tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83020225826218228522024-03-05T12:37:14.592-08:00Escape to an Erotic RomanceA Writer's BlogMarie Tuharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08140971635915166589noreply@blogger.comBlogger531125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302022582621822852.post-55354131512241255482021-03-29T01:00:00.001-07:002021-03-29T01:00:00.251-07:00Guest Post: Teach Me by Nancy Fraser<p> Please welcome Nancy Fraser talking about her book:</p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-CA">Teach Me<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p>
</p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span lang="EN-CA">Lusty Liaisons ~ Book 3<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i></i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8x31CRDxD0Liztn_uskeYZbxewK4sIpd2HUMWS8zi7xOHV7S7JrvCbtZyueLF3nu7TABN_KhZqrYV2EqysS3Be8b_9LFEe6iDByv-X8GqDe5DW1F1WM0Bq5OJbzKECkpnk7vNkttaet6F/s2048/TeachMe_w13756_med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1278" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8x31CRDxD0Liztn_uskeYZbxewK4sIpd2HUMWS8zi7xOHV7S7JrvCbtZyueLF3nu7TABN_KhZqrYV2EqysS3Be8b_9LFEe6iDByv-X8GqDe5DW1F1WM0Bq5OJbzKECkpnk7vNkttaet6F/s320/TeachMe_w13756_med.jpg" /></a></i></b></div><b><i><br /><span lang="EN-CA"><br /></span></i></b><p></p><p><span style="color: #333333;">Blurb:</span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #333333;">Med student Jayne Willis is devastated when she's stood up for a date arranged by hookup service Lusty Liaisons. Really, who stands up someone willing to have sex?</span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #333333;">Widowed professor Noah Gallagher's chance encounter at a hotel bar with an alluring young woman is unexpected but might be just what he needs. He's on the last leg of a cross-country trip prior to returning to the university, ready to start a new chapter in his life.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #333333;">One lonely widower looking to reconnect plus one beautiful, albeit inexperienced, young woman equals one hot night. Will she get an A in lovemaking, and will he get a hall pass back to life?</span></p><div>Excerpt:</div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">As cliché as it sounded, it truly was a dark and stormy
night. Not nearly as dark as Noah Gallagher’s mood or as stormy as his thoughts, but still
not the optimal weather for driving.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: none;">The outskirts of Chicago were minutes away. Two exits
off the highway at most. With little hope of the storm letting up, pulling over
for the night made the most sense. Noah shook his head in self-admonishment. When,
if ever, had he been guided by common sense? Certainly not for the past
eighteen months. Certainly not since…Ellen.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span>The familiar stab of heartbreak shot through him at
the speed of light, lessened somewhat by time but still there whenever he
needed a jolt of reality. This ill-advised cross-country trip was just the
latest in his flights of fancy, his vain attempt to put some excitement back in
his otherwise nondescript life. <i>To forget</i>.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: none;">The fall semester was less than three weeks away. He
had until then to get this feeling of wanderlust out of his system. It wouldn’t do for a tenured
Ivy League professor of English Lit to be seen as a flighty mess of self-pity
and abject anger.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: none;">Which meant, for all intents and purposes, he needed
to get his head on straight and his shit sorted out as quick as humanly
possible. Beginning with his pent-up energy, his need to get back in the
saddle, so to speak. What he needed was a night of hot sex. No commitment, no morning-after
regret. <i>Just sex</i>.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: none;">He took the first exit toward Inverness, one of Chicago’s
upscale suburbs. Within minutes, he pulled into the parking lot of one of the
chain hotels and took a spot directly opposite the entrance.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: none;">Grabbing his overnight bag from the backseat of the truck,
he ran to the carport. Shaking off the worst of the downpour, Noah stepped
through the sliding glass doors and stopped to survey the standard-issue hotel
lobby. The welcoming sight of the bar beckoned him. Checking in was his first
priority, followed by dry clothes, and afterward a drink and some greasy bar food.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: none;"><i><span lang="EN-CA">What would Ellen think</span></i><span lang="EN-CA">? His conscious prodded
him, reminding him of his late wife’s </span>penchant for healthy eating.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: none;"><i><span lang="EN-CA">She</span></i><i><span lang="EN-CA">’</span></i><i><span lang="EN-CA">d think I</span></i><i><span lang="EN-CA">’</span></i><i><span lang="EN-CA">d fallen down the rabbit hole without her to
pull me out.</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: none;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHi1hKuV1kovMJpnwcPpU4MwnslY7O-2eSJ4PCT7ZmHSjWI8YDI7BqicCidUAD4VbbtgKfHGhDJIEnc_yjbk_KryI0GwPRYl9DjIQOqb44XJ2-y_o-fyRFVhXkc-qUnME2NOPx7HawzsFQ/s450/Author+Avatar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="436" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHi1hKuV1kovMJpnwcPpU4MwnslY7O-2eSJ4PCT7ZmHSjWI8YDI7BqicCidUAD4VbbtgKfHGhDJIEnc_yjbk_KryI0GwPRYl9DjIQOqb44XJ2-y_o-fyRFVhXkc-qUnME2NOPx7HawzsFQ/s320/Author+Avatar.jpg" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span lang="EN-CA"><br /></span></i><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: none;"><u><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">Author
Bio</span></u><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">:</span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">NANCY FRASER</span></b><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">—<i>Jumping
Across Romance Genres with Gleeful Abandon—</i>is an Amazon Top 100 and
Award-Winning author who can’t seem to decide which romance genre suits her
best. So, she writes them all.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Like most authors, Nancy began writing at
an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid,
permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet
which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Nancy has published over thirty-five books
in full-length, novella, and short format. When not writing (which is almost
never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to
traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where
she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRP2lywg4-n1JoRcXWXMfVGwZJePUvSXe1XQnQkgeQCsE8BgMdjMrC-V_lzb4knyjYtFZDkmk1dtoxaGagvNjUOqh39pAwKxfNZJ_YiQZR8gvnNrM19THZzfWAaBobie4AqSOlvc-ASZIi/s1200/Teach+Me+BB+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRP2lywg4-n1JoRcXWXMfVGwZJePUvSXe1XQnQkgeQCsE8BgMdjMrC-V_lzb4knyjYtFZDkmk1dtoxaGagvNjUOqh39pAwKxfNZJ_YiQZR8gvnNrM19THZzfWAaBobie4AqSOlvc-ASZIi/s320/Teach+Me+BB+2.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a name="_Hlk53936709"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">Website: </span></a><a href="http://www.nancyfraser.ca/"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">www.nancyfraser.ca</span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">Facebook: </span><a href="http://facebook.com/nancyfraserauthor"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">http://facebook.com/nancyfraserauthor</span></a><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">Twitter: </span><a href="https://twitter.com/nfraserauthor"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">https://twitter.com/nfraserauthor</span></a><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;"> @nfraserauthor <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">Bookbub: </span><a href="http://bookbub.com/profile/nancy-fraser"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">http://bookbub.com/profile/nancy-fraser</span></a><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">Amazon Author Page: </span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Nancy-Fraser/e/B004AOL61Y/"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">https://www.amazon.com/Nancy-Fraser/e/B004AOL61Y/</span></a><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">
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</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p></p>Marie Tuharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626552715518366993noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302022582621822852.post-54637169925156528572021-03-15T01:00:00.001-07:002021-03-15T01:00:05.211-07:00Guest post: Opposites Ignite by Sadira Stone #newrelease<p>Today I'm pleased to have Sadira Stone talking about her new book: Opposites Ignite. </p><p>This is a wonderful story that fits right in with the Banger Tavern series. I love Eddie and Rosie, they are the perfect couple. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWmBbm_XK0hc_hpGHdOgTPWEEn6VXunocFK51AdChFl8w8FF8l3Nzoqy1WaeCtuMCWhFkgNgMCOY07HoOFGjV_8d7OdULrELA4LfXCaF-qTf-B4KGBBLi3M15s2c4EgW1-pfeJSVbBO9TR/s2048/opposites-ignite-web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWmBbm_XK0hc_hpGHdOgTPWEEn6VXunocFK51AdChFl8w8FF8l3Nzoqy1WaeCtuMCWhFkgNgMCOY07HoOFGjV_8d7OdULrELA4LfXCaF-qTf-B4KGBBLi3M15s2c4EgW1-pfeJSVbBO9TR/s320/opposites-ignite-web.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><b>Tell us a little about yourself.</b></p><p>After living in Germany for nearly 30 years, first as a legal clerk in the US Army, then as a high school teacher on US military bases, I returned to Washington State in 2014 and dove into writing full time. I’m happy as a pig in mud in this new chapter of my life, and I love the fellowship among romance authors and readers. Romancelandia is a wonderful place to be!</p><p><b>What do like the most and the least about writing?</b></p><p>I always get stuck somewhere in the muddy middle—lots of mud in this interview! I know where the characters need to go but not how to get them there. I usually end up stewing for a week or so before inspiration strikes.</p><p><b>Give us a peek into your latest published work?</b></p><p>A mismatch sparks the hottest flames.</p><p>Blue-haired, buxom, and bodacious, server Rosie needs her job at Bangers Tavern, where her work family adores her weirdness and supports her hunt for a tattoo apprenticeship. When too much New Year’s bubbly tumbles her into a sweet, shy coworker’s bed, she craves more. But guys like Eddie never stick with girls like her. </p><p>Strait-laced, soft-spoken, and skinny, barback Eddie has a huge crush on his curvy, tattooed coworker. Their New Year’s surprise is a dream come true—until grandma walks in on them. Eddie begs Rosie to fake-date him to appease his old-fashioned family. He’s already keeping secrets, so what’s the harm in one more? But the longer he pretends with Rosie, the deeper he falls.</p><p>Their boss lays down the law: No relationship drama at work, or you’re fired. Rosie’s everything Eddie ever wanted—but to keep her, he’ll have to drop a terrifying truth bomb on his loving but stifling family. And Rosie must trust her bruised heart with the guy who nearly crushed it.</p><p>Come back to Bangers Tavern for a steamy, laugh-out-loud, opposites-attract romance that ignites in all the worst ways—and the best!</p><p>What’s next on the writing horizon for you?</p><p>I was asked to contribute a short romance to an anthology, so I’m writing a second-chance romance story that begins at Bangers Tavern’s Anti-Valentine’s Day party.</p><p><b>Is there anything you want to tell readers?</b></p><p>Please review! Seriously, whenever you enjoy a book, please take a moment to post a review on Goodreads, Bookbub, Amazon, or another ebook retailer. Reviews mean so much to us authors. Pretty please with whipped cream and a cherry on top!</p><p><b>Excerpt:</b></p><p>Kiara’s hip-bump sloshed beer across Eddie’s hand. “How’s it going, stud muffin?” She’d had her braids redone since he saw her last—blue and green strands woven among the black ones. She reached across him to fill a tall glass with winter IPA. “You and Rosie had a fun time?”</p><p>“Sure.” He schooled his features into a bland expression. No way would he let her tease any details out of him. He just prayed that Rosie would be as discreet. </p><p>He delivered Gus’s beer, then ran a quick inventory. The keg of porter was running low. As he headed for the back room, a flash of electric blue caught his eye. There she stood at the server station, dressed in a silvery top cut low to display the bouquet of pink and red roses tattooed across her lush cleavage. Jeans shorts hugged her plump hips. Black tights and sturdy knee-high boots—sexy, earthy, gorgeous. While she waited for her drink order, she bunched her sapphire curls into a topknot and shoved a pencil through to anchor it, revealing the slender vine tattooed behind her right ear. Less than forty-eight hours ago, he’d traced that vine with his tongue. His stupid dick inched upward at the sight.</p><p>She’s not for me. He forced his gaze downward as he approached. He couldn’t ignore her, or people would talk. He couldn’t greet her too warmly, or people would talk. What the fuck was he supposed to do, then?</p><p>“Hey, Eddie.” Instead of her usual husky warmth, her voice sounded flat, tired. </p><p>“You feeling all right?” She did seem a little pale. “You want a coffee or something?”</p><p>Her smile flickered and died. “Nah, I’m good. You?”</p><p>He shrugged. Don’t pout. Be a man about it. “Okay, I guess. Babka says hi.”</p><p>There it was again, that sad almost-smile. “Tell her I said hi.” She swiped a palm down her face, leaned onto the bar, and whispered, “This sucks.”</p><p>“Yeah, it does.” Knowing he wasn’t suffering alone lightened the load just a tiny bit. He laid his hand over hers. “Hang in there, beautiful. We’ll get past this.” </p><p>“Well, well, well.” Charlie stepped up and set down her tray. Her glossy brown ponytail swung as she looked from Eddie to Rosie, grinning. “How are the lovebirds this evening?”</p><p>“Look—” Rosie started.</p><p>“Listen—” Eddie said at the same time. </p><p>They exchanged wry grins. Rosie lifted her chin slightly, a silent signal. You’re up.</p><p>“We’re just friends. Right, Rosie?”</p><p>“Right,” she chirped with a fake, wide-eyed smile. “You and River are the only lovebirds here.” She loaded her drink order onto her tray and sailed into the crowd.</p><p>With a shaky exhale, he returned to his duties: trekking from storage room to bar, with side trips to pick up empties and to the kitchen to help Diego and Chelsey when food orders got backed up. He restocked glasses, tapped beer kegs, and kept his eyes on his work and off Rosie. </p><div><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Buy links: </b><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Amazon: </span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08WLKB3S8"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08WLKB3S8</span></a><span class="MsoHyperlink"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p>
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first kiss, Sadira’s been spinning steamy tales in her head. After leaving her
teaching career in Germany, she finally tried her hand at writing one. Now
she’s a happy citizen of Romancelandia, penning contemporary romance from her
new home in Washington State, U.S.A. When not writing, which is seldom, she
explores the Pacific Northwest with her charming husband, enjoys the local
music scene, plays darts (pretty well), plays guitar (badly), and gobbles all
the books. Visit Sadira at www.sadirastone.com.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibY37eXsaEgmE18DT4sXVEFm-nreCIPoILaXO92DUoXlGuk0s6UXOC2JEFjfqyIWRAa4z8IRlIbMtdoKgGxQn7xgz5JdrrriBaZicnGAM3JUgf4mFVFHyTqi_ra5-yY0FcjDHTIMuYhHJc/s300/Author+Photo+200+by+300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibY37eXsaEgmE18DT4sXVEFm-nreCIPoILaXO92DUoXlGuk0s6UXOC2JEFjfqyIWRAa4z8IRlIbMtdoKgGxQn7xgz5JdrrriBaZicnGAM3JUgf4mFVFHyTqi_ra5-yY0FcjDHTIMuYhHJc/s0/Author+Photo+200+by+300.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><b>Visit Sadira on All the Socials!<o:p></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><a name="_Hlk21690150">Facebook: </a><a href="https://www.facebook.com/sadirastone/"><span style="color: #0563c1; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">https://www.facebook.com/sadirastone/</span></a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/SadiraStone"><span style="color: #0563c1; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">https://twitter.com/SadiraStone</span></a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18568049.Sadira_Stone"><span style="color: #0563c1; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18568049.Sadira_Stone</span></a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Bookbub: <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/profile/sadira-stone"><span style="color: #0563c1; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">https://www.bookbub.com/profile/sadira-stone</span></a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Amazon author page: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Sadira-Stone/e/B07KWK5FBX"><span style="color: #0563c1; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">https://www.amazon.com/Sadira-Stone/e/B07KWK5FBX</span></a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Pinterest: <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/sadira0641/"><span style="color: #0563c1; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">https://www.pinterest.com/sadira0641/</span></a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Instagram: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/sadirastone/"><span style="color: #0563c1; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">https://www.instagram.com/sadirastone/</span></a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0in;">
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But among the horde is a huge, terrifyingly powerful berserker who has other plans for her. She will belong not only to him, but to all of the vampires of his triad, and her beautiful body will be theirs to use and enjoy as thoroughly and shamefully as they please.</p><p>Gwen soon learns that her new masters will demand obedience from their little human, and it isn’t long before her defiance has earned her a painful, humiliating spanking. But even with tears still running down her blushing cheeks, her helpless arousal cannot be denied, and as she is claimed and ravaged again and again her pleas for mercy are soon lost amid her cries of pleasure.</p><p>Publisher’s Note: Claimed as Theirs is a stand-alone novel set in the same world as Taken as Theirs. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUi6dygKdyzWIOT280l10nF7t1zZKGl56XVW5nGFcA98X01G4_0Ckr1hCQfoLzAiMVMz8KatImUV3Xx5oOz9a0ljTlBODWbeKmwWjt5bHBDK-Bf0foZ-X7mG2Ak5YLmobbwpi0AROwxvT/s1920/2vamp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1920" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUi6dygKdyzWIOT280l10nF7t1zZKGl56XVW5nGFcA98X01G4_0Ckr1hCQfoLzAiMVMz8KatImUV3Xx5oOz9a0ljTlBODWbeKmwWjt5bHBDK-Bf0foZ-X7mG2Ak5YLmobbwpi0AROwxvT/s320/2vamp.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Excerpt:</b></p><p>Gore’s stomach plummeted. This newcomer—this human—completed him. He’d never looked for a mate, never intended to take one, either. Now fate thrust her on him. He didn’t know how to deal with that.</p><p>His mating instinct hit him in a bomb blast of possession and need. Resentment too, but he still wove dark sensual fantasies around her. He was menacing and terrible, a vampire to be respected and feared. Touching her eased the ever-present anger churning in his gut. Helped him forget how everyone, his parents included, rejected him for his berserker heritage, too.</p><p>His fury that the fates dumped her on him faded when he stroked her arse. The way she wriggled against his shoulder added a swagger to his gait. Need swamped him, and if he didn’t bury his cock balls-deep in her cunt, he’d explode. This tiny woman with her brilliant red curls and generous curves was temptation and sin.</p><p>All this eternal love stuff wasn’t for him. His parents had taught him that. Not that he’d stand by while the mob got their hands—or their fangs—on her. She roused unwelcome, carnal instincts within him, but he protected his own.</p><p>Her defiance impressed the hell out of him. Few creatures, whatever their species, had the guts to start a fight they couldn’t win. When the conditions killed her—and they would—he’d be hollow inside. That or he’d go into a tailspin of violence and out-of-control rage. Confused and conflicted, his thoughts scrambled. She’s an anchor, to weigh me down, but I’d die to protect her.</p><p>His throwback heritage made him stronger and meaner than most. He’d never expected to be part of a triad or to become the left hand of the true vampire king. He took pride in his role, stopping trouble before it started. Without Bronte’s calming gaze and his muscular backup, the blood-hungry vampires in here would have turned on each other in a last-man-standing bloodbath.</p><p>Protecting the weak came naturally to him. Bronte and Plato might overrule him, but never in public.</p><p>Cock hard, brain reeling, he caressed his human’s curvy arse. She shivered at his touch. Everything about her made him want to throw out his chest and scream Mine. He pictured himself screwing her until she collapsed in an exhausted heap beneath him. It curdled his stomach that he couldn’t safeguard her from starvation or the sub-zero conditions.</p><p>Her kissable lips bewitched him, and he wondered how they’d feel wrapped around his cock. His instincts screamed, Screw her into multiple orgasms. Their fledgling mating bond meant she’d become his addiction and his delight. Had she been an immortal, she’d have craved him as desperately as he did her. Yeah, right back to her mortality.</p><p>Furious that fate tied him to a human, he stomped through the dungeon’s squalor. His triad brothers would guard her while he got his head straight. Only she’d die without food or warmth. His inability to supply her most basic needs drove the air from his lungs.</p><p>Most paranormal species screwed like hound dogs in heat until they found their fated mates. Then that was it for them. He didn’t do love or emotions, ever. And yet… He wanted to lay her on silk sheets and shower her with rose petals before he thrust his cock in her hot little mouth and claim her so hard she could barely breathe. When the hell did I develop a romantic streak?</p><p><b>Buy Links:</b></p><p>Amazon.com <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08VGTLMG2/">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08VGTLMG2/</a></p><p>Amazon UK <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08VGTLMG2/">https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08VGTLMG2/</a></p><p>Amazon CA <a href="https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B08VGTLMG2/">https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B08VGTLMG2/</a></p><p>Amazon Au</p><p></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/Claimed-as-Theirs-Kryssie-Fortune-ebook/dp/B08VGTLMG2">https://www.amazon.com.au/Claimed-as-Theirs-Kryssie-Fortune-ebook/dp/B08VGTLMG2</a></p><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wtfrPcoKUyiPfIYOOHYklQTih5iLaSfMTTQUWKkRjPGpj0KuoZpTXg8EK4EOg5IpQceAWurRCXokW1lbHEssxjsDp02w-4nHfCl862QCqLl8p2-AJxJ4VaMdIaCj2Wh3lPIny2ipaeoS/s921/red+eyes%255B42206%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="921" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wtfrPcoKUyiPfIYOOHYklQTih5iLaSfMTTQUWKkRjPGpj0KuoZpTXg8EK4EOg5IpQceAWurRCXokW1lbHEssxjsDp02w-4nHfCl862QCqLl8p2-AJxJ4VaMdIaCj2Wh3lPIny2ipaeoS/s320/red+eyes%255B42206%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><p><b>Social Media Links:</b></p><p>Website <a href="https://www.kryssiefortune.com/">https://www.kryssiefortune.com/</a></p><p>Blog <a href="http://kryssiefortune.blogspot.co.uk/">http://kryssiefortune.blogspot.co.uk/</a></p><p>Twitter <a href="https://twitter.com/KryssieFortune">https://twitter.com/KryssieFortune</a></p><p>Facebook <a href="https://www.facebook.com/KryssieFortune">https://www.facebook.com/KryssieFortune</a></p><p>Pinterest <a href="http://bit.ly/1OGFnjc">http://bit.ly/1OGFnjc</a></p><p>Goodreads <a href="http://bit.ly/2kxqabJ">http://bit.ly/2kxqabJ</a></p><p></p><p>Amazon Author Page <a href="http://amzn.to/2hA0ZVO">http://amzn.to/2hA0ZVO</a></p><div><br /></div><p><br /></p><div><br /></div><p><br /></p>Marie Tuharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626552715518366993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302022582621822852.post-27471842169610048362021-01-11T01:00:00.001-08:002021-01-11T01:00:03.030-08:00Guest Post: Rawhide Ace in the Hole by Desiree Holt<p>Today's guest is Desiree Holt as she talks about her new release Rawhide Ace in the Hole. </p><p>I've had the pleasure of meeting Desiree several times at conferences. She is a kind and lovely woman. I adore her writing.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhal0g4QSpEjYG9CJ_ODyWWoVWhcUIu1Tfz1o2cXNkQKBICxY_Njjum3mekMXgncupsWSjgUuyNYbtiXJz0jgKWwZT8PwS9CDHTB_2S2iRQpBijbBXiDB_fv5jSyZs6vlF7TACldqIhlI1e/s750/RawhideAceintheHole_w15156_750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhal0g4QSpEjYG9CJ_ODyWWoVWhcUIu1Tfz1o2cXNkQKBICxY_Njjum3mekMXgncupsWSjgUuyNYbtiXJz0jgKWwZT8PwS9CDHTB_2S2iRQpBijbBXiDB_fv5jSyZs6vlF7TACldqIhlI1e/s320/RawhideAceintheHole_w15156_750.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">At the very exclusive dungeon, where only those with
connections gather to indulge their sexual fantasies, a new twist has been
added—a deck of cards. For each Master and sub, the choice of cards from their
deck determines their play for the night. Who knows what twists a game of
chance can bring. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><b>Cut the Cards</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Kelly LeBlanc was hot and aroused at being selected
to be part of a demonstration for Rawhide’s members and guests. A card game for
sex? What fun. But then she met the Dom, Tanner Sloat, and she found all her
wildest fantasies about to come true. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><b>Blackjack</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He was everything Nia March had ever dreamed about
in a Master, and more. And as he took her to levels higher than she’d even
been, touching something deep inside her, she wondered if she could protect her
heart.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><b>Texas Hold ‘em</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Sage Drummond thought she’d never recover from the
effects of a relationship filled with cruelty, but she craved the role of sub.
When she tentatively dipped her toe in the waters at Rawhide, that last thing
she expected to find was a Master who would satisfy her needs as well as heal
her heart. Could it last?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><b>Dealer’s Choice</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Cade Sullivan was one the most in demand Dom, until
a tragedy sent him hiding from the world and out of the D/s life. Working at
Rawhide gave Fiona Wilder the urge to try the D/s life. Could she be the key to
make Cade forget the past and build a life with a sub that was all his?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><b>Two of a Kind</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">They each brought their baggage to a night at
Rawhide that was supposed to be nothing but fun. A night of intense D/s play.
Neither expected the intense connections they made or how it would change their
lives.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">From Cut the Cards:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">If Tanner hadn’t come
vetted by Reulas, Kelly might have had second thoughts about this. She was very
selective with her Doms, but the club owner wouldn’t put her with a man unless
he trusted him. Besides, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt such a
strong sexual pull, such a desire to do anything and everything with anyone, no
restrictions.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">She smiled at him and
waited for him to precede her, following him with her head down and hands
clasped behind her back, already in her submissive role. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The alcove was barely
more than a niche in the wall as it curved back toward the hallway. It
contained a café table and two chairs and provided a modicum of privacy for two
people to conduct their negotiations away from the crowd. Tanner nodded for her
to sit, then opened the deck of cards.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“This is a new game to
you,” he told her, “so I would like you to make the first choices.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">She took a deep breath,
fanned out the cards, and started turning them over.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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I love the water so we spend time sitting and walking on the beach. I also enjoy horseback riding, traveling, shopping for shoes, going out to lunch with girlfriends, getting together with family and friends, decorating for Christmas, red wine, and chocolate. I like to read old British murder mysteries and romance novels.</p><p><b>What do like the most and the least about writing?</b> </p><p>I love plotting the story, creating my characters, and the incredible feeling I get when a reader tells me how much they enjoyed my book. I don’t like marketing at all! I’m not good at it, and it takes up time when I’d rather be writing. I tell people I’d rather be forced to eat mushrooms than do marketing.</p><p><b>Give us a peek into your latest published work?</b> </p><p>Disillusioned by his wife’s betrayal, rodeo star Dillon McCoy comes home to the mountains of North Carolina to lick his wounds. When he agrees to take over the family ranch, the Lazy M, he’s unaware danger waits.</p><p>Diana Thompson is having doubts about her engagement to Trent Sawyer. She agrees to leave Chapel Hill and spend Thanksgiving with her friend Jenn at the Lazy M. When Diana and Dillon meet, neither can deny their attraction, but both must resolve past relationships while fighting their growing desire. </p><p>After Dillon turns down an anonymous offer to purchase the ranch, attempts are made on his life. When a body is found, Dillon sets out to discover who wants the McCoy land enough to commit murder.</p><p><b>What’s next on the writing horizon for you? </b></p><p>I’m working on Island Heat which is next in my Carolina series and is set on Hilton Head Island. The third will take place in Charleston, SC. I have the plot and the characters, but I’m having trouble with the title.</p><p><b>Is there anything you want to tell readers?</b></p><p> I’d like to tell them how much I appreciate their taking the time to read my books and give me reviews. </p><p><b>Excerpt:</b></p><p>Dillon smiled and Diana thought it the sexiest smile she’d ever seen. There was a slight cleft in his chin, and fine lines formed at the corners of his eyes. Diana inwardly groaned. The butterflies were back.</p><p>“I’d hold onto you. I wouldn’t let you fall,” he softly said.</p><p>With his slow southern accent, the words sounded like warm honey rolling off his tongue. The depth of his eyes and the sound of his voice mesmerized her.</p><p>The horses stood side by side. Her and Dillon’s legs touched. He leaned toward her, and the light aroma of wood smoke, hay, and his spicy cologne filled her nostrils. Diana knew what he was about to do but had no willpower to stop him. He cupped her cheek and their lips met.</p><p>Gentle at first, his lips glided over hers. He increased the pressure until she opened her mouth and his tongue slipped in. Diana moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms around her waist, he deepened the kiss. Before she realized what he was doing, without breaking their kiss Dillon lifted her from Flora and placed her across his lap.</p><p>Cradled in his arms, Diana clung to him, delicious sensations filling her. Her body came alive in a way that surprised her. The only thing that mattered was this man and this moment.</p><p>Flame moved, bringing her back to reality. Diana’s eyes fluttered open, and she stared into Dillon’s, deep with passion and need.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh22XF8MNx5hzg5m-24eXZCM0WN1nrNIF1PI69W_nyeN5NPwUrqsEYHJM9n-TJAYlHenrXC8BnM90NCQ5Ki68C1d5l7Dp38Fj_4_QG_wb-RtQaWM6LROWbz47iVMFXfNOthtkPOyN0DwDCk/s2048/Lisa-Staff-Photography--1120r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh22XF8MNx5hzg5m-24eXZCM0WN1nrNIF1PI69W_nyeN5NPwUrqsEYHJM9n-TJAYlHenrXC8BnM90NCQ5Ki68C1d5l7Dp38Fj_4_QG_wb-RtQaWM6LROWbz47iVMFXfNOthtkPOyN0DwDCk/s320/Lisa-Staff-Photography--1120r.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Buy Links:</p><p>Amazon Author Page -- <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Debby-Grahl/e/B00B34HM26">https://www.amazon.com/Debby-Grahl/e/B00B34HM26</a></p><p>B&N --<a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Debby+Grahl?_requestid=5525094">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Debby+Grahl?_requestid=5525094</a></p><p><br /></p><p>Social media links:</p><p>Website -- <a href="http://www.debbygrahl.com">www.debbygrahl.com</a></p><p>Facebook -- <a href="https://www.facebook.com/debbygrahlauthor?ref=br_rs">https://www.facebook.com/debbygrahlauthor?ref=br_rs</a></p><p>Bookbub -- <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/search/authors?search=debby%20grahl">https://www.bookbub.com/search/authors?search=debby%20grahl</a></p><p>Twitter -- <a href="https://twitter.com/DebbyGrahl">https://twitter.com/DebbyGrahl</a></p><p><a href="https://www.bookbub.com/books/mountain-blaze-the-carolina-series-by-debby-grahl">https://www.bookbub.com/books/mountain-blaze-the-carolina-series-by-debby-grahl</a></p><p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/55319289-mountain-blaze">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/55319289-mountain-blaze</a></p><p><br /></p>Marie Tuharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626552715518366993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302022582621822852.post-5522487269109114452020-10-08T01:00:00.031-07:002020-10-08T01:00:00.563-07:00Guest Post: Christmas Rekindled by Sadira Stone<p>Today's guest is Sadira Stone with her newest release: Christmas Rekindled.</p><p><b>Tell us about what you write:</b></p><p>I write steamy contemporary romance set in the U.S. Pacific Northwest. My Book Nirvana series centers around a quirky bookshop in Eugene, Oregon. Gelato Surprise is a steamy older woman/younger man beach romance novella. The Banger Tavern Romance series is set in a neighborhood tavern in Tacoma, Washington, where I live - the town, not the Tavern! Each story features a holiday celebration in Bangers Tavern: Christmas, St. Patrick's Day, Cinco de Mayo, 4th July, Halloween, etc. During this sad time when so many bars, resturants, and other businesses are shut down. Bangers Tavern gives me a chance to virtually share the fun, camaraderie, and bar food I miss so much. And each volume includes tasty cocktail recipes I've personally tested and tweaked - a tough job, but I do it for my readers (wink).</p><p>Under my own name, I write cozy mysteries and creepy short stories - think <i>The Twilight Zone</i> - but so far only one creepy short story has been published. I'll get to the rest of them eventually, but right now I'm having too much fun writing romance!</p><p><br /></p><p>When two Scrooges unite to save a bar in trouble, a kiss under the mistletoe sparks the sexiest Christmas miracle ever.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3XVobkm6ex8ChyYeoO92K9pGR8sE17Nzzjs6i294G3I8DHhv8Ng56g-q1zYcu6qYxlBbiApMpb85fzbM-bE3ffpDaVvdx-jqsiFXHUF1cWakqgYJTxYsf93UotkdQnQyjr8taS5R9-09t/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="584" data-original-width="391" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3XVobkm6ex8ChyYeoO92K9pGR8sE17Nzzjs6i294G3I8DHhv8Ng56g-q1zYcu6qYxlBbiApMpb85fzbM-bE3ffpDaVvdx-jqsiFXHUF1cWakqgYJTxYsf93UotkdQnQyjr8taS5R9-09t/" width="161" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-indent: 0in;">Bartender
River Lundqvist has a damn good reason for hating Christmas. Bangers Tavern is
the perfect place to lay low over the holidays—until Charlie walks in. His
first encounter with the saucy server nine years ago was utter humiliation. Her
reappearance stirs up powerful desires and hopes for a new start. But the
timing is all wrong. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-indent: 0in;">Back
in Tacoma to care for her estranged dad over the holidays, freelance web
designer Charlie Khoury braces herself for the suckiest Christmas ever. A
temporary job at Bangers Tavern gives her a chance to escape Dad’s criticism
and blow off some steam. But why does the hunky bartender seem to hate
her? </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-indent: 0in;">A
pretend girlfriend is just what River needs to keep his family off his
back—until a kiss under the mistletoe flares hot enough to melt the North Pole.
When greedy developers threaten Bangers Tavern, River and Charlie must team up
to save it. Their sizzling chemistry feels like the real thing—but everyone
knows rebound relationships don’t last. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-indent: 0in;">Come
to Bangers Tavern for an enemies-to-lovers tale of reconciliation, found
family, holiday cocktails, and the sexiest Christmas miracle ever.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-indent: 0in;"><b>Except:</b></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Passing with a keg of beer on a hand
dolly, Eddie grunted and pointed up, grinning. Above the bar’s corner hung a
clump of mistletoe, tied with a red ribbon. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">River dropped his gaze to Charlie.
Should he move in for that kiss he’d been fantasizing about since yesterday? Or
wait for her to initiate?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She shrugged. “Can’t break tradition.”
She took a step toward him. His heart double-timed in his chest. His vision
went all soft and blurry. Nearer still…<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She pivoted, grabbed Eddie’s jaw with
both hands, and planted a loud smooch on his mouth. “Mwah. Merry Christmas,
Eddie.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The barback stumbled and nearly fell on
his bony ass. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">River didn’t know whether to laugh or
cry. Cursing softly under his breath, he trudged toward the bar. <i>I push her
father all the way down Sixth Ave, and she kisses Eddie? <o:p></o:p></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A soft hand grasped his bicep. “C’mon,
River. Don’t be mad.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He turned, and she stepped in close.
Really close. Her fingertips rested on his chest. Huge dark eyes twinkled with
mischief. “I had to pay Eddie back for being a troublemaker.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He arched an eyebrow. “Kissing me is
trouble?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Her hand slid to his nape. “Probably.
But, you know, tradition…”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-indent: 0in;">
</p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Her heaven-soft lips brushed his, and
the din around them faded away. He wrapped his arms around her waist. Her
tongue might be sharp, but every inch of her was warm, soft, luscious. A low,
hungry sound deep in her throat called his dick to full attention. She angled
her head and kissed him again, long and lingering. But when he touched the
corner of her mouth with the tip of his tongue, she sucked in a breath and
pulled away. “See, told ya.” She tapped his sternum. “Trouble.”<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Buy Links:</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0in;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0in;">Amazon: </span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08JKW3XR2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08JKW3XR2</span></a></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0in;">Barnes &
Noble: </span><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/christmas-rekindled-sadira-stone/1137720901?ean=2940162818212" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/christmas-rekindled-sadira-stone/1137720901?ean=2940162818212</span></a></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0in;">Apple Books:</span><span style="text-indent: 0in;">
</span><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1532772664" style="text-indent: 0in;">https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1532772664</a></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0in;">Kobo: </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0in;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/christmas-rekindled" style="text-indent: 0in;">https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/christmas-rekindled</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Goodreads link: </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/55430214-christmas-rekindled"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/55430214-christmas-rekindled</span></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0in;">Universal book
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<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0in;">Ever since her
first kiss, Sadira’s been spinning steamy tales in her head. After leaving her
teaching career in Germany, she finally tried her hand at writing one. Now
she’s a happy citizen of Romancelandia, penning contemporary romance from her
new home in Washington State, U.S.A. When not writing, which is seldom, she
explores the Pacific Northwest with her charming husband, enjoys the local
music scene, plays darts (pretty well), plays guitar (badly), and gobbles all
the books. Visit Sadira at www.sadirastone.com.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-indent: 0in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Visit Sadira on All the Socials!<o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-indent: 0in;"><a name="_Hlk21690150"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Facebook: </span></a><a href="https://www.facebook.com/sadirastone/"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">https://www.facebook.com/sadirastone/</span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"></span></a><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;">Twitter: </span><a href="https://twitter.com/SadiraStone"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">https://twitter.com/SadiraStone</span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"></span></a><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;">Goodreads: </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18568049.Sadira_Stone"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18568049.Sadira_Stone</span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"></span></a><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;">Bookbub: </span><a href="https://www.bookbub.com/profile/sadira-stone"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">https://www.bookbub.com/profile/sadira-stone</span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"></span></a><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;">Amazon author page: </span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Sadira-Stone/e/B07KWK5FBX"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">https://www.amazon.com/Sadira-Stone/e/B07KWK5FBX</span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"></span></a><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;">Pinterest: </span><a href="https://www.pinterest.com/sadira0641/"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">https://www.pinterest.com/sadira0641/</span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"></span></a><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;">Instagram: </span><a href="https://www.instagram.com/sadirastone/"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">https://www.instagram.com/sadirastone/</span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"></span></a><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk21690150;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Author
newsletter: </span><a href="http://eepurl.com/dKLMP2">https://eepurl.com/dKLMP2</a><u><span style="color: #0563c1; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><o:p></o:p></span></u></p><br /><p></p>Marie Tuharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626552715518366993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302022582621822852.post-55606201975725738982020-08-28T10:47:00.000-07:002020-08-28T10:47:01.287-07:00Guest Post: D*mn Near Perfect by Nancy Fraser<p><span style="font-size: medium;">Today my guest is Nancy Fraser talking about her new book D*mn Near Perfect</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEingt0jYVNCqJcDuc-KwpZWeL7wKyWQ386II8CSqnoakqHuVcZSY24PmiWssssF0QyzmzCaFzPleKjSEo-WUd-Kqs5OxU4VsCMvf4ZIKtIz6faX9aQyHC3zeN0pNxE5OQHgc9DsxL_2cYkB/s2048/Damn+Near+Perfect+FINAL.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEingt0jYVNCqJcDuc-KwpZWeL7wKyWQ386II8CSqnoakqHuVcZSY24PmiWssssF0QyzmzCaFzPleKjSEo-WUd-Kqs5OxU4VsCMvf4ZIKtIz6faX9aQyHC3zeN0pNxE5OQHgc9DsxL_2cYkB/s640/Damn+Near+Perfect+FINAL.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Tell us a little about yourself.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Hmm ... how long have we got? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">I’ve been writing for over 30 years. My first book was published in 1996.
My next, not until 10 years later. Perseverance pays off, I guess. Since then I’ve
published over 30 romance novels, novellas, and short stories.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">I’m fortunate to have worked with a number of great editors and count
many, many authors among by best friends. Being an author is a great life. I
look forward to at least another decade of creating.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">What do like the most and the least
about writing?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">If I had to pick a “most”, I’d definitely say the satisfaction of
finishing a book and being able to share it out in the world. Also, the
kindness of readers who appreciate the hard work that goes into creating a
compelling book.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Least? Falling in love with my character and then having to day “goodbye”.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Blurb:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<h1 style="mso-list: none;"><span face="" style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Beth
Andrews has given up on ever finding a happily-ever-after. Still smarting from a
bitter divorce, she’s decided the only thing she truly needs is sex.<o:p></o:p></span></h1>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Unfortunately, wanting sex and actually finding it are two very
different things.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Jonathan Tucker is perfectly satisfied with his bachelor lifestyle. He
has a wonderful career, a kick-ass new condo, and any woman he wants. As often
as he wants. At twenty-seven, he’s convinced he’s living life exactly as it
should be.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Will the older, albeit sexy, ad executive and the handsome, talented
artist both find there’s more to life than what they have now? Or, will they be
satisfied with what the both claim to want—d*mn near perfect sex!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">What’s next on the writing horizon
for you?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">D*mn Near
Perfect is my first self-published project. I have another book, Return of the
Wolfe, coming out in September. I’m truly enjoying the freedom of
self-publishing and plan to keep it up for quite some time.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">I'll be teaming with 9 other wonderful authors in a box-set of contemporary holiday romances, Christmas Comes to Dickens, which will be up for pre-order on all platforms as of October 1st.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Is there anything you want to tell
readers?</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">If you find
an author you truly like, share his/her work with your friends and other romance
fans. Word-of-mouth is often how many authors get discovered, and read, by readers
who may never have known about their work.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Of course, I’d
be remiss without also saying “thank you” for your support. We hard-working
authors truly appreciate it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Excerpt:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Beth lit the tapered candles and opened a bottle of expensive red wine
so it could breathe. Harry would be there at any minute. Always prompt, the
investment banker was finally going to get what he’d been hinting at on their
last two dates.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Everything set, they’d have a quick dinner, a bit of serious foreplay,
some hot sex and maybe—just maybe—she’d be asleep before her upstairs neighbor
came home.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">The security buzzer chimed Harry Patterson’s arrival. The hand-carved
clock in the foyer cuckooed seven times. Checking her appearance in the hallway
mirror, Beth pressed the release switch on the outside entrance and opened her
apartment door in anticipation.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Moments later, the elevator door slid open and Harry, decked out as
always in a two-thousand-dollar <i>Armani</i> suit, stepped into the hall. Beth
could see another man standing just inside the elevator. The stranger raised
his head and their gazes met. He smiled, a teasingly devilish grin, and then he
winked at her. His gaze swept over her, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Harry, damn him, came forward, his approach blocking her line of vision,
stealing from her a last glimpse of one of the most handsome men she’d ever
seen, interrupting the wave of warmth flooding her body.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">“Beth, darling. How have you been?” Harry asked, his voice filled with
arrogant indifference.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Okay,
enough small talk. Let’s eat and then hit the sack</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Rather than voice her conscience’s desire for immediate action, she
said instead, “I’m fine, Harry. How about you?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">“As good as can be expected, given the state of the market lately. Are
those investments I recommended holding up for you?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">“They’re fine, I guess. I really don’t keep track.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">She could see shock and disappointment in the darkening of his gaze.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">“Really, Beth, you’ve got to pay more attention. You’re not getting
any younger you know. And, given what you lost in the divorce settlement, it’s
imperative you start rebuilding your portfolio.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">“It’s only been a year or two. And, I’m not <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">that </i>old.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">He took a step closer and laid his palm against her cheek. His hands
were soft, she noticed, probably softer than her own. She tried to imagine how
they’d feel caressing her body, yet the image wouldn’t come. She closed her
eyes and waited. Instead of conjuring up a picture of the two of them engaged
in a steamy clinch, she saw the man in the elevator, his grin taunting her, his
gaze assessing her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Most men, she realized, would take the demure closing of her eyes, the
subtle show of submission, as encouragement. Not Harry. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Rather than suggest skipping their meal altogether, he asked, “What’s
for dinner?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Buy Links:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08D7T5MG2/"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08D7T5MG2/</span></a><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Social media links:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Website: <a href="http://www.nancyfraser.ca/"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">www.nancyfraser.ca</span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/nfraserauthor"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">https://twitter.com/nfraserauthor</span></a><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>@nfraserauthor <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Bookbub: <a href="http://bookbub.com/profile/nancy-fraser"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">http://bookbub.com/profile/nancy-fraser</span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7206382.Nancy_Fraser"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7206382.Nancy_Fraser</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><a href="http://www.nancyfraser.ca/"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Website</span></a> ~ <a href="http://facebook.com/nancyfraserauthor"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Facebook</span></a> ~ <a href="https://twitter.com/nfraserauthor"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Twitter</span></a> ~ <a href="http://bookbub.com/profile/nancy-fraser"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Bookbub</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Nancy-Fraser/e/B004AOL61Y/"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Amazon Author Page</span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7206382.Nancy_Fraser"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Goodreads</span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.pinterest.ca/fraser425/"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Pinterest</span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcZdjsWDhFU&"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">YouTube</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p></p>Marie Tuharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626552715518366993noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302022582621822852.post-52002755362807154802020-08-27T01:00:00.004-07:002020-08-27T01:00:01.082-07:00Guest Post: Amber Eyes by Gabbi Black<p> <span style="font-size: medium;">Today my guest is Gabbi Black talking about her new release: Amber Eyes</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhFWd72pSja9VoWhdALYAOUmoGCkvhvsxzTv2Sjag-76ZsEB0zFvcHDniiYOT6-VtbPi5W_YI1hPuzSbuI8gGVXWviTPoexCvmF2V5WLR-InLi_04ZhuE_opNpSasDn-jHUqj2hGgRd_d/s2048/AmberEyes_w13857_med+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1278" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhFWd72pSja9VoWhdALYAOUmoGCkvhvsxzTv2Sjag-76ZsEB0zFvcHDniiYOT6-VtbPi5W_YI1hPuzSbuI8gGVXWviTPoexCvmF2V5WLR-InLi_04ZhuE_opNpSasDn-jHUqj2hGgRd_d/s640/AmberEyes_w13857_med+%25281%2529.jpg" /></a></div><b><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><p><b><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b></p>Tell us a little about yourself.</span></b><p></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">I wrote my first romance when I was in the eighth grade but took some
time off to get a traditional education. By the end of earning my undergraduate
degree in theater, the writing bug had bitten me again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wrote on and off for years but in 2012 started
to take the endeavor seriously.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have
written a whole bunch of books and am finally seeing the fruits of my labors
being recognized and my third romance is being published this week.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">What do like the most and the least
about writing?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">What I love the most is the creative process – actually sitting down and
pounding out that first draft.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What do I
like the least?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s a toss-up between
editing and marketing, but both are beasts of burden that come with this
endeavor.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Blurb:</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">School principal Gage Clayton is still grieving the death of his wife and submissive, yet he can't ignore his Dominant needs. As he enters Club Kink, he's inexplicably drawn to a newly released sub with an intriguing proposition and the most captivating amber eyes. But she has disturbing baggage and her expectations prove quite a challenge, one that would necessitate a commitment he's not ready for.</span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">Rielle Reid needs a Dom while she waits for her former Master to return. When she invites a handsome stranger to her home dungeon for a night of play, she's surprised at his gentle dominance—and her response to it. But in the light of day, his demand for equal footing confounds her. After living four years as a twenty-four/seven slave, she has no concept of how to be anything other than property.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gage must find a way to master Rielle to free them both from the shackles of the past.</span></p><div><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">What’s next on the writing horizon
for you?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I am
currently editing books 2 and 3 in the series I’ve titled <i>In Their Eyes</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i>Amber Eyes</i> is the first in the dark
erotic BDSM trilogy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve also written
another gay romance (under the pen name Gabbi Grey) and I am editing it as we
speak.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Is there anything you want to tell
readers?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">If not for
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">“I want you to tell me what you want, Rielle.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">Relief flooded her face in an unguarded moment. “I want you.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">This time he understood. “Where?”</span></p>
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I’ve been writing since the early 1990s and published my first book in 1996. Since then I’ve published over 30 romance novels, novellas, and short stories.</div>
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In my “real” life, I’m a lucky grandmother to five witty and talented grandchildren. I live on the east coast of Canada and—isolation aside—I love to travel (preferably to Las Vegas).</div>
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Least? Editing when it’s too late in the day to drink coffee. Thank goodness for Baileys!</div>
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Tax consultant Katherine Weller isn't ready for a relationship after a divorce that left her empty. But when her best friend suggests she set up a sex-only date through Lusty Liaisons, a unique and exclusive dating service, she's uncertain but intrigued.</div>
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Maybe a hot romp with a sexy, younger man is exactly what she needs to take that confident first step into her new life as a single woman.</div>
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Trust Me is the second short story in a planned five-story set, so at the moment I’m waiting on edits for #3 – Teach Me and writing #4 – Thrill Me in the meantime.</div>
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I’m also venturing into my first crack at self-publishing. My ultra-spicy novella, D*mn Near Perfect will be out at the end of August.</div>
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Yes, of course. I’m a grandma and full of great advice and suggestions! First off, I want to tell the readers exactly how much we appreciate them. If we didn’t, we wouldn’t keep writing. I also want to impress on them that one of the most important things they can do, as readers, is to share their love of a good book in the form of a review. Also...don’t be afraid to try new authors and new romance genres. There are so many good books out there at the moment. You wouldn’t want to miss a thing.</div>
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Monday came and went. Tuesday...nothing. By Wednesday, Katherine wanted nothing more than to bury herself beneath a mound of blankets and stay there until her death. Or her eightieth birthday, whichever came first. By then, she’d be over the embarrassment of not being chosen for a night of uncomplicated, albeit hot, sex.</div>
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Lillie’s daily request for a progress report wasn’t helping matters.</div>
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Katherine’s cell dinged—a sure sign Lillie was sending her another message of encouragement. After pouring herself a second glass of Cakebread Chardonnay, Katherine picked up her phone, ran her fingertips across the lock screen, and stabbed the blinking icon.</div>
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You have a request.</div>
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Katherine double checked the sender’s name. Lusty Liaisons.</div>
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Damn! Hands shaking, she opened the email.</div>
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You’ve made a sexy match!</div>
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A request for contact was received from Aaron Blake. Mr. Blake is offering a fun-filled night at the Hudson Inn, Somerville, for this coming Saturday beginning at eight in the evening. If you decide to accept, please respond to this email. We will make the arrangements and confirm within twenty-four hours.</div>
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Click the link below to read Aaron’s profile.</div>
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Aaron Blake, age thirty-two. Six-foot-two, two-hundred ten pounds. Occupation: government contractor. Sexual preferences: almost anything goes, although not into bondage.</div>
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Her gaze shot back to the top of the profile as it had at least a dozen times. Aaron Blake’s photo stared back at her. His crooked smile taunted her, as if daring her to ignore him. A thin scar ran from the corner of his right eye and down the side of his face, yet it wasn’t disfiguring in the least. If anything, it drew her attention to his deep-set, brown eyes and long lashes. His dark hair was peppered with a touch of gray. A hint of stubble shadowed his square jaw.</div>
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All-in-all, he was gorgeous. And no doubt able to get any woman he wanted. What could he possibly want with a woman ten years his senior?</div>
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Before she could lose her nerve, she pressed the reply key, checked the box that said “accept,” and hit the send button.</div>
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Marie Tuharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626552715518366993noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302022582621822852.post-53569869444430837702020-06-22T01:00:00.000-07:002020-06-22T01:00:05.682-07:00New Release: Risky Proposal by Marie TuhartI'm so thrilled today to have a new release available.<br />
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Risky Proposal was a call from The Wild Rose Press based on a small town in Vermont and the Deerbourne Inn. You don't have to read the other books in the series, but I encourage you to. This is a standalone book and I had a lot of fun writing the book. Plus if you read Red Club Temptation Jessie and Caleb make an appearance.<br />
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IT specialist Claire Holmes begins her stay at Deerbourne Inn to rejuvenate after her sister's tragic death. In a week, she'll start her dream job and embark on a whole new journey. But a leaky pipe leads to an unexpected reunion with the sexy plumber she had a blind date with a year ago. His dominant air calls to her slumbering submissive side. Vowing to be bold, she invites him to lunch...in hopes of maybe a little more.<br />
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Dominant Josh Hawkins has it all—a successful hardware store and the beginnings of a new BDSM club. He doesn't realize he's missing someone to share it with until Claire bursts into his world and shows him that her submissive tendencies are just what he needs in his life, even if for only a week. His risky proposal to explore the spark between them could ignite an inferno that neither can quench…<br />
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“This is Josh; he’s going to take a look at the sink,” Liz said.</div>
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“Oh good.” She stared at him. “I know you from somewhere.” Her voice was husky. She had the look of a woman who’d been woken up. There was something familiar about her as well.</div>
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“If you’ll excuse me, I have to go check on my kids,” Liz said. “Josh, you okay?”</div>
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Marie Tuharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626552715518366993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302022582621822852.post-57264236193106279852020-06-16T01:00:00.000-07:002020-06-16T01:00:01.021-07:00Guest Post: To Heal a Heart by Jana RichardsToday I get to welcome Jana Richards talking about her new release To Heal a Heart.<br />
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I write primarily contemporary romance, though I have written romantic suspense and historicals set during World War Two as well. Lately, I’ve been gravitating toward small town romance. That’s probably because I come from a rural and small town background and I feel like I understand the people who live there.<br />
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I love creating worlds, right down to the little details, and then creating characters to live in those worlds. That’s the fun part, even though it’s hard work and takes a lot of time. My least favorite thing about writing is the marketing I need to do so that readers can learn about my work; I can write the best book in the world, but if no one knows about it, it won’t get read. Like most writers, I’d rather be writing than marketing. But I know it’s a necessary part of the job. I’m trying to change my mindset about marketing so that I view it as a creative endeavor rather than unwelcome work. We’ll see if I succeed at that!</div>
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My new book, TO HEAL A HEART, released on June 15, 2020. It’s book 2 in my Masonville series of small-town romances. </div>
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Garrett Saunders' world changed two years ago on a road in Afghanistan. Back home, he feels like a stranger. As he struggles to find his place in the world, he meets a horse destined for the slaughterhouse and a woman bent on rescuing the strays of the world, including him.</div>
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Blair Greyson moves to Masonville to look after her ailing grandfather and give her rescue horses a home. Right away she butts heads with a surly former Marine. Despite a rocky start, they come to an agreement: Blair will board Garrett's rescue horse and he'll help with repairs around her farm.</div>
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I’m currently working on book 3 in the series, which I’m calling “Unexpected”. Blair’s brother Ben moves to Masonville with his two stepdaughters to get out of the city and be closer to family. But mostly he’s trying to run away from the threat of losing his children when their grandparents sue for custody. Jamie Garven wants a family and children and marrying Ben may be her only chance. Ben believes that the children’s grandparents will be more willing to let him raise them if they have both a mother and a father. Will their gamble pay off or will falling love ruin everything?</div>
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“Do you remember the last summer I saw you, just before I joined the Marines? Your brothers were both working for the summer, so you came out to your grandparents’ farm on your own.”</div>
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Blair’s face grew hot at the memory. She pulled his shirt from his jeans and laid her palm against the warm, hard muscles of his abdomen. “You mean the summer I threw myself at you and you totally rejected me? No, I barely remember that at all.”</div>
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He chuckled as he pushed her shirt off her shoulders. “I was sorely tempted that summer. There you were, prancing around in your short shorts and bikini top, working in your grandmother’s garden while I mowed the lawns. You must have known you were driving me crazy.”</div>
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Actually, she hadn’t known. He’d done a great job of ignoring her and making her believe she was nothing but a nuisance. She looked up at him, tilting her head to one side. “If you were so tempted, why did you tell me to take a hike when I tried to seduce you?”</div>
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“You were fifteen, Blair. Three years younger than me and just a kid. If you’d known what I wanted to do with you…” His unfinished sentence shimmered between them.</div>
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He was such an honorable man. He hadn’t wanted to take advantage of a young girl with a case of raging hormones and too little sense. A girl who believed her only worth was in what her body could give to a boy.</div>
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“Perhaps you can show me now.” Blair slowly lowered the zipper of his pants. “I’m not a kid anymore.”</div>
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I’ve always been a writer. My day job was as a journalist, a career I thoroughly enjoyed as it allowed me to write nearly every single day. I learned a lot about people in this job and some of that informs my fiction. I was fortunate enough to leave my day job to write fiction full time several years ago, and I’ve never looked back. Sea Salt Lavender for Aphrodite is my sixth book with The Wild Rose Press, and I have several more books in various stages of development.<br />
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Rosella Rivers enjoys the perfect life, loving her new ice cream food truck business featuring exotic flavors. But her beach view parking space is not so lovable when she finds an acquaintance stabbed to death in the boardwalk bathroom.</div>
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My current work in progress is the third book in my Spirited Quest mysteries. These books center around ghost blogger Jillian Winchester, who travels the world seeking out ghosts and then writing about them. This third book will catapult Jillian back in time to the 1870s. Not only does she have to figure out a way to return to the present, but she discovers she has been brought to the past for a particular reason. She has to solve this mystery before she will be able to return.</div>
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As I said above, I am so very grateful readers enjoy my books. It makes my day when I see a new review pop up – and, yes, I read and appreciate all of them. Readers spend their money and time on my novels and my goal is to sweep them away into another world. I want them to feel what I experience when I read a really good book.</div>
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The echo of a drip-drip-drip resonated from within. Rosella glanced around, wishing a man would pass by, someone she could send inside on her behalf. On this side of the structure, though, the beachfront was hidden from view and the building backed by sand dunes. Unless someone needed to use the facilities, they wouldn’t approach. </div>
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A distant chime from the town clock made her heart sink. Ten a.m. Opening time. She had to get back to her truck. A fresh round of anxious yips sounded. She scooted to the corner of the building and peeked toward her truck. Aphrodite stood at attention, straining at the leash. The dog barked twice at spotting her and renewed efforts to break free of the tether.</div>
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She returned to the doorway. “Mick, I’m just going to step inside since I’m a little bit worried, just to make sure you’re okay. Let me know if I shouldn’t come in.” No response sounded. “All right, coming in.”</div>
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The odor hit her first. Heavy, sweet, sickening. Then her eyes registered the scene. Mick lay face down in the middle of the tile floor, a steady stream of deep red blood winding its way toward a drain. </div>
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Marie Tuharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626552715518366993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302022582621822852.post-46775460383475701042020-05-18T01:00:00.000-07:002020-05-18T01:00:04.625-07:00Guest Post: Love, Art and Other Obstacles by Sadira StoneToday I'm very happy to welcome Sadira Stone to my blog. Her new release: Love, Art and Other Obstacles is the 3rd book in her Nivana series<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">.</i> And the new release is on sale in e-book format for $2.99 from May 18th until May 29th. (My plug - the book is really good, I love Elmer.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;">After a long teaching career in Germany, working with the kids of U.S. military members stationed there, I moved to Washington State. Now I spend my days in my little home office writing steamy contemporary romance. I’m loving my new chapter in life! The writers I’ve met, in person and online, are the most supportive group of friends you could ask for. When I’m not writing or reading, you’ll find me walking around Tacoma, playing darts (I’m getting better), playing ukulele and guitar with Hubs, family, and friends, or cooking up a storm. When this horrible virus finally subsides, I look forward to exploring the Pacific Northwest and hosting parties again!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;">I’m a weirdo—I actually enjoy editing more than I enjoy writing the first draft, which can be a slog. Once I have words on paper, I can shape them into a satisfying story. Finding ways to promote my work can also be a slog. I look forward to the days when I have enough writing income to hire someone else to handle promo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;">Rejected by her family for her bisexuality, graphic artist Margot DuPont yearns for a life with no fences, no limits, and no family ties. Between college, work at Book Nirvana, and an art competition, she barely has time for her part-time girlfriend, much less a flirtation with her competitor.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;">Dumped into the foster system at a young age, ceramics artist Elmer Byrne craves a big, loving family of the heart. His artist family almost fills that need, but something is missing...until Margot. But when he offers his heart, her thorny defenses shatter him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;">Thrown together in an art competition that could jump-start one artist's career, but not both, their irresistible attraction forces them to reconsider the meaning of success.</span><br />
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I have a steamy romance novella coming this summer, set in a Washington beach town, and I’m working on a romance series set in a bar in Tacoma.</div>
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I hope you’ll enjoy the <b>Book Nirvana</b> series, steamy contemporary romance set in a quirky bookshop in Eugene, Oregon. What sets this shop apart is its extensive erotica collection, kept behind a locked red door. Every couple in the series has their turn exploring the sensual delights hidden in the back of the shop!</div>
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Book One, <b>Through the Red Door</b>, features Clara Martelli, the bookshop’s widowed owner, who reluctantly ventures into the dating world a year after losing her husband. Two enticing men want her, one suave and risky, the other soothing and safe.</div>
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Book Two, <b>Runaway Love Story</b>, features Laurel Jepsen, a new employee who makes a detour to Eugene to help her elderly great-aunt and finds unexpected love on the running trails beside the Willamette River. The trouble is, he can’t leave Eugene, and she’s only passing through.</div>
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That fuzzy, flame-colored beard of his must tickle. What would it feel like brushing against her breasts, over her belly, between her thighs?</div>
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Maxie waved. “Margot, you remember Elmer? He gave me a ride.” She nudged him with her bony elbow. “Isn’t he cute?”</div>
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“How’s it going, Margot?” His grin widened as his gaze flicked down her body and back up.</div>
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Maxie’s merry gaze flicked from Elmer to Margot. “He’s exhibiting at the Rainbow Center on Saturday.” She grinned up at Elmer. “Margot helped Laurel design that poster for the art show.”</div>
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She shook her head. “It’s Laurel’s work. I just helped her with the graphic design software.”</div>
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She curled her lip and prepared for battle with yet another snooty artist who looked down his precious nose at graphic arts, like nothing with words or photos could ever count as real art. “I make stuff everyone sees, not just rich people in art galleries.” She stepped closer, glaring up into his startled face while she ticked off on her fingers. “Posters for community events, book covers, the logo for this shop, and its website and signage and—”</div>
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He raised both hands and backed off a few steps. “Relax, angry elf. I wasn’t putting down your work, okay? I said I liked the poster. Jeesh.”</div>
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Her cheeks flushed hot. “Okay, cool. Sorry. So, um, what are you exhibiting at the show?”</div>
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“Ceramics. Beer steins, mostly. Donated a dozen to the Rainbow Arts Center.” He winked, her dig seemingly forgotten. “If someone likes my stuff, maybe they’ll order a complete set.”</div>
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The pretty potter smooched Maxie’s cheek. “Well, gotta shove off. Max, I’ll pick you up at ten on Saturday. Ladies.” He pantomimed lifting a hat brim, then ambled toward the door.</div>
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“I’ve seen him in action. He flirts for sport. I’m not gonna be anyone’s plaything.”</div>
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“Of course, doll.” Maxie tottered toward the coffee shop next door.</div>
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Her eyes narrowed. “Sometimes. Why?”</div>
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“On his way out, he asked about you.”</div>
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“Oh, so I should date him, get him off your back?” She scrubbed her fingers through her hair. “No thanks.”</div>
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“Well, I hope you’ll come to the art show anyway. I’m running the race at ten, but I’ll help with the set-up beforehand.” She cracked a crooked smile. “I’ll do my best to corral Elmer. Gotta warn you, though—if he sets his mind on you, he’s persistent.”</div>
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“Don’t worry.” She shoved a hand through her spiky hair. “I can handle pushy guys. I know how to push back.”</div>
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<b>Wicked Sanctuary...surrender your inhibitions</b><br />
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Escaping her ex-boyfriend’s horror-themed campout, Sierra Blake stumbles into a world she never imagined. Curious and spirited, but with a history of picking the wrong man, she must learn to trust her instincts and find her inner strength to become the woman she is meant to be.<br />
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Sierra fought the urge to take a step back at the rough male voice. Blinking the rain out of her eyes, she stared at the bare male chest. Her heart pounded as she allowed her gaze to travel up the sculpted pecs, to unsmiling lips, stormy hazel eyes, straight, medium length black hair and a pair of red devil horns on his head. The man was tall, over six feet.</div>
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She swallowed. “Sorry to bother you. If I could borrow your phone, I need to call someone to pick me up.”</div>
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The man made a noise in the back of his throat. “Ralph,” he said over his shoulder, “towels please, and lots of them.” </div>
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His husky voice sent a shiver down her spine. Must be the rain. He was staring down at her. </div>
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“But the floors…” She was dripping water from everywhere.</div>
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He reached out and took her by the elbow before pulling her into the foyer and slamming the door shut behind them. “Floors can be cleaned. You’re shivering.” He glanced down at her. “May I?” He gestured to her feet.</div>
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She nodded without thinking. He was right; she was soaked and cold. Her gaze shifted as he knelt down and unlaced her boots. </div>
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“I’m sorry to disturb your party.” She ignored the zing of arousal shooting down her spine as his fingers curved around her ankle after removing her boots.</div>
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“The horns.” She waved toward his head.</div>
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“Ah, yes. Saints and Sinners party.”</div>
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Marie Tuharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626552715518366993noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302022582621822852.post-85567008624424933922020-04-09T01:00:00.000-07:002020-04-09T01:00:05.525-07:00Guest Post: Rock House Grill by D.V. StoneToday my guest is D.V. Stone talking about her new release: Rock House Grill<br />
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Hi, my name is D. V. Stone. I’m a multi-genre author and blogger. I also work full-time in a medical office but have a retirement countdown app in my phone. Camping in my RV is one of my favorite things to do. My husband, Pete, dog Hali, and I have had, and look forward to many adventures.<br />
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I went to twelve different schools and graduated high school in an alternative education program. From living on a dairy farm in Minnesota, I can milk a cow or a goat. Delivered calves and lost a boot in a pile of manure. <br />
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Through my life I’ve had a wide and varied career path ranging from waiting tables, hotel maid, dump-truck driver, Emergency Medical Technician, manager in an animal emergency hospital, restaurant, and coffee shop owner. I even worked in a State Prison for many years.<br />
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I love discovering new characters and naming them. I particularly love how they reveal themselves as the writing process moves forward.<br />
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Least? I think I’m in a big company when I say marketing. Figuring out how to get my books in front of readers.<br />
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One man’s choices—One woman’s impact</div>
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Aden House, successful but driven chef and TV personality, refuses to slow down. His life implodes one night, damaging him both physically and emotionally. He's rescued by a woman he thinks of as his angel.</div>
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There are several things in my to-do pile. Jazz House, the second Impact book is moving along nicely. I have a second fantasy-romance also in the works. Hopefully, when I retire, things will ease up and I can work faster.</div>
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All my books are about hope. I’m going to let a minor character named John from Rock House Grill give you a line which I try to live by…</div>
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<i>“Circumstances change us. We can curse them and let them control us. Or, we allow whatever happens to make us better.”</i></div>
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“Easy, you’re going to be okay.” A soft voice eased through the chaos around him. The owner of the voice grabbed his arms and held them in a firm but gentle grip. “I’m right here with you. You are not alone.” </div>
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“Can hardly m-move.” His voice slurred. “C-can’t see anything.” </div>
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“You’ve been in an accident. I’m an EMT with the ambulance squad,” the velvety voice calmly explained. “You can’t see well because we’re under a tarp. Hold still, okay?” </div>
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“‘K.” A small light flickered at the edge of his vision. It shone into a bag next to him. Penlight. </div>
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“You’re restrained to a board. It’s to keep your head from moving and causing more injury.” She continued to talk to him. The voice reached down somewhere inside him, calming and peaceful, so he focused on it. A glow from spotlights on the outside lit whatever covered them. The shadow gave the woman the appearance of a halo—like an angel.</div>
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I'm happy to be able to show off Peggy's cover for her new book: Vanilla with a Twist part of The Wild Rose Press One Scoop or Two series.<br />
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Tandy Blakemore spends her days running her New England ice cream parlor, single-parenting her teenage son, and trying to keep her head above financial water. No easy feat when the shop's machinery is aging and her son is thinking about college. Tandy hasn't had a day off in a decade and wonders if she'll ever be able to live a worry-free life.<br />
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Engineer Deacon Withers is on an enforced vacation in the tiny seaside town of Beacher's Cove. Overworked, stressed, and lonely, he walks into Tandy's shop for a midday ice cream cone and gets embroiled in helping her fix a broken piece of equipment.<br />
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<br />Marie Tuharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626552715518366993noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302022582621822852.post-87605789513896255122020-02-24T01:00:00.000-08:002020-02-24T01:00:01.954-08:00Guest Post: My Past, Your Future by Gabbi GreyToday I'm welcoming Gabbi Grey and her debut novel: My Past, Your Future which is part of the Deerbourne Inn series from The Wild Rose Press.<br />
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I live in beautiful British Columbia on a mountain, surrounded by trees, racoons, deer, and other woodland creatures. My fur baby chinpoo Ally is my constant companion, barking at those nasty bears. I work for government by day, and by night crafts stories where my characters get happy endings. I write contemporary, gay, sweet, and dark erotic BDSM romances. I firmly believe in making my characters suffer before finding their true love.<br />
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A Civil War ghost, a history professor, and the magic of the Winter Solstice…</div>
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Callum MacLaren, a professor from Scotland, visits Willow Springs, Vermont during the Winter Solstice to study and explore the rich history of St. Joseph's Cemetery. His encounter with a sexy soldier in a tattered Civil War uniform is a captivating puzzle, and the more he learns, the deeper his attraction.</div>
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A hundred and fifty years ago, Elijah Freeman was killed during the Second Battle of Fort Wagner and woke up in Willow Springs, the only home he'd known. Alone, he roams the town, unable to leave or interact with a single soul until an intriguing Scot addresses him. Even stranger, the man can see him, hear him, and touch him--a sizzling caress that leaves Elijah aching for more.</div>
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I’ve written a novella for the One Scoop or Two call for The Wild Rose Press, and I have a dark erotic BDSM novel coming out with them later in the year.</div>
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I’m versatile and write across a number of subgenres in romance including gay, dark erotic BDSM, sweet, and contemporary. I’ve also got stories that include paranormal and historical elements. I’m okay with taking risks and stepping out of my comfort zone. I provide emotionally satisfying happy endings because I create deep connections with my characters, and they become like friends to me. These characters are ordinary people, in ordinary places, finding themselves facing extraordinary circumstances.</div>
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Was a graveyard female or male? The place could be an it, but assigning a gender felt more appropriate. That somehow humanized something most people avoided at all costs but that he loved almost as much as life itself. There was something about walking about the graves, reading dedications and plaques, that always gave him a sense of life. The inhabitants might be dead, but their spirits lived on, and if he was lucky, would offer their stories and share their lives.</div>
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A figure loomed in front of him, not thirty feet away. Since he’d believed himself alone, this was an unexpected turn. He used the flashlight to examine the solitary person, mindful of not shining the light in the person’s eyes. His eyes? Yes, most likely a man. Shorter in stature than himself, and on the average side. The man leaned against a grave and glared indolently. Both Callum’s torch and the light of the moon illuminated him. Weren’t they due for a full moon on the solstice in two days?</div>
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“Hello.” Nothing to be lost by being friendly.</div>
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Amazon US: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B083RYY833/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i1">https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B083RYY833/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i1</a></div>
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I grew up in the Adirondack mountains, in a tiny town of about 200 residents. The third child of six total, I was always a bit of a loner and would lose myself in books as often as not. My mom was a nurse, and my dad an outside electrician, and both came from large families, so education was considered important. Luckily, I was gifted with a healthy amount of intelligence and enjoyed school. My dad spent large amounts of time laid off, so I wanted a stable profession and became a chemist. I did that for twenty years, then went into IT until I retired three years ago.<br />
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In A Matter of Manners, Jeremy Wyles is a duke who believes himself sterile. He's also a sadist and fears no lady would agree to marry him. When a woman shows up on his doorstep, pregnant and claiming to be his wife, he glimpses a chance to have the family he’s always wanted. A loveless marriage in name only seems the perfect solution, except for two problems – the lady resists the idea and he’s not sure he can resist his wicked urges.</div>
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I’m currently working on a rewrite of the first story I ever wrote. It’s the first in a Scottish Highlander series I call Tartan Threads. Set in the seventeenth century, the series is considerably less steamy than my Shades of Sin series and revolves around a laird and his closest friends. Wild Rose Press has already contracted the second in the series, but they want to publish MacGregor’s Promise before MacIan’s Curse. (Titles are still tentative.) While less erotic, the Tartan Threads series delivers an emotional rush just as intense and adds a touch of paranormal into the mix. In MacGregor’s Promise the hero’s sixth sense lends a bit of tension to the story, and in MacIan’s Curse an ancestral ghost enjoys teasing our our hero and heroine when she isn’t safeguarding our characters.</div>
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Follow your dreams, even when you aren’t sure they’re headed where you expected them to end up. Some of our best dreams are the ones that follow a path we didn’t see or wouldn’t choose for ourselves.</div>
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A marriage of convenience...or could it be more?</div>
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Footsteps echoed from the hallway, drawing her attention, but Jeremy continued to stare. He didn’t care who entered. He wanted to ogle her for a few minutes.</div>
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My husband and I live in Sacramento, California for six months and in Chandler, Arizona for the other half of the year. My family is the most important part of my life. My friends come in a close second. I have been writing for years, but it wasn’t until I buckled down and studied the markets and tried my darndest to sell, that things began to happen. I love writing for The Wild Rose Press. All the authors are not only friends but like family. Everyday I learn something new about writing and marketing. I can’t picture being published with anyone else.<br />
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Madison receives acclaim for running a talent agency for people with disabilities, but she doesn't know how to take care of herself. When her altruism becomes life-threatening, she joins a reality TV show that pairs her with hot, raven-haired Brandon. He is witty, sexy, and her teacher. That makes him off limits.<br />
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Struggling business owner Audrey Powell has just lost her mother. She’s returned to Venice Beach to take over the tea house her mother made so special. She’s determined to keep Mama’s spirit of helping others alive. But she has no one to help her run things…until enter Liam James, the hunky chef who works miracles with food.<br />
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Liam James is a spy with British Intelligence. He sets up surveillance in the tea house where secrets are being leaked that threaten national security. To fit in with the clientele, he must work under the guise of a chef. Never has he allowed a woman to get in the way of a mission, until he meets Audrey. Trouble is, she isn’t who she claims to be.<br />
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Madison hadn’t slept well. Her dreams were like trying to see through a dark sheet of glass. She awoke to thirst and wandered downstairs for a drink of filtered water. She’d fallen asleep in her clothes. She ran her fingers through her disheveled hair. </div>
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She snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Brandon, are you okay?” He didn’t look well. In the lamplight, she could see the shadows under his eyes as if he hadn’t had any sleep. </div>
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“Hi there,” he said, “I could ask the same of you. You left in quite a huff last night. Were you able to work through your anger?” </div>
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“It’s our last day together, our last morning.” You donkey, don’t you get it? Talk about clueless; he took the cake. </div>
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His eyes were bloodshot, and he closed them as if not wanting her to see he looked like he’d been up the entire night drinking whiskey and shooting pool. “You probably are feeling a little afraid, Madison.” </div>
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“Big-time.” Her own voice sounded small, but then there was that knot in her throat…I want you to stay!</div>
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He slapped the arm of the chair. “I’ve got an idea.” He motioned to her, his face filled with that boyish wonder she’d come to cherish. “Let’s go watch the sunrise.” </div>
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“I’m game.” She followed him into the gunmetal darkness where the air didn’t stir, and the only sounds were of the ocean roaring in the distance. Harley had lumbered out behind her, licking her heels. </div>
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She was so close to him her thigh scraped against his, close enough to inhale that male testosterone that was exclusively Brandon Kennedy. Their fingers touched, sending a surge of electricity throughout her, making her miss a step. As if it were instinctual, he took her hand in his. She noted the texture of his rough palm against hers. No eyeballing cameras had snuck behind them to their destination. She had him all to herself. Imagine that? What she could do, if he let her. </div>
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They took stock of the light show just getting ready to start. She shivered in the chilly morning air. Seeing her, he wrapped his arms around her, and she thought she’d do something dumb like tell him how much she cared. She couldn’t help laying her head on his mighty shoulder. It felt good to cuddle with him, natural and intimate.</div>
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What Madison felt was Brandon’s body heat radiating through her, tightening her muscles, skimming up her spine. That kind of warmth should come with a warning—exposure might cause side effects. Maybe she could have blamed it on chemistry or like attracting like—called it a lethal injection. She was dying for want of him. </div>
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I’ve been writing since 2009, when I finally picked up a story I’d started twenty years earlier. I have affection for keeping the family name continuing and I thought a book would be a good way of leaving my mark. What I didn’t count on was the writer’s bug. I had only planned on writing the one story. It was a suspense that took me two years to write during lunch hours. Once I had finished, I had all that time on my hands. So, I developed a board game and wrote a fantasy based on it. My third book was a mystery with its own opinionated detective and a love scene. Half-way though my fourth novel, I learned the meaning of writer’s block. Then something TOTALLY out of character happened. I came up with an edgy love story that flooded my head with all kinds of possibilities, and I wrote a story in the one genre I never saw myself being equated with – Romance. Straight from the Heart became my breakout novel that put me in touch with Extasy Books. That was my beginning of becoming a romance novelist. I now have nine books with a tenth due out in the beginning of the New Year. I also have two short stories and my third, Choosing Fate, published and available on eXtasybooks today.<br />
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I am married, with 4 kids and 3 grandkids, all living in upstate New York<br />
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What I like most, is being able to come up with a believable plot and slipping in quietly, parts that somehow come to light later on in the story. Straight from the Heart was filled with them. I alluded to a secret she had, but few of my readers caught them. They became obvious when the secret was revealed.<br />
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What I hate is partially the English language at fault. If I go too fast in my typing, I can type a word that is real, sounds exactly like the word I want, but is a totally different meaning. For an easy example using the word pear when I mean pair.<br />
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My short story, Choosing Fate, which I always seem to go right up to the maximum number of words allowed for the short story, is a heart warmer for eXtasy Books’ New Year’s short story collection:<br />
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Samuel Misner is in a slow downward spiral and has been for the last four years since his wife and son died. Turned bitter, he catches a young orphaned boy stealing a couple doughnuts from his shop. His assistant of eight years leaves him at the beginning of the Christmas holiday, his busiest time. To try to win her back, he hires the same boy who stole the pastries. As they begin develop a bond, he realizes that he isn’t the only person with a bleak past and can’t go through with the charade. Will his assistant see through him, or will she return?<br />
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Currently, I’m working on what appears to be my first novella for eXtasy’s special collection called Noted. My story is called On a Side Note. After I finish, I will return to my Heart series with book number four. As with the other three, I have new main characters but the same secondary characters<br />
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My Heart series centers around the town my parents grew up in. I used homes and other landmarks familiar to me. I took pictures and made videos of the sites in the stories. They’re on my web site.<br />
Watch for my next story, The Reluctant Private Eye. It’s a mystery/suspense in first person centering on a housewife who wants to find out who killed her husband.<br />
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“I don’t make exceptions. If I make one for you, pretty soon I have everyone waiting ’til closing.” He turned around and walked into the back room.</div>
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The woman paid in cash and murmured, “Thank you so much. Keep the change.”</div>
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“Thank you.” Carrie smiled as the woman walked away. She closed and locked the door, then turned to find her boss standing with hands on hips and a frown on his face.</div>
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“Sam, you’ve been on your own for close to four years now. It’s time to move on with your life.”</div>
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“No, it’s not easy. You lost your wife and your son, but I lost my brother that same night.”</div>
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He hung up the receiver as soon as he heard the click on the other end. The last thing I need is the memory of another Christmas gone by. He flashed back to that fateful Christmas Eve when he’d returned home from a busy day at the bakery to find his wife and son had gone out. The note she’d written lay on the dining room table, telling him they went to the store to get some eggnog. Then the phone call. His wife was in emergency surgery—no mention of his son.</div>
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Marie Tuharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626552715518366993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302022582621822852.post-88622988927001859982019-12-18T01:00:00.000-08:002019-12-18T01:00:02.292-08:00Guest Post: A Winter Knight by Barbara BettisI'm please to have Barbara Bettis on my blog talking about her release: A Winter Knight<br />
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I’ve finally retired from teaching English and Journalism at a local four year college and, after early retirement there, taught a few more years at a nearby two-year college. Before that, I worked for small daily newspapers so my two sons could grow up in a small town, and was a stringer for the AP, the Kansas City Star, and the Little Rock Democrat-Gazette. While working toward my doctorate, I wrote feature articles for area magazines and edited a local weekly in summers because I believed journalism was (is) a subject one must keep up with in real time if one is to teach it. Although my doctorate was in higher education, my major was in journalism and my dissertation was in Journalism Ethics. I still have a fierce devotion to the ‘old style’ journalism traditions of accuracy, fairness, telling all prominent sides of a story, and avoiding fallacious reasoning. (That last, certainly, is not easy to do!) I six grandchildren and they are absolute delights.<br />
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<i>He’s running from his past; she’s running from her future. But on a snowy winter night, they find each other and the surprising gift of love.</i><br />
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Sir Nicholas has given up on marriage. These days he’s content to captain his friend’s troops and avoid entanglements—until one winter night when he rescues a half-frozen woman from a snowstorm. Her irrepressible spirit and kindness to others reminds him that all ladies aren’t like his former intended, who wed his brother while Nick was on crusade. But he can’t open his heart to Lady Clare. She’s bound to another, and Nick won’t forfeit his honor.<br />
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Lady Clare’s dying grandfather has arranged her betrothal, but the arrival of the man she’s to wed sends her fleeing into a snowstorm. Injured when her horse stumbles, she’s rescued by a mysterious knight. She recovers at his run-down manor, safe at last—until her betrothed tracks her down two days before Christmas. Trapped at home with the wedding imminent, she longs for the winter knight she’s come to love.<br />
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Only a miracle can bring Clare and Nick together. But at Christmas, anything is possible.<br />
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I’m finishing a short story that will appear in collection of short stories about Feisty Heroines. That’s currently on pre-order for 99 cents.<br />
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The strange horse fidgeted in the bailey, tossing its mane and stomping the new white fall into mud. The stable lad grasped the reins and murmured to the nervous animal. After a few token twitches, it settled in to nose against the boy’s shoulder while Nicholas removed a bag from one side of the saddle. He pulled open the cord and peered inside. Tom had been right. A lady’s garments.<br />
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Nicholas swore under his breath. What feather-brained female would venture out in a storm with such few belongings? Any lady he’d ever known traveled with trunks of adornments.<br />
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<i>“Merde!”</i> He sighed and ducked his head, then muttered another curse when kernels of icy snow melted down the back of his neck.<br />
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I have an overactive imagination that has always gotten me into trouble. LOL. As a child the imagination turned into night frights which terrorized my parents. As soon as I learned to channel that imagination in the form of writing my stories on paper, the night frights subsided or at least were manageable. It’s been several years since I’ve had one, but they seem to raise their ugly head at the most inopportune times. Like during a camping trip with my husband. My terror screaming awoke him and the campground. I had some ‘splaning to do the next morning. I’m a by-the-seat-of-my-pants writer so I never know where my characters are going to take me. I avoid living in reality as often as possible.<br />
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What I like about being a writer living in a fantasy world that I create. I love being able to whisk people away from their ordinary world into a romantic, fantasy adventure that they will never want to leave. Everyone needs a little fantasy in their life. Don’t you think?<br />
What I like least about being a writer is the promotion it takes away from my writing time. But it is a necessary component to becoming a successful author.<br />
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For several months a Scottish Highland Ghost has haunted Daylan, in his personal life, his professional life and at his forge. Yet, being a talented warlock, he is no closer to discovering what the ghost wants or why he chose Daylan. A trip to Colorado may have unforeseen consequences especially when family history leads him to a shocking discovery. </div>
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I’m writing the third book in A Witch’s Journey. It was my nano project. I have only a couple more chapters to write, polish the manuscript and off to my editor. Then I’m considering writing a short story for One Scoop or Two the new series from The Wild Rose Press. Crafting a short story for me is a challenge. I’ve done it twice, Charm Me and Mystic Maples. Both time’s it was rough to keep it to the word count required. Both books were quite popular. </div>
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I am so very thankful for my readers. I know they are going to love Charm Me Again. Catching up with Summer and Devlin from Charm Me and learning about Josie and Daylan will keep ‘em on the edges of their seats!</div>
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Suddenly the wind increased and changed direction bringing a cold chill to the warm day. She tugged her sweater close around her as a thin maroon line formed along the flat bottom of a dark, boiling cloud spreading across the sky. Moments before there’d been only an occasional fluffy white cloud floating in the bright blue sky. Oh, no, not again.</div>
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The line slowly drifted to vertical and spread open to reveal a sparkling interior. Four striking creatures, sharp-angled features with fierce expressions on their inhumanly handsome faces appeared. Gleaming swords hung at their sides as they slipped out of the cloud and stepped onto the ground not more than fifty feet from her and Daylan along the tree line of the property. Holy shit. This can’t be happening.</div>
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She rubbed her eyes but when she opened them the men were still there. Dressed in heavy boots, jeans, and formfitting leather vests, shimmering silver bands adorned their muscular upper arms. Two of them had thick shoulder length blond hair, the others had jet black hair hanging in waves past their shoulders.</div>
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She jumped up and opened her mouth to scream. But Daylan reacted faster clapping his hand over her mouth while still facing the advancing creatures. To her surprise, a soft giggle escaped from her lips. They look like a group of medieval bikers. Their apparent leader, his reddish sable hair hung well beyond his shoulders in waves, paused a few yards in front of them.</div>
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Tena Stetler is a best-selling author of award winning paranormal romance with an over-active imagination. She is adventuring into the world of cozy mysteries next year. Her books tell tales of magical kick-ass women and mystical alpha males that dare to love them. Travel, adventure and a bit of mystery flourish in her books along with a few companion animals to round out the tales.</div>
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Marie Tuharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626552715518366993noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302022582621822852.post-37868840387004375812019-12-05T01:00:00.000-08:002019-12-05T01:00:12.671-08:00Guest Post: Today, Tomorrow, Always by Peggy JaegerMy Guest today I Peggy Jaeger talking about her new book: Today, Tomorrow, Always<br />
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Last November my first book in my bridal series A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN – DEARLY BELOVED – released. I’d been wanting to write a bridal series for a while and finally had enough time in my schedule to plot out and pen the three main books of the series, each one concerning a different sister who collectively run a bridal business. I knew nothing about wedding planners, wedding Officiants, or anything else wedding related since I got married 175 years ago and things have changed a bit in the industry since then.<br />
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As I said, book 1 released in November 2018.<br />
On Christmas Eve 2018, my lovely, only daughter got engaged.<br />
See? Serendipity.<br />
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Armed now with all the current knowledge for planning a fabulous wedding, I offered my services and was told that my daughter, my lovely, smart and frugal daughter, was hiring a wedding planner.<br />
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Yeah. That was pretty much my response, too.<br />
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But you know what? It worked to my advantage because I was now so knowledgeable about the duties of a wedding planner (DEARLY BELOVED is about a wedding planner!) I could offer advice to my daughter on pricing, duties, etc.<br />
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So, score one for Mom and serendipity!<br />
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Book 2, TODAY, TOMORROW, ALWAYS is about wedding officiant/lawyer sister Cathy and her road to her own HEA.<br />
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Lawyer Cathleen O'Dowd wants to break free from her boring image. Widowed young, she's toed the good-girl line but now wants a little fun and laughter in her days…and nights. Living in a small town, though, she can't do anything that would tarnish her professional reputation.<br />
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Mac Frayne's tragic past has turned him into a sullen loner. In town to write a book on the city's founder, his plan is to get it done, then head home to his solitary existence.<br />
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When circumstances force them to work together, their opposing personalities clash, but the sexual attraction between them is palpable.<br />
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His expression changed from wide-eyed with excitement to something entirely different. Something deep and dark and—gulp—wild. </div>
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He dipped his head, those dreamy eyes dark now with desire, and zeroed in on my own like a laser pointer. Hypnotized by the naked need facing me, I took a breath—a physical and a mental one—and pushed up on my unshod toes until my lips pressed against his. </div>
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Marie Tuharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626552715518366993noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302022582621822852.post-28322966156698140462019-11-18T06:00:00.000-08:002019-11-18T06:00:07.942-08:00New Release and Free ebook - From Marie TuhartToday is the release of Her Desert Protector<br />
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This is the final book in the Desert Destiny Series<br />
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Journalist Zoey Lace is determined her exposé on the progressive country of Bashir will be her strongest travel piece yet. Upon her arrival, she finds not all is peaceful in this beautiful land. When Prince Khalid Al-Hakim insists her life is in danger and he must protect her, can she trust the prince’s reasons or is there some hidden agenda?<br />
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Marie Tuharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626552715518366993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302022582621822852.post-9288271903366318042019-11-11T06:55:00.000-08:002019-11-11T06:55:06.316-08:00New Release: Bound to Love You by Marie TuhartI'm so happy to have Bound to Love You released today - this is book 3 in my short story series about Club Crave.<br />
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Rachel Nelson and Boyd Phillips have been married for short time, enjoying kink at home as well as at Club Crave. Bondage has always been a hard limit for the feisty sub, thought it's something she knows her sexy yet caring Dom wants to try. Can game night help her push past her fears and take their relationship to the next level?<br />
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Rachel Nelson smiled as she walked into Club Crave with her husband, Boyd. They’d been married for six months now; the best six months of her life. She’d never been happier. She’d found a man who enjoyed kink as much as she did.<br />
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Game night was always fun, yet tonight, her nerves were stretched tight. The past few weeks at the club, Boyd had wanted to try bondage, and she had kept putting him off. Game night always pushed a subs boundaries a bit, and she could only hope he didn’t push too far.<br />
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Excited for tonight?” Boyd asked, raising their joined hands so he could kiss the back of hers.<br />
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“Yes, Sir. Game night is always fun.” Anticipation warred with her taut nerves.<br />
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“Good.” With his free hand, he brushed a lock of her hair away from her face. “Your hair is falling down.”<br />
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“Let me. It’s my fault since I messed it up.” Boyd turned her around, and his hands slid into her hair. She shivered as he pulled the pins out, then gathered her hair and put the pins back in.<br />
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Amazon: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZMZ32FK">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZMZ32FK</a><br />
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Barnes & Nobel: <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bound-to-love-you-marie-tuhart/1134408016?ean=2940160729800">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bound-to-love-you-marie-tuhart/1134408016?ean=2940160729800</a><br />
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Kobo: <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/bound-to-love-you">https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/bound-to-love-you</a><br />
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Universal Link: <a href="https://books2read.com/BoundToLoveYou">https://books2read.com/BoundToLoveYou</a><br />
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