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by Jacquie Biggar April 10, 2019 15

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Cute Kitty #WordlessWednesday

by Jacquie Biggar February 18, 2019 28

Skating on Thin Ice by @jacqbiggar #RomanticSuspense #NewRelease

Skating on Thin Ice is Here! This project began as a contemporary opposites attract romance, but it soon took onContinue Reading

by Jacquie Biggar October 29, 2018 39

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October #ShortStory Challenge and #CoverReveal #mgtab

This challenge comes to you via Didi Oviatt’s lovely blog. Pay her a visit, she’d love to hear from you 🙂

by Jacquie Biggar July 10, 2018 53

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Atonement, Tennessee by Teagan Riordain Geneviene #Fantasy #BookReview @TeaganGeneviene

This urban fantasy, seasoned with Celtic mythology, comes with a side-order of mystery. Are you sad to see the “Sookie Stackhouse” stories end? Make a visit to Atonement, Tennessee!

by Jacquie Biggar May 17, 2017 20

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The Purr-fect #Collection of #CozyMysteries Happy Homicide 5 @Goddessfish

Happy Homicides 5: The Purr-fect Crime by Joanna Campbell Slan, Linda Gordon Hengerer, LouLou Harrington, Neil Plakcy, Teresa Trent, TerryContinue Reading

Top Five Quotes From Books I Love

I’d been poor as shit for my entire life. I’d learned to roll with it most days. Other times, like this morning, it punched me in the teeth.

In Harmony- Emma Scott

I’ve never been hit in the face. My mother didn’t bother disciplining me. Though I saw men hit her and my aunt from time to time, no man has ever hit me, so I didn’t know. I couldn’t have known that the first hit, that baptism into violence, doesn’t just sting the flesh. It startles the soul.

Long Shot- Kennedy Ryan

His children were left behind, like a sock in a drawer that was almost empty, and that was a million times worse than if there was nothing left at all.

Bring Down the Stars- Emma Scott

I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, asking it to be a doughnut.

Lost and Found Sisters- Jill Shalvis

Ragged police tape swung from the columns. The double-wide front door had been blown open, like the house had died mid-scream. Like it is still screaming.

Every Deep Desire- Sharon Wray