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BOUND TO HIM the full novel is .99 cents through Friday, 7/26!

Bound to Him: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Book Two is going to be .99 cents this week, through Friday, 7/26!

Tell your friends and grab your copy now, while the full novel is on sale!

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Happy reading, my friends!


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Side note:

I'm fighting a gnarly cold right now, so my apologies for not being more active on my blog and other social media. I'll be alive and kicking hopefully in the next couple of days :) with more content, news, and other exciting stuff for you, my fabulous readers!

BOUND TO HIM: THE BILLIONAIRE'S BECK AND CALL, BOOK TWO is live and .99 cents!

It's here! 

Bound to Him: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Book Two is now live in the following stores:

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Now the series is in complete novel form, and is .99 cents for a short time only! Get it while it's on sale!

Description:

Sometimes you have to make a deal with the devil…

Isabeau is happier than ever, loving and living with Chase Drake, her husband and dominant master. But when her younger sister, Lucy, shows up at her doorstep, she knows trouble is on the horizon.

Their brother Alex is in deep again with a bad crowd, but this time, Lucy doesn't have the money to bail him out. Alex’s life is on the line if he doesn’t pay soon, but since he’s in jail, it’s up to the sisters to come to his rescue.

When Chase Drake's old friend and fellow dom, Maxwell Pierce, comes to visit, he is instantly enchanted by the beautiful, fiery Lucy Willcox. When he overhears her confessing to Isabeau that she needs money in a hurry, he offers her a job on the spot, as his personal assistant.

He’d come to Chase for a recommendation, because his personal assistants have duties that are… quite unusual. If Lucy takes the job, she'll be at his beck and call, 24/7, bound to him, and all that the job requires. But with her brother’s life in jeopardy, threatened by a dangerous mobster, she’s desperate enough to sign his contract, no matter what the small print says.

What Lucy doesn’t expect is that she’ll enjoy it… and that saving her brother may mean putting everything on the line, including her heart. 

Exhilarating drag races, scandalous submissive training, and an attraction so fierce it burns like fire, face little Lucy Willcox in this suspense-filled romance. You won’t want to miss the thrilling sequel to The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, from best-selling author, Delilah Fawkes!

Happy reading!

BOUND TO HIM coming as a complete novel soon + A GIVEAWAY!

I'm thrilled to announce that finally, BOUND TO HIM: THE BILLIONAIRE'S BECK AND CALL, BOOK TWO is coming out as a full novel (instead of the 5-part series) in the next week or two! I'm just waiting on my cover, and then it will be up ASAP :).

I'll announce here when it's available. I put that on hold while I finished book three, but of course now, hindsight is 20/20 and I realize I left some of you hanging who were waiting on the full novel version. Apologies, and thank you so much for your patience. I really appreciate it!

Oh, hey... What's this here?

OH SNAP! It's a signed paperback giveaway for TIED TO HIM!

Check it out and enter on Goodreads for your chance to win a signed, paperback version of Tied to Him, mailed to you with love, from your friendly, neighborhood Delilah Fawkes ;).

Happy reading!

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Tied to Him

by Delilah Fawkes

Giveaway ends August 11, 2013.
See the giveaway details at Goodreads.

Enter to win

Guest Posting and a Special Request!

I'm lucky enough to have been invited to post on two awesome blogs today!

Please check me out over at My Fiction Nook, a lovely review blog by the sizzling Sandra, and get a look into Jackson Pierce's dark side over at Close Encounters with the Night Kind, a scintillating review blog by Nikki dedicated to all things dark, paranormal and dangerously sexy!

I also have a special request for my fabulous readers!

If you've read TIED TO HIM, would you mind leaving an honest review on Amazon or Barnes and Noble? Reviews are a huge help to indie authors like me, as well as a big help to your fellow readers!

Here are the links to leave a review:

Amazon
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And if you haven't read it, would you like a FREE review copy? 

I'll hook you up in exchange for an honest review! 

Just email me at delilahfawkes at gmail dot com, and I'll send it over as a gift for kindle, B&N, or as a PDF--your choice. It would be a major help, and I'd be very grateful.

A huge THANK YOU to anyone kind enough to leave a review :). Here's me every time I get one:

Seriously. It's THAT helpful!

All of your support means so much, and it's what keeps me writing stories just for you!  Without my fabulous readers, I'm out of a job, so thank you for being awesome!

Let me know if you'd like a review copy by email, or by leaving a way to contact you in the comments! Muchas Gracias & Danke Schoen!

Let's feed some kids together!

Tied to Him is a book very near and dear to my heart because of one of the issues it addresses, which is childhood hunger in America.

As a child, my parents were poor, my mother a teacher and my dad working freelance jobs that never paid much. They always struggled to pay bills and make sure there was food on the table, and it caused arguments and hardships aplenty for all of us as I grew up.

I remember one winter when the space heaters in our small home burned out in all but one bathroom, and we couldn't afford to fix them. I did my homework in that bathroom every night, squeezed in between the toilet and the sink, my back to that heater, trying to keep warm.

We'd often have meals of beans and ketchup, which I didn't know wasn't normal fare until I told my husband about it in recent years, and I remember distinctly one Thanksgiving when some people from our church stopped by with a food box for our family.

It was extra surprising for my mom, who'd actually been volunteering to drive food boxes to other homes. When we went to load up, they gave us one, and I remember the humiliation she felt, but also the relief that we'd have that food. My mother is a proud woman, so even though she didn't admit it at the time, I knew we desperately needed it. It made a big difference for our family, and we were some of the fortunate ones.

Because I always did have food, even if it was from charity, or just beans and ketchup. And I'm so, so grateful for that.

Today, 1 in 5 children in America regularly goes hungry. School programs try to help with discounted or free lunches, but so many times there just isn't enough funding, and kids fall through the cracks on the weekends and during summer vacation.

That's where this book comes in. I wanted to write something sexy and fun and exciting, but I also wanted a chance to bring this to people's attention and try to do some good together, as a community.

No matter what our politics, I know we can all agree that in the richest nation on earth, people shouldn't be going hungry, especially not children, who can't control their circumstances.

So, I propose a solution!

For the next few months of summer, let's donate together to local food banks! 

Every time I post a piece of relationship or sexin' advice, I'll drop a donate button at the bottom of the post. Think of it like a tip jar--if you like the post, please consider dropping a buck or two in the donation jar, and at the end of September, I'll add it all up, and donate it to the food banks which keep our nation's families fed.

I'll definitely be chipping in myself and will keep everything transparent, with screenshots, etc, so we know how we're doing along the way.

I can donate it all to the Portland Food Bank, or I'd be happy to survey you guys and hit the biggest cities with a piece of the pie. Your call.

What do you think?

Do you like the idea? Would you like your city to be represented, or are you cool with an Oregon donation? Any other suggestions?

I consider all my readers part of my big, extended family, so don't hesitate to let me know what's on your mind :). I just know that together, we can make a difference for local kids, which makes a difference for ALL of us.

So, what do you say? Ready to get this party started?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMERICA!

Booyah. Freedom in yo FACE!

Try not to lose any digits, set any fires in the neighbor's yard, or black out*, and have a happy Independence Day!

(*Aw, who are we kidding, it's a holiday. Freeeeedoooooooooom! Wooooooooooooooo!!! *FOOM!* GAH! Oh, God, my fingers... Oh, why, God... Arrrrgh..... Somebody call the hospital... need ambulence.... just.... bring the hot dogs for the ride over. And hold my beer. *cough*  Freedom...)

Guest Posting On Belle's Book Bag Today!

Hi, my lovely readers!

I'm over at Belle's Book Bag Today--an awesome blog with lots of the hottest new romance novel reviews and new releases.

Check it out HERE.

I shared how you all have changed my life as an author, and how readers influenced the Billionaire's Beck and Call Series.

PLUS you can enter the Insatiable Reads Summer Tour Sweepstakes and have a chance to win fabulous prizes, including free books, and best of all, a Kindle Fire!

So what are you waiting for??

Enjoy, and Happy Independence Day Eve!

Meet Jackson Pierce: Billionaire Bad Boy Turned Politician...

Feel free to fantasize as you will, but here's a jumping off point...

Who is Jackson Pierce?

In Tied to Him: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Book Three, we meet a new, oh-so-sexy billionaire: former bad boy turned politician, Jackson Pierce.

Where Chase Drake in The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Book One is intimidating, cool, and difficult to those around him, Jackson is outwardly very friendly and charming.

And unlike his younger brother, Maxwell, who we met in Bound to Him: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Book Two, whose fiery, impulsive nature got him into trouble, Jackson is all about using his head.

But despite seeming like he's got it all together... Jackson Pierce is a man with a secret.

Because when he lets his mask fall, what lies beneath would ruin his golden boy act for good. He's more than wild, he's downright feral, a predator whose aggressive lovemaking is matched only by the filth that comes out of his mouth in the heat of passion.

Now that the media's caught wind of his past as a dominant in a BDSM club, he's only got one thing on his mind--how can he hide his sexual nature, the part of himself that shames and alarms him, before his political aspirations are ruined?

Because on top of it all, Jackson Pierce cares about the community--about doing lasting good. If he's not elected, school programs will be cut and kids will go hungry.

When his campaign manager suggests a marriage of convenience to a local charity worker to clean up his image, he jumps at the chance.

But what Jackson Pierce doesn't know is that some things are out of his control... especially when it comes to matters of the heart.


Here's a special sneak preview showing off Jackson's wild side, from Tied to Him:

“It’s effortless with you,” he said. He looked past me, his eyes distant. “With the women I’ve seen, it was always… different. Harder.”

“Even with the women at the club?”

He stiffened beside me, and immediately I regretted my words. After all, this was what he was desperately trying to cover up. His past. His scandalous affairs and unusual appetites.

“I’m sorry, Jackson. Forget I asked.”

He looked at me for a long while, his eyes thoughtful.

“I think that’s why I went to the club in the first place. With the women there, it was uncomplicated. No emotion, no attachments, no dates or detail work. It was simple.”

I looked down at our hands, still entwined, not knowing how to respond.

“Seems you do well with fake girlfriends,” I finally said.

I laughed nervously.

“That’s different. You’re different.”

“It’s just the other side of the same coin, isn’t it? Passion without a relationship, or a relationship without passion…”

What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I just shut up already?

Jackson looked at me again, his brow furrowed.

“I wanted to make you happy tonight.”

“I…”

“Don’t you see, Rose?”

His voice was low and dangerous. He leaned forward and ran his thumb over my cheek, his touch electric.

“I didn’t have to. I know what this is, but I needed to make you happy tonight.”

He was so close now, I worried he could hear the frantic beating of my heart.

“What are you doing to me?”

His hand moved down to my neck, his fingers trailing down my skin. I whimpered, looking into those dark eyes of his, his words echoing my own thoughts. What were we doing? What was this attraction that was so hard to resist, despite our best intentions?

His fingers wrapped in my hair, and he tilted my head back roughly. I gasped.

“What are you fucking doing to me?”

His voice was rough, raw, his eyes glinting like a predator’s. Before I could say anything, his lips were on my neck, his tongue tasting me, making my whole body quake. He held me captive, but I didn’t want to escape. When his hand snuck up my thigh beneath the hem of my dress, I groaned, my body already wet for him.

My restraint was gone, left back on the dance floor of the bar, and I reached for him, running my hands up his chest, loving the feel of his hard muscles beneath my fingers.

He growled in my ear.

“I want you, Rose.”

I whimpered as his hand crept higher. His fingers brushed my panties, making me squirm against the leather upholstery. His mouth met mine, his teeth rasping over my lips. He bit down, and I moaned.

He rubbed me, teasing me through the thin cotton covering my sex, rubbing my folds in a way that made me pant as he held me fast, his hand still fisted in my hair. I needed to touch him back, to please him. I reached down and felt him, hard as steel beneath his slacks. His erection twitched against me, and he exhaled.

The car rolled to a stop. Jackson sat back, breathing hard, and adjusted himself just as we heard the driver’s door slam shut. I patted my hair down and jerked down on the hem of my skirt. My door opened, and the driver smiled at us. His eyes landed on the ring, and his face lit up.

“Are congratulations in order, Mr. Pierce?”

“Yes, Matthew. You’re looking at my gorgeous fiancée.”

“Well done, both of you,” he said, helping me out of the car, then wringing my hand. “What wonderful news.”

Mr. Pierce shut the door behind him, and took my arm.

“Thank you very much, but if you’ll excuse us…”

“Of course, Sir! Have a good rest of your night.”

The driver gave us a wink and a grin before Jackson rushed me into the house, breezing past the butler with a curt “Good evening,” and ushering me up the stairs like we were escaping a fire.

At the landing, he scooped me up, and I shrieked as he threw me over his shoulder. Once in the master suite, he slammed the door and pressed my back against it, pinning me with his arms. The look on his face, bald, animal lust, was almost frightening, especially compared to his usual, public calm.

“Tell me you want this.”

I panted, my whole body a live wire, thrumming in anticipation over giving myself to him. Of giving up control, just one more time, and letting myself submit. To him, to my own desire… Just for one more night before sanity set in once more.

“Yes,” I breathed.

That was all it took.

Stay tuned this week for more exciting sneak peaks, giveaways, and so much more!

Tell me: Do you think men with a dark side are sexier? Why or what not?

New Release: TIED TO HIM: THE BILLIONAIRE'S BECK AND CALL, BOOK THREE is live!

I'm ecstatic to announce, that TIED TO HIM: THE BILLIONAIRE'S BECK AND CALL, BOOK THREE is now live in the following stores:

Amazon
Barnes and Noble
Kobo

This is the complete novel all in one package, thanks to YOU, my smart, sexy readers, telling me how you wanted it. You spoke, and I listened. It's a beautiful thing!

The Description:

Jackson Pierce is a man with a secret...

Becoming Governor isn't in the cards for billionaire and former D.A. Jackson Pierce unless he can squelch the unsavory rumors flying around. He's not ashamed of his bad boy past being a dominant at a BDSM club, but he knows the revelation could ruin his political career before it even begins.

He's skeptical of his campaign advisor's idea--find a do-gooder wife to give him a more respectable image--until he meets Rose Turner, a former foster kid working in a local community center. Compassionate, feisty and passionate about helping troubled youth, she's perfect for his needs. But as they get to know one another, his feelings for her grow all too real. 

Rose Turner can't take another heartbreak, not after being abandoned by everyone she ever loved. When she accepts Jackson's proposal, she vows to keep her distance, but the more she gets to know him, the more she wants to let him in. But trust doesn't come easy--if he wants it, he'll have to earn it. 

As the two draw closer, threats roll in: if Jackson doesn't flip on education reform, a blackmailer will expose the fake marriage, ruining his career and tarnishing Rose's reputation. But if he gives in, funding for the community center will be cut, and Rose's kids will lose it all. With everything on the line, he must make an impossible decision as the clock runs down. 

What's a man of principle to do when everything he believes in falls apart?


And a sizzling excerpt, just for you!

When he kissed me, my world stopped turning. Time froze, and I lost myself, my worry, my sorrow, my doubt running off me like rainwater as his lips met mine, his hands wrapping in my hair, pulling me to him. He tasted like sweet wine, his mouth soft and hot and urgent, his chin dusted with new stubble, rough and masculine against my skin.

I parted my lips, my heart thudding in my chest, my mind a blank, all of my sadness flying away as quickly as it came, memories fleeting against the strength of this moment. Against the strength of his arms, holding me tight.

Popcorn tumbled to the floor as we came together, our bodies pressing close as he tugged me onto his lap, the throw pillow falling off to the side. I wrapped my arms around his neck, breathless, feeling like I was drowning in him, but refusing to come up for air. I dug my fingers into his short hair, nails scraping his scalp, loving the way our hearts beat together, our breathing now thick. Heavy.

He groaned and ran his tongue over my bottom lip, making me shiver.

I felt his arousal beneath me and gasped. A voice deep inside my mind whispered This is wrong! You’re going to get hurt, Rose! but I couldn’t stop the energy between us. And what’s more, I didn’t want to. I was swept away on a current of impulsivity, of lust and heat. And something more…

Jackson was like me.

He understood what so many couldn’t. From the look on his face, I knew what he’d implied, but didn’t have to say. He felt like as much of an orphan as I was. Even though he had everything money could buy, he didn’t have what he wanted most. Someone who loved him unconditionally.

Pain and pleasure came together as we shared a breath, our kisses now desperate and rough. His teeth scraped my lip, and it was my turn to join my tongue with his, to taste him, to let myself explore him, his scent filling my nostrils, the feel of his mouth on mine more intoxicating than any wine.

He pressed me back onto the cushions and moved over me, his lips on my neck now, hot and wet, making me moan with each touch, each delicious sensation. He pressed his body between my thighs, his stiffness rubbing against me now, the cotton and silk between us feeling like nothing as his heat covered me. I wriggled beneath him, grinding against him, sighing wantonly as my core ached, pulsing with need, tingling with pleasure, the friction making me wild for him.

I wanted more.

I tugged on the bottom of his t-shirt, and he sat up, yanking it up over his head. He paused for a moment, panting, his dark eyes animalistic, hungry, almost frightening in the dim light. I’d never seen him like this, so out of control, and the sight of his gorgeous, muscular body, tanned and fit, made me want to give up my control as well. To release my fear and doubt and give myself fully to this moment with him.

Just for one night. Just for one night, I would do the wrong thing without second guessing myself. Without guilt. Without worry about what the future may hold.

Because it felt so damn right, I didn’t think I could stop if I wanted to.

Happy reading, and please remember that reviews are a great help to independent authors like me, so don't be shy! Reader feedback is as good as gold to me, as well as to readers looking for that next new book to check out.

Thanks for being my fabulous fans! I couldn't do it without you!

Mark Your Calendars! TIED TO HIM: THE BILLIONAIRE'S BECK AND CALL, BOOK 3 Comes Out July 1st!

You know you want it. And Delilah's the one to give it to ya!

How awesome is today??

First, we have a historic supreme court ruling making it possible for people to marry who they love in so many great states, and now, I have exciting news to share!

The wait is almost over!

Tied to Him: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Book Three comes out JULY 1st!

But that's not all!

I'm taking part in an exciting, titillating, REWARDING Summer fun-fest called The Insatiable Reads Book Tour!

27 of the HOTTEST authors, including yours truly, will be hopping all over the net, giving away delicious prizes, books, and all kinds of goodies as well as teasing you with smoking excerpts of this summer's most sizzling new romance!

We're even giving away a KINDLE FIRE to one lucky reader! (Get it... cause we're hot, Summer's hot... it's a whole thing, and I LOVE IT!)

So stay tuned for details this week of when, where, and how YOU can win!

In the meantime, here's a little teaser of what's to come July 1st from Tied to Him: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Book Three:

The proposal that started it all...

She turned to me and raised an eyebrow, but I thought I saw the hint of a smile in her eyes.

There it is. Pride in what she does. She knows she’s good.

“These kids will eat anything,” she said. “They’re teenagers.”

“Yeah, but kids are picky. They might eat it because they have to, but from the looks on their faces tonight, your food is something special. You go all out.”

She did smile, then, a softness coming over her making her look delicate and feminine, despite the firm muscles I could see on her arms and the tall, fit build of her body. She was used to working hard, and it showed.

Beautiful, I thought. She really is different than other women I’ve met. There’s something about her I can’t quite put my finger on…

“Like I said earlier, I get to experiment on them is all. I find a new recipe, or I throw some stuff together at home, and I want to share it. They get enough of the regular cafeteria stuff like sandwiches and chicken nuggets, so I figure why not, right? Like Paul Prudhomme said, ‘You don’t need a silver fork to eat good food.’ Oh…”

She stopped short, looking at me with wide eyes.

“I didn’t mean-“

“It’s okay,” I said. I laughed at the look on her face. “I don’t think being a billionaire is a protected class. Besides, I’m not offended in the least.”

She looked down at her sneakers and let out a nervous laugh, then yanked her bandana down around her neck and ran her fingers roughly through her hair.

“I’m always putting my foot in my mouth. Honestly… I’ve never been around… someone like you before.”

She looked up at me, her short hair wild and rough, and chewed her lip in a way that made my cock stir in my pants.

Whoa, there… Where did that come from?

“You make me nervous,” she said.

I cleared my throat and tugged my apron strings a little looser.

“Just because I’m running for office doesn’t mean I’m not a regular guy.”

She crossed her arms and smirked at me now, one hip thrust sideways in a way that displayed exactly what she thought of that statement.

“Mm hmm. You’re just a regular ol’ billionaire who just happened to have a star career as a D.A. and are now trying to run my state. No biggie, right? Just one of the guys.”

“Exactly,” I said.

I chuckled at the look on her face. She was something else, indeed.

“Seriously, though, Rose… I know you can cook, and I see how much you love helping here, but how do you afford it? Is that rude to ask?”

She straightened up and stared at me, her jaw clenching for the space of a heartbeat.

“I have a job. This place is important, so I make it happen, okay? I’m good… We’re good.”

I licked my bottom lip, and noticed her eyes flick down to my mouth, then back up again, meeting my gaze.

“I’m not saying you’re not making it happen. I’m just wondering… Would you be interested in another job? A much, much, better paying one than your current employment?”

“How do you know it’s better paying? You don’t even know what I do.”

She was getting angry, and I could tell she was starting to view me as an outsider again. An intruder in her world. I had to talk fast, or I wouldn’t have a chance to convince her of what I needed.

“How does five million dollars for a year of work sound?”

She raised a finger, her mouth already forming an argument, when she froze, mid-motion. Her eyes widened until I thought they might fall out, and her mouth worked, as if trying to speak, but her brain wouldn’t provide the words.

It would have been funny, if my political career didn’t hinge on this one moment. This one woman.

“A problem just popped up for me,” I said, “and I need your help to make it go away. I probably should have asked this first, but, are you currently seeing anyone?”

That seemed to snap her out of it.

She reeled back until her butt hit the counter behind her, her eyebrow raising incredulously.

“What?”

“Well, the job would be highly unusual, and I’d need you to keep things absolutely confidential during the year you work for me. I also can’t have you seeing anyone, or you won’t be right for this position.”

“I… What?”

“Rose, I can’t tell you more details until I know you’re interested. I can’t disclose my problem to just anyone. I need you to sign a confidentiality agreement before I can tell you about what you’d be doing if you accept my job offer.”

“But… did you say million?”

“Five million dollars. For one year working for me. It can all be yours, Rose, along with an unrestricted spending allowance during that year, lodging, health care—the whole enchilada. I will take excellent care of you.”

I moved closer, and she didn’t flinch away. I put my hands on her shoulders. This close, I could smell the soft scent of her shampoo, something fruity and sensual.

“If you take this job, Rose,” I said, “You can do anything you’d like for the rest of you life with the right financial planning. You can make feeding these kids a full time job and live off the interest.”

She looked up into my eyes, her breathing shallow, and I could see her trying to take this all in. What must this be like for her? A stranger offering her more money than she could ever make in a hundred years at a high-paying management job.

Life-changing money.

It was funny to think that an amount like this could simultaneously be so huge and so small, depending on who you are. I spent five million on a vacation home in Bora Bora smaller than the east wing of my estate here. I realized now I’ve only been there once.

I’d almost forgotten I owned it.

“What do you say? Are you willing to hear more?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it again, squeezing her eyes shut like she was harnessing her chi. She finally opened them and nodded.

“Excellent! I can have the confidentiality agreement drawn up immediately. Are you available tomorrow evening to meet?”

She nodded again, and a small squeak left her lips. I smiled and ran my hands over her shoulders.

“Good. Let me have your address, and I’ll send a car for you at 7:00 p.m. We can discuss business over dinner.”

I handed her my cell phone and she plugged in her information with trembling hands.

“Thank you,” I said. “I appreciate you hearing me out.”

I walked toward the back door, when I heard her release the breath she’d been holding.

“Wait.”

I turned back. She had her hand on her hip again, her chin held high.

“Why me?”

I grinned and put my hand on the door handle.

“Because you’re perfect.”

Are you guys excited for Book Three in the Beck and Call Series? 

I think it's the best one yet, full of intense emotions, suspense, and a romance that will take your breath away! I can't wait until July 1st to share it with you!