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What's coming so far friends: Phantom Riders MC, Hands-On, Dirty Surrender and His Possession. One is a full length erotic biker romance, one is an erotic novella, and two are erotic shorts. Book covers and release dates will follow! A good beginning, huh?

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“What’s so funny?” he demanded to know. A quick look revealed Dammit was still smiling up at them. 

“A two-hundred-pound man being held at bay by a little pooch, that’s funny.” 

“These are new boots,” Matt pointed out, crossing his arms menacingly. “Is this the thanks I get for repairing your washing machine?” 

“Are you trying to intimidate me…Sheriff? Maggie put her hands on her hips in response to him crossing his arms. She was aware the action caused her breasts to swell gently over the low top of her dress. “I’d be careful if I were you.” Her eyes dropped down to Dammit and back up again. “I think I’m the one with the upper hand for a change. Why, I bet I could get you to do just about anything I wanted right now.” 

Matt growled threateningly but the light in his eyes told a different story. He was enjoying their playful banter as much as Maggie was. “You can try, baby, but don’t blame me if things get out of hand.” 

Maggie’s heart did a flip-flop at the way he’d said baby. Her eyes locked onto his, the look in his gaze heating her blood. “And what might those things be?” Maggie inquired softly, her gaze dropping to his naked chest. She reached up to run her finger over him lightly. “I think I can handle anything that might get out of hand,” she teased, then threatened when he made a slight move, “You better not move a muscle, Sheriff, or you’re boots are history.” 

“That sounds like a threat. I think I’m at an unfair disadvantage here.” His body was beginning to show signs of responding to her closeness. “You’re enjoying this,” he ground out. “I’m eager to see how far you’re willing to go.”

“Even if it means bringing you to your knees?” She brought her face closer to his chest and under his watchful scrutiny kissed him lightly. His skin smelled warm and musky, and faintly of the soap she’d used on him earlier. Determined to keep it light, she gently ran her open mouth back and forth over his flesh, losing a little bit of control when her lips brushed against his warm flesh. Her heart jumped, butterflies settling low in her belly. 

Maggie heard his gasp and glanced up, his eyes were glazed with desire. She was trembling inside as the situation began to spiral out of control at a rate she couldn’t keep up with. She liked touching Matt, kissing him. She liked the feel of his muscles quivering under the touch of her hands. And by the dark look on his flushed face, he liked it too. 

“Ever been brought to your knees before, Sheriff?” she murmured in a seductively low tone. The desire in his darkening eyes promised Maggie both heaven and hell. And she wanted both. 

She had no doubt she could bring him to his knees in a heartbeat. 

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What happens when everything you know has collapsed, 
and all you have left is broken pieces? 
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About Outside the Lines

Don’t take up space.

Don’t talk too loud.

Don’t tell anyone.

I’ve always been the problem child. Blue—my name alone should have warned anyone with a half a mind that I’d be trouble. Who’s named for the broken crayon nobody wants?

Professor Rhys Kennison should have seen me coming a mile away, and I should have known better than to fall for someone so far out of my league. But his touch is like fire and his taste…like the finest chocolate. What woman could resist that combination?

We’re headed for disaster, though—after all, it’s what I know best. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop destroying anyone who gets too close. And Rhys doesn’t understand. How could he? When I don’t even understand myself?

Trigger warning: this story contains descriptions of sexual abuse that are required for the story Heat rating: Entry-level BDSM (with consent) and super-steamy sexy times

Outside the Lines is the fourth book in the Without a Trace series, but may be read as a stand-alone story.

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Note from the author
Every author has one book that pulls at their inner spirit more than others. Often, more than one. While I fell in love with Zi and Kai in Tracing the Line, Blue Trace has a complexity I couldn't resist writing. Her story holds a personal element that I've never experienced in any other book I've written (even the ones that will never see the light of day); she's as much me as she's nothing like me. 
My goal in any story is to present a realistic character in extraordinary circumstances. To show real women living their lives and falling in love. To be honest about the scars and fears we all carry, so that we'll know we're lovable and worthy of love. This story does contain an emotional description of rape, but it's not, in my professional opinion, gratuitous or dishonest. Blue's character is defined by her struggles, and to honor those of us who've been through sexual assault, I wrote that scene with horror and anxiety clawing at my heart. I hope you enjoy and find much to celebrate in Blue's world. Several readers didn't care for her in book three--and for good reason! Her redemption, though, is this book, and perhaps you'll discover how incredible she truly is. As you are, too.


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Ch. 3: The curve balls have Blue second-guessing everything, and she's desperate to feel something—anything. The last time, she ran the show and drove Dr. Rhys Kennison out of his mind with lust. This time, though, Rhys has something else in mind... Rhys sits at his desk, laptop open, focused on the screen. 
I knock lightly on his door as I step past the threshold. The scent of espresso beans assaults my nostrils, though I can't spot a coffee cup anywhere. When he glances up, shock and apprehension inform his expression, though his gaze can't resist wandering. Hunger or fear? Unsure, the confusion makes me bolder. 
"Bad time?" I ask, keeping my voice soft. 
He leans back in his chair, eyes never leaving mine. With a heavy breath, he rakes his hair with agitated fingers. The stubborn strands return to their lax, messy style, which works on him, though I'm curious what he'd look like sans glasses and fuddy-duddy clothing. 
"You shouldn't be here." He speaks slowly, as though attempting to convince me...or himself. 
I nod, tipping the door closed and twisting the old lock. I stop at his desk, a barrier between us. "I could leave." I can only imagine what he sees—a simple cotton dress, falling inches below my ass. I went braless—I usually wear one, if only to prevent "show-through." And as I slip off the short leather jacket to ward off the October chill, my nipples press against the striped green blue material. 
He fights to keep his gaze decent, and I bite the inside of my cheek. I'm sure this won't last, but damn, the way he looks at me, fire burning beneath that abashed, reserved exterior? I could eat him for breakfast, lunch, and twice for dinner, as my mother used to say. I round the desk, drawing a finger over the uncluttered wood. He regards me, his expression inscrutable. When I reach him, I lift myself onto the surface, crossing my legs. 
"Your choice, Professor. I can stay, or I can leave." My hair falls in loose waves over my shoulders, and my eyes are quite pretty, or so I'm told—light, mossy green, muddy at the centers with gold and a hint of turquoise. Since everybody likes to comment on them, I hope he finds them intriguing. His armor cracks the tiniest fraction, as though he's in a daze. He rolls forward a few inches, resting his hands on the desk beside me, careful not to make contact. 
"You shouldn't be here." 
"You keep saying that, but I'm not sure I believe you." His dark eyes seek mine for something I know I don't possess, though I can't figure out what. 
His knuckles brush against my legs, easing beneath my dress. Glimmers of desire brighten inside me. With slow movements, he stands, his palms skimming my thighs. He glances down as he reveals my naked mound. He inhales, sharp and surprised. Whatever has always inspired me to push the envelope—force the issue, shove forward only to fall back—trickles away, and uncertainty fills my lungs. After a day too long and painful to process, grief wails from deep within. Guilt sours my arousal—I've once again manipulated a situation because of my sorrow, my shortcomings, my failures as a person. 
He cuts off my remorse, mouth hungry and off-center. His hands cup my jaw, thumbs encouraging my lips to open beneath his. Tongues tumbling together, our kiss struggles to find a rhythm. He pulls away, resetting the moment, and when his lips cover mine again, thoughts disintegrate in the scintillating heat. I whimper as his tongue possesses me, and he tugs at my neckline, baring my shoulder. The stretchy fabric slips lower as his lips follow south, and he suckles my nipple, teeth gentle then sharp. I bite my lip to stay quiet. My fingers slide over his scalp as he tends to my other breast, clothing pooling around my waist. 
"Lie back, Blue." As much a request as an order, I meet his gaze, the hunger stealing my breath. I couldn't disobey if I wanted to... Blue's never run from a challenge, but she's in way over her head. Every mystery has a secret, and Rhys is no exception... 
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The Playlist For once, I had no problem finding songs for a playlist. :) I listen to many different types of music, and every now and then, I hear something that strikes me as "that character's theme." Enjoy! 
 



About Ally Bishop 
When you do something effortlessly and people commend you continuously, you have found your gift. That’s what I tell people all the time. And it’s true. I get story. I always have. I started writing when I was 8 on a Smith Corona (the electronic kind — I’m not THAT old). I wrote stories in every spiral notebook I had. Eventually, I graduated to a Mac (yes, I’m one of THOSE people). I imagined new worlds, emotional conflicts, and HEAs while I waited at stoplights or wandered the grocery store. But here’s the thing: I didn’t just dream it up and write it down — I critiqued what I read. I knew when ideas were good, and when they stunk. I ran writing groups, judged creative contests, and eventually got two graduate degrees in writing. That’s right: I love it that much. So here I am, years later, writing kickass heroines and devastating good guys, along with some mystery and vampires thrown in (I promise: THEY’RE COMING). And what’s really cool? I do what I love. Wanna write a success story for your life: I promise you, that’s it. Do what you love. And hopefully, you can make a living at it too. 
That’s the golden ticket, Charlie. And chocolate doesn’t hurt, either… The serious stuff: I have an M.A. in creative writing, as well as an M.F.A. in creative writing with a focus in publishing. I produce two podcasts, host one, and am a freelance editor and publicist over at Upgrade Your Story. In my free time (what is that, exactly?), I read, workout, game, and converse. I’m a high introvert despite my extroverted behaviors, so you’ll find me behind my computer most days. I’m married to the wild and brilliant Billy Crash, have two dogs who are filing to change their species designation to “human,” and can often be found wandering Manhattan in search of the perfect writing spot. You can find me at Twitter at @upgradestory & @allyabishop, Facebook, Pinterest, and my website. Looking for the giveaway? You found it! 

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After discovering one of her patients dead in her office, Doctor Annie McCall finds herself on the run for her life. Detective Marshall Thomas isn’t afraid to break the rules and offers her refuge. The only problem is who’ll protect Annie from him?


Excerpt – He pulled her with him to where the flashlight had landed, and while holding her against him, bent and snatched it from the floor. “I just want to know what the hell is going on around here.” He started to shine the beam of light around the room, searching for God knows what.

It began to dawn on Annie that maybe he wasn’t the killer after all. Perhaps he was with the Security Company that took care of the building complex. Or, worst case scenario, he’d just been driving by and noticed a strange light flashing around the office and stopped to investigate—sticking his nose into something that was none of his business. Maybe he was an off duty police officer.

“Are you going to answer me?” the man growled.

“I have nothing…”

He snorted and dragged her around the room with him. “Nothing? Lady, you sure put up one hell of a fight over nothing.”

“You frightened me,” Annie said, her eyes darting to her office door and praying he didn’t insist on checking it out. She tried to will her body under control, but her heart was pounding like a jackhammer inside her chest. “Are you with security?”

“You might say that.”

Annie started to drag her feet when he headed straight for her office. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything, but continued pushing her ahead of him in that direction. When they reached the threshold, she actually leaned against him in an unconscious effort to keep him from entering the room.

“Please…” She couldn’t get the words out. The thought of Martin Strong on the floor on the other side of her desk made her stomach churn. “I can’t go back in there!”

She struggled to break the hold he had on her wrist. He was too big and strong to win against in a struggle, but if she could manage to pull away, speed might be on her side.

“Why not?” He pushed her further into the room. “What are you hiding?”

“Nothing…”

He gave a dissatisfied grunt. “Let me be the judge of that. Something’s going on and I intend to find out what it is.”

Helplessly, Annie watched as he shined the flashlight around the small office until the beam landed on a pair of shoes. Her heart sank. The more he pushed her into the room the more she strained against his unyielding form. He halted when they were close enough to see Martin’s body slumped against the wall, the beam of light zeroing in on the nice neat bullet hole in his chest.

“Damn…” he whispered against her ear as they stood above Martin.

Unbelievably, Annie felt his hold around her wrist begin to relax. She took advantage of his momentary lapse and slammed her heel down on top of his foot. He swore a blue streak when she pulled away from him. She heard the flashlight drop to the floor but didn’t let it stop her from her desperate flight.

She almost reached the door but it was over before it began. He caught up to her in the office doorway. She let out a blood-curdling scream when his hand tangled in her hair. Before she knew it, she was hauled back into his arms.

He slammed her against the wall and pinned her there with his body. Breathing hard, he took a moment to catch his breath. “No wonder you were in a hurry to get out of here,” he rasped, close to her face. “Who’s the stiff, honey?”

“You don’t understand!” Annie cried out desperately. She strained against his hold. “I was going for the police.” She had to make him understand.

“Yeah right, and I’m Santa Claus. That’s why you were running away.”

Homemade Dressing / Stuffing

Every year my daughter's co-workers ask for a pan of my homemade dressing for their holiday party. This is what it looks like. I think it tastes better from inside the turkey but they must like it if they request it every year. Below is the recipe.
To stuff a 13-15 pound turkey
2 loaves cheap white bread - broken up in pieces1 pkg. Jimmy Dean sage sausage - cooked and drained1 large onion - chopped up3-5 celery stalks and the leaves - sliced up2 tablespoons poultry seasoning2 chicken bouillon cubes melted in 2 cups water

add all the ingredients in a large bowl except for the chicken brothgradually add in the broth until you get a mixture that's not too wet and not too dry - may have some broth left overstuff the cavity of the bird - pack it in tightI also stuff the crevice between the drum sticks and the breastextra dressing can be cooked in a pan
Everyone at my house fight over the crispy dressing from around the legs but I like the dressing from inside the bird
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Jumping Ahead

I manage to get some reading time in these days and have begun to notice a trend that even some of my favorite, well-known authors are doing, and that is skipping ahead with regard to the time frame. I've done it myself, sometimes at the end of a story I'll do a brief chapter starting out, one year later kind of thing. But a few of the books I've read lately go over the top in my opinion.

Recently I read an author who I love. Through most of the book the writing went smoothly and at a nice pace. However, the last few chapters had me frowning as she would start some chapters and even paragraphs with something like three weeks later , then six months later , then four days later , and on it went until finally the end. It left me with the feeling that she got tired of writing the story and just wanted to get it over with, instead of writing out what her characters were doing.

For some reason that bugs the crap out of me, so I wanted to get your ideas on it. Does it bother you when an author jumps ahead like that in her story line? Just curious.

She offers herself to an outlaw MC to protect her family.

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Dear Readers,I am so grateful to all of you who have helped make me and my books successful. There really are no words to explain how much I appreciate your friendship and support over the years. You inspire me to continue doing what I love best, and that's writing. Thank you! Thank you! Below is a coupon for a free copy of Someone to Love Me. If you have any trouble please let me know. Also, leave a comment on this post and then enter the rafflecopter for a chance to win the GC!
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