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M.S. Kaye
first and also her Once.
is studying to become a priest. He is three days from taking vows. He
will not be a priest.
major is pre-law. She is supposed to take over her father’s law
firm. She will not be lawyer.
paths cross at exactly the right moment, when each most needs to hear
what the other has to say. Jonathan’s structured life is turned
sideways, but Rebecca also helps him learn how to forgive himself. It
was self-defense, not murder.
finds the strength to stand up to her father, to be the real her. If
Jonathan likes her writing, it must be worth pursuing.
must each struggle to forge a new path without each other’s comfort
and strength, with only memories of the one day that changed
everything.
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several published books under her black belt. She writes in genres
ranging from contemporary romance, to romantic suspense, to
paranormal young adult. As s 4th degree black belt and
certified instructor of Songahm Taekwondo, she enjoys bringing some
of that kick-butt attitude to her stories. A transplant from Ohio,
she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, FL, where she
does her best not to melt in the sun.
from M.S. Kaye:
(romantic suspense)
(romantic suspense)
(paranormal YA)
Once & Forever (Once books 2 and 3)
Awaken from Death (paranormal YA, Born from Death books 1 and 2)
Rain, Overcast, Echo Through the Mist (romantic suspense, Taken
books 1-3)
from Once:
traced the scar across his cheek. “Did you win?”
eyes. “Yes.”
says we can find forgiveness.”
clenched. He bowed his head. “It also says ‘Thou shalt not
kill.’”
petted his rough skin, and then brought it to my lips. He had a
talent for guiding invisibly, but I didn’t know how to do that.
intense, like the black of the night sky, and his forehead was
furrowed, as if his emotions were scattered, as if he was shocked at
my reaction, as if he had been sure his answer would drive me away.
But I knew him. Already, I knew him.
said.
trying to believe that.”
never smoothed, as if he was fighting for strength, but his eyes
softened. He slid around the booth, closer to me.
what was right, what he wanted.
faintest pressure. I struggled to sit still, to keep my hands in my
lap, not to grab hold of him. And then his lips were gone, such brief
contact that I couldn’t be sure if he had actually kissed my cheek
or if I wanted his contact so much that I’d imagined it.
some kind of final test.”
the point of the blade. “Are you going to pass?”
don’t know.”
softly pressing. My hand curled into his hair, the other on his
shoulder, holding, clutching. His mouth found mine, barely touching.
His warmth invaded my head.
murmured.
compartment filled with laughter.
closed his eyes. Then he slid away from me.






























