms of Kinky, Kansas
Book 2
by Mia Ashlinn

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Kinky Questions




Sebastian glared up at Thane, defiance written all over him. His icy black eyes burned with rebellion. Insolence carved every line on his face. Obstinance bled from his very pores. The smile he wore was cruel, contemptuous. His stance was challenging, and Thane had never wanted him more. 
“You bottom for no man,” Thane snapped.
Sebastian’s nostrils flared. His tight jaw ticked. “I bottomed for you,” he mocked.
The fire to fight rose in Thane like the sun in the East—slow, steady, impossible to stave off. The urge for battle charged through him, ripping through his veins. His blood, it boiled. His skin was ablaze. Only sheer determination and iron control kept him from taking Bast to the ground and showing him how far he was willing to go to win this war of wills.
“Yes, you did.” Thane dropped his head. He waited a heartbeat before placing his mouth at Sebastian’s ear. “But I’m no man,” he breathed.
Sebastian tensed. His chest heaved, hitting Thane’s. Breaths came to Bast hard. They came fast. The air, hot and angry, slapped Thane in the face. 
Thane relished every, single blow.
“Who are you then?”

~Mia
In Love, There Was You
The Doms of Kinky, KS

Monday, November 23, 2015

Kinky Beavers, Mouthewatering Nuts, and..Fifty Inch Cocks?



“I didn’t go off and have a grand old time in Oregon.”
Oregon? What the hell was Thane doing in Oregon? Hiding in Pine trees, playing with beavers, eating motherfucking nuts?
“I was alone.”
Right. Thane was alone. In motherfucking Oregon. And Sebastian had a fifty inch cock, too.

~Mia
In Love, There Was You
The Doms of Kinky, KS

Friday, October 30, 2015

Those Kinky Bastards!





“I liked watching them. I admit, I watched them a lot.”
“You always were a kinky bastard.”
“That’s the switch calling the Dom dirty.” 

~Mia, 
In Love, There Was You
The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2

Monday, August 10, 2015

Mia's Music Monday: Kinky Shades of Blue



My husband recently discovered the guitar god, Joe Bonamassa. As per usual, he decided to use his discovery to expand my musical repertoire and convinced me to listen to Different Shades of Blue. 

Picture it. I was baking muffins. Chocolate with chocolate chips. (They were for my daughter, of course. I'm diabetic. I can't have them. No matter how tasty they are. And trust me, they were going to be positively orgasmic.) Anyway, the muffins were coming out of the oven when I heard the lyrics to Different Shades of Blue. I stopped dead and almost burned myself. I thought, "Holy shit sticks!" 

Why? You ask.

Because the song struck every cord I have. It was like Mr. Bonamassa had written the song for Thane Sorenson from In Love, There Was You. So to those of you who ask me about what I'm listening to while writing, this one is for you.

Kisses,
~Mia Ashlinn


Different Shades of Blue
Lyrics

The sun's been shinin' down on me day and night
Gettin' away with murder, livin' a lucky life
All good things finally come to an end
Hit ya like a train if you try to beat it
Everybody knows that she broke your heart
Everybody knows that it's tearing you apart
The row you've been sailin' on sprung a leak
You won't admit, but it's startin' to make you weep
When you got nothing left to lose
Might sound good, but I'm not sure that's true
You carry the pain around and that's what sees you through
The different shades of blue
Tell by the way you hang your head
The way you cast your eyes and things you haven't said
You've gathered past ten years written on your face
Your whole damn life's been one big race
Everybody goes there whether they want to or not
Everybody starts to hold on to what they got
And start to settle in with the long hall
Real life baby, oh, you can't have it all
When you got nothing left to lose
Might sound good, but I'm not sure that's true
You carry the pain around and that's what sees you through
The different shades of blue
When you got nothing left to lose
Might sound good, but I'm not sure that's true
You carry the pain around and that's what sees you through
The different shades of blue


Thursday, August 6, 2015

Kinky Behavior



“What I want is for you and Sebastian to behave. We both know that isn’t happening.”
No, it wasn’t. Thane and Bast would fight it out, fuck it out, and then fight it out again. The two of them were volatile. A fireball was more stable than they were, and fireballs flamed out. They never did.

~Thane, In Love, There Was You
(The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)
by Mia Ashlinn

Monday, August 3, 2015

Kinky Office Visits



“Damn, boy.” Adam whistled. “I did all your dirty work, and you still ended up in 'Daddy’s' office?” He shook his head. “Pitiful. Fucking pitiful.”

~Adam, In Love, There Was You
(The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)
by Mia Ashlinn

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Kinky Problems, Breathing's One




Sebastian didn’t breathe, didn’t blink, didn’t move. He felt as though his life hinged on Thane’s next words.

“I’d close my eyes and take my cock in hand. Then I’d pretend it was you stroking me. I’d get out the lube and tell myself it was Delancey’s mouth wrapped around me. It was her sucking me off. I’d spend hours, Bast. Hours fucking myself into oblivion. I’d blow load after load. Each time, I called your name or hers. And each time, I was left more empty than before.”

~Sebastian, In Love, There Was You
(The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)
by Mia Ashlinn

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Two Kinky Men Go Head-to-Head...



Sebastian dug in his heels as Thane continued to crowd him. “Who says I won’t take another man to my bed?” he taunted. They both knew he wouldn’t allow another Dom to top him. Thane was the only man alive he trusted. Despite everything, he still trusted him. “Who says he won’t love bending me over, spreading me wide, and fucking his dick in my ass? You used to do it all the time. If memory serves—”

Thane’s hands found Sebastian’s hair and fisted in it. He pulled his head back with a painful snap. “I say.”

Air puffed in Sebastian. Air puffed out of him. “You don’t get a say.”

“Try me, Bast. Just goddamn try me.”

~Sebastian, In Love, There Was You
(The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)
by Mia Ashlinn

Friday, April 3, 2015

Dark Decrees & Kinky Choices



Sebastian heard the dark undercurrent in Thane’s decree but he chose to ignore it. He wasn’t Thane’s bitch. Not anymore.
~In Love, There Was You (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Teasetastic Tuesday is Getting Kinky!




Luc kept a distrustful eye on Logan as he walked away, whistling. His gaze didn’t waver until Logan was out of sight. Then with one troublemaker down, he turned his attention to the other. “Paige, I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m not in the mood for it.”
Paige patted Luc’s shoulder. “You’re not a very trusting man, Mr. Lockhart.” Smirking, she slipped past him. “And I don’t get that. It’s not like you’re the man we drugged, kidnapped, and shackled in pink cuffs or anything.” 
“Drugged?” Luc echoed, completely lost by the turn of events. "Kidnapped?" Then the two worst words a Dom could hear in regards to himself hit Luc like a sledgehammer to the skull, and he boomed, "Pink cuffs?"
Paige nodded. "Bubblegum pink," she specified, sounding positively gleeful, while a smile as maniacal as Hannibal Lecter himself split her face in two. "And they're suuuuper furry."
Fuck. That was all Luc could think. Fuck.
Striding away, Paige had a distinct bounce in her step. “Have fun with your toy, Luc. He’s waitingnot so patientlyfor you in the dining room.”
Luc's brain finally caught up with what the hell was going on, and a violent expletive erupted from his lips then, "You didn't."
Paige refused to respond.
"Please tell me you didn't, Paige"
Her continued silence was damning.
"He'll kill you." 
Her back to him, Paige shrugged. "I'm his sister. He'll get over it. He loves me, you know."
Like that would matter once Declan got out of those furry pink cuffs. 
"Blood may be thick, Paige, but it isn't thick enough to save your ass. Not this time." 
Paige simply disregarded him, waving over her shoulder. “Don’t forget to lock up, Luc. D has the keys in his coat.” 

-Mia

Sunday, April 6, 2014

"Destined to be Three" is on Sale for $0.99 at Amazon Now!

Woot! The first book in the Sweet Serenity series and my first-ever novel, Destined to Be Three, is available for $0.99 at Amazon for a limited time. So if you haven't had a chance to grab yourself a copy, now is the time. :)

XOXOXO,
-Mia




Blurb

Seeking change, Jaycee Dalton takes a huge gamble with a life-altering game of Truth or Dare.
Jaycee’s innocuous dare lands her on the doorstep of a mysterious fortune teller who throws her a curveball that shakes her to the core. The two loves of her life are coming for her. She wanted change, and she is about to get it.
Grayson Blakemore and Cade McCoy have a love that most people only dream of, but they are missing one pivotal piece—Jaycee. Tired of living half lives, Gray and Cade concoct a scheme with her friends to win her back.
Shamelessly exploiting the dare she is taking, Gray and Cade kidnap Jaycee and prove that love is more than just playing sexy games. When Jaycee discovers their devious plot, will she feel betrayed or will she turn the tables on them and play a game of her own?

Story Excerpt

Someone approached Jaycee from behind. Damn, she wasn’t in the mood for some cheesy pickup line in this seedy bar. She whirled around, ready to tell someone off, but stopped short. Two sinfully good-looking men with dark hair and bedroom eyes stood side by side, their arrogance rolling off them in waves.
The short, stocky man smiled at her with a smile that could melt the panties off of most grown women. He looked like a man who knew what a woman wanted and exactly how to give it to her.
Turning, Jaycee sized up the taller man. He was quieter, far more serious. His face was harsher, and his eyes were harder. Single women dreamed of taming a man like him.
It was too damn bad they left her ice-cube cold.
The cowboy with the award-winning smile leaned toward her, pressing her back against the filthy counter. She ignored the discomfort, preparing to give him the tongue-lashing he deserved, when he spoke. “My name’s Tommy. This here’s Judd. I just thought you should know our names since you’re gonna be screaming ’em later.”
Wow. Jaycee stared at him dumbfounded, unsure of what to say. It took her a moment to recover. Opening her mouth to blast them, she noticed two more men striding toward her, purpose filling their every step.
Her heart raced, the blood pounding through her veins at a pace that rivaled a horse in the Kentucky Derby.
She wasn’t sure what caused the spike in her heart rate. Was it seeing them for the first time in years? Was it that they were headed toward her? Or, was it the chill that shot down her spine, raising the hair on her arms? No way was she hanging around to find out.
Jaycee gave the egotistical cowboy a shove before scooting around him and his cohort in crime. Then she made a break for the door.
Before she took her fifth step, a large hand landed on her arm and wrenched her around, exerting enough pressure to maintain control without hurting.
Cade. There hadn’t been any doubt that he would be the one to come after her. Of the two men, Cade was more dangerous to her, and they knew it. He knew exactly how to handle her. He snuck under her radar, pushed her into a corner, and then pounced. She preferred to deal with Gray. He was good at pissing her off, and she held her own when she was pissed.
Fuck, this was really, really bad.
“Dance with me, darlin’.”
No, that couldn’t happen. Jaycee knew better than to go on that dance floor and step into his strong arms, press her body up against his, and sway to the music. Her head told her she shouldn’t let her arms snake up his chest and wind around his neck, and he mustn’t be allowed to lock his arms behind her waist so he could hold her close. But that wasn’t what her heart told her.
Cade tipped Jaycee’s head back with his index finger. She looked up—and up—until her eyes reached his face. Involuntarily, she drank in his handsome features. She started with his tousled strawberry-blond hair, lowering her gaze to his green eyes, prominent nose, and the dimples on each side of his mouth. She saved his sexy lips for last.
Oh, how she loved those lips. When they’d been younger, she’d loved to stroke his bottom lip with her fingers. He always responded with a sly smile followed by a nip or a lick that left them wanting since they never followed through with a kiss.
Without conscious thought, Jaycee brushed her index finger across his bottom lip as she’d done a million times before. When it dawned on her what she was doing, she recoiled and jerked her hand back. Cade’s face fell, but he quickly masked it with a smile.
“Darlin’, that was not a request,” he informed her with a twinkle in his green eyes. He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the hardwood floor in the middle of the bar. She was pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to be an actual dance floor, but he obviously didn’t care.
When he reached his destination, Cade stopped, and just as she had imagined, he pulled her close and started dancing. The lack of music didn’t intimidate him in the least. He swayed back and forth, leading her around in a circular motion.
Cade didn’t speak, and neither did she.
The contented feeling she’d always experienced in his or Gray’s presence filled her senses. She closed her eyes and relished this moment, knowing that when he stopped, he would go. Cade had Gray, just as he’d wanted. There was no room for her.


Adult Excerpt


Sitting back in his chair, Gray watched Cade stand up and skirt around the kitchen table before kneeling at his feet. Cade smiled up at him naughtily and said, “Breakfast time.”
Cade unsnapped Gray’s jeans then lowered the zipper and parted the material. With a lick of his lips, Cade pulled Gray’s engorged cock out of his pants and guided it to his mouth. He sucked the head of Gray’s dick inside, twirling his tongue around it.
Gray groaned as Cade’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin. “I thought you were hungry, damn it.”
Cade smiled around Gray’s cock and nodded his head.
“Well, so am I,” Gray ground out in frustration. He pushed his painfully hard cock all the way into Cade’s sweltering mouth slowly, inch by fucking inch, until the head pressed against the soft spot at the back of his throat. Gray grabbed Cade’s head in a firm grip, denying him any movement. He pulled out of Cade’s wet mouth then slid back in.
Cade cupped Gray’s balls and rolled them in one hand while his other hand dropped between his own legs to palm his jean-covered cock. He moaned around Gray’s dick, the vibrations driving Gray closer to the edge.
Blood pounded through Gray’s veins, racing through his body and heading straight for his throbbing cock. His hips turned into pistons, allowing him to plunge faster and deeper, his thrusts becoming more forceful. He face fucked his lover ruthlessly until his dick swelled, nearly doubling in size. A tingle ran down his spine and his balls drew up, ready for an explosive release.
“Oh, hell,” Jaycee gasped from the doorway with a mischievous smile. She dropped a bag of groceries on the tile and sauntered toward them, her hips swaying seductively with each step she took.
Jaycee touched Gray’s bicep, coasting her hand up his arm to his shoulder. She moved in behind his chair and leaned down, kissing the side of his neck sweetly. She slid her hands over his shoulders and down the front of his chest, kneading his muscles as she went.
Nibbling Gray’s flesh, Jaycee made a pathway to his ear. “It’s fucking hot to watch Cade suck your cock. It makes me so damn horny,” she whispered sultrily, pausing long enough to lick the shell of his ear with her soft tongue. “If one of you touched my pussy right now, I would come fast and hard—like Cade is about to make you.”
Gray groaned and gripped Cade’s reddish-colored hair tightly in his fist, using the strands to angle his head back. His hips surged forward, burying his cock deep inside Cade’s mouth, and he came with a shout as his body jerked. His cum burst from his dick, flooding Cade’s sexy mouth.
Cade closed his forest-green eyes and licked his lips. “Mmmm.”
Blowing in Gray’s ear, Jaycee murmured, “He loves your cum, Gray. It tastes so fucking good.” She grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “I love the way it feels in my mouth.”
Gray turned his head and kissed Jaycee quickly but hungrily. Ripping his defiant lips from hers, he growled, “You’re so spanked.”
Jaycee grinned wickedly and said, “You’re so fucked.”
Gray shook his head in amusement, pulling his softened cock from Cade’s mouth. He bent over and kissed Cade, tasting the mixture of his cum with the natural flavor of Cade’s mouth. He covered Cade’s hand with his own, grinding the palm against the hard ridge of Cade’s cock.
“Fuck.” Cade hissed and shuddered as he orgasmed, his cum wetting the front of his jeans.
Jaycee strolled around the chair, glancing at Gray’s already-rebounding cock then the damp spot on Cade’s jeans. “My turn, boys,” she purred and stripped off her clothes.
Gray and Cade got to their feet, tearing at their clothes until they were naked and aroused.
A very nude, very sexy Jaycee swept all the cups and plates on the table onto the floor then crawled on top of it. Turning, she faced them and opened her legs.
“See how wet I am for you two?” She sighed, dipping her finger into her cunt then pulling it right back out. She held her hand up where they could see her wet finger perfectly.
“Jaycee Elizabeth,” Gray growled, advancing on her.
Cade moved around the other side and climbed onto the table behind her. He brushed her hair aside, his lips descending to the curve of her neck. Pressing small kisses to her skin, Cade’s arms snaked around her chest, and he palmed her breasts.
She arched her back with a moan. “Cade.”
Gray closed in on her, capturing her wrist and pulling it toward his awaiting mouth. Without taking his eyes off her face, he licked her juices off her finger, one swipe at a time.
She whimpered, her eyes locked to his lips. “Gray.”
“We’re hungry, sweetheart,” Gray told her, watching as her eyes widened. “Feed us.”
Instead of letting her ask, he led her hand between her gorgeous legs and placed it on her pussy. “Fuck yourself,” he ordered gruffly. “We want you for dessert.”
Cade lifted up, looking over her shoulder, without releasing her breasts from his hands. “I love dessert, darlin’.”
Jaycee leaned back into Cade with a sigh and shoved two fingers inside her saturated cunt. Thrusting her hand in and out, she finger fucked herself urgently.
Within seconds, her body tightened up and her eyes closed, concentration etched on her face.
“Stop,” Gray commanded gutturally.
Immediately, she stopped and opened her eyes slowly, revealing the lusty blue depths. “I was so fucking close, Gray.”
“Just a minute, sweetheart,” Gray whispered soothingly. “Give me your hand.”
She held her hand out to him, and he clasped it with a smile, moving it to her shoulder. He and Cade lowered their mouths, each of them sucking one finger inside. At the same time, Gray plunged three fingers inside her slick pussy.
Jaycee screamed.

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Saturday, October 5, 2013

Song Lyric Saturday

In my latest Serenity book, a new family will make their first (of many) appearances. This group of six are from a glitzy, glamorous world that is far cry from the land o' menages in Kansas. But sometimes, what seems like the perfect life is no more than a mirage. And sometimes, people who have it all lack the one thing they want the most - true, everlasting love.


I'm Miss American Dream since I was seventeen,
Don't matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines.
They're still gonna put pictures of my derriere in the magazine.
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me...

Love and cherries,
-Mia

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Tease-Tastic Tuesday

Happy Tease-Tastic Tuesday! I'm doing things a little different today. I'm actually posting two unedited snippets on TWO different blogs. Yes, that means you're going to get a glimpse of the first book in my newest series The Shifters of Trinity, Kansas here. And you'll also get a peek of the fifth book in my Sweet Serenity series at When One is Not Enough!

So without further ado, here's a taste of Ace and MacKenzie from my first ever paranormal menage, Pacts and Promises.


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“I was so glad you called,” Ace murmured in Kenzie’s ear as he placed a possessive hand on the small of her back and guided her across the wood planked porch. He smiled when she shivered, loving how she was as helpless to him as he was to her. “I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while, but…”
“But what?” Kenzie blinked her gorgeous eyes up at him. Even with the moon barely glittering overhead, he couldn’t miss the curiosity glimmering in the granite depths. “You thought I had cooties or something?”
Amused, a smile tilted his lips. “Of course not,” he replied while helping her down the steep steps like the gentleman he wasn’t but had been schooled by Henry to be. “I know you have cooties. You’ve been spending all your time with that flea infested pussy of yours.”
Kenzie scowled, her displeased glare more endearing than intimidating. “You take that back, Ace Monroe Gallagher! Only I get to call Emmett a pussy. To you, he's a fe-lion.”
Ace shook his head. “No, I don’t think I will.” A heartbeat later, a soft slapping sound rang out, and it took a minute for Ace to realize that he’d been gently smacked in the chest by the she-wolf of his dreams. And fantasies. But rather than be angry, he came to a sudden halt a few feet away from the porch steps. Then turning to her, he chuckled. “Now I know I won’t.”
Her scowl morphed into a ferocious glower as she stepped away from his touch. She balled her fists on her voluptuous hips, which was a mistake on her part because her defiant gesture only drew his attention to the generous curve and distracted him. “Yes, you will. Or I’ll—”
Ace lifted his gaze from his mate’s hips, slowly and appreciatively, to the tempting dip at her waist then drifted up and over her lush breasts to her face. He arched an eyebrow at her then asked, “You’ll what?”
Kenzie went silent, nibbling her succulent lower lip. As he watched, a variety of expressions danced across her charming ‘thinking’ face. This should be good, he decided. Almost as good as she looks tonight. And damn, the woman looked un-fucking-believable. Not that she didn’t always look like perfection personified. But there was something different about her tonight. It could have been how her too red to be chestnut, too brown to be auburn hair fell around her shoulders, framing her pretty face, rather than being pulled back in her trademark ponytail. Or it could have been that her faded jeans were nowhere in sight, and she’d wrapped her statuesque self in a daring purple dress that revealed as much as it covered. It could have even been that she’d replaced her sneakers with high heels that made her already long legs look like a stunning supermodel’s. Or hell, it could have been the exotic jungle green she’d applied to her eyelids and the dewy pink blush she’d brushed onto the apples of her cheeks. But personally, he thought it was the way she talked and walked—like a wolf bent on seducing her mate, which according to Emmett, she was. Thank the gods.
Kenzie finally released her lip before a brilliant smile curved her mouth upward. “I’m not telling you, wolfie, because then you’ll see me coming and run the other way.”
Ace choked back his mushy response, saying, “I doubt that, Kenz,” rather than “I always see you coming, and I would never run away.” A wolf had his pride, after all.
“Speaking of running away…” Kenzie cocked her head to the side. “Where are your sidekicks?”

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I hope you enjoyed my teeny, tiny tease! Check back next week for more. XOXOXO!

Love and cherries,
-Mia

p.s. Don't forget to check out When One is Not Enough for another un-edited snippet! :)

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Tease-tastic Tuesday



Happy Tease-tastic Tuesday! I have several projects I'm working on at the moment, but I hope to be able to fill y'all in on all the details soon. Until then, check out a short (unedited) tease from the Untitled 6th book in the Sweet Serenity series!

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“Adeline.” Noah’s familiar voice rolled over the line, his greeting low and steady but, most of all, emotionless. Like him.
Still, Addy’s body warmed. Her heart sped, thumping madly in her chest. “Yes,” she croaked then grimaced. Only this insufferable man with his smoking hot bod and cold as ice heart could reduce her to the voice of a slimy green amphibian. God, she hated that about him. “This is Addy.”
Blunt, as always, Noah got straight to the point. “I need a favor.”
Addy frowned in frustration. He needed a favor? Seriously? Was he an arrogant donkey’s ass or just plain stupid? Not that her Noah-induced annoyance kept her from asking, “What?”
Across the room, Evie mouthed, “Hang the fuck up.”
Addy disregarded Evie. Tightening her hold on the slim, sleek iPhone in one hand, she flipped her troublemaking friend off with the other then waited for Noah to continue. Blessedly, it was Noah, and he didn’t keep her in suspense for long. “Caedon’s going to call and tell you that everything is fine. He’s lying. I—”
“Whoa there,” Addy interrupted. “What is fine? And why is Caedon lying?”
Noah growled, “Listen.”
The Ice Man’s uncharacteristic display of aggression zipped Addy’s lips. She wasn’t about to prod an angry Noah. He wasn’t a sweet and cuddly teddy bear on his best day. But, on his worst, he made a polar bear look like sugar and spice and everything nice.
“Micah is hurt.” His gulp was loud enough for her to hear. “He’s hurt bad, and Caedon needs you. That means I need you.”
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I hope you guys enjoyed the sneak peak into Adeline Raines, Noah Blaylock, and Jayson Hayworth Black's story. Have a great Tuesday!

Much love and cherries,
-Mia