To figure out where everyone fits into the Forbidden Men world, feel free to check out their timeline, family tree, and book order at these links!Timeline:https://lindakage.com/fmtimeline.pdfFamily Tree:https://lindakage.com/fmtree.jpgBook Order:https://www.lindakage.com/fm.html
I definitely gotta start my list of thanks to my three: Kurt, Lydia, and Sadie. Whenever I disconnect from everyone, you guys always pull me back to reality. Thanks for being my very own life raft. I love you guys to the moon and back.To Holly: Kurt says you’re our service cat. No matter how bad of a day we might have, you’re there to remind us the world doesn’t revolve around us. It revolves around you, fur baby, and your needs still have to be met no matter what. Thanks for keeping us humble.To my most dependable beta readers ever: Shi Ann, Alaina, and Amanda. I’m still bracing for that day when you decide you’ve read too many of my stories and don’t want anymore, but I haven’t reached your limit yet. So thank you so much for sticking with me this long and giving me your invaluable feedback.To Summer at the Red Pen Revolution: You’re more than I deserve. Thank you for being so nice and helpful with all your editing awesomeness. Love you hard.Then to Shelley at 2 Book Lovers R
Linda writes romance fiction from YA to adult, contemporary to fantasy. Most Kage stories lean more toward the lighter, sillier side with a couple meaningful moments thrown in. Focuses more on entertainment value and emotional impact.Published since 2010. Went through a 2-year writing correspondence class in children’s literature from The Institute of Children’s Literature. Then graduated with a Bachelor of Arts, English with an emphasis in creative fiction writing from Pittsburg State University.Now she lives with her hubby, two daughters, cat Holly, and nine cuckoo clocks in southeast Kansas, USA. Farm girl. Parents were dairy farmers. Was youngest of eight. Big family. Day job as a cataloging library assistant.Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t
The Revenge PlanCopyright © 2019 by Linda KageThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author.Contact Information: linda@lindakage.comPublishing HistoryLinda Kage, May 2019Smashwords EditionCreditsCover & Formatting: Kage CoversEditor: Summer @ Red Pen RevolutionProofreader: Shelley @ 2 Book Lovers ReviewsProofreader: Judy @ Judy’s Proofreading Created with Vellum
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tunes without the words and never stops at all.”Emily Dickinson.
Issue 1 of “Hopeless Henry”By Alice BennetTaken from the University GazetteThere she was again.From the back of class, I slunk further into my chair so she wouldn’t notice me staring as she entered the lecture hall with her two friends. Tipping my chin down just enough to shade most of my eyes under the bill of my baseball cap, I brought my hand up to my mouth so I could bite down on my thumbnail.God, she was pretty.And she was wearing the shirt, which made me smile behind my hand. That shirt was what had drawn me to her in the first place. A crossover from two of my favorite shows, it depicted Lucille, the bat from The Walking Dead, and the Winchester’s Chevy Impala from Supernatural, with text that read, “Dad’s still on a hunting trip.” A fan of both shows, I’d understood the message and laughed the first time I’d seen it, wishing I had a shirt like that.It’d actually taken me a couple of seconds to realize the material of that shirt stretched across a very lovely set o
My eyes!Oh God, my eyes had lost their ability to see correctly, because I had to be seeing things. A mirage, or hallucination…or something. That’s all there was to it.Because I absolutely refused to believe what my brain was trying to tell me that my eyes seriously thought they saw.No other way could my boyfriend of three years be inside my dorm, naked, with my roommate—also naked—as he gripped her hair hard enough from behind to cant her head back at an awkward angle while he pounded into her ass on, yes, my fucking couch that he’d helped me pick out this summer and haul up two flights of stairs to move into this very apartment.But why would my eyes play those kinds of evil tricks on me? That was just cruel and unusual punishment. Did they hate me for some reason? Had I pissed them off for staying up late one night too many, straining them to exhaustion as I’d squinted at my laptop and furiously tried to finish papers I had due the next day? They thought they’d get their reve
If someone had tried to tell me I’d end up in bed with Topher Nicholl’s girlfriend before the day was over, I would’ve laughed in their face.Then again, this wasn’t quite the situation I would’ve pictured either. I’m sure I would’ve envisioned a scene that involved a hell of a lot fewer clothes, absolutely no tears, and considerably more sweaty-hot groping that took place nowhere near my sister’s dorm room. But here we were, sprawled across Izzy’s bed where I’d carried Haven Gamble—both of us completely clothed—after she’d passed out cold from having a complete, traumatic meltdown in my arms.I swear, I’d never seen anyone cry that hard before. She wasn’t even the open-weeper, let-it-all-out-for-the-world-to-see sort. She’d curled up tight inside herself and burrowed against me as if trying to hide the pain and contain every single tear inside her until they’d simply ripped themselves free, emotionally shredding her apart in the process.I couldn’t blame her for falling comatose af