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  “Are you right in the head?” I asked, trying to follow her ridiculous story. I did have to admit I enjoyed the hot and ripped part, but she was unkillable? Living in a cage? Accidentally had to kill people? The Taser hurt? If her goal was to confuse, she was succeeding.

  “Well, no, probably not. But really, who is?” she asked.

  “Fine point. Well made,” I said, sarcasm dripping from each word. “Please do go on, I’m sure this gets better.”

  “It does,” she assured me, either ignoring my cynicism or letting it fly right over her insanely sexy head. “Well, umm… so after the shit show of my escape and a brief detour, as I said, I picked you up and then…”

  She stopped, let her head fall back on her shoulders and stared at the ceiling.

  “Clock is ticking,” I reminded her.

  “This was a bad fucking idea,” she muttered, turning away and lightly banging her head against the wall. “Such a bad idea. Never should have listened to Sean and now I’m stuck with him. Bad, bad, bad idea.”

  “Georgia,” I said harshly.

  She paused her self-flagellation and glanced over in surprise, as if she was shocked I was still in the room with her. She was off her rocker, but unfortunately, I was attracted to trouble that looked like her. And she was clearly going to be a lot of trouble.

  “What exactly is the bad fucking idea? And while you’re at it, explain why I can’t move my limbs.”

  “Should I start at the very beginning?” Georgia asked.

  “It’s a very good place to start,” I replied, trying to bite back the grin that was pulling at my lips.

  Her delighted laugh filled the small, dingy room and she clasped her hands together in glee. “I didn’t take you for a Sound of Music fan.”

  “And why not?” I asked, pretending to be insulted.

  What the hell was I doing? Playing von Trapp Family trivia with a lunatic who I secretly wanted to bed? Her laugh was like a breath of fresh air and for a moment I forgot all of the ugliness in my past. My gut said she was for real, and my gut had served me well, but far too many puzzle pieces were missing at the moment for me to break into Edelweiss.

  And trust me, I could. Reciting that movie almost word for word had kept me sane during some of the most horrific moments of my existence.

  “Back to the story, Georgia. Now,” I said, getting serious. I would not be seduced by a laugh. I was too far gone for normal.

  “Right. The story… You’re not going to believe me.”

  “Try me.”

  Robyn’s Book List

  (in correct reading order)

  HOT DAMNED SERIES

  Fashionably Dead

  Fashionably Dead Down Under

  Hell on Heels

  Fashionably Dead in Diapers

  A Fashionably Dead Christmas

  Fashionably Hotter Than Hell

  Fashionably Dead and Wed

  Fashionably Fanged

  Fashionably Flawed

  A Fashionably Dead Diary

  Fashionably Forever After

  Fashionably Fabulous

  A Fashionable Fiasco

  More coming soon…

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  SEA SHENANIGANS SERIES

  Tallulah’s Temptation

  Ariel’s Antics

  Misty’s Mayhem

  Madison’s Mess

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  SHIFT HAPPENS SERIES

  Ready to Were

  Some Were in Time

  No Were To Run

  Were Me Out

  Where We Belong

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  MAGIC AND MAYHEM SERIES

  Switching Hour

  Witch Glitch

  A Witch in Time

  Magically Delicious

  A Tale of Two Witches

  Three’s A Charm

  Switching Witches

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  A WYLDE PARANORMAL LOVE STORY SERIES

  Beauty Loved the Beast

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  HANDCUFFS AND HAPPILY EVER AFTERS SERIES

  How Hard Can it Be?

  Size Matters

  Cop a Feel

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  If after reading all the above you are still wanting more adventure and zany fun, read Pirate Dave and His Randy Adventures, the romance novel budding novelist Rena was helping wicked Evangeline write in How Hard Can It Be?

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  Warning: Pirate Dave Contains Romance Satire, Spoofing, and Pirates with Two Pork Swords.

  About Robyn Peterman

  Robyn Peterman writes because the people inside her head won’t leave her alone until she gives them life on paper. Her addictions include laughing really hard with friends, shoes (the expensive kind), Target, Coke Zero Cherry with extra ice in a Styrofoam cup, bejeweled reading glasses, her kids, her super-hot hubby and collecting stray animals.

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  A former professional actress with Broadway, film and T.V. credits, she now lives in the South with her family and too many animals to count.

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  Writing gives her peace and makes her whole, plus having a job where you can work in your underpants works really well for her. You can leave Robyn a message via her website and she’ll get back to you as soon as her bizarre life permits! She loves to hear from her fans!