Book Launch: J.J. DiBenedetto "Fever Dream" @jjdibenedetto

What if you could see everyone else's dreams?

Find out with the Dream Series by J.J. DiBenedetto! Book #9, FEVER DREAM, is out today!

What's the story?

Dr. Sara Alderson isn’t used to her patients dying for no reason. When a young boy succumbs to a mysterious illness that defies all her efforts to treat it, she refuses to accept defeat. After two months of questions, Sara has attracted the attention of powerful people who don’t want their secrets uncovered, and will go to any lengths to make sure they stay hidden. Now, time is running out for Sara to unravel the mystery before anyone else falls victim to the illness. And before her career, her family and her freedom are taken from her by enemies she doesn’t even know she has.
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Want to know more? Here's an excerpt!
It’s one in the morning, and the last guests have gone. Other than the cleaning crew, Brian and I are the only ones left in the ballroom. I know we need to leave, but I can’t bear the thought of standing up and trying to walk out of the room, down to the garage and then to the car. I think my feet might literally fall off. “You’re going to have to carry me out of here,” I tell Brian, and he gives me a wicked grin in return. “I was planning on it,” he says, and he stands, takes a deep breath, and lifts me right out of my seat. I yelp and throw my arms around his neck as he carries me out of the room and over to the elevator, barely showing any strain at all. He has to put me down once we get to the elevator, though. “I need a free hand,” he says, hitting the “up” button. But the garage is – oh. I should have known. “You booked a room.” He nods. “And you told my parents we wouldn’t be home tonight.” Another nod. It’s all part of the fantasy, I guess. He’s been imagining that he’s James Bond all night, and after a glitzy evening at the casino, James Bond doesn’t hop into the minivan so he can get home, walk the dog and collapse into bed. No way. He takes his conquest for the evening up to the five-star hotel room, where the champagne is already waiting. On ice, no doubt. The bell dings, he ushers me into the empty elevator, and as the door closes, I feel my fatigue suddenly, instantly, drain away, and I’m all over him. I may not be a fan of those movies, but I know how they go, and it’s not as though I need much of an excuse to throw myself at my husband. By the time the door opens onto the third floor, I’m panting and extricating my hands from his tuxedo jacket. “You woke up in a hurry,” he says, panting himself, pulling his hand off the zipper of my dress, which is already halfway down my back. “Well, I know what you were thinking, and I also know that no girl can resist James Bond, right?” By way of an answer, he leads me down the hall, opens the door to our room, picks me up again and deposits me on the bed. In seconds, he’s finished the job of zipping me right out of my dress, and his tuxedo is in an undignified mess somewhere on the floor. After that – there’s no more thought, just feeling, just his hands and his lips and his – his everything.
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The first five books in the series are collected in one Kindle Box Set, and it's on sale this weekend for just $0.99!
What if you could see everyone else’s dreams? Sara Barnes has just discovered that she can. And this gift – or curse – will lead her on an extraordinary journey. Follow Sara as her newfound ability leads her into adventures she never imagined. She will hunt down a serial killer, investigate a plot to murder one of her teachers, unravel a conspiracy between a mobster and a corrupt politician and face off against her nemesis: a woman who shares her talent, but uses it to destroy lives rather than save them. And Sara will have to manage all that while finishing college, becoming a doctor and falling in love, too. Here are the first five books of the Dream Series, along with bonus material created especially for this collection. Included in this set are DREAM STUDENT, DREAM DOCTOR, DREAM CHILD, DREAM FAMILY and WAKING DREAM. In addition, you’ll find the short story BETTY & HOWARD’S EXCELLENT ADVENTURE starring Sara’s parents. But most of all, when you open this box of dreams, you’ll find romance, suspense, humor and plenty of heart…
Where do you buy it? Amazon Smashwords Barnes & Noble Apple iBookstore Kobo Google Play What about books #6, 7 and 8?

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They're all on sale at Amazon! But I like to listen instead of read! What about audiobooks?


IMG_0020The first five novels and a short story are all available on Audible! And you can hear samples from all of them right here! So who's the author? Well, technically, that's a picture of his cat, Danny. Danny is much more phorogenic than J.J. is. But J.J. (James, really) is a pretty nice guy. He's a native New Yorker, althoguh he's lived in the Washington, DC area for the last 20 years. He loves the opera, reading, photography, science fiction, fondue, travel and the New York Giants. Oh, and of course Danny, and also of course his lovely and talented wife. Where can I learn more about him? At his website, on Facebook, on Twitter and at his Amazon Author Page.  

May I introduce: Martha O'Sullivan "Last Chance" #MFRWAuthors

Last Chance
by Martha O'Sullivan


In Second Chance, star-crossed lovers Lindsay Foster and Brian Rembrandt get a second chance at love amid the brilliant blue waters of Lake Tahoe. In Chance Encounter, Delaney Richards and Mike Savoy's quest for love takes them from Tahoe's fawn-colored shores to the serpentine streets of San Francisco. And the heat in Last Chance comes not from the blazing summer sun and rugged, white-hot sand, but from the prurient fervor between friends-turned-lovers Moira Brody and Paul Webster. 
Moira Brody knows Paul Webster better than he knows himself. But neither one of them know that he as in love with her as she is with him. These lifelong friends will have to look at each other with fresh eyes and brave hearts. Moira will take an epic leap of faith and Paul will take the ultimate risk--again. They'll come full-circle, but there will be plenty of collateral damage along the way. And even the single-digit temperatures and snowcapped peaks of the Lake Tahoe winter are no match for their long-bridled desire.


Martha O'Sullivan has loved reading romance novels for as long as she can remember. Writing her own novels is the realization of a lifelong dream for this stay-at-home mom. Martha writes spicy, contemporary romances with traditional couples and happy endings. She is the author of the Chances trilogy from Red Sage Publishing. Her current work-in-progress is steamy Christmas novel set in Florida.  A native Chicagoan, she lives her own happy ending in Tampa with her husband and two daughters. Please visit for reviews, excerpts and more.

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Excerpt (PG-13) from Last Chance by Martha O'Sullivan 

The black ice cast an eerie sheen on the road ahead and the glare of the oncoming high beams had Paul squinting as if at the summer sun. The weather was coming in fast and he wondered if Moira had gotten home safely.
         Or at all.
         Or alone.
         He should've gotten her roses. 
         But he didn't.
         Because she's...Moira. Effortlessly beautiful, remarkably grounded, perpetually good-natured Moira. 
         And tonight she was something else.
         Irresistibly sexy. 
         In tight-fitting jeans and a scooped-neck top he'd never seen before. 
         With her freshly washed, begging to be touched spiral curls skimming her shoulders.
         And eye makeup.   
         With red lipstick.
         She smelled pretty good too. Like spring rain and lilac laced with desire. 
         All for the guy begging for roses at the flower shop. For someone he'd been "interested in" for a while. For whom he had a last minute arrangement thrown together. 
         From his cuttings.
         For his girl.
         Paul huffed out a harried breath.
         Is that what she was? 
         Apparently not. 
         But he sure as hell wanted her to be. 
         He slammed on the brakes and the Beemer swerved, then leveled, sliding into the precarious U-turn.  
         It took Paul twice as long as usual to get back into town with the slick roads. And by then the temperature had dipped enough to turn the spitting rain into pellets of steel. A frigid, damp sleet akin to the block of ice that had staked a claim in the pit of his stomach.
         Turning the high-curbed corner, he heaved a halfhearted sigh of relief when he saw no car in the driveway and a hodgepodge of lights burning inside. 
         She was home. 
         Unless they came in one car, he prepared himself through gritted teeth. 
         Paul knew the garage code, but didn't want to scare her, so he opted for the conventional route. He could see her profile through the slates of the plantation shutters as he made his way up the flagstone path to the front porch. She was in the kitchen fussing with something, still dressed up like she hadn't been home long. 
         Alone, it would seem.
         His throat muscles contracted as his mind began to race. Had her date seen her home or had they parted ways at the office? Gone somewhere for a drink after dinner? Made another date? He looked on as Moira stepped back from the beaded board kitchen island, arms drawn across her chest, and appraised her work. The midnight blue jeans sat just below her hips, hugging every one of her curves from hip to ankle and Paul found himself disturbingly covetous. The sheer shirt rested at her waistline and when she bent over, the dimples at the small of her back implored him to wonder what came next. And her breasts looked bigger somehow, like they'd grown overnight. The mere thought of it made his heart skip a beat and his cock begin to grow ridged.   
         Seemingly pleased with her work, she reached for the dish towel flung over her shoulder and dried her hands.
         That's when she saw him out of the corner of her eye.
         She did a double-take, then mingled with his soulful gaze momentarily. He thought the corners of her mouth curved slightly upward, but the distance between them was too great to be sure. She shook off whatever she was thinking and walked toward the front door. He visualized her on the other side, squeezing her eyes shut and taking a few deep breaths before opening it. She greeted him with a wobbly, "Hey."  
         She looked captivating in the amber light. Her eyes were languid and clung to his as if unwittingly attached. Her lips were naked now and Paul told himself it was from eating. The tendrils around her face had doubled, like some vagabond strands had fallen from the clip at the crown of her head. Also from natural causes, he forced himself to assume. "Hey," he returned. "Can I come in?" 
         "Of course," she invited blandly, ushering him in.     
         Stepping inside, Paul rapid-fired, "I'm glad you're home. I wanted to—"
         "Where else would I be at eleven o'clock at night?" she cut him off.
         "I don't know." His mind was suddenly a mare's nest and his palms were beginning to sweat. "I wasn't sure what your plans were for the rest of the evening."
         "I've been home for almost an hour," she informed him crisply. 
         "Alone?" His eyes scanned the house beckoningly. 
         "Yes," Moira patronized. "It was just dinner, Paul."
         On Valentine's Day, he silently added. "About that, I came by to apologize." He wondered if she sensed the audible relief in his voice. "I shouldn't have assumed we'd see each other tonight. And I certainly shouldn't have assumed you'd be," he bit off the word, "available." He looked away then, into the cottage-style kitchen, and saw what she'd been working on.
         His flowers. 
         She must have acquired clairvoyant powers in those few seconds, because her tone softened and she said, "I had to bring them home. They were too beautiful to waste."
         Like her.
         No, like them.
         With four wide steps he advanced into the antique white kitchen he'd designed. "Where are the roses?"
         She followed him. "At the office."  
         "They're not too beautiful to waste?" he quickened in a thick voice, turning to face her. 
         "No, they are." Her breath hitched. "They're just not from you."      
         Her emerald saucers were filling behind their licorice lashes and she was biting her bottom lip, trying to hold back the tears. Paul couldn't have stopped himself from going to her if he'd wanted to.              
         "Moira, what are we doing?" he entreated, gripping her forearms. "What have I done? Have I lost you?"      
         She shook her head from side to side and her eyes began to empty, leaving sooty tire-like tracks on her china doll face. Tipping his head back in silent thanks, Paul took her in his arms. She moved into his body, sobbing through sawed-off breaths.
         "Tell me nothing happened. Tell me there's nothing between you and him," he prayed out loud after an affecting moment.       
         She answered by burrowing her head deeper into his shoulder and wreathing his middle. He felt her breathing level off and he kissed the top of her coal-black mane. She smelled like a subtle version of earlier, infused with wine and garlic. Hope replaced the uneasiness in his stomach and he heard himself say, "I had to force myself not to go back there. I've been driving around for hours, going crazy."
         She angled out of his grasp just enough to make eye contact. Suddenly she was the girl he used to know again, not the woman tying his insides into knots. Or maybe the perfect combination of both. Her eyes began to shine and a satisfied smile curved her lips. "You have?" 
         "Yeah. Like outside my mind crazy." He laid his lips on hers and tasted the salt from her tears. She melted into the kiss, then the next. He wondered if she could sense him growing behind the zipper. Or the spool of want unwinding into a thousand frazzled threads in his gut. Gasping for air, he released her mouth and cupped her face. "You make me crazy, Moira Brody.  Absolutely crazy."
         Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes began to swell again. She swallowed hard and allowed, "Then I like you crazy."
         Resting his forehead on hers, he let the night roll down his back like a recalcitrant tumbleweed. Then he closed his eyes and appealed, "Do I need to fight for you, Moira?"
         She laughed a little. "Well, Jason did bring flowers, dinner, wine."
         "I brought flowers, dinner, wine," Paul defended high-mindedly, straightening. "Did you ever get the Chinese food?"
         "Yeah, it's in there." She nodded over his shoulder at the sub-zero they'd picked out together.
         "It's your favorite. Cashew chicken."
         "Thank God," she gushed, dabbing the outer corners of her eyes. "I'm starving."
         Paul's nose wrinkled. "Did Bernini's have a bad night?"
         "Not from what I picked at."
         "Poor guy," he gloated through a chuckle. "Went to all that trouble for nothing."
         "I wouldn't say for nothing," Moira demurred, her eyes dancing with innuendo. "He seemed to enjoy the evening."
         "Oh?" inquired Paul, stepping out of her embrace.
         Gleaming now, she raised her eyebrows mischievously. "Yeah."
         He felt his expression plummet. "Did he kiss you good night?"
         "He did," preened Moira. 
         Paul couldn't believe how much that bothered him. "Did you want him to?"
         Her face instantly sobered. "No," she avowed, then finished with hushed care. "I wanted you to come back." 
         "I did." As if he'd had any choice in the matter. Paul drew her to him again and ran his hands up and down her willowy back. "I had to."
         "That was all I could think about during dinner," she lamented into the crook of his shoulder. "That I could've spent Valentine's Day with you."
         "Don't let it happen again." He leaned back and dried her tearstained cheeks with his thumbs. "I know I won't," he warned gallantly. 
         "I didn't want it to happen to begin with."
         "Good to hear." He kissed her nose with the puissance of a snowflake. "Think he'll call you?" 
         She shrugged matter-of-factly. "Yeah."
         "What will you say?" 
         "What should I say?" Her voice was hopeful.
         "No." He reached into his jacket pocket. "And thank you."     
     Her eyes narrowed in confusion as she took the red velvet box from his open hands. "What is this?"
     He gestured toward the white satin bow-topped lid with a tip of the head. "Open it and find out." 
         Moira obliged as Paul looked on eagerly. A tiny gasp escaped her throat when she saw the studs inside.
         "I know they're on the small side, but you're not one for flash."
         She glided her fingertips over each diamond. "They're beautiful."
         "Megan thought they were perfect." Just like you, he almost said. 
         Her astonished gaze shifted upward. "Megan?"      
         "She's not sick. She found another sitter for tonight." He paused to let the benevolent betrayal sink in. "So we could spend Valentine's Day together."
         "Oh, Paul! I'm so sorry!" she effused. "I had no idea."
         Neither did he. Until just now. And the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. "You can make it up to me tomorrow night," he told her extemporaneously. "We're going on a date. It'll be our first one."


Get hooked on "New Beginnings" 20/05/15 #MFRWHook #romance #99cents

 Happy "Book Hook" Day
Let's have some "New Beginnings"

"New Beginnings" is set in Australia, in the wonderful State Tasmania.    


I hope you get hooked by this Snippet
Twenty-two-year-old Sophie Levesque has been guardian to eight-year-old sister Mia since their mother's death a few years ago. Luck comes their way when they inherit a small house in Hobart. Problem is though, they don't know or have never heard of Clara Bellinger, the testator, and Sophie is afraid it's all been a mistake.
As Mia settles well into her new school and life in general, Sophie is not only occupied by her search of what connected her to Clara, but also her new studies and the two men, who suddenly have become part of her daily life - Mark O'Connor, the lawyer representing Clara's estate, and Zach, the hunk from across the road.
Today's hook :-)
“I still don’t understand. Why us?” Sophie asked quietly, meeting his gaze and, for the first time, actually taking in his icyblue eyes. He was very attractive. Too attractive for a boring lawyer. His face was tanned by wind and sun, and there always seemed to be a hint of a smile on his face. His blond curling hair was cut short. Her gaze fixed back on his mouth. Blushing, she quickly looked away.
The attorney turned to them. He scratched the back of his head. “Ma’am, what I know is that both of you are in the will. What I know is that I was supposed to fly you down here to officially read you the will. What I know is that I’m supposed to hand over the keys to you, and to let you know that your expenses are covered for the next twenty-four months. I did not know Ms. Bellinger, as one of the retired partners wrote up the will. I do not know who she was or in which way she was connected to you. I assumed she was a distant relative.”
Sophie took her sister’s hand as she thought about his last comment. Distant relative? Her mother would have at least mentioned her once. She sighed and tried to understand, not the circumstances that had brought her there, but the fact that the attorney just didn’t know. “Oh well, let’s go then.”
He pinched his nose with his thumb and index finger and took a deep breath. “Okay. Look, Miss Lever—”
“Levesque,” Sophie helped him again. This time somewhat more firmly.

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4 Stars:
An interesting introduction to these two sisters. Their relationship is gorgeous, and they care for each other fiercely. Set in Southern Tasmania, what a wonderful place to start a whole new life and find out just how your life got to be the way it was and begin to heal. I enjoyed the story and the setting very much.
4 Stars:
This was a very enjoyable read and it left me wanting just a little bit more. I highly recommend it.
4 Stars:
Sophie and Mark are an irresistible match from the beginning. While getting closer and connected to them individually as the story progressed, I couldn't help but want them to be together. This author has a way of endearing her characters and it is easy to fall in love with them. An intriguing story with emotion, love and hope. A very enjoyable read! I received a copy in exchange for an honest review.

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt ~ Where #Authors #Write to a #Prompt ~ #TT1

Welcome to Tuesday ... Welcome to Tuesday Tales ...

This is the start of the second book in the Fermosa Bay series. It’s Ethan’s story. Last week we read that Addison had someone breaking into her house. Ethan stopped by and offered her to stay at his place.
To be able to fit in the picture prompt, I had to move forward a little. Addison declined kindly. Ethan doesn't feel comfortable leaving her on her own for the night.

Today's prompt is a picture.

Enjoy - and feel free to leave a comment. And don't forget to click the link below to go back to the main Tuesday Tale site for more stories by very talented authors.

Ethan finished cleaning up the kitchen, but he wasn’t able to stop thinking about Addison being alone in the house. It worried him. The whole situation was bizarre. They rarely had break-ins in Fermosa Bay. Usually they’d been opportunistic burglaries which would’ve have been easily preventable or to get quick money. This one, however, didn’t seem to fit into either of the categories. Nothing was stolen, but a big mess created.
He was about to check the amount of eggs and bacon in the fridge for their breakfast the next morning when his gaze fell on the school’s newsletter with Addison’s picture in it. Leaning against the bench, he closed his eyes focusing on her image from earlier in the day in his mind. Tears running down her cheeks, and her small body against his.
Raking his hand through his hair, he grabbed his phone and gave Connor a call.
"How are you?" his friend asked.
"I need a favour, mate. Is Emily still with you?"
"What’s up?"
Ethan gave his friend a rundown of the break-in at Addison’s and her persistence to stay in the house on her own despite offering her to stay in the hotel or his place. He told him about his concern about her being on her own.
“I’m not sure how it’ll go down with her, but I thought I’d grab my swag and head over there.”
“No worries mate. Drop off Nick over here. Emily will love having him around and watch a movie with him.”
“Thanks mate. I owe you.”
“You do indeed. Mainly an explanation about your interest in her. Emily told me she’s suspicious—”
“Gossip. All gossip.”
Connor laughed. “I’ll see you in a few.”

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Snippet Sunday - Little Beginnings 17/05/2015 #Romance #Amreading

Jeri lives in Hobart where she owns a gallery. Since her divorce, many years ago, she's finally ready to "be" with a man again. But finding the right one seems to be harder than she thought.
Today’s snippet is slightly edited – I cut out some lines to keep the flow
of the short post more interesting.
 “Ice?” he asked again, more amused than he should’ve been, considering that he wouldn’t be able to work in full capacity over the next few days.
Jeri turned and walked towards the kitchen, hesitated for a moment and looked over her shoulder. “Well, what are you waiting for? A personal invitation?”
That was actually what he’d been waiting for, after all, only a few minutes earlier she’d made it clear she didn’t want him in her building. Shaking his head, he followed her into the kitchen where she already had a bag of peas ready to cover his finger with.
“You keep peas here?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Lifting her shoulder in a shrug, she said, “I wouldn’t complain if I were you. It’s obviously coming in handy.”
He chuckled.
Jeri pointed to a chair. “Sit.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Jeri placed his cup in front of him, lifted the iced peas to have a look at the fingers.
“Will you be all right?”
“I’ll survive.”
He laughed and then grabbed her by the wrist. “Jeri. Could you lower that wall for one small minute and please let me apologise for what happened.”
She pulled gently, but he didn’t let go of her. “Please?”
Biting her lip, she whispered, “I can’t.”
Sighing, he pulled gently on her arm. “Sit.”
“Sit,” he demanded, and she did.
“You can’t let the wall down, or you can’t accept the apology?”
“I should’ve never agreed to this blind date. When Olivia mentioned sex on legs—
Ely held up his hand, not hiding the big grin on his face. “She said what?”
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May I introduce: N.N. Light "Princess of the Light" #MFRWAuthors @NNP_W_Light

Princess of the Light
N. N. Light
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance, Christian Fantasy, Inspirational Fiction
Gabriel, the Archangel and Messenger of God - yeah that Gabriel, visited Mary Miller. He told her, as the key she is destined to spread the Light and vanquish the Darkness. Her first assignment is to restore the soul of the Walking Man. Sounds simple enough until she’s thrown in the face of evil, and then Joe Deacons enters her heart. This battle just got a lot more complicated. She must complete her mission without losing all she loves.
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N. N. Light was born in Minnesota, lived in Southern California only to move to chilly Ontario, Canada to marry her beloved husband MR N. She is blissfully happy and loves all things chocolate, books, music, movies, art, sports and baking. She has been telling stories since the age of five and her mantra is to spread the Light.  Most of the time you can find her on Twitter or getting new ideas on how to spread the Light on Pinterest. She is a proud member of ASMSG, Independent Author Network and Marketing for Romance Writers.
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"Can I help you with something, sir?" The woman's voice quivered slightly and she leaned a little, as if she suddenly needed the wall for support.
Whoa, I couldn't help but think. I frankly felt like a moth to the flame. All I wanted to do was have a reason to get closer to her. The fact that her eyes seemed to shine with an actual light didn't help matters. I had never felt such an automatic attraction before, and I wanted to lean closer and see what was going on with her eyes.
She was either looking at me like I was the only man in the world—and quite possibly the sexiest one—or else my open gawking had freaked her out. Either way, I couldn't have told her which it was, because my mouth felt like a cotton ball container.
"Yes," I managed to rasp to her. "Where is your Architecture section?"
"Are you looking for anything in particular?" Yes. You, I wanted to say. "I could look to see if it is in stock." Oh. Are there more of you somewhere?
The sound of her voice was starting to make my heart pound.
She had an earthly beauty about her. There was nothing extraordinary in her features, yet something about her just seemed to glow.
I felt my breath quicken. Joe, what's the matter with you? Get a grip. You've seen girls before.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts without worrying what I looked like and said, "Please forgive my manners, but what is your name?"
"Mary." That just became my favorite name.
"I'm very pleased to meet you," I said as I extended my hand to her. "I'm Joseph. Please call me Joe."
She hesitated for a moment before she shook my hand. Electricity bolted up my arm that I wasn't prepared for. I wondered if she could hear my heart beating. Pretty sure these emotions weren't winning me any bro-code points.
Her face was flushed and her eyes brightened with interest. Let go of her hand, Joe, I tried to coach myself. If I didn't let go of it soon, I might never be able to.
So I quickly let go of her hand but immediately regretted it. The whole room suddenly seemed cold and empty.
She probably thinks you're some kind of wacko. Stop staring. You're a logical guy... Be reasonable here. Besides, she's probably married. I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to remember what we were just talking about. I looked up to see her glance towards the entrance. If she asked me to leave, I wouldn't blame her.