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Is it still a bargain when your discounted eBook reader comes preloaded with a being from another dimension? Hailey Parrish bought a Kindle when her tiny home couldn’t handle more paperbacks. However, the special offers included more than a lower price in exchange for a few ads. The device came with the essence of Sebastian Kess, an erudite womanizer with magical abilities. When she inadvertently released him and he inhabited her body, she finally had a man inside her, just not in the way she imagined. Her predicament soon led her to yet another supernatural, the hot, could-be-the-man-of-her-dreams Alex Sunderland. Alex and Hailey must find a way to return Sebastian to his body and stay one-step ahead of the criminals who want to keep him where he is. Special Offers, Book 1 of the Coursodon Dimension Series, combines paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and a healthy dose of quirky humor.
Scientist by day, paranormal romance-urban fantasy author by night, M.L. Ryan has many stories rolling around in her head, and finally decided to write some of them. She prefers literature that isn’t saddled with excruciating symbolism, ponderous dialogue or worldly implications. She also doesn’t like plots so reliant on love at first sight that it makes her feel like her head might implode. M.L. Ryan lives in Tucson, Arizona with her husband and son, three cats, two dogs and an adopted desert tortoise.
As I lay in the darkness, it occurred to me that I must be the most boring single 30 year-old ever. I didn’t go out much, I ate crappy food. I couldn’t even remember the score of the games I just watched.
This was not how I had imagined myself at this point in my life. Had my marriage not crashed and burned, we probably would have a baby by now. Yeah, and I would still be married to an asstard. He probably would have spawned asstardlets. I just wanted to feel like my life was going somewhere, like I was accomplishing something. Rolling over on my side, I vowed to try to get myself together and move forward.
When I finally fell asleep, I dreamt I went on my first post-divorce date. The guy took me to a fancy restaurant, ordered lots of food and expensive wine and then ditched me for the voluptuous hostess. I was presented with the check but lacked any means of paying it. After negotiating a payment plan with the restaurant owner, which involved allowing him to indulge his foot fetish with my pinkie toes and some flavored whipped cream, I left the place and got into my car, which was really weird, because my date drove.
There in the parking lot were dine-and-dash and the hostess, groping each other with utter abandon. I revved up the engine, threw the car into drive and peeled out towards them. The headlights illuminated their stunned faces as I spun the car sharply, rolled down the window and chucked a lit Molotov cocktail – made from the empty wine bottle from dinner – at them and sped off humming the theme to “The Lion King.”
I woke up thinking I must be making progress. Usually in my dreams I ran them over after I set them on fire.