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A FEW WORDS FROM BETTY JO SCHULER BWL

Finding Freedom CELESTE HARTE GLARED at the twenty-nine candles on her birthday cake. She'd squandered her last fourteen birthday wishes asking for a fairy tale romance, and her life still read like an instruction manual. The frog she'd hoped would turn into a prince—God rest his soul—had been a cheating toad. Leaning her hands on her glass-topped kitchen table, she puffed out her cheeks and blew. I wish I'd meet a man who would turn my life into a sizzling romance novel. "Easy." Marianne Joest raised an auburn brow as she swiped cream frosting from her blouse with a manicured nail. Closing her eyes, she sucked her fingertip. "Mm. Next best thing to an orgasm." "My life is half over, I haven't made love in I-can't-remember-when, and you talk about orgasm?" "Half over?" Marianne snorted. "And I thought Susan was the drama queen." She cut two slices of cake and handed Celeste one. Celeste shook her head. "It's loaded with fat." "Dammit, Cee. This is carrot cake, a vegetable with frosting. You're thin enough no matter what Harry said, and twenty-nine isn't the beginning of menopause." http://bettyjowrites.com http://bookswelove.net/bettyjoschuler...

A FEW WORDS FROM BETTYJO SCHULER

Finding Freedom
                CELESTE HARTE GLARED at the twenty-nine candles on her birthday cake. She'd squandered her last fourteen birthday wishes asking for a fairy tale romance, and her life still read like an instruction manual. The frog she'd hoped would turn into a prince—God rest his soul—had been a cheating toad. Leaning her hands on her glass-topped kitchen table, she puffed out her cheeks and blew. I wish I'd meet a man who would turn my life into a sizzling romance novel.             "Easy." Marianne Joest raised an auburn brow as she swiped cream frosting from her blouse with a manicured nail. Closing her eyes, she sucked her fingertip. "Mm. Next best thing to an orgasm."            "My life is half over, I haven't made love in I-can't-remember-when, and you talk about orgasm?"             "Half over?" Marianne snorted. "And I thought Susan was the drama queen." She cut two slices of cake and handed Celeste one.      Celeste shook her head. "It's loaded with fat."            "Dammit, Cee. This is carrot cake, a vegetable with frosting. You're thin enough no matter what Harry said, and twenty-nine isn't the beginning of menopause." http://bettyjowrites.comhttp://bookswelove.net/bettyjoschuler.php 

A FEW WORDS FROM - HAZEL STATHAM BWL

HIS SHADOWED HEART
The shadows of the remaining light played across Caroline’s sleeping
countenance and he smoothed a lock of hair that had strayed across her
forehead. He knew the desire that his lips should follow his finger’s
course, but even in his state of inebriation, he knew this would be
foolish.

For several minutes, he watched his wife sleep, eventually placing his head
upon the pillow beside her. His lips curved into a loving smile as his eyes
drank in her sleep-softened countenance and he felt her breath caress his
cheek. The longing to hold her became an almost physical thing and his arms
ached with the suppressed desire.

Eventually she stirred, muttering incoherently in her sleep, and he raised
himself up. *What foolishness is this*, he thought. *I am acting like a
callow youth, *and immediately he was on his feet. Snatching up the light,
he went quickly out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

  http://www.amazon.com/Shadowed-Heart-Regency-Romance-ebook/dp/B00AWBHHDU%3FSubscriptionId%3DAKIAJBDF5XQBATGDX4VQ%26tag%3Dspea06-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3DB00AWBHHDU--

A FEW WORDS FROM KAT ATTALLA - BWL

At eight p.m., he drove to the camp. The dark skies overhead made it seem later than dusk. Just to make sure he covered his bases, he ran his Jeep off the road in a ravine deep enough to need a tow-truck to get out. By the time he reached her Craftsman house, he was soaked to the skin. Damn! He never thought a summer rain could be so freaking cold. A woman who fed the squirrels and birds would not turn her back on a stranded motorist. Would she?

He knocked on the door and waited. The air rumbled with a distant thunder. In the past decade, he had thought about her many times: The sad young girl with the magnificent eyes. So he wasn't prepared for the woman who opened the door. Her eyes were that same bright blue, but the rest of her bore little resemblance to the skinny teenager in that hospital bed. Her hair had grown back and fell below her shoulders in thick black waves. Denim jeans molded long legs and a fitted tee shirt revealed a hint of cleavage at the scoop neck. But her most striking feature was the rifle cradled in her arms.
http://bookswelove.net/attalla.php
Please stop back next week for a few lines from Hazel Statham.

A FEW LINES FROM JULIET WALDRON

A Few Lines From. . . Juliet Waldron
This week, A Few Lines from Juliet Waldron's Nightingale



"By the Blessed Mother, I shall not be your slave forever. I swear it!"
Max stopped at the door, one powerful hand resting on the high latch, gazing back at her. "The day will come when I shall relinquish you to whatever fate devises," he replied evenly, as if this, too, was an outcome he would control. "But, Klara, haven't your teachers explained that words should be chosen precisely? You are not my slave. A more perfect metaphor would be that of a little brown nightingale kept in a fine and luxurious cage for her own good." "Your pet!" "My sweet, sweet songbird." Tenderness, for the first time in this encounter, entered his voice. "My beautiful and wonderfully talented Nightingale." As she began to weep, he'd said, "Now listen to me, Maria Klara and listen well! I charge you to always remember, I am the one who holds the key to your cage."
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A FEW LINES FROM SHIRLEY MARTIN - BWL

Welcome to Shirley MartinThis scene takes place after the heroine has been jailed for stealing. [image error] He reached her cell and–
Annwn?
Shock rendered him speechless, his throat dry. His heart pounded wildly.
Sitting on the floor, she held her shift in clawed hands, her arms and legs covered with fur. Her face red with shame, she turned away from him. He heard her sobs, saw her trembling.
This is Annwn?
He clenched his hands, fighting for control. Helpless to do anything, he could only stare. He discarded his shock; his heart turned over with love and pity for her. http://bookswelove.net/martin.phpwww.shirleymartinauthor.comFacebook Juliet Waldron is next on July 16

A FEW WORDS FROM PAT DALE - BWL

Friday, June 28, 2013
What is it with this guy and my chest?
His focus remained at that point when she set the food before him, random thoughts flitting through her mind. “Here’s your breakfast, Mr. Williams. Howie. I hope everything is done to your satisfaction.” She knew instantly her choice of words was wrong again when he leered up at her.
“Oh, yes. Very much so.” Returning his focus to her chest, he added, “Full and firm, and very nicely formed.” He grinned and winked.
That did it. She’d begun to pour more coffee into his cup when her arm slipped. The hot brown liquid scored a bulls-eye in his lap.

A FEW WORDS FROM SHEILA CLAYDON - BOOKS WE LOVE

Kissing Maggie Silver from Books We Love.The buying link is: http://amzn.to/10hfmBq

A FEW LINES A.M.WESTERLING BOOKS WE LOVE

“I am Warin de Taillur,” he said simply. He gestured with his chin to the fresh mound and crudely fashioned cross. “Your traveling companion is now in a better place.” Alyna nodded, mute in her misery, the words slowly penetrating her mind. Traveling companion. David. She blinked hard, once, twice, against the tears, forcing them back. She had no time to cry anymore. She sucked in a huge, ragged breath. How rude the man must find her. First she had hailed him, now sorrow over David’s death held her tongue. In truth, she hadn’t expected the knight to stop but he had. She opened her mouth to thank him and lifted her gaze enough to finally look him full in the face. And froze, mouth yet gaping. He radiated power. It emanated from his every pore, permeating the area around him with a tangible force she could almost reach out and touch. http://www.amazon.com/A-Knight-for-Love-ebook/dp/B00C8HC146/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1369847929&sr=1-1&keywords=a.m.westerling

Do stop by on June 21 for A Few Lines from Sheila Claydon! :)
 

A FEW LINES - JAMIE HILL - BWL

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This week enjoy a few lines from Books We Love author Jamie Hill’s novel, Family Honor. He pulled a bigger knife from his pocket. “I know you’re gonna be whoever I want you to
be. I’m gonna call you ‘Mama’, and you’ll call me ‘Dickie’. If you don’t like it, our little game will end a lot sooner. It’ll be disappointing for me, but I can live with it.” He smiled. “Not sure you can.”
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Family Honor by Jamie HillAvailable here:http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00898JCXQhttp://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/family-honor-jamie-hill/1111519075Find Jamie’s other titles here:http://bookswelove.net/jamiehill.php Come back next week for A Few Lines from BWL author A.M. Westerling.