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Snippet Saturday — Shiftin’ Sassy!

Scroll down for a snippet from Shiftin’ Sassy, courtesy of Amazon. Enjoy!

Derria, like her cousins at Pryde Ranch, is trained to take down the worst shifters imaginable. After chasing her bounty into the Tail of the Dragon, she discovers that this mountain gem is shifter central where they’ve managed to keep themselves off the world’s radar…until now.

Lakota Phillips keeps his status as a S.W.A.T. agent under wraps. No one from Clan Gunn in the Dragon knows what he does when he’s away from this place. But when a fellow agent shows up for reasons that make sense to no one, what is he to do?

But that may have to wait. Kerr Blackwood, the rogue they’re searching for, is a shifter from Lakota’s neck of the woods. And suddenly, Derria’s hunt doesn’t quite pass the smell test.

Warning: This book contains hot alphas, mating heat and women who stroke their guns. Bring it on, baby!

Dutch’s Sister from another Mister?

As we eagerly await Killjoys Season 2 on SyFy, I am following the cast members as if they were my personal bacon crack (all hail bacon crack! See my previously posted recipe to make this, if you dare).

I finally got the rest of my family to sit down and watch Season 1, Episodes 1 and 2, and I am happy to report that they were all sitting on the livingroom floor with their mouths hanging open trying to guess what’s going to happen next.

So I got to thinking about my own Sci-fi books, and I’m pretty sure that Scharsi, a Gen8 Super Soldier in Hide No More, would have been good friends with the “Almighty Dutch” (yes, that’s totally a Episode 6 quip).

Check out a free preview of Hide No More. Scharsi, meet the awesome people who enjoy Sci-fi romance and Killjoys to boot. Killjoy addicts, meet Scharsi. Scroll on down after the preview, but we warned — HERE THERE BE SPOILERS! You’re welcome 8)

SPOILER ALERT!!!!
So you’re probably wondering why I think these two women would give a rat’s rear end about one another. Well, as an author, the stories I write come with characters who have pasts, presents and futures. And looking at Dutch’s past, I see some similarities with Scharsi (which I think is FANTASTIC considering Scharsi’s story hit the bookshelves at least five years ago). So, I think these two would gel because:

1) They both escaped from a life of being ‘handled’.
2) They’re bad ass women who yet revel in their femininity.
3) They have soft spots for those they care about.
4) Did I mention they’re bad asses?
5) Oh, and guns ~~ they have the most amazing “taste in gear”.

Dutch escaped from Khylen (or at least she thought she’d escaped), a man who taught her how to kill without remorse. The only problem is that he underestimated his charge’s innate sense of morality. He expected an automaton, but what he got was a woman who makes her own decisions.

As for Scharsi, she had a similar situation. Her ‘trainers’ responsible for shaping her into an unapologetic killing machine as a top-of-the-line genetically engineered super soldier also underestimated her sense of self, her ability to choose the moral high ground while still being quite scary, and her ability to love even though she was taught that relationships were for the weak-minded.

Snippet Saturday – Lean on me…hee…heeee


Snippet Saturday is a brilliant collaboration by Lauren Dane and a fabulous group of authors that she’s invited to join her in posting book goodies every Saturday, of which I am thrilled to be a part of. This week’s theme is *drumroll* LEAN ON ME!

We all need somebody to lean on now and then, right? Well, the same can be said of romance novel characters. Enjoy the Snippet and then be sure to visit all the Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom. In fact, even badass Super Soldiers need a shoulder. So enjoy the Snippet from Death and Roses where Scharsi, Gen8 Super Soldier finds comfort in the arms of her lover…the man who was sent to terminate her.

Heart lodged in his throat, Tanil  gathered Scharsi close and spoke what he hoped were soothing words against her  ear, careful to keep his tone low in case her auditory filter was disengaged.

“Tell me what’s wrong. I’m a tough guy and all, but I don’t think I can take too many tears from you. It  breaks my heart.”

“It’s just that…” She stopped short  on a loud slurpy sniff. Completely unladylike and the cutest thing Tanil had ever seen.

“I mean, you’re just so easy to be with. No drama. No weirdness about what I am. No regrets about what you are,  I mean, being a soldier for the fucking Amalgamation and all. You care about  me, Tan. I mean really care. I can tell by the way you touch me. The way you  listen to me when I have something to say. The way you make me laugh to the point my stomach hurts.”

And it was true. He did care about her. In fact, he was far gone in love with the woman. He hadn’t told her because he didn’t want to distract her or take her focus off the hunt. This was dangerous stuff and the last thing Scharsi needed was a man-sized distraction on the way into a life-or-death situation. Yet at the same time, the way her  tears flowed, the expression on her beautiful face all looked a lot like love  too.

With each passing day he found himself craving to be the one constant in Scharsi’s life. Did she love him? Maybe. Maybe not. But he was determined to be the best thing in her life until she decided that she needed, wanted, someone other than him.

This tough-as-nails woman was bred to violence, yet could sit here and cry with him, laugh at his dumb jokes while making a few terribly corny ones herself. She was smart as a whip, wise as an old woman, yet when time allowed, as carefree as a kid who enjoyed candy and a tickle on the tummy. Well rounded should have been her middle name. What more could a man ask for? Well, he could think of one thing.

“Scharsi, please don’t cry.”

“I can’t help it. You just make me so happy. And I know I’ve said it a million times, but you make me comfortable. I was already comfortable in my own skin, but I’ve never been with anyone who made me feel so…normal.”

“Would it make you feel even more normal for me to tell you that I love you?” Damn it. He hadn’t meant to say it. Hadn’t he just finished telling himself she didn’t need such a distraction? But, it just slipped out.

“What? You love me?”

“I do. I love everything about you.”

Tanil was puzzled when she turned away and lowered her lashes. Scharsi didn’t have a shy bone in her body. What was this about?

“Scharsi, look at me.”

She shook her head, ‘no’.

No?

“Don’t get me wrong, Tan. I love myself, love who I am. It’s just that, well, it’s different to have someone else love me this way. Carl was the only one, and even he didn’t quite love me like this. I don’t know if that makes sense to you but…”

Then it dawned on him—there was a part of herself she held back, a piece that was specific to what she was rather than who she was. Something he hadn’t seen until now, but was of so little consequence Tanil hadn’t given it a second thought. Obviously, Scharsi had given it a second, third and probably a fourth thought. But why? Did the woman think he hadn’t already accepted it? Of course it was a ridiculous notion, but his Scharsi bordered on “emotional wreck” just now, so perhaps he’d let it go, right? No way in hell.

Quietly, in a tone he hoped was sweet, he said, “Let me see you, Scharsi. Please.”

At her hesitation he added, “Scharsi, please look at me, sweetheart. Share that last bit of yourself with me. Besides it’s only fair.”

She turned with a half smile and a questioning tilt of her head.

“Well, you know that my birthmark is just under the curve of my ass. It’s only fair I get to see your birthmark.”

He knew she understood. Super Soldiers might incur a scar from a battle or two, but they were born perfect. No birthmarks or any other physical flaw. Except one that, regardless of the decades of research and DNA manipulation, the Military Sciences Lab couldn’t breed away.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me.”

Lifting her head, she stared him straight in the eye. Like the subtle shifting of dusk to dawn, Scharsi’s honey brown irises began to fade until a silvery white gaze peered boldly back at him. She was still the slightest unsure—he could see it in her body language, the stiffness of her spine, the tightness around her mouth. Tanil couldn’t blame her after all she’d been through, but he was certainly determined to wipe it from her mind.

“Beautiful, Scharsi. They’re beautiful, just like all the rest of you.”

Her expression was dubious at best. He looked closer, could see the iris begin to darken.

“No, don’t. Don’t change them back. I love your eyes.”

Reluctantly she relented and allowed that slight hint of brown to retreat, leaving the most beautiful moonlight-colored eyes Tanil had ever seen. He’d done his share of work with SS, but he couldn’t think of a single one with eyes quite like his Scharsi’s. Deeply expressive, they told of her struggles and her determination to survive. Her zest for life, though she’d spent many years hiding, her loyalty to those she cared for and a bone-deep honor and commitment to doing what was right. But when she tilted her head just so, he caught the glimpse of what he was truly looking for—the passionate, giving lover that reveled in not only her femininity, but her strength as well. Oh, and orgasms. Yes, the woman did love to come, for sure.

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Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Leah Braemel
Eliza Gayle
Mandy M Roth
Lissa Matthews
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
HelenKay Dimon
Lauren Dane
Delilah Devlin
Jody Wallace

Snippet Saturday – Travel

Now THIS is something I know a little bit about ;D Travel is something I do often for the day job. This year I’ve been to four or five different countries and all over the danged states, too. As a matter of fact, as I type this post, I’m 3000 miles away from home.

So let’s do something a bit different, eh? Let’s go intergalactic!

In this snippet from Death and Roses, our heroine and hero are headed for a very important meeting…on another planet…that’s a bitch to get to. And one of our peeps would rather make use of the little white bag in the seat pocket in front of him. What made me think of this? My most recent trip to the East coast where I just knew I was gonna blow chunks as a result of the turbulence – gah!

After the post, enjoy all the Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the page.

Tanil literally jumped into his clothes while moving toward the door. Scharsi didn’t bother. It would take her almost two minutes to get all the way back to the bridge. She had no time for modesty. It was the one disadvantage to having a large med ship. It had been converted into a fighting machine, but that didn’t change the size of the damn thing.

“What’s going on? What’s happening?” Tanil ran right behind her.

“The ship’s computer can’t handle getting us on the ground. Have you ever been to Mimnet?”

“Once. I don’t remember much of it. I got so airsick from all the turbul…ah shit!”

“Exactly. The turbulence. Mimnet is bad enough, but the computer said we’re coming up on Quantinium Moon. Landing on Mimnet itself might be a rocky proposition, but Quantinium is ten times as tricky.”

“Well at least I get a nice view of your ass while you run to save the ship.”

“Perv.”

“Definitely.”

Scharsi settled into the captain’s chair. Tanil ran back to her bunk, grabbed some clothes, then held tightly to the controls as she hopped up and dressed at record speed. Seated again, Scharsi thanked the Gods for her unusual strength. Piloting this craft through to the moon was a fucking fighting match—her against the atmosphere.

Tanil took the co-chair and brought up the topography grid. “Good Gods. Is there really something in this place? Scanners are coming up empty.”

“Must be or Vonner wouldn’t have sent us here.”

“Trust him that much, do you?”

“Actually, I do,” Scharsi said. “Men like him have their own code of conduct. Once they bring you into the fold, people like Ulric Vonner will treat you like family. Once we became BHI good guys, we became part of his crew.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but you don’t send family into this kind of shit without warning.” Tanil grimaced as he held onto the arms of his chair for dear life.

“Yeah, but think about it this way, Tan, the people he’s sending us to hook up with are part of that family. He’s not going to out them just to make it easier for us to get to them. He has to protect them just as he would protect us. Period.”

“Makes sense. So now explain why it feels like my teeth are being rattled around in my head by this Gods-awful turbulence? If it keeps up, I’ll be painting the bridge floor with all kinds of new smelly colors.”

“The ice storms are bad enough, but the ground isn’t much better. Computer, magnify distance to thirty percent.”

“Yes, Commander.”

After a wicked drop in altitude, Scharsi pulled back on the controls to level them out. “See, look there. This place is one big mountain range covered with nothing but jagged peaks and a hell of a lot of snow and ice. One wrong move and we not only risk a nasty crash, but also being spotted by one of a bazillion sensors floating around in the black.”

“And we’re going there on purpose?”

“Looks like. Computer, disengage autopilot on my mark.”

“What? Disengage?” Yep, he was definitely going to blow chunks.

“There’s no choice but to pilot without the benefit of the computer’s quick calculations. Computer, five, four, three, two. Mark.”

“Autopilot disengaged, Commander.”

“Oh lord, we’re gonna die.”

“Oh stop,” Scharsi said playfully. “Thankfully this is an agile craft with good maneuverability.”

“Yeah, but she sure has a big ass,” Tanil grumbled.

“I thought you liked big asses.”

What could he say to that? It was beyond the truth, and Scharsi’s was a spankable piece of art that was permanently framed in his mind. He was a happy man. A nauseated one, but happy none the less.

Jody Wallace
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
Lacey Savage
Sasha White
Shelli Stevens

Snippet Saturday – Dreams

Now there are different types of dreams. Dreams that you have when you’re asleep, and dreams that you have when you’re awake such as what you’d like your life to be like when you grow up. Actually, I want to be a wealthy full-time writer when I grow up *snark* or perhaps an adopted daughter of J.K. Rowling.

In this excerpt from Death and Roses, our heroine, Scharsi, a genetically modified Generation8 Super Soldier…just wants to be loved. That’s her one and only dream…and it’s just come true.

After the excerpt don’t forget to visit the other Snippet Saturday authors!

The scent of their loving filled the air. It reminded Scharsi of sweet summer fields on Trescalane just as the red coffee and tropical fruits were harvested for the season’s production of strong javé and potent liqueur. And he was just so comfortable in his skin, comfortable with her. He gave her his trust, which is something she’d never received from another person in all her life, save one.

Tanil wrapped himself around her and buried his nose in her hair, as was his habit.

“You were a knockout before, but this new short and sassy hairdo of yours is off the charts in the sexy department.”

It would have been completely dry by now if not for the new drenching of sweat—all his fault of course. Not that she was complaining. Instead of a comment, Scharsi yawned big and so unladylike she almost snorted as she snuggled closer.

Her stomach rumbled and gurgled like an old derelict ship that had run out of fuel. She could still use that snack she’d been headed to before the haircut, shower and being waylaid—boy had she ever been laid—by Tanil. She’d been three kinds of depressed at what seemed
like eons ago, but now that her attitude had been properly adjusted and her muscles all langui-fied, a nap seemed more in order, whether her gut rolled around in protest of its lack of food or not.

So, any idea where we’re going?”

“Not a clue,” she replied on yet another yawn. “All I know is that Vonner said the place we’re going is some
super seekrit resistance hole up.”

“Seekrit?” Tanil laughed so hard her head bounced up and down on his shoulder. “Snark much, Scharsi?”

She smiled. Couldn’t help it. “Well, anyway,” she drawled, “Dex programmed the coordinates and in a few hours we’ll end up wherever it is we’re supposed to be.”

“Sounds easy enough. Aw hell, sorry, be right back.”

A few moments later, Tanil returned, flopping down next to her as if he’d known her forever, like they were truly a couple and not just sleeping together. The warm towel he’d run to the head to get was placed gently between her legs as he cleaned her up. No awkward movements, no weird silence. Just lovely comfort.

The towel sailed across the room toward the pile of towels she’d used on her hair and body. The man dropped a kiss on her shoulder, smiled and wrapped her up in his arms again.

When he let out a contented sigh, Scharsi lost it.

The alarm on Tanil’s face at her first sob would have had her cracking up if not for the soul-deep emotion that bubbled over inside her. If only he knew what he’d done. She hadn’t been so completely exposed, so torn down, yet emotionally built up, and all by his openness, his desire to see to her needs and the willingness to accept her, flaws and all.

Snippet Saturday authors
Jody Wallace
Emma Petersen
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
Sasha White

Snippet Saturday – The male protagonist

A glimpse at the male protagonist from the sci-fi romance, Death and Roses. Be sure to enjoy the other Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the end of this post.

Note for Readers: You must be over eighteen to read this excerpt.


DEATH and ROSES
a Hunter for Hire novel
Ellora’s Cave | Amazon (Kindle) | Barnes and Noble

He’d teased her mercilessly during dinner. Having surprised her with the knowledge that he could actually cook more than dehydrated military rations, Tanil was pretty proud of the fresh foods he’d prepared as a result of raiding her cold storage. He’d ended the meal with a shot of fruity Tropicure for the both of them.

And Scharsi was as potent as the liquor he’d served up. And he couldn’t wait to taste her, to see if she was as sweet, whether she would coat his tongue, then burn him on the way down.

Thoughts tumbled around in his head but he kept his mouth closed. After all, he could sense her uncertainty, and the last thing he wanted was to say something stupid and chase her away.

Instead he held her hand in a gentle grip and led her to her quarters in silence. The door slid open with a quiet hiss. She froze at the threshold. Raising his hands slowly so as not to startle her, Tanil let his fingers dip into the tense muscles of her neck and shoulders. A few seconds passed, then he stepped closer.

“Invite me in?”

A slight turn and her gaze locked with his.

For a moment, Tanil was struck by the sheer, raw beauty of the woman. Words stuck in his throat as he moved around her body to stand before her.

“I have to touch you, Shar.” Gently he placed his hands on either side of her head and guided her into his kiss. Just before their lips touched he stilled, looking deeper into the light brown of her muted honey-colored eyes.

And there it was—fear. Stark, barely leashed. Something he doubted she had much experience with. Her facial features gave away nothing. Every muscle in her body appeared relaxed and uncommonly still. Yet her eyes told it all. She was terrified. The question—what was she afraid of? Certainly not him in a physical sense. Scharsi was built like a damn prison hulk—strong enough to contain the meanest, baddest criminal in the ‘verse. If she wanted out, there was nothing he could do to stop her. They both knew that.

Sex? Sure, she could handle that. He was, after all, former Interplanetary Military. He knew all about the SS program. Scharsi would have been trained to be good at it like she was groomed to be good at everything else. But attraction? Now that was another matter altogether. And from what he knew of the rigorous and brutal training that all SS went through, attraction was not something that was allowed. Ever. She would be woefully unprepared to deal with it.

Unable to resist, Tanil drew his thumb over a plump bottom lip, teasing the flesh until she gently bit down. He shook his head and smiled. Not a plastic, perfectly practiced spreading of his lips, but a genuine smile that he felt clear down to the depths of his soul.

He knew exactly what she would do next—attempt to regain control.

“Not happening, Shar.”

“What?” she asked. Her tongue now followed his thumb back and forth across her mouth.

“You don’t get to be in charge. Not tonight.” Or any other night. “But I promise I won’t fuck you without your full consent and cooperation. Ever.”

She started to protest, he could feel it in the tightening muscles in the center of her back as he moved a hand to gently stroke up and down her spine.

“You get to be a woman right now. No need to be a soldier. Let me take care of you, even just for a little while. Give me complete control of your release. Promise me.”

Snippet Saturday authors
Emma Petersen
Jody Wallace
Leah Braemel
Lissa Matthews
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Selena Blake
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
Lauren Dane

Snippet Saturday – Worldbuilding

While romantic tension, awesome sex and perhaps a bit of suspense and/or drama are required for a good novel, I don’t think there is anything quite as important as worldbuilding. Without a good solid world for the characters to play in, they may as well be…well, non-existent, right?

I’ve chosen the prologue from my upcoming release, Death and Roses. Our heroine is a DNA-perfected Generation 8 Super Soldier. I think this snippet sets the stage and the tone for the story. Gives you an idea where the characters are, and perhaps a glimpse of what ‘goes on there’.

After the excerpt, please enjoy all of our Snippet Saturday authors! Links to their Snippets are at the bottom of this post. Tally ho!

An Excerpt From: DEATH AND ROSES
Copyright © TJ MICHAELS, 2010
Coming September 24th
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.


Prologue

The woman wished she could move her head, wished she could move anything. Eyes closed against the blinding light overhead, she tried to concentrate on the sounds around her. It all seemed so muted. Fighting against the numbing effects of the narcotic floating in her system, the woman gathered the last of her remaining strength and pulled against the restraints. Nothing. Not a single muscle moved more than a millimeter. Great. Semi-paralyzed and muzzy brained. What a fabulous combination.

She knew full well where she was, also knew there was a horde of white-coated doctors and scientists in the observatory above. They always stayed out of arms reach when a Hunter was being worked on in what they lovingly called the “Black Carpet Room”.

Funny. There wasn’t a single thing black in here. She’d know, having been a guest within these sterile circular walls often enough.

“Soldier.” A single bland, emotionless voice, louder than the others, floated into the space around her. Immediately the din of conversation bombarding her through the speakers quieted. “State your rank and serial number.”

Immediately, she responded with a clear voice. “Senior Commander, SH-58R39C.”

Well, at least her mouth still worked, so she could tell them to kiss her perfect, genetically modified ass.

“State your current assignment and generation, Commander,” the scientist said, sounding beyond bored. Perhaps he was. After all, she had a feeling she was here for a reason that was all too common these days among her fellow Gen8s.

“I repeat, state your current assignment and generation.”

“IMF Special Weapons and Tactics. Generation eight Super Soldier.” Gods, she hated saying that.

For what seemed like the twentieth time, he asked, “Do you understand why you are here in the labs today, Commander?”

Well, she had a good idea, but since she wasn’t completely sure, she said, “No sir.”

“You are here because your generation of Super Soldiers, you in particular, have not responded adequately to the additional neuro education that is required to …”

At that point, she simply engaged her auditory implant and turned the filter on and up as high as her brain could push it. The scientist’s voice faded to a muted, barely audible, “Blah, blah, blah…” She’d heard enough. If they were going to kill her, just get it over with. Knowing why they were going to terminate her wouldn’t change a damn thing.

Eyes closed, with a calm perfected by several journeys through combat hell, she relaxed her breathing and noticed the veins in her eyelids ran mostly east and west. Then she heard a schnick. In the next instant, the red of the inside of her eyelids that indicated the lights were turned all the way up suddenly hit the extreme opposite of the spectrum.

She snapped her eyes open. The whole damn room was pitch black. Even her enhanced vision had trouble making out what was going on around her. The humming of the machines that kept the dose of the narcotics pumping into her body at the perfect incapacitating level all went dead at once. A blur of white coats milled around upstairs. The scientists in the observatory, trained to do everything in silence, seemed out of sorts. Was that screaming?

Disengaging the auditory filter, her ears filled with the sounds of chaos. What the hell was going on?

She was strapped to a sterile operating table. The leather bands over her chest and legs were secured with reinforced synth-steel couplings that required a key. That key, a digital chip coded to the locks on the straps, was probably around the neck of the half-zombie sounding creep that had spoken to her over the sound system before all the lights went out.

Which meant she was screwed. All hell was breaking loose and she was stuck on her back, strapped to a table with her ass paralyzed.

“Whatever you do, Scharsi, don’t move just now.”

Who the hell…? Wait, that voice was familiar, pleasant. Not dead and careless like the other scientists. And there was only one human in the whole facility who called her Scharsi. But it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t dare, would he?

She started to turn her head to look at the origin of the voice when the straps were literally blown away from her body. It didn’t do a damn thing for her non-working limbs and parts as she tried to heft herself off the table.

“I said, don’t move.”

“What’s going on?” she asked with a croak. Immediately a tube was inserted in her mouth. Water, thank gods. “How long have they kept me in here?”

“You’ve been under sedation for four hours. They just brought you out long enough to question you quickly. Rebels have attacked the facility. And…”

“And what?” she demanded.

“And you’re scheduled for life termination.”

“Life termination? When?”

The figure she couldn’t quite make out leaned in close. Facial features were coming into focus now. And his scent, she’d know it anywhere. His warm breath tickled her ear as he said, “Right now.”

Tubes slipped from her body. A familiar, but hated, series of needles were removed from her temple, the side of her neck, her chest and the inside of her biceps. Damn that hurt.

The doors to the room slid open, but instead of the typical light from the hallways, it just seemed to get darker. But the feet she heard entering the room was a sound she would never forget. She couldn’t move a muscle. Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t run. All she could do was accept her fate. And she couldn’t blame the doctor near her side who had always been so nice to her. After all, he was only doing his job. Bastard.

This was it. This was the end. The crackle of a body bag, something she was unfortunately familiar with, rustled around her feet, and then encased her totally. The sound of the zipper sent a cold streak of fear snaking its way through the little holes in each bone of her spine.

“Good night, Scharsi,” was said with such affection, followed by a prick in her neck just before the last few inches of the bag closed out the world.

Good night? Hmm, that was an interesting way to refer to death.

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Shelli Stevens
Lissa Matthews
Lauren Dane
Ashley Ladd
Vivian Arend
Taige Crenshaw
Shelley Munro
McKenna Jeffries
Mandy M Roth
Jody Wallace