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Hidden Gates (P.J. Stone Gates Trilogy)
by D.T. Dyllin
New Adult Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Dragonfairy Press
Heat Level: Sensual
Length: 270 pages
Purchase Enemy through the Gates: A P. J. Stone Novel (Book 1) at http://www.amazon.com/Enemy-through-Gates-Stone-Novel-Book/dp/1469746980/
For P.J. Stone, being a “Seer” who has never seen anything is less than fun. And P.J. isn’t known for her patience.
To make matters worse, she must choose a suitable mate to continue the Seer bloodline. Duty always comes before her heart…at least that’s what her parents taught her. When she finds herself wanting someone who is considered off-limits, P.J. is forced to question everything she believes.
As if navigating her love life isn’t complicated enough, P.J. finally receives a vision—of a threat to her world that only she can perceive. But no one will believe a fledgling Seer’s warnings. With nowhere else to turn, she may decide to trust a stranger with her life, her world, and maybe even her heart.
So who was the guy who wasn’t Bryn u were just making out w/ ???
My jaw dropped open. How the hell did she know?
IDK what ur talking about, I responded.
LIAR! stared back at me as her response.
I didn’t know what to say. How did she know? Nausea rolled through my stomach at the thought of Bryn ever finding out. He hadn’t even been gone a week yet, and I had kissed someone else, or rather someone else had kissed me. I really didn’t think Bryn would see the distinction, especially because I had kissed him back, if only for a moment. My phone beeped again, and I turned my focus back to the glowing screen.
IDK y u think that . . . yeah, no. I hit send and hoped she would buy it.
My phone beeped again almost immediately.
Squirrels r chatty & nosey. Stop lying.
Damn Speakers! I always forget about her sneaky little spies. The image of a little voyeur squirrel hanging around outside my window and then running to Jenna to report any indiscretions on my part was absolutely horrifying.
And crazy, I typed back and turned my phone off.
About the Author
D.T. Dyllin was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (Black & Gold for life, baby!) And now she lives in Nashville, Tennessee, with her husband and two very spoiled GSDs.
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