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conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for a book with the title 'Alpha Girl'.
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conversations.value: Alpha Girl
  I blinked as the dream faded and reality set in. "I'm fine." I didn't dare tell him that my body felt like lead, and I was more than a little nauseated. I swallowed and took a deep, steadying breath. It was dark and the floor was cold under my feet. "Where am I?"
  I stumbled into my temporary room—one of the guest rooms reserved for visiting wolves on the floor above St. Ailbe's infirmary. My vision blurred as I tried to imagine what Luciana had been doing with my power just then. How tainted was my soul now?
  I sank down on my bed before I could faint. Since I left the coven three days ago, Luciana took control of me every time I fell asleep. She no longer cared about getting my consent before using me for her black magic—not that I'd given much consent to begin with. But now...
  Light filled the room, revealing the tiny, twin-sized mattress with clean, white sheets. There wasn't anything to complain about, but still, the room felt utilitarian. The house we grew up in was a bit more...colorful. Filled with different scents and textures. At the very least, Mom was always burning sage for protection. I'd kept that going after she left. Without the scent, I found it hard to settle down at night.
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conversations.value: Even if I'd wanted to, which I didn't, Luciana never would've let me go last year. "How was I supposed to know that you wanted me there? I haven't heard from you in months."
  I nearly smiled. He was giving me a piece of information that could carve a wedge between Luciana and the New York coven. "You'll have to take your complaints to her, because she didn't say a thing to me."
  I studied him for a minute. All this time truly I'd thought Matt was working with Luciana, but maybe he wasn't. If Luciana had lied to him about one thing, it stood to reason that she'd lied to him about other things as well. "Honestly. Do I look like I'm lying?"
  I shrugged. "Here's the thing. Luciana wants to keep me around. I know you know what I specialize in—"
  I nodded. "Right. Well, I do that for Luciana. And—as far as I know—the only thing Luciana wants is more power. By losing me, she loses power. So, why would she ever follow through with whatever bargain you two concocted?"
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conversations.value: To everyone at Seton Hill University's Writing Popular Fiction program, big hugs! I'm lucky to have such an awesome second family.
  Last, but most importantly, to my husband: You are my everything. Thank you for carrying me through this hard time. Thank you for being supportive through thick and thin. For believing in me, even when I didn't believe in myself. I love you more than words could ever express. A lifetime with you won't be enough.
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conversations.value: Last, but most importantly, to my husband: You are my everything. Thank you for carrying me through this hard time. Thank you for being supportive through thick and thin. For believing in me, even when I didn't believe in myself. I love you more than words could ever express. A lifetime with you won't be enough.
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conversations.value: Alpha Girl
  The lights on the TV flickered as I channel-surfed. If you'd told me two weeks ago that I'd be sent home from St. Ailbe's and stuck hanging out in the media room of my parents' Colorado house, I wouldn't have bought it. Not for a second. But I would've been dead wrong.
  When I first heard those words, I'd been secretly glad. A break at home seemed kismet. The last few years had been a bit hellish. That evil witch, Luciana, had cursed me so I couldn't connect with my inner wolf, and I'd slowly lost power until, finally, I almost died.
  As I tried to sink deeper into the couch, I wished for the millionth time that St. Ailbe's would open again. I checked my phone, just in case I'd missed something, but my inbox had exactly zero unread emails.
  I squished down the little zing of disappointment. I totally got why Mr. Dawson had to shut down the school. Ever since werewolves made global news by fighting Luciana and her demons in that chapel in Santa Fe, the flood of reporters and crazies at our gates had gotten unbearable. We couldn't safely be ourselves when reporters were using helicopters and telephoto lenses to spy on us. People were literally climbing over our fences day and night. I wasn't sure when—or if—school would be open again.
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conversations.value: I tried to cover my shock the best I could. I'd assumed Cosette was still in Colorado, but a moment later, she came into view. With the way her arms were crossed, she looked a little standoffish. I wasn't sure if it was because her mother had called her home or because of what'd happened at the mall.
  Yeah. That was never happening, but it was scary that she thought—even for a second—that it was a possibility.
  The queen's sigh sounded like twinkling chimes. "No. We—the majority of the queens—do not want war. But not everything is as simple as that."
  She held up a hand. "Please, Donovan. I'm in a very precarious place. I shouldn't have taken your call, especially now."
  The queen was quiet for a moment but finally said, "Bhrunyz was never meant to leave underhill. There were protections in place, but it appears they've been broken."
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conversations.value: ". I'd assumed Cosette was still in Colorado, but a moment later, she came into view. With the way her arms were crossed, she looked a little standoffish. I wasn't sure if it was because her mother had called her home or because of what'd happened at the mall.
  Yeah. That was never happening, but it was scary that she thought—even for a second—that it was a possibility.
  The queen's sigh sounded like twinkling chimes. "No. We—the majority of the queens—do not want war. But not everything is as simple as that."
  She held up a hand. "Please, Donovan. I'm in a very precarious place. I shouldn't have taken your call, especially now."
  The queen was quiet for a moment but finally said, "Bhrunyz was never meant to leave underhill. There were protections in place, but it appears they've been broken.I tried to cover my shock the best I could.
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conversations.value: As with everything in her life, Maite quickly realizes that the war with the Aurnare isn't what it seems. And Lorne, the Aunare prince, keeps popping up everywhere she goes. Being seen with him could get her in even deeper trouble with her commanders, but he's the first person who sees through the wall she's built around herself and she can't bring herself to send him away.
  When the situation between SpaceTech and the Aunare escalates, Maite has a way to end the war before it even begins. There's only one question: Can she stop the total annihilation of the humanity without getting herself killed in the process?
  Thank you so much for reading the Series! There were a few delays with this one thanks to the early arrival of my amazing daughter, but I'm back writing and have some awesome things planned for this series and more! But I hope you enjoyed Meredith and Donovan's story! It was so much fun to write, and I never wouldn't have done it without your suggestion! So, please, keep in touch. If there's a character that you're dying to know more about, let me know!
  Michelle—Thank you for all of your help and support through the madness that was the last year. I hope to work again with you soon!
  Dani—This next year is going to be epic, and then the one after that, and the one after that. And the one after that... You get the idea! Excited for everything that's to come!
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conversations.value: Alpha Girl
  The sun burned bright against my face. I sat on the teak table, reclining on my elbows in my parents' backyard. The scent of sizzling beef made my mouth water. My stomach growled, and I knew I'd eat at least a dozen burgers before all was said and done. For the first time since I'd been turned into a werewolf, that didn't feel totally weird.
  My birthday barbecue was off to a solid start. Everyone had been goofing off since we got here. I let their voices wash over me as I grinned. Axel—my brother—and Adrian were talking witchy stuff as they tossed a football back and forth. The rhythmic slapping of their hands against the ball was unexpectedly soothing. Mom was inside, making side dishes to go with the burgers. Dad was at his usual post, tending the meat.
  Chris and Meredith were asking Donovan about strategies he'd used against vampires. Donovan showed them a move that sent Chris flying into a nearby tree and I snickered.
  Dastien sat on the bench beside my feet, running his fingertips up and down my leg and sparking waves of goose bumps. His ever-present calmness seeped into me, and I was content to close my eyes and sit in the quiet, soaking up some rays while we waited for food.
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conversations.value: I probably didn't even need to get that close. My hearing was damned good. "Yeah. That'll do." As we neared the schoolhouse, I realized I definitely wouldn't need to do that. The walls of the old building were thin, and the people inside were yelling. I grasped Raphael's arm to stop him, and suddenly I felt different. Like I was outside my own body.
  We stepped close to the back wall of the schoolhouse, and Raphael pressed his ear against the wood. I stayed back a little ways. Hearing the voices wasn't a problem. It wasn't like they were talking quietly. At all.
  That was what she thought? That the Weres saw them as humans? It was entirely inaccurate. From everything that I'd seen and heard, the Weres really respected, and sometimes even feared the witches.
  That voice. It seemed familiar. I couldn't quite place it, but something about the sound made me irrationally angry.
  I stepped closer to the wall as I tried to distinguish the voices, and stepped on a twig. I winced, and hoped that no one inside had heard.
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conversations.value: I probably didn't even need to get that close. My hearing was damned good. "Yeah. That'll do." As we neared the schoolhouse, I realized I definitely wouldn't need to do that. The walls of the old building were thin, and the people inside were yelling. I grasped Raphael's arm to stop him, and suddenly I felt different. Like I was outside my own body.
  We stepped close to the back wall of the schoolhouse, and Raphael pressed his ear against the wood. I stayed back a little ways. Hearing the voices wasn't a problem. It wasn't like they were talking quietly. At all.
  That was what she thought? That the Weres saw them as humans? It was entirely inaccurate. From everything that I'd seen and heard, the Weres really respected, and sometimes even feared the witches.
  That voice. It seemed familiar. I couldn't quite place it, but something about the sound made me irrationally angry.
  I stepped closer to the wall as I tried to distinguish the voices, and stepped on a twig.
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conversations.value: To my family and friends: Thank you for all of your support. I know I turn into a bit of a hermit when I'm writing and on a deadline, and more so the past few months! Sorry I checked out, but I'm baaaa-aaaack. I love you all tons!
  To everyone at Seton Hill University's Writing Popular Fiction program, big hugs! I'm lucky to be part of such an amazing writing community.
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conversations.value: Alpha Girl
  Meredith plopped down on my bed next to me. "You're seriously telling me that Hotty McHottypants is in your room nearly every night and nothing ever happens? How is that possible?"
  I rolled my eyes at her use of 'Hotty McHottypants' for Dastien, my mate. She'd been on a kick the past week, trying to find out about us. The thing was, he'd been a perfect gentleman. "He's furry when he sneaks in. I swear."
  The Full Moon Ceremony was supposed to cement me and Dastien's mate bond. Make it unbreakable. So, it was normal to be nervous about it. At least I hoped it was normal...
  Sweeping the topic under the carpet was probably a bad idea, but I couldn't help myself. Avoidance, deflection, and repression were my BFFs lately. And I couldn't forget about handy, dandy redirection. "So, how's Donovan?"
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conversations.value: Not even when I was recovering from being bitten by a vampire was I this drained or hungry. Although that was a different kind of drained. Or maybe it was the power that Dastien was feeding into me? He ate one-handed, and his free hand hadn't left my back. The steady pulse of his alpha power warmed me from the inside like a balm on my tired muscles.
  They'd given us a bunch of little vials of herby-looking stuff. All I had to do was say the right phrase and chuck one at a vampire. As soon as the glass broke, the potion exploded. They were a pretty neat and had saved our butts. We wouldn't have made it out alive without the magical assistance.
  I took a break from eating. "So we need something like what I used in the cave. We should find something that mixes a potion and words to set the spell. And it should be one that makes her wolf hit the hay."
  Adrian nodded. "If we could get everything together by tonight, then we can do a midnight casting. It's almost the full moon. Could give us an advantage."
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conversations.value: To Mary Karlik—You're encouragement and feedback is priceless. I guess I'll forgive the whole being an Aggie thing. ;)
  To everyone at Seton Hill University's Writing Popular Fiction program who read my work, gave me feedback, or sat with me in the Marriott lobby and laughed into the wee hours—I wouldn't be writing without you all. I feel lucky and blessed to know each and every one of you. The WPF is a second family that I treasure greatly.
  Kristi Latcham—You're an amazing woman. Thank you for catching all of my little errors. I'd be lost without you! Hopefully I didn't make any typos in this acknowledgement section, but I'm not holding my breath!
  To my husband, Jeremy—Thank you for always being willing to read pages, even after a long day at work. You're my everything. I cherish all of your feedback and notes, and strive to make you proud. You have my heart.
  To the rest of my family—I love you more than words can say. Each and every one of you. There are way too many of you to list out, but you know who you are. Yes, I'm talking to you!