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find her. Rayna stared him over.  You need a bath and a shave.
Aeson ignored her.  She is awake? I wish to see her. If one more healer orders me
out of the room 
 Brother, Kabril said, coming around the corner.  Have we not had the talk about
you threatening the healers?
He pointed to the room.  My mate is alert and they continue to thrust me out of the
room with their spells and magiks.
Rayna laughed.  Because you hover and bark orders at them.
 She is my wife. I will order& 
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 Shut up, already! Shelby yelled.  My head is pounding and you re not helping it.
Stop belly aching and get in here before I pay these healers to zap your butt out of the
castle.
Rayna and Kabril laughed.
Rhios touched Shelton s shoulder.  Sounds like she ll be just fine.
 Yeah, Peep is pissed. Shelton looked to Aeson.  Good luck, man. You re gonna
need it around her.
The healers exited the room and came straight for the queen.  My lady, one of
them said.  She requires rest. Not visitors.
 You re still angry with Aeson for calling you a one-trick healer, Rayna said
calmly.  Besides, shouldn t he be with her so she can share the news you only just gave
her?
 News? Aeson asked.  Is she dying? Oh Gods Above, no!
Rayna rolled her eyes.  She is not& 
Aeson charged past the queen and into the room. Shelby was sitting up on the bed.
 You are not permitted to die!
She grunted.  Are you about done acting like a fool?
He paused.  Are you not dying?
 I m pregnant. Not dying.
 Pregnant? he managed as the room began to spin.
Rhios was suddenly there, helping to hold him up. Kabril was forced to lend a
hand. Kabril chuckled.  Congratulations, brother. You are to be a father. May you be as
blessed as our father was.
Aeson s gaze whipped to his brother.  You wish to curse me with eight sons?
Kabril laughed.  Oh, yes. I do.
THE END
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Mandy M. Roth
About The Author
Mandy M. Roth grew up fascinated by creatures that go bump in the night. From
the very beginning, she showed signs of creativity writing, painting, telling scary
stories that left her little brother afraid to come out from under his bed. Combining her
creativity with her passion for the paranormal has left her banging on the keyboard into
the wee hours of the night. Her books have won numerous awards, including an RT
nomination for Best Paranormal Erotic.
Mandy lives on the shores of Lake Erie with her husband, their three boys and a
boxer pup named Hercules. When Mandy is not writing, she s doing cover art for
various places with a super double secret brush name. She also co-hosts a live talk radio
show, Raven Radio, which was recently mentioned in Romantic Times Magazine and
has given several marketing workshops for authors. She has a Bachelor of Science and is
currently working on her Master s Degree in Marketing.
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Exclusive Excerpt from The Raven Books!
Bright Lights, Big City
Executive Decision Chapter One Excerpt
By Mandy M. Roth
 Becker s profits are falling at an alarming rate. Let s just say that it s bad enough
they ve decided to outsource the marketing to another firm hopefully us. People, this
is our chance. Opportunities like this don t fall from trees. This could be the deal of a
lifetime. What team wants to tackle this one? Simthe, your team s loaded down enough
with the Flickerton account. I can t spare you. How about you, Rogers, Jacks, or
Walters?
Tapping my ball point pen on the edge of the cherry table, I barely noticed the buzz
of the week s staff meeting in my ear. The majority of it was always a recap anyway and
the first time around with it bored me to tears. Subjecting myself to it twice was insane.
Instead, thoughts of my weekend plans ran through my head. It had been close to five
months since I d been out on the town with the girls and my withdrawal was now full-
blown. One of my best friends, Lauren, was convinced that my employer, Baum
Marketing, was holding me hostage. She d threatened twice to send in the marines if I
didn t get a day off soon. In my current state of mind, I d let her.
Besides, a room full of uniformed, armed men who had been trained to use their
bodies as weapons couldn t be that bad, right?
I understood where Lauren was coming from. It wasn t like I was purposely
avoiding her. I needed a break too but accounts were up. Striking while the iron s hot is
a must in the world of marketing. And the iron had been hot for months now. Seeing
any sort of out of the workplace activities would be a pleasant welcome to staring at the
same four, pale grey, walls another minute. Just a week ago I d found myself holding an
interior decorators card in my hand wondering what my boss would say if I spruced
my office up and brought my bed in.
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He probably wouldn t care much for that. Then again, the bed might be a welcome
change from his hard desk. My luck, a fellow employee would walk in on us and I d
either end up in a workplace orgy or the butt of even more jokes.
Work had become all consuming and as much as I loved what I did, I enjoyed a
social life too. Or at least I think it was called a social life. If memory served it was one
of those things where you go out with your friends and enjoy yourself. The idea was
fast becoming foreign to me.
 Elizabeth?
Hearing my name, I looked up from my mindless task to find the entire boardroom
full of people staring at me. It is always so wonderful to find myself on the receiving
end of ten pairs of questioning eyes. The next worst thing would be having a piece of
toilet paper stuck to the bottom of my black suede Alisonia pumps. As sexy as that
sounded, it just isn t what I think the designer had in mind to pair them with.
This fall s latest craze three sheets instead of two. Not.
 Elizabeth, are you okay?
I glanced towards the head of the firm, Charles Baum and forced a smile onto my
face.
Smile pretty and pretend you were following along. It might work.
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