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July 4, 2023

The Ties That Bind Blog Tour: Excerpt + Giveaway

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the THE TIES THAT BIND by Susan L. Markloff Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway! 


THE TIES THAT BIND (The Human-Born Era #2)
Author: Susan L. Markloff
Release Date: February 7, 2023
Publisher: Niveus Press
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 629

Find it: GoodreadsAmazon, B&N, BAM, Powell’s, Bookshop, Blackwells

Read for FREE with a Kindle Unlimited membership! 

Three months ago, seven pillars of light lit up the continents. Seven teenagers rose to fight. The world survived.

Now Jen Monroe is tasked with finding the six other Human-Borns. Still reeling from her traumatic encounter with the monstrous Cregorous, she faces cultural barriers, personality clashes, and a worldwide trek to find those destined to help her. But threats sleep in the shadows, and the humans were not blind to what they witnessed seven teenagers accomplish.

Meanwhile, the very enemy the Human-Borns are fated to encounter lies in wait.

He is patient. He is cunning. He is ruthless.

Soon, these seven teenagers find themselves in a battle they never expected. But in their drive to save those they care about, what might be lost in the process?

Reviews:

"A riveting YA ride, The Ties That Bind by Susan L. Markloff is the globe-spanning second chapter of her Human-Born Era series. With fast-moving action scenes and a colorful array of heroic young characters on bumpy journeys of self-discovery, this is an endlessly creative and inspiring read." Self-Publishing Review, ★★★★½

"With intriguing world-building and many complex characters, The Ties That Bind is a compelling YA fantasy, with friendships at its heart." ManyBooks

"The story is almost instantly engrossing and Jen is, without question, a character who feels authentic and like someone living and breathing. Markloff's strength in world-building, character development, and storytelling all shine, and the scenes come to life in a combination of creative prose and the absolutely gorgeous artwork that begins each chapter. Ultimately, The Ties That Bind is a must-read for lovers of unique fantasy fiction with a young adult slant." - Readers' Favorite,
★★★★★

Grab book 1, THE RISE OF THE RAIDIN now!

Prologue

Agent Webb had been privy to some highly tense situations—lots of national security, need-to-know projects, standing in situation rooms and awaiting nail-biting moments to pass with prayers for good news. He had worked far too many of them with the three-star general at his side.

Those sorts of relationships should have developed a good rap port. They hadn’t.

General O’Neill had a right to be angry—he was angry. Webb had never spent so much time to find a whole lot of nothing. He adjusted his necktie one more time and cleared his throat, trying his best to not feel the pressure that ebbed off O’Neill and his marching stride. The general’s jaw was rigid as he growled, “It’s been months.” “You think I don’t know that?” Webb snapped.

O’Neill returned the comment with a sideways glare. Reining in his frustration, Webb tried again. “We’ve put every thing into this. All our best operatives. Spared no expense. We’ve been trying.”

“Not hard enough,” the general spat.

They walked into a small room that was crowded with desks, monitors, and people. A large screen was on the wall opposite them as they entered.

Rigidly jabbing his hat into Webb’s chest, the general then marched toward the monitor-filled wall and said, “There are three damned people in these videos; you can’t expect me to believe that not a single one of them pops up in one of our systems.”

Glaring a little at O’Neill’s actions, Webb stepped up to the general and answered, “I told you, we’ve run them through every system. Even the ones that require higher security clearance than mine.” O’Neill threw him a glance, to which he rolled his eyes and added, “Someone else ran them. I’m not stupid.”

“History begs to differ,” O’Neill replied.

Webb clenched his jaw.

“There’s something you’re missing.”

Webb crossed his arms over his chest. “Then maybe we just needed someone with an older set of eyes to look things over.” O’Neill’s expression barely changed, just a slight shift in his gaze. If Webb hadn’t been CIA, he might have been scared. “If you were one of my soldiers, I’d have you shot.”

“If I were ever one of your soldiers, I’d save you the trouble and shoot myself,” he grumbled, his eye roll caught by O’Neill’s sharp gaze. The general muttered something and shook his head. Webb stepped up to a nearby monitor, the woman who stood there quickly vacating the space. Punching a few commands into the computer, images of three men, a wolf-like creature, and two large animals flew up into neat squares on the large screen. Little mapping lines flew across their faces.

Webb pointed to the screen. “Three of them aren’t even human. We can’t find them.”

“None of them are human, you idiot,” O’Neill barked. “What did that agent say? The one from the FBI that was sent to investigate?” “Summers? He couldn’t find anything. Went to where

people said they were and found an empty warehouse. We cross-referenced everything, and it all turned up empty.”

His shoulders limp and gaze dull, O’Neill snidely said, “A warehouse? Are you kidding me, Webb?”

“Don’t give me that look. I know how cliché it sounds—yes, I know you hate them. And no, I wouldn’t go through such an elaborate waste of time just to mock you.” He lowered his voice and added, “Though it’s tempting.”

O’Neill’s attention drifted back to the screens.

It was times like these when Webb seriously considered pulling the general’s file and crossing the red tape into the classified documents within O’Neill’s record. Why should this one general always get put on the weird cases? He’d have to talk to Maybourne and ask to stop being put on the same cases as O’Neill. It was getting tiring.

O’Neill squared his shoulders as he squinted at the screen. That slight tilt of the head, the forward lean…Webb knew that look. Glancing between O’Neill and the screen a few times, he asked, “What?”

“Did it ever occur to you to look into the girl?” O’Neill asked, not moving his gaze from the screen. When Webb said nothing, the general turned to him. “I’ll have your hide.”

“What girl?” Webb asked.

O’Neill marched over to the computer and began trying to make it do what he wanted. After smashing the keys and frantically moving the mouse around, he screamed while pointing at the screen, “Enlarge the damn photo!”

One of the other agents appeared at his side and quickly sent the image he was talking about to the large screen on the wall. Behind the group of aliens was a teenage girl, covered in blood, staring blankly at the camera.

Webb paled. Well…crap.

He cleared his throat and messed with his tie again. “She—uh…” “Will someone with a brain find out who the hell she is?” O’Neill hollered.

Keyboards clacked, and information began to fly across the large screen.

Agents began shouting information around the room as they found it.

“Jennifer Bernice Monroe!”

“Birthdate: June fourteenth!”

“Bedminster, Pennsylvania!”

It quickly became a cluster of noise.

“Something useful!” Webb cried above the chaos.

O’Neill glared at him.

“She’s not in the US!” a woman called.

All the other voices died down as the general and the CIA agent quickly turned toward the source of the voice.

A few computers up from them, the tech sent the information to the large screen.

“Where is she?” O’Neill demanded.

“Working on it, sir,” the woman said.

The teenager’s passport photo flew up onto the screen, along with security footage of her and the aliens at a small airport, boarding a plane.

The woman at the computer straightened. “England.” “Heathrow? Gatwick? When does the plane land? We’ll intercept them,” Webb sputtered out quickly.

“Shut up,” O’Neill commanded in an even tone.

A ping sounded, and everyone looked at the large screen. “Dammit.”

“They’ll be back,” Webb said. “We’ll get them once they land in—” “Read, for cryin’ out loud!” O’Neill hollered as he pointed at the screen.

Webb’s attention fell on the large screen.

“She was invited by royal invitation—on a royal jet! We can’t intercept them until they’re well past landing.”

Webb swallowed as the general turned to the woman at the computer.

“Whose protection are they under?”

They watched as the woman’s fingers flew across the keyboard. A moment later, she said, “By order of the Duke of Derbyshire, the passengers aboard the royal airline are under the protection of the United Kingdom’s court.” She called up a scan of the paperwork.

“They’ve even got the king’s damn signature,” O’Neill grumbled. Webb ran a hand through his hair and asked, “What do you suggest?”

“Now you ask for my opinion?” the general spat before letting out a laden sigh. “Dammit, Webb. I swear, if you can’t get these guys in a room somewhere once they’re back in our jurisdiction, I’ll have your whole career wiped from every traceable system.”

2022 Readers' Favorite Award Winner.

Susan Markloff spent a majority of her childhood pretending to live in other worlds. Coupled with her admiration for fantastical stories, she crafted one of her own. Studying writing at Houghton College, she learned how to hone her skills as an author, writing first drafts of five books during her college career. The Rise of the Raidin is her debut novel and the first in the Human-Born Era series. Susan resides in her hometown of Sellersville, PA with her faithful dog, Pinkerton.

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest | Goodreads | Amazon | BookBub

 

(2) winners will receive signed finished copies of THE HUMAN-BORN ERA series - US Only.

Ends July 18th, midnight EST.


Tour Schedule:

Week One:

7/3/2023

#BRVL Book Review Virginia Lee Blog

Excerpt/IG Post

7/3/2023

YA Books Central

Excerpt/IG Post

7/4/2023

A Dream Within A Dream

Excerpt

7/4/2023

Sadie's Spotlight

Excerpt/IG Post

7/5/2023

Two Chicks on Books

Excerpt/IG Post

7/5/2023

Cara North

Excerpt/IG Post

7/6/2023

Writer of Wrongs

Excerpt

7/6/2023

A Blue Box Full of Books

IG Post/LFL Drop Pic

7/7/2023

Fire and Ice

Review/IG Post

7/7/2023

Brandi Danielle Davis

IG Review/TikTok Post

Week Two:

7/10/2023

@hodophile_z

Review/IG Post

7/10/2023

Nerdophiles

Review

7/11/2023

@jlreadstoperpetuity

IG Review/TikTok Post

7/11/2023

AJ Johnson

IG Review

7/12/2023

Locks, Hooks and Books

Review

7/12/2023

Jaime_of_gryffindor

IG Review

7/13/2023

Character Madness and Musings

Excerpt

7/13/2023

Country Mamas With Kids

Review/IG Post

7/14/2023

The Momma Spot

Review

7/14/2023

@froggyreadteach

IG Review

June 20, 2023

The Rise of the Raidin Blog Tour: Guest Post + Giveaway

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the THE RISE OF THE RAIDIN by Susan L. Markloff Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

THE RISE OF THE RAIDIN (The Human-Born Era #1)
Author: Susan L. Markloff
Release Date: November 1, 2021
Publisher: Susan L. Markloff
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 367

Find it: Goodreadshttps://books2read.com/THE-RISE-OF-THE-RAIDIN

Read for FREE with a Kindle Unlimited membership!

2022 Readers' Favorite Winner for YA Urban Fantasy.

Jennifer Monroe is an average eighteen-year-old girl, and she knows it.

Which is precisely why no one—least of all herself—would suspect anything extraordinary from the quiet, boring girl who only has a few good friends to call her own. But that all got flipped on its head about a year ago, when two imposing men, a complete goofball, a werewolf, and two large four-legged creatures barged into her life.

Now over a year later, Jen leads a double life. Mild mannered, quiet, high schooler by day; dragon slayer and raw-energy-wielding-warrior (in training) by night. Juggling SAT scores, papers, and mastering the art of flying, she’s managed to keep her friends and family oblivious of her hybrid abilities and continue on a track for college. Everything was going swimmingly.

Until one normal, foggy, November morning, when a dragon crashed through the clouds, heralding a small army to descend on her high school.

All for little, forgettable her.

Making her realize that maybe there’s a whole lot more going on than she originally thought.

Reviews:

"A must-read, action-packed adventure that combines the real-life challenges of high school with that of an epic, otherworldly armageddon. I highly suggest The Rise of the Raidin for YA fantasy fans—you won't be disappointed!" - Reedsy Discovery, ★★★★★

"Susan L Markloff has pulled off a fantastic story here, with depth of plot and characters that leave you wanting to read more. Young Adult Fantasy readers will find a whole world to love in The Rise of Raidin, and the premise fits nicely within the genre. Superbly written, with great humor and attention paid to each character that makes the whole read thoroughly enjoyable." - ManyBooks

"A highly original YA urban fantasy, The Rise of the Raidin is an engaging mixture of everyday high school pressures, and the pressure of confronting mythical beasts. The well-choreographed action scenes and snappy dialogue result in a work of YA fantasy that will satisfy traditional YA readers and fantasy readers alike." - Self-Publishing Review, 
★★★★

"The Rise of the Raidin delivers an original take on dragons and dragon slayers with a secret world, a double life, coming-of-age discovery, and action-packed fight scenes." Reader's Favorite,
★★★★★

"The Rise of the Raidin is an exceptional science fiction/high fantasy novel that will appeal to fans of those genres, as well as readers who enjoy high school drama." BookLife, 
★★★★

A deleted scene or a scene from another character's POV.

A Deleted Scene (I call them Torn out Pages. More can be found on my website!). This scene provides minor spoilers for The Rise of the Raidin, so read at your own risk!

This Torn out Page is from my secondary protagonist’s POV. The Rise of the Raidin deals with our main protagonist, Jen Monroe, and the fact that she has to defend her high school from dragons with only her friends and protectors to help her. When the first attack hits, Jen is alone, and has to hold off until her protectors arrive. We get that initial attack from Jen’s POV in the book, but I’d always wanted to explore what Tyron’s side of that instance looked like. About a year before publishing Rise, I drafted up this scene, so I could fully understand what the Team was going through, and how things played out when the first strike hit.

I hope you enjoy this brief look at an alternate POV from The Rise of the Raidin!

The Antique shop was quiet as Tyron stared at the coffee pot. The smell of coffee brewing had become one of his fondest Earth smells over the years, and he awarded himself the time to just enjoy the peaceful quiet and the pleasant smell.

His break from Jen’s training the night prior had been as much for him as it was for her. He didn’t sleep well during the day and found that the late nights were beginning to take a toll on his wellbeing.

The coffee pot announced its completion with three long beeps and Tyron let out a slow breath as he took the steaming pot and poured himself a cup. Walking to the fridge, he rifled through the different flavored creamers that Krelien basically flavored with coffee until he found the half and half.

Pouring into the mug, he stopped when the volume seemed about right and set it down on the counter for the next person, closing the door to the fridge with his foot. Opening the utensil drawer in search of a spoon, he found an empty spoon section with a few dirty knives and forks.

With a groan, he turned to the sink and saw a cup filled with water and basically all of their spoons.

His shoulders falling, he glanced around the room before his eyes landed on a pair of scissors that had broken in half. Snatching one of the scissor halves, he grabbed the sugar bag and did his best to only pour in what he needed. Setting it down, he swirled the hot coffee with the scissors and then promptly threw the scissors away.

As he turned to walk out of the room, Ar’on entered.

The elder hybrid went to open his mouth and Tyron said, “Krelien didn’t do dishes. We need spoons.”

Ar’on glared at the ceiling as though mentally strangling Krelien and then asked, “What’d you use?”

“Broken scissors.”

“Genius,” Ar’on mocked before he waved toward himself and walked to a corner cabinet, producing a box of plastic spoons.

Tyron cocked his head to the side with a smirk.

“We seem to always run out when he’s on cleaning duty.” As the elder hybrid put the box back and Tyron took a sip of coffee, Ar’on added, “We’re not barbarians.”

“No, we’re just sleep deprived. You and me for training purposes and Krelien because you let him buy that PlayStation,” Tyron said with a grin and another sip from his cup.

Going to the coffee pot, Ar’on gave Tyron an unamused look. “I didn’t let him do anything. You know how hard it is to keep an eye on him when he comes along shopping. How was I supposed to know that him being unattended for five minutes would lead to him buying a game thing and jumping it back here without me knowing?”

“Because he has a track record for doing stupid things,” Tyron said as he drained his mug.

Kaldok lumbered into the kitchen and the two gave the werewolf a look of concern before Ar’on asked, “Kal?”

“Coffee,” the werewolf mumbled, his eyes half closed and his fur all a mess.

Blaze walked in behind Kaldok, fresh and awake as anything. Her petite snout wrinkled and her ears flattened. “I have yet to understand how it is that you all seem to have lost the function of awakening without the use of some human concoction.”

“I think it’s ‘cause they need to get more sleep,” Archer said as he entered the room behind her, his typical cantering gait causing the floorboards to creak.

“Well, not all of us can sleep all day,” Ar’on grumbled into his mug after handing Kaldok the largest mug they had.

Scratching his scalp and stretching, Tyron said, “I’m gonna go get a shower. Put on another pot before Kaldok takes it all.”

Ar’on saluted with his mug as Kaldok guzzled the coffee down, his ears perking a little.

As Tyron walked down the hallway on the second floor past the bedrooms, he banged three times against Krelien’s door without missing a beat.

Through the door he heard the Jumper fall out of bed and scream, “The floor’s on fire!”

“No, it isn’t, get up!” Tyron called with a smirk on his face.

“I smell coffee,” Krelien’s muffled voice said.

Tyron walked into the bathroom at the end of the hall, shaking his head a little at the younger man’s antics. Several minutes later, he walked out of the shower and ruffled a towel through his hair.

He had just stepped into his room as Krelien walked by and said, “You didn’t have to bang on the door so loudly y’know.”

“That’s what you get for not doing cleanup last night like you said you would.”

“That’s a stupid reason to wake someone up by banging on their door,” Krelien shot back at him.

Tyron was going to retort but when he turned around, Krelien swung the door shut in Tyron’s face, staring at him and sticking his tongue out like a two-year-old. As he heard the water kick on, Tyron rolled his eyes and went into his room.

He had just pulled the door shut and was about to get changed when a klaxon blared, his muscles going rigid at the sound. Quickly throwing clothing on, he ran out the door, banged on the bathroom door, and screamed, “Krelien, get moving!” but the Jumper didn’t respond. “Blast it all,” he swore as he leapt down the stairs.

Something in the case to the left of the stairwell broke, but Tyron was undeterred as he ran for the basement. Just as he reached the door, Ar’on opened it and said, “Portal activation.”

“Where,” Tyron demanded.

“Just outside the school,” Ar’on answered.

Tyron marched down the steps behind him and immediately went to the side room where their weapons were stored. Strapping two holsters to his legs, he then grabbed two pistols.

“Just wait a minute and we’ll head out,” Ar’on cautioned.

“I’m not waiting. She needs backup.” Tyron shot back as he reached for a third pistol.

“Tyron, we can’t just run out of here. This is daylight incursion, there are other factors we have—”

Turning to his mentor, Tyron cut in, “I’m going. Get everyone mobilized and out the door. Have Krelien await backup.”

“You shouldn’t go alone. That’s a dangerous situation if there’s too many of them,” Ar’on said with a shake of his head.

“Go,” Blaze interjected, her voice stern and commanding. “We will arrive as swiftly as we are able. Archer and I will leave immediately, but we cannot keep stride with your vehicle.”

Shoving a sniper rifle into Ar’on’s chest, Tyron said, “Get moving.”

Running back up the stairs, he marched into the rear room and snatched his motorcycle keys off the hanger, sending the hook flying off the wall in the process.

“Blaze, c’mon we gotta go!” Archer called as Tyron hopped onto his motorcycle, ignoring his helmet, and sped off. He cut off a sedan as he tore through the alleyway.

He knew the most direct path would be to cut through side streets and in between buildings, preferably staying on walkways. While he would prefer to fly, he had no idea what was happening, and he would need his strength if a mass of Caligan forces were headed for the school.

His phone buzzed and he frantically snatched for his Bluetooth earpiece, jamming it into his ear and screaming above the roar of the wind, “Where is it?”

“If you hurry, you should be able to beat whatever it is to the school. It activated about twenty minutes north of the building,” Kaldok said. Tyron heard him sigh and the werewolf added, “Ty, the sensors are pinging like crazy. I think they’ve got a first wave coming.”

“Elders, don’t say that,” Tyron gritted his teeth and flew over a chunk of brush, landing the bike in the street a few feet away from a stopped car and then back up onto the sidewalk. A jogger hurtled out of the way. “What are the sensors detecting?”

“Hold on,” Kaldok said, and Tyron heard the roll of wheels as Kaldok shifted to another monitor. In a breath, the werewolf cursed, “Geneto.”

“Don’t you say that, Kaldok!” Tyron commanded, his grip on the handlebars tightening.

“Tyron, they’ve got everything except werewolves coming her way.”

Dodging around a biker and tearing at the grass along the sidewalk, Tyron said, “Tell me you’re moving.”

“Right now.”

“Get to it. Backup?”

“There’s nothing here.” Tyron felt his heart constrict as Kaldok continued, “The portal’s still open by the school.”

Blinking a few times and then forcing the bike across the street, horns honking as he went, Tyron answered, “Don’t think about that right now. Just get moving. Get to Jen as quickly as possible. I’ll make contact once I get to her.”

Unwilling to have further distraction, Tyron hit the earpiece to end the call and revved the bike faster up the hill. The tires didn’t seem happy about the fact that they were running across the frosty grass, but he kept it steady as he came to the crest of the hill.

The motorcycle roared as it went into the air, flying down the hill. He wasn’t far from the parking lot. He saw the outline of a dead Ferveos on the upper tier of the parking lot across the way. Two other dragons were still alive. One flew down from the blanket of clouds and another was on the ground, his maw open at a small figure hurling a blue energy orb.

Just a few more seconds, Jen, I’m almost there, he thought frantically.

Pulling the bike to the right and making a sharp turn, he veered into the lowest tier of the parking lot and hopped off the motorcycle. Tumbling forward, he stood in time to see the Ferveos that had been in the air a second ago had landed. The crash of something impacting a car hit the air. An alarm started to blare, and Tyron ran for the stairs.

Running up the stairs two at a time, he reached the second tier in time to see Jen lying on the hood of a smashed car and the dragon preparing to hurl fire at her.

Fear gripped his heart and Tyron took hold of the door frame of the car to his right. With a yell, he hurled it at the Ferveos, the small yellow Corvette colliding with the beast’s head. The fire intended for Jen dripped from the monster’s mouth as it turned to see who its new attacker was as Tyron leapt into the air and gripped one of the horns around the dragon’s brow.

As the monster thrashed under him, he summoned his knuckle spikes and began pummeling the dragon’s skull.

He hadn’t felt rage like this in a long time.

“You shouldn’t have come here!” he screamed as he punched his suddenly gold cloaked hand into the dragon’s head. Ripping his arm free, he hopped down as the dead beast fell.

Letting out a few heavy breaths, Tyron turned and ran for Jen. “Jen!”

She didn’t respond. Her arms were attempting to move, but it seemed like she had taken a nasty hit.

Coming up to the car, he reached for her arm to help her and nearly retched at the site of her. He swallowed back the bile and pulled her up.

She looked at him and blinked a few times.

He forced a smirk to his face as he said, “Hi, kid. Thanks for holding down the fort.”

Her small hands took hold of his forearms and he let out a breath of relief.

She was alive. Bruised and broken, but alive.

Now he just had to make sure they survived whatever happened next.

2022 Readers' Favorite Award Winner.

Susan Markloff spent a majority of her childhood pretending to live in other worlds. Coupled with her admiration for fantastical stories, she crafted one of her own. Studying writing at Houghton College, she learned how to hone her skills as an author, writing first drafts of five books during her college career. The Rise of the Raidin is her debut novel and the first in the Human-Born Era series. Susan resides in her hometown of Sellersville, PA with her faithful dog, Pinkerton.

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest | Goodreads | Amazon | BookBub

 

(2) winners will receive signed finished copies of THE HUMAN-BORN ERA series - US Only.

Ends July 4th, midnight EST.


Tour Schedule:

Week One:

6/19/2023

#BRVL Book Review Virginia Lee Blog

Excerpt/IG Post

6/19/2023

YA Books Central

Interview/IG Post

6/20/2023

A Dream Within A Dream

Guest Post

6/20/2023

Kim's Book Reviews and Writing Aha's

Review/IG Post

6/21/2023

Two Chicks on Books

Excerpt/IG Post

6/21/2023

Cara North

Excerpt/IG Post

6/22/2023

the original B00K nerd

Review/IG Post

6/22/2023

Sadie's Spotlight

Excerpt/IG Post

6/23/2023

A Blue Box Full of Books

Review/IG Post

6/23/2023

Locks, Hooks and Books

Review

Week Two:

6/26/2023

Thealylifestyle

Excerpt/IG Post

6/26/2023

@paperback.princess22

Review/IG Post

6/27/2023

Nerdophiles

Review

6/27/2023

Jaime_of_gryffindor

IG Review

6/28/2023

OneMoreExclamation

Review/IG Post

6/28/2023

@jlreadstoperpetuity

IG Review/TikTok Post

6/29/2023

Country Mamas With Kids

Review/IG Post

6/29/2023

@froggyreadteach

IG Review

6/30/2023

The Momma Spot

Review

6/30/2023

Confessions of the Perfect Mom

Review/IG Post