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Tijan has released her spin-off novel featuring the band members first figured in the Broken & Screwed novels. This rocker book has her fans happier than a kid on a sugar high, their sublime satisfaction only slightly\u00a0due to the long wait for this book as she worked on Fallen Crest and Jaded Series–no one cried into their soup about getting those books in the meantime, and heavily due to the band; who everyone loves. Tijan\u00a0is a repeat offender of putting out crowd pleasers and if the ratings on this book is any indication this novel is going to pave a golden road to her upcoming Carter Reed 2 release.<\/p>\n
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Sustain Synopsis:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n I had a simple life.<\/p>\n I worked two jobs, made ends meet, and hung out with my mom and twin brother. The other part of my life was about avoiding him, but when SWAT raided my boyfriend\u2019s home, that was the last straw. The boyfriend got tossed and to help me keep busy, my brother talked me into joining their old band again, but I had to be honest. It wasn\u2019t a hard sell. Playing drums was in my blood. I used to be addicted and that craving hadn\u2019t been satisfied in three long years. The only problem was their lead singer.<\/p>\n It was HIM.<\/p>\n The drums might not have been the only thing I was addicted to. I think I was still addicted to him too.<\/p>\n **Full length novel. Purchase Sustain:<\/strong><\/p>\n Amazon<\/a><\/p>\n Tijan’s Books:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Jaded Series:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Fallen Crest Series:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n A Whole New Crowd Books:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Broken & Screwed Books:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Davy Harwood Books:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Non Series Books:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Sustain\u00a0<\/span><\/strong>Excerpt:\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Below is a chapter excerpt that Tijan posted on her Tijan’s Books Facebook. Hidden within the excerpt is\u00a0a link to an Amazon Giveaway to win a paperback copy of Tijan’s new book Sustain! There are three copies up for grab, so three lucky winners will go home with copies of the new book. Amazon sends these copies directly to you, I’ve already paid for them, including shipping and handling. These books are waiting for you to win them!<\/p>\n This is obviously a treasure hunt for the word that contains the link, I have devilishly hidden it so that it doesn’t appear the same color as the other links on my page. Each day I will pick a new word and change the link to a different spot so that no one spoils the search for Ellen’s sake and the perpetuity of the giveaway.<\/p>\n Search well Tijanettes because three of you will be going home with the band! Please read the excerpt\u00a0below closely because you are about to hitch a ride on the All The Things Inbetween Blog Sponsored, Sustain Treasure Hunt Tour <\/span><\/strong>and you don’t want to miss any stops!<\/p>\n CHAPTER ONE<\/p>\n They came in when we were sleeping. They were silent until our bedroom door was kicked open, and a loud male voice shouted, \u201cPolice! Police! We have a search warrant!\u201d They flooded into the room. It felt like a stampede was entering, as the floorboards jostled and the bed shook. I sat up, dazed, but Elijah was already up. He kicked off the bed sheets, grabbed his jeans, and ran to the window. \u201cFreeze! Stop right there and let me see your hands. Freeze!\u201d<\/p>\n A strong hand grabbed my arm, and I was yanked upright. I soared through the air and hit against the far wall. It all happened in the blink of an eye.<\/p>\n Thud.<\/p>\n I can\u2019t believe this is happening, I thought while in the air, right before I crashed into the wall with that thud. Elijah and I had been at a rave three hours earlier. The night had been filled with techno music, neon lights, and sweat that came from too much dancing, too much sex, and too much fun. And now this\u2014I wanted to curse. I wasn\u2019t dumb. What was happening before my eyes brought back all my brother\u2019s warnings.<\/p>\n \u201cHe sells drugs, Bri.\u201d<\/p>\n Braden had been so sure. I had been sure he was wrong. I had laughed at him and walked away, shaking my head, but a part of me had wondered. The money I found in boxes and bags that were stuffed everywhere. The chest he kept a lock on and refused to tell me what was inside. The nightly visits from people who were never allowed inside the house. After the first few fights, I stopped asking, because the truth was, I didn\u2019t want to know.<\/p>\n Living in Grant West allowed me to live in that denial. Our town wasn\u2019t a large city, but we had a large university and two technical colleges. The population swarmed tenfold during the school months, and because of all the newbies in town, the locals formed a tight unit. Sometimes they mixed with us. That was inevitable, especially at bars and sporting events. We tried not to associate with outsiders, but I knew one person that did. Elijah. All those college parties he dragged me to, only to disappear as soon as we walked through the door\u2014those college students were his customers.<\/p>\n I groaned.<\/p>\n Idiot!<\/p>\n I was pulled from my thoughts when the cop pushed me face-first into the wall. He kicked my legs open, wrenched my arms behind my back, and slapped handcuffs onto my wrists. I winced as the cold metal cut into my skin, but ignored the pain and twisted my head to the window to see Elijah on the window frame, poised to jump.<\/p>\n The cop closest to Elijah yelled, \u201cElijah Turner<\/a><\/span>, get on the floor!\u201d Elijah stopped and spun around to face the room. His crystal green eyes jerked to mine, and his shoulders heaved up and down. The scratch marks I had left a few hours ago stretched with each breath he took. He had lied to me, but I had let him.<\/p>\n Everything was tuned out. The police were still yelling for him to stand down. Their guns remained aimed right at him, but he was looking at me. Then I saw a shift in him. An apology flashed in his gaze, and I knew he was going to jump. I twisted in his direction. \u201cNo!\u201d<\/p>\n The officer slammed me back into the wall. \u201cStay.\u201d His knee pressed into the back of my thigh, holding me in place, and he pushed down on my handcuffs, making them bite into my wrists, but I didn\u2019t feel it.<\/p>\n Please don\u2019t, Elijah, I silently pleaded with him.<\/p>\n He read my unspoken message and took a deep breath in resignation. He was going to surrender. Relief flared through me. I was pissed at him, but jumping would have made things worse. I still cared about him.<\/p>\n The police sensed the shift in him and moved in. They dragged him from the window, pushed him to his knees, and handcuffed him. Once he was in custody, they took him first, leading him out the door. I was next. A female officer took my arm and led me out of the bedroom, into another room. As they did, I could hear drawers, boxes, and books being dumped onto the floor from Elijah\u2019s room.<\/p>\n The officer searched me. My clothes were brought in, and she searched them, too. She went through the pockets of my jeans, checked my shirt and my bra before tossing it to the guy in charge of me. My flip-flops were next. The bottoms were inspected. They were looking for a secret compartment in anything. When nothing was found, she returned my clothes, and I was allowed to re-dress.<\/p>\n When I was taken out, I saw police officers searching all over\u2014other rooms, the bathrooms, and the living room. Even the stair rails. Someone tossed my bag to the female holding my arm. It was unzipped, and the front pockets were pulled out; they had searched it. Another cop came over to us with my wallet. I watched her rifle through everything before she pushed it into the main compartment of my bag and zipped it back up. She said to the cop, \u201cThat\u2019s hers. She might need it.\u201d She met my gaze then. \u201cWe took your phone. It might have evidence on it.\u201d<\/p>\n I hissed as I was yanked forward again. That was my phone, dammit.<\/p>\n Looking around for Elijah, I saw him in the second cruiser parked outside. When he turned to me, I pulled my gaze away. This was his fault. I had heard the rumors, but I had trusted him. I turned my back on a lot of people because I chose to believe my boyfriend. Elijah had never lied to me before, but this was one big-ass lie.<\/p>\n The cop led me to a different cruiser, and I was pushed into the backseat. Her hand covered my head until I cleared the door. Once inside, she popped into the front seat and turned up the heat. It was then that I realized how cold it was. The clock on her dashboard said it was 4:17 a.m., cold for the little clothing I was wearing. She didn\u2019t say anything before she left again, shutting her door, and I was alone.<\/p>\n I was numb.<\/p>\n I was shocked.<\/p>\n I was livid.<\/p>\n I kept playing out the image of the cops bursting through the door. Elijah. This was his fault. No, it was mine. I should\u2019ve listened to my brother. No. I was going back to my boyfriend. This was all his fault. Well. Check that. Ex-boyfriend now.<\/p>\n Hell. I was tired, too\u2014tired and wired at the same time. My chest was moving up and down at a rapid pace. My skin was crawling, but I wanted to curl under a blanket at the same time. I understood why criminals looked crazy on those cop shows, if this was what they were feeling.<\/p>\n Then the cop came back and got inside. \u201cYour name is Brielle Masterson?\u201d<\/p>\n She was cold and brisk. Well, whatever. I watched those shows, too. I knew to keep my mouth shut. Plus, even though I was pissed at Elijah, I wasn\u2019t exactly being flooded with warm feelings for these officers. It was dumb and immature, but I kept my mouth closed. That was my middle finger to her.<\/p>\n She turned around to face me and held up a file. \u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter if you don\u2019t tell us. We know who you are.\u201d<\/p>\n How?<\/p>\n She arched an eyebrow. \u201cWe have your phone, Brielle.\u201d<\/p>\n Oh. Well. Color me foolish, except\u2014gritting my teeth\u2014I still didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n The officer added, \u201cDo you have any idea why we\u2019re arresting you and Mr. Turner?\u201d<\/p>\n I said nothing. I could be stubborn. My brother would testify to that. I wasn\u2019t guilty of anything, so I wasn\u2019t worried, or I didn\u2019t think I should be worried. The cop kept talking, but I tuned her out and caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. I was surprised at the hard mask looking back at me. My face looked etched in stone, but there was anger boiling under the surface. Damn straight. Thanks a lot, Elijah.<\/p>\n Wrinkling my nose, my dark hair was a mess. I hadn\u2019t showered since the day before, so it was greasy. I reached up to smooth my hair out, at least to look a little presentable, but it was pointless. My hair had a mind of its own.<\/p>\n The cop was watching me with narrowed eyes. When I saw that, I turned away, and my chin rose in defiance. She sighed. I caught movement from the corner of my eye as she put the file down on the passenger seat. \u201cLook,\u201d she started, \u201cI don\u2019t know your full story. You have a juvie record, I see. Some fights when you were younger. It says you took on a group of girls. Another time you assaulted your boss at Dairy Queen.\u201d She kept going, \u201cYou are going to be processed, and you\u2019ll be booked. You don\u2019t have any drug-related charges. I\u2019d hate for this to be your first one. If you cooperate, you can make it all go away.\u201d<\/p>\n My gaze jerked to hers.<\/p>\n \u201cTell us what you know about Elijah\u2019s drug circuit.\u201d She smiled at me, though her eyes remained flat. Her tone sounded so friendly. I rolled my eyes. I grew up being poor. My mom worked the night shift, so it was Braden and myself. Our dad left when we were six, and we had to learn to fend for ourselves. We fed ourselves. We dressed ourselves. We figured out what things we needed for school. Mom tried, but she was usually a zombie. I wasn\u2019t an idiot, and this cop wasn\u2019t going to fool me otherwise.<\/p>\n She was saying, \u201c\u2026the more you help us, the more we can help you.\u201d<\/p>\n I slumped down in the seat and took a deep breath. It wasn\u2019t going to happen. I was now in a waiting game. Glancing out the window, I wondered how long this would take. Braden\u2019s band played at Rowdy\u2019s last night, so that meant they might still be there. Even if it was another hour from now, they could still be in the basement. It was where they practiced, but it was where they partied, too. I\u2019d try Rowdy\u2019s number when I was released. Because, you know, they\u2019d have to release me if I wasn\u2019t guilty.<\/p>\n \u201cFine.\u201d The cop held up her hand in surrender. She turned back around to face the front. \u201cI hope you\u2019re ready for this. You\u2019re going to be interrogated just like every other criminal we arrest.\u201d<\/p>\n Except I wasn\u2019t a criminal. They\u2019d figure that out sooner or later. As she pulled out onto the street, I closed my eyes to try to get some sleep, or at least to calm down more. My heart was still racing. When we got to the police station, the wired feeling was fading, and the exhaustion was taking over. When I was taken into an interrogation room, I eyed the table and had visions of just lying on top of it and going to sleep.<\/p>\n \u201cHow long have you been dating Elijah Turner?\u201d<\/p>\n Instead, this was what I got.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you sell drugs for him?\u201d<\/p>\n No answer.<\/p>\n \u201cWe know you graduated two years ago, but we know he\u2019s got students from the high school selling for him. Is that what you do? Do you recruit students at your old high school?\u201d She laid a file onto the table.<\/p>\n I closed my eyes. The questions were giving me answers, not the other way around.<\/p>\n \u201cThere are witness accounts placing you and Elijah at a rave last night. Drugs were sold at that rave. Your boyfriend\u2019s drugs. If you were a part of it, come clean now. Brielle.\u201d She gentled her tone. I opened my eyes to see a soft grin on her face. \u201cWe know a rival organization is moving in. Are you helping both sides?\u201d<\/p>\n What was she talking about? I wanted to ask. No, I wanted to demand.<\/p>\n She leaned across the table toward me. \u201cThe time for you to start talking is ending. We have people talking. Don\u2019t think we don\u2019t. They are going to name you as an accessory to this whole thing. We can protect you, Brielle, if you help us. We can keep you safe. Elijah will have no idea you were a part of this.\u201d<\/p>\n I wanted to flip the table over. Then I wanted to leap over it and run out of there. Instead, I took a deep breath and hunched further down in my seat. She was going to keep talking, no matter what she threatened.<\/p>\n \u201cOh.\u201d She started laughing, stood up, and walked in a small circle. \u201cDo you want a lawyer? You think your mom can pay for one? I read your file. Your whole history is in there. Your daddy left when you were little. Your mom\u2019s working two jobs. You didn\u2019t go to college. How come? My guess is that you stuck around to help your mom?\u201d She opened a folder and skimmed her hand down it, stopping in the middle. \u201cIt says you work at the nursing home, but you quit recently. Is that what you\u2019re going to do all your life? Are you going to get another job?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow is that any of your business?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou make shit money. With what we have on you, a public defender won\u2019t get you off. You\u2019re looking at jail time, Brielle. Jail.\u201d<\/p>\n I wanted to laugh at her. For what? For picking the wrong guy and ignoring my brother\u2019s warnings? Yes. If that was a crime, take me away, Officer.<\/p>\n Someone knocked briefly on the door, and a new guy came inside. Looking in his older thirties with his blond hair combed back, he was dressed in jeans and a shirt. He was also wearing a GWPD vest. After he nodded to the woman, she left and he turned to stare at me. Nothing was said for a minute, and then he slowly sat down in the chair across from me and folded his hands together, resting them on the table between us. \u201cMy name is Detective Williams, and I am here to tell you what we know. You can decide whether or not you want to participate in this investigation or not. Now.\u201d He leaned back in his chair. With one finger, he slid a picture across the table toward me. \u201cThat\u2019s a picture of a girl that overdosed at a rave last night. What Officer Sonya said is true. We do know you and Elijah were there, but we can\u2019t connect you to the girl. However, we do know that your boyfriend oversees Grant West. Someone else runs Grant East. Are they the ones moving in? Wait, that\u2019s another discussion if you decide to help us. We don\u2019t know if you\u2019re a part of it, and because of that, yes, you will be released in a moment.\u201d<\/p>\n My head perked up.<\/p>\n He shook his. \u201cI want you to know everything before you leave, so sit back. We would like you to help us, and we can hold you a whole hell of a lot longer without officially arresting you if we need to. But we\u2019re not going to do that as a sign of good faith. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I have a feeling you won\u2019t be able to not help when we\u2019re done.\u201d<\/p>\n That was stupid of him. I leaned back in my chair and settled in. No matter what he said, I wasn\u2019t a narc. \u201cYou\u2019re not from around here, are you?\u201d<\/p>\n His eyebrows moved forward before flattening back into place. \u201cWhy do you ask?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou recently moved here?\u201d<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t reply, but he didn\u2019t need to. His mouth flattened. \u201cI don\u2019t know what that has to do with this, but here are the facts. A girl overdosed. She is in the hospital, and she may never wake up.\u201d He pointed to the picture. \u201cDo you know this girl? Did your boyfriend sell drugs to her?\u201d<\/p>\n I didn\u2019t know her, and I had no idea if Elijah did or not. Until this morning, I hadn\u2019t even wanted to admit he was a drug dealer.<\/p>\n I remained silent, and after another two minutes passed in silence, he stood up and a disgruntled sound came from him. It sounded like a groan mixed with a gurgling bark. \u201cFine. We have nothing to hold you. Elijah has been adamant that you have no part of his organization. He\u2019s insisting we release you before he will comply, so with that said, you are free to go.\u201d<\/p>\n I shoved my chair back and stood. \u201cCan I get my phone?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. That stays with us.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI thought you said you were letting me go?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re the girlfriend of a known drug dealer. We have every indication that he might\u2019ve used your phone to set up deals. Your phone stays with us.\u201d<\/p>\n They think he used me? Used my phone? My jaw squared, and I stalked down the hallway. Leaving didn\u2019t take long. They never fingerprinted me. No paperwork had been filed so the only thing I waited for was my bag. As the cop moved to hand it to me, he held it a moment. I glanced up to see him staring at me. It wasn\u2019t a crude stare\u2014not like a lot of the guys in school or Elijah\u2019s friends. It was in a way that my mom used to look at me. His eyebrow raised as he said, \u201cDump the bad boy. He\u2019s not worth it, and in the end, he\u2019ll just take you down with him.\u201d<\/p>\n He let go of my bag.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks,\u201d I muttered under my breath, pulling my bag on my shoulder as I headed to the front of the station. Little did they know it was already over. I was an idiot, but I was a single idiot now. Then I stopped and turned back to the clerk. \u201cCan I use your phone?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat number?\u201d<\/p>\n Oh, this would not make me look good. \u201cRowdy\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n His nostrils flared.<\/p>\n \u201cJust call. My brother\u2019s band practices in the basement. They\u2019ll still be there. They\u2019ll answer.\u201d<\/p>\n He did and it wasn\u2019t long before I heard someone answer. He straightened and his hand scratched the back of his head. \u201cYeah, hello. This is Officer Malley. I\u2019ve got a\u2026\u201d He paused and held the phone against his chest. \u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBri.\u201d<\/p>\n He held the phone to his ear again and continued to frown at me. \u201cA Bri here. She reassures me that her brother\u2019s band uses your basement to practice\u2026\u201d He stopped, and after another moment, he nodded and hung up. \u201cThe owner\u2019s sending someone to pick you up.\u201d<\/p>\n I nodded and headed outside to wait. I didn\u2019t want to stay in there. If I did, who knows what could happen. They could change their minds and take me in for more questioning. I knew they probably wouldn\u2019t, but I didn\u2019t want to chance it. Visions of my bed were taunting me, jumping all around in my head and laughing at me as I sat on the curb and waited for Braden.<\/p>\n Twenty minutes later, my brother\u2019s truck slid to a stop in front of me. Grabbing my purse, I didn\u2019t see who was behind the wheel and said, \u201cI know you guys played tonight and figured you\u2019d still be partying, but I was nervous you would\u2019ve passed out or with some girl\u2026\u201d Then I saw who was staring back at me and forgot what I was about to say. \u201cFuck me.\u201d<\/p>\n Luke Skeet. His dark brown hair fell over his forehead, but he ignored it. A hint of dark humor entered those grey eyes of his, and he shook his head. \u201cNo, Bri. All those nights I crawled into your bed, fucking was the one thing we never got around to doing.\u201d His eye twitched, and his hand tightened its grip on the steering wheel. He skimmed me up and down. \u201cPity about that.\u201d<\/p>\n I tried to stop my body from reacting. I did, but I failed. He was still gorgeous. My body grew heated, and I swallowed, already feeling my pulse quickening. Until three years ago, Luke Skeet had been my neighbor and best friend. I had made avoiding him into an art since Luke was still my neighbor and still friends with my brother. Oh yeah, he was in my brother\u2019s band, too\u2014the band I helped form when we were in middle school. Meet Tijan:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n I didn’t begin writing until after undergraduate college. There’d been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can’t blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I’m hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.<\/p>\n Tijan’s Web Tracks:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Website<\/a> | Facebook<\/a> | Twitter<\/a> | Goodreads<\/a> | Amazon Author Page<\/a><\/p>\n Tijan on All The Things Inbetween:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Follow all the updates for this blog by visiting and liking The All The Things Inbetween Facebook page. Click the button to enter the ring!<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/th>\n<\/tr>\n I’m looking for authors and victims willing to write guest blogs, reviews and interviews for All The Things Inbetween. If you would be interested in taking part please drop me an email and I will send you a thank you picture of a kitten!<\/em><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/thead>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Tijan has released her spin-off novel featuring the band members first figured in the Broken & Screwed novels. 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This novel continues the love story of crime syndicate leader Carter Reed and his love kitten Emma Martins as they burn the world down. 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Carter Reed is the book which tells the gritty love story of Emma and\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Book It"","img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/havecoffeeneedbooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/Carter-Reed-Teaser-Banner.jpg?fit=670%2C260&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":4617,"url":"https:\/\/havecoffeeneedbooks.com\/index.php\/2014\/12\/04\/book-it-in-news-today-tijans-franchise-stop-i-know-kinda-makes-me-wanna-get-off-after-reading-each-stop-too\/","url_meta":{"origin":5037,"position":3},"title":"Book It - In News Today: Tijan's Franchise Stop! (I know... kinda makes me wanna get off after reading each stop, too...)","date":"2014-12-04","format":false,"excerpt":"This is an episodic blog tour and the parts have to be read in order please be sure to follow along all links are below: Tijan Franchise Part 1 - Confessions of a Y.A. & N.A. 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Mason is the prequel to the Fallen Crest novels and introduces us to the babe\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Book It"","img":{"alt_text":"Mason-Date","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/havecoffeeneedbooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/Mason-Date.jpg?resize=350%2C200&ssl=1","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":4171,"url":"https:\/\/havecoffeeneedbooks.com\/index.php\/2014\/10\/19\/he-said-she-said-fictional-friends-getting-to-know-the-dirt-about-fallen-fourth-three-part-2\/","url_meta":{"origin":5037,"position":5},"title":"He Said, She Said - Fictional Friends: Getting to Know the Dirt About Fallen Fourth Three! Part 2","date":"2014-10-19","format":false,"excerpt":"Time for part 2 of my 4 part, 'Getting to Know You Questionnaire' with the Fallen Crest Three or Fallen Four Three... or maybe I should just stick with calling them Sam, Mason and Logan. Today is Sam's Four Threes Portion! This is four questions with three answers. 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\nSo much passed between us in that look.<\/p>\n
\nHe had lied to me. We were over, repeated in my mind over and over again.<\/p>\n
\nI snorted. The pervert thought breasts were on the menu\u2026my breasts.<\/p>\n
\nAll of that ended when I found his bloody body lying unconscious on his kitchen floor. It was the same night I started dating Elijah.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/p>\n![\"Logan-Fit\"](\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/havecoffeeneedbooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/Logan-Fit.jpg?resize=300%2C300&ssl=1\")
<\/a>~He Said, She Said – Fictional Friends: Getting to Know the Dirt About Fallen Fourth Three! (Part 4)<\/a>
\n~He Said, She Said – Fictional Friends: Getting to Know the Dirt About Fallen Fourth Three! (Part 3)<\/a>
\n~He Said, She Said – Fictional Friends: Getting to Know the Dirt About Fallen Fourth Three! (Part 2)<\/a>
\n~He Said, She Said – Fictional Friends: Getting to Know the Dirt About Fallen Fourth Three! (Part 1)<\/a>
\n~Book It – In News Today: Tijan Rewards Tijanettes With Carter Reed 2 Tidbit for 27K Like Facebook Pinnacle; I Reward Tijanettes With Carter Reed Giveaway!<\/a>
\n~Book It – In News Today: Tijan Posts Mason POV Teaser For Fans<\/a>
\n~Book It – In News Today: Tijan Gives FALLEN FOURTH DOWN TEASER!<\/a>
\n~Book It – In News Today: Tijanettes Meet A Whole New Crowd<\/a>
\n~Book It – In News Today: Tijan’s A Whole New Crowd Pre-Release Tease!<\/a>
\n~He Said, She Said – Gabfest and Gossip: Tijan<\/a>
\n~Book It \u2013 In News Today: Tijan Gives Another Sneak Peek for Fallen Fourth Down\u202c<\/a>
\n~Book It – In News Today: Tijan Releases New Sustain Teaser<\/a>
\n~Book It – In News Today: Tijan Reveals Cover of Sustain with First Two Chapters<\/a>
\n~Any Day That Ends In YA – Fallen Crest Public by Tijan<\/a><\/p>\n<\/p>\n\n\n
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