tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72797814899627614962024-03-13T17:09:33.119-05:00Becca DaleNaughty EnoughBecca Dalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09854661507227735148noreply@blogger.comBlogger148125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279781489962761496.post-69878441671194996352013-08-08T06:45:00.002-05:002013-08-08T06:45:33.034-05:00Dragon Series Dilemma<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 0.5in;">In honor of shifter month, please welcome the talented and everesant, Kali Willows and her smokin' hot dragons. Kali has a fantastic series she'd like to share with you today.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 0.5in;">Be sure to leave a comment to help her name the series.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 0.5in;">Kali is also part of </span><a href="http://www.arecafe.com/decadent-author/win-big-ultimate-shifters-celebration-with-decadent-publishing/" style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 0.5in;" target="_blank">Decadent Publishing's Ultimate Shifter Celebration </a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 0.5in;">at ARe Cafe. Drop by and enter the weekly survey for a chance to win a Kindle Fire and don't forget to read the</span><a href="http://www.arecafe.com/category/decadent-author/" style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 0.5in;" target="_blank"> author posts for a scavenger hunt</a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 0.5in;"> with cool prizes from each author. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">For
fans of my best selling 1NS erotic romance, of fiery parahuman twins & a
divorcee with a tricky twist of her own in: <b><i><a href="http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=525">Double Dragon Seduction</a></i></b><i>, </i>there is a sequel to this sizzling paranormal
tale, and now a third dragon story coming in October 2013! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">But
that’s not all…a fourth story; a prequel to it all is underway with plans to
put the collection in a print edition!!!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">What
is the dilemma you ask? Well, coming up with single titles is usually fairly
simple for me, with each dragon story added to the series, it took more thought
and contemplation. Now, to name the whole series has me in quite the quandary. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">I
want you to weigh in and tell me what appeals more to you for the title, &
does it need more steam for an erotic paranormal romance series? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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stories in order are</span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Dragon’s Bond</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(prequel currently WIP) </span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-size: large;">Double
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<b><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-size: large;">Dragon
Temptation</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Dragon’s Breath</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(releasing in October 2013) </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span lang="EN-CA">“Double
Dragon’s Blood” </span></b><span lang="EN-CA">Or</span><b><span lang="EN-CA"> “Double
Dragon Legacy”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">The
other part I need your feedback with is my custom swag. In part, I’m focused on
the Romantic Times Convention in New Orleans next year; this is my one
convention goal to complete; go to RT loaded for bear with swag and print books
for all dragon lovers to enjoy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">To
avoid any duplication of my esteemed fellow authors’ creativity, I’m looking
for something unique and dragon related, I’m also taking into consideration the
Mardi Gras atmosphere of New Orleans. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">What
I’ve come up with so far, are custom glow in the dark, (or regular) temporary
tattoos I’m designing, flavoured fortune cookies with messages from the series,
Chinese fans, customized dragon’s blood votive candles (they smell so yummy),
glow in the dark beads and a few other possibilities. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">What
do you prefer for swag? Something useful, mementos, theme related…? Help? This
is one version of the tattoo I’ve been working on, and wonder if you like?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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your comments for a chance to win an eBook copy of the first dragon story in
the series </span><b style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i>Double Dragon Seduction</i></b><span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;">. Don’t forget to leave your email so I
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<b><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=525">DOUBLE DRAGON</a> SEDUCTION BLURB:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-CA">Gwen
Trembley is disturbed by the upcoming wedding of her reprehensible ex, and
coping with her emerging fiery talent. Gwen seeks the services of 1NS for a
night where new carnal knowledge will revive her damaged soul. Madame Eve has
the perfect arrangements, but perhaps twice what she bargained for.<br />
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Twin brothers Tatsu and Yong Li, are in desperate need of a unique woman who
can accept them as inseparable. They carry not one, but two secrets. These
exotic brothers can’t be with just any woman, and if Gwen is willing to try,
she will face the most passionate, lust-filled night of her life, but will she
survive? Will they? 1NS finds a match they never expected possible.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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I, or my latest hero at least, was asked to participate in the Ultimate Shifter Challenge from All Romance eBooks and Decadent Publishing. Ryan is in Pair 15 so don't miss him. This is just for fun, but come read about the many shifter heroes and maybe you'll find you next favorite author!<a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/contest_shifter_challenge.html"> Vote Here!</a><br />
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Next bit of news - Decadent Publishing is having a month-long Shifter Party and will be giving away a Kindle Fire to one lucky reader. <a href="http://www.arecafe.com/decadent-author/win-big-ultimate-shifters-celebration-with-decadent-publishing/">http://www.arecafe.com/decadent-author/win-big-ultimate-shifters-celebration-with-decadent-publishing/</a><br />
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And finally, to go along with Decadent's Party - several authors, including me, are hanging out and having a scavenger hunt. It is easy peasy to enter and you might find a great paranormal read. <a href="http://www.arecafe.com/category/decadent-author/">Check back here</a> every day because some authors will let you play more than once and have some pretty cool prizes. <a href="http://www.arecafe.com/decadent-author/becca-dale-the-draw-of-the-shifter-hero/">Get in on Ryan and Nadi's part of the scavenger hunt</a>.<br />
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<a href="http://decadentpublishing.blogspot.com/2013/07/the-return-of-wolf.html?spref=bl">Daily Dose of Decadence: The Return of the Wolf</a>: Ryan's Treasure Available HERE By Becca Dale The Minnesota border is only an hour drive from my home, but it’s worlds away in m...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11974545580641959248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279781489962761496.post-18842905721243628002013-07-10T19:00:00.001-05:002013-07-10T19:00:14.840-05:00So excited about this one!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11974545580641959248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279781489962761496.post-36337749818030541862013-07-01T01:49:00.001-05:002013-07-01T01:49:16.006-05:00Introducing Canadian erotic romance author, Paige Bennett.<div class="MsoNormal">
Welcome Paige. Glad to have your naughty self here today :-) Readers please note the contest at the bottom of the page so you don't miss out.</div>
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Thanks Becca, for inviting me to visit your blog. My name is Paige Bennett and I write interracial and BBW
erotic romance for Phaze Books (<a href="http://www.phaze.com/">www.phaze.com</a>)
, and more mainstream erotica and erotic romance for Cambridge Press US (<a href="http://www.cambridgepress.us/">www.cambridgepress.us</a>) . Dubbed The Mistress of Titillation, I write hot
stories for those who dare, but always keeping in mind the romance of the tale.</div>
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In another guise, I’ve been writing contemporary romance and
paranormal romance for a dozen years and have a good following there. But as my
Paige bio says, “fearing the shock her smoking hot erotica would be to the
constitution of her beloved elderly mother, she prefers to keep her real
identity under wraps...kind of like a superhero, but not.” </div>
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I have several short stories and novellas with Phaze, my last
release being An Appetite for Seduction. </div>
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<i>Quinn Foster is a restaurant critic with a discerning
palate for fine food, and an equally discerning eye for the beauty of African
American chef Jameka Rollins. A deliberate mix up of a review for Jameka's
restaurant, The Bayou Bistro, causes some severe misunderstandings between the
two singles. <br />
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Helping this mix-up along is a work rival of Quinn's, Stan Turner. Jealous of
Quinn's success and status at work, and of his growing romance with the lovely
Jameka, Stan sets out with a plan to discredit Quinn and win Jameka away from
the man. But as is the way with best laid plans, they often go awry, and can,
in fact, get down right dangerous. Despite his best efforts, Quinn and Jameka
find their way to each other, and that's when things get really interesting!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Coming this summer, also from
Phaze, is my new IR novella, Hot for the Handyman. This is my first story with
a more mature heroine and a younger man.<o:p></o:p></div>
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a great marriage with her late husband, and put her own life on hold after his
death three years prior, but now she realizes that she misses the intimacy of a
relationship with a </i><i>man and needs to move forward.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Enter, Ray Cameron, the young attractive handyman she's hired to build a deck
on the back of her house. From the first moment they meet, the sexual tension
is thick between them. Ray prefers the company of mature women and thinks
Yvetta is the most beautiful woman he's ever met. Yvetta is likewise smitten,
but fights the attraction due to her fears around their age difference and what
people will think, most especially her twenty-six year old daughter, Tanisha.<br />
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Inevitably, they succumb to their attraction and spend a transformative night
together, but it only fuels Yvetta's self doubt, and she almost loses Ray
as a result. It takes forgiveness, and an understanding heart (and
steaming hot sex) to bring the two of them back together. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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And
I can’t forget my wonderful publisher at Cambridge Press US. I’m doing something a little different there.
I have a series of “mini-collections”, entitled The Hottest Heat. Quick reads,
each very affordable mini-collection contains three hot shorts which are
guaranteed to get your blood pressure rising (nudge nudge, wink wink!). Volumes One and Two are available now, with
Volume Three due in September.</div>
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My website is <a href="http://www.paigebennett.homestead.com/">www.paigebennett.homestead.com</a> where you can read excerpts, get the latest
Paige news, and find out where to buy my books.</div>
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I also have a blog: <a href="http://authorpaigebennett.blogspot.ca/">http://authorpaigebennett.blogspot.ca/</a></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Let’s have some fun now. <span style="color: red;">Until
the end of July, everyone who leaves a comment at my blog, or signs my guest
book at my website will have their name put into a draw for a signed copy of my
book An Appetite for Seduction.</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I look forward to hearing from you all.</div>
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What do these things all have in common? Well they're DIRTY and that's what the Dirty Birdies Flock hop was supposed to be about, right? </div>
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Oh, wrong kind of dirty?</div>
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Okay, well it is also western week at Decadent Publishing so I should promo my western, but it is actually a little sweeter than most of my stuff. With a bunch of brothers' and a ghost looking over their shoulders, this couple didn't have much chance to get busy. Although when they do, it certainly brought mutual satisfaction. Speaking of satisfaction, for the sake of dirty, let's look at my newest release - Sweet Satisfaction. <b>But remember to scroll down and leave a comment for a chance to win one of two $5 gift cards to the book store of your choice. If I get at least twenty comments, I'll expand the prizes. </b></div>
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He walked around to stand behind her once more. Her weight rested on her hips where he had stretched her over the upholstered chair back. Needing to touch more than he wanted to play, he ran his hands over her curvy ass, so white and plump. A groan welled in his throat. If he failed, he’d never have the opportunity to claim her. He bent and bit her lightly, scrapping his teeth over the pale rounded flesh. She moaned and her back arched toward him, flashing him a glimpse of her hot pink folds, glistening with renewed desire. “Tell me what hurts, Kate.”</div>
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“Huh?”</div>
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The muddled response triggered a grin. “You said you were sore. Where?” But he knew. He’d focused most of his attention on her tiny clit and tight pussy. He doubted she could handle much more in those areas.</div>
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The negative shake of her head provided her only answer.</div>
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Kneeling, he leaned forward and blew across her damp flesh. She jerked when he grazed her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her squeal confirmed his suspicions, but he had no intention of aggravating the tenderness further—at least not there. Shifting to a more comfortable position, he spread her ass cheeks and licked her tiny rosebud.</div>
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Kate jerked in response. “No. I don’t—”</div>
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“Yes. You’ll like it.” He edged closer, slicking his tongue over her, prodding, lightly invading her hole before nipping at her again. “How often have come in your sleep from thinking about this? Of being bent over, helpless and vulnerable, of a man taking you from behind, shoving his thick cock into your ass while you cry out and beg him to be gentle even though you want it rough? The idea of giving yourself to someone you can’t control thrills you as much or more than the sense of the forbidden. Doesn’t it?”</div>
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Fear squeezed Kate’s chest. He was right, in her nightmare fantasies, the pain nearly blinded her, but still she woke wet and trembling, coming down from orgasm. “Please, I can’t do this.”</div>
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“Give me your safe word and we’re done. Until then, we’ll test just how wild you really are, my little cat.”</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11974545580641959248noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279781489962761496.post-45874573930764834732013-06-24T00:00:00.000-05:002013-06-24T00:00:00.423-05:00Meet Dana Littlejohn!<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt;">For
those who don’t know me, I am Dana Littlejohn, author of sensual and erotic
romance. I am a native New Yorker living happily in Indianapolis, Indiana. My
husband and I are empty nesters and loving it. We travel and try to do all the
things we wanted to do when our children were little. At the time we didn’t
mind giving them all our time and making sure they did things because we knew
when they were out the house we would still be young enough to do stuff and old
enough to appreciate and enjoy them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Though
I still work a full time job, with just us at home and no children I have
plenty of time to write. I have written many short stories and a few novellas,
but I never had the time to concentrate on a full length novel. Earlier this
year I finally completed that task. My first full length novel, The Fun House will
be out in ebook and print this summer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
truly enjoyed being a full time mother, but I must admit being a part time
parent is so much more fun. I get to be Dana again, write as much as I want and
hang out with my husband going places and doing things without worry of if we
have the money or who’s going to watch the kids. LOL For those who aren’t there
yet let me assure you that not only is there a light at the end of the tunnel
it’s so bright you’re going to need shades! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Thanks
for stopping by to get to know me a little better. I would like to give you a
peek into my first full length novel, The Fun House.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Blurb:</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Diamond
Jones hasn’t had the greatest luck when it came to the opposite sex so hasn’t
dated for two years. Her best friend, Tia, comes to visit and decides that fun
is going to be their top priority for the weekend. To achieve her objective,
Tia enlisted Kain Williams and his friend Trey. Will the men help or hinder the
women to obtain their ultimate goal? Or will Diamond’s biggest fears in life
prevail?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Excerpt:</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Good
evening, ladies. I am Cassandra.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Cassandra’s
fair skin looked pale against the bright red glasses she wore low on her nose.
Her pale orange hair was twisted into an old fashion bun at the top of her
head. The crimson satin trimming her black corset made the freckles on her face
and shoulders stand out. A large ruby resting in the cleavage of her large
breasts caught Diamond’s eye. It twinkled in the bright light of the room
making her wonder if the jewel was real and not.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Wow,”
Diamond said, under her breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Tia
whispered to her as they walked over to the woman. “I hope I look that good
when we get older.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Thank
you, Sissy, you may go now.” She reached over the desk and shook their hands.
“Welcome to the Fun House.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Thank
you. I’m Tia and this is my friend, Diamond.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Ahh,
yes, the ladies Miss Jessie spoke of. Do you have the card? I’m sorry, but she
won’t be here tonight. She said she’s caught up with something else and has
asked that I extend her greetings and hospitality to you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Tia
handed it over and the woman swiped the right bottom corner through another
scanner. She looked up from a screen and smiled. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Wonderful!
Come, darlings. Let me take you to where you can change.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Diamond’s
eyes grew wide as Cassandra stood and led them through a door just beyond her
desk. Now that she was away from her desk, they could see her outfit in its
entirety. Along with the corset, she wore nothing but a matching thong, black
thigh high stockings and patent leather stilettos.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Diamond
stared at the walls embarrassed. Tia noticed her reaction and smothered her
titters behind her hand while shaking her head. At the end of the long hallway,
Cassandra opened the door to let them into a small locker area.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“The
locks are hanging on all the lockers. The ones with the keys still in them are
available. When you are done changing, follow the same hall back to my desk and
I’ll have a guide waiting for you,” she explained, then left them alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Well,
this is different,” Diamond said in monotone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Tia
unzipped her shorts. “Different doesn’t mean bad.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Diamond
pulled off her shirt. “Yeah, well, I don’t think Joyce or Jessie lives here. I
don’t think anyone lives here,” she added, panic tainting her words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“No,
I don’t think so, either. What I <i>do</i>
think is if everyone is dressed like Cassandra, we will be grossly over-dressed
in our tank top and biker shorts,” Tia told her with a laughing grin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“That’s
not funny. I’m not so sure about this, Tia.” She stopped undressing and sat on
a bench.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Lighten
up, Diamond. I don’t think anyone is going to attack you. I don’t get that vibe
in here. Let’s stay long enough to check it out, at least. If you really hate
it, we’ll leave. Who knows, you may actually have a good time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Well…okay.
But when I’m ready to go, promise me we’ll leave.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Tia
threw her right hand in the air. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, scout’s honor. Now let’s
go.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Yeah,
right. Like you were any kind of a scout,” Diamond mumbled, finishing dressing
before following her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">They
retraced their steps. Cassandra beckoned them over when they emerged from the
hallway. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Come
darlings. I want you to meet Isis. She will be your guide.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Isis,
a beautiful young, African American woman, wore a silky white toga type dress.
The front hung low showing off impressive cleavage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Hello,
ladies.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“This
is—” Cassandra started, but Isis held up her hand to stop her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Cassandra,
please let them choose a name first and I’ll call them by that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“We
have to pick another name?” Diamond asked, looking between the woman and Tia.
“Why?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Because
we prefer to protect the identities of those who wish their identities to be
protected,” Isis explained, handing Tia a silvery mask. “Because of that, only
the staff goes unmasked.” She handed her a black feathered one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Are
we hiding?” Diamond asked nervously, accepting the mask.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“No,
of course not. In this house, every fantasy and <i>any</i> fantasy can take place. Some people’s fantasies are a little
wilder than others and they may be embarrassed by them.” She smiled. “They
could be our lawyers…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Tia
and Diamond exchanged a look.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Our
doctors, teachers…” Isis continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Another
look.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Or
even our next door neighbors and grocery clerks. They come here so they can
watch, indulge, fantasize or just have an uncomplicated no strings attached
sexual encounter and then go back to their everyday lives without being judged.
It’s for them that we asked <i>all</i>
visitors to wear masks.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“I
see your point,” Tia said adjusting the mask over her face. “I wish I could’ve
chosen a cool name like yours. Do names often repeat in here?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Yes,
of course. But just like outside it’s the person and the personality that makes
me different from another Isis that is here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Hmm,
how about Delilah? I always thought that was a pretty name,” Tia suggested.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“It’s
beautiful and what about you?” Isis said, turning to Diamond.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“I
don’t know, I don’t think I can do this,” she replied nervously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Oh,
come on, girl. We already discussed this. I promised,” Tia said, pouting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Diamond
let out an exasperated breath. “Oh, all right. How about,” she paused in
thought. “Ruby?” she finally said and put on the mask.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“No,
girl, uh-uh. Don’t use your mom’s name. That’s just nasty.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Yeah,
you’re right.” She chuckled. “Okay, what about…Sapphire?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Hmm,
I like it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Good,
shall we begin our tour?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Isis
took them down another long hallway. At the end, she pushed passed wooden beads
serving as a door to the entrance of another room. She stood in the doorway
giving them time to absorb the atmosphere. Delilah and Sapphire both gasped as
they walked into what seemed like another world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The
dim lighting and intoxicating smell captivated her immediately. A small stage
was erected along the back wall. A plethora of different color lights bounced
off its polished surface as a woman danced. The music was loud enough for the
dancer to hear, but not loud enough to drown out any normal conversation.
Several chairs were stationed around it. Groups of tables and chairs filled
with onlookers lined the wall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">To
her right, a long buffet table stood guarded by a man dressed in only black
shirt cuffs on his wrists, bowtie and a white apron. He smiled, but she turned
away. Delilah tapped her, and pointed ahead of them to a lounge area. On a long
couch sat four naked people kissing and pawing playfully at each other. At the
end of the couch, a topless woman accepted a drink from a waitress, dressed in
a black and white French maid outfit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Wow,”
Sapphire whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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we go to the bar?” Isis stepped down the two steps into the room, not waiting
for an answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> <span style="color: #ffe599;">Hi everyone, today we have Tessa Berkley with us to tell us about her Historical Western from The Wild Rose Press <i>Castillo's Fiery Texas Rose</i>. Good morning, Tessa. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Good Morning all, I'd like to first thank Becca
Dale for having me today. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> <span style="color: #ffe599;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You are more than welcome, Tessa. Glad you could drop by. Please tell readers a litte about yourself.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> My name is
Tessa Berkley and I've just had the pleasure of releasing my fist book with The
Wild Rose Press entitled <i><a href="http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=176_146&products_id=5184">Castillo's Fiery Texas Rose</a></i>, a historical western
romance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Why
historical westerns you ask? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> All
my life, I've felt drawn to the American west. The power of the men and women
who dared to tame a wild land, to take on nature, or their fellow man when most
lived by their own creed governed by their own rules or lack of rules
completely intrigues me. So, it should come as no great stretch that I studied history at our local University. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> For
those of you who have picked up a copy of Castillo's story, you've probably
already noticed that Trace embodies several characteristics of famous actors.
He is a U.S. Marshall aka Matt Dillion. He has a roguish smile similar to
Henry Darrow of <i>The High Chaparral</i>. But most of all, he is a man of honor. I
think he gets that from John Wayne. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Trace
is a bit cynical. He's seen the world at its worst and had his heart
broken. He opens the story by running
afoul of our heroine, Mary Rose
Thornton. A hot headed Irish lass who could
be played by Maureen O'Hare.
Trace tells Mary Rose's brother, "Women cause trouble on the
trail." He just doesn't know what
he's in for. I'll leave you with
a bit of Trace Castillo and Mary Rose. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Excerpt from <i><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/castillos-fiery-texas-rose-tessa-berkley/1115651161?ean=2940016795591">Castillo's Fiery Texas Rose</a></i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Trace spied a bench partially hidden
beneath the boughs of a willow tree. “Over there.” He motioned with his hand
and escorted her to the bench. “Sit.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> She sat down and looked back. “What
is so important, Marshal, that you brought me out here, away from my guests?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Miss Thornton,” he began, “do you
think it’s advisable to return to the freight office?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> The air filled with a stunned
silence. “Excuse me?” she whispered. He detected a hint of laughter with her
disbelief. When he didn’t speak, her eyebrow rose in mild contempt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Trace’s mouth pulled to a straight
line. “You have experienced the tragic loss of your<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">brother,
whom you clearly adored, not to mention being injured. Surely, you don’t expect
to walk into—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Her hostile glare stopped him cold.
“Go on.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> He recognized the trace of contempt in her
voice. Her eyes were cold and stormy, and he knew he stood on dangerous ground.
But she was being pigheaded, and he intended to prove his point. “A freight
office is a place where men hang out, rough men. The type of men who would walk
over you as soon as look at you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> She rose to her feet and stood nose
to nose with him. The faint scent of vanilla surrounded them as, eyes ablaze,
she lashed her words like a whip. “Don’t you </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">dare tell me
it’s not my right to work,” she hissed. “My brother may be dead, but I own that
freight company. It is my blood, my sweat, my life!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Your life,” he scoffed. “Your
death, Miss Thornton, if you keep up with this foolhardy attempt.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> She flashed him a look of disdain.
“You pompous windbag.” Her nostrils flared and color crept into her cheeks.
“Don’t you preach to me! I intend to honor my brother’s memory by making
Thornton’s the best freight company in Texas.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Her fire set his blood aflame. Any
other woman would have run in the opposite direction. In defiance, she stepped
closer, glaring up at him, the color of her eyes deepening from blue to deep
indigo. In their depths a sparkling of fire leaped and could not go
unchallenged. Unable to control his movements, Trace reached out and grasped
her by the waist, his broad hands nearly spanning her middle. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Oh, yes.” His words tumbled over
his lips, deep, throaty, and laced with desire. “You’ll make a name for
yourself. Every unmarried man, every scoundrel, and every hot blood in
southwest Texas will turn up on your doorstep. They will watch the tilt of your
head, the sway of your skirts, and try to catch the shimmer of fire in that
fine head of hair.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Beneath his stare, her eyes widened.
Not from fear, but with understanding of what his words meant. He searched her
face but didn’t hold back. “They won’t stop there,” he continued, pulling her
toward him. “Not until they have a taste of heaven.” He felt the warmth of </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">her hand
upon his chest setting the skin below it aflame as she tried to push him back.
Ignoring the pressure, he leaned closer. Her mouth opened to signal a protest,
and before she had time to stiffen her arm and push him away, his lips
descended upon hers.</span><br />
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That one book led to another, then another. Pretty soon I was devouring
romances like my life depended on them. Somehow, I didn’t see anything strange
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She kept an eye on me after that, locating all the paperback
and hardcovers in my closet and under my bed. She told me I had a problem. I
told her I couldn’t stop – even to make her happy. Instead, I lured her into my
world. I gave her her first romance, then her second; her third. She is stronger
than me – romance never took control of her the way it did me. </div>
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I began reading romance everywhere: curled in the corner of
the couch while the family watched television, in the back of the classroom
while the teacher talked biology. I didn’t need to learn biology, I had romance
novels. I couldn’t get enough – the promise of happily-ever-after, of love
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In no time at all my addiction grew stronger. Just reading
romances wasn’t enough. Suddenly I had this urge, this new and frightening,
uncontrollable urge…to write. I wasn’t strong enough to resist. Who is? I began
carrying a notebook with me everywhere I went. A notebook I filled with
dialogue and partial chapters, story ideas and possible titles. Some days it got
so bad that the world around me faded away. While others enjoyed the sun or the
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romance. I’ve endured the odd looks, the smirks, and even those that say
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Well guess what, if stories that celebrate falling in love,
emotion and commitment are poison, I don’t want the antidote. I love the
stuttered heartbeats when the hero and heroine first meet, the gut punch of
sexual awareness. My heart races with the sweetness of that first kiss, and the
momentary panic over the realization they’ve fallen in love. I thrive on the idea
how even at the worst of times, at those moments when you least expect it, two
people can find love. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11974545580641959248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279781489962761496.post-71382611195866203892013-06-03T00:00:00.000-05:002013-06-03T00:00:08.768-05:00Garland & Gould Talk Love & Curses<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>Debbie</b>: Good morning all.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: Sorry, I’m late. Here’s your water. I’m glad
the coffee shop had the brand you like. </div>
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<b>Debbie</b>: Thanks. Today we are at
the Riverwalk in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">San Antonio</st1:city>,
<st1:state w:st="on">Texas</st1:state></st1:place>, to meet with Ben <st1:city w:st="on">Walker</st1:city>. Ben will be
featured in each book of our Cursed Ink series. </div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: Mmm…wow, this is amazing coffee!</div>
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<b>Debbie</b>: Focus, Laura!</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: Right. Um, yes, our first book is <i>Love &
Curses</i>, and it seems Ben has been a bad boy. He’s gotten himself cursed and
now has to watch all these different couples get their happily ever after.</div>
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<b>Debbie</b>: But we’ll let him tell you more about all
that.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: Absolutely! </div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: Well, hey, Ben. Good afternoon. Glad you
could take the time to meet with us.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: Yes! Great to talk to you at last.</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: Ladies.<i>(nods
head) </i>Always a pleasure to chat with you two.</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: (<i>turns
to Laura and shakes head) </i>Soooo, we’re chronicling your life here.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: And the stuff that happens around you. You
know, to the people you meet.</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: Right. So, readers want to know how
everything started.</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: How what started?</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: Weren’t you cursed or something?</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: Yeah. How did that happen? I mean you had to
have done something really bad….</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: (rolls eyes) You’re talking about Calista.</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: Yes! Tell us about your relationship.</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: What relationship?</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: The two of you dated, right?</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: Yeah, but there was nothing to it. I don’t do
relationships.</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: What do you mean by that?</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: Look, I'm young, in the prime of my life. Does
it make me such a bad guy to shy away from commitment? There's a heck of a lot
of fun out there to be had.</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: <i>(cocks
an eyebrow) </i>So, you just use women for your pleasure?</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: No, it's not like that at all. It’s always a
mutual thing. You know…just sex.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: Riiiiight. And Calista?</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: A miscommunication. Plain and simple. I thought
she understood the no-strings thing. She thought I wanted more. When we
realized we weren’t on the same page, we called it off.</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: That’s not how I heard it.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: Me either. But anyway, how did that turn out
for you?</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: It was fine. We went our separate ways.</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: And…?</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: Her screwy Gypsy aunt. The old lady had to get
involved and did some hocus pocus curse on me. (<i>shakes head</i>) I don’t even believe in that stuff. But there has been
a lot of crazy shit that’s started happening.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: Like what?</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: Well, I saw Calista almost get killed. Course
her boyfriend—</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: Husband.</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: Oh, yeah right. Well, he was her boyfriend when
it happened. Anyway, he saved her. Barely.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: What else?</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: Weird lightning in a clear night sky. Umm…you’ll
think I’m crazy, but when the old biddy was doing her mumbo jumbo stuff, I
thought I was going to freeze to death. It was some strange shit for sure. But
I don’t believe in curses.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: And how’s that working for you?</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: Fine.</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: So you left New Orleans. Why San Antonio?</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: It was time to leave and I had a friend that had
some extra room for me in his shop, so why not? Having a great time out here
hanging with my bros.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: Anything strange happening there?</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: Yeah. Any more lightning or freezing spells?</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: It’s all good. (<i>grins</i>) How ‘bout you, darlin’?</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: What?</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: You free to hook up?</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: O.M.G.</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: (<i>holds
up hand</i>) Engaged.</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: So, no knot has been tied yet?</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: (<i>leans
toward Deb</i>) I think he’s avoiding the curse subject.</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: (<i>laughs</i>)
Me too.</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: Nothing to avoid. There is no curse.</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: You just keep telling yourself that.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: So, what about Calista. What happened to her?</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: Oh, she finds her love and has a happy ending.</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: And you?</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: That's a totally different story altogether. You
two put me through the ringer.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: Oh, we’re so sorry about that.</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: No you’re not.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: Okay. So, we’re not.</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: I guess I'll see in the next couple of stories
what you two do to me.</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: Oh, you will.</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: Just so you know, I'm holding out for my own
book.</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: Really?</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: Yeah. Figure it comes down to the count. See who
wins. Me or the old Gypsy.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: Hmm…tough choice.</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: (<i>snickers</i>)
In the meantime, Andy and Calista have quite the story to tell.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: That they do.</div>
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<b>DEBBIE</b>: Well, thanks for talking with us, Ben.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: Yes! It was all very…enlightening. Okay, I
guess we'll be hearing more from you.</div>
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<b>BEN</b>: You bet you will.</div>
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<b>Debbie</b>: (<i>watches Ben leave down the walk</i>)
Damn. How the heck are we gonna make him likeable enough for his own book. I
mean, I know his is the last story, but he’s got some serious learning to do
before he’s ready for that. </div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: Torture. Make him suffer. Eventually, he’ll see
the light.</div>
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<b>Debbie</b>: Umm, he HIT on me!</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: Of course he did! I’m not surprised one bit. I
hope your man knows he’s one lucky guy. <wg></wg></div>
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<b>Debbie</b>: Well, duh. (<i>chuckles</i>)</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: I’m outta coffee. Walk with me, chickie. I’ll
buy you a cupcake or croissant or something.</div>
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<b>Debbie</b>: I’d rather have a daiquiri. We could take one
of those boat rides down the river and talk about the evil ways we can torture
good ol’ Ben. Whip him into shape. I have so many wicked ideas.</div>
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<b>L.J.</b>: What a coincidence. So do I!</div>
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Calista Page always gives her heart to the wrong guy. The
latest one gives her a tattoo before he dumps her to move on to his next
conquest. As she falls apart from yet another failed relationship, her sexy,
steadfast neighbor holds her. Why can’t she find a guy like him?</div>
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“Death is
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broke niece’s heart, she fears the black magic has splashed over to her. Gypsy
mumbo-jumbo or not, Andy’s instincts kick in, but with Death determined to take
Calista’s life at every turn, can Andy unravel the secret of Love and Curses
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<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-size: large;">I was once asked to describe myself in one
sentence. My reply: I’m classy, sassy and a bit smart-assy…or at least I try to
be classy when I must.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; line-height: 200%;">My debut novel <i>No More Wasted Time</i> came to life three years ago after </span><span style="line-height: 200%;">waking
up from a nightmare that my husband had died and I was on a boat in Bora Bora
scattering his ashes in the lagoon. I never dreamed of being a writer. In fact
I’d never written anything, but t</span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; line-height: 200%;">hat tiny fragment of a dream haunted me, building into a story that
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series. If someone would’ve told me four years ago that I was going to write a
Best-selling romance novel, I would’ve told them to stop drinking the water.
Book two in the series, <i>Shayla’s Story,</i>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11974545580641959248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279781489962761496.post-12200087565294604162013-05-20T02:18:00.001-05:002013-05-20T02:18:46.132-05:00Meet Sultry Summers<i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Everyone, please welcome, Sultry Summers to Meet the Author Monday. Welcome, Sultry. Nice to have you here.</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">Thank
you, Becca, for inviting me! </span><span style="line-height: 200%;">Let
me say, nice to meet y’all! Yes, I live in the south, but not as far south as I
use to. Actually, now I live in more the south ‘proper’. That is, in </span><st1:state style="line-height: 200%;" w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">North Carolina</st1:place></st1:state><span style="line-height: 200%;"> up in the
mountains. This is big change from where I grew-up, in Central West Florida,
and lived in East South Florida for 23 years before moving up to the
rainforests of the Smoky Mountains. I’m adjusting to the climate change and I
love it here. It is a great deal greener, more wildlife, and the season change
is dynamic. This is a wonderful place to write, paint, take photographs or do
whatever your heart desires, except possibly surf. Of course, there is
kayaking, and whitewater rafting and that is a real thrill.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 200%;">I’ve
found my imagination takes flight here. Going in so many directions I have
difficulties focusing at times. But since my favorite axiom is </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large; line-height: 200%;">Imagination is the first step of Escapism,</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 200%;">
I guess I’m in the right place. So, come along in one of my adventures I’ve
committed to pen and Escape Into Romance – Dare Imagination with me.</span></div>
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you dare, my last book out is <i>ATLANTIS
VORTEX</i>, this romance is also a dynamic adventure full of intrigue and
action. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Instead
of going back to Atlantis, Jessica Carter, a newly graduated, but experience
archaeologist finds an ancient entrance to that fabled civilization. Her
discovery, eventually, unlocks the mystery of who saved her in a scuba diving
several years earlier. Jessica’s unearthing the entrance comes at a high price.
As she digs further into the strange pyramid she has found, her life becomes
more imperiled. Strangely, the man whose aquamarine eyes sits well ensconced in
her subconscious, yet she cannot fully remember, appears to save her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Xerxes
Kallias, High Lord of Atlantis, now a city-state that thrives under
pressure-domes beneath the </span><st1:place style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;" w:st="on">Atlantic Ocean</st1:place><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">, has
watched Jessica since he saved her. Now she has discovered the ancient entrance
to his realm and poses a high security risk to Atlantis’ discovery. Xerxes must
decide the fate of the woman he has loved from afar. Have her executed, or
bring her to Atlantis. Well that decision is a no brainer. Getting her there
and maintaining the secret existence of Atlantis with a traitor trying to
reveal it from within his ruling council, that’s a different matter. Especially
when this traitor has upper-world contacts and plans on compromising the
protection grid that covers Atlantis from the orbiting satellites and the other
prying eyes of modern technology. Add into this mix, the United States’
Military, a group of crazed Aztecs who believe Jessica is a prophesied
sacrifice to their god Tlaloc, and you got ‘a know, Xerxes has his hands full.
Poor man, this is before Jessica has remembered who he is, and before he gets
her to the safety of Atlantis. This only the beginning. </span><i style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">ATLANTIS VORTEX </i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">isn’t a short story, but a full length novel you
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Next,
due out in June is <i>BLOOD OF THE RUBY
THRONE</i>. Let’s go into outer-space together and to another galley and solar
system. Two neighboring worlds, populated by the same race of people only three
generations apart, but they aren’t on the best of terms. A roving group of
space pirates are approaching their solar system with hopes of conquering both
worlds for their own. Only a marriage between the two worlds of their royalty
can unite them against these invaders.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Romance,
space pirates, spies and murder unfold with a healthy dose of a mysticism, an <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=7279781489962761496" name="_GoBack"></a>empowered sword, and thrones that mysteriously change into
rubies. However, in my books, love does win out – so far.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Site at </span><a href="http://www.sqpens.com/"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">www.sqpens.com</span></a><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Site at </span><a href="http://wwwescapeintoromance-dareimagination.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">http://wwwescapeintoromance-dareimagination.blogspot.com</span></a><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> (note:
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11974545580641959248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279781489962761496.post-67838868798317310722013-05-17T07:21:00.001-05:002013-05-24T13:05:17.005-05:00Sweet Satisfaction with a Giveaway<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sweet-Satisfaction-ebook/dp/B00CY5C4Y4/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1369418642&sr=1-3&keywords=Sweet+Satisfaction" target="_blank">Available Now</a> from the Wild Rose Press Wilder Catalog</span><br />
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Terrified of her submissive nature, Kate Hastings refuses to give a man control of her life. Somehow faking a wild and confident personality scares her less than facing reality -- the heated longing for her sexy best friend and her deep-seated need for domination. Trouble is, none of the passive men she's dated do it for her.</div>
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Victim to a family curse, Connor Wallace can love only one woman his entire life -- Kate. Yet, she insists on keeping him firmly in the friend zone. Determined to prove he's more than friend material, he sets out to fulfill her greatest fantasies, even if it means tying her up to get her attention. </div>
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pressed his lips to her ear. “Think of how much fun you could have with a guy
like Kurt.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">He surely didn’t mean
sexually. Connor had never even made an off color joke around her. His good-guy
mind didn’t run along those lines, but hers unfortunately did. The image of her
and Kurt trying to do it caught her off guard and a laugh burst out before she
could stop it. They wouldn’t even be able to kiss while he was inside her and
mutual oral would definitely be out unless one or both of them were double
jointed, and she sure as hell wasn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“Nothing.” How had she missed
the way his body fit to hers? His groin nestled against her lower belly, and if
she rose to her toes…<i>Shit, knock it off! </i>But
the image of lying with him while she sucked his cock, and his gorgeous mouth
did delicious things to her clit would not fade. Fucking him would be easy,
like he was custom built to pleasure her. A shiver raced up her spine, and she
snuggled closer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">She shook her head but did
not back away from the warm comfort of his chest. His strong arms cradled her,
protective and solid, making her feel safe but needy. The last thought spiraled
through her, triggering unease. The man was dangerous. Controlled and
persuasive with a sense of humor, good qualities for a lawyer, a killer-bad
combination in every other way. He stopped moving, simply holding her until she
lifted her head. “What?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">She hated when guys laughed
at her. It pissed her off. But Connor never seemed to make fun, only enjoy life
in general. Still, she pushed from his embrace and walked off the dance floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial;">No!</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial;"> The man
had too much animal magnetism most days, always restrained but never far from
the surface despite his easy smile. Drinking, eating, or any other <i>ing</i> with her favorite hottie other than
hiking or talking was off limits, and even those had potential hazards. He’d
get ideas she wasn’t strong enough to handle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hi, Krista. Welcome to Meet the Author Monday. I’m happy to
have you join me. Let’s jump right in, shall we? </span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I’m all set and ready, Becca. </span><br />
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yourself fore readers in five words or less?</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">(hmmm…)</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">
</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Dedicated </span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;">mom, wife</b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> and
author!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><o:p>Wow, exactly five. LOL. Okay, a little tougher one. </o:p><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Where
would your perfect vacation home be located? </span></i><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">Well I could think and think on that but
really I haven’t been to a bunch of places that I would love to live for a
while.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">One that my hubby and I return to
every year, just to get away by ourselves is </span><st1:place style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;" w:st="on">Mackinac Island</st1:place><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">
and we’ve talked a few times on what it’d be like to have a home there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;"><i>Mackinac Island sounds gorgeous, Krista. It is on my list to go sometime soon. You define yourself as a wife and mother and your favorite place is based on an area you go to with your darling hubby. So you have to tell us about this man. What makes him the best?</i> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">The
best part about my man is his constant support & love because I tell ya he
puts up with a lot!</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">This is my second
marriage after a really rocky hard first one.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">
</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">We met and fell in love over the internet of all places.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">He has 1 daughter and I have 3 kids and for
sure, it’s not easy going from being a single dad with a 4 year old to being
married with 4 kids.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">He’s been an
absolute trooper AND he lets me be a stay at home mom, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">which also helps my
writing career.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;"><i>Nice. You are a lucky woman. What make writing important to you?</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">Writing
is important to me because it just give me my ‘me’ time to do what I love to
do.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">It gives me an outlet for all those
stories running around in my head.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">I may
never be rich at it but it’s what I love to do.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">In a review written for my
latest release</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;"> from "<a href="http://www.mommysreading.com/2013/03/take-me-home-cowboy-by-krista-ames.html" target="_blank">Not
Now…Mommy’s </a></span><st1:place style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;" w:st="on"><a href="http://www.mommysreading.com/2013/03/take-me-home-cowboy-by-krista-ames.html" target="_blank">Reading</a>"</st1:place><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">
and goes like this… "I have a confession, I read 'Take Me Home Cowboy' about a
month ago. You see, I've had the opportunity to work with Krista Ames on
different projects over the last several months, she's a hard working mommy
just like us, Blu and I really like and respect her. So, as you can imagine I
wanted to do a review of her work justice. Sounds like I didn't like it, right?
Well, let me tell you I loved Take Me Home Cowboy!”</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">read the entire review <a href="http://www.mommysreading.com/2013/03/take-me-home-cowboy-by-krista-ames.html" target="_blank">here</a>… </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>How sweet. Gotta love it when readers have such a positive reaction to your work. However, you're sounding a little too perfect. Tell me something odd about you so I don't feel inadequate. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">One
of the oddest things about me is that I like to square dance ;)</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Ha ha, okay that's unusual in today's world. I can picture you in the swirling skirt - sounds like a blast. An odd thing about me is that I crave old-school foods like pork and kraut and other mundane things over really decadent dishes, but I do love Better Than Sex Cake although I am not sure I agree with that label. Is there anything you would put that label on?</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">I
have heard of Better Than Sex Cake, but if I put that label on something, it
would have to be the spicy crawfish cream sauce my hubby makes from scratch and
puts on baked fish.</span></div>
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<i><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Oh, that sounds yummy. My son would love it. You should sweet talk the recipe out of him for me sometime. But first, brace yourself for a q</span></o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">uick
fire—a fast way to get to know you. Complete the following sentences:</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;"><i>The
person I admire most</i> is my mother.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span></div>
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I had my druthers, I’d druther</i> have a warm climate to live in than the cold one
I currently reside in. </span></div>
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I could change one thing about myself</i>, I would be more patient with my
kids.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;"><i>The
happiest moments in my life</i> were the days each of my children was born.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.25in;"><i>Nine
out of ten times</i>, I don’t go back to bed in the morning after my kids leave.</span></div>
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is too short to settle </i>for second best.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Thanks for stopping in, Krista. It was fun to get to know a bit about you. Readers you can connect with Krista at any of the following places.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://www.kristaames.com/" target="_blank">Website</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://www.apassionforromance.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Blog</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/author-krista-ames" target="_blank">Facebook</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://www.twitter.com/kristaames" target="_blank">Tw</a></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://www.twitter.com/kristaames" target="_blank">itter</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/kristaames" target="_blank">Goodreads</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://www.weekend-writers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Weekend Writers</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ally Kincaid returns to Freewill, <st1:state w:st="on">Wyoming</st1:state>, to see her father after a two year
absence. Anticipating a quiet family reunion, she finds herself butting heads
with her father’s foreman instead. The man’s arrogance and sexy drawl push all
her buttons, making her wonder what he’s hiding beneath his cowboy swagger.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Matt Gentry walked away from the past and shies from the
future. No ties means no one gets hurt…until the boss’s daughter, a hot,
green-eyed blonde, tempts him to break his own rules.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When tragedy strikes, will building tension and pride
destroy their growing attraction or show them the way home?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ally’s attention immediately flew to the newcomer in the
room. How could she not? He was gorgeous. Not that she actually wanted to
notice. Ha! Who was she kidding? His
hair was still damp where it curled slightly at the neckline of his T-shirt.
The short sleeve tee was snug fitting and showed off his pectorals and tanned
arm muscles. He grabbed his plate, made his way around the table, and leaned in
close. Oh, his scent hit her—clean soap and pure male. Good God.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> "Like what you
see, princess?" he murmured. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Startled out of her trance, she stumbled for a quick, snide
comment. "You wish, cowboy," she whispered back, and then turned back
to her daddy, who was already halfway finished with his meal. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She was not about to let anyone see how rattled the
foreman’s presence actually made her. She only hoped she hadn’t already given
her odd interest in him away. Ignore him and he won't be any the wiser. She would be sure to make this trip a short
one, or she would be in trouble. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Jesse cleaned his plate and abruptly stood, placed his
dishes in the sink, and made to leave the room. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Looks like you kids get to do the dishes. I’m off to
my study." Her dad kissed the top of her head and slapped his foreman on
the back, then chuckled as he disappeared through the door. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"That rat!" she said. "He shoveled through
his dinner on purpose." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"No worries, princess. I do the dishes every night
anyway. You can go do whatever it is you do before bed. I’ll take care of the
clean up before I head out to check the horses." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Oh no you don’t. I won’t let you go running to Daddy
tomorrow whining because I didn’t do my share, so I’ll wash. And why are you
calling me ‘princess’?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"It seemed fitting. Would you rather me go back to
ma'am?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"No, I would rather you use my name, thank you." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He only shrugged. He
pushed his place setting aside, rose, and reached for the dessert and plates on
the counter. "Since we'll be
working together, how about some dessert before we get busy?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Decadent: <a href="http://www.decadentpublishing.com/advanced_search_result.php?keywords=take+me+home%2C+cowboy&osCsid=n740fb440ir41l10k8i7fis1d5&button=search">http://www.decadentpublishing.com/advanced_search_result.php?keywords=take+me+home%2C+cowboy&osCsid=n740fb440ir41l10k8i7fis1d5&button=search</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Take-Cowboy-Western-Escape-ebook/dp/B00AA3PA52/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1353466393&sr=8-7&keywords=Krista+Ames">http://www.amazon.com/Take-Cowboy-Western-Escape-ebook/dp/B00AA3PA52/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1353466393&sr=8-7&keywords=Krista+Ames</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">B&N: <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/take-me-home-cowboy-krista-ames/1113823704?ean=2940015728804">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/take-me-home-cowboy-krista-ames/1113823704?ean=2940015728804</a></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11974545580641959248noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279781489962761496.post-72705901353231204982013-04-29T00:30:00.000-05:002013-04-29T00:30:05.694-05:00Kacey Hammell’s Roller-Coaster Writing Reality… <br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hey everyone, please welcome Kacey Hammell to Meet the Author Monday! Kacey, please tell us a little about yourself and your writing.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> </span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 11.35pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Many know I’m a Mom of three – two
teens and one pre-teen – wife, daughter, cattle farmer & sometimes a Jane-of-all-trades
type gal.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But I run a lot deeper than that,
and am open to sharing more about myself, but it’s difficult to be vulnerable.
That’s one of my biggest fears to be honest…being vulnerable. Odd thing to say
for an author, isn’t it, considering many authors are vulnerable with each new
release. And with each new release, the craziness really begins …<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">IMO, waiting to hear from
readers/reviewers about a story is a roller-coaster, and sharing that baby and
exposing oneself up to criticism makes an author vulnerable. I like to think
I’m calm, cool and collected whenever I send a book out for submission or a new
story releases, but to be honest, I feel like I’m standing in front of the
classroom back in high school or a room full of peers expected to make a great
speech—not a situation I’d ever like to find myself in. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I pace a lot. Even when I know
there are going to be no reviews or reader feedback that first day, I still
pace and stalk Amazon, Goodreads and other distributors and drive myself—and my
husband—crazy. And even when I know in the back of mind I’ll find nothing for a
few days at least, then I panic because there are none and think no one likes
the story! Yep, a roller-coaster ride on full throttle. And it’s a vicious
cycle with every new book! But I can’t seem to help myself, it’s like this
self-conscious, paranoid, and nervous-nelly (my Mom’s fave term LOL) takes over
me. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 12pt;">And in reality, bad reviews don’t </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">phase</span><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 12pt;"> me –
again it’s odd – but I stalk bookseller sites for reviews and if I receive one
and it’s not the greatest, I usually laugh it off and move on. I was a reviewer
once, for many years. I understand that every person has their own opinions on
what makes a great story, what works for them and what doesn’t, so for me to
worry over things like that makes me want to pull my hair out. Reviews are
important to our business yes, but for the most part (IMO) they don’t make or
break an author/story. A lot of readers don’t spend time reading reviews –
personally I don’t unless it is an author I’ve never read before and then
again, I pull apart those thoughts/comments a bit in order to decipher what
facts I find important – but most readers consider the blurb/excerpt/cover
before they consider what a reviewer has to say.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All in all, I dislike being so
vulnerable, but it’s the type of business I’m in. I signed up for it, I love it
immensely, but the crazy makes my head spin. Sometimes I wish I drank alcohol
more than 2-3 times a year. Maybe I should find a nice wine, whiskey or tequila
for each new release to indulge in. LOL
Considering I hope to have at least 5-6 more releases this year if all
goes well – that seems a bit much to me. Of course, since I drink so rarely,
2-3 glasses of wine make me giggle… ROFL<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But with all the craziness comes
great satisfaction of a job well done, characters I absolutely love, author
peers who give me a shoulder to lean on every now and again, and a wonderful
group of loyal readers who fill my heart with so much joy I can’t even begin to
describe it exactly. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I’ll just ride the
roller-coaster of crazy and enjoy every minute of it…</span></span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 11.35pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Too funny and too true, Kacey. I am much the same when waiting to hear what readers think. It is a very vulnerable time as I worry and wonder if everyone will love my characters as much as I have grown to. However, with <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sweetest-Salvation-ebook/dp/B00BXU9Q0Q" target="_blank">reviews</a> like this, I don't think you need worry ~</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #0b5394; color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-indent: 0px;">"If you're looking for some erotica that has emotional depth, you'll definitely want to check out the book." </span><span style="background-color: #0b5394; color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;">Carly - Amazon Reader Review:</span><span style="background-color: #0b5394; color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span style="background-color: #0b5394; color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-indent: 0px;">5 Stars</span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;">“Hammell did a masterful job creating a story that was an equal measure of sweet and oh-so-sexy.”</span></i></b><b><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;"> 4 Stars, <a href="http://bookchickwithkick.com/2013/04/09/sweetest-salvation-by-kacey-hammell/">The Book Chick with Kick</a></span></b><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;"><b>Sweetest Salvation</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;">Contemporary Erotic Romance/Light Bondage<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;">Content Warning: Contains Voyeurism, Spanking, Multiple Partners<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;">ISBN: </span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;">978-1-77130-330-9<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;">Available at <b><a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/sweetest-salvation-by-kacey-hammell/">Evernight Publishing</a> / <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BXU9Q0Q">Amazon.com</a></b> (and more links below)<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;">*An Evernight Publishing Editor’s Pick*</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span><b style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;">Excerpt</b><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;"> © Kacey Hammell, 2013</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Mr. Sullivan is waiting for you.
He said you’d know where to go.” He smiled and winked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Cheeks on fire, she gave him a
small nod and walked ahead. She moved into the bar area and looked around. The
place was packed tonight. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">There were a few people she
recognized, but most were new faces. Hunter’s business was certainly thriving. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Bridget caught sight of her and
waved. Andy did the same and turned to the left, down the hall that would take
her to room fourteen and Hunter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Movement caught the corner of her
eye, and she looked to her right. At a table in the far corner, Paige and Nolan
sat with another couple. She missed a step, but gained her balance again. She
hadn’t thought about seeing them again. Paige waved and her husband smiled
bright. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">The couple’s kindness and
understanding arced across the room. Andy smiled and waved back. They’d been
there for her the other night. She’d be forever grateful for it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Reaching the room, she took a deep
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">The room, similar to the one she’d
used the other night, had a warmer feel to it. The fireplace ablaze, the heat
of it welcomed her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Andy’s gaze swept the room.
Furnished with a full living room set, she loved the royal purple and black
colors of the furniture and curtains than anything else. This room conveyed
privacy and self-indulgence. Her heart rate increased just thinking of all that
might have been done in this room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">It was made for sex. Especially
with a glass display case that took up the most of wall. Inside were dildos,
anal plugs, collars, floggers, cock rings and more toys of pleasure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Andy’s gaze landed on Hunter where
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Hi, sweetheart.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Her gaze narrowed on his and she
shut the door behind her. “Don’t you sweetheart me, Hunter. And get that look
off your face.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">“What look?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">“That self-righteous look. I might
be here, but not for the reasons you think.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Then why are you here?” he questioned,
his gaze unwavering.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I wanted to tell you in person
that your idea isn’t going to happen. We’ve been… friends too long. You’re
Patrick’s best friend. It’s all kinds of wrong.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">He leaned forward, arms resting on
his powerful thighs. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 8.5pt;">His red t-shirt molded his
shoulders and the cuffs of the arms looked snug around his biceps. Damn him for
being in such great shape.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">She shivered, nipples tightening.
She needed to get away from him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">“There, I’ve said all I have to
say. Goodbye,” she muttered, and turned back toward the door. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Hunter was quickly behind her,
arms encasing her as his palms pressed against the door and preventing her
retreat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">His breath was warm against her
ear. Andy wished she’d left her hair down. At least she wouldn’t be able to
feel his breath on her neck. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">A shudder ran through her. “Let me
out, Hunter. I need to leave.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Why? You were so desperate to
remain a member and be here the other night. I’m simply offering a safer
solution. Me instead of strangers,” he rasped against her ear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I don’t have to worry about much
with strangers. At least they aren’t people I have to see after the sex is
over.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Hunter pressed in closer behind
her, which pushed her farther against the door. She’d always been
claustrophobic. And right now, being caged in by this man, made it even harder
to breathe than if she was locked in a closet. His chest was firm against her,
his mouth against her ear, and his hoarse voice soft.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Her thighs rubbed together and her
clit chafed against her thong. The string along her ass was snug. All she had
to do was turn around and take what he offered. She wanted a cock inside her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Dear lord, this was Hunter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Could she step over the invisible
line and take what he offered?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">He was attractive, always had been
to her. Hell, she’d only been married, not dead. She appreciated a gorgeous man
when she saw him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Hunter always treated with her
respect and friendship. She didn’t know how much he dated but had heard women
at the club mention his prowess in the bedroom. He could probably give her
everything she needed. There would be a sense of safety with him at least. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">And her body’s reaction to him
today, while surprising, knew what it wanted. While she was sure it was a bad
idea for them to journey down this path, she was overwhelmed by the sudden
realization that not just any cock would do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">She wanted Hunter. Wanted only him
inside her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Her breath hitched and her lungs
filled, making it hard to breathe. No, she didn`t have the courage to give into
this man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">She needed to get out of this room
and away from him. Grabbing the doorknob once more, Andy yanked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Hunter’s palms never moved from
the door, but in her hasty movements, his chest aligned tighter against her
back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Pressed against the door, she
turned her head, her right cheek resting on it as her breasts pushed against
her bra. The hard surface scraped against her clothing, which abraded her
nipples. The urge to purr and rub against the wood was overwhelming. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Hunter’s body pressed against her;
the cock cradling her ass told her that he was just as affected as she. His
length was hard, solid. His hips dipped and shoved against the crack of her
ass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Andy,” he whispered in her ear. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">Her eyes opened when she realized
her hips moved against his. Her pussy quivered and her stomach clenched. There
was no sense in fighting a losing battle. She wanted him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">After the deaths of her husband
and child, tragedies that she blames herself for, Andrea “Andy” Sheaver has
shut herself off from the world. The only place she finds any relief from her
shattered heart is Club Splendor, where she and her husband often frequented
together. There, Andy submits to pleasure and pain in situations so her
grief is forgotten for a little while.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt;">But Hunter Sullivan won’t stand
idly by and watch Andy self-destruct. A friend of her husband, and the owner of
Club Splendor, Hunter has kept his love for Andy hidden for years. He refuses
to think of her at the club, cold and detached as she’s become, looking for an
easy fix to take away the pain in her heart. Hunter wants her to vibrant
in life again and sets out to prove he is exactly who she needs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Today Meet the Author Monday introduces Georgie Lee. </span></div>
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<span class="style1"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A dedicated history and film buff, Georgie Lee loves combining her
passion for Hollywood, history and storytelling through romantic fiction. She
began writing professionally at a small TV station in San Diego before moving
to Los Angeles to work in the interesting but strange world of the
entertainment industry. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="style1"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Her traditional Regency, <i>Lady’s
Wager</i> and her contemporary novella <i>Rock
‘n’ Roll Reunion</i> are both available from Ellora’s Cave Blush. <i>Labor Relations</i>, a contemporary romance
of Hollywood is currently available from Montlake Romance. <i>Mask of the Gladiator</i>, a novella of ancient Rome is now available
from Carina Press. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="style1"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When not writing, Georgie enjoys reading non-fiction history and watching
any movie with a costume and an accent. Please visit </span></span><a href="http://www.georgie-lee.com/"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">www.georgie-lee.com</span></a><span class="style1"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> for more
information about Georgie and her novels.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b>BOOK BLURB<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Studio Relations<o:p></o:p></div>
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Studio Relations by Georgie Lee<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Vivien Howard hasn’t
forgiven Weston Holmes for almost derailing her career five years ago. Female
directors in 1930s <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Hollywood</st1:place></st1:city>
are few and far between, and a man who coasts by on his good looks and family
connections can’t possibly appreciate what it took for her to get to where she
is. But when the studio head puts Weston in charge of overseeing Vivien’s
ambitious Civil War film, she realizes she has a choice: make nice with her
charismatic new boss or watch a replacement director destroy her dream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Weston Holmes doesn’t know
much about making movies, but he knows plenty about money. And thanks to the
Depression, ticket sales are dangerously low. The studio can’t afford a flop—or
bad press, which is exactly what threatens to unfold when an innocent encounter
between Weston and Vivien is misconstrued by the gossip rags. The only
solution? A marriage of convenience that will force the bickering duo into an
unlikely alliance—and guide them to their own happy <st1:place w:st="on">Hollywood</st1:place>
ending.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Vivien Howard marched into Earl Holmes’s office and threw
the script on his desk. “<i>Storm of the South</i>. This is it. This is the
picture I want to direct next.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Earl picked up the script and flipped through it, unfazed. “The
Civil War? It’s been done, and badly.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Not the way I’m going to do it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I read the script a couple of months back. It’s a war movie.
A woman can’t direct a war movie.” He tossed the script onto his large mahogany
desk and leaned back in his leather chair, his hands clasped over his round
belly, his graying eyebrows knitted as his eyes bored into her. Earl’s imposing
attitude would have cowed a lesser director, but Vivien had played this game
too many times with the old studio head to be scared off now. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s a love story set during a war.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“The Civil War.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I know exactly how I’m going to shoot it.” She sat down on
Earl’s plush leather sofa, pushing back her shoulder- length curly brown hair.
She crossed her legs, thankful Miss Hepburn’s popularity had made wearing
trousers respectable. Even if the Women’s Decency League proclaimed pants the
ruin of womankind, Vivien preferred them to skirts and always made sure they
were femininely tailored to complement her dark hair and eyes. Being one of
only a few female directors in Hollywood, she played a man’s game, but she was
always careful to remain a lady. Her career depended on this tightrope walk.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Earl leaned back in his chair and studied her. She knew he
was intrigued, but she also knew he hated to let directors think they were
getting their way, even if they were.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“The boys in New York won’t like the idea of a woman directing
a war movie,” he replied, selecting a cigar from the humidor on his desk.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“If you pitch it right, they’ll love this project.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“But I’ve got to love it first.” He clipped off the end of the
cigar and placed it between his lips. Vivien picked up the large silver lighter
from his desk, popped open the cap, sparked the flame, and held it out to him
across the desk.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You love the money my films make. You also love how good my
successful films make you look to the boys in New York.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Earl leaned forward and lit his cigar, then sat back in his
chair, slowly drawing in the smoke. Vivien knew she had him. She smiled,
waiting for him to make the next move.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Who’d you have in mind for the lead?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Peter Davies. He’s perfect.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“He’s a supporting actor. You need a leading man with box
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Vivien perched on the edge of his desk. “Peter has leading man
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“And the fact that you two are dating?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Has nothing to do with it.” Vivien was on shaky ground, and
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“The boys in New York are going to insist on a big star, especially
when they get wind that I’m letting you direct a war movie,” Earl protested.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Vivien fixed him with a serious look. “It’s a love story, and
you know it. It’s also the best script to come across my desk in years, and I’m
the best director to do it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“We still need a star to headline it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Earl chewed on the end of his cigar, eyeing her. “Fine. You
can do it. Start tomorrow.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’ll start today.” Vivien jumped to her feet. She’d been planning
the film on the sly for weeks and relished the chance to finally work on it out
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Earl shook his head, snatching the black phone off the receiver.
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Vivien smiled over her shoulder as she made her way to the
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“Don’t make me regret this, Vivien,” Earl called out after
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“You won’t, I promise.” She winked, then slipped out the
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<span style="text-indent: 0in;">It's Monday and you all know what that means! It's meet the author Monday. Today Cate Masters shares her latest release with us. Please make her feel welcome. Cate...take it away!</span><br />
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<span style="text-indent: 0in;">Every girl remembers her first love.
One mention of the guy’s name can ignite vivid memories. He might be the one to
whom she compares every other guy, and most pale in comparison. He was the one
who shared all those “firsts” with her, all those intimate moments made all the
more special because she’d never tried anything like it before. Never wanted to
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If you’re like me, you were lucky
enough to keep your first love. My hubby and I celebrated thirty five years
together last fall. We dated for six months, but we knew the first week, I
think, that this was The Big One. Now our three kids are grown, and we’re
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Life rarely follows the path we lay
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In Homecoming, I wove in another
element – returning home, another theme I love. My hero and heroine, Nick and
Jennie, are both a bit damaged, and reluctant to trust their own hearts. Until
they find each other again, that is. Then their hearts tell them what they
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Her abusive husband finally out of
her life, Jennie Mayfair arrives in her hometown to rekindle old friendships
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make her feel loved, and a surprise invitation from Madame Eve seems to be
exactly what she ordered. She never expects her wish list to be filled to such
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Nick Spencer’s business success
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keep other men warm – in his own bed. When he learns his first love, Jennie, is
single again, he arranges for a blind date. One night with her convinces him
he’s missed too many years of happiness. He doesn’t intend to let her get away
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Cate Masters has made beautiful central <st1:state w:st="on">Pennsylvania</st1:state>
her home, but she’ll always be a <st1:place w:st="on">Jersey</st1:place> girl
at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in her
lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal
stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company. Look for her at her <a href="http://catemasters.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">blog</a> and
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<a href="http://decadentpublishing.blogspot.com/2013/04/theres-something-about-that-guy.html?spref=bl">Daily Dose of Decadence: There’s something about That Guy!</a>: You know the one. We’ve all met him at least once in our lives...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11974545580641959248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279781489962761496.post-36146760298670240022013-04-01T00:30:00.000-05:002013-04-01T00:30:01.056-05:00Meet Stephanie Beck <br />
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the floor the night before, naked. Pretty sure I died, but somehow recovered to
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with ice cream cake from the store, a gift card and not inviting anyone over.
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She's been writing since she was fifteen. Her first novel, "Love on the Mats" was a graphic heartwarming tale of a wrestler and a cutie coed which was lovingly edited by the c-squad basketball team on the long bus rides throughout the season. They were all sure it would be published, and it still has a home in a folder...somewhere.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jenn'a love of basketball and travel lead her to Greece, but only one man could keep her coming back. After sharing sexy summers with distinguished businessman Dorian Logos, Jenn returns for a seventh with more emotional baggage than she'd like, but her feelings for Dorian push her out of her comfort zone. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hi Becca! Thanks for hosting me today.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">The <s>Torture</s> Art of
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A first book is mind-boggling in and of itself. So many
questions, even more answers. Beware--when you ask a question--be prepared to
be literally flooded with responses! It’s wonderful, exhilarating, and daunting,
how many have already been where you are, and are very willing to help a
newbie. I was in tears with appreciation at times. I wouldn’t have made it
through those two months without all my new friends!</div>
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But you have to be careful how much of that advice, or which
part of it, you choose to take advantage of. Remember--no matter how valuable
or inspiring all the advice is--not all is for you or your book, as much as you
tweak and try to make it fit. It’s like Cinderella’s stepsisters. The shoe was
intended and designed for one person. Both sisters wanted to wear that
treasured glass slipper, but it wasn’t a good fit for them and look what
happened.</div>
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Advice is like that. Take what does fit and run with it!
Just be prepared to share it with a newbie in your future who can wear it too.
It’s not ours to keep and hog, but to share and spread around. Someone,
someday, will find it fits them too.</div>
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When Home released I jumped in so far over my head I
actually had to cancel blog dates. That’s not good. It was great that the hosts
I had to cancel on were so very understanding, though. They all said no problem
and wished me luck…which, I might add, I needed desperately.</div>
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<b>Who needs
self-inflicted brain damage? <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Yet we all throw ourselves into the fray head first, not
thinking how that endeavor could end. How are we supposed to know? We already,
many of us, spend from dawn to dusk, or well beyond, on the computer. What’s a
few more sites to visit? A few more minutes a day will put us and the book we
are so proud of out there for others to see, hopefully, to buy.</div>
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<b>Oy-- that frame of
mind nearly did me in two years ago. A few more minutes??<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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I got my release date the first week of October and by the
end of three days later I had over 20 blog guest spots offered. By the next
week I had close to thirty and began scheduling them around December 28<sup>th</sup>--release
day.</div>
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I knew I didn’t want to begin too far before release day.
I’d been advised people would get used to seeing my book out there so far ahead
of the release date that by the time my book actually became available everyone
would have already forgotten about it. That scared me into waiting until two
weeks prior to the date Wild Rose Press put it out for all to buy. I think I
scheduled about eight dates in that pre-sale period. Not so bad.</div>
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Starting on the actual release date, though, I booked every single
day for a week straight, two days I scheduled myself at two blogs at once. That
week from hell taught me a huge lesson. Never book two in one day and rarely,
or never, one a day for more than two or three days in a row! By the end of
that week, I hadn’t even reached the half way mark of my tour, I was ready to
be finished. I couldn’t because I had already committed to another month! Yeah,
every other day and twice on a few. Not
only that, I found myself on more than one occasion, writing a post for the
next day because I’d fallen so far behind I couldn’t keep up with all the dates
I’d booked. In addition -I was editing for a different publisher then, and
so, had work, family and all other kinds of things I had to do around blog
posts that didn’t have to do with writing.</div>
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Risk Factors released from Lyrical Press on March 4<sup>th</sup>.
I laid out my plans, collected my guest spots, two months before and began
writing posts and responding to interviews a month before the date of release.
I’m still behind, but now, at least I have three or four days to a week to
catch up between posts. I’m mostly two or more posts ahead at all times even. I
strategically scheduled my guest spots every other day and some with two or
three days between, none on weekends, so I can catch up with my other blogging,
editing and writing obligations--and still keep everything on track. And that
doesn’t count all the other forms of promotion, all those pesky hoops we have
to jump through, just to get our book out there, so we can <i>hope</i> to make a few sales.</div>
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I haven’t got it ironed perfectly wrinkle-free this time
either, but I’m a lot less stressed and have time to breathe. I’m getting
closer to getting this self-promotion stuff down, I think. But I doubt any
writer will ever be able to really market a perfect plan. There’s just no such
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*Schedule only as many blog dates as you can manage without
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*Don’t forget your blog dates! (Yes, I’ve done that…Monday,
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*You spend a ridiculous amount of time begging people to
visit you on those blogs, pleading for company, so you aren’t commenting only
to find you’re the only one replying to yourself…take a few minutes every
couple of hours (if not more often) to reply to those who have heard your
blood-soaked pleas for company. I can’t stress how important this is! Why will
they follow you to your next blog post if you don’t even acknowledge them at
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*Let everyone know you are on tour. Don’t use Facebook,
Twitter, Goodreads, G+, or any of those other social media venues? Start…right
now. Get your face and your book out there. No one sells out of a closet only
they have the key to! Open that door wide and begin yodeling. Loud. Louder,
Heidi!</div>
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*Do you have a website? Blog? I know there are some who
don’t think they need one, but in all honesty--that’s how I began getting my
name and writer self out in the cyber world. It’s my comfort zone, where I
share without feeling like I’m being pushy and crude. It’s the one place that
can be all about me and no one thinks it’s wrong. </div>
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I began blogging at least five years before I sold my first
book. By the time I did sell, I had a good following and support base to help
me with this promotion gig. I was in a ‘club’ with other struggling writers who
understood, who cheered me on when I sold. I gained this support system through
my blog mostly. But that’s another blog post.</div>
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*I know a lot of writers who swear by swag. I don’t have any
yet, but it’s a financial thing for me. I will have some soon. Bookmarks, cover
cards, QR codes, pens, etc. They are great contest and gift items and each one
helps you and your book be seen in a wide arena other than family and friends
or internet. </div>
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I got a swag pack from a publisher contest editor, sent all
the way from <st1:country-region w:st="on">Canada</st1:country-region>.
I won another contest and got the most beautiful cup with LaVerne Clark’s book
cover on it and full of scrumptious chocolates…sent from <st1:country-region w:st="on">Australia</st1:country-region>. I
won another cup from Sarah Grimm for her After Midnight contest, with a music
note thing I made into a key ring.</div>
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Guess what? I join contests because I won such fun ones in
the past. I hope my contest will be as fun for all of you who comment today.</div>
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Bottom line? It’s like the old saying: You can lead a horse
to water, but you can’t make him drink. Believe me, I’ve tried. You can’t. Not
that I think readers are horses! Just that you can put your book out there all
day long, but in the end the thirsty are the only ones who will buy your book,
and only when they have been stimulated to do so.</div>
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To help you want to win my contest I’m also awarding one
host with the same packages I’m offering each commenter. A signature Rose Rock
or Gift Card and an eBook of Risk Factors along with some fun swag. Thank you
all for taking a moment from your uber busy day to stop in and say hi. And
seriously, that all it takes for you to be entered and help a host win too.</div>
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I’ve enjoyed visiting you Becca. Thanks for letting me take
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>RISK FACTORS-
available March 4, 2013</i></span></h2>
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<i>Love, like life, is not without risk.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<b>BLURB- </b>Veterinarian
Vivian Dane has purchased her uncle’s practice in the tiny town of Wales, <span style="line-height: 150%;">Missouri, where most residents still doubt her ability to
treat their pets. But Viv is used to being </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">considered less-worthy than her predecessors. After all,
her parents are world-renowned wildlife </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">vets, and most everyone is unimpressed she’s chosen to not
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Now Connor, a patient’s owner, is hot for Viv, but clearly doesn’t think she’s dating material <span style="line-height: 150%;">because he has a daughter…who he believes no woman is good
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Being a perfect dad is EMT paramedic Connor’s life focus.
He can’t seem to stay away <span style="line-height: 150%;">from sexy Doctor Viv, but attraction is as far as he’ll
ever let it go. His mother abandoned him, </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">leaving him to be raised in the foster system, and then
his wife abandoned both him and their </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">daughter. He absolutely will not risk bringing another
woman into his little girl’s life and having </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">her feel the hurt of being left…again.</span></div>
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Forfeiting is easier than attempting and failing. So why
does Viv feel compelled to prove <span style="line-height: 150%;">she’s a sure bet for Connor and his daughter? Can Connor
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It was close to five o’clock and Viv wanted to go home.
Winter hadn’t reached the Midwest yet, but from September through October the
temperatures often dipped and dove sporadically, before diving for the long
winter ahead. There’d been a slight chill in the air that morning and she hoped
for a few more weeks of warmth before harsh weather moved in.</div>
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She looked forward to a hot soak in the bathtub, but
Skittles was due for pick-up first. Connor had assured her he’d pick her up, or
have his father get her before five. She glanced at her watch again.
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She didn’t mind staying late if she needed to; it would be a
shame to leave the nervous animal alone another night.</div>
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“Hello.”</div>
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With a start, she spun and her hand caught the broom handle
on her way around. Gasping, she grabbed uselessly, horrified as the cleaning
tool flew sideways from the closet. In slow motion she saw it shoot out against
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“Oh! I’m so--so sorry! Are you hurt?” Instant heat rushed up
her neck and she bent to reclaim the errant broom to shove into the closet. She
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“I’m fine. You worried your killer broom might attack again?
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11974545580641959248noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279781489962761496.post-82274608999707505722013-03-18T00:30:00.000-05:002013-03-31T18:45:29.700-05:00Meet Kate RichardsToday I'm pleased to introduce readers to the dynamic Kate Richards. Kate was one of the first authors/editors I became friends with as I started on this crazy journey. She was kind enough to host Valarie Mann and I during RT/LA, never fails to offer a sounding board or title help, and has become an invaluable asset in my life.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kate Richards has wanted to be an author for a very long
time, but only found time to begin about four years ago. She is an editor, an author,
a pet owner, and a wife. Not necessarily in that order. Kate divides her time
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for the pleasure of meeting readers, which she considers to be one of the best
benefits to the job. She hopes to one day have the opportunity to travel to
Tahiti for a book signing or maybe Ireland. She has also been known to conduct
the occasional workshop on author/writing related topics.</span></span><br />
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hiking but finds that she spends so many hours a day lost in her characters,
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Doctorate in hand, Jane Ann
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Determined to waste no time,
Jane searches for a shortcut and discovers the 1Night Stand dating service. A
single night with a Dr. Gerard, geologist…and she can go home and get on with
her fascinating study of world weather trends. The only question is whether to
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may rattle the Western half of the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">United States</st1:place></st1:country-region> in the near future.
In preparation, he has converted an abandoned gold mine to a secret bunker,
loaded with supplies and all the comforts of home. Only thing he needs is
company in his hideaway. Unsure how to find the right companion, he turns to
1Night Stand, but neither he nor Jane are prepared for the sudden impact of one
of Madame Eve’s connections. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">“Does Madame Eve know the location of your secret place?” Out there
in the dark, with the sprinkle of stars to light the black velvet night, the
reality of proceeding blindfolded into the desert with a stranger, no matter
how attractive, seemed dangerous. If the answer was no, she would ask him to
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<span lang="X-NONE">“Yes,” he said, in a low voice. “She insisted.” When she still
clutched his arm, he smiled. “I understand caution, let me show you something.”
Lukas reached over her to the center console. So close, his warmth and the
clean scent of soap went to her head. <i>Hang
on, Jane. Even if he is the cutest guy you’ve ever met, and smells so good.</i></span></div>
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the safety of my clients is paramount, yours as well as Ms. Summers. Thank you
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<span lang="X-NONE">“Okay?” His fingers rested on her collarbones, inches from her
breasts. Her eyes strained, but the several folds prevented the least bit of
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">A country girl born and
bred, Dawn Luedecke has spent most of her life surrounded by horses, country
folk, and the wild terrain of </span><st1:state style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;" w:st="on">Nevada</st1:state><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">, </span><st1:state style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;" w:st="on">Idaho</st1:state><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> and </span><st1:state style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;" w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Montana</st1:place></st1:state><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">.
As a child she would spend many afternoons reading books, watching western
classics, and </span><st1:city style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;" w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rogers</st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">
and Hammerstein movies. When she grew up she decided to leave the quiet country
life for a chance to find adventure by serving a successful tour in the United
States Coast Guard. During that time she found her soul mate (and alpha male)
and started a family and writing career. She enjoys writing historical and
paranormal romance and spends as much time as she can working on her current
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<b>Hi, Dawn. Welcome to Meet the Author Monday. I</b><b><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">’</span></b><b>m
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<b>I heard you were in the Coast Guard. That had to be a life changing
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The time I was on active duty was the best in my life. I crave
adventure and action, and the Coast Guard gave it to me. I was able to do
things like stand guard for a president and presidential candidate, work with
elite military forces, repatriate illegal aliens, and was involved in a very
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My time taught me very important lessons and gave me life
experiences I will never forget. I’m lucky to still be attached to the Coast
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<b>Wow! How cool and exciting. I assume the Coast Guard kept
you in the States but if you could make your home anywhere in the world, where
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<st1:state w:st="on">Montana</st1:state>. Although I'm originally from
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My
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camp, when he isn't being a DI, he is a law enforcement agent and does search
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Alpha! Having
the husband I do, and with all of his friends, I am surrounded by alpha males. They
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<b>Why do you write?<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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I
received the <span class="yiv78943688mark">CTRR</span> (Coffee Time <span class="yiv78943688mark">Reviewer's</span> Recommend Award) from a reviewer at
<a href="http://coffeetimeromance.com/CoffeeThoughts/to-tame-a-montana-heart-the-montana-girl-series-by-dawn-luedecke/" target="_blank">Coffee Time Romance</a>. Here is part of the initial five-cup review:</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">To Tame a Montana Heart is an engaging read. This reader was
immediately drawn in from the beginning. The strong character of Travis, and
the sassiness of Dusty, blends in with some interesting dialogue that spins a
splendid good read. Dawn Luedecke adds just the right amount of zest within her
main characters, and secondary characters to create a convincing story of love
and romance, along with action, thrills and downright good charm. She
incorporates a western romance that is hard to put down, with a cast of
colorful players that one will not soon forget.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b>Very Nice. Readers should know that your characters are often</b><b><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">…</span><o:p></o:p></b></div>
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The
heroines in my Montana Girl series are my sisters. I found that each of my
siblings holds a unique characteristic that makes them the perfect heroine, my
family is quirky and make for a great read.<o:p></o:p></div>
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inspiration. How would you define yourself as a person/writer?<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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I love to
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When I want to relax, I watch crime shows.</div>
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I secretly want to be a scientist.</div>
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<b>A scientist? That's certainly different from being an author.
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favorite treat is<span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">…</span>tootsie rolls.</div>
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most amazing gift<span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">…</span>is a good book.</div>
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work. <o:p></o:p></b><b>Readers don't forget to leave a comment for a chance to win an eBook courtesy of Dawn. </b><b> </b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.dawnluedecke.com/" target="_blank">Website</a></span></b></div>
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the Triple D Ranch. She can do anything a man can, and do it better, so she
certainly doesn’t need one in her life. The only problem is she seems to
attract bad luck and danger...and Travis. Can he tame her wild ways and keep
his bachelor status intact — or does he risk losing his heart?</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">She watched him with care. “I don’t know if I love you. I like you, a
lot, but I don’t have the slightest idea what love feels like.”</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Travis’ smile grew
slowly across his face. “I understand. I’m not sure if I love you or not, but I
also don’t think I could live without you. So you will always have that.” His
voice was almost a whisper when he said the last.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Truly?” Her voice
cracked and she had to force herself to breathe easy.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Truly.”</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">She inclined her head
and took two brisk steps toward him. She leaned over and kissed him with all
the fever of a thousand fires. He reached up and intertwined his hand through
her hair to hold her still as he plundered her mouth.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">She released him with a
shaky breath and jumped back to turn on her heels. “Put something nice on. I’ll
be back with a preacher man.” </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">“You know, I heard you
only have to say ‘I marry you’ three times and then you’re hitched.”</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">She threw him a sassy
look and slammed the door shut.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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