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The Revelation of Light and Dark -- a NEW series from Sawyer Bennett

2/11/2021

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A NEW Paranormal Series from Sawyer Bennett starts NOW!

​Finley learns more about herself and abilities than she ever knew existed.
The handsome, rich, and very powerful Carrick just-so-happens
to be the one to help her navigate her new world.

​Join Finley in her journey, beginning with...

The Revelation of Light and Dark 

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Excerpt from The Revelation of Light and Dark

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He has a point. Turning away from him, I scan the crowd. “So, what exactly is this event?”
“It’s an auction for rare antiquities. Some of them have magical properties, so that’s why there’s going to be some fae in attendance, hoping to come into possession of something.”
“Don’t they already have magic?” I ask.
“Talk to any fae,” he murmurs sardonically. “You’ll never find one who doesn’t want more power.”
I open my senses again, specifically seeking out the dark vibes that give me anxiety. “I’m not sensing anything dark here.”
Carrick’s gaze moves around the room in a fast sweep. “I don’t see any Dark Fae.”
This does not surprise me. He can see beneath glamours as he had no problem realizing the woman in the alley was a succubus. Nor did he have problems identifying supernaturals in that bar he took me to. In essence, he has the same ability as me to see past veils. Yet, he’s repeatedly said he’s never seen a “human” have that ability.
This means he is distinctly not human, a fact I’ve just decided to accept. A mystery I’m determined to figure out.
But for now, I don’t even bother asking what he is. I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve asked, and I’m never given anything straight. It’s why I’m eager to meet and perhaps get to know other creatures who may be more open with me.
Of course, I still have to be careful. Carrick’s warning to me night before last when I trained with Titus still rings in my ears. I could easily be a target for both Dark and Light Fae if they knew of my abilities.
“The dress fits you well,” Carrick says, and once again, my head whips in the opposite way of the toothsome fae.
He stares down at me, face impassive.
I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or just a conversation filler. I think it might be more of a compliment to himself since he—or Zaid—picked it out.
I let my gaze drift back over the room. “Yes. Everything fit perfectly. Thank you.”
“I knew that color would be amazing with your hair,” he says, and this time, I almost throw my neck out as it slings his way.

Carrick merely shrugs, taking in my obvious surprise over what was very clearly a compliment, and also an admitted fact he picked the dress out—not Zaid. “I have good fashion sense,” he says blandly, a way to explain the compliment.

“And it’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” I quip, giving him a mirthless smile. “Stop doing that. It’s freaking me out.”
His lips twitch, right at the corner, and he actually turns away from me to snag a glass of champagne, but I suspect it was so he didn’t laugh.

“The dress is yours to keep,” Carrick says offhandedly when he turns back to me.
Wow. I figured I’d be returning it to him. I stare down at it, thinking it’s probably the loveliest thing I’ve ever worn. Pleased, I brush my hands along the skirt. Almost shyly, and without looking at him, I say, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”

I glance up at Carrick to find his golden eyes on me. “I do love it. At least I’ll have something beautiful to wear to my birthday party.”
“You sound slightly put out,” he observes. I mean, the man is super sharp and can read the slightest emotion.

I shrug. “Fallon’s throwing a big soiree for our upcoming twenty-eighth birthday. Well, actually… her fiancé Blain is throwing her a party, but she wanted it to include me, so now I’m stuck attending another high-style function where I’ll be miserable.”
“But at least you’ll have a beautiful dress,” he points out.
I grin down at the shimmery skirt. “There is that.”

​“Your sister invited me, but I have a conflict,” Carrick remarks, his gaze staying on the crowd.
That Fallon has him on the guest list doesn’t surprise me. He’s my business partner, but, moreover, Fallon and Blain like to develop friendships with the elite, and Carrick is at the top of that list. As much as I love my sister, she’s going to take advantage of my relationship with Carrick.

​The fact he won’t be coming bothers me, and I wish it didn’t, solely for the fact he’s never done anything to show me kindness or extend true friendship. Everything he’s done has been a means to an end for himself.

Let it go, Finley. Let it go.

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MORE ABOUT THE REVELATION OF LIGHT AND DARK 

I always knew I was different.

From a young age, my mind has been plagued with things only I could see. Some hauntingly beautiful, others completely terrifying. Never knowing if these visions were real or just hallucinations, I learned how to lock them down and ignore them. I learned to take solace in the relative anonymity of city life and find peace in the rainy days my city of Seattle is known for. 
But just when I think my life is getting on track and my dreams are achievable, a moment of weakness causes me to learn a hard and fast lesson.

My entire existence has been a lie.

Now I’m faced with a new reality that’s as implausible as it is fantastical. Filled with realms and veils, light and dark, fae and daemons, gods and angels—things I don’t understand but am forced to acknowledge. It doesn’t help that the man teaching me about my unique gifts is the gorgeously handsome Carrick Byrne, one of Seattle’s richest and most powerful men.  He intimidates, annoys, and intrigues me all at the same time. I don’t trust him and yet there’s no one else to help me.
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No longer certain who to put my faith in, what to believe, or how I fit into it all, one revelation is clear…

The world as I know it will never be the same again.

The Revelation of Light and Dark is book one of the Chronicles of the Stone Veil series and is best enjoyed if read in series order.

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MEET AUTHOR SAWYER BENNETT

New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author Sawyer Bennett uses real life experience to create relatable stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From contemporary romance, fantasy romance, and both women’s and general fiction, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.
 
A former trial lawyer from North Carolina, when she is not bringing fiction to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to her very adorable daughter, as well as full-time servant to her wonderfully naughty dogs.

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NEW Jameson Force Security Book by Sawyer Bennett - Code Name: Rook

10/23/2020

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What's wrong with a little white lie? When you're in the business Cage Murdock is, 
sharing your career isn't something you do right away.
Buuuut it's probably something you should do before you marry someone!
CODE NAME: ROOK
How does he explain this??
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Excerpt from Code Name: Rook

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It’s been more than twenty-four hours now since we tied the knot. Still, I don’t have a single fucking regret about it. I thought that might come at some point, but, so far, I’m glad we did it. Someone could argue with me until they were blue in the face, but I’ll never believe for a single moment that we weren’t already destined to arrive in the state of holy matrimony at some point.

​I’ve been at Jameson since seven-thirty. Jaime thinks I left early to head to the airport for the “car auction” in Georgia. Now that lie I do regret, same as the others, but there’s somewhat of a balm over it in that I had intended to tell her the truth this weekend. It’s just with me going away for several days on a mission, well, I could not drop that bomb on her and leave.

It will, however, be the first thing I do when I return at the end of the week. Or, at least, that’s hopefully when I’ll return. If the mission goes longer, I don’t know what I’ll do.

After a long workout, a quick shower, and a quicker breakfast, which was downing a protein shake, I head down to the second floor. We’ll have a logistical meeting in a few hours with the team that will be joining me in Colombia. It will be Malik, Jackson, and one of the other agents who is fairly new here, Ladd McDermott. We’ll also have the backing of the Colombian army as well.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spy Anna coming out of her office.

“Anna, Anna, Anna,” I call out to get her attention, weaving my way through desks over to her.

“Hey,” she exclaims, a bright smile on her face that says she’s happy to see me.

I look around the second floor, noting most agents are at their desks with heads bowed over laptops, then grab Anna by the elbow to lead her back into her office.

“Hey,” she grumbles, trying to pull away.

I hold her firmly. “Sorry. But I really need to talk. It’s an emergency.”

Once in her office, I release her arm and pull the door shut behind us. Because I’m vibrating a bit with nervous energy, I start pacing back and forth. Her office is so small that I only get two steps before I have to turn around again.

“What’s wrong?” Anna demands.

I jerk from her words, my head snapping her way. She’s not going to like what I’m about to tell her. My gaze moves to the door. Maybe I should just leave.

“Cage,” she snaps, and I can tell she’s lost her patience. “Tell me what it is, and I’ll help you fix it.”

The expression on her face is pinched and worried. I bet she thinks I robbed a bank or something. Better disabuse her of that. “I got married.”

“You what?” she exclaims.

“I got married,” I repeat, a little softer as I drop into a chair.

“Got married,” she says slowly as if she doesn’t quite believe she’s heard me straight. “To whom?”

I roll my eyes. “To Jaime.”

Anna crosses her arms, one eyebrow cocked. “You told her the truth about what you do, right?”

Christ, every time I’m reminded of my lies, it’s like a knife twisting in my chest. I shake my head in response.

“What in the hell were you thinking?” she screeches. 

I jump in my seat, hoping never to hear that sound from her again.

She lowers her voice to almost a hushed whisper, bending to get in my face. “You cannot marry a woman unless you are in love with her, and she knows the absolute truth about what you do for a living.”

My grin is lopsided, half well-intentioned, half wry. “Well… I got half right.”
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 MORE ABOUT CODE NAME: ROOK 

Being a highly skilled operative for a company like Jameson Force Security is exhilarating and important work…until it comes time to date. I like to keep my profession under wraps for a number of reasons. Some of what we do is top secret, most of what we do is dangerous, and more than one woman has tried to latch onto me because she was more enamored with what I do than who Cage Murdock really is. And since I’m more of a ‘here for the night’ than a ‘here for forever’ kind of guy, what’s the harm in a little white lie about my job?
 
My harmless deceit has never failed me. Until now. Because I met the most amazing woman and did the unthinkable. I married her. And now my beautiful, unsuspecting, probably-going-to-leave-my-sorry-behind-when-she-finds-out-the-truth wife doesn’t know that I’m not a used car salesman like I told her when we met.
 
As it typically does with lies, the truth is about to come out in a big way when Jaime unwittingly gets herself mixed up with some unsavory characters and I, along with the team at Jameson, have to intervene. Now I need to save my girl and hope I can save my marriage too. Let’s just say I have some serious explaining to do.
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CODE NAME: ROOK
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MEET AUTHOR SAWYER BENNETT

New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author Sawyer Bennett uses real life experience to create relatable stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From contemporary romance, fantasy romance, and both women’s and general fiction, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.
 
A former trial lawyer from North Carolina, when she is not bringing fiction to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to her very adorable daughter, as well as full-time servant to her wonderfully naughty dogs.

Follow Sawyer on Amazon Here

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She's off limits...Wicked Wish by Sawyer Bennett (Sneak Peek)

8/2/2017

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Fulfill your dirtiest desires...Wicked Wish by Sawyer Bennett releases on Augus​t 11th!

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Walsh

“Walsh… buddy, good to see you,” Jerico Jameson says as I saunter into the Social Room of The Wicked Horse.
We shake hands with a strong familiarity born from sharing a woman in bed or a good scotch at the end of an evening. Of course, that was all PT, or pre-Trista. Since then, his cock only fucks his woman, but he’s comfortable enough in his relationship that he’ll fuck Trista at the Wicked Horse sometimes.
Not going to lie… I enjoy watching.
“Anything special going on tonight?” I ask as I survey the crowd. I always come in late, usually no earlier than eleven. If I wait any longer than that, though, everyone’s pretty much worn themselves out for the type of fucking I like.
The deviant, dirty, and often hard kind.
“Same old.” Jerico grins as he rattles the ice cubes in his glass as he casually leans against the bar. Unless Trista’s here with him, he usually doesn’t venture from either the Social Room or his office.
“I’ll make something good then.” With a laugh, I lift my chin to the bartender hovering nearby. He nods and turns to get me a bottled water. I don’t drink alcohol in here.
Ever.
Not because of any unpleasant experience, not because I don’t like the taste, and not because I’m against paying fifteen dollars for two fingers of house brand. Merely because I like feeling the things I do here with all of my senses.
Alcohol loosens inhibitions. However, if my inhibitions were any looser, I’d be having kinky sex in the middle of Las Vegas Boulevard in broad daylight. I like sex, and I don’t need to rely on anything to get me in the mood.
But alcohol can also cut down on the feelings. Dull the nerves in my cock, slow my heart rate, and muddle my brain. If I’m going to belong to a sex club, I sure as shit don’t want to lose any of those functions.
“How’s business?” Jerico asks as I wait for my water.
“It’s Vegas and I own a thriving casino,” I say with a dry grin. “How do you think it’s going?”
Jerico chuckles and nods in understanding, but then says, “I don’t get it. You’re one of the hottest bachelors in this town, so wealthy most think you’ve sold your soul to the devil, but then you’re here almost every night banging some anonymous chick. You’re at an age where you should be getting married and having babies.”
I just shake my head and smirk. We’ve become pretty good friends over the last few years since this club opened, so he should know that’s a ludicrous statement to make about me. “Dude… just because you’ve found the perfect woman and want to spend all your little swimmers in the hopes of making babies doesn’t mean every man feels that way.”
“Aren’t you worried about being alone when you’re old and decrepit?” Jerico jokes. “You’re what… thirty-five or so?”
“Thirty-six.” I take the bottled water from the bartender and push a twenty his way, telling him, “Keep the change.”
“Thanks, Walsh,” the bartender says. No clue what his name is, but everyone knows my name here. Not only do I put on a good show for the other patrons to enjoy, but I also tip insanely well.
Turning back to Jerico, I feel the need to defend my age and single status. “Besides… did the marriage routine once. Wasn’t all that great. And thirty-six is far from being on the verge of going into a nursing home.”
“I hear ya, man,” Jerico says, and then looks at his watch. “I have to get going. I happen to have a hot-as-hell woman at home waiting for me.”
“Have fun,” I say with a wink, then turn to walk toward the door that will lead me into a world of debauchery. I told Jerico to have fun, but honestly… fucking his honey on the bed missionary style is not my idea of fun. But more power to him.
As I weave my way through the crowd, I’m stopped a few times by people wanting to chat. Some are men who want to be like me, and so they act like foolish puppies in their hero worship. Some are women wanting a taste of what I can offer.
As many people who stop me, twice as many look away, not wanting to make eye contact. The men who do that are jealous because I get the pick of the women. The women who do it are terrified I might draw them in, and I’m a demanding son of a bitch when I decide to give you my cock. If a woman says “yes” to me, then she’d better be prepared for a wild and bumpy ride that could leave her sore and maybe even a bit bruised. 
I’m not every woman’s cup of tea.
When I make it to the foyer on the other side of the Social Room, I hesitate for only a minute. I spent last night in the Silo, and I’ll be there tomorrow evening for the Masquerade opener. I’m not feeling the Orgy Room right now because I’m also feeling a bit selfish, and in that room, I tend to share the spoils.
Nope. Tonight, I want a more laid-back atmosphere and I want a woman riding me, so I choose The Waterfall Room and turn left.
When I enter, I don’t bother to appreciate the lavish decor of high-quality furniture and custom fabrics. I only take a moment to observe the woman lying on her back under the waterfall while some dude eats her out and the water cascades down on them.
After a quick survey, I hone in on an empty couch beside the pool. I uncap my water as I stride there, not making eye contact with anyone. Once I take a swallow, I close the bottle and then set it on the table beside the couch. I undo my belt and pull it free, then unzip my jeans and pull my cock out.
I keep one booted foot firmly on the floor and plant my other on the cushion as I lean back and start to stroke myself.
It takes thirty seconds for a woman to approach me, and I lazily slide my eyes up to take her in. Blonde bombshell.
Enough said.
“Want a ride?” I ask, nodding toward my impressively large erection.
She licks her lips and nods.
“Get naked, then.”
She does.
When she starts toward the couch to presumably straddle me, I shake my head. “Get yourself wet for me.”
“But I am,” she coos.
I reach out with my free hand, push it between legs that spread wide for me, and brush my finger through her bare lips. “Nice piercing,” I comment as I brush against warmed metal. She’s got a stud above her clit.
When I slip inside, she is indeed wet.
“Feels good,” she moans.
I pull my finger free and flick it against her piercing. Her hips buck. 
“Condom’s in my back pocket.” I continue to stroke myself.
The blonde bends over, fantastically huge tits swaying with the motion right in front of my face, and my mouth waters slightly. I’m a total breast man, but, like I said… tonight, I’m feeling selfish.
When she has the condom free of the wrapper, she doesn’t need any encouragement from me to put it on. I release my hold on my dick and concentrate on the sensation of her rolling it on.
Making a slight adjustment on the couch, I hold my hand out to her and she takes it. When she has her knees planted beside my hips, she puts her hands on my shoulders for balance. Her eyes are shining brightly as she leans her face closer to mine.
“Been waiting for you to notice me, Walsh,” she says breathlessly.
I don’t point out that I didn’t notice her because that would just be mean, and I don’t get off on being cruel.
“Can’t wait to have that hot cunt wrapped around me, baby,” I say, not bothering to ask her name because I don’t care what it is.
But she takes the compliment and lets me guide my cock to her opening. When the tip is nestled in, I release my hold and lean back.
“Go to town,” I encourage.
And she does, sliding down on my shaft so swiftly I see the slight wince on her face as she burns from the stretch. My dick is just plain big.
When she bottoms out on me, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, which is a sexy-as-fuck move on any woman, and starts to ride.
I hold still, fighting the urge to grab her hips to fuck her hard from beneath. I love doing that to a woman; getting so much power into my upward thrusts I’ve almost tossed a woman or two off me before.
But tonight, I’m going to let her do the work, because again… feeling selfish.
And she’s good, too. Her toned thighs tell me she’s an excellent top rider, and she grinds her pussy down hard each time. I want desperately to play around with that stud above her clit, but I’d rather her get off on my cock alone. 
I can tell this is a woman who knows how to get it from cock alone, so I let her ride me hard.
I concentrate on those tits bouncing, her little yips of pleasure, and sometimes moans of pain as I swell even bigger inside her.
When she starts to come, she loses some momentum, so my hands come to her hips and I put a little effort into the game.
I punch my hips up, squeezing my ass muscles hard at the apex, and let gravity pull me back out. In and out, up and down, driving into hot, wet pussy that’s got my balls starting to pull inward.
One last powerful drive upward, and I clamp my teeth down and groan out my release. God, it’s fucking good.
Never had a bad orgasm in my life, but this one is particularly good.
The woman collapses on top of me, her fingers sifting through my dark shoulder-length hair. I let her lay like that for a moment until I feel myself start to soften, then I’m gently pushing her up and off.
She sits on her haunches, a satisfied smirk on her face like she’s the only one who has rocked my world that way. I don’t disabuse her of that notion, though.
“Want me to lick you clean?” she asks with a sexy purr, her hands pulling the condom off me.
“No thanks, baby.” I gently pick her up and stand her on the floor. Pushing off the couch, I tuck myself into my pants. I pick up my belt and quickly put it back on.
Reaching over, I grab my water bottle before planting a quick kiss on her cheek. “But you were amazing.”
I turn around and leave the Waterfall Room.
I don’t look back.

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MORE ABOUT WICKED WISH

Jorinda Pearce thought she did everything right – graduated from college, married her long-time sweetheart, established a career. But what does she have to show for it now? A degree she doesn’t use, a job she hates, and an ex-husband that broke her heart. 

Looking for a long overdue adventure, Jorie takes a walk on the wild side and attends a masquerade event at The Wicked Horse Vegas. It’s exactly the escape she’s looking for, and even better, she can explore anonymously. Drawn to the man masked in black leather with the body of a god, Jorie finds the greatest pleasures of her life at the hands of a stranger. 

Walsh Brooks is the most sought after man in The Wicked Horse. Sex is nothing but a game to him and he’s the type that will always leave at the end of the night without looking back. Unfortunately for Walsh, there’s no way he can walk away from the mysterious green-eyed beauty behind the mask of sapphire feathers, because he knows exactly who she is.

Jorie is his best friend’s little sister and there’s not another woman in the world that’s more off limits.

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Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released more than 30 books and has been featured on both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists on multiple occasions.
A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.
Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a combination of the two.
                     
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Sneak Peek:  The Hard Truth About Sunshine by Sawyer Bennett

3/26/2017

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There are books that tug at your heart, there are books that lift you up, there are books that make you feel all the emotions; The Hard Truth About Sunshine by Sawyer Bennett is this book and more. Sawyer has delivered a beautiful, touching, emotional and realistic portrayal of how tragic events can unite us and finding our strength comes from unlikely places.  Meet the exceptional characters in a sneak peek of this emotional uplifting tale of how simply beautiful real life can be.   

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The neighborhood is perfect. Square lots that back up to one another, little to no fencing, and pretty much set in a grid pattern that will make navigation easy. I left my Suburban parked five blocks away, and we’ll stay a good two blocks away from it in our pursuits tonight. The sidewalks are lined with large trees that help to filter out the streetlights, and the only real problem with exposure is from porch lights. Luckily for us, we won’t be getting that close to the houses.
“Okay, there’s an etiquette to egging,” I tell the group as we squat down behind a bush at the edge of our first target’s yard. I can’t squat down as far as the others because of my prosthesis, but I can get low enough that I’m part of the tight circle we’ve formed. Jillian on my left, Barb to my right, and Connor opposite of me. He looks at me with earnest dedication, as if I’m teaching him how to perform open-heart surgery.
“First,” I continue. “No houses that are completely dark. There’s no risk in that, which means there’s no fun in that. Try to aim for windows or storm doors, particularly ones where the occupants might be standing near. It helps to scare the shit out of them.”
Connor nods in understanding, committing this rule to memory. Barb rolls her eyes and Jillian tries to look censuring, but I can see the amusement in the tilt of her lips.
“Second… we all throw together on my count. Once your egg makes contact with the structure, we run to our next designated point.”
“Why do you get to count?” Jillian asks.
“Be quiet,” I tell her with a stern look. “You’re not participating so you have no say.”
She giggles in response and Christ… I like that sound. My scar pinches, which means I’m smiling, and I give into it.
Turning back to Connor, I make sure he understands the most important rule. “Finally, don’t panic if you’re pursued. Ditch the rest of the eggs if you can without being seen. If you’re caught, deny everything.”
Connor swallows hard but nods again, his eyes starting to sparkle with excitement.
“Are we ready?” I ask the group.
“Yes,” Connor and Barb say together, palming the egg they’d pulled from their respective cartons. We’re all traveling light right now… nothing but a carton in one hand and a single egg in the other. Jillian’s holding onto the Suburban’s keys, but I noted she put on tennis shoes tonight in case we have to run. I guess she’s running with us, even though she’s not participating.
“Okay, our first target is this house,” I say as I nod over my left shoulder to the small brick house on the other side of the bush. I do a quick scan of the street, see no one around and no cars coming, and then complete my instructions. “There’s a woman at the window washing dishes. Try to aim there.”
Connor, Barb, and I all stand from our squatting positions and cock our arms back. Jillian gives a long-suffering sigh, but stands as well.
“And on three… two… one,” I murmur to my squad. “Go!”
The three of us throw the eggs, mine and Connor’s hitting the kitchen window. Barb’s hit just to the right of it on the brick, but the splatting egg was so startling the woman washing dishes shrieks in fear and ducks down low out of sight, I’m sure thinking she was being shot at or something.
Snickering, I turn and take off running down the darkened sidewalk. I’d worn my running blade tonight, which is a special carbon-fiber reinforced polymer prosthetic that helps with spring and balance. I’d received this through the Veteran’s Administration along with my C-leg prosthetic, but I hardly ever use it. Haven’t been that into running since my injury.
But tonight, as I find I’m able to move fairly quickly for a dude with only one leg, I feel a surge of adrenaline and perhaps personal challenge rise within me. Why am I not running again? I was good at it when I was in the Marine Corps, sometimes running five to eight miles, several times a week.
Connor, Barb, and Jillian all run behind me, any of the three probably able to overtake me with nominal effort, but they don’t. Instead, they follow me down one block, and south down another two where I scout out another house. By the time the woman washing dishes figures out what hit her house, she won’t be able to find us.

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More About The Hard Truth Sunshine

New York Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett has written her most gripping and poignant tale yet. Provocatively heart-breaking, audaciously irreverent and romantically fulfilling, The Hard Truth About Sunshine exposes just how very thin the line is between a full life and an empty existence.

Despite having narrowly escaped death's clutches, Christopher Barlow is grateful for nothing. His capacity to love has been crushed. He hates everyone and everything, completely unable to see past the gray stain of misery that coats his perception of the world. It's only after he involuntarily joins a band of depressed misfits who are struggling to overcome their own problems, does Christopher start to re-evaluate his lot in life.

What could they possibly learn from one another? How could they possibly help each other to heal? And the question that Christopher asks himself over and over again... can he learn to love again? 

He's about to find out as he embarks upon a cross country trip with a beautiful woman who is going blind, a boy with terminal cancer, and an abuse victim who can't decide whether she wants to live or die. 

Four people with nothing in common but their destination. They will encounter adventure, thrills, loss and love. And within their travels they will learn the greatest lesson of all. 

The hard truth about sunshine...

Warning: This book deals with some tough issues including suicide and sexual abuse.

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Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released more than 30 books and has been featured on both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists on multiple occasions. 

A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone. 

Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a combination of the two.
 

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At the powerhouse law firm of Knight & Payne, winning comes first and ethics a distant second. Leary Michaels uses her female charms to daze opponents, and it’s always worked well—until now. On her most personal case yet, she finds herself going up against a defense attorney just as skilled, shameless, and seductive as she is.
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Reeve Holloway has never met a woman as sure of her own sexuality, or as ruthless in wielding it, as Leary is. But he won’t be toyed with. What Leary starts, he’ll finish—in the courtroom, the bedroom, or any-damn-place he wants. The sex is uninhibited, electrifying, and absolutely against the rules. Reeve’s job is to ruin Leary’s case…even if it destroys her in the process and costs him the woman he’s come to love.

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