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YA What?

Right, so I know the last thing you'd expect from Mimi Modo (the nieces call me Mimi) is a post about a couple of young adult (YA) books, but what you don't know is that I have 5 nieces who all love to read. So when I received a couple of YA's in the mail, I read them, surprisingly enjoyed them, and then passed them on to the 5 nieces who all devoured them in a matter of days.


Now here I am telling all my romance/erotica reading grrls to check out author Karen McQuestion's Life On Hold and Favorite for any tweens/teens you have in your life.

KM writes engaging stories about teen grrrl issues without coming off as preachy or cheeseball. Her characters are relatable and her story lines mysterious and intriguing.


Love, light, and laughter!
Jocelyn Modo
www.jocelynmodo.com

Happy Lunatic Day!

To all your brave, brash women who are crazy enough to earn the title Mom, Happy Mother's Day, you lunatics! Your bratty, squalling, ungrateful offspring love you with all our selfish, rebellious hearts.




Love, light, and laughter!
Jocelyn Modo
www.jocelynmodo.com

Doing the Moon Walk

When I read a great new sci fi romance I have to share because there's so few of them out there. Susan Sizemore's Walking on the Moon is one of those books I gotta let you know about, especially since it's from Ellora's Cave who is known for their erotica line not their romance line (called Blush).

Here's what Walking on the Moon is about:

Award-winning chili maker Claudia Cameron comes to Greece in search of adventure and romance—and is kidnapped by a crew of hungry, time-traveling space miners in search of a cook.

Instead of a Mediterranean holiday, she finds herself walking on the moons of Mars. But once she's shanghaied on board the HATTON, Claudia must contend with not only the alien environment, real live aliens, the ship's hardhearted captain, but also her growing attraction to sexy ship's officer Denys DuChamp.

Denys is on a mission from a war-torn future. He's determined to do anything to save his time—no matter what. If it means keeping Claudia—who continues to refer to him as an "alien lizard terrorist"—prisoner, so be it. Even if it means destroying their burgeoning love—so be it. Denys can be as stubborn and pigheaded as a bulldog when he's on a mission.

However, Claudia isn't exactly the helpless prisoner type. She has a few tricks up her proverbial sleeve that come in mighty handy when she has to save her world—and her man—from the evil alien Sirens.

Check out the Excerpt!


Love, light, and laughter!
Jocelyn Modo
www.jocelynmodo.com

Ruby Heart Devil Pendant

Beautiful and evil! What a purfect combo.

Might have to "buy" this for one of my future characters. ♥


Love, light, and laughter!
Jocelyn Modo
www.jocelynmodo.com

Manic Monday Brain

It's Manic Monday again my mighty minions. Time to free write on the word "brain."

Brain drain. No sleep. I weep to think of...any thing and wing it when asked, "How are you?" My frame of mind is hanging by a broken nail as I fail to find the kind of clarity I usually take for granted. Granted, this is not my first time losing time to ghost-abused sheets. The souls of my feet, tired from walking through clouded consciousness. I return to bed with my broken head. And as I wander through a waking dream a scream paints my toenails red, staining the bed that's banging at my brain.



Love, light, and laughter!
Jocelyn Modo
http://www.jocelynmodo.com/

Day Three of the Three Days of Hart!

It's the final day of the Three Days of Hart and I saved the best for last! I had the opportunity to interview the smokin' hot hero of Luminous Nights. Take a look:

Jocelyn: Welcome, Jack, the very dangerous hero of Luminous Nights. Let's start off with the MOST important question. *WEG* Boxers or briefs?
Jack: I go commando-style. Underwear only gets in the way.

Jocelyn: Mmm. Nice. Um, okay, of the Big Three--bosom, booty, and legs--which is your favorite part of a woman?
Jack: I'm a leg man. If I'm attracted to a woman, I'm going to imagine her legs around me. If I could wander past the Big Three, I'd say her lips. A sensual woman could hypnotize me with her mouth. Very sexy. My heroine Rachel is long-legged with soft, expressive lips. I fell in love with her at first sight, long before she ever laid eyes on me. When I boarded her ship, she was as warm as a an ice cube. Now why would she feel that way when I'd just broken out of prison and had used her and her freighter to do it? It escapes me.

Jocelyn: Jack, I can't figure you out so tell me, are you a very bad good guy, or a very good bad guy?
Jack: (his blue eyes a steady stare) I guess, that's a point-of-view question. And Rachel would probably give a different answer every day.

Jocelyn: *snort* Yeah, I bet she would. Jack, it hasn't gone unnoticed you've terminated a lot of bad guys in Luminous Nights. You'd launched an interplanetary killing spree with your crazy laser gun. You're a one-shot executioner with a weapon that burns holes through bodies. Nothing stopped you. Is it true you like killing people?
Jack: No, no, no. Was I sworn in for this interview? Okay, yes, a little. Criminals, I like shooting criminals and demons. All right, I love it, every second of it. Been a bull's-eye shooter since I was twelve, and for good reason. If a criminal raises a gun to me, it's his last decision.

Jocelyn: Your incredible marksmanship saved the day several times in LN. Do you credit your I-Marshal training for that?
Jack: It was actually a family tragedy that put me before the target line. I came into the Alliance Marines a dead shot, but the training at the I-Marshal Academy can't be beat. I credit the angel over my shoulder.

Jocelyn: Let's talk about your heroine, Rachel.
Jack: Let's talk about her. Fine-looking woman.

Jocelyn: Yes, she is.
Jack: I get to look at her pretty face and bury my hands into her long chocolate hair every day. Our children will be beautiful.

Jocelyn: That's sweet. You seduced her with alien chocolate.
Jack: (his smile deadly and compelling) I like to think I moved her with my charm, my wit, and my kiss.

Jocelyn: I read the book. Your wicked charisma had only put you so close to her. Rachel had been a rock.
Jack: Don't underestimate my hands. My hands were just getting started. My lips were just warming up.

Jocelyn: It was the mind-bending chocolate and the hands everywhere that cracked her. The Aztec goddess trick worked wonders, as well. You're an enchanting devil. You made yourself a bigger enemy by the moment, and you still melted her ice.
Jack: (engages the bulletproof grin, leans forward to share a secret) I held all kinds of blackmail and manipulation prepared and waiting in the wings, if the chocolate failed. I broke her down, disarmed her at every turn. For being such a frigid little man-hater when I boarded her ship, she did, in fact, fall to my best weapons. She never stood a chance against me as long as blood flowed through her feminine veins.

Jocelyn: There's no denying you got under her skin.
Jack: (his sky-blue eyes twinkling with mischief) That's exactly where I wanted to be. I might've been a problem during the day, but I was just what Rachel needed at night. I got under her skin, all right. Me and my hands, and other very willing parts of me. As for being her enemy… (He chuckles, then suddenly frowns) Okay, I was a real problem.

Jocelyn: How did it feel when Rachel pulled your own weapon on you?
Jack: That was the moment I had her exactly where I wanted her.

Jocelyn: Exactly where you wanted her?
Jack: Exactly. And her frisk was superb. If kids hadn't been watching, I'd have put her on the grass and changed her world right there. I would've preferred the kids got lost. But they were there to rescue us. Of course, they arrested me. Not my first arrest, by the way.

Jocelyn: Tell us about the villains in Luminous Nights.
Jack: Scum-sucking demons from Hell, each one of them. They all deserved to die, but Rachel wouldn't let me destroy the dirty bastards.. She didn't like all the killing. Passivist. "Kill, kill, kill!" she kept complaining. She didn't understand what they were or what I was. So I used those demons to get what I wanted from Rachel.

Jocelyn: In Luminous Nights, you're fresh from hard time in prison and chasing down 3-D holographic masks called the Gemini ticks, technology capable of changing a person's face. How important was your mission?
Jack: No mission was more important than stopping the ticks. The little nanocomps made a person a virtual shape-shifter. If they'd been unleashed upon the black market, world leaders could've been replaced in a day. It could've meant the end of the Alliance and peace in our sector of the galaxy. I needed to recover those ticks or kill everyone trying. No one was going to leave that planet alive without the Gemini ticks in my hands.

Jocelyn: So now you've ended up a mentor and father to 537 children. What's that like?
Jack: Big crowd of little blue people at breakfast. We manage through it. It's a small tribe, good kids. The responsibility kicks our asses every day, but that just sends Rachel and me to our bed, eager to spend time together. That's the best part of the day.

Jocelyn: A reader asks, do you ever feel like getting back out in the field? Do you have any regrets both personally and professionally?
Jack: I did decades in the field. I never hesitated to kill the bad guys and destroy demons. The only ones I didn't destroy, I held for the Alliance to finish off. I don't regret not destroying them for what all I gained in return.

Jocelyn: Was that mercy for demons?
Jack: (laughs) No, it was trading trash for gold.

Jocelyn: Now that the fight in Luminous Nights is won, are you happy with your new life and, maybe more specifically, who is Jack now? Can you walk away from being a government executioner?
Jack: Hell, yeah, I can walk away. I'm no longer living as an angel of death. Risk isn't the intoxication it used to be. Spending five high-risk years on a prison-planet with the worst scum in the Alliance territory made me love a slow life on a green and peaceful planet, digging into the soil, hunting down a nice steak. Now, I'm the adopted father of 537 kids of varying ages, but that's not bad when your heart's in it. Sometimes overwhelming, but never a bad job. You haven't seen nothing if you haven't seen 537 little smiles looking up to you at once. On top of that, I have a smart and beautiful woman who's devoted to me. I'm not the killer I was when I met her. I wouldn't go back to being a galactic cop, if I could. Let the young whipper-snappers straight out of the I-Marshal Academy have the day's daredevil missions. I'd rather take the older boys hunting. Or chase Rachel around the couch. It's a nice life.

Jocelyn: There are more I-Marshal adventures coming up, I hear.
Jack: There are! And they're a big expansion on the I-Marshal universe. Luminous Nights was Rachel's story of encountering an I-Marshal on a vital mission in a vast, unconnected part of space. Before I broke into her life, she'd lived an isolated life on a spaceship, and she didn't know much about the I-Marshals, but what she'd seen in news stories and rumors. Very secret organization.
Vigilant and Gangbusters take place in the populated worlds and reveal the I-Marshals' mandate in the galaxy, why the cops are there and the covert job we do in the war of angels against demons, Heaven versus Hell.
Vigilant, the second of three adventures, is the story of an I-Marshal buddy of mine named Weber, who finds himself elbow-deep in demons when he searches for an illegal teleport, and hip-deep in the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes upon. Yadira is a frightened victim about to be traded on the black market like cattle. She's marked for attack by an incubus, sold by another beast who deals in human misery, and purchased by a mystery man who plans to strip her of her will, identity, and past. Weber's gift for knowing guilt, and an angel of judgment's power, puts him at her aid. He won't leave her without a guardian angel at her side. She thinks the angel is a delusion, and she never forgets the vision of Weber killing the most important man in her life.

Jocelyn: Weber kills someone she loves? That's a stop sign for love.
Jack: Oh, yeah, shoots him dead before her eyes. I've got to say, I'm glad I didn't have that mountain to climb with Rachel. Weber's got a helluva time ahead of him. Did I say Hell? Yep, that was the right word.
Gangbusters, the third of the I-Marshal trilogy, is about a team of I-Marshals undercover who bust the gangs dealing in a substance that could make crime uncatchable. No convictions, no justice. I-Marshal Danny Tierney and his partners are about to find the source of this awful product, but reporter Faith Vedder is showing up at the worst places. When she appears at the scene of Danny's near-murder, he goes all the way to see her safe He'll need to when the demon he thought he'd destroyed hunts them all down Resurrection sucks when the bad guys have it.

Jocelyn: Wow! I can't wait!
Jack: Vigilant was released yesterday! Look for Gangbusters in the next few months. Then Weber and Danny can retire to the good life with their women.

Jocelyn: Thanks for the chat and being willing to get so personal.
Jack: Thanks go to you and all your readers for hanging out with me today.

Want more of sneaky, sexy, dangerous Jack?
Read steamy, peril-packed excerpts, check out awesome reviews, and watch a kick-ass book trailer:
http://www.michelehart.com/b15-book.htm

Read the First Chapter of Luminous Nights:
http://dreneebagbypresentsfirstchapters.blogspot.com/2010/08/luminous-nights-by-michele-hart.html

Look for Luminous Nights by Michele Hart
Buy Link: http://www.BookStrand.com/luminous-nights
ISBN#: e-book 1-60601-884-1 * Print 1-60601-885-X
Available @ BookStrand Publishing, Amazon Books, Barnes & Noble, Books-A-Million, nearly everywhere!

Explore Vigilant by Michele Hart
Buy Link: http://www.BookStrand.com/vigilant
ISBN#: e-book 1-61034-396-4
Vigilant is awaiting you now @ BookStrand!
Watch a mysterious book trailer, read sizzling excerpts:
http://www.michelehart.com/b27-book.thm

Love, light, and laughter!
Jocelyn Modo
http://www.jocelynmodo.com/

Day Two of the Three Days of Hart!

Day two and it's time for a sneak peek of Michele Hart's new book, Vigilant !





One surviving hijacker is charged with the murders of a hundred citizens.
One cop sees her innocence.

Alliance I-Marshal Weber hauls Yadira to her home planet and infiltrates the human-trafficking ring controlling her. But he finds himself unbearably attracted to his witness. A gift for detecting deception reveals she's the next victim of a criminal industry.

Descending into shadowy worlds of slavery, Yadira endures a dark angel stalking her dreams and watches the quiet I-Marshal become dangerous in her defense. Everything about him moves her…except the memory of seeing him execute the most important man in her life. Shouldn't she take vengeance? Delusions of a heavenly guardian affect her mind.

Slavers and demons plan to snatch her from Weber's custody while he is uncovering connections, and Weber won't hesitate to execute the guilty surrounding Yadira. Who but a son of fire can save her from fiends harboring hardcore fantasies of harming her?

Copyrighted Work..
[This excerpt is R-rated.]
Shower

The steam engulfed her, and water jets pounded her. The shower spray beat her body into bliss, reinvigorating her. Weber stood for the abuse, standing spread eagle and enjoying the rough massage. It felt very good, and he looked very good doing it. She wanted to put her hands all over him, but she'd never done such a thing before. She tried to make it feel normal and ordinary that she showered with a naked man. A big, handsome, strong, protective, brave man. It was a naughty thrill for her just to stand in the same room with him and look at him, clothed. The man moved her.
"Weber, what do you know of angels?"
"It's angels again… I thought you didn't believe in them. Have a few dreams changed your mind?"
She hadn't told him of the second dream. They hadn't had time between the daredevil escape from the Alliance's clutches, the visit to the doctor's lab, and the awesome view outside their hotel window. He revealed himself in incremental hints to see if she caught on.
"Maybe it wasn't a dream," she proposed, her eye on his default expression of stoicism. The water droplets raced down his hard body like shooting stars. "Maybe they were visitations. I thought I was asleep, but I wasn't. Did I tell you the angel confessed to me he was a part of you?"
"No, you didn't tell me that part. What color was your hair when he spoke to you?"
Her hand went to her hair beneath the pour of a showerhead massaging her scalp. She looked down to see her saturated black tresses covering her breasts and thin black drizzles of the hair color draining down her body with the water. "I didn't notice. Why would that matter?"
He took the small distance separating them, and he put her into his arms, the sprays all around them. Naked and pressed against him shut her mind down to all but what he did to her.
"It seems to me if they were simple visitations, your hair would be black, as it is in this reality. If your hair were blond, as you truly are, how the Maker made you, then you may have been taken to a spiritual realm where corporeal bodies don't exist and the barriers dividing souls is thinner. A place where only truth exists. Your black hair is a lie and couldn't appear there."
She smiled in surprise of his answer, had expected a denial. "You hold revelation of the spiritual world, Marshal. Does that mean you have the soul of an angel?"
Parting the pour of water from his face, his hair drenched and slicked-back, he smiled in reply, as if he'd bested her. "No, it means I can use the terminology to make you think I do know much on the subject."
She frowned at him and wished she could tell when he lied.
After all the stress of the hard day had been beaten from them, Weber adjusted the pressure of the jets as she soaped up a bath scrubber in her hands. When she attempted to bathe herself, he snatched the scrubber away.
"You can't have that," he told her, like an order given her by his badge. "You can't bathe yourself. You must wait for me."
With the heavenly subject of conversation past them, her shyness rushed back to disable her. She pulled all her dark hair around her to hide behind. She saw the moment he picked up on it, and she shouldn't have thought he wouldn't notice. It was his job to read clues. And she was too inexperienced to fake having been in this position before.
He took her hand and guided her to the wall away from the main assault of the water, and he gently put her back to the tiles. Taking the soap into his hands, he stood very close to her, and he teased her into a kiss. His naked closeness stirred her, his alpha-male nearness subliminally dominated, and she was surprised how every step he took toward her sizzled her into a surrender that shot tension and thrill through her.
His sensuous mouth. She recalled noticing the bow of the angel Dokiel's lips before he kissed her. They were very similar to Weber's own.
When she was mesmerized by his lips, he put the soap in her hand, then took it to his chest. Then he trapped her small hand under his, and they slowly soaped his big arms and shoulders, his sinewy chest and river-rapids abs. She watched his hand, the only other part of Dokiel she'd seen, scribbled with tattoos of angelic script. Weber's hands were very similar. The angel's and the cop's hands were big-palmed, long-fingered, hot to the touch. The contact drew the air from the room for her, and she felt a mixture of want, excitement, and uncontrolled arousal she'd never felt before. But she'd never touched a man like this.
He gave her his sinewy back while he shampooed his hair, and she sudsed him down, driving away the shyness. Her hands all over his body, his broad, hard back, his narrow waist, his round ass. He was an extra-fine specimen of man. Her thighs were on fire just from touching him.
There was no way her chastity would last the night. She wanted to pack it in a shiny wrapped box with a big bow and hand it to him. It would soon be his.
Her soapy hands reached his hips, and he guided her hand around to his manhood. She took a big, anxious breath for the experience. Together they sudsed his thick, stiff shaft, gently bathing him. He was so hard and bigger than she expected. She knew for sure he would hurt her. Touching him just made her hungrier.
He groaned. "If you keep doing that, we'll never leave this shower."
***Vigilant
by Michele Hart
Buy Link: http://www.BookStrand.com/vigilant
Available @ BookStrand.com! ISBN#: e-Book 1-61034-396-4 * Soon in Print!

Read cool excerpts, watch a mysterious book trailer at:
http://www.michelehart.com/b27-book.htm

Check out Luminous Nights, another I-Marshal adventure!
http://www.BookStrand.com/luminous-nights
ISBN#: e-book 1-60601-884-1 * Print 1-60601-885-X
Available @ Amazon Books, Barnes & Noble, everywhere!

Read the first chapter:
http://dreneebagbypresentsfirstchapters.blogspot.com/2010/08/luminous-nights-by-michele-hart.html

Read steamy, power-packed excerpts, check out awesome reviews, watch a kick-ass book trailer:
http://www.michelehart.com/b15-book.htm



Love, light, and laughter!
Jocelyn Modo
http://www.jocelynmodo.com/

Day One of the Three Days of Hart!

Welcome grrrrrls to the first day of what I am calling The Three Days of Hart!

Today you have the opportunity to learn about the kick ass sci fi romance book Luminous Nights by Michele Hart. Be sure to check out the excerpt; it will hook you right in.



Cop or convict?
How many faces can one man own?

An assassin wearing a holographic mask and a prison tattoo boards Rachel's freighter during a prison riot, intent on collecting gadgets capable of changing a man's identity from the black-market gang who'd stolen them. Rachel's never sure of Jack's identity nor his goal, but he claims to be an Alliance I-Marshal. Cop or convict? The clues never stop contradicting. She's horrified to find the bright holographic mask conceals the gruesome face of a monster. And the badge doesn't slow him from murdering people right before her eyes.

When Rachel learns Jack will trade innocent lives for the digital miracles, she determines to make the mercenary grow a heart. How could a stone-cold killer kiss her so hotly? How could she kiss such a dangerous deceiver?

Jack has done years in prison to learn who'd stolen the remaining Gemini ticks, 3-D magic. Nothing will keep him from gaining extreme technology capable of unleashing galaxy-wide chaos. Forget feelings for Rachel. She can't stop him from killing everyone involved.

***
Prison breaks, alien chocolate seduction, super weapons, doomsday devices, explosions, narrow escapes, murder-defying deceit, and threats of genocide, all while riding a harrowing
roller coaster with a man wearing a holographic mask.
Crazy fun! Frightening adventure.

Reviews for Luminous Nights:
Happily Ever After Reviews – 5 out of 5 Teacups + a Recommended Read!
Fire Pages Reviews – "Wickedly awesome!"
The Reading Reviewer – "What a complete and utter treat!"
More Reviews Here: http://www.michelehart.com/b15-book.h...


***Copyrighted Work.
(This excerpt is rated R for a sexual situation.)
Reward for a Hero

"Where did you pitch our tent, Luminous?" Rachel asked Jack, stepping over dew-wet sticks and leaves toward a light deeper in the moonlit forest.
"Stop calling me that," Jack said, tugging her into the treeline.
"Stop calling you Luminous?"
"Yeah. Don't call me that. That's not who I want to be with you."
"Should I tell everyone?"
"No, just you. I don't want you calling me that."
It was progress that he wanted someone to know him beyond his life as a government assassin.
Beyond the camp firelight, he led her to a tent beyond the woods' edge and out of view. Jack's camping light was turned on inside. Incense smelling just like the incense she kept in her quarters smoldered in the air. How did he do that?
He held the flap open, and she entered, spotting pillows atop their sleeping mats. She peeled her flight jacket away from her body, and the sudden coolness struck her.
Jack swiftly stripped himself down to nothing. Her eyes could go nowhere but to his hard-toned, toasted flesh and the poetic rhapsody of muscles gliding over his big frame, tightening, then releasing. Heat traveled through her with the cresting waves of his sinewy shoulders, eating up the cold.
Her smile at his golden and beautiful nudity defied taming as she watched him climb into the covers and drag thick blankets over the mats.
"It's getting pretty chilly on this space ball." Ironic to his unclothed condition. He dragged his backpack over to the bed. "We need to generate some heat in here."
His smile grew naughty, and his eyes followed her hand pulling the tie from her hair.
He went back to digging into his pack. Her breathing altered just knowing what he could do to her with that fabulously proficient body and his fine imagination. She stripped herself of clothes and dived into the covers to keep from freezing. She watched him retrieve the gold-foil wrapping of the Eltanin dark chocolate and he smiled at her gaze fixed on the shiny package. His first chocolate kiss had been the most blood-heating kiss of her lifetime. Was the chocolate addictive? Or was it all Jack?
Sight of the square brought back physical recall of tasting it on his mouth when he'd taken it from her breasts. She could smell the cocoa brandy mixing with his own masculine scent of wood and man.
"You say I owe you a kiss," she said.
"Not just any kiss. Your hottest kiss from the sexiest part of Hell."
The hunter sighting his kill, he eyed her and peeled the gold-foil wrapper too slowly. She studied his dilatory possession of the chocolate, intentionally driving her mad wanting to taste the delicacy again. The memory of Jack's chocolate kiss caused her now to crave the confection and his kiss, almost like a drug addict yearns for his demon. It sent a hotter wave through her to smell the chocolate and him together again.
Then, suddenly, she didn't care about the chocolate at all.
Before he could say his next words, Rachel rushed to his mouth and kissed him with all the passion he'd inspired in her, every tingle he'd given her, every moan from last night and this morning. She pushed him down to the mats and indulged in the taste of him like he'd done her. She pulled away just enough to straddle his hips, her hair tumbling down into his face, drawing a chuckle from him.
Where the hell the chocolate went, she didn't care, but the smell of cocoa and Jack sailed her to a deeper want of him, robbing her of sense and shyness. She released all that into her hands, stroking his bare chest, enjoying the texture of his sun-toasted flesh. He was so big. Registering his height and girth was automatic, but she hadn't noticed how big was his ribcage, how wide his shoulders until she was looking over him, his body in her hands.
Feeling all of last night's hunger, she moved down to his mouth again and filled him with her passionate kiss, drawing a long groan from him. Her head swam with the stroke of his tongue. His hands moved from caressing her back to stroking the hourglass of her shape, and need for more of his touch roared through her.
Releasing him from her kiss, she looked down to him from above. His smile wasn't dirty this time but one of pure delight. She felt him swollen between her thighs, making her ache for him to fill her.
"Wow," he commented on her enthusiasm. "What did I do to deserve this?"
As if he'd forgotten, or that it was nothing, of little import, or something he did every day without reward.
"You saved Davi from a brutal attack, Jack. That beast would have killed him."
"I'm gonna save that kid's life every day from now on. I've never known you like this, Rachel."
"Get used to it. Every time you take your clothes off in front of me, I'm going to make love to you. Call it reward for a hero."
Jack tugged the blanket up to her shoulders, and brought her down to him again, and he filled her mouth with his hot, ravishing kiss. Her hips rocked forward in reaching him, and she felt his hand tease her, stroking her. She broke from his kiss to endure the ignition making her hungrier for him
Then he put his hands on her hips, and he pushed her down onto him, impaling her, causing her to throw her head back and rip a shriek from her mouth from the combustion his entrance gave her. He sat up quickly and his hands covered her cry. Her eyes popped open, realizing he attempted to keep the children from hearing their passion.
He held her there, she in his lap filled with crashing waves of ecstasy. She felt every inch of him buried in her body, and she shuddered with the rapture of it. It was all she could do to keep from calling out his name in delirium.
***
Luminous Nights
by
Michele Hart
http://www.BookStrand.com/luminous-ni...
ISBN#: e-book 1-60601-884-1 * Print 1-60601-885-X
Available @ Amazon Books, Barnes & Noble, everywhere!

Read the first chapter:
http://dreneebagbypresentsfirstchapters.blogspot.com/2010/08/luminous-nights-by-michele-hart.html

Read steamy, power-packed excerpts, check out awesome reviews, watch a kick-ass book trailer:
http://www.michelehart.com/b15-book.htm

Explore Vigilant, the sequel to Luminous Nights,
available tomorrow, April 26th!
Buy Link: http://www.BookStrand.com/vigilant
ISBN#: e-book 1-61034-396-4
Watch a mysterious book trailer, read sizzling excerpts:
http://www.michelehart.com/b27-book.thm



Love, light, and laughter!
Jocelyn Modo
www.jocelynmodo.com

Manic Monday Body

Welcome to Manic Monday! Time for a little free association writing on the word "body." Inspired? Post your free write in the comments.

My body is a work, imperfect. A line, crooked. A piece of flesh linked to others through unseen means. A covering, in which I'm hovering. My ghost hosted by body unbroken, soft spoken, a token, which pays off the reaper one more day, hour, minute. One second more and I may hit the floor. Empty. Meat with no bones to gnaw on. Angel with no earthly home. Still attached in spirit, and in breath, alone. Perfect in its imperfection, my body will not survive this infection, this life.

Love, light, and laughter!
Jocelyn Modo
http://www.jocelynmodo.com/

Happy Easter

I love Easter. Next to Halloween, it is my favorite holiday. The weather, the egg hunts, the kids all dressed up and looking adorable. My sisters and I loved it so much that we suckered our parents into hiding eggs for us when we were well into our late teens. Back then all I care about was the fun of the hunt and of course the candy, but now as a writer I wonder about the origins. Western society knows the biblical story of the resurrection of Christ that is celebrated on Easter, but what about the story of the Easter Bunny?

I've never heard the Easter Bunny called anything but the Easter Bunny but when I began researching the origins, I found that he is also known as Easter Hare and Spring Bunny. No matter what you call him, he seems to be the animal version of Santa Clause, bringing gifts--usually in the form of candy and eggs--to good little boys and girls.

Easter, like many now Christian holidays, was originally pagan. A festival celebrated by Saxons, they celebrated Eastre, the goddess of spring and offspring. The bunny tie-in is their prolific ability to reproduce. Eggs were brought in by Christians as a symbol of the resurrection. That's it, it's as simple as that.

If you want the full history of Easter and all kinds of interesting facts, check out this article by Arlene Wright-Correll.

Love, light, and laughter!
Jocelyn Modo
http://www.jocelynmodo.com/