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Let it go.

About 2 years ago I joined Facebook. I know I was late to the game, but that was because I'd heard what a time-suck it could be, and I didn't really need any more of those in my life. THen I gave in and joined. I'm glad I did because I've been able to get in touch with, and keep in touch with friends and family from all over the world. However, I reconnected with one friend from high school, and it started an onslaught I'm not loving.

You see, I left town right after high school graduation, and never went back. That was 24 years ago. In high school I was one of those people was friendly with everyone, I liked to talk. That said, I only had a handful of people I truly considered friends. I enjoyed reconnecting with that handful again, but I'm not interested in reconnecting or "friending" the other 50 people that have suddenly decided they want to know where I've been for twenty-some years. So I haven;t been accepting their friend requests. *blush*

Even worse, one of the girls who was a "best friend" in school was coming to the city where I live and wanted to make plans to meet up and hang out. Her request shook me a bit, because when I really thought about it, I had no interest in seeing her either. Part of it is because when I left town, no one tried to keep in touch with me then. No one cared, even when I tried to stay in touch. So why should I care now?

Another part is that after talking to her, and a couple of the others, on Facebook I realized that we have nothing but high school in common. All three of my close friend got pregnant right out of high school. They are all married , or have been married, and have several kids. That kind of life is great, for those who wanted it. But I never did, and I really don't have any interest in learning more about it now. I let the past go a long time ago, and don't really have any interest in resurrecting it. Is that bad of me? Does my not wanting to see them make me a bad person…. or simply a person who's moved on?

I feel a storyline coming on….;)

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WOTWS

Some friends and I got together to build a co-op to help promote our self-published titles. The goal here is to brand our books in a way that readers will be able to know that they can depend on professional quality stories, no matter that they are self published. May is launch month for us… and the first release if from Charlene Teglia…so check this out and Walk On The Wild Side with me and my friends!

From the jungles of South America to a big city high-rise, where there's trouble, you'll find…MEN OF ACTION.

Shoot to Thrill

Gabriel Everest had a simple plan; infiltrate, attack, exfiltrate. Unfortunately, he encountered a major complication in Dr. Miranda Gray. Blowing the target would have to wait until he could rescue the hostage, but saving the girl and getting away without alerting the opposition is harder than it sounds when she's determined to take direct action of her own.

Third Time's the Charm

Loving a cop isn't easy. Faced with an emotional distance their physical attraction couldn't bridge, Lynn Taylor walked away. Twice. But Nick Logan isn't ready to let her go. When an elevator mishap leaves them trapped together in the dark, can two lovers find a way to make the third time the charm?

10,000 words

Originally published in The Mammoth Book of Special Ops Romance and Passion: Erotic Romance for Women, these stories have been revised and expanded for this ebook edition.

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Excerpt …

Gabe was used to the truism that no plan survives contact with the enemy. But no plan surviving contact with a hostage, that was new.

"Houston, we have a problem," he transmitted. He uploaded the digital photo he'd snapped of the slender dark-eyed, light-haired woman who wasn't supposed to be there and waited for identification.

It didn't take long for the satellite uplink to give him what he needed. Name, Dr. Miranda Gray. Missing from an international volunteer relief organization for a month. The doctor specialized in nasty viruses. If she'd been grabbed for her expertise that would explain her presence at his target, a suspected bioterrorism site held by a radical terrorist group deep in Central America.

He didn't have to wonder if she'd cooperated. The way she'd rendered her guard unconscious said it all. Dr. Gray had an interesting bedside manner. The guard outweighed her by probably eighty pounds and had the advantage of both reach and height on her. Her knowledge of anatomy more than compensated.

"You're not supposed to take on the bad guys," Gabe muttered, more to himself than to the woman he had under surveillance. "That's my job." More specifically, his current job was to destroy the target. The doctor's presence threw a very large monkey wrench into the works. He'd have to extract her first, get them both a safe distance away before triggering detonation, and do it all without alerting unfriendlies to his presence.

Gabe was running through possible approaches when the doctor's actions demanded his full attention. What was she doing? Moving at high speed, almost frantic but with hands that stayed rock steady, measuring out and mixing something that appeared to be charcoal and…

"Tell me that isn't what I think it is." Was she insane? If that was black powder, stirring it wrong could blow her sky high. He hoped to God she wouldn't sneeze.

Conclusion; Dr. Gray knew exactly what her captors had in mind, and was hell-bent on stopping them. Getting out alive didn't appear to be part of her plan, either. Then again, the very careful way she mixed the ingredients told him she wasn't suicidal. Just desperate and determined.

Gabe abandoned planning and went into motion.

***

Miranda focused on the task at hand with fierce concentration. It was just lab work. She was used to that. She had to be precise and careful, follow protocol. The rules were the rules, whether you were dealing with vaccine samples or blood work. Or mixing gunpowder a step ahead of the goons who had everything they needed now and didn't need her anymore.

She'd been safe as long as they needed her. She wasn't safe now. As the days slipped past, she'd given up the slim hope she'd clung to that some embassy official or reporter or hell, former coworker, was campaigning for her rescue.

She'd probably been given up for dead. She might be dead before the night ended, but it'd be on her terms.

Her terms did not include surviving just so she could live with the guilt of countless deaths on her conscience. Deaths she could prevent if she was fast enough, strong enough, brave enough.Careful enough.

Monks had killed themselves mixing gunpowder when it was done by hand like this. If she blew herself up before she finished her task, it'd be for nothing. So she was going to be very, very careful.

A noise behind her made her body freeze while her heart accelerated and her mind raced ahead. Somebody was suspicious, coming to check on her, maybe coming to get some entertainment out of her before killing her. Rage instead of fear nearly choked her. She wasn't done, the bastards weren't going to win, not when she was so close. Fire was all she needed. The powder would make sure all the samples were destroyed before the fire could be put out, but she could start the fire now and hope for the best if it was all she had time for.

"Please don't drop that," an American male voice said behind her. There was a trace of the south in it, a hint of Texas. "Don't be afraid. I didn't mean to scare you. My name is Gabriel Everest and I'm here to rescue you."

He didn't move again and Miranda realized he was waiting for her to make the next move. Probably he could smell the acrid gunpowder over the must and metal and antiseptic odors that permeated the lab and didn't want to startle her into doing something they'd both regret.

"I'm not finished," she said without turning around. Having him behind her made her want to draw her shoulders in as if she could make herself a smaller target, but stopping might mean not finishing. She was going to finish this.

"That's okay," Gabriel said, keeping his voice calm and level, soothing. "It's okay to just let it go, gently, and step back. I'm here. I'll help you."

"You can help me start the fire," Miranda said and finished her job. Then she began to pour the powder around the lab, concentrating on the samples stored away in their sealed cases. She didn't look at Gabriel. He wasn't trying to stop her, so he wasn't important right now. Looking would mean taking her eyes off the task, breaking focus. You didn't break focus in the middle of an operation. People died if you did that. People would die if she didn't burn it all.

"Dr. Gray. Miranda," Gabriel said. "Can I call you Miranda?"

"If I'm alive an hour from now, you can call me anything you want to," Miranda said absently. But her full name sunk in. He knew who she was. None of them knew; they just called her la doctora. And sometimes la perra. "You really are here to rescue me."

"And to make sure the biologicals here don't get used as weapons."

"That would be smart," Miranda said. "The fire has to get all of it." She turned to look at him for the first time, and was glad she'd waited. The impact of him rocked her back on her heels. Not just the visuals, but the way he filled the room with his presence. An air of command and an undercurrent of something waiting to be unleashed.

Since the total effect of the man overwhelmed her, Miranda broke it down into separate pieces. She noted the square jaw, the watchful gray eyes, the dark hair worn in a crew cut that looked regulation. Broad shoulders. Fatigues designed to help camouflage him in this jungle setting and did nothing to disguise the powerful body they covered. Hands that looked very capable gripped a weapon she couldn't begin to identify, but it looked lethal and probably had a loud bang.

They sent GI Joe to rescue Dr. Barbie, Miranda thought. She hoped he had his Jeep handy. Or some kind of getaway machine.

And there's already a review from Carol Brown: "I loved this set of two erotic romance novellas. I had read the version in the Passion anthology (it was my favorite in that book), but had not read the one in the Mammoth Book of Special Ops Romance and was happy that the story I had read was expanded and loved the special ops story. The premise of the two stories are familiar, but Charlene Teglia's execution make them well worth the read." Thanks, Carol!

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WIP: ONE CHOICE

This is the opening scene of ONE CHOICE, the sequel to ONE WEEKEND… What do you think?

Instinct had me opening my eyes at exactly the right moment.

Emerging from the oceans waves and coming my way was one of the hottest men I'd ever seen. Water glistened on his copper colored skin, enhancing muscles that rippled with every move. Tearing my gaze from him I swallowed the saliva that pooled in my mouth at the sight of the second man. Two steps behind Rick was Mark. A couple of inches taller, a little leaner, but equally as seductive with his brand of lazy charm and bad-boy ways. And they were both mine.

Christ, I was a lucky woman.

By the time I had my hormones somewhat under control the boys had crossed the expanse of beach from the water to where I lounged, soaking up the afternoon sun. "Don't!" I cried, throwing up a hand when Ricks' muscles tensed.

"Don't what?" he asked, eyes wide with innocence.

Not fooled by his expression one bit I scowled. "Don't shake yourself like a dog and spray me with water."

"What's wrong, Ange, you don't want to get wet?"

Pulling off my sunglasses I threw him a naughty smile. "Just watching you walk my way got me wet enough, thank you."

Rick grinned at Mark over my body. "Did you hear that? Just watching me walk makes her wet," he bragged.

"So I heard," Mark replied as he looked down at me, lying between them. Before I could think about how much I liked being between them he moved. Nudging me over he stretched out next to me on the oversized wooden lounge chair and laid a large hand on my bare thigh, before looking up at Rick with a smug grin of his own. "Don't you have a lecture to give or something?"

Rick scowled and snatched the towel off the back of my chair. "Asshole," he muttered before we all burst out laughing.

When Rick had told us he had a conference to go to in Florida, and it was being held at a beach resort, it had been too good to pass up. Mark and I had come along for the ride, spending our days playing tourist at Epcot Center or lazing about on the beach, while Rick had given several lectures and workshops on software development.

He'd joined us each night in the room we all shared, romping in the big king sized bed and loving us all night, but it was the first time he'd been able to join us on the beach, and it was time for him to go back to work.

"Dinner with the boss," he growled. "His flight doesn't leave until ten o'clock and I'm the last one here from our company so I have to entertain him."

"Then after dinner you're going to meet us at the beach hut bar, to be entertained, right?" I tried not to wiggle as Mark's fingers tickled the inside of my thigh and naughty anticipation tightened my muscles. He'd shifted onto his side, his head propped up on his right hand and his body pressed against the length of mine as we watched Rick's muscles flex and jump as he dried off.

Pulse pounding I glanced from one to the other. They were best friends when I met them over two years ago, and in that time they'd only gotten closer. We'd all gotten closer in the last couple of months since Rick and I had invited Mark into our bedroom on a regular basis. It had been a first for me, but I'd quickly learned that the men had not only shared a woman before, they'd been lovers themselves on and off for years-until Rick fell in love with me. Then he'd called a halt to it, not wanting to cheat. The thing is, I hadn't been surprised when I'd learned the men had been together like that. Just like Rick hadn't been surprised by my willingness for the ménage. It might've surprised me, but it hadn't surprised him, the man who knew me better than I knew myself.

"You've sure got busy hands today, my friend."

The tone of Rick's voice clued me in and my pulse jumped, the arousal caused by Mark's busy fingers kicking up a notch. "What did I miss?"

"I got our friend off in the water," Mark said as his gaze left a trail of heat from where his hand was between my thighs to the bottom lip I chewed on in an effort to stay quiet. "When we were standing hip deep in those waves I reached down into his shorts and wrapped my fist around that meat of his. His engines fired up and I jerked him until he threw back his head and came in my hand."

A whimper escaped and I bit my lip. I glanced over Mark's shoulder and saw that the nearest people were about twenty yards away, lost in their own world. There were towels thrown on the chairs behind Rick, but no people.

Giving in to the erotic pull of Mark's teasing I closed my eyes and saw in my mind what I'd missed seeing in the water. Mark's fingers danced over the lycra covering my crotch, and need soon had me pressing up against his touch.

I sensed Rick moving, then his lips brushed against my other ear as he got in on the erotic torture act.

"He has the perfect grip," Rick said, knowing exactly how much I loved dirty talk. He scraped a fingernail over the rigid nipple of my right breast and proceeded to draw me a detailed picture of what I'd missed. "Tight, but not so tight that it hurts, firm fingers and sure strokes up and down my cock. All the way, down then up, with his thumb curling over the head in a way that had me fighting not to come because I wanted it to last. The water moved around us and when I spread my legs, the waves tugged at my balls."

I spread my legs a bit wider, silently inviting Mark to slide his fingers under the edge of my bathing suit. He didn't, though.

"Rick fucked my hand, getting bigger and harder," he said in one ear as he dug a grove between my swollen pussy lips until he could feel the rigid bundle of nerves beneath my bathing suit.

"My balls got tight, tingling and drawing up against me as he fisted me," Rick said in the other as his fingers tugged and teased my rigid nipple.

"His dick throbbed in my hand." Agile fingers tap-danced over my covered clit.

"I could feel the cum build up, ready to burst free."

"He panted, just like you are now."

"I came, cum exploded from my cock and into his hand, the same hand that's rubbing your clit right now."

It was too much, the words, the images in my head, the way they touched me out here in the open. Rick pinched my nipple, hard, at the same time Mark pinched my clit and I cried out as pleasure ripped from one nerve ending to another. Rick swooped in, his mouth covering mine, his kiss swallowing my cries as my hands gripped Marks trapped between my thighs.

When I got my breath back enough to open my eyes, Rick and Mark sported identical smirks, their pride as clear as the hard-ons poking at their shorts.

"Well," I said. "That was unexpected."

We looked at each other and laughed.

"That was hot," I said, fanning my face playfully. "We're lucky no one saw."

"Someone did," Rick said with a nod over his right shoulder and I looked past him to see two young guys at the waters edge, staring at us with their mouth's hanging open. "I was going to tell you they were watching, because we know what a tease you are, but you went off before I could."

Heat flooded my face as I scrambled to put my sunglasses back on and pretend nothing unusual had happened. He was right. Part of me was mortified that some strangers had seen the two guys playing with me like that, but another part, the part of me that these two encouraged and embraced, loved it.

Rick leaned down and gave me a lingering kiss. "It's been fun but I've gotta run. I'll see you guys later."

Mark and I waved him off then settled in on the lounger together. We didn't talk, and it was completely comfortable.

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A Rock and A Hard Place Winners

Thanks to random.org, we didn't have to choose between the entrants ourselves, because I couldn't have.

And the winners are:

Annmarie, 1 signed print copy of Sexy Devil by Sasha White and a $10 Amazon gift card

Heather Miller, 1 signed print copy of Animal Attraction by Charlene Teglia and a $10 Amazon gift card

Annmarie and Heather, please use the contact form on Charlenes or my site to send us your mailing address (for the books) and email address (for the gift card), and we'll get your prizes out to you.

A huge thank you to everybody who played, we loved seeing your responses!

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4 years later

I've been revisiting some old posts form a group blog that I used to belong to…it's been gone for a couple years, but some of the posts are still relevant…like this one from April 1st, 2007. I'm still a big believer in "energy" and the holistic.

The other day on my Chat Loop we got on the topic of holistic healing. I find it very interesting because I do believe in being able to manipulate a person's energy or Chi. So I though maybe I'd share my own experience with Reiki:

After 18 years of bartending, and ten years of martial arts training where I got to be the "demonstration dummy" for a lot of wrist locks and throws, I developed carpal tunnal in both my wrists. It was diagnosed over 8 years ago, for the first while it just caused numbness in my fingers. About 5 years ago it got to the point that I would wake up in tears in the middle of the night because of the pain. My fingers would get so swollen and so mishappen that I couldn't hold a comb or toothbrush let alone get dressed and do up a freakin bra in the morning.

Doctors told me I needed surgery, but surgery would only give me 50/50 chance of it getting better, as well as it might even get worse. I hate Dr's and surgeries to start with unless it something that can ONLY be fixed by surgery…so I chose another route. Since I had a lot of martial arts experience I already knew the power of the mind when it comes to controlling and managing pain (I'd been in some pretty rough competitive fights, as well as worked as private security and a bodyguard for a couple of years) So I thought about acupunctur but in researching it heard about Reiki.

Instead of going to see someone who does it, I took a course on it. *grin*.

It was amazing. I got my first level through the course and it really did help. A year later when I was in South Africa, (No such things as coincidence) it turns out that one of the girls who I lived with was a massage therapist from Italy, and the other was into Reiki, (her mother was a Reiki master) I have no more offical training, but I've learned alot about mediation and energy flow and all sorts of holistic things just through being open to it..and you know what? I never had surgery and I don't need to wear wrist braces anymore…and I'm a writer for a living.

Typing being something that anyone with carpal tunnal knows, can be extremely painful. I think the best thing about Reiki and manipulating energy in any way is that people can get what they need from it. I needed healing, I got healing. Erin just needed relaxation, she got it. It's all about believing, in my opinion. Sort of the Field Of Dreams school of thought… If You Build It they will come….if You Believe, It will happen.

Now: as an aside, one of the novellas in my new release, my frist single author anthology LUSH has a massage therapist for a heroine – one who see auras and is a bit of a healer. Like I said, I believe in this sort of thing.

Do you? Have you had any experiences with holistic healing or energy manipulation? And if you hasven't had an experince yet, but found it might be an option if you needed healing, would you try it??

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Operation Auction

I've know Fatin (online) for years. Everyone involved with the online romance community knows who she is, and what she does. Most also know that her husband was killed in a senseless incident. As usual, the community has come together in support, and there will be an auction to help raise some money for her and her family.

Below are the two items I've put up for the auction. Interested?

* * * Winner's choice of a thirty minute phone call or Lunch with me, when I'm at the Tradewinds resort in St. Pete Beach Florida. ( October 17-24, 2011. ) *travel not included*

* * * A character based loosely on them in an upcoming story. The story it goes in will depend on the winner, and will be decided after I speak with them. (Be aware I do write BDSM erotica as well as erotic romance, so there are plenty of choices) A man could become a legend in one of my stories *wink*

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New Release-Rock My World

Charlene Teglia and I have put together a Duet for readers, and it's now available at Smashwords, Amazon, Barnes & Noble.

A Rock & A Hard Place has 2 short stories, each one is connected to our previous series. MAD STONE to Charlene's Neuri Chronicals, and mine, ROCK MY WORLD, to my Psychic Hunters from Sexy DEvil, Primal Male and Most Wanted.

To be specific, mine features Gina & Caleb, the couple that started the whole series off.

The first review is in, and Miranda, from Joyfully Reviewed says "A Rock and A Hard Place is an enthralling erotic read! Charlene Teglia and Sasha White have written two sinfully scorching stories! If you haven't read either of these series before then the novellas will leaving you begging for more! A Rock and A Hard Place is packed with sexy paranormals and ravenous lovers ready to take on the world to protect ones they love."

Passion and danger trap lovers between…A Rock and A Hard Place

Award-winning Author Charlene Teglia returns to the world of the Neuri, as three lovers race the clock to save the life of the one who man poses another complication to their love triangle in MAD STONE

In ROCK MY WORLD National Bestselling Author Sasha White revisits her psychic hunters with a weekend getaway where amorous intentions, an art show, and a magical entanglement all collide.

About ROCK MY WORLD specifically, Miranda from Joyfully Reviewedsays "Sasha White sets the pages on fire with passion in Rock My World. The story is a part of her Psychic Hunter series. Rock My World is the perfect title for this story! Gina and Caleb harbor an insane amount of chemistry and is explodes all over the pages. I enjoyed the mysterious part of the story as well. Rock My World is wickedly hot!"

Smashwords * Amazon * Barnes & Noble.

And here's an excerpt for you.

*WARNING: You must be over 18 to read*

The one hour flight to Vancouver was uneventful, despite the fact that Gina was like a little kid—constantly shifting in her seat, playing with the entertainment screen, nibbling on Caleb's ear and teasing him with naughty suggestions in his ear about the mile high club that made his dick throb.

Okay, so that hadn't been like a little kid — more like a naughty lady, but damn he loved her.

She'd strolled into his life and turned his world inside out. Literally, and figuratively. He now knew there was way more going on in the world than he could've ever imagined, and he was full of more love and happiness than any man had a right to. Which was why he'd never complained about her "special" family and friends and the craziness that came along with them. Just because he'd never complained, that didn't mean he wasn't looking forward to some time away from it all, even if it was only a couple of days.

"I told the boys I wanted you all to myself tonight. We won't see them until the gallery opening tomorrow night," she'd said at the airport when he'd asked where Devil, her brother, would pick them up.

"Really?"

She'd winked at him. "Yes, really. Just you and me tonight, babe."

It had been music to his ears. Music that made it very, very difficult to keep his hands off her during the cab ride to the hotel. Christ, she made him feel hotter than a horny teenager.

Tamping down his impatience, Caleb stood in line at the hotel front desk and thought about hockey while Gina sat in a nearby club chair, twirling a piece of purple streaked hair with a finger. Her dark eyes gleamed at him as she crossed her legs, her short skirt flashing a lot of leg.

The line shifted and he stepped up to the desk eagerly. Stating his name, he handed over his credit card and listened with one ear as the prim little desk clerk went through the motions. Gina strolled up and nestled against him, her scent taking over his senses while he listened to the clerk run down the list of hotel amenities.

"It's okay," Gina broke in gently. She flashed a sassy grin at the woman behind the counter. "We don't plan to leave the room often."

The clerk nodded, a new twinkle in her eye. "Room service is available twenty four hours a day."

Caleb struggled to ignore the heat that flashed through him as his card was swiped and handed back to him. He shifted away from Gina's lush little body with the pretense of putting the card back in his wallet. If she rubbed against him one more time he would lose it.

The image of lifting her onto the chest-high reception counter, shoving her skirt aside, and burying his face between her thighs filled his head and he bit back a groan.

As if sensing he was about to break, his little wild woman shifted her stance, cocking a hip and thrusting her breasts out obviously. He had just enough time to think Oh Shit! at the devilish light in her dark eyes before she slid a hand over his taut biceps and spoke loudly. "God, I love your muscles. I can't wait to strip you naked and lick you all over before I ride you like a cowgirl at her first rodeo."

Jaw slack, Caleb just stared at her for a second. Then a hot flush washed up his neck and over his cheeks, and his cock hardened to the point of pain.

Biting the inside of her cheek, Gina took the room key from the grinning front desk attendant and turned on a heel. She took three steps with her hips swinging deliciously before she turned back. "You ready, cowboy?"

He shook himself like a wet dog, and then chuckled as he grabbed the waiting suitcases and started to follow her. "Ready and willing."

They didn't speak in the elevator, and the heat grew between them during the short ride up. Gina used the key to open the door and Caleb followed her into their room.

He closed the door carefully then grabbed his wife and pinned her to it. The last few hours of almost constant teasing had tested his control, and he eagerly let it go.

Gina's lush body cushioned him as he took her mouth in a hungry kiss. Flavor that was all her filled him and he sank into it, nibbling, biting and kissing his way across the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders. He filled his hands with luscious breasts and rocked his hips against hers, trying to get closer. Sharp nails scored up his back as she hooked a leg over his hip and undulated against him.

"Yes," she moaned. "More. I want more, Caleb. Now."

He tugged the collar of her tank top down and growled at the lacy bra that blocked the path of his lips. Eager hands tugged his T-shirt from his jeans as he struggle to undo her bra clasp. Finally, with a frustrated growl, he stepped back and tore the button fly of his jeans open. "Strip."

Clothes flew and flesh was bared as they got naked with a speed that would've been funny if he wasn't so damn anxious to bury himself inside her. When Gina wore nothing but her socks and boots, he couldn't wait any longer.

"Fuck, who knew motorcycle boots could be so damn sexy?" he said as he moved in.

Reaching around, he grabbed her by the ass and lifted. With one hard thrust he was home. Bracing her against the wall, he began to move. Wet heat surrounded his cock, and he fought not to lose it as she wrapped her legs around him and her booted feet bounced against his ass.

"God, yes!" she shouted before sinking her teeth into his shoulder.

The little bit of pain had pleasure shooting to the base of his spine. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he sucked in air and pumped faster. Heart pounding and blood rocking through his system, Caleb shifted a hand between them to palm a breast and tweak the rigid tip. Pressure built inside him and he pinched at the nipple between his fingers, making Gina gasp and squirm against him. Her cunt rippled over his cock and he groaned. He wouldn't last long.

Pulling out, he set her down and spun her around. "Hands on the door," he commanded as he kicked her feet apart.

As devilish and sassy as ever, Gina flipped her hair and smiled at him over her shoulder. "Yes, sir!"

With a feral grin, he grabbed her hips and slid his cock between her swollen pussy lips, torturing them both. "Are you sassing me, girl?"

"Never."

With a laugh, he entered her again and began a slow and measured pace. "That's my girl."

She arched her back and wiggled her ass against him. Without thinking, he swatted her and she jumped. Her cunt clenched around him and they both groaned.

"God, Caleb. Stop fooling around and fuck me."

"Your wish is my command." Planting his feet and bending his knees, he reached around and cupped her swinging breasts. His hips pumped hard and fast, sliding in and out of her slick heat while she moaned loudly and pushed back against him. Her insides clenched greedily around his cock and his balls tightened, the pressure damming up at the base of his cock until he couldn't hold back any longer. Leaning in, he reached between his wife's thighs and pinched her clit.

Gina screamed, her pussy spasming around his cock as the top blew off his head and the world disappeared in a swirl of sensation. A primal groan of satisfaction roared up from deep inside and echoed through the room, mixing with her moans as she milked every drop from him.

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Writers Resource

Genreality is my baby, I admit it. It's a group blog that I started because I wanted more realist information about the publishing industry and since I was looking for that sort of thing, I had to believe others were too. It's been slow building a following, and many of our posts don't get a ton of comments, but the people who do follow are not only loyal, they're learning about the realities of living and working as a professional author.

Because of this, I was thrilled to find out that a post Carrie Vaughn wrote last March that was mentioned in this past RWA monthly magazine-it was about her decision to leave her publisher.

Genreality is a wonderful resource for writers, full of fabulous posts, and I'm thinking that it's a good time to remind other that this blog is out there, and what it has to offer. So…in order to entice you to become a regular there, I'm posting some links you should check out.

Guest Blogger agent Jenny Bent talks about contracts.

Regular guest Charlene Teglia started off her time at Genreality with a Ten Things About Writing post.

We talk about the craft of writing, Daily Life and offer tips and advice.

And we can't forget 2009's Realities of a NYT Bestseller by Lynn Viehl and it's Follow up.

If you're serious about a career as an author, you should be a regular at Genreality.

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Guest Blog: Taige Crenshaw

Rhythm Maker

By: Taige Crenshaw

There is a subtle rhythm that beats when you read. One you probably don't even notice it.

From that first word of any book you read it pulls you in and takes you on a journey. Each step gives you various beat that resonate with you. That first blush of meeting and the little catch that you get when you read it. The foray of the characters as they do that dance of seduction which keeps your heart racing as you wonder when will they or will they at all. Then when they do you your pulse skyrockets with each kiss, caress and thrust as they come together. Then you go on the journey of their affair. The up rhythms of them getting to know each other after the sexual encounter. A laugh at their antics which makes your body move in time with them. That little sound you make as something they do pleases you. The humph as they act the fool. The sway as you enjoy this journey that makes you go up then down and all around. When that obstacle comes and your fist clenches while your heart wonders how can they fix this and the tears fall with the person most devastated after that moment. Then ultimately the triumph they get when they overcome it all to be together. Your soul rejoices and you love it. Once done you exhale and that dance is done at least until the next time.

All this is rhythms that comes from within. One that is individual as each of you. No two rhythms you feel are the same. Heck when you reread the book the rhythm changes. I love reading books and how it makes the rhythm of my soul move. And this is what I work for when I write. A rhythm that will resonate in a reader. Make them become part of the fabric of the dance I am creating in my story. Let me share with you the rhythms I feel when I write.

In writing Power of Attraction my new release I felt that rhythm in each word. From the opening scene with Wesley McCarty my hero who fears what is happening to him. His not knowing and fear because of it makes me think of a pounding of drums driving him on. Peyton Blackstone my heroine has a feeling that makes her feel such joy and abandonment that she leaves her home and goes into the forest and dances under the stars. Her rhythm reminds me of a clarinet and sax being played in a duet each trying to get supremacy. But in the end they blend into a harmonious sound. When Wesley and Peyton met under those stars his drums meld with her clarinet and sax to create a sultry melody. Yet it is not to be and reality intrudes with a clash of cymbals taking them apart. Peyton clarinet and sax make sounds that will make you weep as she knows her life is about to change and she has no way of knowing in what way. She has to think of the legacy she must face. Wesley stands with his lone drum making a steady tap, tap as he wonders if he really losing his mind.

As the story progresses I felt the back beat of many rhythms that drives the story. Made it pulse in my soul as I put it on paper. It was a stupendous feeling. I've been called everything from writer, author, storyteller and all the in between. I am all those things and so much more. Of all the names I'm called I like to call myself … Rhythm Maker.

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Taige Crenshaw is a multi-published author with books available at Ellora's Cave Publishing, Liquid Silver Books, Loose Id, and Total-E-Bound. Taige has been enthralled with the written word from time she picked up her first book. It wasn't long before she started to make up her own tales of romance. With novels set in today, in alternate dimensions, or in the future she writes with adventure, fun sassy heroine's, and sexy hero's. Always hard at work creating new and exciting places Taige can be found curled up with a hot novel with exciting characters when she is not creating her own. Join her in the fun, frolic, interesting people and far reaches of the world in her novels. You can find out more about Taige at her website or her blog.

Power of Attraction

A woman whose destiny has been ordained from birth meets the man who has been prophesied for her–but there is more to him than meets the eye. With prophecies and legacies to fulfill, which way will she go: to a man who may be possibly her mate, or to a dark legacy that could take her life.

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New Cover Art

For the last 6 months I've been trying to get this project done, so I'm posting this so y'all can kick my butt when I start to slack again.

Since I still have the rights to them I decided to republish my erotic sci-fi short stories ABDUCTION and TRANSPLANT together for Amazon and Barnes and Noble. I also figured I'd flesh out the stories, and maybe even add another segement to make it a true anthology with three stories.

I like to play with photos and cover art, but science fiction cover art is way beyond me, so I hired me a professional. And WOW, did she do a fabulous job. Check out the cover for my MAVERICKS OF SPACE anthology done by the talented Anne Cain.

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