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Quote of the Day

“If it scares you, it might be a good thing to try.” – Seth Godin

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For one week only, Something Sparked, book three in the Sparks in Texas series will be on sale for just .99 cents. If you haven’t had an opportunity to read the book, now is a great time to grab it. This sale will end February 27, so act fast!

Sparks in Texas, book three

Jeannette’s life is…nice. Great job in the family restaurant, cute house, sweet cat. All very nice…and boring…and maybe a little lonely. But she’ll suffer that price for the safety she desperately covets. Now, if only something could keep her safe from the temptation that is Luc and Diego. The gorgeous firemen are a danger to her libido, if not her heart.

Lovers Luc and Diego have had a hunger for the pretty cook at Sparks Barbecue since they rolled into town three years ago. But everyone knows Jeannette doesn’t date, so the men’s lust seems destined to go unslaked, no matter how much they want her in their bed. If friendship is all she’s willing to offer, Luc and Diego will greedily take it.

That changes quickly when an arsonist throws Jeannette in harm’s way, forcing her to find security and comfort in Luc and Diego’s arms. But the trio’s simmering heat is barely a flicker before the men learn Jeannette has secrets that run dark and deep…presenting them with a challenge unlike any they’ve yet to face.

Note: This book contains a scene of abuse from 16-year-old Jeannette’s past.

Excerpt:

Throughout the dance she’d shared with Luc, she had been aware of Diego’s eyes on them. Somehow knowing he’d been watching had excited her, though she was hard-pressed to understand why. It was as if she wanted Diego to know how Luc was making her feel…because she sensed that made Diego happy.

Which was bizarre, because she had no idea if that was true or not.

Diego took her into his arms, tugging her until her breasts were pressed firmly against his chest. He didn’t ask, didn’t hesitate. He simply took. While that idea should terrify her, it didn’t. Instead, he had a way of making her feel cherished, safe, protected.

Like Luc, Diego was a skilled dancer. With subtle pushes and pulls, he guided them, taking over so that she could just enjoy the moment.

“You liked Luc’s kiss.”

It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway. “Yes.”

“I liked watching it.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“Do you understand now?”

It was a vague question, but Jeannette didn’t need clarification. She knew what he was alluding to. She nodded.

“You feel it to. I can see it in your eyes. Even though you’re dancing with me, focused just on me, you know he’s there watching us. It makes you hot and shivery inside, doesn’t it?”

She swallowed, struggling to find her voice. “It does, but—” She tried to stop herself, tried to beat back the fears. It appeared Nettie refused to go down without a fight.

“But nothing.” Diego tightened his grip. However, this time she couldn’t sink into the embrace. Her back stiffened as self-preservation and years of running away ganged up on her.

He loosened his hold, tipping her chin up, forcing her to face him. “We’re going to take this nice and slow, Jeannette. But we’re not stopping.”

“I can’t…do…” Again, the words died. She couldn’t go where they wanted to take her. But damn if she didn’t want them to try anyway.

“You can’t tonight. I can see that. But we’re not going to stop trying. We’ve got as many nights as we need, all the time in the world.”

She frowned and asked the question that had tormented her since they’d pulled her into the park and insisted on this date. “Why would you go to all that trouble?”

“If this weren’t our first date, I’d take you home and turn you over my knee for that. Even now, I’m sorely tempted.”

Had he seriously just threatened to spank her? And was she honestly disappointed he was resisting? God, this whole night was confusing. And maddening. And sexy as hell.

Regardless, her spine stiffened. “All I’m saying is, you and Luc could basically have your pick of women around here. I’m not sure why you’d want—”

Diego placed his finger over her lips. “I’m going to advise you to stop while you’re ahead. If I hear one more self-deprecating comment come out of those pretty lips of yours tonight, I won’t be held responsible for my actions. And believe me, angel, as much as you might want to tempt me on that, you aren’t ready for it.”

Jeannette wasn’t sure how to reply. Diego’s thumb stroked her lower lip, his gaze glued to her mouth like a starving man eyeing a steak.

Though the slow music continued to fill the air, couples swaying back and forth around them, neither of them moved. Instead, they stood there, on the edge of the floor, and looked at each other.

Diego didn’t seek to close the distance between them. In fact, it seemed as if he were waiting for something. Waiting for her.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

He smiled at her request. He had been waiting for an invitation. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

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Quote of the Day

“Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud.” – Maya Angelou

Waiting for You

This month, I’m featuring the Sparks in Texas series. The first story, Sparks Fly, is a free read. The second book, Waiting for You, has Chas retiring from the Marines after being deployed to the Middle East. Sydney Sparks is there, waiting for him, but the romantic homecoming is overshadowed by Chas’ attempts to come to grips with PTSD.

Sparks in Texas, book 2

How do you protect the woman you love…when the greatest danger is sleeping in her bed?

Sydney Sparks can’t remember a time when Chas wasn’t part of her life—from childhood playmates, to high-school sweethearts, to long-distance friends. Now, after twelve long years, Chas is leaving the Marines and coming home. Sydney’s thrilled to have him back on American soil, safe and sound, even if his return is doing funny things to her heart.

The second he stepped off the plane and locked gazes with Sydney, Chas refused to waste a minute more on their “just friends” status quo. Together again, it feels as if they were never apart, the love they’d shared as innocent teens now vastly more intense as adults—with a sexual hunger to match.

However, despite his newfound happiness, Chas can’t seem to shake the memories of his tours in the Middle East, of the firefights, the killing…the deaths of his friends. When the flashbacks grow stronger, Chas struggles to hide his increasing lack of control, terrified of losing everything he’d just regained—including Sydney.

Excerpt:

“What about Chas?”

Sydney didn’t pretend to misunderstand the question. Chas wasn’t at her house, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to be. “He wants me. Said he wants to pick up where we left off in high school.”

Jeannette put her spoon down and walked over to Sydney. “Seriously? I mean, I figured as much after all those kisses he was giving you last night, but wow. That’s really cool.”

Sydney bit her lower lip. “You think so?”

“You two were great together, Syd. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard someone wonder where you and Chas would be if he hadn’t joined the Marines.”

“But he did join. And he was gone for a long time.”

“He’s back now.”

Sydney sighed. “He hasn’t called.”

“So what?” Jeannette asked. “Call him.”

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to respond to any of this. Am I supposed to just jump right back in with both feet?”

“You never stopped loving him, so why should it be hard? Take what he’s offering and run with it. If you’d stop overanalyzing and thinking it to death, you’d see it’s exactly what you want. What you’ve been waiting for since high school.”

“I didn’t wait.” Even as Sydney spoke the same words she’d said to Chas the previous evening, she knew for a fact that was exactly what she’d done.

Dammit.

Jeannette didn’t bother to answer. Instead she just laughed, the sound saying it all.

Sydney’s back went up. “Nettie.”

Jeannette raised her hand. “Don’t waste your breath. You’ve spent most of your adult life waiting for Chas to come home to you. He’s here now. Don’t blow it.”

Sydney didn’t know how to respond to that. Simply because it was true. She had always been in love with him, was still in love with Chas.

Maybe that was why this was so difficult. She’d been in love with him before and he’d broken her heart. She thought she’d forgiven him for that. Hell, she’d even managed to justify his reasons, tell herself he was right to walk away. However, there was a small part inside that was still hurt. Still afraid.

He wasn’t the same boy he’d been when he left. They’d spent more time apart than together. Jeannette had said it herself. Sydney had been alone her entire adult life, clearly clinging to the man Chas had been when he’d left. And while shades of that boy were still there, this Chas was different.

She wasn’t the same person either. While she hadn’t seen as much of the world as he had, she’d lost a lot of her young, starry-eyed take on life in general. She was older, more serious, maybe less fun. What if he didn’t like the woman she’d become?

What if they tried again only to discover the spark wasn’t there anymore? Did she really want to set herself up for all that hurt again?

Twelve years had passed. Chas had grown harder—and not just in a physical sense. There was an edge to him she didn’t recognize or understand. He’d seen more than his share of fighting during his stint in the Middle East. He’d watched two friends die in a firefight, one of them bleeding to death in his arms. While Chas hadn’t shared many of the details with her, he hadn’t been the same since. Obviously a traumatic event like that would change a person.

When Sydney failed to respond, Jeannette picked up Sydney’s cell and handed it to her. “Call him, Syd.”

Frustration hit hard. “And say what, Nettie? Hey Chas. What’s up? Want to get together tonight for dinner or to fuck like rabbits or to get married?”

“I’d be up for any of those.”

Sydney whirled at the sound of Chas’ voice in the doorway.

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Quote of the Day

“Every day we get a fresh chance to live the way we want.” – John Kenney

Free Read

Sparks in Texas started with a short story, Sparks Fly, that was based on my cousin’s personal experiences as he and his wife struggled to conceive. From there…a family was born…one very similar to my own. As my mother would say, my family runs high to girls. I have nine girl cousins–nine!–and we’ve all grown up together in our small hometown. I wanted to capture that feeling of a large, extended family in this series.

Sparks Fly, the first book in the Sparks in Texas series, is now a free read! If you haven’t had an opportunity to check out this new series, I hope you’ll give Sparks Fly a chance.

Sparks in Texas, book 1

I Do is the easy part. Happily ever after? Not so much.

Evan and Annie are deeply in love, but that hasn’t stopped tension from creating cracks in their relationship. Determined not to fail his wife, Evan takes action before those cracks become craters, damaging their marriage irreparably. Over the Fourth of July weekend, he’ll reignite Annie’s passion with his own brand of fireworks.

Stand back and watch the sparks fly.

Excerpt:

“Are you searching for something special, officer?”

The breathless quality of her voice let him know she’d finally caught up with him.

“I need to be sure you aren’t carrying any concealed weapons.”

She looked over her shoulder and gave him a flirty smile. “Oh, I’m packing heat. But you aren’t looking in the right place.”

He fought to restrain a groan. Annie was a master at dirty talk. Then it occurred to him that this fantasy—the cop and his criminal—was one they’d never played out. Which was strange considering his occupation and the fact he had all the right toys.

“Face forward, Ms. Iser. I don’t think you understand the seriousness of this situation.”

Annie held his gaze a few seconds longer before looking away. Her hips wiggled seductively as he moved his “search” lower. He didn’t take the bait. He had a definite strategy for how the night would unfold and it had everything to do with his pretty criminal submitting to his authority.

“Have you been drinking, Ms. Iser?”

She lifted her shoulders casually, unconcerned, unrepentant. “I may have had a glass of wine earlier. It is a holiday, you know.”

Annie wasn’t much of a drinker, even on the holidays, so he wondered about the wine. Was she feeling the same pressure he was? Had she been looking for a way to relax before seeing him again? That thought made his chest ache. He pushed it away. Hopefully, tonight would help them mend the rifts they’d unconsciously let grow.

He reached for her upper arm, dragging her upright and turning her until she faced him. “Drinking and driving?”

“You don’t really expect me to confess to that, do you, officer?”

“Lieutenant.” The mischief in her eyes told him she was purposely refusing to acknowledge his rank. “And I don’t need your confession. I have a breathalyzer.”

She didn’t pretend to be worried. He loved her spunk, the challenge in her posture. She crossed her arms, allowing them to push up her breasts. The move drew his attention to her hard nipples. His mouth watered for a taste of them, but it was far too early for that. If he started taking off her clothes, the game would end too fast.

For months, he’d viewed sex as a chore, the two of them going through the motions with very little passion or foreplay. As he looked at her flushed face, as he watched her chest rise and fall with breathless expectation, he wanted to kick his own ass for forgetting how good it could be between them.

“Don’t I have to consent to the breathalyzer?”

He shook his head. “I’m not giving you a choice.” He cupped her face in his hands, pulling her closer. “Are you ready?”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond before placing his lips on hers. He pressed them open, touching his tongue to hers. He couldn’t detect even the faintest hint of wine on her breath. Regardless, he kept kissing her, tasting and breathing her air. Evan didn’t need alcohol. He could get drunk on Annie.

Finally, after several minutes, he forced himself to release her, working overtime to maintain control, to stay in character. “You realize you’re in quite a bit of trouble, Ms. Iser.”

She feigned a contrite smile that didn’t fool him for a minute. “Maybe there’s some way I can convince you to forget all this and let me off with a warning?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Are you attempting to bribe a police officer?”

She reached out to run her hand along his chest, toying suggestively with his badge. “I didn’t say anything about a bribe.”

He moved so quickly she didn’t have time to counter or retreat. Evan turned her toward the car, grasping her wrists and tugging them behind her back. She had just begun to struggle when he slapped on the handcuffs. Then he bent over her, pressing her against the hood of the car, letting her helplessness sink in.

“What did you have in mind?” he murmured in her ear.

He’d taken her off-guard. It took her a few moments to regroup.

“I…” She swallowed heavily when he ground his cock more firmly against her ass. “I…” She paused again. Finally she said, “What do you want?”

Evan chuckled. Annie was rarely at a loss for words. It felt good to shake up the self-assured woman. “I want it all, Ms. Iser. Your total submission. For the entire night.”

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Off Limits

Today marks the release of the next Sparks in Texas book, Off Limits. This time, it’s Evan’s little sister, Lacy’s turn to find love.

Sparks in Texas, book 4

According to the bro code, enacted by Evan Sparks and Logan Grady years ago, sisters are out. However, Lacy Sparks isn’t about to let a silly boyhood pact stand between her and the man she’s wanted for nearly twenty years.

She’s waited long enough. Logan thinks she’s too sweet to give him what he needs. He’s about to learn as far as Lacy’s concerned, in bed or out, nothing is off-limits.

Excerpt:

“Want to dance?” she asked.

He shrugged good-naturedly. “Sure. Why not?”

She fought down her annoyance at the realization he was just humoring her.

Then she decided it was time to set the record straight.

Maybe he was determined to cast her in the role of little sister, and maybe he was determined to keep his hands off her because of some stupid teenage vow, and maybe he was still getting over his last girlfriend—but enough was enough.

There was no way Logan Grady was leaving here tonight without the knowledge that she was an experienced, available and completely fuckable woman who was more than capable of keeping up with him in the bedroom. She refused to take one more second of his condescending pats on the head that made her feel eternally eight years old.

He took her in his arms, maintaining a polite distance that she instantly broached. He stiffened briefly as she pressed her breasts firmly against his chest. His hands rested lightly on her waist, the touch platonic, boring. She didn’t follow suit as she wrapped her hands around his neck, letting her fingers play with his hair. It was even thicker than it looked.

Lifting up on her tiptoes, she lightly ran her lips along his neck. Logan’s hands tightened, and for a moment, she expected him to push her away. Instead, he surprised her, letting his fingers drift around her back until he’d managed to split the difference between touching her waist and her ass.

Then he used his grip to tug her closer, letting her feel his erection pressed against her stomach—and it occurred to Lacy her plan was backfiring. She hadn’t anticipated Logan returning her touches. In her mind, she would leave him hot and bothered, his punishment for failing to acknowledge her as a woman.

So much for that idea.

Her pussy clenched and her nipples tightened when his hands drifted even lower, his palms molding themselves to her ass.

Unable to resist, she glanced up and found him looking at her curiously.

“How much have you had to drink?” he asked.

“Not much.”

Not enough.

She’d been relatively sober when they’d stepped on the dance floor, but now she felt wasted, her legs stumbling, barely able to hold herself upright under his sensual touches, and her brain was fuzzy from a system overload of arousal.

She kept one hand in his hair as the other traveled along his chest, her fingers digging into the muscles she found along the way. She didn’t stop until her hand rested on the buckle of his belt, less than an inch away from his cock.

His hands tightened on her ass and she released a soft sigh.

“You know what you’re doing?”

She nodded, though she wasn’t so sure anymore. Originally, she’d thought she was seducing him. Now it felt like he was seducing her. And she was responding to it.

He left one hand on her ass as he lifted the other to the side of her neck. He lightly ran one fingertip along the neckline of her top. The shirt dipped low, revealing a healthy amount of cleavage. Macie had taken one look at her when she’d arrived at the party and wolf-whistled at what she’d jokingly referred to as Lacy’s hootchie-mama shirt.

Logan paused when he hit the cleavage. “Nice shirt.”

For the first time in her life, it felt like Logan was looking at her.

And really seeing her.

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Meet the Authors

Just like Batgirl, New York Times bestselling author, Mari Carr possesses her own secret identity working as high school librarian by day and erotic romance author by night.

Check out one of Mari’s latest releases, Something Sparked.

“You liked Luc’s kiss.”

It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway. “Yes.”

“I liked watching it.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“Do you understand now?”

It was a vague question, but Jeannette didn’t need clarification. She knew what he was alluding to. She nodded.

“You feel it to. I can see it in your eyes. Even though you’re dancing with me, focused just on me, you know he’s there watching us. It makes you hot and shivery inside, doesn’t it?”

She swallowed, struggling to find her voice. “It does, but—” She tried to stop herself, tried to beat back the fears. It appeared Nettie refused to go down without a fight.

“But nothing.” Diego tightened his grip. However, this time she couldn’t sink into the embrace. Her back stiffened as self-preservation and years of running away ganged up on her.

He loosened his hold, tipping her chin up, forcing her to face him. “We’re going to take this nice and slow, Jeannette. But we’re not stopping.”

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USA Today Bestselling Author, Red Phoenix, is an award-winning erotica author who gained popularity with her novel, Brie Learns the Art of Submission. She has won 5 reader choice awards for her various novels.

Check out one of Red’s latest releases, Brie Learns the Art of Submission.

Brie laid her cheek against Baron’s muscular frame. He wrapped his arms around her possessively and held her there. She could hear his heart beating loud and clear, bringing a sense of peace to her neediness.

Then she felt his touch… 

Brie gasped when he ran his hand over the curve of her ass. The trail of tingling sensations left in the wake of his hand left her with no doubt who it was. She whispered, “Sir…”

“Yes, Brie.”

Her whole body became an electrical current, making it almost impossible to breathe.

“You will be taking both of us at the same time,” he said smoothly, as his hand continued to leave a trail of fire on her skin.

“Yes, Sir.” She licked her lips, not quite believing what was happening. She had been whipped, spanked, and even fucked by a colossal cock, but never by two men at once.

The idea of taking Sir with Baron still deep inside her was frighteningly erotic and it made her gush with wetness. “She’s ready, Thane,” she heard Baron say beneath her.

Sir confidently replied, “I know she is. I can tell she’s hungry for it.”

Brie heard the slippery sound of lube and imagined Sir coating his princely cock with his masculine hand. Brie whimpered softly into Baron’s chest.

“Relax, kitten.” Baron chuckled lightly. “You are about to please your two favorite Doms. A submissive’s dream.”

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USA Today Bestseller Angel Payne knew she wanted to write romance in junior high, when writing “swap stories” with friends that included lots of angst and French kissing. After years in the entertainment and hospitality industries, she returned to writing high heat, character-based love stories. She has several series to her credit, including the Kinky Truth series, the Secrets of Stone (with Victoria Blue), The Cimarron Saga, and the popular WILD Boys of Special Forces. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, hanging with friends and family outdoors, and being a gym rat.

Check out Angel’s latest release, Mastered by the Mavericks.

“Issues? Yes, I guess I have a few, Sergeant.” Lifting her chin, she edged closer. Closer. Letting him see her quiver anew as he skimmed his hand down, brushing the pucker of her breast. “And now I am speaking up for help.” She slid her hips in too, rocking her pussy against his hand. Her sparse whisper mingled with the sound. “Help.”

Fuck.

His dream?

His destruction?

Now, the answer felt even more important. She felt important. But why? Why? And what was that…thing…her voice kept triggering in his brain, like a damn bullet she’d shot there, tearing so many things apart as it ripped inside? Painful things. But…significant things, too.

Why did this all feel so damn significant?

And why the fuck was he dwelling on it, when this amazing, naked woman all but climbed him like the tree of life? And Rhett, the glorious asshole, had become her accomplice, cheering her on with hums intending to arouse…

And Goddammit, they were working.

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Bestselling erotic romance author Sierra Cartwright invites you to join her on a sensual journey where the limits are explored and expanded.

Check out Sierra’s latest release, Bound, Spanked and Loved. 

A blaze of possession arced through Logan as she closed the distance toward the X-shaped BDSM equipment. He wanted to be the one behind her, pressing her against the wood, instructing her to lift her arms high so he could secure her wrists to the attached cuffs. 

Instead, Simon had that honor. 

The Dom affixed her wrists in place, and Logan noticed her test the bonds. She managed to pull her right wrist free. If he were in charge, he wouldn’t have allowed that to happen. Even if all she wanted was a taste, he’d make sure it was a good one. 

After putting her wrist back in place, Master Simon rubbed her buttocks through her skirt. Logan’s cock thickened. 

Because he needed human contact to maintain touch with his sanity, he showed up at Joe and Noelle’s events several times a year. While watching others scene interested him, he’d rarely gotten aroused from it. 

Then again, he’d rarely had this kind of visceral reaction to a woman. 

Master Simon selected a sturdy leather paddle. It wasn’t a bad decision, Logan mused. The toy was intimate, but not overly so. And since her delectable derriere was covered by leather, the impact would be minimal. Good choice for a neophyte. 

Logan settled in to watch the pair.         

Master Simon gave the sub three swats. 

The third made her move her body to one side—something she did easily since her ankles weren’t secured. 

That was a mistake Logan wouldn’t make.

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Bestselling author, Jenna Jacob paints a canvas of passion, romance, and humor as her Alpha men and the feisty women who love them unravel their souls, heal their scars, and find a happy ever after kind of love. Heart-tugging, captivating, and steamy, Jenna’s books will surely leave you breathless and craving more.

Check out Jenna’s latest release, Sky of Dreams.

The sound of churning gravel and the purr of a car engine drew Sky’s attention to the road. A silver Jag slowed to a stop in front of Gran’s. His heart clutched in his chest. The air stilled in his lungs.

Katie.

He didn’t need the shimmer of her glossy, auburn hair reflecting in the setting sun to recognize her. The blistering pull of every cell in his body and the rush of conflicted emotions rolling through him were proof enough. Anger, desire, sadness, and rejection brought with them a sting that burned the backs of his eyes. Forcing down the lump of emotion clogging his throat, Sky tried to tamp down the familiar vibration humming through his body. A part of him wanted to whoop with joy before yanking Katie into his arms to kiss her senseless, while another part of him wanted to forget she even existed…wipe away the ball-churning memories that flooded his brain and focus on the hurt and anger he’d felt when Gran had broken the news that Katie had left. Yet all he could think about was touching her, kissing her, holding her in his arms before he dragged her beneath him again.

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Victoria Blue lives in her own portion of the galaxy known as Southern California. There she finds the love and life sustaining power of one amazing sun, two unique and awe inspiring planets and three indifferent, yet comforting moons. Life is fantastic and challenging and everyday brings new adventures to be discovered. She looks forward to seeing what’s next!

Check out Victoria’s latest release, No Prince Charming.

I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes and hoping for a light bulb. I was bombarded with Killian’s smell, instead. Armani Code. The cologne was still strong in my head, its rich bergamot and lemon mingling with the spice of his shampoo and the scotch on his breath, like he’d scent-marked me through the intimacy of our skin… 

My fingers roamed to my cheek, tracing the abrasion from where he’d rubbed me with his stubble. My head fell back from the impact of the recollection.

In an instant, my mind conjured an image of him again, standing in front of me. Commanding. Looming. Hot…and hard. I felt his breath on my face again as he yanked me close. The press of his wool pants against my legs. The metallic scrape of his cufflinks on the wood of his desk as he shoved everything away to make room for our bodies. Then the wild throb of my heart as he tangled his hands in my hair, lifted my face toward his, and…

Yes.

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Quote of the Day

“It’s not whether you get knocked down, it’s whether you get up.” – Vince Lombardi

Quote of the Day

“If your dream only includes you, it’s too small.” – Ava Duvernay