tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41545197859346457932024-02-06T20:16:05.644-08:00Momcat's_Naughty_ ReviewsAlexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154519785934645793.post-53159497486787595442012-02-29T08:42:00.000-08:002012-02-29T08:47:02.336-08:00DAWNE PROCHILO: RELEASES<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #333333;">I wrote When We Meet Again three years ago when I had a
personal experience that created a storyline in my head. Two young lovers over
the course of time discover love, lose that love only to find it again. It's an
emotional novel about first loves and second chances at that same love. </span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #333333;">Think about it for a minute... have you ever forgotten
that first love? The one that got away. How many times over the years have you
asked yourself “what-if”? And if you had a second chance, would you take it?</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="color: black;">How many of us have wished we could turn back the clock? Go
back to one specific time that would change our lives forever and it would be
exactly how we wanted it. Brynn Saunders has wished that for over two decades
and while she can't change her life, a strange twist of fate is giving her a
second chance at her one true love. Best friends Ethan Miller and Brynn have
loved each other unconditionally since high school and while their lives were
entwined early, they never shared the intimacy they felt for the other. After
an abusive marriage for Brynn and a loveless marriage for Ethan, they've
reconnected twenty four years later and are acting upon what they never had the
chance to do years ago.</span></i><span style="color: #333333;"> </span></b></span></div>
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late teens years, <i>after </i>they've made a pact to one another. I wrote <i>First
Chance </i>which starts Brynn and Ethan's lives before the pact.</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #333333;">What is this pact I keep referring to? Let me tell... no,
better yet, Buy First Chance when it comes out this spring. Yes, I know... I'm
a tease!</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #333333;">Blog- </span><a href="http://dawneprochilo.blogspot.com/">http://dawneprochilo.blogspot.com/</a><span style="color: #333333;"> </span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #333333;">Crape Myrtle- June 2009</span><br /><span style="color: #333333;">On Her Own- July 2009</span></b>
<b><br /><span style="color: #333333;">Sex Sells- Feb 2011</span></b>
<b><br /><span style="color: #333333;">Room 11- Feb 2011</span></b>
<b><br /><span style="color: #333333;">Rachel's Desire- March 2011</span></b>
<b><br /><span style="color: #333333;">When We Meet Again- May 2011<br />
His Holiday Seduction- Oct 2011<br />
Insatiable Kate- Oct 2011<br />
On Her Own (re-release)- Nov 2011<br />
Wildfire Beach- Nov 2011<br />
A Cougar's Revenge- 2012<br />
Callie's Way- Jan 2012*<br />
Lynn's Chance- March 2012*<br />
Weekend Retreat- April 2012<br />
Melody's Dance- May 2012*<br />
No Matter What- May 2012<br />
Tessa's Passion- July 2012*</span></b></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Coming
Soon- First Chance 2012</b></span></div>Alexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154519785934645793.post-31773261875460230392012-01-28T15:19:00.000-08:002012-01-28T15:19:38.807-08:00Musings & Free E-Book By Don Abdul<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
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Hello, readers. My name is Don Abdul and I was born and raised in
Nigeria some 40 years ago. I’ve
been told I have a great sense of humor, but that’s just a rumor
started by my neighbor after a few drinks. I am an
easy going single dad of two young boys, but I must also warn you
that I’m a naughty poet and a published author of erotic fiction. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>The
pursuit of my freedom of expression, as well as my fascination with
people and their complex relationships drew me to the internet and
writing in the erotic fiction genre. I particularly love to dissect
prim and proper characters, to see what makes them tick in terms of
sex and their sexuality. I enjoy stripping away the airs and
pretenses and getting at the bare necessities of their sexually
uninhibited alter egos, and unveiling their kinky erotic secrets.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>My
journey as a writer began much earlier in life though. I
started writing in junior high school when I wrote mostly poetry
about the wonders of nature all around me from the perspective of a
small town lad. In senior high school the subject changed to the joys
and heartaches of boy-girl relationships. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I also
contributed to and later became associate editor of my high school
newsletter. I started writing erotic fiction in 2005 in a few Yahoo
Group to which I belonged. My first ever erotic story was titled
</b><b>Naughty Professor which was partly based on my own real life
experience with a young female professor back in college. The
encouraging feedback that I got, prompted me to write more stories
and I’ve never looked back since.</b></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij3DPhS_uavSwPY4FKbJjPbbtfhRB9-N0nkkuVs7SQPWPNIx3D1nIHrgBP0YtX-kYYcNHYG9B0RaQVR_HMaCJ9_bPid4xJjPTMeFa0Yo1yDzYCelL-SmE8TvmtueqwW3XjkndRm7vDKQ/s1600/Taboo+sex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij3DPhS_uavSwPY4FKbJjPbbtfhRB9-N0nkkuVs7SQPWPNIx3D1nIHrgBP0YtX-kYYcNHYG9B0RaQVR_HMaCJ9_bPid4xJjPTMeFa0Yo1yDzYCelL-SmE8TvmtueqwW3XjkndRm7vDKQ/s200/Taboo+sex.jpg" width="133" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Like
many writers before me, rejection by publishers was a huge challenge.
This was tough as I was an unknown writer who lived in Africa. With
wider consultations and networking with other writers and published
authors, I eventually discovered there was an ongoing revolution
called electronic publishing. The popularity of e-books was spreading
like wildfire and I was talked though the process by a friend and
mentor. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>My
first published e-book was “<a href="http://www.fiction4all.com/site.php?adlib=Y&pr=2457"><span style="color: #00000a;">Taboo
Sex Run Wild</span></a>” which was published by A1adultebooks.com
in May 2010. This e-book was quickly followed by three others in the
same year including:</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.fiction4all.com/site.php?adlib=Y&pr=2487"><span style="color: #00000a;">Reeled
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.a1adultebooks.com/site.php?cat=&pr=2523"><span style="color: #00000a;">Submissive
Neighborly Lust</span></a></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.a1adultebooks.com/site.php?cat=&pr=2791"><span style="color: #00000a;">Lusty
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.a1adultebooks.com/site.php?cat=&pr=2843"><span style="color: #00000a;">Bound:
Body & Soul</span></a>, and </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.a1adultebooks.com/site.php?aut=722"><span style="color: #00000a;">http://www.a1adultebooks.com/site.php?aut=722</span></a></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>My
favorite authors include James Patterson and Tom Clancy. I am greatly
inspired by the style and color of their characterizations and the
total packaging of their works.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>As far
as writing and doing my creative work goes, there’s no place like
home. I do most of my creative work with my butt firmly planted on my
couch, even though I have also been known to have brainwaves that
require me to write on the spur of the moment even when I’m on the
road. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>The
characters in my stories fall into two categories, the perfect heroes
and the flawed heroes. In truth I’m a believer in the beauty of
imperfection, hence my favorite characters are those who have flaws
that set them apart from the run of the mill Heroes in most of the
gazillion literatures that we encounter every day.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>My
favorite character is Jake Donovan, the hero in my e-book </b><b>A Hero’s
Due. He was an upbeat, physically fit and confident young man who
went to war in the service of his country but returned a broken man
(Download your own free copy).</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>As an
author my plans for 2012 are quite ambitious, but all I’m saying
for now is that I have just released my first book of the year. It is
titled <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/123277"><span style="color: #00000a;">A
Reluctant Slave</span></a>, and it is an exciting erotic fiction
e-book with a BDSM theme and it was published on the 15<sup>th</sup>
January 2012. A Reluctant Slave is already on the premium catalogue
at Smashwords.com, and it will soon be available through other major
outlets including Kindle, Barnes & Noble as well as Amazon.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I also
have other releases planned for the year. I promise to keep you
posted on those as they come to fruition. This
blog would not be complete if I didn’t offer an excerpt from my
exciting new e-book:</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>It had been three months
since she had been at her job, and despite having no-one special in
her life at the moment, Nimah had stayed true to her principle of not
sleeping with her work colleagues so far. In the case of her handsome
Executive Assistant however, that resolve was tested every now and
then. At those times she would mentally chant the mantra 'don't shit
where you eat' over and over again until the worst had passed. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>One lovely Friday morning,
Nimah had the office to herself, the temp secretary she had been
assigned from the pool was sitting in her outer office since Jack was
away on an errand and wouldn't be back until the following day. As
she settled down to her first coffee of the day and looked forward to
another routine day at work, there was a soft knock on her office
door. It was the secretary bringing in her mail; after she departed,
Nimah looked through the pile of envelopes separating the usual junk
mail and bills. And then she saw it. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>It was a neat small white
envelope with her name neatly typed in Edwardian script. She thought
it was rather strange and her curiosity was instantly piqued; 'Who
could it be from and what was it all about?' she wondered as she slit
the envelope open with the beautiful sterling silver letter opener
her father had given her last Christmas.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>She unfolded the thick
clean paper to read the message typed in the same font as the address
on the envelope. "I have been watching you, day and night. I
know you even better than you know yourself. By the time I'm done
with you, you will belong to me."</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Nimah paused, and looked
around cocking her ear as if expecting to hear something that would
explain what she had just read. She instinctively began to push back
her chair to get to her feet, ready to charge and hold someone
responsible for this affront on her personal security.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>The words that struck fear
into her heart were: "…I have been watching you day and
night." With that fear however came a different kind of
excitement, one she hadn't felt in a long time. She sat back down and
continued reading the letter.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Her heart was racing and
her pussy was getting moist as she read on:</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>"Within the hour you
shall receive further instructions, tasks shall be assigned to you
and if those tasks are not completed, and on time too, there will be
consequences.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>"We both know that
you will do as you're told. You like this, you need this, and I bet
your panties are getting wet by now too. Just remember, if you do not
comply, there will be consequences."</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Nimah was furious as she
no longer found any of the unfolding drama funny. She reached for her
phone to call security, but then she stopped. 'And what or whom shall
I be reporting exactly,' she wondered. She realized she had nothing
to go on, and in a highly competitive corporate environment like the
one in which she worked, she daren't run the risk of being called
crazy. She decided to lay an elaborate trap for whoever was behind
the letter and when she had uncovered their identity, she would
report them to the police.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>As she settled down
however she discovered that while she was angry at the perpetrator of
the obnoxious intrusion into her life, her body had betrayed her. She
felt a shiver run down her spine as she replayed the words in her
head. Her nipples stiffened and her skin was covered in goose bumps.
Her pussy was tingling and her panties soaked at that moment. Whoever
it was that wrote that note knew her quite well; the big question was
who wrote it. She wondered.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Nimah was embarrassed,
even a little scared that this mystery person knew her well kept
secret. It was a combination of emotions that thrilled her in ways
she hadn't felt for quite a while. 'Whoever the mystery person is,
I've got to find them and make an example of them to deter any others
from putting their nose in my business,' she resolved, as she awaited
their next message.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>After a futile attempt to
concentrate on her work and put the mystery note behind her, Nimah
finally gave up and set about an attempt to unravel the identity of
her mystery note writer. She figured that the person who sent her the
note probably worked in the same firm as she did since the envelope
had no post mark on it, meaning it was an internal mail. That
narrowed it down to at least 20 odd men. That was a great start as
she could narrow the number down even further. Of those forty men,
there were only about five who could remotely be considered familiar
enough with her to even dream of attempting anything as brazen as
that.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>The first one of course
would be 34 year-old Jordan Chestnut, a cocky black attorney from
Legal Department. He was definitely a dream catch for any woman, and
as a brotha, Nimah sometimes thought of him as a potential husband
but only if that was what she was looking for. Counting against him
of course was the fact that he was the resident player. He had bedded
every available woman who would fall for his charms and smooth
manner. Whereas Nimah didn't care for his brand of charm, she had to
admit that he was quite attractive, and the rumored size of his
package made her sometimes think of fucking him just for fun. She,
however, dropped Jordan as a likely author of the note. It just
wasn't his style.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>'Could it be Harry
Prescott?' she wondered. He was a ruggedly handsome 50 year-old
married British expatriate that she sometimes fantasized about. She
loved his broad grin and the easy mature air about him. He was a
classic gentleman, very polite, yet discretely flirtatious. If she
was going to sleep with a mature man he certainly would be a
candidate. Prescott seemed to be quite happily married however, and
that ruled him out also as a likely candidate.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Seth Bullworth, a 29 year
old avid golfer was more interested in power lunches and activation
of the old boy Ivy League networks to close deals than he was in the
intricacies of a power exchange relationship. So he too was ruled
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Dick Xavier was a 40 year
old power bike buff, and by far the most likely candidate, but she
ruled him out as well because he was currently away on an official
trip abroad. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>The final name on her
mental list was Jack Bradshaw, her own executive assistant. 'Mmmm...'
she thought wishing it was he who had sent her the note. 'Could it
possibly be him?' she wondered. He wasn't at work that day and even
if he was she doubted he was the sort of man to be interested in such
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>He probably didn't realize
the great power potential he had about him. He was the kind of man to
whom she would submit any day, no questions asked. Just as she was
about to close the book on her attempts to unmask her mystery man, a
thought occurred to her. 'Why did it have to be a man?'</b></span></div>
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mind immediately went to Candace Kennedy. Candace was a slightly
older friend and colleague, a fellow VP with whom she frequently
played tennis and had drinks. They had casually chatted about their
mutual love of rough sex and issues of control. The pieces seemed to
be falling into place. Candace knew Nimah's lust for a dominant sex
partner, and being a colleague she had easy access the internal mail
system….</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Many authors will tell you that their
characters talk to them. Mine don’t. (No, girls. This isn’t a
Seven Realms article. You have no business here. Why don’t you go
on another Power Pack Girls adventure? Do I have to count? One.
Two....Thank you.) My computer keyboard is another matter. It has no
problem mocking me. It sits there, ready and willing to work when it
knows full well that my Muse is on vacation.
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I usually keep a couple of works in
progress. If I don’t feel like working on one project, I usually
just work on the other one. One unusual afternoon (unusual because it
was one of the few afternoons this year where my grad student
daughter was in town), I’d managed to write nothing at all on
either of my ongoing works in progress. My daughter looked up from
her laptop and suggested that I write something entirely different.
Epiphany! I could try a literary sorbet to clear my blocked writing
palate.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I decided to head over to DuoTrope,
<a href="http://www.duotrope.com/">http://www.duotrope.com</a>/, a wonderful source for who wants what for
wordsmiths. I found a call for submissions for a superhero themed
anthology about a Dark Carnival that was coming to Cobalt City,
hometown to many such heroes. The stories could be about existing
characters in Cobalt City story lines, or a new character of the
author’s devising. I picked the former, and chose to write about
Dr. Shadow.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Writing about Dr. Shadow presented a
couple of unique challenges. The principal challenge was learning all
about Dr. Shadow. He wasn’t my character, after all. Someone else
created his powers, virtues and foibles. I learned that Dr. Shadow is
an ancient, very powerful mage. His origins go way back to halcyon
days of Set. Over his many years, he has acquired some powerful
magical accoutrements in addition to his formidable command of the
arcane arts. His eyes are photosensitive. Not too shabby for a first
date.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Now it was my turn. The second
challenge was finding some reason for Dr. Shadow to bother with the
Dark Carnival at his age. I glanced over at my daughter (who had
returned her full attentions to her laptop), and a plot line formed
out of the enshrouding creative mists. Dr. Shadow’s daughter was
trapped at the Dark Carnival! Conspiracies, secret meetings behind
closed doors, dark secrets held in petto, arcane formulae that
produce the desired results regardless of the facts, stupefying
pronouncements that defy logic--Dr. Shadow was going fight the Dark
Carnival in Family Court for the custody of his daughter!</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Crap! My keyboard mocked me again.
Willing suspension of disbelief will only carry a story for so long
before it has to stand on its own merits. Although it’s often said
that truth is stranger than fiction, no one, who hasn’t experienced
it first hand, would believe half of the guano that I’ve seen in
Family Court. Still, the kernel of the story was in hand. It just
needed some minor tweaking.
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Step one--set aside personal conviction
not to demonize the opposition. That works. For purposes of the
story, it’s acceptable to demonize the daughter’s mother.
Bazinga! She’s a powerful demon. Now Dr. Shadow has a fight on his
hands worthy of his abilities.
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Step two--set the stage. Having
abandoned the surreal circus setting of the court room, the next best
thing was a carnival midway attraction. That works. Pitch a tent.
Throw up a couple of mystical impediments to Dr. Shadow’s entrance
to show off some of his abilities. Introduce daughter. Bring on mommy
dearest. Let Dr. and mommy fight it out, tooth and tail.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Step three--write a guest blog for
Alexx Momcat as a thinly veiled promotion for “Custody Battle”,
appearing in <i>Cobalt City: Dark Carnival </i>from Timid Pirate
Press. http://www.timidpirate.com/books-booty/
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Excerpt from “Custody Battle”</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Standing naked in the cold pre-dawn
mist, he placed one amulet in each hand, and closed his eyes. The
timing was critical. He had to invoke the spell at the exact moment
that was neither night nor day. The cloud cover made no difference.
He did not have to watch for the sun. The countdown was based on the
pressure building behind his eyes. Three. Two. One. In a tongue so
old he doubted it was human in origin, he whispered,
"Schi^iich^aagakha." A line of fire sliced through his
center, pulling him apart in perfect bilateral symmetry. But like a
single cell undergoing cytokinesis, his entire body duplicated
itself, replacing the missing halves, until two identical Dr. Shadows
stood side by side. They turned to each other, and said
simultaneously, "Hello, handsome."
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Cobalt City Dark Carnival</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Mayhem stalks the midway as the
malevolent Carnaval Pomme D'or returns to the super-hero metropolis
of Cobalt City. Legends claim this mysterious and dark carnival has
ties to Lafayette, one of the city's earliest heroes. Some say it is
a force of nature, a danger that can only be endured but never
defeated. Back for the first time in a generation, it brings mystics
and monsters concealed beneath a veneer of greasepaint and faded
canvas. Nothing less than the soul of the city is at stake. Do the
assembled super-heroes of Cobalt City have what it takes to challenge
the forces of chaos? What chances do a lovelorn cat woman,
industrialist family man, evolved panda, ancient sorcerer, dead jazz
musician, and renegade cupid stand against an evil that has
persevered for centuries?</b></span></div>
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cobalt-City-Dark-Carnival-Scott/dp/098309876X/ref=sr_1_10?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1324307158&sr=1-10"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>http://www.amazon.com/Cobalt-City-Dark-Carnival-Scott/dp/098309876X/ref=sr_1_10?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1324307158&sr=1-10</b></span></a></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>You can find Charlie Kenmore @ <a href="http://www.charliekenmore.blogspot.com/">http://www.charliekenmore.blogspot.com/</a> and </b></span><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://fandomfest.com/blogs/charliekenmore" target="_blank">http://fandomfest.com/blogs/<wbr></wbr>charliekenmore</a></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for the great teaser Charlie! </span></b></div>Alexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154519785934645793.post-47747700098396380882011-12-13T09:15:00.000-08:002011-12-13T09:15:03.973-08:00"Release" By Anonymous<span style="font-size: large;"><b> An author friend sent this to me this morning, I fell in love with the imagery. I mentioned I would love to post it. They said "yes" Anonymously. I wonder if any of you out there can figure out who wrote this. What comes to mind when you read this? Let us know!</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Breathing quickened, the rise and fall of the chest, <br />
Undulating tumultuous like the swell of the sea<br />
Growing red flush creeping steadily across flesh, <br />
Glistening skin sheened lightly with feverish need.<br />
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Whimpering choked by lips twisted between teeth, </b><b><br />
Gasps cast free, wide eyed overwhelming sensation,<br />
Conscious thought taken flight, tight grip slipping away, <br />
Surrender, instinct has conquered, the prize within grasp.<br />
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Warm glow deep within, spreading, slowly advancing, </b><b><br />
Laboured breath, ragged, broken, clawing desperation, <br />
Drowning, thrashing, struggling through swirling pleasure, <br />
Pulled under, shuddering climax, cries of freedom, of release.</b></span> </div>Alexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154519785934645793.post-4910321543021992582011-11-30T15:25:00.000-08:002011-11-30T15:25:12.908-08:00"Mind, Groin, or Both. Inserting the Sex Scene" BY Charlie Kenmore<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NnCzLs8hfuxTzLlQXKiIeuM65xS6OVzPGoaq0kw44DGmR8higHUSDjV24A9-EMZwJ6nEAb2dBn9XfKU9Sg5k0SC5D-nxwldXtNuuJXWmHZoLjOIHvKvyePsCNCppVNKFbI73K90EhA/s1600/Indie+Book+Cruise+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NnCzLs8hfuxTzLlQXKiIeuM65xS6OVzPGoaq0kw44DGmR8higHUSDjV24A9-EMZwJ6nEAb2dBn9XfKU9Sg5k0SC5D-nxwldXtNuuJXWmHZoLjOIHvKvyePsCNCppVNKFbI73K90EhA/s400/Indie+Book+Cruise+032.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></div><span style="font-size: large;">Okay, you've gone to great pains to develop your _____ (insert characters). Enough with the damn plot development. It's time for a sex scene. It's also decision time. What is the purpose of the scene? Is the sex supposed to cement the characters' relationship? Is it a casual release? Is it the breaking point? The purpose of the scene often dictates the best approach to its portrayal.</span> <div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">In Earth Angel, I wanted the sex scenes to further the characters' relationships. Prince Dzhok (who goes by Jack) is a Qpiad (often misspelled as "cupid" in Earthside English). "Make love,</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">not war" is central to</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> his</span><span style="font-size: large;"> persona. He makes loves often, with over 1980 offspring. The Qpiad are human appearing humanoids with one significant distinguishing ability. They are always a perfect sexual fit for their partners, regardless of size,</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">species, or color. Jack takes his lovemaking very seriously, and is an All-Realms master of the simultaneous orgasm. Accordingly, with Jack, it was important to focus on his techniques. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Salash, Jack's oldest friend and lover, the mother of 22 of his children,</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">is a full blooded High Sidhe. The High Sidhe are extremely flexible. When an Earthside gymnast scores a "10", the judges should always check for High Sidhe blood. With Salash, I needed to show her flexibility.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Having identified the purpose of the sex scene, the next decision is the lexicon. The mechanics of any sex scene, whether M-F, F-F, or M-M are going to be pretty much the same. Tactile stimulation is followed by some form of penetration in one or more orifices. But the word choices one uses to describe the process are the key. Identify your target, the mind, the groin, or both, and attack.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Mind: In one sense this is both the easiest and the hardest target. The more that is left to the imagination, the greater the attack on the mind. "He undid another button, then kicked the door shut....Mary woke the next morning..." In this case, the sex is entirely inferential, and may be as hot and kinky or as quick and vanilla as the reader chooses. However, if you truly wish to engage the reader's mind, then be prepared to show the reader everything that happened once the door closed. Describe the mounting sensations, the distended time, and the cataclysmic finale. Focus on anything and everything except the actual physical act,</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">except as may be necessary to describe the next round of sensations. Use metaphors and similies rather than descriptions of the physical act.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Groin: This is probably the easiest approach. Just call it like you see it. Describe the participants' physical attributes in as much detail as you desire, then focus on the mechanics. Be sure to add telling sound effects.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Both: This one is a bit trickier. You need to handle this like a sports broadcast. Part of you needs to write the play by play, while another part provides the "color". </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">That said, here's a quickie from Earth Angel:</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">As Salash climbed back onto the bed, Jack flipped over on top of Brunhilde, and slowly guided himself inside her. Although Brunhilde stood a full head taller than Jack, he had no trouble filling her, much to her pleasant surprise. In fact, she remarked that next to Thor, he was probably the largest she had ever had, and she never would have guessed from looking him over just before he got into the bath.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_sUiu3y9I95gzSnEQ0Q7pVpBeswoYoBuyu6_hAlBHBqQmCG-2CJBq3mmDec9h0m-XkY_5TGZqSsnPFgq9RU9mew-bLzMq5Cu_pg9vvFNU8IOxOYXBA3l0GNzjRIfjHMxRshobyTQqHw/s1600/Earth+Angel+cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_sUiu3y9I95gzSnEQ0Q7pVpBeswoYoBuyu6_hAlBHBqQmCG-2CJBq3mmDec9h0m-XkY_5TGZqSsnPFgq9RU9mew-bLzMq5Cu_pg9vvFNU8IOxOYXBA3l0GNzjRIfjHMxRshobyTQqHw/s400/Earth+Angel+cover.jpg" width="250" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">He did not take offense at the comparison. He knew he could be larger than Thor if he so chose. He preferred his current size, which was a custom fit to Brunhilde’s hot, wet passage. Salash placed her hands on either side of Brunhilde‘s head, then pressed herself up into a handstand with her legs straight and together. She then slowly bent at the waist into an inverted pike position until she formed a perfect inverted “L”, with her legs parallel to Brunhilde’s body, extending just slightly over Jack’s head. Whenever a human gymnast scores a perfect “10”, the officials should always check for Sidhe blood―but they never do. Salash opened her legs, extended her tongue, and slowly bent her arms until her legs rested on Jack’s shoulders.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Brunhilde had time for a quick “Showoff!” before Salash’s tongue was in her mouth. Jack leaned forward and began tonguing Salash, while vigorously pumping Brunhilde until they all came simultaneously. Let Thor try to pull that one off!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for letting me ramble.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Charlie</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">EARTH ANGEL By CHARLIE KENMORE</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">charliekenmore@gmail.com</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">http://charliekenmore.blogspot.com/</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Blurb: There are seven parallel worlds known as the Seven Realms which are separated by a Veil. Six are inhabited by all manner of entities, some natural, some not. That may not be the case for much longer. The first portion of the High Sidhe Prophecy of the Sevens has been fulfilled. The Anarch, who is one with the Veil, has escaped. If she chooses, she can part or drop the Veil or she can lift the Veil in its entirety. The Seven Realms will converge. The laws of physics and magic will collide head on. Unless she is stopped,there will be nothing left.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Queen Amura has called for an assembly of the signatories to the High Sidhe's Second Accords, a multi-realm peace treaty to consider how to deal with the threat of the Anarch. An Earthside TechnoWitch and other dark forces also are seeking to control the Anarch. Prince Dzhok (Jack), High Sidhe Ambassador Salash (Jack's oldest friendand lover), and Valkyrie Brunhilde set out to find and befriend the Anarch before all is lost.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Purchase Links: http://www.damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615724840 (you have toregister-free)</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">http://www.amazon.com/Earth-Angel-ebook/dp/B005KMQAA2/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1315450669&sr=1-1</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">*************</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am a 52 year old professional from St. Louis, Missouri with one very significant other(A.K.A. "Alexx Momcat"), two grown kids, and two cats. I enjoy collecting books, art and cooking. But with my double and triple stacked bookshelves sagging, I look forward to the new era of e-publishing. An avid garage sale hunter, I am still searching for an oil painting by Edouard Leon Cortes (or anything from the Drip and Drool School like Pollack or Rothko that can be sold so I can buy my Cortes).</span></div>Alexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154519785934645793.post-72807812409994727402011-11-17T12:21:00.000-08:002011-11-17T12:39:53.779-08:00Contest and Guest blog “GET NAKED” BY FREYA DUQUESNE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwv8g-xw598axPIT10kNuff4X2flzdWDyp8xvTr-E1o0pfgxzkG3-AfX0iTxL9lqrRdibL9wJ2B93pMsAdS9sM_-mHHxKRfgP2Q6a3qXmQkRRbMAzeXZi45zczNZXNR_bUQfJh9yVGpg/s1600/eyes-websize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwv8g-xw598axPIT10kNuff4X2flzdWDyp8xvTr-E1o0pfgxzkG3-AfX0iTxL9lqrRdibL9wJ2B93pMsAdS9sM_-mHHxKRfgP2Q6a3qXmQkRRbMAzeXZi45zczNZXNR_bUQfJh9yVGpg/s400/eyes-websize.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>A disclaimer for anyone considering writing erotica:</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I’ve heard it said that you have to “get naked” to write good fiction. Usually, what is meant is that you have to be willing to expose your own emotions, to bleed on the page, for the sake of bringing authenticity and honesty to the story. And it’s true. Good stories always come from within, no matter what fireworks and explosions are happening from without. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>But!</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>In the case of writing erotica, I am finding that one must “get naked” in pretty much every sense of the phrase. You start out thinking, “Oh, anyone can write about sex. No big deal. It’s the ubiquitous human activity. There are plenty of ways to write it without getting too personal.”</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>You fool yourself into thinking you can write good sex and keep your privacy too. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>So you settle in and start creating your story world. You breathe life into these characters who are deeper and sexier and far more troubled than you will ever be. Larger than life—proving that maybe size does matter after all, at least in personas if not in penises. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>You give them all the right parts they need to be memorable heroes and heroines. No, not <i>those</i> parts, darling. Really! </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Well…yes, okay, those parts too, but what I was actually referring to was their personalities. (I know, everyone says that, and no one ever really means it.) </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Do they have inner conflicts, goals, desires? How do they conflict with other characters? What is the main problem they have to solve? What is the “ticking clock” that is pressuring them for time?</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>In short, a plot. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Yes, even in erotica—at least the kind I write—there are fully developed characters and a humdinger of a plot. (Did I really just use the word “humdinger”? Good lord.) </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>And then, you sit down and start to write. The characters come to life, the plot is churning. And it is time…</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>…to write sex.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The screen is white and blank. The cursor is blinking. The characters are waiting. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The pressure is mounting. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Write. Something. Sexy.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>And your good intentions crumble. You reach for what you know, what is familiar. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>That certain move your lover makes? Write it.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The way you feel when…yeah, put that in too.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Anything to banish the blank screen. Anything to get the scene moving along.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>And suddenly, you realize the great cosmic joke that’s been played on you. When they said you’d have to get naked—they meant it. There’s no way to write sex authentically without involving yourself. There’s no such thing as privacy, any more than there is when you write drama or comedy or fantasy. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>To be a writer, to tell a gripping story means exposing yourself, your heart, your sexuality, your emotions. Even if the story itself is the farthest thing from autobiographical, it still requires the author to strip down and bare it all. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>You know readers will love it. You know you’ll take their breath away. For a few moments, you’ll transport them to your world, make them long to live there. That knowledge, that goddess-like ability—it’s euphoric. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>And that’s why you’ll do it. You’ll toss aside the inhibitions and the naïve assumptions of privacy. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>To fill up that screen.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>To make the scene come alive.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>To savor the moment when your reader says, “Oh my god. That was amazing. I was THERE. Hurry and write another!”</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>What is a little exposure, a little privacy lost, compared to that? Just warning you, darling. Nakedness happens. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>And you’ll love it.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
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</div>Alexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154519785934645793.post-57369596076475639692011-11-10T13:54:00.000-08:002011-11-10T13:54:01.964-08:00A Dog’s Life. Blog post By Mel Comley<div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span></div><div> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZog_7urFu3Jm06t945wMieYThxATDVXDvEjBDovvo6LQfRAkxw5YTxJw8hFD8Dyv2LFHnpXEyfgkJnzk3gnIZAQNJzQscJplg255q0YI6DpDnBaU4-ptCFs-fOhkM_JEiHI7DdXZw0w/s1600/DSCF0059+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZog_7urFu3Jm06t945wMieYThxATDVXDvEjBDovvo6LQfRAkxw5YTxJw8hFD8Dyv2LFHnpXEyfgkJnzk3gnIZAQNJzQscJplg255q0YI6DpDnBaU4-ptCFs-fOhkM_JEiHI7DdXZw0w/s320/DSCF0059+%25283%2529.jpg" width="199" /></a></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I’ve released a novellette in ebook format, with the intention of sending all the royalties to a Dog Rescue Charity that is close to my heart.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>About a year before we left England, we met a wonderful lady called Sheila Tremellen. We’d just come back from a holiday in Florida and discovered one of our dogs, ‘Lady’ had died in the boarding kennels.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Devastated, and needing to find another companion for our other dog ‘Angel’ I bought the local paper and saw Sheila’s number being advertised.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-YjPunwEch0UrZpiM0wv38rZ-ul5hUgsP1qfz6BlBZ-aPnNW7r0b9sXwwchQK-7MDhxSh9aMITRyxguFEWlbh7s6TognIXN1lH2_z1WR7edYz1_qu9v9IaNVN1F8RKAImxpUCcPO4zg/s1600/Dogs+life+large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-YjPunwEch0UrZpiM0wv38rZ-ul5hUgsP1qfz6BlBZ-aPnNW7r0b9sXwwchQK-7MDhxSh9aMITRyxguFEWlbh7s6TognIXN1lH2_z1WR7edYz1_qu9v9IaNVN1F8RKAImxpUCcPO4zg/s320/Dogs+life+large.jpg" width="198" /></a></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>When I rang her we clicked immediately, she invited me to her beautiful old cottage, which had a small kennel attached at the side, where she cared for the abandoned dogs she rescued. Sheila showed us a litter of border collies that had been found abandoned in a box. I was immediately drawn to the runt of the litter, the only male in the pack, who was picked on by his sisters. We named him Henry and he now features prominently in my books. </b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Almost ten months later we moved to France, but we’ve never lost contact with Sheila. Every Christmas she sends a lengthy newsletter to the people who’ve adopted one of her dogs, highlighting the dogs she has saved and re-homed during the current year. I was so proud of her achievements when, in 2002 Sheila won a BBC UK Animal Award for her charity work. Then in 2006, her work got the recognition it deserves when she was awarded an MBE by the Queen. Over the years Sheila has saved a staggering 1040 dogs.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>From the minute I met Sheila, I knew I had to help out in some way, but donating a small amount to her charity at Christmas wasn’t enough for me. Unlike other charities out there, I know that every penny donated goes to the dogs in Sheila’s care. </b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Therefore, I have decided that all the royalties I make from selling my story about the plight of ex-racing greyhounds, will be winging its way to PUPS charity in Worcester.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="" name="_GoBack"></a> So I’m urging people to buy the book at: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dogs-Lorne-Simpkins-novellette-ebook/dp/B0063CCIA4">http://www.amazon.com/Dogs-Lorne-Simpkins-novellette-ebook/dp/B0063CCIA4</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dogs-Lorne-Simpkins-novellette-ebook/dp/B0063CCIA4">http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dogs-Lorne-Simpkins-novellette-ebook/dp/B0063CCIA4</a><br />
<a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/101925">http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/101925</a></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">But if you’d like to make further donations to this worthy cause please contact me at my email address: impjust AT orange DOT fr and I’ll put you in touch with Sheila. </div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div>Alexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154519785934645793.post-59312899585271733882011-10-31T16:06:00.000-07:002011-10-31T16:53:29.597-07:00Leather and Pleasure By Jennifer Labelle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="im"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXttdikvHlpCw0EvF2I5vFrD8WjK_Ae6OCVPqKXJ55dYSn2zcFHxVQ0i84857nA8miW5TcXx73eUOhVnG-VOjrAUNt2v_7XQyADy6IlZxK0XiE_pd3tltOLHZ3EQ6UYMTDrHzuOaO-A/s1600/Leather_and_Pleasure_200_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXttdikvHlpCw0EvF2I5vFrD8WjK_Ae6OCVPqKXJ55dYSn2zcFHxVQ0i84857nA8miW5TcXx73eUOhVnG-VOjrAUNt2v_7XQyADy6IlZxK0XiE_pd3tltOLHZ3EQ6UYMTDrHzuOaO-A/s400/Leather_and_Pleasure_200_300.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Blurb:</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Rowan Avery Walker is planning to surprise her husband after ten years of marriage. On their anniversary she decides to enact one of his most desired fantasies, and there's no traditional night out on the town for this couple. She's no stranger to role play, and when it comes to bedroom pleasures she likes to walk on the wild side. Ryder has never loved his wife more, and has a feeling that it'll be a night to remember. Starting off with unique gifts that peak his curiosity, his suspicions are confirmed when they pull up to their favorite members-only club. Where desire lives, fantasies are enacted, and the words Leather and Pleasure take on a whole new meaning. Rowan makes it an anniversary he’ll never forget.</b></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRvMurxLlnpc54ej1Ji1f4ajecdoWF7fn1yr4WqcOePr1XTGcXIiyzcM58qGIxuU2ytCRHmvWFqtymd7mfA1NTAotcELKuIrhL4UrYZk6fZXToHA73uOSMN7zynQx3elMjU69LoTKUw/s1600/When_Sparks_Ignite_200_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRvMurxLlnpc54ej1Ji1f4ajecdoWF7fn1yr4WqcOePr1XTGcXIiyzcM58qGIxuU2ytCRHmvWFqtymd7mfA1NTAotcELKuIrhL4UrYZk6fZXToHA73uOSMN7zynQx3elMjU69LoTKUw/s1600/When_Sparks_Ignite_200_300.jpg" /></a><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;">Review:<br />
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Jennifer LaBelle is a talented author with a unique voice. I went into this knowing it had some M/M scenes which is not my usual genre of choice. This story is so well written that I did not see this as a focus. True love is the focus of this short story. Rowan plans on giving her husband of ten years the gift of his dreams. What man, or woman for that matter, wouldn't love that? The passion plays out in a most unique way, so that you can see the happiness, the pure love Ryder, Rowan's husband has for this phenomenal woman! </span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Lifestyle that plays out here is not for everyone, but with my darker voyeuristic side, I was exceptionally turned on. I could picture myself and my partner watching the action between Rowan and Ryder and having a bit of "play" ourselves. The intensity of the interactions left me wanting more. <br />
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Rowan's character was strong, yet knew when to give. I could imagine being her because she was so well written. Ryder's voice was interesting, and left me wanting to know more about him. He is strong, and submissive. I was intrigued. <br />
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Jennifer, keep writing these yummy bites! They make great bedtime reading before crawling into bed, living room or any other place with the one you want! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">5 of 5 shooting stars. Now to go find my Hubby. See you later! </span><br />
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<a href="http://www.jenniferlabelle.com/">http://www.jenniferlabelle.com/</a>Alexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154519785934645793.post-60918483245928666522011-10-26T12:41:00.000-07:002011-10-26T12:41:31.151-07:00A TASTE OF BLOOD DOLL BY SIOBHAN KINKAID<div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">Good morning! It’s a beautiful day in author-land. </span></strong></span></b></span> </div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">First of all, thanks a million to Alexx for inviting me to play on your blog! I can’t tell you how excited I am to be here, especially to share some shameless self-promotion.</span></strong></span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizoSRSx_sQ2gF7Y6th5lm222bxq5gwoxvpnb64oRT9XW-6fmO4C9uE4WY7Y-Z_N9xUcX1b4dy2hYlAwQvRIwaWXl5035ui08olcWtbcfmdwXcs8-pqXiizG7HtrmXUnuKjt8ebizmJuw/s1600/SH_Blood+Doll_LG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizoSRSx_sQ2gF7Y6th5lm222bxq5gwoxvpnb64oRT9XW-6fmO4C9uE4WY7Y-Z_N9xUcX1b4dy2hYlAwQvRIwaWXl5035ui08olcWtbcfmdwXcs8-pqXiizG7HtrmXUnuKjt8ebizmJuw/s640/SH_Blood+Doll_LG.jpg" width="420" /></a></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">My upcoming release, </span></strong><strong><i>Blood Doll</i></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">, is an erotic paranormal adventure, just in time for Halloween. We have vampires and blood and action, all rolled up into one nice, neat little package.</span></strong></span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">The hero in this story, Christian, is a bit on the unconventional side. He’s a vampire, but he’s not one of those sparkly ones that doesn’t eat people. No…he likes his blood, and he likes his women, and he isn’t afraid to mix the two. I don’t know about everyone else, but I prefer my blood-suckers to actually suck blood. And the messier they are when they eat, the better.</span></strong></span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">Below, you’ll find a blurb and excerpt from the story, and if you like that, feel free to stop by just about any online bookseller on October 29</span></strong><strong><sup><span style="font-weight: normal;">th</span></sup></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> and pick up a copy. If you’re lucky, you might catch me at The Romance Studio’s Spookapalooza, running October 28-31, where I’ll be giving away a kindle copy of </span></strong><strong><i>Blood Doll </i></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">to one lucky commenter.</span></strong></span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">For more about me, look here: </span></strong><span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="http://www.facebook.com/siobhan.kinkade" target="_blank">Facebook</a></u></span> | <span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="http://www.twitter.com/siobhankinkade" target="_blank">Twitter</a></u></span> | <span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="http://siobhankinkade.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Blog</a></u></span></span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><strong><u>Coming October 29, 2011</u></strong><br />
<em>Sugar & Spice Press</em></span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">~+Paranormal Erotic Romance+~</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><i>~+Blurb+~</i></span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">Lana Roberts has come to Boston searching for her twin sister, Sarah. The last place Sarah was seen is an underground club called The Mausoleum. Not realizing what she has gotten herself into, Lana enters, only to find herself in the company of a seductively frightening vampire named Christian Sterling – the only creature in the place that wants to help her. But there’s one problem.</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">Lana is still human.</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">If she goes back into The Mausoleum, she’ll be killed, but Christian has a plan…if he can only convince her to go along with it. Can a pair of Halloween costumes, the sexy stranger she has found herself falling for, and a little bit of unorthodox behavior save the day? And just how long can Lana keep telling herself she doesn’t want him?</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <b></b></span> </div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><i>~+Excerpt+~</i></span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">Careful,” a deep voice said, and strong hands banded around her upper arms to steady her. She looked down at those hands and with manic glee noticed manicured fingernails, slightly longer than she was used to seeing on a man. “You aren’t from around here,” he continued, and she jumped, startled by the sound of his voice so close to her ear. She shook her head as he turned her around, and for a moment that same flicker of recognition she saw from the doorman passed over his features.</span></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">He, however, was an exquisite specimen—tall and slender, with just the right amount of muscle to fill out the black Lycra shirt that clung to him. A pair of baggy jeans hung from his hips, but she never made it to his feet to see if he was wearing sneakers or boots. At that point, he could have had cloven hooves and she would not have noticed.</span></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">His eyes captured her gaze and held her rapt. Ice blue orbs, flecked with amber and bits of red, stared back at her. His hair was cut into a messy Mohawk, the majority of it dyed blue, nearly the same shade as his eyes. A long, pointed nose sat in the center of his face between a pair of high, softly rounded cheekbones, and his thick, full lips turned up at the corners into a welcoming smile.</span></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">You must be Lana,” he said, and the sound of her name on this stranger’s tongue immediately sobered her. </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><i>This man knows Sarah…</i></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"> The smile never left his face, even as he confirmed her thought. “Sarah talks about you a lot.” </span></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"> </span></b></span> </div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">Where is she?” Lana asked, and his grip tightened on her arms. He took a step closer. He glanced around one time, then lowered his mouth to hear ear again. </span></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"> </span></b></span> </div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">Do not ask questions,” he instructed. “They can hear you. Follow my lead and do as I say because you are in danger. You should not have come here.”</span></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">Where is my sister?” Lana asked again despite his warning. He drew back, and his icy gaze turned to steel. He shook his head and raised one finger to his lips, then skimmed his palm down her arm and took her hand in his.</span></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><i>Not here,</i></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"> he mouthed, and towed her into the roiling, dancing crowd. His gaze stayed high, watching all around them as he turned and pulled her hard against him. Warning bells went off in her head, telling her that this man knew something she didn’t. He’d said she was in danger; did that mean Sarah was the cause of it?</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">The people around them adjusted their positions to accommodate for her presence, but otherwise took no notice of them when he spun her in a quick circle. He tugged her close again and began to move, and through the fog in her brain she realized that he was dancing with her.</span></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">Who are you?” she questioned as his hands slid over her waist and up her back. The touch was so unusual, uninvited but not unenjoyed. If the situation hadn’t frightened her so much, she would have thought he was flirting with her, and it had been quite a while since she’d had an attractive man do so. </span></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"> </span></b></span> </div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">The corners of his lips turned up slightly, and he watched her with unnerving intensity. His skin was cool to the touch, and though she was nose to nose with him, Lana had no idea how old he might be. </span></b></span> </div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">Not important right now,” he whispered into her ear. He seemed as interested in feeling her up as he did watching the wings…not that she minded so much. “I can help you, but you have to dance. And be prepared to run.”</span></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">Thank you so much for sharing this with us Siobhan! I can't wait to read this one. </span></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"> </span></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"> </span></b></span></div>Alexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154519785934645793.post-82942602146821438702011-10-12T19:25:00.000-07:002011-10-12T19:37:23.796-07:00Life Changes Post by Kathleen Grieve<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">First, I’d like to thank you so much for inviting me here today! I thought I would talk a bit about how life changes. We age and the experiences we live through shape us into who we are. Its how we deal with those experiences is how each person is different.</span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">In my book, Dating 911, my firefighter hero, Jett Avery has lost his best friend in a fire they were working. He has a lot of guilt and blames himself for the events that happened that fateful night and this leads to a case of posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD). He suffers nightmares, panic attacks, and a severe depression. </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"> </span></b> </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">When doing research for the Phoenix Fire Department, Mike Sandulak a Division Chief with the PFD’s Public Affairs, told me that there are resources available to all of their firefighters who struggle with the stress of what they see on a daily basis. One such resource is a Critical Incident Debriefing Team. Not comfortable talking with a stranger about his problems, my hero being the stubborn man that he is decides to deal with his stress and grief his own way.</span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">Jett uses sex to assuage his PTSD. He never comes out and names what he is going through. Of course, it is only a short term remedy and by the time he meets my heroine, Roxanne Carter, the flashbacks and depression become almost too much to bear and he is desperate.</span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">So, my question to you today is this. How do you deal with life altering events in your life? Do you use the support that may be available to you? Or, do you have a slightly reckless streak in you like Jett?</span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">My book, Dating 911 is now available through Evernight Publishing at </span><span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">www.evernightpublishing.com</span></a></u></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">BLURB:</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivNWt9z6sOTtgEylUV6g9MfcjzA5UJWtG5COJbFMdepND0F6_7W8sXspnNYkq7NdroiT1r58tP5obxlL2H97yvjOHopg4WbSlwDC7UTCj1BHp98YSwLeQ6byNxTNYdv_osPLqWS85A4g/s1600/D911_MD+Cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivNWt9z6sOTtgEylUV6g9MfcjzA5UJWtG5COJbFMdepND0F6_7W8sXspnNYkq7NdroiT1r58tP5obxlL2H97yvjOHopg4WbSlwDC7UTCj1BHp98YSwLeQ6byNxTNYdv_osPLqWS85A4g/s400/D911_MD+Cover.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">Emergency room nurse, Roxanne Carter is a loser-magnet wishing she could enjoy her single life. Commiserating with girlfriends over butterscotch martinis creates the idea of The Dating Manifesto--a not so scientific research project which promises to point the way to dating success. While gathering data to find the most suitable single men available, she wades through a series of unsavory, stale dates, which literally places her back at ground zero. Just when she is ready to give up, sin personified in the form of sexy firefighter Jett Avery, arrives tainting all of her previous data. <br />
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A traumatic warehouse fire, in which firefighter Jett Avery's closest friend dies, has him suffering from Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. Attempting to stave off the worst of his depression, he decides to use his brand of therapy...Sex. The remedy has lost luster until he encounters ER nurse Roxanne Carter. <br />
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The pursuit of Roxanne by Jett's twin brother, Doctor Cruz Avery, complicates her research and interferes with Jett's therapy. Does Roxanne choose the brother who by analysis is the perfect match? Or the broken, dark and irresistible one?</span></span></b></span></div><div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
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<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">EXCERPT:</span></span></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 0.3in; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><i><span style="color: #3d3535;"><span lang="en">She held up her hands, palms facing toward him. “Stop. This is a hospital. Not some stupid television show where the medical staff is always making out in a closet. I work here. Don’t even think about it!”</span></span></i></span></b></span></div><div></div><div style="line-height: 0.3in; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><i><span style="color: #3d3535;"><span lang="en">Jett closed the distance between them until her hands pressed against his chest, searing their imprint through the thin cotton of his T-shirt. He grasped her fingers and lifted them to his mouth, licking the sensitive tips with his tongue one by one. Heat filled her eyes and she trembled. </span></span></i></span></b></span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="line-height: 0.3in; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <b><i><span style="color: #3d3535;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span lang="en">You feel the pull, too. Don’t you?” he asked, dropping her hand. </span></span></span></i></b></span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="line-height: 0.3in; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><i><span style="color: #3d3535;"><span lang="en">Jett slid his hands to her waist, and molded her against his erection. A perfect fit. Her sharp intake of breath as she shook her head told him all he needed to know. He smiled. Satisfaction filled him. </span></span></i></span></b></span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="line-height: 0.3in; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <b><i><span style="color: #3d3535;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span lang="en">Liar. Shake your head in denial all you want, but I can see the reflection mirrored in your eyes, and feel the powerful draw when I touch you,” he said in a husky tone. He rubbed his stiff cock against her stomach. The intensity of his desire eliminated all reason. </span></span></span></i></b></span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="line-height: 0.3in; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><i><span style="color: #3d3535;"><span lang="en">Jett buried his face in her neck and breathed in her sweetness. “Hmm. Today you smell like chocolate.” His tongue traced the delicate shell of her ear as his hands stroked her bare arms. “But you taste like honey.”</span></span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="line-height: 0.3in; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><i><span style="color: #3d3535;"><span lang="en">Her knees bent and he placed his leg between hers to support her. On the brink of total insanity, he continued his light exploration. His hand skimmed her torso, and skirted the side of her breast. With slow, deliberate care, he let his fingertips graze her collarbone on the way to grasp the back of her neck. Another tremor rippled through her.</span></span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="line-height: 0.3in; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><i><span style="color: #3d3535;"><span lang="en">God, she felt so damn good.</span></span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="line-height: 0.3in; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><i><span style="color: #3d3535;"><span lang="en">She tilted her chin and her head rested in his open palm. “Jett,” her sultry voice caused his penis to throb. “This is not a good idea. Anyone could come in here and….” </span></span></i></span></b></span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="line-height: 0.3in; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><i><span style="color: #3d3535;"><span lang="en">He pushed his thigh against her crotch. She inhaled sharply, desire deepening the blue of her eyes. “You were saying?”</span></span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="line-height: 0.3in; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><i><span style="color: #3d3535;"><span lang="en">Her brow furrowed. “And…” </span></span></i></span></b></span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="line-height: 0.3in; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="color: #3d3535;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span lang="en">Intoxicating being a little naughty, isn’t it?” he rasped. He gently tugged her face closer to his. “Hmm. I believe you mentioned the other night that your most recent sexual exploits have been lacking. Let’s add something of interest for your science venture.”</span></span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 0.3in; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><i><span style="color: #3d3535;"><span lang="en"><span style="font-style: normal;">To learn more about me and my books, you can go to </span></span></span></i><span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="http://www.kathleengrieve.com/"><span lang="en">www.kathleengrieve.com</span></a></u></span><i><span style="color: #3d3535;"><span lang="en"><span style="font-style: normal;"> and I do post snippets of my works in progress at my blog, Keeping A Pulse On Life & Romance </span></span></span></i><span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="http://kathleengrieve.blogspot.com/"><span lang="en">http://kathleengrieve.blogspot.com</span></a></u></span><i><span style="color: #3d3535;"><span lang="en"><span style="font-style: normal;"> You can also follow me on Facebook and Twitter.</span></span></span></i></span></b></span></div><div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><i><span style="color: #3d3535;"><span lang="en"><span style="font-style: normal;"> I’m currently working on the sequel to Dating 911, titled Dating Impossible which is Doctor Cruz Avery’s story! On October 17th, I will be over at LASR as one of my characters writes about me. Also, I will be at The Romance Studio for my release party on October 20</span></span></span></i><i><span style="color: #3d3535;"><sup><span lang="en"><span style="font-style: normal;">th</span></span></sup></span></i><i><span style="color: #3d3535;"><span lang="en"><span style="font-style: normal;">. Stop by for a chance to win some great prizes! </span></span></span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 0.3in; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
</div>Alexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154519785934645793.post-47346407421082380162011-10-06T09:26:00.000-07:002011-10-06T09:37:17.746-07:00SPECIAL GUEST Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>"WHAT INSPIRES ME"</b></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="western" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">If there is one question I am asked most often it’s where do I get my ideas. I guess I should be flattered because I read once that Stephen King gets asked the same thing. He’s been known to tell his fans he gets them from an idea service for a small monthly fee but I believe he quit when they believed him. It’s hard to explain the process from a moment’s inspiration or the kernel of an idea and how I take it from that to a finished novel. Maybe that’s because I spun stories as long as I can remember. I made up tales about all kinds of things as a kid and spent most of the fifth grade writing my first novel in the back of my binder. Although it was an unashamed reprise of Margaret Mitchell’s classic <i>Gone With The Wind</i> through a ten year old girl’s eyes, it was a start. </span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> </span> </b></div><b style="color: #20124d;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> I expected <i>Witness Protection Program</i> to release from Rebel Ink Press on October 3 and it did, right on schedule. The next day, I realized that <i>A Time To Love, </i>my time travel romance that wasn’t due out until November was out too. So, a month early, I’ll talk about where the idea for <i>A Time To Love </i>came from and how it came to be.</span></b></div><b style="color: #20124d;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> Time travel always intrigued me and I often wished it could be possible. As a teen, I read a fascinating novel by Jack Finney called <i>Time And Again</i> that dealt with time travel and talked a lot about some of Einstein’s theories. Then my uncle Darrell, an avid reader of paranormal fiction of any kind, gave me a stack of paperbacks that included a novel called <i>The Mirror </i>by Marlys Millhouser. In it, a young contemporary woman went back in time and exchanged places with her grandmother who came forward. Trippy stuff but I loved it.</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="western" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-G5cdcv3kEBFPjfQvHlCLBPglArBqXOxKTwtf51KYtUAB0m5DaO3YDWRnmdN-hMC_Pnyw5TdaBiasvExcJy_JrdQE_qWnZK5zQJzMbGOIm2VZ0di4eWYsgsdLaZOBZfgm9Wd5MHfJg/s1600/ATimeToLove-EBOOK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-G5cdcv3kEBFPjfQvHlCLBPglArBqXOxKTwtf51KYtUAB0m5DaO3YDWRnmdN-hMC_Pnyw5TdaBiasvExcJy_JrdQE_qWnZK5zQJzMbGOIm2VZ0di4eWYsgsdLaZOBZfgm9Wd5MHfJg/s640/ATimeToLove-EBOOK.jpg" width="392" /></a><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> Most of my ideas start with a single image. For <i>A Time To Love</i> I envisioned a young woman on a beach during a serious thunderstorm. She’d walk out of the surf and from one time to another. I liked the idea but I hadn’t started writing it yet. A few years ago, my husband and I made the long trek down to Louisiana about four times a year. If you go south from Missouri to Shreveport, you travel the length of Arkansas and we did, often. On one trip I noticed a sign pointing up Rich Mountain to a “Queen Wilhelmina Lodge” and that intrigued me. On the return trip, we hit a big thunderstorm and came into Mena, Arkansas at the foot of the mountain when the storm clouds were so low they blanketed the town.</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="western" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> I decided right then my heroine wouldn’t be on a beach but out on a mountain. When we got home, I started writing the story and <i>A Time To Love</i> is the result. It’s actually half of the story – the finished manuscript was so long that I divided it. I hope, when time allows, finish the story and get it out in the world too.</span></b> <i><b> </b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> </span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Here’s the blurb and an excerpt from my just released time travel story:</span></b></i></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<div class="western" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Reclusive songwriter Samuel Baird lives on a remote Arkansas mountain in the Ouachita forest where he’s drinking his life away. The last thing he wants is a woman to complicate things but during a spectacular thunderstorm a woman arrives just in time to save his life. Annie says she’s from the late 1800’s and Samuel thinks she’s crazy. Even so, Annie manages to gain his attention and affection. In time she convinces him she did travel through time. To reach a happily ever after, Samuel and Annie must overcome several obstacles both past and present. Annie must reveal the secret she’s keeping and it’ll take a trip home to meet his family in Nashville to work out all the issues. The couple shares joy, tragedy, and family ties along the way.</span></b></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Excerpt:</span></b></i></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">She dried her hands and smoothed her hair before she approached Samuel. He appeared so deep in thought he failed to hear her step until she climbed up beside him. He glanced up with a start, face twisted with misery.</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">She didn’t think his trouble was physical but she asked anyway. “Don’t you feel well, dear?”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">I’m okay.” He lifted an arm to drape over her shoulders. “I just miss my brothers more than I thought I would. Makes me want a drink.”</span></b></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Samuel Baird!” Her outrage was real. “I wed one drunkard and I’ve no wish to be with another.”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Jesus, Annie.” He sounded more sad than angry. “I didn’t say I was going to have one. I’m not. Booze always dulled the pain and seeing them go home hurts.”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">He withdrew his arm and put his head down on his knees. She felt his pain in invisible waves that rocked the space between them.</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">I don’t expect you to understand.” His voice seemed muffled.</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">She reached out a tentative hand and put it on the back of his head.</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">I understand well enough. I miss my brothers and sisters very much. I’ll not see them again and I must live with that.”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">He didn’t answer for a few moments and his silence hurt. She removed her hand, prepared to leave him alone with his misery when he raised his head and spoke. “I’m sorry that you’ve lost all your family, sugar. I really am. I’m not much good and I don’t know why you want me but I want you, Annie.”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">He was earnest as his worried eyes searched her face and she realized what she’d mistaken for indifference was not. “Do you, Samuel?”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Yes.” With one arm, he drew her close so that his voice was warm in her ear. “You’re goin’ have to be patient with me. I’m not used to having </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"><i>anybody</i></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> around. Hell, I didn’t think I’d be with a woman again. However, I want to be with you, sugar, more than anything. I feel a little shy, though, and I don’t know why.”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">His words soothed her and she snuggled against his shoulder. “I do, too, Samuel.”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Good. I’m glad it’s not just me. Can you sing?”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"><i>Sing</i></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">?</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"><i>” </i></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">His question astonished her. One moment he made sweet talk and then changed directions with such speed, she felt lost.</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Sing. You know, songs, hymns. You sang to me when I w</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">as sick, didn’t you?”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">She felt heat in her cheeks as she blushed. She didn’t think he remembered. “Yes.”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">So you sing?”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“’</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Twas the first time in some years that I sang.” It was a struggle to explain but she made the effort. “We sang at home when I was growing up, though, in the fields while we worked, in the evenings, and on Sundays.”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">The bitter years with Jake had leached all music from her heart and since her return to Rich Mountain, she had never sung, not until she sang to Samuel.</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Let’s go inside and sing, then.”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">She could find no reason to object so she nodded. Inside, he took down his Gibson from the wall and strummed it.</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">I think I told you I’m a songwriter, didn’t I?”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">You did though I didn’t quite understand it.”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">I write a few songs. A company up to Nashville publishes them--like sheet music--and then a singer records them. If the song gets played a lot on the radio and sells a lot of CDs, then I get some of the money.”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Radio?” She repeated the unfamiliar word. “Is it like the tee-vee?”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Not quite. I don’t know how to explain radio to you except to say it’s like television but without the pictures. Would you like to hear my songs?”</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> He strummed and fiddled with the guitar until it sounded in tune. She watched the way his fingers moved across the strings and felt a frisson of anticipation down her back as she imagined those fingers on her skin.</span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">I don’t suppose you’ve heard anyone play guitar before,” he said.</span></b></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">I did once.” She had but she wasn’t prepared to tell him it was in the parlor at Miss Laura’s. Samuel had no idea that she’d spent several weeks in a bawdy house and she didn’t intend to tell him.</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Oh, okay.” He sounded surprised. “Well, sing something. I used to be good enough I could play along with anyone’s voice, follow it. I don’t play as much as I used to but I’ll try.”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">A strange shyness made her want to refuse but she felt such a pull toward Samuel that she nodded. She didn’t have to choose a song because an old one, sung to her by her grandmother back in Texas, came to her lips. Her rich alto rose and he played along, his chords framing her voice with sound.</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Sing another.”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Because she felt happy, she obliged, this time with another old folk song, a childhood favorite called “The Stuttering Lovers.” As she watched his hands move over the guitar, she became aroused. Sweet little shivers rushed through her body. Sexual tension made her uneasy but she finished the song.</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"><i>He kissed her on the cheek, my lad,</i></span></b></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"><i>He kissed her on the chin.</i></span></b></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"><i>Ah, don’t be kissin’ me, merry lad,</i></span></b></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"><i>I fear it ’tis a s-s-sin, me lad,</i></span></b></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"><i>I fear it ’tis a sin.</i></span></b></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"><i>Well he kissed her once</i></span></b></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"><i>And he kissed her twice</i></span></b></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"><i>He kissed her ten times o’er,</i></span></b></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"><i>It’s nice to be kissin’ bonny wee lass</i></span></b></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"><i>That’s never been kissed b-b-before, me lads,</i></span></b></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"><i>That’s never been kissed before.”</i></span></b></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b> </div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Samuel’s fingers faltered and he stopped playing before the song ended. He laid the guitar aside and came to her, then pulled her to her feet.</span></b></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">I want to kiss</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"><i> you.”</i></span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">“’</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Twould be no sin at all.”</span></b></div><div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="western" style="color: #4c1130; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Inches apart, she swayed toward him as she spoke, lips parted. He bent forward and kissed her with urgent hunger, his mouth greedy on hers. The world exploded around her as sensations traveled to every region of her body. His mouth was warm against hers but she felt hot, burning hot. Her nipples hardened and protruded until she knew he could feel them. His hands moved over her body and he ended the kiss with an unspoken query. His eyes were dark, alive with vital emotion and passion. She looked into them and surrendered without a fight.</span></b></div><b style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
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</div><div></div></div>Alexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154519785934645793.post-45769607039674883442011-09-28T13:34:00.000-07:002011-09-28T13:34:39.555-07:00My Sex Bucket List By Dawne Prochilo<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; widows: 2;"> <b><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">At some point in our life's we've had sexual fantasies that haven't been fulfilled. Perhaps sex in a public place...sex with multiple partners at once...role-playing...rough and tough down and dirty sex or maybe joining the Mile-High Club. Whatever the fantasy is, what has held you back from living it? What makes it so difficult to cross it off your list?</span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; widows: 2;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; widows: 2;"> <b><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">Today...I shall share Part 1 of my Sexual Bucket List. These are certain sexual fantasies that have lived in my head for years. I've imagined them vividly. I've fallen asleep thinking of how certain sexual positions and experiences would make me feel. The release and anticipation... mmmm, let's continue on with the unveiling of Dawne's Sexual Bucket List-</span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; widows: 2;"><b> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </div><ul style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5y6PfNP6C4r5aL8xxTe1JNMpGHsUG8CJ0wNYcxuR1R-f3b_cNmwfoKfeOj-OvJ3fj_Lwf9D26cxadua0hgHDZPnddeELS4hEwlFZ4_zdZf3TCnEg5pfk8HGrTXA4xEmyhYALxyqf1xg/s1600/51EyTRKVOzL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5y6PfNP6C4r5aL8xxTe1JNMpGHsUG8CJ0wNYcxuR1R-f3b_cNmwfoKfeOj-OvJ3fj_Lwf9D26cxadua0hgHDZPnddeELS4hEwlFZ4_zdZf3TCnEg5pfk8HGrTXA4xEmyhYALxyqf1xg/s200/51EyTRKVOzL.jpg" width="151" /></a></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <b><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I want that come hither look like the model in this picture...and while we're at it...I want that negligee too.</span></b></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"> </span></b></div></li>
</ul><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </div><ul style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><li><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <b><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">Now I've done this one before (just not with the right person who knew what they were doing), so I want a do-over. A silk scarf gently restraining my wrists while my partner goes down on me, pleasures me until I'm pleading for him to make love to me.</span></b></div></li>
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</span> </b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </div><ul style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><li><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <b><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I want a pearl necklace- won't even discuss this past situation- I need to protect the stupid and inexperienced. </span></b></div></li>
</ul><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </div><ul style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><li><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <b><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I would LOVE to give a blow job while my partner is driving down the road. Picture it- late at night, a romantic evening out...what could make the night end with a "BANG" then this one- could be on his Bucket List too.</span></b></div></li>
</ul><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; widows: 2;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"></span> </b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </div><ul style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYvwAj3HIA50fZDBaAqY9ZrCnmhSAEni24eMwd9bwcmp8KjJvc3ghDzF87vS8oJq2y9RBwggvi_g1SU-lM6MgxbFY7js7jTTDWP4K6Jut3BBictVDgMBCwM86ORAFRvj0XC4Bwt0twWw/s1600/mens-police-shirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYvwAj3HIA50fZDBaAqY9ZrCnmhSAEni24eMwd9bwcmp8KjJvc3ghDzF87vS8oJq2y9RBwggvi_g1SU-lM6MgxbFY7js7jTTDWP4K6Jut3BBictVDgMBCwM86ORAFRvj0XC4Bwt0twWw/s200/mens-police-shirt.jpg" width="170" /></a></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <b><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">This one's not really role playing...but, ladies, how many of you have fantasizes about a man in uniform? I have...would love to seduce my guy wearing nothing more than a policeman's uniform shirt. Not buttoned, exposing the curvature of my breasts, my long hair seductively positioned... I think he would like this one too. Another win-win for us.</span></b></div></li>
</ul><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; widows: 2;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"></span> </b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; widows: 2;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; widows: 2;"> <b><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">Well here it is, Part 1 of Dawne's Sexual Bucket List. I know I've forgotten a few so tune in for Part 2.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; widows: 2;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; widows: 2;"> <span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">*Now let's see which one I can cross off until next month- any takers?*</span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; widows: 2;"><br />
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</div><div style="line-height: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> F/F/M will be released in an anthology with Romance Divine and her seventh book, His Holiday Seduction, </span></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">an erotic M/F, will be released in October 2011 also with Romance Divine and a short novella with Rebel Ink</span></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> is scheduled for an October 3 release. Her first novel, On Her Own, is being re-released with Secret </span></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
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</div><div style="line-height: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: large;"><span lang="zxx"><u><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></u></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: large;"><span lang="zxx"><u><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></u></span></span></div>Alexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154519785934645793.post-34862762591891037652011-09-22T15:05:00.000-07:002011-09-22T15:10:30.928-07:00Guest Post By Author Ken Charles "Fairy Tales, Myths and Erotica"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-g0J8jNnHfl7Ck41DcT2Gl7srKzKfdVDpb2wBFduF17CyRRIT2QPoeVWHpflxL4F867xcSq-YN0gXyJFE2lyBB2u6q2_KTv9WI5M58NqMwZqKwxXrn8s7ReDRbj3D63owLdFDNNg_Q/s1600/KenCharlesProfilePic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-g0J8jNnHfl7Ck41DcT2Gl7srKzKfdVDpb2wBFduF17CyRRIT2QPoeVWHpflxL4F867xcSq-YN0gXyJFE2lyBB2u6q2_KTv9WI5M58NqMwZqKwxXrn8s7ReDRbj3D63owLdFDNNg_Q/s320/KenCharlesProfilePic.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;"><b>“Once upon a time....” Those magical words immediately evoke special memories in many adults. Indeed, when was the last time you used the word “upon” in any other phrase? Like many readers, you've seen the word “upon” often enough in common phrases such as “due upon receipt”. But “due upon receipt” rarely evokes a smile, whereas it's hard to imagine “once upon a time” failing to elicit one. </b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> It's a writer's job to grab the reader's attention, and not relinquish it without a major fight. But what self respecting writer wants to begin a work with something as thread bare and worn as “once upon a time”? Sooth! The magic lies not in the words, but rather 'tis found in the genre. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> People are naturally drawn to fairy tales and myths. There are heroes, sorceresses, and fanciful creatures that do not appear in the financial pages. These tales give voice to long lost hopes and aspirations, and fantasies long forgotten while waiting for the 7:35 southbound. People also like sex. They think about it while waiting for the 7:35 southbound, while they're on the 7:35 southbound, and even after they disembark. So when a writer combines the heroes, sorceresses, and fanciful creatures with sex, then the reader is in for a rare treat.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> Fairy tale and mythological characters start out larger than life. The reader endows these characters, like Superman, with “powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men”, before the first word is written. So the reader both expects, and is a willing accomplice to, their extraordinary deeds and undertakings, including and especially sexual conquests.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> Why does a dashing prince fight a dragon to rescue the maiden from the tower? Really, the guy has a title, and probably some land and money. He can get laid any time he wants. If the writer just tells the story of the prince taking advantage of a chamber maid, then it's probably just “porn”. But saving the damsel in the tower, that's a challenge. It strokes the prince's ego and bolsters his masculinity. If he succeeds, then the music crescendos, and emotional investments develop between the reader and characters. Now we have erotica. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</b> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <b><span style="font-style: normal;">Thanks for letting me ramble, Alexx Momcat. </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="color: red; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-style: normal;">Thanks for this wonderful piece!</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></b></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"></div><div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div>Alexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154519785934645793.post-18481510574311836992011-08-16T17:17:00.000-07:002011-08-31T11:32:31.286-07:00Summer's Journey: Volume One - Losing Control<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Df8iR-h0d4HmqvwgypAkzizPBDq_tjCD0Z4AHbzfqAYpz_I5tmeu36FvTvzqmqKowUSZJbgK_C8fZKEUZN4z-9tvdUb6sAH03f125ICWHzCz3FldAYtDwnKCSuxgjXW0cd3FyGjW5Q/s1600/partone_final4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Df8iR-h0d4HmqvwgypAkzizPBDq_tjCD0Z4AHbzfqAYpz_I5tmeu36FvTvzqmqKowUSZJbgK_C8fZKEUZN4z-9tvdUb6sAH03f125ICWHzCz3FldAYtDwnKCSuxgjXW0cd3FyGjW5Q/s320/partone_final4.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Fortyish, newly divorced, searching and longing for something different. Something fulfilling and exciting, somewhere far outside my ordinary comfort zone. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="color: red; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Come with me on my journey of discovery. Explore with me. Touch, taste and feel with me. Lots more to come following my introduction to you in this first volume of a multi-part True Romance / Erotica series. </b></span></div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"> <b> </b><br />
<i><b>“Perhaps I was being picky, but I really didn’t think being able to spell orgasm without being spotted a vowel was asking too much.”</b></i></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">DISCLAIMER--Reviewer received a free copy of Summer's Journey: Volume One - Losing Control from </span></span></span><i><span style="font-size: small;">Summer Daniels</span></i></b><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>I have read so many pieces of "erotica" that have really been nothing more than glorified porn, that I really did not know what to expect. This short piece is well written and well edited, not at all what I expected, but 100 times better!</b></span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>What can I say about a 6,000 word story..... Amazing! The main character, Summer, is so believable. Being of similar age (forty-ish), I can relate to her thoughts and even her feelings. I can feel Summer's emotions as they radiate off the page. This story is sensual, not sexual, in nature. I like that it is not explicit, yet you can feel the heat as it builds! I will never hear the word "watermelon" with out a smile on my face any time in the near future. </b></span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>It is refreshing that Summer is not a baby. She is a trained professional who knows her own mind, but is willing to explore new possibilities. After years of rigid self control in her personal and professional lives, she bravely surrenders herself to unexplored sensations and emotions, including that most dangerous emotion of all-- trust. </b></span></div></div><div class="im" style="color: red; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="im"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Summer would be a fascinating person to get to know. I can't wait to accompany Summer on her Journey as she discovers her new self. The eroticism in this short volume hints that what is to come is definitely "pant" worthy.</b></span></div><div style="color: red; text-align: justify;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Ms. Daniels? Where is Volume II? I want it now!</b></span></div></div><div></div></div><div style="margin: 0px 0px 10px;"> </div><div style="margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">BIO: </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Df8iR-h0d4HmqvwgypAkzizPBDq_tjCD0Z4AHbzfqAYpz_I5tmeu36FvTvzqmqKowUSZJbgK_C8fZKEUZN4z-9tvdUb6sAH03f125ICWHzCz3FldAYtDwnKCSuxgjXW0cd3FyGjW5Q/s1600/partone_final4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Df8iR-h0d4HmqvwgypAkzizPBDq_tjCD0Z4AHbzfqAYpz_I5tmeu36FvTvzqmqKowUSZJbgK_C8fZKEUZN4z-9tvdUb6sAH03f125ICWHzCz3FldAYtDwnKCSuxgjXW0cd3FyGjW5Q/s200/partone_final4.jpg" width="150" /></a></span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Summer Daniels Is a recent divorcee - embarking on a journey of sexual self-discovery. Learning some interesting things about life, love and myself in the process. To purchase this delicious tidbit</span>: </b></i><br />
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</div>Alexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154519785934645793.post-22984119064339574672010-12-07T08:08:00.000-08:002010-12-07T08:15:52.201-08:00"Oliver's Good Night Kiss" By Erin O'Riordan<span style="font-size: medium;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">When werewolf mates Natalie and Matthew first laid eyes on Oliver, they both knew the sexy vampire chef was a temptation they couldn’t resist. Oliver’s orgasmically delicious food and hypnotic green eyes cast a spell on them. With Matthew and Natalie’s wedding date approaching, Oliver agrees to bow out gracefully from their sizzling triad…but only after one more night of passion. Will Oliver’s good night kiss really mean goodbye, or will Natalie and Matthew discover they can’t live without him?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">The description sounds passionate, steamy, but the cover does not seem to show any connection between the men and the woman. It looks like the focus might be on just the men with the woman as a secondary character. But as you will see the cover is deceiving.</span></b><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Writing: The writing is clean and crisp. This is the first story I have read with any m/m to it. I was not sure how I would react to the scene, but it was wonderfully written. Not too graphic, yet I knew that there was an intense relationship between the two males. I was impressed by the way the author managed to tell me a life time's worth of information in such a short story. I was not overwhelmed by information that was not necessary. To the contrary, the author told me everything I wanted to know.</span></b> <b><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Characters: Oliver. WOW! The description of the vampire Oliver makes me want to swoon, although I did not want to like him because of what he did to Matthew in the beginning so he could spend time with Natalie. But Oliver comes out smelling like a rose in my book. Natalie was intriguing, yet I wanted her to be a little bit stronger. Matthew is just what you would think or want in an Alpha Werewolf.</span></b> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ms. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: large;">O'Riordan is a very talented author. I had some strong potentially negative ideas regarding m/m, in books and Ms O'Riordan showed me that I was wrong in those ideas. I have high hopes for this author and would suggest if you like short stories, that you pick this one up and give it a try.</span></span></span></b> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b></b></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><div class="im"><br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Olivers-Good-Night-Kiss-ebook/dp/B004ASOSKG/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=digital-text&qid=1291675624&sr=1-7" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.com/<wbr></wbr>Olivers-Good-Night-Kiss-ebook/<wbr></wbr>dp/B004ASOSKG/ref=sr_1_7?ie=<wbr></wbr>UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=<wbr></wbr>digital-text&qid=1291675624&<wbr></wbr>sr=1-7</a></span></div></span></span>Alexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154519785934645793.post-13792564727247001032010-11-03T14:53:00.000-07:002010-11-03T16:27:19.178-07:00INTERVIEW WITH AUTHOR CASSANDRE DAYNE<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Tell us a little about yourself.</b></span></span></div><div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQgn-w4CdRaDA3efXJ7q0m6eI0GQCYZRBHjN8DchX_9HBGIU8qQZ1cki3CbwyPea7G0q8YKk3x9j9QBHknWoPGF6VcFmzC_y8z52Ot-lAJAwcQKjobiiflVjxL09EikwPoRKpeB7Nuw/s1600/cd.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQgn-w4CdRaDA3efXJ7q0m6eI0GQCYZRBHjN8DchX_9HBGIU8qQZ1cki3CbwyPea7G0q8YKk3x9j9QBHknWoPGF6VcFmzC_y8z52Ot-lAJAwcQKjobiiflVjxL09EikwPoRKpeB7Nuw/s200/cd.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I am the co-owner of Change of Attitude Construction Services and Reality Based Management Services (which handles community association management). I also own a company with another writer called Realm Multimedia which is an entertainment firm committed to providing artisans of all genres a voice. We currently have several subsidiaries including Realm Publishing, Realm Art and Realm Music. We are also producing two magazines: Realm of Nuance and Splendor to highlight our collective creative talent. In addition, I write as often as possible in several genres and under several pseudonyms.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I am also a HUGE animal person and currently we have three dogs including our new Golden Retriever puppy, MacGyver, who is getting his own blog and will be a part of one of my series. I am married and live with our menagerie somewhere Virginia.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>When did you realize you wanted to be an author?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Probably from the time I was about eight.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>What was the first fiction you ever wrote? Was it for publication? What reaction did you receive? </b></span></span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I wrote 17 novels by the time I was 14 and unfortunately none of them were published but I did receive acclaim from my high school and several critiques for my creative voice in Science Fiction.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>What author or book influenced your writing</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I don’t this there is one. I was always a voracious reader from the time I could read. I believe my first real influence was based on the Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden series as a teen. Today I enjoy everything from Steven King to Carl Haissen. Carl’s campy writing truly gave me inspiration for my series called “Pinked” about murder and campy mayhem in a gated community association.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>What is your most and least favorite part of writing</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Of course I love the creating part including setting up worlds for my characters. I will spend a great deal of time researching where they are and how they live and what they drive before I put a pen to paper. Granted, that’s for the series. I’ll just sit down and write an erotic story in a weekend because I have that delicious little spark. Least favorite part is editing about twenty times! And trust me, I still don’t catch everything.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Do you have a ritual you use to get you ready to write?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No. I can write anywhere during anything and for any reason. I tend to write at our kitchen table under the huge bay window, but I also enjoy taking my laptop outside when weather permits. I also have to write to music – the darker the better.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>After writing for hours at a time what do you do to relax?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I must admit that I do enjoy a glass of wine or two and our hot tub is quite relaxing. I also continue to read whatever I can get my hands on. Sadly, there has been little time to relax with all the businesses going.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Where do you write?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I write mostly at our kitchen table looking out at our acre of trees and flowers or on our deck. Whether there is snow or a shimmer of sunshine, I tend to be very creative there.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Does your environment color what you write?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No, I have always had a tremendous imagination and tend to dream in color. I also dream wild and crazy events I remember and go over stories in my sleep.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>What does a typical writing day look like for you?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sadly there is nothing typical. On weekends I do write more so it simply means I try and get done what I have to get done first and settle in to write, BUT…life does interfere and I can easily break and get back to writing as needed. I also tend to work on multiple books/stories under several of my pseudonyms at the same time. Or, I’ll then just be creative with a drink in my hand and develop new stories that I type all the details out later.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>What is your opinion of writer's groups? Do you find them helpful? And how did you find yours?</b></span></span><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I love my Virginia Chapter of RWA – great group of folks that have really helped me. Passionate Ink is also wonderful and I hope to be able to run for their Board next year. They really provide so many things a writer needs from inspiration to contests to support to laughs. You have to be a part of one so that you feel like you are not alone.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>What are some of your pet peeves in life?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">People – hate to say it, but working in community associations, I see people of all walks of life that are </span></span><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>entitled</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> and that drives me completely insane. I am a bold girl that refuses to keep my mouth shut!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>What is your advice to aspiring writers?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Write – do NOT ever allow anyone to stop you. There will be those including folks close to you that will refuse to take you seriously. DO NOT hear them or heed them. If you do, you will fail. And…if you think creatively and put anything on paper, you are a writer. Remember that when the next rejection letter comes. You are a writer.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Tell us about the stories linked here today? How did they come about?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The series “Pinked” came about because of so many idiotic stories based in community associations. They are too funny and too real not to pen on paper. My series about vampires – “The Shadow of Darkness” – came from my original love of vampires and all things that go bump in the night when I first watched </span></span><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Dark Shadows</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">. Boy, am I dating myself! The erotic stories, well because I think all women enjoy and hunger for something a bit naughty and refuse to allow themselves to enjoy except for on the pages of a book.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>I know you also have a new book coming out soon what can you tell us about that?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyHaenHuSH_z4CKIzoik5SBxaXqshufrOxBkiWA8LWBTB07NaJNYyEYkoxPy6Hna1YDw15vmxyYCmAIovHfGJ6QxbGNdjR-0PI_DDe3yJl2R7dgEQXRh1pt_6Mm2_s_kClnqwBoMSJw/s1600/TIABPW.final+cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyHaenHuSH_z4CKIzoik5SBxaXqshufrOxBkiWA8LWBTB07NaJNYyEYkoxPy6Hna1YDw15vmxyYCmAIovHfGJ6QxbGNdjR-0PI_DDe3yJl2R7dgEQXRh1pt_6Mm2_s_kClnqwBoMSJw/s200/TIABPW.final+cover.jpg" width="136" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Treats in a Plain Brown Wrapper – well, the story was based on my very delicious UPS man – I know, telling secrets. And it’s simply a saucy little adventure about an erotic writer that has “treats” delivered by her UPS man to help her write her stories. One day she kicks up the heat and invites him in for a drink and…well, we shall leave it that they enjoy a wonderful blustery fall afternoon that turns into something truly decadent.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Is there anything else you would like to add?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I have learned so many things from others writers and editors and reviewers and all of the critiques are priceless. I had one fantastic editor at Ellora’s Cave that really took time to help me understand how I needed to develop further as a writer and I honestly think she will remain forever in my mind as a mentor. Criticism is tough, but you gotta hear it and learn. If you do, the rewards will be sweet and in my opinion, the road traveled to get there is a wondrous adventure.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You can purchase Cassandre's book at <a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-treatsinaplainbrownwrapper-478013-144.html">http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-treatsinaplainbrownwrapper-478013-144.html</a> </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You can also Find Cassandre at <a href="http://www.facebook.com/reqs.php#%21/pages/Cassandre-Dayne/178164866655">http://www.facebook.com/reqs.php#!/pages/Cassandre-Dayne/178164866655 </a>or <a href="http://www.cassandredayne.com/">http://www.cassandredayne.com/</a></span></span></div>Alexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154519785934645793.post-73221881496657408372010-10-09T20:54:00.001-07:002010-10-09T20:54:48.055-07:00HAPPY HALLOWEENAlexx Momcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354550852804506615noreply@blogger.com6