tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15690955486332951102024-03-13T22:42:09.068-07:00Starry Eyed RomanceT Stokeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09860503941073509223noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569095548633295110.post-51880543290713493812021-10-08T13:03:00.001-07:002021-10-08T13:14:57.034-07:00Friday snippet #teaser from #romcom #fantasy #romance Stone Kisses<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Two gods left over from ancient times, trapped in a game of love.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Down the centuries they play the game until someone breaks the rules.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Stella was surprised to
see Justin arrive. She hadn’t expected him until after seven, but it was lovely
all the same. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Justin held her and
moved his face for a kiss on the lips. Then he hugged her tight.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I’m sorry about
Mercury,” he whispered against her lips. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Stella nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They walked into her
house, and she offered Justin coffee, but he pulled her close and leaned
against the kitchen table with her standing between his legs.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“When did you discover
him gone?” Justin asked, because he wanted her to talk through her sadness.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“This morning when I
went out there with my coffee to talk to him he’d vanished. I called the police
and they came about an hour later. They don’t hold out much hope of getting him
back for me, although they were kind.” Stella’s sigh rang with sorrow.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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her. He put a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed it. Then he kissed her
lips gently before he answered. Faced with her sadness he felt wretched about
stealing Mercury away from her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“We’ll get you
something else, and in fact I’ve brought you something already to cheer up the
empty place where Mercury used to be. Come out to my car. Let’s get it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Stella smiled softly at
him. “Justin, that’s so kind of you.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He got the big frog out
of the back of the SUV, and the pot of pink daisies, which he gave to Stella to
carry as he closed the back of the car up.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Justin, this is
lovely. Flowers and a frog” Stella smiled in delight and kissed him before they
walked down the side path to her back garden.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once
there, Justin placed the frog next to the pond, and Stella put the big pot of
pink daisies on her patio paving before she walked down to the pond. She
watched Justin angle the frog so that it looked as if the frog was leaping into
the water.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He looked at her for
approval as he stood back. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Stella went to him and
put her arm around his waist. “Justin, thank you this is such a kind thing to
do. The frog and the flowers are lovely,” she told him again.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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and crushed her against him because he loved her, and he was so sorry about
what he’d done to Mercury.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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T Stokeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09860503941073509223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569095548633295110.post-14424481306888833202021-10-08T12:57:00.000-07:002021-10-08T12:57:15.625-07:00The Ruthin Trilogy is now out of print<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>The Ruthin Trilogy</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>All books are now out of print</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Thank you to past readers </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZ3B37PwsTlHscaqYGkkcfQ-Rq7rLCgnoqYWQFxEeuNTay1AICXMnIw84mVOdz0lpF1nElwq1Z5Zma_Sf6JVQEFB12uQxLEyJxfHP87ld4Hy4_h5MoyIaJv3f9Q53T9G91eG2tB2ZVls/s1600/NewAVamp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZ3B37PwsTlHscaqYGkkcfQ-Rq7rLCgnoqYWQFxEeuNTay1AICXMnIw84mVOdz0lpF1nElwq1Z5Zma_Sf6JVQEFB12uQxLEyJxfHP87ld4Hy4_h5MoyIaJv3f9Q53T9G91eG2tB2ZVls/s320/NewAVamp.jpg" width="213" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpt7MUQAgQPz8A3-FT0ouUlvacGc1tMjNqwfGPqp5Aa7YnzUNUAJ9D9ZRNz6qLSmXgZCmmqiwXme0mHDzbvI0DLK13sc762eNhQZ3qUaeJvPpI7hdJZpMb-fz1BIULjgtlCzYcIY6oxb8/s1600/changed+newcover+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpt7MUQAgQPz8A3-FT0ouUlvacGc1tMjNqwfGPqp5Aa7YnzUNUAJ9D9ZRNz6qLSmXgZCmmqiwXme0mHDzbvI0DLK13sc762eNhQZ3qUaeJvPpI7hdJZpMb-fz1BIULjgtlCzYcIY6oxb8/s320/changed+newcover+copy.jpg" width="213" /></a></span></div></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQhynHRTqedqb7Lobt_KZfMnCBNlRgBHyMAaIbnc6F1Wyck23lke7DHQvoYCUFdqld3NtFNdlztGJBE36yFobqHp79llmO5yr9Ni6Hg96BPlZ0tzGWMovXOIc1TQLQy8K9v1KFJlyqgg/s1600/Ruthin3real.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQhynHRTqedqb7Lobt_KZfMnCBNlRgBHyMAaIbnc6F1Wyck23lke7DHQvoYCUFdqld3NtFNdlztGJBE36yFobqHp79llmO5yr9Ni6Hg96BPlZ0tzGWMovXOIc1TQLQy8K9v1KFJlyqgg/s320/Ruthin3real.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisW-7eJ2JET3wuyglz0ZF2XLU827TmGQaEDv0cVnb58d_Jk3-bTNHbCu2WZqkMI6DUEHW6r7rSsrpp43f3fvtL46oG6xDXpD7sSUl7nq0n35qnm0KJvN014MGtO6mZ1PAZprmwuKLK4NQ/s800/pumpki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="800" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisW-7eJ2JET3wuyglz0ZF2XLU827TmGQaEDv0cVnb58d_Jk3-bTNHbCu2WZqkMI6DUEHW6r7rSsrpp43f3fvtL46oG6xDXpD7sSUl7nq0n35qnm0KJvN014MGtO6mZ1PAZprmwuKLK4NQ/w200-h135/pumpki.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p>T Stokeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09860503941073509223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569095548633295110.post-42164927054180390712020-12-11T18:00:00.017-08:002020-12-11T18:00:00.357-08:00Out now #gayromance from E. 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Parr and @evernightpub, Night Song. #MMromance #teaser #LGBTQ A #gay love story for Christmas<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg02LwjxbasA8UxJsjSvxy2Z4w184_WRuJBRyUn1kzX_xCR37hhfPufkTAMpYtOszX6uHCWQ1UdyZGBWoChItCCJDt3G2h39GHDVVE1muxtd3Ipyykgo-NNzKQ5-CXrb5It26tavyldHaO8/s850/night+song-banner3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="850" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg02LwjxbasA8UxJsjSvxy2Z4w184_WRuJBRyUn1kzX_xCR37hhfPufkTAMpYtOszX6uHCWQ1UdyZGBWoChItCCJDt3G2h39GHDVVE1muxtd3Ipyykgo-NNzKQ5-CXrb5It26tavyldHaO8/w640-h240/night+song-banner3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Twenty-five year old Oliver Honeycutt
has no idea how handsome he is. He’s creative, brilliant at his job, and
underused in the designer fashion store where he works. Behind the scenes, Oliver
takes special care with orders for customer, rock star, Zane Highwood. When
Zane is to be the main attraction in the store’s Christmas party, fashion show,
Oliver hopes Zane will notice him</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Multi-millionaire, twenty-five year old,
Noah Somersby, made his first million before he was twenty-one and now owns a
number of casual-chic menswear stores. He’s a designer, gorgeous, and desperate
to find a man who will love him for himself and not see dollar signs as they
kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p><span style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 0.5in;">Noah doesn’t often take the train into
the city, but one rainy day he does, as he settles into a seat opposite Oliver,
the two men exchange interested glances.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In fact, Noah is super attracted to
Oliver and Oliver thinks Noah is gorgeous.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As the store holiday season party
approaches, can serendipity bring them together?</span><b style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgUGJwRMzkkw5cJ_Cy8rddWp8B3rnjexx9alJ2J51_6U_VNxizOBU1fR5jODxrPPrih56KtonAEd_GqHtUYpEll3n1Eu0mQLXxNkMUX3OpFvYjMcEYxYFIGDPK_kn3VzuUzxDXzL8Zals/s2048/night+song-3D-eReader.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1511" data-original-width="2048" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgUGJwRMzkkw5cJ_Cy8rddWp8B3rnjexx9alJ2J51_6U_VNxizOBU1fR5jODxrPPrih56KtonAEd_GqHtUYpEll3n1Eu0mQLXxNkMUX3OpFvYjMcEYxYFIGDPK_kn3VzuUzxDXzL8Zals/w640-h472/night+song-3D-eReader.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Read a teaser</b></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Noah ran for the early express the following
morning. He leapt into the third carriage where the handsome man usually sat
eating what Noah guessed was his breakfast. He raked the car with a hopeful
gaze. Yes, there he was. The hot guy held his paper cup of coffee and, to
Noah’s delight, stared at him with eyes full of attraction. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Noah swayed to the vacant space beside the man as
the train pulled out of the station. He dropped to the seat and ran a hand
through his damp hair. He propped his umbrella against the seatback in front of
him. Noah tried to calm his heartbeat that raced along. He closed his eyes for
a few seconds as his elbow briefly touched against the guy’s arm. It sent a
spike of feeling through him, and Noah turned to the handsome man. “Still
raining, huh?” <i>How lame.</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes. It’s a nuisance getting wet every morning.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Noah relaxed a little because the guy had answered.
“I’ve seen you on this train before. You must work in the city.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Noah took a deep breath. He had no idea what to say
next. He straightened and gazed ahead. “I should let you drink your coffee.” <i>He isn’t eating today.</i> The observation
gave Noah another thing to say. “No Danish today, huh?” He cast a sideways
glance at the man, hoping for more interaction.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The guy looked at him just as Noah did this. His
blue eyes held interest and amusement.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Noah knew disappointment would be in <i>his</i> eyes at this one-word reply again.
He smiled gently. “Sorry, I don’t monitor you. I’m just being friendly.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“It’s fine … yeah, good.” The guy smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Noah took a few seconds to appreciate the smile. It
made the guy even more handsome. Charmed, Noah smiled in return. “My name’s
Noah.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man’s smile broadened. His eyes filled with
affectionate mirth. “<i>Noah</i> … okay,
you’d be comfortable with all this rain then.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Noah laughed. He liked the comment. “Do I get to
know your name?” He flashed the guy a look filled with hope and attraction. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The train slowed as it approached the city station.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Noah gazed at the handsome man. <i>Come on, tell me your name, at least. You
are so gorgeous…</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His fellow traveler stirred, ready to depart the
express. “Oliver. My name’s Oliver.” He gave Noah a gentle smile. In his eyes,
Noah read loneliness.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">An urge to take Oliver’s hand and draw him close
gripped Noah. He squashed it and nodded. “It’s great to meet you, Oliver.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The train stopped.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">People rose from their seats.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oliver stood.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Noah looked up at him, knowing he had to move so
that Oliver could leave. He stood. He gazed into the blue eyes and then at Oliver’s
lips. He’d been right. Oliver tilted his head only a little, but enough for
warmth to rise in Noah’s lower stomach as he wished he could kiss Oliver. He
stepped away, knowing it wasn’t appropriate. “Have a good day,” he murmured.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oliver nodded. “You, too.” Then he’d gone.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;">
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route into the city the next morning, but after the weekend, he’d be back on
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see him, see his world—the world his spirit inhabits. Destiny leads Chris to
discover Owen. He’s the one able to free Owen’s spirit and set in motion the
life magic that will lead Chris to Matthew. Who is Matthew really?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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has an uncanny connection to Owen, in fact for those who believe in soulmates,
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Chris Everhart attends his best friend’s weeklong
wedding festivities. He meets handsome, enigmatic, Owen, and in a haze of
attraction ignores the strangeness surrounding Owen. Convinced he’s falling in
love, Chris spends every moment he can with Owen, until on the final day of his
best friend’s celebrations he discovers a heartbreaking and shocking truth. He
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relationship, and then, after two years of wishing he could feel the way he
felt for Owen with another man, fate intervenes. He meets gorgeous, gentle
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Instantly, comfort blanketed Chris. He held Matthew and
closed his eyes. It only took seconds before he rested his forehead on
Matthew’s. The melody flowed over him. The vague fragrance from Matthew’s
cologne, soft, and like summer sea breezes filled his head. He relaxed in the
intimacy of being hip to hip with the gorgeous man. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Matthew’s murmur teased gently on his lips. “This is
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Soothed by the physical contact with a man after long
months of not dating and keeping his head down with work, Chris let the
pleasure guide him. He soaked up the feel of Matthew’s strong shoulders under
his palms. He closed his eyes to bask in the sheer masculinity radiating from
Matthew. The lure of brushing his lips on Matthew’s in a gentle exploratory
kiss tugged at him. Surprised by this reaction after he’d been willing to leave
the bar, Chris drew his face a little away from Matthew’s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Matthew looked into his eyes. “I’m desperate to kiss
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need that rippled through his body. He kissed Matthew and lingered against his
mouth, merging his lips with Matthew’s in one kiss after another as a delicious
feeling of desire and belonging coated him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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pressed his lower body onto Matthew’s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The gorgeous man in his arms smiled onto his lips. “I
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Chris burned with longing. He couldn’t resist. “My
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Braelynn Galbraith wants peace for her beloved Scotland,
marriage to her childhood sweetheart, and a house full of children. In that
order. But evil incarnate, in the form of Gard Marschand, turns her life inside
out and destroys all hope of a decent marriage.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Known in the Highlands as the legendary devil, Gard
Marschand raids his way across Scotland and England amassing power and property
in his malevolent wake. He will stop at nothing in his pursuit to regain what
is lost— even conceal his true identity and associate with his enemies. His
determination is all-consuming until he and his men lay siege to Ross-shire
holding and one feisty Scottish lass obliterates his single-minded purpose.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Can Gard abandon his deep-seated need for revenge for a
love that just might save his rotten soul? Or will he succumb to the demons
that hound him and surrender to the devil within?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I believe your stay in purgatory
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Hear from H K Carlton</b> </span></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thank you so much for having me back to your blog. I'm so
excited to once again share Gard and Braelynn's story with readers. After a
brief hiatus,<i> The Devil Take You</i>, has found a new home.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I love a good historical romance, don't you? </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before I started writing; historicals were my go-to
reads. I read every Julie Garwood, Judith McNaught, Kinley MacGregor, and Jude
Deveraux book I could get my hands on—long before e-readers. And then I discovered
the phenomenal Karen Marie Moning!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, when I decided I was going to try my hand at writing I
thought I was going write strictly historical romance. The experts say write
what you know. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And well, there's also that other saying about best laid plans...
LOL<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was both interesting and hard work, getting back into
this story and revisiting these characters. What hadn't changed was how much I
love them. And not only Gard and Braelynn, but also the secondary characters
who helped bring this story to life. It also reminded me, how much I
enjoyed doing the research for the historical component, and the precarious
political climate of the time as well.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I wanted to create something a bit different. So I started
with a villain and I made him the center of the story. He is severely flawed
and cruel, driven by anger and hell bent on revenge.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then the hard part was, how to present him in a way that
would still endear him to readers.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That was the fun part of writing this book. It was
challenging right from the beginning and I knew that I had to create the right
woman with a combination of strength, resilience, and an overabundance of, if
not understanding, at the very least acceptance, for a man who had no remorse
for any of his wrongdoings and with no inclination or desire to change.
Braelynn Galbraith began as the woman in the wrong place at the wrong time, and
she eventually evolved into a character that could stand toe-to-toe with the
devil and hold her own.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I
hope readers will enjoy Gard and Braelynn's story, as much as I did writing it.</span></span><span lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Brae kept her back to Gard, too ashamed to face him.<br />
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He grabbed her by the arms with enough force to bruise her flesh, and he spun
her around. He paused momentarily, his gaze darting about her tear-stained cheeks.<br />
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“You will not do that again!” he roared.<br />
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“I dinna e’en ken wha’ I did!” she retorted.<br />
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Gard bared his teeth and flung her away.<br />
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Losing her balance, she hit the wet pallet.<br />
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With as much dignity as she could muster, she stood, then brushed herself off.<br />
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Anger like she had never experienced burned in her belly. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Brae did not consider her actions, she ran at him with this
newfound fury. She hurled herself at his chest. When he reached to steady her,
she raised her hand, then struck him with all her might. The blow landed on his
chin.<br />
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He reared in shock.<br />
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“I willna do it again. Because ya willna touch me again! Do ya hear me? Dinna
touch me!” she screamed, standing toe-to-toe with him. She would not concede.
Even if he retaliated, he would have to look her in the face to do it, and she
would not cower. She slapped indiscriminately. “Dinna e’er come ta me like tha’
again! Not unless ya be man enough ta finish it!”<br />
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His black eyes gleamed with fury as she struck him again and again.<br />
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“I canna take it anamore! Ya willna treat me this way! I willna have it!” Tears
fell in earnest as she continued to scream like a madwoman. “I have done nuthin’
ta ya, Gard, ta deserve your rough treatment, day after day.” She punched his
shoulder. “If I dinna seem like Braelynn Galbraith anamore, ya be a’righ’. ‘Tis
all your fault. Ya drag me further and further inta your murky world o’
wretchedness, evra damned nigh’ ‘tis the same.”<br />
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She slammed her palms into his abdomen so hard that he took a step backward
before bracing his legs apart to accept more of her attack.<br />
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She fisted her hands and pummeled him. “Ya canna stand me durin’ the ligh’ o’
day, but ya come ta me in sleep. Your unconscious desires me.” She continued to
assault his person, uncaring if he would retaliate. “Ya turn ta me. Ya put us both
in a state o’ bein’ tha’ I didna e’en ken existed.” She hammered at him. “And
then ya leave me! And ya seek oot someone else ta expend your want.” She
clenched her teeth at the pain it caused her, then she released her pent-up
angst with her fists. “How do ya think tha’ makes me feel? Oh aye! I ken! Ya
dinna care. Ya do wha’ ya wish. Ya are the great and powerful Gard Marschand
and ya treat people abysmally and ya beat children and ya seize things tha’
arna yours. Ya kidnap women from their homes and ya ruin their lives, but as
long as ya are content bein’ miserable, all is a’righ’ wit’ the warped and
twisted world ya have created, built on anger and revenge!”<br />
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Crying openly, she punched him. “Ya willna do it ta me anamore. Do ya hear me?
No more will ya turn me inside oot. Ya willna touch me again, Gard, fore if ya
do I will turn your own dirk on ya. See if I dinna!”<br />
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Her fists slowed.<br />
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Gard was incensed by Brae’s audacity, but he was also oddly pleased, if not
extremely stimulated by the assault. Grown men did not stand up to him like she
just had.<br />
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He took a moment to harness his anger. “‘Twas always the plan,” he explained, “if
you have forgotten, for you to be able to defend yourself against me. And now
that you truly hate me, you may just be able to bring yourself to do it.”<br />
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“God kens ’twould be a lot less agonizin’ for me if I did!” She stomped her
foot, then planted her hands in the middle of his chest and heaved with all her
might. While he recovered his balance, she made for the exit, and ran for her
life.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">H K Carlton is a multi-genre Canadian author of romance,
with over thirty titles in publication. From naughty to nice, historical to
contemporary, time travel to space travel, and everything in between.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Thank you for inviting me to your blog today. I’m doubly excited</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> to share not only the re-launch of, </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>If You Can’t Handle the Heat</i>, but this</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> re-release is also</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> my first self-publishing venture.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This story was previously published with the title <i>If You Can't Stand the Heat</i>. Though there is a little bit of added content, the story remains relatively the same.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In this erotic story, two very different professionals are brought together as celebrity judges on a reality-based cooking show. </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sesto Théodore—the celeb chef that the show is built around—meets walking </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">cliché, Syn Fully, </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">e</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">rotic novelist. Though there is an immediate conflict in personalities, there is also an instant sizzling attraction. A classic clash and burn.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">An unlikely couple is brought together as celebrity judges on a new reality-based cooking show.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Once bitten, twice shy, Syn Fully, is a jaded author of erotica, rocketing her way up all the best sellers lists.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">From the moment Syn and Sesto meet, their personalities clash, yet behind the scenes sparks fly. Getting together would be a recipe for disaster, but hot sex with no-strings couldn’t hurt. At least not until real feelings get involved.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">But just when Syn considers opening her damaged heart to the cocky chef, video of rather personal content is leaked online. Sesto immediately jumps to conclusions and accuses Syn of the privacy breach.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Can the arrogant chef forgive and forget, or will his pride leave him out in the cold?</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Somebody’s about to get burned…</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Possible Triggers:<i> Please note one scene contains borderline bdsm and dubious consent/forcible confinement. Also in this story intimate video is obtained without the knowledge or consent of the participants involved, and later distributed online</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Author’s Note: <i>This erotic story has been previously published with the title, If You Can’t Stand the Heat. Though there is a little bit of added content, the story remains relatively the same. It has been re-edited and re-formatted for re-release, and has a sizzling new cover thanks to <a href="https://studioenp.com/" target="_blank">Studioenp</a></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sesto took the opportunity to turn his wrath on Syn. “May I speak to you out in the hall, please!” he demanded, shooting to his feet.<br /><br />“Of course,” she responded, haughtily, as though she hadn’t just been giving him the initial stages of a hand job under the table.<br /><br />Sesto allowed Syn to take the lead. He was momentarily captivated by her long shapely legs, as she stalked across the space, confident and oh-so fuckin’ sexy in those red stilettos. Sesto pulled level with her and couldn’t resist the urge to place his hand to the small of her back, left bare by the severe cut of her dress. If he wasn’t mistaken, she’d trembled at the contact. Or was it his hand that quivered?<br /><br />In the corridor, Syn rounded on him, at the same moment he blurted, “What the fuck do you think…”<br /><br />The words died on his tongue, as she once again stroked his shaft through his trousers. Her gaze settled on his mouth. Her breathing was shallow.<br /><br />“Where’s your dressing room?” she asked, backing him up.<br /><br />Sesto grabbed her other wrist and dragged her into the green room, before slamming the door behind them.<br /><br />He yanked her hand, above her head and forced it against the door. He half-expected her to fight. What he wasn’t prepared for was the brazen little smile that hooked her sinful lips, as she raised her arm to join the other. With both hands stretched above her head Syn arched toward him, thrusting her beautiful tits, right in his face.<br /><br />“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked again. “We don’t even know each other.”<br /><br />“I know. Isn’t it wicked, how our bodies want to though.”<br /><br />He groaned, shifting uncomfortably foot to foot, yet he couldn’t focus on anything but her lovely breasts.<br /><br /> “Go ahead, Théo, set them free,” she tempted, her voice barely above a whisper.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">H K Carlton is a multi-genre Canadian author of romance, with over thirty titles in publication. From naughty to nice, historical to contemporary, time travel to space travel, and everything in between.</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569095548633295110.post-50088924296094270142018-12-11T00:00:00.000-08:002018-12-11T00:00:04.473-08:00Out now #gayromance Snowflake Wine a delicious #MMromance with an edge of fantasy @elodieparkes<br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif";">The story
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif";">Jamie Snow
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif";">Jamie has
battled all his life with his strange, fantastic gift. His is the character
that brings the element of fantasy to the story. The inspiration behind the
creation of this character came, weirdly enough, in the summer, when I visited
a ruined abbey. In the grounds were flowering shrubs that I’d never encountered
before. From a distance, the flowers looked like frost, and as I drew close,
into my mind came the idea of Jamie, a sprite who loves cold, ice, frost, and
to comfort himself in the warm weather, he decorated the shrubs with frost
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif";">Nathan
Bloom is the perfect partner for Jamie—gorgeous, calm, loving and open. He’s
looking for love. He’s onto Jamie’s gifts long before he lets Jamie know it.
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif";">Be
delighted by a delicious, contemporary, gay romance with an edge of fantasy
this season. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif";">Jamie Snow
sat alongside Nathan. He glanced across at the man who stirred his frosty
heart. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">He’s so attractive.</i> Jamie
hadn’t loved in a long time. He felt more than ready for it—longed for it on
lonely nights. He wasn’t about to give up on the chance that this man might
want a lover, that he was gay wasn’t in question. No straight guy looked the
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif";">Nathan
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furniture store on the end of the main street. “Here we are. The store allows
us to leave the bigger rigs here every year. Jamie Snow—that’s an interesting
name for a meteorologist—mine’s Nathan Bloom.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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we’ve forecast it and as I walk by they’ll say, ‘here comes the snow,’ but I
don’t mind. I like this name.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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see Justin arrive. She hadn’t expected him until after seven, but it was lovely
all the same. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“I’m sorry about
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“When did you discover
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“This morning when I
went out there with my coffee to talk to him he’d vanished. I called the police
and they came about an hour later. They don’t hold out much hope of getting him
back for me, although they were kind.” Stella’s sigh rang with sorrow.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">Justin hugged
her. He put a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed it. Then he kissed her
lips gently before he answered. Faced with her sadness he felt wretched about
stealing Mercury away from her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“We’ll get you
something else, and in fact I’ve brought you something already to cheer up the
empty place where Mercury used to be. Come out to my car. Let’s get it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Stella smiled softly at
him. “Justin, that’s so kind of you.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He got the big frog out
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walked down the side path to her back garden.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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there, Justin placed the frog next to the pond, and Stella put the big pot of
pink daisies on her patio paving before she walked down to the pond. She
watched Justin angle the frog so that it looked as if the frog was leaping into
the water.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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put her arm around his waist. “Justin, thank you this is such a kind thing to
do. The frog and the flowers are lovely,” she told him again.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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and crushed her against him because he loved her, and he was so sorry about
what he’d done to Mercury.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Left for dead by his only love, Drew is helped by his old vampire friend, Greta. He's lost his memory and as he tries to go back to his old life, he begins to change. As the days go by events spiral out of control and all he can think about is finding the woman who left him for dead. Suspense, fun, romance, a vampire hunt, and a love story.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Drew
opened his eyes. He had a raging thirst, and he grasped the wrist held close to
his mouth biting into it, sucking the blood frantically.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Greta
tried to soothe him and take her wrist away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Drew,
Drew, are you okay? You will be hungry. Let me get you blood. You need a good,
long, drink.” She watched him as he sat up disoriented and puzzled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Who
are you? Where am I? What’s going on?” Drew was struggling to stand, and he was
unsteady on his feet at first.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Greta
was worried, she wanted him fed right now or he might turn on her, and she took
his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Come
on, Drew, let’s go get you some food. There will be plenty in your fridge.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Drew
shrugged off her hand and repeated, “Who are you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He
followed her down the stairs to the kitchen and watched her as she took out a
carafe of blood. He desperately needed the blood and grabbed it, drinking from the
carafe until it was empty. He felt better but still hungry. Passing the table
to get to the fridge he put the empty carafe down and then took out more blood
in blood bags. He drank two down and then sighed. Turning to Greta he suddenly
smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank
you for helping me, and I still don’t know who you are.” His manner was gentle
and open. Greta was surprised. She stared at him dumbfounded for a few seconds.
Drew pulled out a chair from the table and offered it to Greta to sit down.
Drew sat next to her waiting for her to answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Greta
took a deep breath. “My name is Greta, and we’re old friends, very old. You
live here. Something happened to you to make you die, before you did die, you
called me and asked for help. When I got here, you were dying. Then you just
died for a few moments, so I fed you my blood to bring you back again. This is
your house, Drew. Do you remember anything now?” She tried a smile at him. He
seemed solemn and intent on her as she spoke. She was waiting for the old Drew
to show up, smart mouthed, arrogant, and selfish.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Drew
looked about him at the big kitchen and then back at Greta.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I
don’t remember a thing. Was I a vampire before? I don’t feel shocked about it.
In fact, it seems familiar. I feel comfortable with it as if I’ve always been
one. I feel hungry again. Let’s go hunting and thank you once more for saving
me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He
touched the shirt he was wearing, and looked down at it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“There
will be a shower here. Show me around, Greta. I’ll get changed and then we can
go hunting.” He smiled his lovely smile and she could tell he was different. He
didn’t know his smile was sexy and enticing, and he was being friendly and
polite. He stood up and offered her his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Greta
showed him around the house. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When she showed him the bathroom attached to his
bedroom, the same one he’d lay dying in, he wrinkled his nose.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It’s
horrible, look at the mess. I should get it cleaned up. Do I have helpers? This
is a big house?” He was serious and worried as he asked her this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Greta
smiled broadly. “Not at the moment, but we can get you some later.” She took
him to the other bathroom down the hall and left him there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Greta
shook her head in disbelief. What had happened here? Where was that witch
Elise? She cleaned up the bathroom attached to Drew’s bedroom. It took seconds.
There were cleaning materials in the cupboard under the kitchen sink. The
bathroom had been kept clean by someone, and apart from the mess of blood vomit,
nothing else needed doing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She
looked around the place. In the wardrobe, she noticed a couple of dresses that
belonged to Pearl. <i>Weird</i>, she thought,
but left them alone. There was no evidence of the witch Elise that she could
see. She could smell her around the place. It was a vague smell, but she knew
it was Elise because she’d met her. Drew seemed not to recall Elise. <i>That’s a blessing,</i> Greta thought, and not
just because she’d always had a romantic fantasy about herself and Drew.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Drew
appeared in the doorway, a white towel around his waist, his hair wet. He
looked gorgeous, and Greta feasted her eyes on this sight as he walked towards
her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Are
we only friends, Greta?” he asked, giving her a look loaded with sexual
invitation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Greta
swallowed. This could be her chance, because she’d wanted Drew for years. Maybe
she could just kiss him. Her heart yearned for it and then her head overruled
the desire. What would happen if Drew got his memory back and she’d taken this
advantage of him? It might not be pretty. She nodded at him. “Yes only friends.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Drew
looked at her knowingly, as he approached her. “But you’d like more…I can see
it…let me kiss you just to say thank you for rescuing me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She
stood very still as he came close. She was as tall as he was at around six
feet, maybe just over. Their faces were level. Drew was gentle and caring as he
took her face in his hands and kissed her. Greta kissed him back. She felt an
overwhelming desire, but did nothing else except stand there, her hands by her
sides.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Drew
sighed as he pulled away. “That felt good. I think I need more than blood on my
hunt.” He smiled at Greta and she smiled too. Drew was nice like this, and she wanted
him more than ever.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gorgeous, powerful warlock, Indigo Vaughn,
sells his magic spells to people looking to make a dream come true. One night,
as he gazes down on the city below from his sky barge, The Dreamboat, he
wonders why, in centuries, his own wish for a man to love hasn’t materialized.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Beautiful, sexy, Darian O’Harr has suffered
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supper. New to the city, he comes to Indigo seeking a spell that will bring him
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waited until Milan couldn’t see him from the skeeter, and then he circled the
grounds and took the back gate to the path that would lead him away from the
royal quarter of the city. He sped home, walking at a pace, his cloak wrapped
around him, and all the time his thoughts spun. When Indigo had asked to see
him again soon, he’d somehow invited his lover, <i>his love,</i> to visit his home. Darian didn’t know if he’d extended
the invitation so that if Indigo was going to leave him because he was poor, it
would happen fast and save him severe heartbreak, or if he hoped Indigo would
accept his poverty, and his anxiety would diminish leaving him free to love
Indigo. <i>I’ve fallen in love with him. I
never saw it coming. I wonder if he did? If he loves me, that is…<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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passed one of the better apartment buildings. Less ancient and better kept than
the one he currently lived in, the turrets gleamed lilac in the sun and willow
trees draped over low white walls surrounding the building. Huge pots of
jasmine stood at the bottom of the stoop. The sign he’d noticed a few days
previously still hung from the wide pillared porch. ‘Apartment vacant, apply
within.’<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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paused. <i>It can’t hurt to look.</i> He
walked up the path. The rich scent of jasmine wafted over him. He rang the
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concierge showed him the apartment. It had a long balcony overlooking a bend in
the stream that wound past the castle and fed the half-moat. Wild roses
blossomed on the bank. The morning breeze played with pale pink petals, lifting
them and scattering them gently into the sparkling water. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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fell in love with apartment. It was clean and bright with light from long
windows. The pale floors of polished wood added to the charm. It sat close to
the border delineating the royal quarter so would only take him minutes to walk
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I’ll take it.” Surprise widened his eyes as he heard the words falling from his
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moons’ rent up front is required before you move anything in—one for the rent,
one for security. You’ll need to sign a contract. Any nonsense, noise, bawdy
behavior, litter, damage, and you’re out. I don’t give warnings. I don’t give
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cringed under the suspicious gaze of the concierge. He’d expected a less
alarming transaction. He only paid weekly for the place he currently lived in.
The landlord there was kinder in manner. He thought about the invitation he’d
given to Indigo. How wonderful it would be to meet Indigo at the castle and
bring him here instead of to his dusty little rooms in the poor area of the
city. “I need to bring the money later today after I’ve collected payment for
my work.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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recoiled and shook his head. “I do <i>not</i>.
Not that anyone who does is … is <i>inferior</i>.
I’m a musician.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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then, if you’re not back with payment by fifteen hundred hours the place goes
to the next applicant.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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nodded and backed away. He left the building. By the time he arrived at his
current dwelling he wondered how he could amass two moons’ rent in so little
time. The sum amounted to an entire wage period. He made coffee and gazed from
his pitted window at the people passing on the boardwalk that raised them from
the unmade dirt track. People in this area still used ground transport and a
vehicle sped by kicking up a cloud of dust and small gravel.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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had showered in the sky barge. Indigo had left him alone so that they didn’t
fall on each other and have sex, which they’d enjoyed all night, but would have
been unable to resist again, naked and close to each other in the cascade of
water. He pictured his lover laughing and his heart contracted with emotion. <i>I must rent that apartment. I can’t bring
Indigo here. I wonder if the treasurer would pay me wages in advance. I’ll ask.
</i>The queen expected him at the castle by noon to sing and play as she
entertained guests for lunch. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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possessed only three sets of clothes and he put on the last clean shirt from
his armoire. He gathered the items that needed cleaning—two shirts and a pair
of pants along with two pairs of undergarments and a cotton jacket. He stuffed
them in the blue canvas bag to drop them to the laundry at the end of the
street. The woman there was good at her job and inexpensive. A deci-coin would
buy her services. He took one from the tiny pouch of money secreted in the
inside pocket of his cloak and slid it into his pants pocket so that he could
pay without showing he had other coin. It was a trick he’d learned as a young
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">What would you think if the guy you were dating raced off every night before midnight and would never say why? Would you succumb to the urge to follow him one night?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Liam Hale can’t believe his luck when he meets the man of his dreams, Karl Oberon.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Hunky Karl is the sexiest man Liam has ever met, but his mysterious disappearances start to tease. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Gorgeous Liam is the only man Karl has ever loved. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Together they spark and sizzle with passion, but Karl doesn’t know how to tell Liam why he races away. Maybe keeping Liam’s mind off the question with mind-blowing erotic encounters will work.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Karl rested
his face on Liam’s. He whispered on Liam’s mouth. “You’re hot as hell. I’m
fuckin’ desperate to feel your hard cock in my hand.” Then he kissed Liam.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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that traveled over Liam as Karl’s lips merged with his in a slow, soft,
lingering kiss, weakened his thighs. The skin between his legs under his balls
throbbed. His cock jerked in his pants. He returned the kiss grabbing Karl’s
head and thrusting his cock in upward strokes on the hard column in Karl’s
pants. He kissed Karl until every fiber of his being screamed to come. He
murmured between kisses. “The restroom here is a good place for desperados.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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against his mouth. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He crushed Liam close in a
final hug as the song ended and then he broke away. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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followed Karl across the dance floor and through the door that led to a short
corridor and the restrooms. These weren’t like the toilets in some gay bars
that Liam disliked for their barren and sometimes grubby surrounds. The
restrooms in this bar were sparkling clean and spacious. Two of the stalls at
the end of the row had benches and wash basins. Liam had laughed at them when
he’d first seen them, but now he walked past Karl and showed him into one.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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the catch along on the door lock. He pushed Liam against the wall with one
hand, and as his tongue forced Liam’s lips open, with the other hand he dragged
Liam’s jeans zipper down. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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overwhelmed with the need to feel Karl’s hands on his cock. He grabbed his
jeans to help, and jerked them down his ass to his thighs as he sucked Karl’s
tongue into his mouth. His cock sprang free, but not for long.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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the shaft. He drew way from Liam’s lips and gazed into his eyes. “You’re
leaking. You look ready to be fucked. Do you want that? To be fucked? To have
my hard dick ram into your ass until your cum spurts up your chest?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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he instinctively reached his hand down to stroke them. His fingers met Karl’s
wrapped around his dick. Liam’s stomach tightened inwards and he groaned. “I
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Karl’s fist and only stopped as the waves of delicious pleasure waned and left
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exquisite sensation he left made Liam wince and sigh. He grasped Karl’s head,
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">GENRE</span></b><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">: Historical Romance<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">This season, all eyes
are on the Earl of Worthington’s spirited, beautiful sister, Lady Louisa
Vivers. Many gentlemen are vying for her attention in and around the ton. Yet,
Louisa longs for someone who can take her beyond the ballroom—a man who is
worldly, adventurous, and passionate. She won’t settle for just any suitor. She
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of Rothwell, him? The moment he and Louisa meet, they share a powerful
attraction. Rides at sunrise and waltzes at dusk follow. Finally, Gideon can no
longer resist the urge to embrace her, and Louisa is sure he will ask for her
hand. But Gideon believes he is in no position to marry. The Rothwell estate
has gone bankrupt, a scandal simmers in its wake, and he has nothing left to
offer. Now, he must decide if he will let pride stand in the way of true
love—or if he will risk everything, and let the lady decide for herself…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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obviously have nothing better to do, I would appreciate a ride to Doctors’
Common.” He needed to tell Templeton about this latest development. Not waiting
for his cousin to answer, Gideon climbed onto the curricle. “You may also tell
me what is so urgent I must drop everything and come to Town immediately. As it
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Cocky farmer Eli Cross plays twice as hard as he works. When his latest stunt drums up a heap of negative PR for the family farm, he grudgingly agrees to play host to an ambitious New York City photographer. Her feature on Cross Creek could be just the ticket to show the country what the Cross brothers do best…which is more problem than solution for Eli.<br />
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Scarlett Edwards-Stewart has photographed everything from end zones to war zones. She’s confident she can ace this one little story to help her best friend’s failing magazine. At least, she would be, if her super-sexy host weren’t also so tight-lipped. But the more Scarlett works with Eli, the more she discovers he’s not who he seems. Can his secret bring them closer together? Or will it be the very thing that tears them apart?<br />
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Scarlett’s pulse kicked in a burst of realization. “You’re going to be my point of contact at the farm for the whole four weeks?”<br />
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Looked like she’d unknowingly managed to piss off karma after all. But come on. She needed a blockbuster, not a ball buster. She had to be stuck with the cockiest Cross of the bunch?<br />
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That unsettling smirk worked its way back over Eli’s mouth. “Yes ma’am.”<br />
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Greeeaaat. “Scarlett,” she said. “And I’m not going to keel over from heat exhaustion.” She was hardly a delicate freaking flower.<br />
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Eli lifted one shoulder halfway before letting it drop. “That’s what everyone says right up ’til they do it. But just because you don’t plan on something doesn’t mean it isn’t gonna jump up and bite you on the…”<br />
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“Ass?” Scarlett supplied, filling in the obvious blank from where Eli had abruptly trailed off. No, really? They didn’t even swear all the way out here in God’s country? Fuck, she was hosed.<br />
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Chagrin flickered over his sun-bronzed face, there and then gone. “Yes ma’am.”<br />
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“Scarlett,” she reminded him, pulling a breath full of hot air into her already tight chest. Story. Story. You’re here for a story. “Okay. Any other house rules I should know about?”<br />
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“We start early ’round here.” He angled his boots over a branch on the path, heading toward a long, skinny barn-looking structure.<br />
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His smile paved the way for his answer. “Five-thirty.”<br />
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“You do want the ‘authentic experience’ of farm life, right?” Eli volleyed, slinging air quotes around the words she’d used earlier, and shit. Shit, shit, sleepless shit. He kind of had her there.<br />
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Not that she was conceding defeat of any kind. “So no flip-flops, hydrate, cover up, and be ready to roll at oh-dark-thirty. Is that all?”<br />
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The slight lift of his dark blond brows was the only betrayal of his surprise. “It’ll serve for now.”<br />
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“Excellent, because I’ve got a couple rules of my own.” Scarlett jammed her flip-flops to a halt on the path, staring Eli down even though he stood a solid foot taller than her in those banged-up boots of his. “I’m here to do a job, and I don’t intend to take any half measures, which means, yes, I’m going to take a lot of pictures, and yes, I do want to experience farm life authentically. I’m fine with hard work, and also fine with any suggestions or guidance you’re willing to offer while we get that hard work done. What I’m not cool with”—she lifted a finger to send her point all the way home—“is you underestimating me. These features are going to do a lot for your farm, and I’m a damned good photographer, not to mention a pretty smart woman. Now, are we going to play nicely together for the sake of this magazine layout, or are you going to keep leading the way with your cocky attitude? In truth, I’m fine with either, but if you want to go the arrogant route, be forewarned. I bite back.”<br />
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Hunter Cross has no regrets. Having left his football prospects behind the day he graduated high school, he’s happy to carry out his legacy on his family’s farm in the foothills of the Shenandoah. But when a shoulder injury puts him face-to-face with the high school sweetheart who abandoned town—and him—twelve years ago, Hunter’s simple life gets a lot more complicated.<br />
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But revealing secrets comes with a price. Can Hunter and Emerson rekindle their past love? Or will the realities of the present—and the trust that goes with them—burn that bridge for good?<br />
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Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance that splits the difference between sexy and sweet. When she's not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as "The Pleather Bomber", she can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up anything from enchiladas to éclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose in a book. Kimberly is a USA Today best-selling author and 2016 and 2015 RWA RITA finalist who lives (and writes!) by the mantra that food is love. She resides in Virginia with her wildly patient husband and their three daughters.<br />
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When
Emily joins a dating agency, she never expects to meet someone like Chris.
Everything she ever hoped for in a man, he’s special in more ways than one.
Their intense attraction to each other is fueled by their shared loneliness.
Will Emily find out his shocking secret when someone from his past comes back
to haunt him?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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can love blossom, when someone is trying to tear them apart?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Emily
sighed. She moved swiftly and kissed his lips as he held her finger to his
mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A
deep purr started in his throat at the sheer intimacy in the kiss. He leaned away,
swallowing it down. She couldn’t be allowed to hear his mountain lion side yet.
Chris took a deep breath. “How long have you lived here? Where do you come
from? I want to know everything about you.” He kept hold of her hand and
stroked her wrist softly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Emily
grinned. “I’ve lived in this apartment four years. I come from around here. I
went away to college, but when I was offered a job here, it was great to come
home. I love this city. What about you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Oh,
I traveled around a little and found this place. I liked it here, and so I
stayed. The place is cosmopolitan, and it’s easy to get to the countryside,
too.” He enjoyed telling her the little truth he could. It felt good to connect
on a simple level. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Do
you work in the city? Besides the gigs, I mean.” She traced her fingers over
his hand in the same way he had circled her palm and wrist. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Chris
tingled there. He wanted her hands on his face. He wanted stroking. He brought
her palm to his cheek.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Emily
left her hand against his cheek and leaned to kiss him. She kissed him softly,
sucked his bottom lip tenderly, and traced her tongue there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Desire
flared low in his stomach. He let it take him over. He knew his next kiss was
searching, needy, and hard. He grasped one of her breasts and kneaded, and the
softness drove him crazy. His cock, fully erect now, pushed at his pants. He
sighed into her mouth. “I want you so much.” He relished the hard peak of her
nipple through her T-shirt. He bent his head and sucked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When
she ran her fingers into his hair, he felt the pressure in them and moved away.
He could see her nipple now through the soft white fabric in the wet patch he
made. He looked into her eyes. “I said I wouldn’t rush you next time, but it’s
killing me already.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Emily
stood. She pulled her T-shirt off, followed by the skirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Chris
reached out and grasped her hips, pulling her to his mouth as he leaned
forward. He kissed her stomach and slid his palms over her ass to cup her there
with his fingertips pushed inside the lace of her panties. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She
held his head as he kissed across her stomach to each hipbone where he nibbled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Chris
heard her sighs grow ragged. He liked her pretty panties, but he wanted them
off her. He yanked them down her thighs, and calves, bending to thrust his
tongue into the cleft of her pussy. It delighted him that she was shaved there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Emily
arched to his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The
scent of her creaming pussy called to him. He let her go. The need to pull her
down and fuck her hard was scary. It tore right into his wish not to rush her.
His thoughts filled with pictures of holding her thighs apart and pounding his
erection into her pussy. His cock leaked and his balls ached.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She
stood before him naked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He
gazed up into her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Take
your pants off. If I don’t have you inside me soon…” The need in her voice
soothed his fear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Chris
took his pants off. His cock bumped on his stomach muscles, sending hot pre-cum
streaking across them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He
stood to pull Emily into his arms and kiss her lips. He plunged a hand between
her thighs. The wet welcome there sent spears of sensation right through his
body. He was on fire with the need to bury his cock in her, but he pushed his
fingers into her pussy to make sure he wouldn’t hurt her when he fucked her. Her
folds swollen, her cream flowed on his fingers. The air was laden with the
erotic perfume of sex. His urgency brought his kisses down her neck along the
soft place in her shoulder, and he sucked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She
pressed her neck to his mouth and thrust to his fingers in her pussy, and it
woke him from the daze of lust.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He
hadn’t tasted her blood. He shook with worry and sexual need. Their movements
slowed for him as he tried to control the waves of desire crashing through
every cell in his body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Her
fingers teased on the head of his cock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He
took his fingers from her pussy so that she could reach his cock. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She
circled the shape of him and then brought her fingertips to her lips and licked
the pre-cum from them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Chris’s
stomach flipped at the sight, misty through his half-closed eyes. His thighs
went weak, but he lunged at Emily, picked her up, and stumbled to the wall. Her
lifted her high and then slid her down on his cock. The wet warmth surrounded
his huge erection and he moaned. He levered her against the wall and fucked
her. He wanted her so badly his orgasm burst through him quickly, and he jerked
hard up into the core of her pussy, groaning. It lasted a long time and he
rammed into her, holding her down on his cock and against the wall, his mouth
on hers, he bit her lip.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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She carefully reached out to touch him, afraid he would disappear again. Before she could touch her mirage, he silently turned. His piercing sapphire-blue eyes settled on hers. The longing was like an ocean wave crashing against her. The instant feeling of being home settled in her bones.<br />
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She trembled against the cold as she opened her mouth, forcing her voice to rise from within her. “Thank you.”<br />
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He smiled slightly, his full lips parting to reveal glistening white teeth. The smile radiated in the sparkle in his eyes. The tiny creases in his face deepened as he gazed down at her. “You're welcome, ma belle.”<br />
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Nessa's body melted as his deep and lusty French accent washed over her, penetrating her deepest fantasies. “My name is...”<br />
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“Vanessa. I know,” he answered. He stepped forward, pulling a gloved hand out from within his coat. “My name's Daniel.”<br />
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I watched the interaction between them through the camera lens. Beth wrapped her fingers around Angel's tiny hands, pulling her up onto her feet. Beth took a step backward, lengthening the distance between them. Angel looked down at her feet, almost willing them to move. Her leg came up, moving her foot forward in a jerky motion. Her foot landed on a patch of grass, crushing it beneath her. She looked up at Beth, her eyes wide in amazement. She giggled as Beth stepped backwards again. She looked down and pulled her leg up, then realized she couldn't move that one forward without losing her balance. She put her foot back down and raised the other leg. A smile spread across her face as she continued this beautiful dance with Beth.<br />
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They made their way slowly back to the blanket. When they were almost within arm's length of me, Beth twisted around, so she was behind Angel. I stretched out my hands towards Angel, waiting to see if she would make the attempt on her own. So many things happened at once. Beth loosened her grip on Angel, Angel took an unsupported step forward, and Angel spoke her first real word as she reached out for me. "Dada!" Her tiny voice was clear and her tongue and lips formed the word precisely.<br />
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I was almost numb from the shock. Angel had made so many incoherent sounds over the months, but it had never been like this. She’d recognized me and had come to the realization that the word and I were connected. She repeated the word again and again as she took another unsupported step towards me. Then something grabbed her attention, throwing her concentration off. She lost her balance and grew quiet as she began to fall forward. I reached out, wrapping my hands protectively around her waist, pulling her into my arms.<br />
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I fell back onto the blanket, playing airplane with Angel above me. Her face morphed into so many different forms of joy and I laughed. She was such a happy child, and I swore to myself she would always be happy and loved. She would never know sadness or disappointment, not if I could help it.
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Hunter followed Becca inside, taking in the sights of her living space. The walls were a plain dull white, but Becca had filled them up with painting after painting, many of which he'd never seen before. Right by the patio door sat a large easel. A beige sectional took up a good amount of space in the living room. "It's so homey. Very you." he said, continuing to look around. Why had he never come to see her home before?<br />
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"All these paintings... You know I'm going to have to ask again. Why are you not selling these in a gallery somewhere?"<br />
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Becca's cheeks reddened again. She faced him, taking his hands in hers. "You really think I should, don't you?"<br />
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"Well of course." He pulled her closer, sliding his arms around her waist. "You just wait. You'll meet people that are going to bow down to your talent. Don't be surprised if you have a few offers. Then when you're world famous, I can say with pride that I knew you back when. That I love the most amazing, talented artist on this planet."<br />
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Her eyelashes fluttered and she looked down for a second, then flashed her gaze back to him. "Say that again," she whispered.<br />
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"What? That I knew you back when?" His lips curved up in a grin. He knew exactly what she meant, but had to mess with her anyway.<br />
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"Becca? What's going on out here?" Hunter ran down the sidewalk toward them.<br />
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"This woman nearly knocked me over and when I try to help, she goes psycho on me as if I'm trying to hurt her. I didn't do anything to her, man." The guy took a few steps back.<br />
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Hunter knelt beside Becca, checking her over.<br />
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"Did he try to hurt you?"<br />
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Fresh tears in her eyes, Becca shook her head. "I don't know. I did bump into him, and when he grabbed me I got scared."<br />
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"Come on angel, let's get inside then." Hunter held out his hand and helped get her on her feet.<br />
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"Crazies always come out at night. If your girl can't handle the dark don't let her out of your sight," the guy snarled, taking off.<br />
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She'd done it again. Panicked when nothing was going on. Practically attacked a guy most likely just trying to help, especially when she was the one who ran into him.<br />
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Hunter slid an arm around her shoulders. She limped away, her knee throbbing from hitting the ground. Before they went back inside, he stopped her on the patio by touching her shoulders, keeping her in place. "This isn't good, Bec. You can't-"<br />
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She stepped away from him. "I know. I can't keep doing that. You think I don't know this! I don't want to be jumping all over everyone when they're innocent bystanders! I hate losing my mind! I'm afraid I'm going to hurt somebody because I can't stop thinking someone's going to come after me again! I heard voices, talking about scaring someone. Part of me thought they were talking about me. Is that what you want to know? I'm paranoid. There, I said it."<br />
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Becca left Hunter standing there in shock as she bolted back indoors.<br />
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Needing to lighten the mood before his heart broke even more, Hunter took Becca's hands in his. He gave her a light, mischievous smile. "You know, I never did get to bring a girl in my room to kiss her." Not at twelve. He hadn't been interested in girls that way, really. Not yet.<br />
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Had Becca been in his room when his parents brought her home? Did they bring her here, even for a while? They had to have before bringing her to the Langes. Hunter tried to picture what baby Becca looked like. Had he been curious about a tiny baby all of a sudden in the house? Did they try to keep her hidden, even from their four year old son? So many questions, and not enough answers.<br />
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"So what you're saying is you wanted to take an innocent girl up to your room and seduce her," Becca said coyly, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "I don't know. I'm not that kind of girl. You'll have to really work your way to get a kiss from me."<br />
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Hunter chuckled, loving that she played along. He pulled her closer, sliding his arms around her waist. "Hard to get, eh? I think I can win you over. I've got the skills."<br />
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He leaned over and kissed her neck, trailing all the way to her jaw. "You know you want to kiss me. I'm one of your painting inspirations." He blew air on the nape of her neck. Her fingers dug into his back. "Come on, give a man his wish. Do I have to beg?"<br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A perfect society hiding a terrible secret. An innocent man condemned to cyborg slavery. A brilliant woman determined to set him free.
Freelance tech Evie Contreras belongs to the Employee class of the Pacifica Protectorate, the “perfect society” that rose from the ruins of the West Coast. But Evie knows about Pacifica’s festering core and the secrets that keep it in power. And when she discovers that Pacifica has turned her fiancé Ben into a cyborg slave, she will risk everything to rescue him.
Saving Ben is the first step in a deadly game between Pacifica and a shadowy resistance group known as Rubicon. In return for Rubicon’s help, Evie must retrieve a hidden artificial intelligence that may hold the key to protecting Earth from a deadly new disaster.
Assuming the protectorate doesn’t find Evie first...
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Let me see you, Ben.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Without a word he loosened the knot in the towel and let it fall.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He reminded her of a da Vinci nude she’d once seen, every muscle developed without unnecessary bulk and giving the impression of restrained power. His chest was the same from her memories at the pool, beautifully shaped pads of pectoral muscle and shoulders ending in curved deltoids that she wanted to grip. The same light scattering of blond chest hair narrowed to a trail that led down over trim abs to his navel and beyond.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">His legs were those of a runner, lean muscle and tendon rising in powerful mounds at the backs of his calves, along the length of his thighs. The hair covering them was sparser, only slightly darker than the hair on his chest, and curled against his indoor-pale skin.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Taking a deep breath, she looked at his groin. The hair darkened here, turning sandy brown and curling in a springy nest around a well-shaped cock, neatly circumcised. It had thickened a little, judging from the way it stood out from his body, but wasn’t anywhere near full erection yet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He laughed softly. “You should see your face. You look like all your birthdays and Christmases came at once.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“I think they just did.” There were no scars, no signs that any part of his body was artificial. “You’re perfect.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He glanced down at himself. “I think you may be a little biased, but thank you.” His pupils expanded, compressing all the light blue into a thin ring around each black pool. “Besides, you’re the one who’s perfect.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He came to her and knelt, gently urging her knees apart so that he could move closer. Her heart raced as he loosened the belt on her robe, letting it fall to each side. The terrycloth gaped open, putting her on display the same way he’d done for her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He didn’t say anything for a minute as he drank her in. The nervousness she’d felt earlier was gone, banished by the naked worship in his eyes. “You’re everything I ever wanted.” His voice was husky. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She fought back the sudden urge to cry from sheer relief. “Kiss me. Please.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He did, his chest pressing against her breasts as he slid the robe down her arms, his mouth devouring hers. She surrendered to the delicious sensation, every brush and teasing press lighting up her nerve endings like wildfire. When his tongue trailed along the soft inner flesh of her lips she opened them, welcoming him in. Between her thighs an echoing heat began to build.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It was the night in the front seat of the GoCar all over again, but this time they didn’t have to stop. And it was much better than the evening in the park hotel because now he knew who she was, who he was.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">His tongue danced around hers before breaking away to lick at the roof of her mouth. A shocking pulse of pure sensation ran through her body and she moaned into his mouth.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She broke away for a necessary breath and heard him chuckle. “Okay, so I like that,” she muttered, amused by his smugness.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Good. I like making you moan, baby. Plan on doing a lot of it, to be honest.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Nicola Cameron is a married woman of a certain age who really likes writing about science fiction, fantasy, and sex. When not writing about those things, she likes to make Stuff™. And she may be rather fond of absinthe.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">While possessing a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that she decided to write about it. The skills picked up during her SF writing career transferred quite nicely to speculative romance. Her To Be Written work queue currently stands at around nineteen books, and her mojito-sodden Muse swans in from Bali every so often to add to the list, cackling to herself all the while.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Nicola plans to continue writing until she drops dead over her keyboard or makes enough money to buy a private island and hire Rory McCann as her personal trainer/masseur, whichever comes first.</span><br />
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It had been like this for the last two hours. I still had four hours left of my shift, and I was dead tired. I hated working in snowstorms, especially when they surprised us. We had expected four to six inches, and the storm stalled over us and dumped a foot of snow in several hours.<br />
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“Hey, Missy, I know you’re busy. It’s Todd Cummings over in Dexter.” Todd was a police officer in the neighboring township. He was a young guy, only on the force a couple of years, but a good officer and not too bad to look at either.<br />
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“I’ve got a guy here trying to get through to you. He says he has official police business to attend to in Celebration, but we have two big trees down on the road. Do you by chance have any road crew that could head over this way?”<br />
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“No, my crews are up the creek without paddles right now. We have trees down everywhere, and my plows are leading my police cars and ambulances around trying to get them to where they need to be.”<br />
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“But he says it’s important. He’s with the—”<br />
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I cut him off. “I don’t care if he’s the president of the United States. We’re in emergency mode up here, Todd. You know that. I don’t have anyone who can come down there and remove a stupid tree right now. Close the damn road and turn his ass around. There are no police officers available to help with whatever official business he might have anyway, so tell the city slicker to turn the hell around and go home. He can call our chief or Thad after the storm is over and speak with one of them then.”<br />
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“But, Missy—” he started to say.<br />
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I snapped. “Todd, I have been on one call after another for the last two hours. I have two calls holding right now, a house on fire, and a guy who just cut his hand off in a snowblower. My head is killing me, I haven’t peed since I got here four hours ago, plus I’m starving. I don’t have time to listen to his whiney ass even if he did get through. Tell him to take a hike. There are people that need my attention right now, and he is not one of them. Did you get that?”<br />
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“Um, yeah, we got that,” he answered, his voice subdued.<br />
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“Good.” I hung up to answer one of the two lines that were flashing as I heard the fire chief calling out for another fire truck to respond. The house on Cedar Street was fully engulfed. Damn, that was a shame, but I didn’t have time to feel for them. Later, I would, but now, I had more work to do.<br />
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Stacy Eaton is a USA Today Best Selling author and began her writing career in October of 2010. Stacy took an early retirement from law enforcement after over fifteen years of service in 2016, with her last three years in investigations and crime scene investigation to write full time.<br />
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Stacy resides in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, who works in law enforcement, and her teen daughter who is working toward her second degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do and on the choral and cheerleading squads at school. She also has a son who is currently serving in the United States Navy.<br />
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Stacy is very involved in Domestic Violence Awareness and served on the Board of Directors for her local Domestic Violence Center for three years.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes magic goes as planned. Sometimes, you get Wayward Magic.</span><br />
Dive into eleven lush novellas full of magic and mystery that break the mold of traditional fantasy and romance with exciting, daring, and original stories.<br />
From sinfully sexy, to devastatingly romantic, to charmingly sweet, this paranormal romance collection will capture your heart and keep you on the edge of your seat to see what happens next.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When serendipity and fate collide, what else could you get but unexpected romance and Wayward Magic?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Humiliation burns through Zwyk as he comes to the realization his bride has left him standing alone at the altar. When something seems too good to be true, it usually is. He should have known someone as vivacious as his bride-to-be would never settle for a paper pushing, XBox playing geek like him. While his heart isn’t exactly broken, his pride is wounded, and his confidence has taken a hit.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rory hates that she had to tell Zwyk her sister has run away instead of marrying him. Well, she hates the pain her sister caused. She can’t exactly say she’s sorry the wedding is off. Maybe now she can make Zwyk see what’s been right under his nose this entire time -- her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We've all read jilted groom or jilted bride stories before. Usually the maid of honor, a bridesmaid, best friend, or best friend's sister ends up making it all better and they ride off into the sunset. So what makes this story different from any of those? Besides the purple aliens...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Zwyk has always wanted one thing. To have his own family. A mate, children. Maybe a family pet. And he thinks he's well on his way to achieving his dreams when he proposes to Brittany, only to be left stranded at the altar without so much as a goodbye. He decides love is too painful and gives up on his dream, determined to keep his heart from ever breaking. Enter Rory...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She's spunky, quirky, and just what Zwyk needs. He's always felt like he had to hide who he is when he's with a woman. None of them have ever been impressed with his paper-pushing job, nor his love of Xbox. But Rory isn't like the others. She's a hardcore gamer with a degree in finance, every bit as geeky as he is, and she may be just the cure that Zwyk needs. And Rory is determined to get what she wants...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His poor game system was hidden away in the hall closet, banished there by Brittany along with two boxes of his games. He hauled everything out and started hooking it back up, petting the console and whispering words of contrition to it for his poor treatment the past few months. When it booted right up, he took that to mean he was forgiven for his transgression. Looking in the boxes of games was akin to opening presents on Christmas -- a human tradition he’d embraced wholeheartedly -- and he had trouble deciding what to play first.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There wasn’t a better way to dive back into things than to play Gears of War 4. His Xbox Live membership had lapsed and his account had been deleted, so he’d have to enjoy one-player mode for now. Hell, he didn’t even know if his gaming buddies were still around, assuming he could find them online after he made a new account. He’d just up and vanished on them three months ago. It was an asshole move, but Brittany had grabbed him by the balls. Well, figuratively, because she’d never gotten close enough to actually touch his balls. They’d kissed, but she’d always shied away when he tried to take things further, saying she wanted to wait for their wedding night. Now he had to wonder how much of that was bullshit. Had she detested him so much that she couldn’t stand to be touched by him?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The game had just finished loading when there was a knock at his front door. Zwyk set his controller aside and went to answer, almost dreading who might be on the other side. If word had already spread about his failed wedding, any number of his friends could be on the other side with an “I told you so” ready on their lips, or worse, a pitying look in their eyes. He almost didn’t answer, but something made him pull open the door.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His eyebrows rose when he saw who stood on the other side.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Rory?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She grinned and held up two pizza boxes while she pushed her glasses further up her nose. “I thought you might need sustenance after your trying day. It’s your favorite. Sausage and onion.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His stomach rumbled and he stepped back to let her in. It wasn’t the first time she’d been to his house, but it was the first time they’d been alone. Was she feeling sorry for him? He’d have thought she’d be with her parents, trying to figure out where Brittany went. But then Rory had always seemed to follow her own rhythm. What was that Earth saying? Marching to the beat of her own drum?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He shut the door and followed her into the living room, where she set the boxes on the coffee table. He grinned a little, thinking about Brittany’s head exploding if she saw such a travesty. It gave him the sudden urge to leave rings and scuff marks on the pristine surface. Juvenile perhaps, but refreshing. It was like he’d been freed from a prison sentence, and if that wasn’t a sobering thought, he didn’t know what was.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Whatever you just thought, stop thinking it,” Rory said as she opened the first box. “I figure we can just eat out of the box, but we probably should grab some drinks before I kick your ass on the Xbox.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He blinked at her. Did she just say…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Drinks?” she prompted then shook her head. “Never mind, I’ll get them.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He watched, bemused, as she helped herself to his kitchen. She returned a moment later with a disgusted look on her face and two soda cans in her hands.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Please tell me this is another Brittany travesty and you don’t actually drink <em>diet</em>.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He coughed to cover his laugh, but he couldn’t deny that she amused him. “I’ll go to the store later and pick up some regular soda.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You should get grape too. It’s my favorite.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He scratched his neck and wondered if that meant she planned to hang out for a while. Zwyk wasn’t quite sure what to make of Rory, but he was just going to go with it for the time being. He couldn’t really think of anything else to do. Retaking his seat on the couch, he grabbed a slice of pizza and took a huge bite before downing half the can she’d placed in front of him. The intro to the game blared from the TV speakers and Rory wiggled her fingers at him, snatching the controller from his hand.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You eat. I’m going to play.” She grinned at him before turning her focus to the game on the screen.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Zwyk devoured almost an entire pizza by himself as he alternated between watching the comical expressions on Rory’s face and her annihilation of everything in her path on the screen. Her skill was rather impressive and her maniacal laugh as she took out the opposing force was amusing. Who knew such a pint-sized female could be so bloodthirsty?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“All right, killer. It’s my turn,” he said holding out his hand for the controller. “You’re pretty good, but it’s time to show you how the pros do it.”</span><br />
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With DNA evidence on her side ambitious prosecutor, Adrianne Washington, is offering no deals and is ready to proceed to trial. However, her rush to judgment may have less to do with facts and more to do with a personal vendetta.<br />
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Unforeseen problems lurk around every corner and the newly married couple find themselves being tested in ways they never imagined. With the world falling apart around them, Jackson and Skylar are determined to keep their family together. Yet will all their efforts be in vain? Is the damaged that’s been done to their lives beyond repair? Does the truth really set you free or are there some secrets that should stay buried?<br />
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“Place your hands on the counter, spread your legs, and don’t move,” says the detective on my left. He goes about patting me down. I don’t know what he expects to find; they already did this to me before we got on the plane.<br />
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I almost laugh at the coincidence of his name and my situation.<br />
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Simon says take off your shoes and pull out the laces.<br />
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Simon says take off your watch, wedding band, and hand over your wallet.<br />
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Glaring at him, I comply. I do everything he demands. I get the sense he likes this part of his job—brandishing the power lent to him by the state over the people.<br />
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I look him up and down before following Raleigh a little way away to a corner of the station. Here sits a table with a computer, scanner, and a camera. We stand in front of the computer as he enters my information. When he’s done, he places my right hand on the scanner and it captures my print. We do the same with my other hand. Next, I stand against the wall in front of the height chart and that’s when everything becomes surreal.<br />
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I can’t believe I’ve actually been arrested. My freedom, which up until now I’ve considered a God-given right, has been demoted to a privilege and now lies in the hands of people who don’t know the first thing about me. Raleigh takes a frontal shot of me then tells me to turn to my right. I take in a sharp breath as I turn and an unnerving nausea settles in the pit of my stomach.<br />
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Author Bio: Samyah Leighton is a wife and mother of four. She's always had a passion for writing and storytelling. She loves to read. Romance and erotica are her favorite genres. Samyah loves all kinds of animals and movies and music. She loves to cook and bake and window shop. She finds beauty in all types of love. For the most part Samyah enjoys the simple things in life.<br />
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Fifteen years ago Jackson Delaney met Skylar Deveraux. It was love at first sight. He adored her. He trusted her. And she betrayed him. Breaking things off, he left her behind and never expected to see her again.<br />
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With the help of time Jackson was able to put the past behind him. Now at thirty-six-years-old he believes he’s living his dream. He’s rich, famous and a celebrated NFL quarterback who can have anyone woman he sets his sights on. His life is perfect until the death of his brother and sister-in-law unearths some devastating secrets from the past that forces him to question everything he thought he knew about his life.<br />
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Skylar's ex-husband Chris has discovered her secrets and is using them against her to get what he wants. And what he wants is her. Believing she’s the only woman for him, Chris is desperate to prove to Skylar that he’s the only man for her. He wants his wife back at all cost and he’s willing to do anything to keep her. Even blackmailing her into another marriage.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A tingle
went down Dane’s spine. “Zachary, do you spend the entire off-season
here—gardening, I mean?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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were out of Dane’s mouth before he knew it. “I’m here for eight weeks, alone.
You can stay here … if you want, instead of finding a hotel or other
accommodations.” He cringed just a little. <i>Did
I sound needy?<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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eyes sparkled with happiness at the offer. He smiled and leaned over to place a
hand on Dane’s arm. “Thank you, I do want to. I’d love to. No one’s actually
offered before.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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popped into Dane’s mind, but he couldn’t quite form it. He knew there was
something strange about Zachary’s statement, but pushed it away under a spell
of attraction to the handsome man.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Architect, Dane
Lovell takes an off-season vacation in an old New England mansion, hoping to
ease his broken heart, and spark his imagination. Impressed by the pretty
gardens, he’s surprised by the sinister atmosphere of the river than winds
through the estate. Dane settles down to his vacation and tries to immerse
himself in his drawings. One night, the sound of the back door smashing open in
the wind and rain shocks Dane from his work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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with a grateful smile. “Thanks, sweetheart.” He sat heavily in his armchair and
brought his feet up onto the footstool. “It’ll be great to get away. Have you
packed?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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sit on the arm of the chair and ran her fingers into his hair, taking it back
from his forehead. She planted a kiss there. “I have. Have you finished work?
Can we make an early start?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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caught her hand and kissed her palm. “All done. Let’s leave around six. We’ll
miss the business traffic if we get out the other side of town before seven.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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frown put a crease between her eyes. “Jackson … have you mentioned Zachary to
the guy leasing the cottage?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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each night a portal opens in Tamara’s barn and a horde of ghosts spills into
her yard. She and Dex work together to find a way to help Cal and the thousands
of spirits stuck in the void to cross over. When she learns she has the ghost
touch—the ability to touch the ghosts as if they were corporeal—and she
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pull her from the mass of ghosts, her touch restores him more and more until he
is at danger of being stuck on earth—forever, which is very enticing to Tamara
the better she knows him. Will she and Dex figure out how to help the spirits
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Seeing they’d already changed direction, she dug her fingers into the grass to
pull herself away from them. Her legs were as shaky as a newborn foal and even
crawling was too much effort. Ruff stood next to her, barking, but she knew
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grabbing at her arms, legs, clothes, hair. Their chatter became excited,
reminding her of a pack of hyenas. She buried her head under her arms
wishing…praying they’d go away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Was that Cal? Tamara raised her head as much as she could,
but was still buried in spirits. She got a glance at a familiar face before the
writhing group closed in again. Was that the drowned ghost? She looked less
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Leave her. This will not help. Get away.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Slowly the weight lifted from her until she felt only one
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Cal,” she croaked, struggling to raise her head and open
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Come on, Tamara. You need to get up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Her eyelids were so heavy. She couldn’t hold them open.
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Tamara, you need to move him. I can’t touch him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Let go of me Cal. You’re making it worse. I think.” Even
speaking drained her of energy. It took all she had just to force the words
out, but when Cal let go of her, she felt a difference immediately. It was as
if her strength no longer leaked out of her extremities. Unfortunately her tank
didn’t seem to be refilling very fast. “I…it’s…it’s better. Give me a minute.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“We don’t really have a minute, Tamara.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsfZrRShOO9HW__f9ftwoW9UQKaFDWuKeOuvqwYIWuqh9V_vzqiRUAwlXj1gJnxJD6yvvxWwWx9sWwnGAggbDeQOVuUio0pN-qoByMnPooJTMC7v8KaxT5Z2PbiaVB5RIM_57na6Qc9S0/s1600/IMG_5209+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsfZrRShOO9HW__f9ftwoW9UQKaFDWuKeOuvqwYIWuqh9V_vzqiRUAwlXj1gJnxJD6yvvxWwWx9sWwnGAggbDeQOVuUio0pN-qoByMnPooJTMC7v8KaxT5Z2PbiaVB5RIM_57na6Qc9S0/s200/IMG_5209+-+Copy.JPG" width="169" /></a><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">LA Dragoni
isn’t too particular about who falls in love or where they fall in love. She
simply considers it her job to capture the story about their love. Whether it’s
paranormal, mythical, or time travel, LA will be there to divine their story
for you. She lives in Central Oregon with her husband and children, but haunts
ghost towns and cemeteries up and down the west, in search of the next
adventure to sift through her storytelling brain. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Follow LA on
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">and learn
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Available in
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">and now
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Also
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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