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Book Title: Harpy Trickery (D’Vaire, Book 34)

Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: January 26, 2023

Genre/s: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Trope/s: Fated mates

Themes: Love

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 90 300 words

The book does not end on a cliffhanger.

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The ruler of the sprites meets a proud, but wayward harpy. Will their love survive a little trickery?

Blurb

At eighteen, Warrior Chieftain Kitlivri Cyrrien of the Sprite Grove gained his title. On a dark night, Kitlivri lost his parents, sister, and nearly his entire population thanks to a horrid wizard potion. The Draconises took in him and his brothers, and Kitlivri gradually healed. Now he is a talented businessman, and the sprites have expanded by three dozen. Honored to be the Warrior Chieftain, Kitlivri does not want to give up his important role in Draconis Enterprises, but he believes it’s a necessity.

Jace Pagonis is a proud harpy, but he chafes at his people’s antiquated rules. When Jace isn’t arguing with his mother—the leader of the harpies—he’s sneaking around to improve his archery skills. Weapons and tricks are forbidden to harpy men but are necessary for the women, who are responsible for the men’s survival. Desperate to convince his mother to join the Council, Jace creeps out of his village one night to explore.

Two weeks into his fact-finding mission, Jace meets Kitlivri and is stunned to discover that Fate has selected them as mates. Jace misses home, but he cannot leave Kitlivri, nor does he want to explain to the courageous sprite that he’s the bratty son of the harpy ruler. Jace throws himself into life as Kitlivri’s other half and co-leader of the sprites, but weaves tales to avoid the truth. However, secrets never stay hidden for long, and Jace must face his lies or risk losing Kitlivri forever.

Excerpt

Jace scratched his head and tried to make sense of their conversation. “You want to bind our souls for eternity but be just friends for now?”

“Is that such a horrible thing? We did already agree not to rush intimacy.”

“Yes, but you also mentioned you were interested in kisses. I’m confused,” Jace said. “I’m not against going slow, I just want to make sure I understand. I don’t want to do or say the wrong thing. I’ve spent my entire life disappointing people with my inability to fall in line with their expectations. I’d like to avoid that in the future.”

“I don’t have a strict timeline in my head of when I think we should move from friends to lovers or whatever. As we get to know one another, I think we will figure it out.”

“I understand,” Jace said. “Perhaps it’s something we can discuss in the future.”

“Communication is definitely key to a good matebond.”

Although Jace understood Kitlivri had experienced tremendous loss, it was deflating to think they were entering another lie. Among harpies, there was no bargaining with Fate when it came to her choices for a person. Fate chose mates and leaders, and she guided the decisions of her chosen. This was honored without question.

Though Jace flaunted his mother’s rules, his parents had a love that was indisputable. His older sister had her other half too and was rarely seen without the woman Fate had picked for her.

The rebellious part of Jace that wanted to forge his own path should’ve applauded Kitlivri’s desire to ensure that what Fate did aligned with his desires for his life. Instead, Jace wondered if the Warrior Chieftain was already displeased by him.

A voice in his head told him he was being unfair and should pay more heed to Kitlivri’s words about his devastated family, so Jace set aside his unkind feelings. Kitlivri was scared, and it was Jace’s role to support him, not question his motives.

“Yes, it is,” Jace said and somehow managed not to cringe since he’d already told lies and half-truths to Kitlivri. Jace wasn’t proud of his dishonesty, his unkind thoughts about Kitlivri’s desire to take their relationship slowly, or himself, in the general sense. It wasn’t until Jace had left his mother’s village that he’d understood how little confidence he truly had, and he was clueless about how to mend himself.

“I’m sorry I’ve upset you.”

“No, you haven’t,” Jace said. “I assure you I’m fine with moving slow. I’m upsetting myself by being foolish, and I understand why caring for someone must terrify you. Thank you for being courageous enough to share that with me. In time, I hope to offer you the same honesty.”

“Love is scary, but I’m already committed to being your best friend.”

The closest thing Jace had to a friend was his father, and Zephyr’s priority was, understandably, his mate.

“I’ve never had a best friend. I’d like to be yours,” said Jace.

“We might even find that we like each other.”

Jace grinned. “You have a growing list of attributes, Kit.”

“As do you.”

“Are you ready to do this matebond thing now?” Jace asked.

“I’m nervous, but yes.”

“Good, I’m glad I’m not the only one.”

Kitlivri held out his hand, and Jace didn’t hesitate to take it. “Did I thank you for agreeing to nearly every D’Vaire tradition?”

“Excuse me? I agreed to them all. You’re the one who was worried some of the feather markings on my skin would disappear if we did those tattoo-like mating marks,” Jace argued.

“I’m a fan of your feathers. Are you okay with sharing a bedroom with me tonight? I’d rather it be no one’s business but our own that we’re postponing intimacy.”

“I think I can handle my desire to ravish you.”

“I’m hoping I have the same ability to resist you,” Kitlivri said. “You are captivating.”

“Not a horrible thing to hear from a handsome man.”

“Am I allowed to call you that too, or will it offend you?” Kitlivri asked.

“As long as you see me as more than the face Fate gave me, you may comment on it as much as you like.”

“Or I could compliment you on other features.”

“I might be harpy enough to enjoy them too.”

“Jace, will you be my mate today?” Kitlivri asked.

“Yes. Yes, I will.”

Jace’s future was a blurry road with no destination in sight, but Fate had given him someone to travel it with, and he would do his best to rise to the challenges ahead.

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley has published over thirty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary passion for her characters, she enthusiastically adds tales to her D’Vaire series and avidly re-reads them whenever her schedule allows. After decades living in the Washington, DC area, she now resides in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not writing or adding new ideas to her beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.

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Book Title: Lich Reaper’s
Lament (D’Vaire, Book 33)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: December 8,
2022

Genres: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Love, confronting the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 122 568
words

It is not a standalone story
but does not end on a cliffhanger.

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A sorrowful reaper with
a heart encased in ice. A lonely rock star who walked away from everything. What chance do
they have at love?

Blurb

Ripped apart by life, Lich Reaper Grymington Daray is
drowning in sorrow. Each day, he strives to find the people responsible for killing his best
friend, and he wishes his own existence had more meaning. The last thing on Grymington’s
mind is finding the other half of his soul. While a loving family surrounds him, the coldness

growing in his heart keeps him separated from joy.

Decades ago, Devlin Nero ran away from the world. Being a
rock star was everything Devlin wanted, but it turned into a nightmare. Now, the enchanter-
human hybrid is living alone and surrounded by nothing but fading memories. Desperate for
happiness, Devlin makes his way to the Council of Sorcery and Shifters and winds up at a
sanctuary designed for freaks like him.

On a fateful day, Grymington and Devlin discover they are
mates. Sparks fly, and the two men venture forth to honor Fate’s choice for them. However,
Grymington is too lost and much too fearful to allow Devlin near his tattered soul. Devlin
wants love, but the Lich Reaper may not be able to offer it. If their confusing relationship
isn’t enough, they have pasts to reconcile, and the future will not wait. It will be up to
Grymington and Devlin to discover if they have a matebond worth saving.

Excerpt

Strange feelings fluttered through Grymington that made
little sense as he strode toward the great room, but the erection that tented his jeans the
moment he put a sneaker into the space took him by surprise.

A rush of pumpkin spice filled his senses, and Grymington
nearly smiled; he loved fall. But he was unnerved by the stiff dick in his pants and the
knowledge of what a newly found sexuality meant for him. His gaze went unerringly to a
stranger staring at Grymington with his mouth slightly ajar. The shocked expression didn’t
mar the man’s masculine beauty. Nothing could disguise the sensuality in his pink lips or rob
his electric blue eyes of their intensity.

Although there was a messiness to his hair, something in
Grymington told him it was purposeful and nothing like the typically tousled mops of
sentinels who refused to bother with grooming products or even running a comb through
their tresses after training. The black strands hung in thick layers accented by the same blue
of his magnificent irises.

Somehow, this man was Grymington’s mate. What the hell
could Grymington offer anyone? How could he be responsible for a relationship? Then again,
what kind of person would it make Grymington if he walked away from him?

“…and this is Lich Reaper Grymington Daray, though
everyone calls him Grymmie,” Dra’Kaedan said. “Grymmie, this is Devlin D’Vaire.”

The rock star who’d mysteriously disappeared was
Grymington’s mate, and the reaper could barely get his feet in motion again to move toward
him.

The man was about five inches taller than Grymington and
wearing faded jeans torn in several spots. Paired with the denim, the newest member of the
D’Vaires wore a collarless button down which was half tucked into his pants.

The thin material hung loosely and nearly hid the thick
dragonskin belt. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing tattoos over both forearms, but
Grymington could not appreciate the art from such a distance. Grymington sidled
fractionally closer and wondered what the fuck he was doing.

Devlin chuckled, and the throaty sound punched
Grymington in the gut.

“Unreal,” the hybrid breathed out.

He was new to the Council and likely didn’t know that it
was traditional to announce to loved ones the moment two mates met, so Grymington lifted
his chin. The Lich Reaper wanted to run and had absolutely no clue how to handle this latest
development in his life, but he would not be a coward.

“Dra’Kaedan, thanks for introducing me to my mate,”
Grymington said.

The Grand Warlock blinked and whooped loudly.

“Fate’s sake, did everyone hear that?” he yelled.

Brogan slapped his hands over his ears. “Sensitive shifter
hearing, Baby. I’m standing right fucking next to you, you don’t have to scream.”

Across from Grymington, Devlin licked his top lip in a way
that made the reaper’s belly flop, then smirked. “A pleasure to meet you, Grymmie.”

“Yeah, great to meet you too,” Grymington murmured, his
rush of bravery long gone.

With the left corner of his mouth still lifted wryly, Devlin
bent down onto one knee and carefully lifted his hand toward Hekate, who padded close to
sniff him.

“And who is this lovely lady?”

“That’s Hekate,” Daemon Lord Baxter Daray stated as he
stalked into the room with his mate, Benton. “Grymmie’s dog.”

“I think he figured out that Hekate is a dog,” Benton
muttered.

“You’ll never guess what,” Dra’Kaedan remarked and
clenched his fists with excitement.

“Squirt, let Devlin and Grymmie get a chance to tell people
things,” High King Aleksander said to the Grand Warlock.

For as long as Grymington had known the pair, they’d
teased each other. While Dra’Kaedan had a plethora of nicknames for Aleksander, the
warlock was always Squirt to the High King.

“The excitement might kill me, Tallosaur, but okay,”
Dra’Kaedan replied and grabbed Grymington. He’d snagged Grymington so swiftly, the
reaper nearly fell into the warlock who was holding him so tightly it was hard to suck in a
breath. “Congratulations.”

“Why are we congratulating Grymmie?” Lich Sentinel Alaric
Daray asked as he walked into the room.

“They haven’t told us yet,” Baxter complained.

Since Devlin was still on the floor with Hekate, who’d
allowed the singer to smother her with pets, Grymington supposed it fell to him to make the
announcement. Excitement was undoubtedly expected of him, but he couldn’t feel anything
other than fear.

“Devlin is my mate,” Grymington stated as Dra’Kaedan
released him.

Whether it was the fact that Grymington’s voice lacked any
inflection or the surprise of his family gathering in the D’Vaire great room, silence reigned
for several tense moments.

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley lives in
Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she
dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in
love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute
favorite.

Jessamyn is married and
working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent
of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and
gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is
only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.

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Book Title: Beauty and
Valor (D’Vaire, Book 32)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: October 20,
2022

Genres: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Love, overcoming obstacles

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 88 638
words

It is not a standalone story
but does the book end on a
cliffhanger.

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Perfection comes in many
forms, and true courage is beautiful.

Blurb

Preston Hawthorneonca-Stone is a warrior. In a fit of rage,
his father changed Preston’s life on a horrible day in 1994. Now a brain injury survivor,
Preston lives with his brother and their growing family. A recent addition to the Council of
Sorcery and Shifters, Preston has landed his dream job of working with animals.

Resurrected in 1995, Ridgely Walsh is dedicated to his job

and the tightknit group of friends he considers family. With his penchant for honesty, Ridgely
is the level-headed and sometimes hard-assed member of their little group. Ridgely doesn’t
play foolish games, and he accepts people at face value.

Although Ridgely yearns for a mate, nothing prepares him
for the moment he meets Preston. The beautiful jaguar-human hybrid with the big brown
eyes halts Ridgely in his tracks. Ridgely rapidly discovers his true purpose is to be a good
partner to his other half. Preston is equally taken with Ridgely but fears how the fallen knight
will handle his imperfections. Together, they must navigate the path Fate chose for them and
discover what it means to love unconditionally.

Excerpt

As Preston walked to the table, Ridgely rose and
immediately understood by the hitch in the hybrid’s gate that his slow speech wasn’t the
only unique thing about him. Ridgely’s mind processed that information. In the Council
world, they staffed hospitals and clinics with druids capable of mending nearly every malady.
What they could not fix was anything in the brain and some issues in the spinal cord.

Ridgely wondered if Preston had been born with some
anomaly or if he’d suffered an accident. As a human hybrid, Preston was more delicate than
an average shifter, but neither that nor his physical challenges bothered Ridgely. His curiosity
was genuine, but Ridgely would allow Preston to reveal his secrets in his own time. When his
mate was ready, Ridgely hoped to understand what set him apart, but it was one of the
many things intriguing about Preston.

With a smile, Ridgely circled the table and aided Preston
into his seat.

“I’m so glad to see you,” Ridgely told Preston.

“I’m sorry I walk slow,” Preston replied, consternation
making his brow furrow, and he locked his gaze on the shiny white plates on the
table.

His lips pursed, Ridgely strode to his chair and sat. “I can’t
imagine why you’re apologizing to me for how you walk. It makes no difference to me how
you get to the table, just as long as you’re here.”

Preston’s dimples deepened as he lifted his head and
smiled at Ridgely. “Dates are scary.”

“Right? I changed my shirt three times.”

“I picked mine out yesterday. My family helped.”

Their server appeared and took their drink orders. Ridgely
went with a beer, while Preston chose a raspberry tea.

“I feel bad that I’m drinking and you’re not,” Ridgely
said.

With a twist of his mouth, Preston’s thick lashes concealed
his dark eyes. “I have to take some medications, and I’m not supposed to have alcohol with
them.”

“I hope you don’t feel like apologizing for that too.”

Preston pulled his lips in, and humor danced in his gaze. “I
was considering it.”

“Believe it or not, I figured that out. Your face is pretty
expressive.”

“I know. It makes me a terrible liar.”

Ridgely chuckled. “That’s fine with me. I’m not a fan of
dishonesty.”

“I don’t like it either.”

“Let’s decide what we’re ordering so we can compare notes
and find more things in common.”

“Okay,” Preston said. “Have you eaten here
before?”

“Once. I had steak, I think. I remember the food being
delicious.”

Their drinks arrived, and they informed the server of their
choices of cuisine. The server took the menus and left them alone again.

“I have a hard time remembering things,” Preston informed
Ridgely quietly. His lanky frame tensed, and Ridgely’s instinct was to soothe the troubled
man. “Jordan used to make me lists for my daily hygiene and other routine tasks. Without
them, I’d forget to do the basics like brushing my teeth, taking my medications, putting
everything I need for the day in my bag, and feeding my kittens.”

“Sounds to me like you guys approached a problem and
found a workable solution.”

“You have a positive attitude. I like that about you.”

“Thank you, Dimples. I like you too. Tell me more about
your job. I know you’re a big animal lover. Have you always worked at rescues?”

Preston grinned at the nickname, and Ridgely loved the joy
on his beautiful face.

“No, I couldn’t get anyone to hire me when we lived as
humans. The Council has programs designed to help people like me, and that’s how I was
hired at Felidaes. I worked in a restaurant prior to that. My boss was nice, but it was
boring.”

“I’m glad you joined the Council, otherwise it might’ve
been a long time before we met.”

“I read that humans killed the leaders of the fallen
knights.”

Ridgely nodded. “They did centuries ago. I try not to be
biased against anyone, but the humans I’ve interacted while I’m working haven’t treated me
or my co-workers kindly.”

“It wasn’t horrible to live as humans, but it was a lie. I
didn’t want to make friends because I hated being dishonest about myself. Although Jordan
worked hard to ensure I had the care I needed, I had to switch doctors constantly so they
wouldn’t discover I was a hybrid. I’m happy I don’t have to deal with that any longer. I have
more opportunities, and it’s a relief to be myself. And we had to shift in our apartment, so
my beast didn’t like that.”

Their food arrived, and Ridgely eagerly dug into his
potatoes. Just as Ridgely remembered, the taste was exquisite, but not nearly as enchanting
as the man across from him.

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley lives in
Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she
dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in
love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute
favorite.

Jessamyn is married and
working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent
of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and
gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is
only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.

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Book Title: The Fractured Fallen (D’Vaire, Book 29)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson,
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: May 19,
2022

Genres: M/M Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Love, second chances, overcoming obstacles

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 89 083
words

It is not a standalone story,
but does not end on a cliffhanger.

Goodreads Series Link

For any chance at love,
they must first be willing to trust.

Blurb

A proud fallen knight, Gentry Patterson likes to take people
under his wing. Gifted with an easygoing nature, he makes friends effortlessly and, thanks to
his love of cooking, often invites his inner circle over for meals. Gentry’s favorite week of the
year is the annual retreat for his race, where he’s reunited with the many friends and
colleagues he’s met through the years. The only thing that would enrich his existence is his
mate, but he has yet to meet him.

Newly resurrected Tobias Kinsler wants to put his training
behind him and make his superiors proud. However, Tobias is struggling. He keeps it to
himself because he lacks people he’s willing to trust. With a mere few months of life under
his belt, Tobias attends the fallen knights’ annual retreat and discovers his other half.

The two men have a sizzling connection from the start and
waste no time binding their souls. Unfortunately, they will soon learn that secrets lurk
beneath their growing friendship, and those secrets fracture the tenuous bond between
them. As they chart an uncertain future, Gentry and Tobias must decide if they’re still willing
to honor Fate.

Excerpt

Toby was staring aimlessly when there was a distant ding of
an elevator. To his shock, his dick went rock hard, and the thick, pungent smell of
honeysuckle filled his nose. His head whipped to the right, and he saw that a brown-haired
man who was probably three or four inches over six feet was stalking toward him.

As the fallen knight moved closer, Toby admired his broad
shoulders and the sexy smile on his handsome face. Within a few feet of Toby, the man’s grin
grew broader, lighting up his hazel eyes. He was Toby’s mate, and Toby was elated, but
frightened.

“Hi, I’m Gentry,” he said as he stopped next to Toby.

“I’m Toby.”

“I’ve always been excited about attending the retreat, but I
had no idea I’d meet my mate here,” Gentry remarked.

Toby loved the light smattering of freckles on his nose and
cheeks. “It’s my first one.”

“You’ll love it. I’ll help make sure of that. The line’s moving,”
Gentry remarked as he snatched Toby’s suitcase from him, flustering the fallen knight who
was so unused to being noticed as anything more than a disaster.

“I feel like I’ve been standing here forever.”

Gentry leaned close, and Toby closed his eyes to better
enjoy the honey and citrus scent of his gift from Fate.

“I got here super early so I could avoid this line,” Gentry
explained.

“I’ll have to remember that in the future.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll remind you.”

The confidence in his voice relaxed Toby, and he grinned at
Gentry. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

“We need to exchange numbers and coordinate our
schedules for the week.”

“I guess you’re okay with the fact that Fate picked us to be
together.”

With a nod, Gentry winked at him.

“You’re gorgeous, and I’ve always wanted a fallen knight for
a mate. You get my job. We already have a ton in common even though we just met. But I
want to learn everything about you. And I do mean everything.”

Although Toby had little sexual experience, Gentry’s flirting
was obvious enough that he couldn’t miss his interest.

“I’d like to tell you everything,” Toby commented softly.

Forcing himself to look away from the pretty hazel eyes,
Toby was somehow unsurprised by the twenty-three in roman numerals on Gentry’s shirt. It
figured that he’d be paired with a possibly ancient and clearly remarkable fallen knight. His
fear intensified, but Toby trusted Fate.

“You’re frowning. You okay?” Gentry asked.

“Yeah, I’m not a fan of lines,” Toby lied.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you registered and settled
upstairs.”

There was something about the way Gentry had swooped
right in and inserted himself into Toby’s world that appealed to him.

“You’re a protective person, aren’t you?” Toby
asked.

“I do like to feed my friends and help them with whatever
they need.”

Toby shuffled forward again as the line picked up a little
speed and tried to handle the wealth of emotions racing through him. It was imperative that
Toby set aside his issues and focus on how lucky he was. Not only was Gentry handsome, but
he was also clearly interested. His smile didn’t falter, and although they knew nothing about
each other, Gentry’s presence soothed.

“That’s good. I can’t cook.”

“Don’t you worry, I’ll make sure you get to eat like a king.
You’ll have to tell me all your favorites.”

“I’ve discovered that there isn’t much I don’t like, but I love
a good steak.”

“Fate matched us perfectly. I can grill you one to
perfection,” Gentry said.

“Next,” Venerable Knight Roman Calixtus called.

Toby was so lost in staring at Gentry that he hadn’t realized
it was his turn. He fumbled to drag his identification card out of his pocket, and Toby handed
it over to Roman, who greeted him warmly and asked if he required a key to a room in the
hotel.

Gentry leaned close again. “You can share my room if you
want.”

Everything was happening quickly, but Toby was ready to
dive into their relationship . Fate had given him a gift, and Gentry was supposed to be his
perfect match.

Toby grinned. “I’d like that.”

“Are you a bathroom hogger?” Gentry asked.

The Venerable Knight registering Toby looked away from his
computer screen to study the pair when Toby announced he didn’t need a hotel key.

“I don’t think so. I pretty much limit my use to regular
maintenance,” Toby assured Gentry.

“You two are going to share a room?” Roman
asked.

“We just met, but Toby is my mate,” Gentry stated loudly.

Toby loved the confidence in his voice and latched onto it as
a sign that his fear was unnecessary.

Roman smiled. “Congratulations. That’s wonderful.”

“Thanks,” Toby and Gentry said together, which made them
both laugh.

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley lives in
Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she
dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in
love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute
favorite.

Jessamyn is married and
working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent
of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and
gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is
only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.

Visit her website

Join her Facebook group, Jessamyn’s Ruffian’s

Social Media Links

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Pinterest

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