Nia Forrester never fails to create realistic portrayals of love that I always find so beautifully written. She never disappoints. And this is definitely true in her latest, In Black & White.
Set in a leafy suburb of Philadelphia, we’re immediate dropped into what is every parent’s nightmare–the disappearance of a child. In this case, it’s the disappearance of 18-month-old Samara, the daughter of interracial couple Noah and Dana. Samara’s abduction and the subsequent fallout around it mark the beginning of a fascinating story that is in parts mystery and a thoroughly modern story of a love on the rocks.
Forrester is a master at crafting three-dimensional characters. Dana and Noah are no different. From the first chapter when we learn the status of their marriage, we are given a very realistic, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes frustrating portrayal of a couple who come from different worlds. Noah is the product of privileged, old Pennsylvania money. Dana is his polar opposite–raised in a working-class neighbourhood in Baltimore by her grandmother and her older sister, she has struggled to get used to the life of privilege being Noah’s wife affords, especially since her skin color will always mark her as out of place in the world that Noah comes from. One of the aspects I loved about In Black & White is how Forrester deftly takes us through the couple’s history and its relevance to their separation. These snippets of their shared past help the reader understand who Dana and Noah were when they first met and what attracted them to one another as well as what has driven them apart.
This is not a sugar-coated, fantasy-laden love story, so if that’s what you’re looking for, then this isn’t going to be the book for you. But if you’re in the mood for a very realistic look at a modern love and marriage, racial and socioeconomic differences (and how it can make or break a couple), and how the disappearance of a child can unveil secrets, then you’re going to love In Black & White.
AWAKENED: THE ORACLE CHRONICLES BOOK ONE BY MONI BOYCE
Secret lineage, a ruthless vampire, and forbidden love.
Willow Stevens dreams of stardom are eclipsed by the real nightmares of a sinister man haunting her dreams. Unbeknownst to her, Eli Walker, her hot but snobbish co-worker, may know the reason nightmares plague her, but their history shows he is more prone to reject her, than help her.
Then Willow passes out at work only to wake in Eli’s apartment. There she has her chance to learn more about her heritage. But, knowing why the vampire king stalks her doesn’t make the nightmares disappear. If anything, they become more real as she now faces off against a slew of creatures she’d always believed were myth.
That Eli is one of those creatures is just her luck. Secret witch guild or not, his natural ways are casting spells her heart can’t escape. As a Protector his only focus should be her safety. Anything else is forbidden. He plans to stay in task, but some women break a man, or tempt him to break the rules.
Can Eli keep Willow alive and safe from the vampires long enough for her to grow her own powers or will both cast aside rules for a reckless passion that will only lead to danger?
AWAKENED is the first installment in The Oracle Chronicles series. This interracial, paranormal romance is a great mix of magic, adventure.
**This book is part of a series and ends in a cliffhanger**
Sleep was pulling and tugging at every part of her physically and mentally. The long yawn that left her mouth made her shake her head. The minute she hit the mattress she was asleep in seconds.
Where am I?
When the thought entered her mind she knew she was dreaming, but wherever she was, she’d never been there before. She looked down at her body and saw she was still wearing the bathrobe. A chill crept up her spine because this felt eerily real. In any other dream she wore a random outfit. The hallway was massive, like she was in a palace. Her bare feet made no sound as she tiptoed down the corridor, frightened she would encounter someone. This place had an ominous feeling. She shouldn’t be here.
“Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.” The whispered words did nothing, because she remained in the dream or whatever it was.
A large doorway loomed at the end of the hall. The door was slightly ajar. Against her better judgment she crept towards it.
What am I doing? Why am I going to investigate? I should head in the other direction.
Despite the screaming thoughts in her brain she proceeded to the door, frantically looking around for anyone or anything that might lurk in the shadows. The sliver of an opening was enough for her to press her eye to and attempt to look around without being caught. It was a bedroom. There were floor to ceiling windows on the far side of the room. There must have been a balcony or terrace situated outside because the flimsy, gauzy curtains billowed out from the windows, caught by a breeze. In the dimness she could barely make out a sleeping form in the cavernous bed. The room seemed devoid of anything else, save a large armoire.
Something made her crack the door open and walk inside.
What are you doing you crazy person? Go back. Get out of here.
Still she moved closer, her curiosity carrying her closer and closer. Seconds later, she stood on the stairs that led up to the bed. Her hand and arm shook as she reached out to touch the shoulder of the sleeping form that had their back to her.
His sinister voice froze her in place. The hairs all over her body stood on end. This was Killian’s bedroom. He rolled over and sat up. The covers slipped down revealing his naked chest. His green eyes scanned the darkened chamber. She was sure his vampire sight allowed him to see just fine despite the lack of light. The crazy thing was, he seemed to look right through her like she wasn’t even there. She waved her hand in front of his face.
“You can’t see me?”
His eyes continued to search the room. While she was definitely dumbstruck that she was invisible to him, her mind chose that moment to have a stupid thought.
If he’s a vampire why isn’t he sleeping in a coffin or underground?
She wanted to kick herself.
Really? Right now is not the time for this.
“I can smell the witch on you, Willow.” His nostrils flared.
Her body went rigid with terror.
He knows I’m here.
The derision in his statement made her wonder if he knew she was staying at the Walker Coven. After the attack he already knew she traveled with witches.
“I will find you.” He sounded so sure she swallowed to keep from choking and clutched her throat feeling like he was strangling her.
Her eyes flew open, and she took in a deep, much needed breath before she sat up and looked around the beige and white, eighteenth century bedroom she occupied at the coven and sighed.
Moni Boyce is a writer, filmmaker, poet and author of contemporary and paranormal romance novels. She spent the last fifteen years working in the film industry and now creates characters of her own and brings them to life on the page. Moni has ghostwritten romance novellas and novels for over a year now and decided to put some of her own creations out in the world. She considers herself a bookworm, film buff, foodie, music lover and an avid world traveler having visited 32 countries and counting. She lives a bit of a nomadic life, but considers Los Angeles home. Which is the subject of her first travel book: Greater Than A Tourist – Los Angeles, California: 50 Travel Tips From A Local.
Trois is the exciting conclusion to Brooklyn Knight’s The French Connection series; A BWWM, Multicultural & Interracial Romance. It is currently on sale now in eBook and paperback format.
ABOUT THE BOOK
He has three days to save her…
Dylan Hamilton has waited two years for this day to arrive; the day when Laila Renaud will become his wife. But the morning after his nuptials, he awakens, drugged and confused, only to discover that she has been snatched from his bed. And according to the man who has taken her, he has a limited amount of time to get her back. The clock is ticking… When Stefan Miller finds three Italian gangsters sitting in his suite the morning after Dylan’s wedding, it’s confirmation that his worst fears have come true. His brother’s antics have finally caught up with him and everyone else, including his love-interest, Sasha, who has been held ransom. Now with the clock counting down, he and Dylan must come up with a plan to save the women from impending doom.
Theoretically, it’s a simple operation: Get Stefan’s brother! Engage Dylan’s mob-boss of a mother! Save the girls!
But the rescue effort doesn’t go as smoothly as planned, especially when the puzzle pieces of Dylan’s traumatic past begin to connect. And especially when Stefan discovers that Sasha has fallen under the curious spell of her green-eyed kidnapper.
A persistent pounding on the door ripped me out of sleep. I stirred, extra groggy from the fact that Laila had interrupted my slumber to talk about my parents and the announcement of her pregnancy. Her questions about my mother and father had angered me, but I’d hidden it from her, but when she’d told me she was carrying our baby, any negative emotions I’d been harboring fled.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I reached over to the nightstand and gripped the clock, squinting. “It’s five-thirty,” I said to Laila. I reached over to pull her close, but when I realized the place in which she was laying was empty, my eyes popped open.
“Lai…” I called into the darkness. My eyes shot to the en-suite bathroom, noticing the light bleeding from beneath the closed door.
Maybe she’d gotten up to use it. That was what happened to pregnant women. They peed more and they started throwing up. The sound of water running down the drain confirmed my suspicions.
The banging sounded again and I threw my legs over the edge of the bed, holding my head. That was when I realized the banging wasn’t only coming from the door. An aggressive thud was pounding against my brain, and I wondered what it could be from.
I looked at the empty glass on the night table and my brows drew. I turned to the door. “Who is it?” I shouted.
“Open the door, man!”
I stretched the tightness out of my limbs and made my way over, wondering what in the world would have Stefan so uptight and hammering my door down at such an ungodly hour.
“Lai,” I called again.
Still no answer.
I frowned, peeked through the peephole, and then stood back.
Stefan’s voice emitted from the other side of the barrier, and I couldn’t help but notice the alarmed edge in his tone.
I unlatched the door and ripped it open. Without hesitation, Stefan sprang inside, his eyes as wide as saucers.
“Stef, what the hell –”
“Where’s Laila?” He pushed past me and started searching the room as if he was looking for treasure.
I frowned, trying to understand what he was talking about, all the while, trying to ignore the throbbing in my head. “What do you mean, where’s Laila? She’s in the bathroom.”
Without saying anything, Stefan dashed for the bathroom and ripped at the door.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded rushing after him, I pulled him by the arm.
He ripped his arm away from me and glared at me. His eyes seeped with anger.
I grimaced. “What’s going on?” I demanded.
“Laila isn’t here,” he spat out.
My neck jerked forward. “Of course she is, she’s in the bathroom,” I reminded him. “She’s pregnant.”
Stefan rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and covered his face with his hands. “Jesus Christ…” he muttered.
“That’s not quite the response I was expecting,” I admitted trying to quell my frustration.
Stefan spun around and gripped me by the shoulders. “Dylan, Laila isn’t here,” he said again. Forcefully.
My body turned rigid. “What the hell do you mean –”
“Your boy, Anthony Moretti, the guy you told me not to worry about…”
He was talking, but I’d already ripped the bathroom door open, almost taking it off the hinges. I looked into the room, my eyes shifting frantically, searching for my wife who, true to Stefan’s word, was nowhere in sight. The only sign of movement was the water spilling from the gold faucet and disappearing down the drain.
My chest heaved and I stumbled until I had no choice but to lean over the basin. Water from the tap splashed onto me. Everything was spinning like it would in a funhouse, yet there was no doubt in my mind, I was in a house of goddamn horrors.
“Where’s my wife?” I gripped my temple before pulling myself away from the basin and storming through the Presidential Suite. I ransacked the place. I tore through every room, tossing the furniture like it was plastic. I marched out to the pool and scanned the area. With each examination, the fact that she was nowhere to be found pushed me further over the edge of sanity.
I screamed her name into the emptiness.
Stefan paced the floors next to me. His hand was clasped over his mouth. His eyes were narrow with rage. “He took Sasha too,” he muttered.
I spun around to look at him. “Who took Sasha?”
Stefan turned his eyes on me. “Fucking Moretti.”
I looked at the carpet, trying to make sense of what he was saying. “How do you know this?”
“Because I woke up in the middle of the night to Moretti and his boys in my goddamn room, and that’s when he told me. Silas…”
“What the hell does he have to do with this? I swear to God, I’ll kill him!” I listened, my entire body shaking as Stefan revealed the things Moretti had told him. Then he handed me the man’s business card, his despicable name embossed and emboldened.
Moretti was demanding that we came up with two million euros in three days.
An angry breath escaped my nose. “Fine,” I spat. “He wants it in three days, he’ll have it three hours.”
Stefan nodded, realizing that my transferring the funds into Moretti’s account was the only way to put a stop to what was happening.
I raced around the room, looking for my cell phone. After a few minutes, which felt like a few hours, I found it on the floor underneath shards of a vase I’d destroyed.
I instructed SIRI to call my accountant and waited, operating on threads of patience, for him to pick up.
It went to voicemail.
“What happened?” Stefan asked, dry-washing his hands.
I gripped my bottom lip between my teeth and didn’t respond. Instead, I called the number again, this time taking care to punch each digit in manually.
It rang six times before clicking over to voicemail. In a fit of rage, I pitched the phone across the room and took my sweaty hair into my hands.
“Fuck!” My voice almost made the Swarovski chandelier hanging above us to crash to the floor.
Stefan raked his hands through his afro and pulled out his own cell phone.
“Who are you calling?” I asked, shoving my hands on my hips.
“It sure as hell ain’t my investment banker,” he muttered. “The hell if I have two million goddamn euros sitting in an account.” He pressed the phone against his ear. “I’m calling my brother.”
“If you don’t have it, he sure as hell doesn’t,” I spat. My eyes burned and I rubbed them, trying to erase the sensation.
I needed to slow down.
I needed to calm down and think rationally.
Ma belle fille and Sasha had been abducted. I had no idea how it had happened or when. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized I couldn’t remember much of what had transpired over the course of maybe three or four hours.
Stefan turned away from me and I listened for a second as he threw a slew of curse words into the cell phone receiver.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to practice my solution-focused mantra, the one I used every day at my firm.
“I need to call Moretti,” I mumbled to myself. My cell phone, now shattered on the ground, would be of no use. I rushed to the landline on Laila’s side of the bed and tried to ignore my heart, crushing inside of my chest. I held the business card Stefan and given me and tried to steady my shaking hands as
I dialed the numbers.
Within seconds, Moretti answered.
I dropped onto the bed and pressed the phone hard against my ear. “Tell me this is a fucking joke!” I shouted into the phone.
“Dylan Hamilton.” The sound of his vocals made me want to spit.
“Where is my goddamn wife?” He’d barely finished his greeting before I was barking the demand. “I swear to God, I’m two seconds away from alerting INTERPOL. They’ll have you apprehended and your ass will be in jail quicker than you can fucking blink!”
“A few things,” Moretti responded casually. “INTERPOL is not a threat to me. Yes, I have been barred from various jurisdictions, but that does not inhibit my movements. Surely, you are aware of this. Secondly, if I were you, I would think long and hard about alerting anybody about anything. Your precious wife and her friend would be dead before the authorities ever caught up with me and my men. And thirdly…” he sighed. “You should practice being less emotional. You are a savvy business tycoon who cuts million-dollar deals by the hour. You, of all people should know that emotion has no place when it comes to business. Let us talk like the adults that we are.”
I gritted my teeth and tried to settle myself as best I could. In some ways he was right. My only concern was getting my wife and Sasha back. If that meant playing Moretti’s sick game, I should at least hear the rules.
Brooklyn Knight is a romance enthusiast who lives in the island of Bermuda and has been writing stories since she was a little girl. Over the years, her gift for designing and bringing characters to life has evolved, and she enjoys creating vivid, memorable characters and unforgettable situations. Her characters are thought-provoking and evocative; and they will draw emotion out of you like water from a well.
It’s Day 5 of Foster an Author 2018! Yesterday we delved into M.W. Brown‘s Portraits in Fleshwith many deliciously creepy teasers. For our last day of Foster an Author 2018, I thought we could have a look at more of her work.
Did you know that M.W. Brown also writes flash fiction?
Head over to her website and check out her Bite-sized Reads. These 100-word stories will give you a taste of her writing style if you still haven’t taken the plunge and purchased Portraits in Flesh. 🙂
Did you know she’s multi-genre?
Not only does she write horror/psychological thrillers, she’s also written science fiction and romance-crime fiction.
Twenty short stories from authors around the galaxy. A brutal dictator takes control of a broken and dying Earth. The last humans alive flee their dying galaxy travelling faster than the speed of light; their journey will last a thousand years. Humanity’s newest super drug is being created in the most unscrupulous way imaginable. Rich neonobles take their huntinggame deep into the slums in search of a more interesting prey: the poor. These are just some of the amazing stories in THE COLLAPSAR DIRECTIVE a science fiction anthology including stories from Mel Newmin, Ryan Benson, M W Brown, Perry McDaid, Alan Seeger, Isabella Fox, Steph Minns, Karin Hartmann, and many more..
Includes Run by M W Brown
He opens his eyes to a dark, silent world. No memories, no clothes, just a large scar on his chest and the number 15 glowing ominously at the edge of his vision, darting about like an irritating eye floater. Trapped in a glass cylinder, he must find a way to escape, find some light, and then someone to ask what the hell is going on. His name would be a good place to start. Then the number changes to 14. What does it mean? Is it a countdown? If so, a countdown to what?
Relationships are at the very core of who we are as human beings. They can pull us together, or tear us apart. Love lifts us up, and just as quickly drives us to madness, despair, and even into the murky depths of the criminal underworld. RELATIONSHIP ADD VICE is a thrilling blend of Crime and Romance, featuring more than twenty authors from around the world, twisted tales of life, lust, and lawlessness.
Includes The Good Guys by M W Brown
Since they were children, Charlie has loved Lucy. She is quirky, smart and possesses an uncanny knack for finding things buried in the ground. It makes her one hell of an archaeologist.
On a dig in England, Lucy makes a startling discovery and the bad guys come calling. Now Charlie has to protect Lucy, escape the bad guys and survive the evil lurking beneath their feet.
Are you ready for a wild ride around the world without ever leaving your home? Here is your ticket to all the fun and adventure you can handle, and more besides. Exotic locations and thrilling action combine in PHUKET TATTOO: Crazy Tales of Far Away Places. People smugglers in Vietnam, sinister plastic surgery resorts, drinking in Serbia with Uncle Vlado, and many more stories of travel, mayhem, and broken bedframes. Features 20 stories from authors all around the world.
Includes Everlasting Marks by M W Brown
Sometimes the stories told to tourists are more than just clever marketing. Sometimes a dark truth is woven into their enticing lies
Sometimes a few drops of blood and an old woman with a tattoo gun can change a life forever.
And now a few reader questions answered…
From Felicia Steele: What got you inspired to become a writer?
I used to enjoy writing stories at school but never even considered writing as a career. About five years ago, I had a ‘what if?’ moment after my daughter had been playing with our sat nav and thought it would make a great story. The idea wouldn’t leave me and continued to grow in my head. Then, after I read one of Stephen King’s fantastic books and followed it with a book that was selling in the millions but I thought was written terribly, I decided to give it a go myself.
From Zoe O’Farrell: What is your Kryptonite?
In terms of writing, researching on the internet is my Kryptonite. I can start off looking for jobs that kept men at home during the WW2 and find myself, two hours later, looking at videos of ghosts caught on camera or funny cats and I’ve not written a word!
From Terry: My question…would you like another cousin hehe
I don’t know if I could handle another cousin like her – she is wonderfully unique! But I’m always open to suggestions. 😉
I hope you’ve enjoyed getting to know M.W. Brown as much as I have. Make sure you continue to follow her writing career.
And don’t forget to come back later today to find out who is the winner of the giveaway! There’s still a little time to enter — just post a comment to this post! A winner will be chosen today at 6PM EST.
Happy Thursday, everyone, and welcome to Day 4 of Foster an Author 2018! Today I’m sharing with you some teasers from M.W. Brown‘s Portraits in Flesh. Don’t forget to leave a comment to be a part of the giveaway–hurry! Tomorrow’s the last day to enter! 🙂
It’s Part Two of Day 3 of Foster an Author 2018 and now let’s take a look at the other series Dee Garcia writes — the Scarsi Family Series. Grab a cup of coffee, sit back and let’s find out about this series.
The Scarsi Family Series
The Scarsi Family Series is a dark romance/erotic suspense revolving around decadently lethal Eden Scarsi and her family. A trained assassin from early on in her youth, Eden has taken out mark after mark without issue…until Xander Royce.
Falling for him was never the plan.
I knew better.
But the heart wants what it wants.
Loyalties will crumble…
Secrets will come to light…
One destined to fall forever.
The clock is ticking and as Daddy always says…
Time is of the essence.
Will love prevail?
Note from the author: X-394 contains strong language, sexually explicit scenes, detailed displays of graphic violence, and some scenes that may cause triggers. This book is intended for mature audiences only.
X-394 is available exclusively on Amazon for Kindle and in paperback. Get your copy today!
Without qualms. Without falter. All in the name of love.
A war erupted upon our departure, rising perilous times as we trekked around the globe to stay alive. But one can only run so long, and with such precious things at risk, we were doomed from the very start.
Through newfound fear and paranoia, my dark passenger emerges, her intent solely to remind me I can’t escape her harrowing clutches, no matter how hard I may try. She will supersede me eventually, and when the time comes, blood will surely be shed.
Were we foolish to believe we could pull this off all along or will love find a way to see us through this hellish storm?
Note from the Author:Dead or Alive – Part One is the second installment in The Scarsi Family Series. It is not a standalone and should be read after X-394. Due to profane language, sexually explicit situations, displays of graphic violence, and some scenes that may cause distress or emotional triggers, this book is intended for mature audiences only…
Love cannot be forbidden, or so they say, and maybe, just maybe they’re right.
The tables have turned in our favour; forcing us apart is no longer an option whether they approve or not. But with this silver lining comes great responsibility, and I fear only one of is suitable to carry out the next chapter of our lives.
Uncertainty. Guilt. Self-loathing. My dark passenger is louder than ever before, catapulting me into a downward spiral that could cost me everything.
Now we find ourselves back at square one. Loyalties continue to crumble, secrets surface from the grave. A battle of wills, morality and family will be our saving grace.
Happy Tuesday, peeps, and welcome to the second day of Foster an Author 2018. I’d planned on sharing Dee Garcia‘s Five Favourites, but she’s still working on the answers. Instead, let’s showcase the first book in the Bloodshed Duet series, I Am Lioness. There’s also a chance to win a copy of this title. Scroll down and you’ll see. Enjoy! 🙂
Welcome to Day 2 of Foster an Author 2018! Today I asked M.W. Brown to join me for a round of Five Favourites. Let’s sit back, relax and get to know more about our featured author!
Giveaway alert: Want to win a copy of M.W. Brown‘s debut novel, Portraits in Flesh? Post a question for her in the comments for a chance to win! On Friday, 26 October, I’ll choose a winner. Good luck!
Favourite place to write
The perfect view for writing.
My husband and I run our own business, so life is pretty hectic and I write whenever and wherever I can squeeze half an hour to myself. I always have a notepad in my bag.
This year on holiday our apartment had a beautiful balcony overlooking the sea and I loved writing there when the day was cooling down. The view was very inspiring.
I have two muses—David Bowie and my cousin. If I need an idea, I tell my cousin the general theme or problem and all she has to say is one word and it sends me down a path I may not have thought of before. When writing I like to listen to music and, because of David Bowie’s diverse catalogue, I can usually find a song or album that fits in with the mood of my chapter/story/character and use that to help fine tune the mood.
Favourite way to celebrate writing “the end”
I don’t really have a way to celebrate but as soon as I’ve finished a piece, I send it off to my cousin to read and eagerly wait for her feedback.
The mysterious M.W. Brown 🙂
Favourite time of day to write
I usually end up writing late at night because of my busy schedule. There are fewer distractions and I don’t feel like I’m missing out on family time. I’ve written to the early hours of the morning on occasion.
Favourite way to relax
Reading a good book in a deep, hot, bubble bath.
Thanks to M.W. Brown for doing a round of Five Favourites with me. Don’t forget to post a question for her in the comments for a chance to win Portraits in Flesh! And make sure you stop by her website and get to know even more about the enigmatic author. 🙂
It’s Foster an Author 2018 and this year I am hosting M.W. Brown and Dee Garcia! All week I’ll be posting tidbits about them and helping you get to know their work.
So who’s M.K. Brown?
M. W. Brown likes to sneak away from the UK and travel to planet Bowie to write horror, supernatural thrillers, and anything dark that pops into the imagination en route. Ziggy, Aladdin, and the Thin White Duke supply copious amounts of coffee while keeping the mood suitably twisted and, when not working, can be found people-watching and searching for the elusive “normal person” to study and dissect. Portraits in Flesh, a psychological thriller with a paranormal twist, was published early 2018 and several short stories have been published in a variety of anthologies.
And who is Dee Garcia?
Dee Garcia is a voracious fan of romance novels and a long time lover of the written word. Her mission is to craft unique, compelling stories that will give her readers a place to briefly escape the trials and tribulations of everyday reality. With headstrong heroine’s who don’t need a man to stand on their own two feet, Dee hopes to leave her mark in the Indie world, one plot twist at a time.
Giveaway alert: Interested in getting to know both authors a little better? I’ll be giving away two ebook copies of both authors’ work! All you have to do is post a comment and let me know who is your favourite celebrity obsession. I’ll choose two winners on Friday, 26 October. 🙂
BeYOUtiful by Martha Cothron – out February 28, 2018
Isn’t this cover inspiring and beautiful?
So many times, we hide from ourselves. We believe that the world won’t love us for who we are. We have been taught to be ashamed of our scares.
When was the last time you looked in the mirror and saw yourself as who you truly are? BeYOUtiful!
Martha Cothron is sharing with the world some of her most loved photographs that were taken during her many modeling adventures around the world. Also, included are inspiring short stories strength, quotes of self-love, poetry and other soul-searching words that will heal and guide you through this crazy thing we call life. #BeYOUtiful #MarthaCothron #LoveYourSelf #CoverReveal #ComingSoon
Cover Model: Martha Boss
Photographer: Melissa McAnuff of Melissa Lynn Photography
Cover Designer: Kennedy Kelly of Cover Crush Designs