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Reading you the first chapters of fantasy indie novels to find your next great read. No book covers, no reviews that tell you nothing about whether you'd like a book or not, just great writing narrated on first read to pique your interest. Let's find our next exciting indie read together in 5 minutes because I've got books to read and so do you (Sometimes up to 10 minutes including intro/outro)! Episodes may or may not contain mature content depending on the book I'm reading from. Who knows what the next Chapter may bring? To our next Blind Date!

An excellent combination of interviews with successful entrepreneurs, athletes, investors, dreamers, and overachievers who share their insights for success! M. Curtis McCoy is an author of books on Success, Motivation & Inspiration. Listen in on conversations with experts, professionals, and inspirational people. Learn business insights and tips on becoming successful in many aspects of your life. Hear from people who overcame extreme adversity and succeeded, even when the cards were stacked against them. This is the success podcast you can’t miss! Connect with us on MCurtisMcCoy.com

Many churches today face worry and concern over their collective future. One tragic consequence is that growing anxiety can turn inward on communities of faith. A subtle distancing and dividing can occur, often happening along generational lines. Us-versus-Them thinking morphs into...

Franchesca "Frankie" Blake's life is a carefully balanced chaos: single mom, rink-side bartender, and secret late-night skater with two left feet. Romance? Not on the schedule. Especially not with the cocky, dominant, too-hot-for-their-own-good beer league boys who practically live at the rink...

Being a romance writer means drawing inspiration from many things, and when I met Dallin, I knew I had the perfect muse. He was everything women read about—tall, tattooed, and irresistibly delicious. Oh, did I mention successful too? He swept me off my feet and right into his bedroom where he awakened things in me, I had only ever written about. He was the bad boy who rode a motorcycle, and I was the good girl next door, yet together we were perfect. Or so I thought. Dallin wants to share me.

I like it when people stare. I like the attention. I've never been drawn to the meek or mild. At least, not until I met Hannah Kate, the journalist hired by Dallin to do a story on Twisted Ink and feature me as its best artist. Even her name screams good girl next door. And that's exactly what she is. Sweet. Innocent. Pure. Everything I'd ruin if I had even a small taste of her. The problem? The two hulking neanderthals she's linked herself to in a surprisingly sexy throuple.

My pretty little Puppet dreamed of monsters and things that go bump in the night. She ached to forget about responsibilities and expectations long enough to let a faceless predator chase her through the woods. So I gave Peyton Everett everything she ever dreamed of. Once I hired her as my housekeeper, I brought her to the middle of nowhere to maintain my estate, and then I anonymously contacted her through the website she only visited when she was alone.

I bought a club in Boston to start over, to drown out the screams of my past with thumping bass and dim-lit pleasures. It was supposed to be simple—remodel the mess, retrain the staff, and open the doors. Then she took the stage. Now, we're locked in a battle of wills, and I can't decide if I want to pin her against the nearest wall or make her beg for mercy. Either way, she's under my skin. Every time she flashes that defiant smile, I feel the world tilt on its axis, and I'm not sure if I'm falling for her—or falling apart. The more I push, the more she pulls.

My pretty little Storm didn't want a knight in shining armor to save her from captivity. Which was good, because my reputation wasn't built on being prince-like to damsels in distress. No, it was built on being a psychotic menace who often played surgeon with my targets before I eliminated them. That was precisely what I did to the men who harmed Olivia Everett before I saved her from the Velvet Cage. I stalked them. I hunted them. And then I delivered their missing pieces to her on a silver platter. Piece by piece, I healed her brokenness with those souvenirs. But I had to do it quickly.