Paranormal dark romance that sizzles with power and sensuality

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Blood Stained Tranquility

Series: Ryze #2

Author: N. Isabelle Blanco

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Erotica

Release Date: August 28, 2017
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Evesse 

Five weeks ago, my best friend was abducted. A sacrifice for the God of Lust.
It wasn’t the beginning of her end . . . it turned out to be the beginning of mine.
I’ve been brought back from the dead.
Only to be condemned to die once more.
I’ve awakened to find myself mated to Zeniel, the God of Tranquility. But, no. That isn’t who he is anymore.
I’m so vile that simply meeting me tore out the most primal, dark force inside him.
He’s a demon.
A mythical monster.
An indiscriminate killer.
He’s made to destroy the entire fucking world . . . and I’d give anything to have him. 

Zeniel 

Within the red and black shadows of doom, all I see are my victims. The sinners I need to destroy.
And her.
Always her.
I want to despise her for what her past did to me. A single look into her eyes and the creature trapped inside me broke free.
You see, I’m a fucking sham. A pretender. I wasn’t born as Zeniel, God of Tranquility.
I was born as Mavrak, the war demon God of Vengeance.
He killed millions across the dimensions once.
To avenge and protect her, he’ll destroy millions once again.
For her, I’ll let my powers of Tranquility die in a maelstrom of blood . . .
Even if it means killing everyone else that I love.  

MY OPINION

Terrible Gods, cosmic forces and relentless, consuming passion align in this second book in a series that devours the reader's mind.

The writing is as complex and rich as the relationships between the Gods and the universal energies at play. Sometimes is a bit convoluted, tending to be obscure or obsessive about the same predicament. On the other hand, it reflects really well the characters' inner struggle, the power of their suffering, and the stormy inevitability of their desires.

The main female character, Evesse, has to deal with the monstrous aftermath of the traumatizing final event in the previous book, where she was the friend of the main character there. Even though she and her mated, frenzied dual God of Tranquility aka the God of Vengeance lead the story, there are other characters whose torment and lovers in the making are equally strong and appealing.

Animalistic, violent lust rages through the pages. And it's awesome! :-D Though there is a lot going on among the gods. They banter, they reminisce past wrongs and future fears, they flaunt their dark beauty. Brutal in their natures, they battle their vicious side with ferocious displays of power. On the down side, the plot doesn't seem to have a specific purpose most of the time. It's just a bunch of things happening to a bunch of old and new friends who happen to be Gods. On the bright side, it's wildly imaginative as complex immortals fight, evolve, materialize, love, hate and suffer in a haze of fate and lust. I particularly liked how Eve and Zen have to deal with the most frightening side of themselves in order to be together. Their fierce lovemaking was epic in all ways :-D

Exotic Gods, painfully tested mating bonds, monstrous beasts, apocalyptic war and slyly orchestrated plans by a seeress mingle breathlessly in this paranormal dark romance. It's a pity the ending comes so abruptly, but there's always hope for the third book.

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N. Isabelle Blanco is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the Allure Series, the Need Series with K.I. Lynn, and many others. At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.

That is, until coffee came a long and took over everything else.

Nowadays, N. spends most of her days surviving the crazy New York rush and arguing with her characters every ten minutes or so, all in the hopes of one day getting them under control.

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 Systematic Siege: Part 4

Series: Siege Serial #4

Author: N. Isabelle Blanco

Genre: Dark Romance

Release Date: July 7, 2017

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He’s a monster. An even bigger one than I ever imagined . . .

But he’s not the monster I thought he was.

No. He’s deadlier. Madder.

He’s not the monster I set out to destroy. Instead, he’s the monster that will annihilate everything in his path.

A monster that looked me in the eyes and admitted he killed his ex-best friend. For me.

And he’s going to do it again. Andrew Drevlow has sworn vengeance on my behalf and nothing I do or say will stop him.

But he’s not the most twisted creature here. I am.

I don’t want to stop him.

His bloodlust ignites my soul.

His rage leaves my heart pounding with hunger.

I’m fragile, distorted, my entire reality realigning itself, and in a single broken moment I realize:

His obsession with me has turned psychotic.

My newly awakened obsession with him has become even worse . . .

Disclaimer: Systematic Siege is a series of Dark Romance novellas, each roughly 20,000 words long or less. Due to sensitive subject matter, please read with caution. This series features dark themes that aren’t for everyone.

MY OPINION

Obsessively good. It's always a torture to wait for a new part of this series (or any other by this author) because I'm insanely addicted to her style.

The writing is pure fire, the characters are beyond control or sanity in regards to their feelings for each other, and the story just pulls you along inexorably.

Lexi and Andrew have reached a point of no return. He's hatching a plan to get back at tall their enemies, descending into a pit of murder and calculated madness. In the meantime, he's also controlling her, showing her pleasures she had forgotten, and painstakingly gaining her trust.

The double POV combines perfectly well with past events that mingle with the present situation. It's hard to accept that Lexi has endured so many tragedies and doesn't seem able to escape them, but at least we can enjoy the battle of wills she keeps with Drew, and their hot, electrifying passion that I'm dreaming they fulfill one day soon. 

Dark, emotional, steamy and vengeful, this episode deepens the plot and the relationship, and I'm eager for the next part to slam into my mind again.

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He made me come all over his tongue in that dream, his fingers relentless inside me. 

It’s all I can think about as he paces in front of me, his tall, muscular body lovingly encased in that charcoal suit.

He’s talking about some event he’s going to tonight on behalf of the company; that much I know. His raspy, deep voice has become the perfect backdrop to my pounding heart.

My phone’s vibrating in my palm. I’m busy pretending I’m taking notes as Drew speaks.

In reality, I’m watching the headlines come in, one after the other, thanks to the alert I set on my phone.

I dare a quick peek at my notifications bar.

Barnard Wellington Missing.

Son of Corporate Tycoon Had Been in Hiding Prior to Disappearing.

Barnard Wellington: Everything You Need to Know About His Fall.

My heart races harder and I quickly return my attention to Drew, my mind a confused whirlwind of contradicting thoughts.

I don’t know why, but I know this has to do with you. Bullshit. I know why. The psychotic look in his eyes when I refused to tell him what Stephen did to me is one I’ll never forget.

God damn it. Your tongue. I had forgotten how good it feels. He made me feel pleasure for the first time in seven years.

First, in the back of my car.

Then, he began haunting my dreams again.

F*ck. That dream I had two nights ago seemed so real. As if he’d actually been in my room, eating my p*ssy so lovingly.

You’re my enemy. Yet he decided to help my mother of his own volition, before I even asked him to.

The gratitude is still a heady sensation in my veins. I want him, this man who is my enemy. This man that once betrayed me.

I shouldn’t. God help me, I shouldn’t. Hating him is second nature. Has been for the last seven years. It hasn’t gone away.

I think I hate him even more now because all I can think about is walking up to him and biting that sexy, thick neck.

I’d do it hard. Mark him. Possibly draw blood.

“I’ll need you to come with me to the event tonight.”

His words slap me out of my sex-starved haze. “No.”

Drew slows in his pacing. Then, he comes to a full stop, his head swiveling in my direction. “Excuse me?” His eyes are hard. His jaw clenches. This is both the man that seems to be obsessed with me and my boss glaring in outrage at my denial.

My entire body tenses on the chair, preparing for battle, every instinct aware of his aggression rising in the room. “I read your calendar and the briefs of what that event is going to entail. You don’t need me with you.”

But I need distance. Time to myself. Looking at him is enough to erase any sexual trauma. I feared sex for so long.

Yet now I’m crazed to suck his c*ck.

Writhe on it.

“You’re right. I don’t need you with me for this event.” He starts walking to me and something about his gait seems cruel. “What I do need is you by my side.” Drew grabs the armrests and leans down, trapping me with that ruthless, unrelenting gaze. “At all times. I went seven years without you—don’t ask me to spend another needless minute more.”

“What?” I snap, annoyed at his closeness. At the things he makes me want to do. “You’re planning on moving in, too, just to keep me close at all times?”

His lips twitch and all I want to do is rub my clit all over them. “Don’t tempt me, baby.”

My thighs quiver. I tense them, knowing that he’ll see if I press them together. My p*ssy aches so bad my teeth start grinding. “I have a choice.” The statement holds no authority, just the softness of a woman in heat.

God damn, his f*cking scent.

I press back into the chair, desperate for some space.

Drew’s eyes search mine, before falling to my lips. I gasp as he bites his bottom lip slowly.

He’s going to kiss me.

If he does, I’m going to snap and attack him. Force him to f*ck me right on his desk.

He’s still staring at my lips, his pupils slowly expanding until his eyes appear black.

Panicking, I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “If you want me to go the event, you’ll answer a question for me and you’ll answer it honestly.”

He backs up a bit at that, seeming surprised. “I’m your boss, remember?” His eyebrow quirks with amusement.

I glare at him and push against his chest until he finally eases away from me. “You want me here more than I want to be here.”

His eyes flash with pain and I blink in surprise at the regret I feel. “You’re probably right about that baby.”

That f*cking word. The way he says it.

As if seven years didn’t pass. As if he never betrayed me. As if we’re still back there, in the field, where he’s making all his pretty, glittery promises and pretending I’m his world.

You are his world. No idea where that thought came from but I shove it down. Lifting my chin, I stare at him right in the eyes. “If you want me to come, tell me. Where’s Barnard Wellington right now?”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

N. Isabelle Blanco is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the Allure Series, the Need Series with K.I. Lynn, and many others. At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.

That is, until coffee came a long and took over everything else.

Nowadays, N. spends most of her days surviving the crazy New York rush and arguing with her characters every ten minutes or so, all in the hopes of one day getting them under control.

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Taken

Series: Voyeur #1

Authors: Elena M. Reyes & N. Isabelle Blanco

Genre: Dark Erotic Romance

Release Date: May 24, 2017
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I was drugged.

Now, I've woken up in a dark, luscious room.

A deviant playground.

I'm not alone.

The person that was drugged and taken with me is here, too.

My confidant.

Someone that I had come to see as a brother.

My best friend.

Suddenly, there's a voice coming through the speakers, telling us we've both been chosen to die.

The only way out? Do everything we're told to do.

This person wants to watch us. They want to be entertained. As she says, "I want to see you come."

It's simple: either we f*ck, or die.

My opinion

Like a deep well of darkness, you never know what's going on inside this story. Lust and horror mingle in it in growing intensity.

From the aching eroticism to the bloody depravity, Taken grabs the reader and pulls them into a rabbit hole of madness.

The first scene shows a scared woman and concerned man slowly realizing they've kidnapped and prepared for a private party of puppet sex and threatening commands. I liked the narrative as it pulses with emotion, raw energy and twisted sensuality. It's actually a first part of a longer story. Noah and Ivy are forced to perform for an anonymous captor, and they suffer from the shame of enjoying their forbidden touch. I can say that I enjoyed the uneasy atmosphere and the intimacy between these friends who can't deny their chemistry, but there are some gory moments I could have lived without :-D

Now, I'm really impatient to find out what kind of punishment awaits this couple in distress. 

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Sweat beads at my brow as the breath whooshes out of me.  I’m bent over, arms dangling down. Beneath me, the most delicious, hardest length I’ve ever felt presses into my mound. I want to rock against it.

I can’t move.

He won’t let me.

He keeps me like this, draped over his lap, immobile.

The sound of a strike reverberates throughout the room, but silence remains. No noise. It isn’t allowed.

Moisture drips from my every pore, and yet, I’m focused on this one drop as it gathers at the center of my forehead. Becomes bigger.

Everything’s out of control.

Crazed.

Hyper-awareness consumes my every breath.

I count to ten and it falls to the ground.

A small splat no one will ever hear. And yet, I do. The sound as it hits the floor causes my breathing to stutter and skin to prickle with goose bumps.

“The last ten, love,” Noah whispers, his hand massaging the heated flesh beneath his fingertips. It hurts, but the pain is replaced by a yearning so strong that I whimper in his lap.

Like a bitch in heat I arch and ask for more.

His touch.

His desire.

To make this burning within my veins stop.

With one hand he gathers the hair at my nape and forces my head back. A harsh tug—I’m in his control—forces my eyes to his. Hooded dark blue eyes look at me with concern, but behind their depths I see another emotion burning.

Lust.

His want mirrors my own. This perversion is awakening something darker from within. It grows—chokes us, because behind it all we were meant to end up like this. My body at his hands. In his control.

Those hungry eyes look at me. Silent communication. Are you okay?

I blink back a please and the asshole smirks. Aware of what I need even as my mind fights the sins I have laid bare to his eyes.

My release is so close. A fresh round of arousal drips from my core and onto his boxers.

I’m positioned over his lap, ass up, and the very tip of his c*ck is against my hip. He’s hard. Jerks against me when I gyrate against his length.

“Please,” I beg aloud this time and his hold on my hair tightens. The hand kneading my ass cheek spreads me open to look at my depravity. At what his own hands have caused.

That thong, that minuscule piece of fabric, can’t hide what this game is doing to me. The evidence, slick and inviting, is on his lap.

I shift against his c*ck and he hisses. “Be still!”

A crackle follows his command and we both shiver. Each time it appears, things change, become more.

Dangerous.

Frantic.

Wicked.

“Very good my pets, but the audience wants more. Lose the panties, but without her standing up. Be creative, and there will be a reward.”

I exhale shakily. “Do it.”

“Are you sure?” As the word leave his lips, those same fingers that a minute ago exposed me to his eyes, now hold my panties in his grip. He doesn’t wait for a reply.  A tug follows his question, the sound of fabric stretching meets my ears, and I nod.

Another pull and I feel every welt that forms on my skin from the rough treatment. The sole sounds in the room are his harsh breathing and mine. Loud exertion, but at the same time desperate for more.

What else could I say? No. Please don’t?

It would’ve been a bullshit lie and we both know it. The voice commands and we follow. It asks and we accept our fate.

There’s a sick part of me that relishes in this madness. Craves him. My Noah.

We have been dealt our cards; there is no escape. We must accept our fate. 
Either we f*ck each other, or we die.

Who is Elena M. Reyes?

Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.

As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.

Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.

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Who is N. Isabelle Blanco?

N. Isabelle Blanco is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the Allure Series, the Need Series with K.I. Lynn, and many others. At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.

That is, until coffee came a long and took over everything else.

Nowadays, N. spends most of her days surviving the crazy New York rush and arguing with her characters every ten minutes or so, all in the hopes of one day getting them under control.

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Hey, book buddies. Today I bring you an alluring serial. Have you read anything by N. ISABELLE BLANCO? She writes extremely passionate romances that make you squirm wherever you are ;o) I've read parts 1 and 2 of the ALLURE series, and I can't wait for part 3!

Keep on reading for all kinds of info on this addictive serial and my opinion of parts 1 and 2.

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Series: Allure #1-2

Author: N. Isabelle Blanco

Genre: Erotica/Contemporary Romance

 Release Date: November 12, 2015 

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***Disclaimer: 18+ due to graphic love scenes. This series starts out as a fun and sexy read, but it eventually turns into something much darker. If you’re not a fan of twisted plot lines and angst, this isn’t the series for you.

The Amazon Bestselling Erotica Series!

Includes the first official sneak peek of Wrecked Allure, the final installment in the Allure Trilogy.

Destructively Alluring - Book #1

“She was the sexiest, juiciest thing I’d ever laid eyes on, and I couldn’t have her.”

Allure Magnified - Book #2

“He ripped me apart, holding the pieces of me wide open so that he could get inside every part of me.”

Exclusive Teaser of Wrecked Allure - Book #3

“I was a God back then. Untouchable. Consequences didn’t apply to me. It was my right to do whatever I wanted—I never thought it would eventually cost me the only woman I’d ever fallen in love with.”

MY OPINION

Destructively Alluring 

My goodness, this novella starts hard. There is no pun, I promise. Well, there is, but not intended. It's just how things go with this story. I had been warned that it had too much nonsensical sex, but still I was curious and I was sucked into the vortex of wanting to read it anyway. You know how it is.

Well, I read both novellas, DESTRUCTIVELY ALLURING and ALLURE MAGNIFIED. Yes, there is too much sex. Yes, it's a bit overwhelming sometimes. Still, I LOVED them. Why? Because they're so entertaining. It's that kind of storytelling that makes you forget about facts and reality and that you're toiling in life. I read both novellas in a row, and wow, I forgot I was on planet Earth.

I liked the characters' names, so posh, Dorian and Demitra. He's thirty years old. She's eleven years younger and working for him as an intern as a favor to her dad. Sparks fly high and mighty. Torn between common sense and desire, they just can't help but fall into their need to be together.

My, my. This story is pure heat wrapped in deliciously hot words. The first novella is told entirely from the man's perspective. I've always found it both refreshing and sexy to see things, especially steamy encounters or love stories, through the eyes of "the other side". And this man is getting out of control with his attraction to the young lady. She's off limits, but nature has its own demands. This is plainly recognised by the primal need and animalistic obsession that ooze from the author's prose.

A tingling read that has to be immediately followed by the second novella. Go there now!

Allure Magnified

I read through the second novella in as much a crazy haste as the couple in there. This time, Demi and Dorian have to stay away from each other for a while, straining their self-control. When they can be together again, there are more challenges ahead. Demi's father is still oblivious to what her daughter is doing behind his back and someone from Dorian's past is about to threaten their precarious relationship. Also, Dorian has his doubts that Demi is really his forever. 

Hottest of the hot, I assure you. It has to be read in a rush just to assuage the need to know and feel.

So while I was happily reading, I suddenly found myself with a "to be continued". What?!!! I was gripping the sides of m y e-reader so hard with frustration that I thought it'd crack. It hurt to stop reading there. Really hurt.

To wrap it up, I'll say this story is a long, hot, love dance. It's all about a frenzied battle of the bodies to reach mind-numbing ecstasy and the minds to exert dominance over a lover's need for the other. Perfect for those moments you just want to dive into the action without a care in the world. And the writing style is wild and basic. Like lust. So it's (un)safe to say it's a book to lust after.

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And that teaser for part 3, oh my! That was so provocative. It's full of desperation, regret, and past mistakes that are going to put Demi and Dorian's love to the test. It is sooooo hot too ;o) I'm so eager to find out what happens. Please, let it be soon.

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“Are you on a date with him?” The thought maddened me. I could barely stand it. “Am I that f*cking forgettable to you?”

Tears flooded her eyes and her breath rushed out on a sob. “No, you f*cking *sshole. I wish I could forget you that easily.”

That’s all I needed to hear.

I rushed to her.

Her eyes widened. Shaking her head, she stepped back.

Too late.

Grabbing her arms, I hauled her up against me. The moment her body collided with mine, sheer hunger exploded in my veins, drowning my body.

A shaky breath left her and she melted into me, staring at my lips with a hunger as intense as the one I felt.

Damn her.

I laid my forehead on hers and wrapped my arms around her. “Then why are you here with him?”

She turned her face away from me. “It’s business related. His father might need me to help out part-time—”

“No.” I could never begin to explain how much I didn’t want her near him. In any capacity. Didn’t want him as her friend. Definitely didn’t want her fucking working with him.

Demitra squirmed in my hold. “You don’t have a say in that. Now let me go.”

I refused to do so, tightening my hold on her. “Yes I do.”

“We’re not together anymore!” she cried.

Did she have any clue how badly I ached every time she said that? “Look at me.”

She ducked her head.

I shook her lightly, unable to stop myself. “Look. At. Me.”

Tear-filled baby blue eyes met mine.

My breath hitched and a vibration went through my body—lust in it’s basic form. I wanted to ease her pain in the most primal way possible. Give her every inch of me. F*ck the pain right out of her.

“I love you. You’re everything to me. Stop pushing me away.” I was begging her at that point, and I couldn’t bring myself to give a damn.

I’d get on my knees, give her anything. Do anything. But letting her go wasn’t an option for me. I’d known that the day she disappeared on me in Chicago. The day she left me.

The last three weeks without her had done nothing but drive that point home. I needed her to live.

“I can’t be with you,” she whispered, running her hands across my shoulders, up toward my neck. “Not after what I’ve seen.”

“Bullshit.” I hugged her close and rocked my hard c*ck into her. “I know it hurts. That nothing I do will make you forget what you saw, baby. But no one’s ever owned me the way you do. You have to know that.”

“Oh, please.” Scoffing, she pushed at my chest. “Not only does your reputation speak for itself, but I’ve officially seen that you’re a sex god with anyone you sleep with. So don’t f*cking pretend sex with me is special.”

My fist slammed into the brick wall next to her head.

Demi jumped, falling silent.

I didn’t care that I’d scraped my knuckles wide open.

Her doubts were understandable. I’d have them too in her place. Just seeing her sitting across from Keith, the first man to ever have her, f*cked with my head.

Had I seen her sleeping with him and actually enjoying it, I would’ve been ruined too.

And I told her that.

“So please understand,” she begged me, slamming her hands into my chest.

“But—” I grabbed her hands and kept them pressed to me. “I f*cking adore you, baby, and I would’ve never left you. No matter how much seeing something like that wrecked me. I would’ve stayed. I can’t live without you.”

The fight leaked out of her and her body slumped against mine. She looked defeated. Hopeless.

She’d given up on us.

Cupping her face, I pleaded with her. “Don’t do this, Demi. We love each other.”

Her fingers wrapped around my wrists, but she didn’t try to pull my hands away. “I can’t forget what I saw. It eats at me.”

I kissed her forehead. “I know. Just like seeing you with Keith ate at me.”

She tensed. “It’s not the same thing and you know it.”

“I do,” I agreed in a low voice. “What you saw is a thousand times worse. But I can make it better. Nothing could hurt more than us being apart.”

“Seeing you f*cking two women at the same time hurts more than you can ever imagine.”

Until I met Demi, I had never regretted anything I’d done in the past. Hell, I hadn’t thought about my past while with her, and therefore couldn’t entertain the idea of regretting anything.

That is, until Monica decided to get territorial. The bitch didn’t care if she had to share me, as long as she was free to have some part of me.

Correction: as long as I was free.

I was consumed by Demitra. Not once since sleeping with her had it crossed my mind to be with someone else.

She owned me.

I f*cking loved being owned by her.

And that’s what Monica couldn’t stand.

“I’d change my past if I could,” I said.

“But you can’t. And it’s my fault. I’m hurt—”

“It’s my fault. And Monica’s.”

“Yet, I knew your reputation and I was still stupid enough to fall in love with you.”

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N. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life. 

N. Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.

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