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Book in the making...unedited

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Once her initial surprise was over Marissa struggled. An elbow in his ribs didn’t faze him. She dug in her heels and pushed her body back into his, but she might as well have been up against a solid brick wall. At five foot ten and a hundred and fifty-four pounds Marissa was no light weight, but this man made her feel helpless and dainty.Whoever he was, he was as big and as strong as an ox. Without effort he forced her in the direction of the window, controlling her with the movements of his body. For a moment they were doing a bump and grind as he forced her across the room. Then Kirk’s words about how the two models fell to their deaths came back to Marissa. He’s going to throw me out the window! And they were on the fourth floor!Wild panic set in and she dug her nails into his arm, but his sleeve protected his flesh. She threw her head back, hoping to hit him hard enough in the nose that he would release her, only he was too damn tall. Whatever he intended for her she wasn’t going to make it easy for him. They were nearing the window at an alarming rate and she was running out of time. She threw her hands over her head and behind her, hoping to gouge his eyes and claw his face. Hurt him any way she could.His light chuckle wasn’t what she expected and only fueled her determination to escape. As he continued to force her toward the window Marissa bit down as hard as she could over the hand smashing her lips. He grunted, but didn’t release her. She made one last effort at to break away but the next thing she knew they’d reached the window and she was looking down at the dark ally below. “You might survive the fall.” His voice was deep, familiar and slightly out of breath against her ear. “But why take the chance?” Oh god! Beau? It couldn’t be! He wouldn’t! She brushed the ridiculous thought aside and strained against him with all her strength, her heart hammering like a drum inside her chest. Beau was a lot of things but he wasn’t a killer. She dug in her heels and leaned into him. But the man was built like a mountain.  “I could always strangle you first.”Without warning Marissa was spun around, and pushed up against the wall. She barely saw the glitter of his eyes before two strong hands encircled her throat. Before he could exert any pressure she brought her leg up to knee him in the groin.  A soft laugh met her effort, before a hand came down on her naked thigh to stop her from meeting her mark.“Oh no you don’t, darlin.” He moved in and leaned against her. The hand on her thigh was warm, almost caressing as it moved along her skin. “I plan to use this later.”His meaning was obvious. He had an erection the size of a Kielbasa sausage. It was obvious killing women excited him. She stiffened and sucked in her breath. His voice sounded low, husky. Had the other women been raped first? All at once a different kind of threat entered Marissa’s mind. She turned wild and screamed, attacking him wherever she could. But it was over before it began. With one smooth, deliberate move he grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head. 
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SHADOW ON THE WALLByPavarti K. TylerPavarti K Tyler is an...

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SHADOW ON THE WALL
By
Pavarti K. Tyler

[image error] Pavarti K Tyler is an artist, wife, mother and number-cruncher who has been committed to causing trouble since her first moment on this Earth. Her eclectic career has flirted with Broadway, Teaching, Law Firms and the IRS. Author of many short stories, Pavarti spans genres from Horror and Erotica all the way to Fantasy. Currently Pavarti is hard at work establishing her Indie Publishing Company Fighting Monkey Press. Pavarti K Tyler’s novel Two Moons of Sera is a Fantasy/Romance and began in a serial format in November 2011. Her next novel Shadow on the Wall is scheduled for release in May 2012. Shadow on the Wall is Book One of The SandStorm Chronicles, the saga of Recai Osman — businessman, philosopher, Muslim and . . . superhero
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Shadow on the Wall (The SandStorm Chronicles #1): http://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Wall-SandStorm-Chronicles-1/dp/0983876908/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1326905139&sr=8-3
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BLURB:   Recai Osman: Muslim, philosopher, billionaire and Superhero?
[image error] Controversial and daring, Shadow on the Wall details the transformation of Recai Osman from complicated man to Superhero. Forced to witness the cruelty of the Morality Police in his home city of Elih, Turkey, Recai is called upon by the power of the desert to be the vehicle of change. Does he have the strength to answer Allah's call or will his dark past and self doubt stand in his way?


Pulling on his faith in Allah, the friendship of a Jewish father-figure and a deeply held belief that his people deserve better, Recai Osman must become The SandStorm.


In the tradition of books by Margaret Atwood and Salman Rushdie, Shadow on the Wall tackles issues of religion, gender, corruption and the basic human condition. Beautiful and challenging, this is not a book to miss.
 
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A man. A voice. Darkness tangled her thoughts with fear and childhood warnings.
Sabiha, you shouldn’t be walking alone, she’d heard it say.
Stupidity had made her rash; selfish concerns about her brother caused her to make the worst possible mistake—the kind of mistake that would make her wish she had died, if by any chance she managed to survive.
The low voice knew her name, knew her family name—it had come specifically for her.
She ignored its call, quickening her pace. A laugh broke out in the night, mocking her fear. Suddenly the owner of the voice grabbed her, turning her around to face him.
Refusing to meet the voice’s gaze, Sabiha fixed her eyes forward. Her gaze came to rest on his arm where she saw the outline of a tattoo, dark and menacing. A snake’s tail circled his bicep and disappeared behind his back, only to reveal itself on the other side of his neck with two onyx eyes staring at her, unblinking.

Monday Man Candy

Now this is one sexy dude! 
Just look at his dreamy expression. I can tell he's thinking about me!
We all know who this is. I always thought Pierce was a handsome man. One of those who aged really well. 

6 Sentence Sunday

Link to participating authors http://www.sixsunday.com/
...from It's All in the Jeans


1. Libby shook her head and Logan released a sigh of relief.
2. “Good. Now, just follow my lead.”
3. Climbing down turned out to be the longest journey of Logan’s life.
4. Every step of the way, every movement, made him sharply aware of Libby’s lithe body brushing against his front, keeping him aroused to the point of pain.
5. The light fragrance of her hair as it whipped about his face continuously teased his senses with something clean and mildly sweet.
6. Innocence that screamed of wildness, and heaven.

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May the path your life takes lead you to fun and adventure, love and success.

I cat sat for my favorite niece during the past week. She...

I cat sat for my favorite niece during the past week. She, of all people, won a cruise. I say that because she and her live-in boyfriend cruise all the time. Anyway, they have 4 cats, plus they take care of the neighborhood feral cats so I stayed at their house for a few days.

When I first got there I was almost afraid to leave my car. I kid you not when I say there were cats everywhere! All sitting around the front entrance way. There were several empty bowls and they were hungry. All of a sudden I was every one's best bud! According to the note that was left for me they are fed twice a day. 
The four cats inside? Talk about spoiled! There was a detailed note on when and where to feed them. I knew their names, Murphy, Porter, Hannah and Torti. I thought I knew which one was which but after talking to my niece yesterday I realized I got Porter and Hannah mixed up. According to the note I had to take a bowl of food to Hannah wherever she was because, and I quote, "she's a princess." No wonder Porter looked at me strangely every time I  brought him a bowl of food. And guess what, Hannah didn't starve:)
Weeze thought it was strange too, when I told her how Porter hung around me the whole time. Apparently he's usually aloof and Hannah is the clinger. But again, I had them mixed up. Poor little Torti cried the whole time, clearly distressed at them being gone. I was glad when she let me hold her to comfort her. Her little cries were pitiful. She was my bathroom buddy as every time I went, she was right on my heels.
It was a nice, quiet three days. I had to suffer a little bit, though. No sugar for my coffee. I searched every cupboard and got excited when I saw a bag of flour on a top shelf. Surely that's where they kept the sugar, too! But no, it wasn't anywhere. I ate one of their Magnum ice cream bars in retaliation. There were only 3 in the box and I figured I was preventing a fight when it came down to who got the last bar.
She was so sweet to leave out coffee but I found nothing but organic milk for creamer. My niece said, "didn't you see the creamer on the shelf right next to the milk?" Obviously not. No salt or pepper for my pasta. But they had every other kind of seasoning you could imagine. 

Okay, maybe I'm a little spoiled, too.

New Dollar Coin

'IN GOD WE TRUST' IS GONE!!!  How do you feel about this?

Male Escorts

Ok, help me understand this. I watched some of Dr. Phil the other day and his show was about a male escort business. There were several male escorts and they went into detail of what they provide to the customer, their rates, it even showed a segment on how a male escort primps for his so called date. I mean, he took it to the max. He waxed, tanned, worked out, showered, and groomed himself to perfection. I have to admit he was pretty hunky, and could easily pose for the hero on a romance book cover.

He met his client for the evening and they went to a bar, had a nice dinner, danced and ended up in a hot tub. They got pretty hot and heavy in that hot tub but when asked it they ended up having sex they both said no. Yeah right! She was paying a premium rate for her escort and you're going to tell me they ended their night with a kiss?

The woman client, a successful business owner, said she paid for a male escort a couple times a week and sometimes asked for the same man. She said she enjoyed going out with them because she knew what she was getting. There were no surprises. She could have a date and go home at the end of the evening and not worry about anything. Ok, obviously she's not interested in a long term relationship and the happily every after with a husband and kids.

As I watched the show I began to wonder, what makes a male escort (gigolo) any different from a high class prostitute? I know there are female escort business out there, and both sides swear sex isn't included in their services. Do you believe them?

Book in the Making...unedited

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“I watch the news too, you know. And I don’t need some bodyguard around screwing up my weekend.” “Look, the head of Sysco Security isn’t just a bodyguard, Marissa. He owns–““I don’t care who or what he is. I don’t need some big, Texas cowboy in dusty boots, and a cheek full of tobacco following me around like a puppy dog.” She took in a breath. Unless it’s Beau.Marissa thought with a warm feeling. Damn him, why did he show up now?“Not everyone in Texas is a cowboy.” Is that all he could say? Marissa could hear the exasperation in Kirk’s tone. It made her smile. “If you think I need a bodyguard, why don’t you come here and do the job? What am I paying you for, anyway?” That would get his goat. She could just see his eyebrows lifting with her suggestion.“You don’t pay me to protect you, you pay me to book your events. And you know I’m afraid of my own shadow.” There was humor in his tone. In spite of the situation Marissa chuckled. There wasn’t a violent bone or thought in Kirk’s body. “Well, I would think you’d want to protect your interest.”There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the line. She’d hit a nerve.“I am, why do you think I hired a bodyguard? He isn’t cheap, believe me.”“Well, if you hired him with my money, you can fire him. I’ve got a nice quiet weekend planned at my apartment. Even if there is a serial killer out there who’s targeting chunky models, how hurt do you think I’ll get if I fall from one story?”“That’s not funny, Marissa.” “I’m sorry.” Kirk was right, it wasn’t funny. There was nothing humorous about the unexplained deaths of two up and coming models.Marissa wasn’t usually so argumentative or insensitive, but she’d been up for twenty hours straight and she was running on empty. She’d just finished a grueling two day photo shoot and her last walk down the runway.“Look, I’m a big girl,” Marissa heard Kirk snicker on the other end. “Don’t get cute. You know what I mean. You call Sysco Security and cancel that bodyguard or I will. I can take care of myself.”“Is that so?” Before Marissa could take another breath she was grabbed from behind. A large hand covered her mouth. Her eyes rounded and she dropped the phone to claw it away. Then a solid arm slid around her waist and she was hauled back against a hard body. “Think again, darlin.” A warm Texas drawl said into her ear.Once her initial surprise was over Marissa struggled. An elbow in his ribs didn’t faze him. She dug in her heels and pushed her body back into his, but she might as well have been up against a solid brick wall. 

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Whoohoo! I think my writer's block is coming to an end. Y...

Whoohoo! I think my writer's block is coming to an end. Yesterday I wrote 3000 words, two chapters to a new erotic romance.