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  When Avery Thomas inherits D Allen Designs she must piece together the tattered shreds of her life after the death of her best friend. Now she’s mending broken family relationships, cutting through financial difficulties, and fabricating a new romantic relationship. As the attorney for D Allen Designs, Tyler Anderson is fully aware of the challenges Avery faces and he’s in awe of her resilience. For Avery, he’s bent the law and compromised his prayers for a wife. After wanting her for so long, she’s finally his. But he can’t continue living on this side of the seam. Can they weave the remnants of life and love together? Or will their chance at love end up on the cutting room floor? Click here to read an excerpt of Love's Remnant 

“Good morning, sexy.” “Mmm, good morning to you, too.” Samara stretched as she struggled to cover her nude form. “What time is it?” Peeking under the covers to enjoy her nakedness, a slick grin spread across his face. “I’d say it’s time for round three, but I don’t want to wear you out before you have to go back to your shoot.” “I don’t want to go back to work, and I don’t want you to, either. I was hoping that we could … well, you know.” Dorian stroked his chin, wondering how far he wanted to take the teasing between them. “Persuade me.” “And how can I do that?” “Use your imagination.” She leaned in, daring him to press his lips against hers. “Will you to stop me once I try to convince you?” “Allow me to, in my own way, but you can’t stop me once I start.” “I have a feeling I won’t like where this is going.” “Yes, you will. I promise you will.” Samara straddled his lap before he could protest further, staring into his...

Behind Closed Doors 2 : Dana’s Story : A.L. Smith Prologue Dana Fear is a defense mechanism that produces a vital response to emotional and physical danger. Walking five blocks to and from school through the dangerous ghetto would have intimidated any twelve year old, but survival was a way of life and fear was my protection. There were no immediate signs of danger during my daily journey, but I was instinctively aware of everything around me and always prepared to act accordingly. As my classmates sped by me on their colorful bicycles, I grew excited about the prospect that I might finally get one of my own for Christmas. My father gave my mom the money to purchase the bike the previous year, but she used the money to pay the electric bill—at least, that’s the story she told me. When I mistakenly allowed her to see my disappointment, I received a whipping and an hour-long speech about my ungratefulness. “I feed you, and this is the...