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Guest Blog: Kaily Hart

Writing…it really is just YOU

Writing is hard work. It's grueling, mentally exhausting, sometimes stressful, anxiety ridden and SOLITARY! Well, unless you're a NYT bestselling author with an agent, publicist, editor and an assistant or two LOL.

Even then, it's still just you sitting at that keyboard creating and weaving stories. It's all on you to come up with the next idea and execute it the way you see it in your mind and within a given timeframe. No-one else can do that part for you. It's all on you to draw your inspiration from somewhere and wield enough discipline to keep going all in the face of increasing competition and possible rejection. Oh, and of course, none of us just write with nothing else to occupy our time.

There's family, other jobs, LIFE, which sometimes just gets in the way! In addition to being THE 'creative director', an author also has to worry about sales and marketing, branding and advertising, business planning and strategy, epiracy, going to conferences to continue to improve on the craft of writing and to network, and…probably a hundred other things. At least! I have to say for me…I love that part about being an author.

Yep, I like to be in charge. I've been the boss before and I really, really like it J. It's gratifying to know that it is just you. You're the one in control of your own writing destiny, you're the one steering your career, you're the one who gets to make all the decisions. It's kind of like being the CEO of your own little (perhaps VERY small J) empire and it requires you to learn and utilize a wide range of different skills. I just LOVE being an author!

Do you love YOUR job or do you yearn for something else, secretly or otherwise?

Do you have a dream job you'd prefer?

About Kaily:

Kaily Hart, a seemingly straight-laced mother of four left corporate America and a high-powered, lucrative career to be a stay at home mom. Ha! That lasted about four weeks, during which time she realized she had a deeply repressed dream —to write. And romance at that! By day, Kaily plays conservative wife and soccer mom, but at night crafts hot and steamy tales of romance and love with gorgeous heroes who wouldn't dream of leaving the toilet set up. Ever. She's smart and sassy, at least in her own mind, and is trying her best to bring the alpha male solidly back to contemporary romance, one hot story at a time. Two years ago she never would have thought she'd be doing this, but now that she is? Well, you couldn't pay her enough to do anything else.

Kaily's books, PICTURE THIS, PAY UP & PLAY ME are all currently available from Ellora's Cave and other ebook outlets.

If anyone would want to contact me (which I would love by the way) or just keep up with what I'm doing, you can find me all over:

Web – www.kailyhart.com

Blog – http://kailyhart.blogspot.com/

Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/kaily.hart

Twitter – http://twitter.com/kailyhart

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The Promo Ho and Red Ribbon Fairy contests continue! See details here! ~DD

Guest Blogger: Ann Jacobs

TIMELINES IN SERIES BOOKS

—more important than you'd think!

Well, summer's here, at least it is in the steamy part of Florida that I call home. My orchids moved months ago to shady spots outdoors, the DH's tomato plants are just about burned up from the sun…and I'm fantasizing about cooling myself off at the beach or in the pool. BEST RECEPTION, my latest contemporary BDSM, came out last week—I hope it went to Memorial Day picnics or into vacation to-be-reads with lots of eager buyers!

My good friend Delilah asked me to talk about the writing process, so I'll try to put into words my convoluted method for writing series since I'm now working on PRIME DEFENDER, the last of four books in my Necessary Roughness series for Ellora's Cave. First, about this time last year, came the idea for a spinoff from my Gridiron Lovers series—one that would deal less with football and more with the BDSM club where the guys go to play. That took very little effort because I loved Jimmy Bronson, a secondary character in COACH ME. I wanted to give him his own story—a big, lovable guy with a very unusual fetish that readers heard a hint about from Coach and his lady love.

So…I had my hero for one of the books. A person would probably think I would then sketch out the other main characters for the books. I didn't, though. Since Jimmy had this unusual fetish—and since I had decided up front that each of the books in the new series would explore an unusual BDSM practice, I picked three I found interesting. Then I sat back and did some research, trying to figure out what might cause different people to be dominant or submissive, why some would get turned on by things that would scare others away…and more.

Once I felt I had the psychology of my chosen kinks sorted out in my head, I sketched out a series proposal for my editor—descriptions of each hero and heroine, a brief idea of how the story lines would go in each book and a separate synopsis for each book. What I also should have done was establish a formal (written) timeline for the series. If I had, I would have avoided many revisions made necessary when my eagle-eyed editor noted inconsistencies among the books. But I didn't, and I digress…

Next, I started writing the books—one at the time, because I rarely bounce back and forth from one work in progress to another. SACKMASTER, the first, came out last fall; END RUN in February; and BEST RECEPTION last month. I'd hoped to have them released closer together, but two things came in the way: the publisher's decision to release a seven-book series of mine alternately with the Necessary Roughness books, and my aforementioned stupidity at having written myself into a corner by writing the Necessary Roughness series books as solo titles, not parts of an integrated, planned whole.

The series will come to a close with PRIME DEFENDER, which I set after the other three stories in order to avoid any lingering, head-scratching problems like the ones I encountered earlier. It's been a learning process. I've brought away the knowledge, if I ever again propose a series with multiple books sharing a tight time setting, that I need to outline the action in the first book and verify the consistency of action in subsequent ones, in order to save myself a great many unnecessary headaches.

Hopefully, this book will go well, and I'll be able to take a breather at the beach before the weather gets too hot to venture out from air conditioning. Thanks for inviting me to your home on the web!

Ann Jacobs

www.annjacobs.us

Like my new cover?

Just thought I'd share the cover of my upcoming Samhain release in its full-sized glory. The dedicaton reads: For anyone who loves Texans and vampires and doesn't like having to choose between them… So now you know…

If you'd like a sneak peek, you can read an excerpt here: Undeniable

I'll be out of town Friday through Sunday because I'll be attending Lori Foster's get-together in Ohio. Hope you enjoy the guests I have lined up to keep you entertained here! Be sure to stop in and welcome them while I'm away!

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The Promo Ho and Red Ribbon Fairy contests continue! See details here! ~DD

Guest Blogger: Sayde Grace (Contest)

Hello everyone! First let me say thank you to Delilah for letting me guest blog here today. Usually when I guest blog I have a clear idea of what I'm going to say or do but today I don't. Instead I'm going to send you all on a treasure hunt. Below you'll find a list of websites and things that I'm looking for. Find them all and I'll enter you in a chance to win all four of my books.

Ok, let's begin.

1. What is the title of my cowboy series?

2. Who is the next book in my cowboy series about?

3. What are the titles of my paranormal romances?

4. Name the blogs I participate in.

5. My latest release is….

6. Auburn Football or Alabama Football? I'll give you a hint! ROLL TIDE BABY!

All right everyone. Here are a few websites to help you with your search:

http://www.wildrosepress.us/wilderroses/

http://www.sirenbookstrand.com/

http://saydegrace.com

Ok, remember to comment and that if you get them all right you'll be entered to win free digital copies of all four of my books. Have fun y'all and thanks again to Delilah for letting me take over today!!

Sayde

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The Promo Ho and Red Ribbon Fairy contests continue! See details here! ~DD

A Question…

I'm out the door this morning—early. O-dark-thirty early. And since I'm yawning over the keyboard, I'll keep this short.

What is one vacation destination that many people think is fabulous, but which you personally have no desire to ever visit (or revisit)?

Remember, there are two contests prizes you can work on winning today. See yesterday's post for details. I'll check in later today to read your answers and start a list of vacation destinations I never want to visit!

Enjoy Your Day & Two Contests

In case we forget what today is all about.

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I never got why folks would say "Happy" Memorial Day. Seems strange given it's a day we honor our dead warriors. So instead, I'll just say, enjoy your day. Play with the kids. Grill some burgers and hot dogs. Swim in the pool. That's what my plans are.

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For those of you who won things in recent weeks, be watching the mail! The red-headed spent Thursday packaging for me, and I went to the Post Office on Friday. So your booty should be arriving soon!

So, now I'm ready for another round of fun! I have two new contests I'm kicking off today. Both contests end June 13th!

1) The Promo Ho Contest

What can you win?

Depending on the number of entries, I will give away two $50.00 Amazon.com gift certificates.

What do you have to do to enter?

See the row of covers below? These books are in sore need of online reviews by happy readers. So I'm offering a tempting bribe. You know there won't be as many entries for this contest as for the next one, but wouldn't you like to have some cash to spend on new books? And who knows? Maybe you already have these stories sitting on your TBR pile. Time to move them to the top!

Give a review for one of these stories on one of the online bookstores. Send me the link. It can be the same review on three different sites, but send me three messages with the different links. Doesn't matter if the review is on the Ellora's Cave website, Smashwords, Amazon, Nook—send me the link to the review. Easy as that.

2) The Red Ribbon Fairy Contest

What can you win?

What you see in the picture below. This red-ribboned beauty is a four-inch tall Strangeling Fairy trinket box. Be warned before you enter! This will be the start of a new obsession.

What do you have to do?

Post comments. Here on my blog and on my Facebook. Every comment you make over the next two weeks will count as one entry. How easy is that?

Guest Blogger: Rachel Firasek

Recently I read an awesome little contemporary erotic romance by the wicked talent, Delilah Devlin. Saddled has been in my nook for a few weeks and I've been waiting for a free minute to dig in. Now, I bet you thought this post would be my on-my-knees-kissing-DD's-toes post, but I think I'll surprise you. I'd rather talk about pushing the boundaries.

Without giving too much away, there was a scene in this book that had me shoving my nook across my pillow and calling my hubs in for some clarification (as if he's the expert on ménage) (lmao) on the capability of a scene. Of course the "I don't know, want to try it?" didn't shock me—that's a man for you—but the part that really got me was the boundary that had been broken. This is the first time I've read this in any book. (I can't tell you what it is; you'll have to buy the book) Then I started thinking about other novels of DD's that I've read. Darkness Captured was another one of those that shocked me. There is a scene in that book with some foliage that made me a truly devoted fan. (Letting in on some of my deviant nature, lol)

Okay, so here's what I've learned from my studying the fab Delilah Devlin's writing:

1. If you are going to break a boundary, it has to work. It has to work in the world and it has to work in the flow of the book. Yes, Saddled threw me for a loop, but I was right back to reading it to find out what those two hot cowboys would do next.

2. If you are going to tease your writers with a boundary you plan on crossing, you better cross it in a big way and then deliver on the goods. Don't give it to us, then cut it off. I want details, flavor, smells, and emotions. I want it all.

3. Know that not every book has to cross a boundary, but if you do it once, you're fans/readers will expect it again at some point. This is what builds your loyal reader base. This is what keeps me coming back as a reader.

So, I'm sure that there are a million other lessons I could have learned about boundaries, but these were the three that stuck out. I hope you are now ready to dig into your own writing with new purpose and hint of the forbidden. Have a great weekend and a very safe Memorial Day!

When empath Piper Anast meets sexy, tormented vampire Bennett Slade, she stumbles headlong into a telepathic connection with his missing daughter—and lust.

As they close in on the evil creature holding his daughter—and each other—Piper's powers turn deadly. She must face down demons she never knew she had if any of them are to survive her fury.

For more information about this book and to read an excerpt go here.

Buy here

Rachel's writing career began at the impressionable age of twelve with a poem dedicated to the soldiers of Desert Storm. A dark macabre affair that earned her a publication in an anthology and many raised eyebrows from family and friends, she hid her poetry and artistic style for years…

Tucked away in the heart of Central Texas, with the loving support of her husband and three children, she dusted the cobwebs from her craft. Returning to those twisted regions of her mind, she creates dark urban fantasies and soul-searching paranormal romance.

To learn where love twists the soul and lights the shadows, visit Rachel at http://www.rachelfirasek.com/

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The winner of the Mermaid Journal is….Melissa P! Melissa, send an email to me at del…@delilahdevlin.com with your snail mail address. Congrats!

For the rest of you, be sure to check back tomorrow. I'll start TWO new contests that will run while I'm away.

Snippet Saturday: Hot Spots

I'm blogging in two places today. Be sure to check out the Samhain Blog where I'm talking about Cowboys, but be sure to comment here first to be entered in the Mermaid Journal contest (details in Tuesday's post)! The winner will be announced tomorrow! ~DD

What can be hotter than Hell? In Darkness Captured, I tortured my characters, sending them to The Land of the Dead, forcing them to submit to untold indignities and dark pleasures. It was a completely decadent, utter joy to write. Here's a snippet. Hope you enjoy!

"Delilah Devlin delivers an erotic tale of good and evil elevated to a higher level… The erotic scenes in this book are hotter than Hades and ten times more tempting. I dare you to resist!" 5 Cups, Coffee Time Romance

"Darkness Captured is…another steamy sensation!… Delilah Devlin is definitely the mistress of erotic romance!" Reader to Reader Reviews

"Another hot read of dark sensuality, riveting situations and jaw-dropping desire." Fresh Pick!, Fresh Fiction

"Devlin creates memorable characters with exceptional emotional depth. Her magical worldbuilding sets as atmospheric scene for a fast-paced story. The sexual tension runs high and the encounters are smokin' hot." 4 Stars, RT Book Reviews

Driven by insatiable desire, a werewolf will enter hell to rescue a princess captured by the Master of Demons…

Headstrong and proud—a royal creature of sinuous grace, all primal instinct and lethal beauty—the shapeshifter Gabriella has agreed to serve as emissary to the vampires who rule in the shadows of the New Orleans night. But she cannot resist the pull of the demon she glimpses on the other side of a mirror, and she is drawn to him hungrily, through a magical portal into the Land of the Dead. Now an eternal nightmare awaits Gabriella at the hands of a mesmerizing dark lord who satisfies her every erotic need…while slowly devouring her soul.

The powerful warrior wolf Guntram Brandt is responsible for the safety of the vanished princess he swore allegiance to years before. Yet it is more than a soldier's loyalty that pulls Guntram down into the depths of nightmare—for Gabriella ignites within him a burning animal passion that must be satisfied.

But when offered an escape, will she follow her rescuer to safety—torn between her lustful obsession with the dark lord who has enslaved her and her fierce sensual attraction to the only wolf who could ever master her?

Bright light streamed into The Master's chamber, softened only by the mesh curtains closed against the morning sunlight.

Gabriella cracked open her eyes and listened, but heard no footsteps, no breaths or faint heartbeats. She inhaled through her nose, but found only the stale aroma of sex and Marduk's fading musk.

She was alone.

Gingerly, she sat up, grimacing at the small intimate aches. Her mind spun with the images that flitted through her mind of all the nasty things she'd done. Her hand smoothed over her skin, touching on raised welts, still hot to the touch. A glance downward assured her they weren't all that visible, were no longer red, just shallow stripes of raised flesh. She pinched one and groaned, loving the way the pain induced a heady arousal that rushed beneath her skin, flushing her, heating her sex.



"I'm such a slut," she whispered.

And she was no closer to finding a means to escape. Already, her master's attentions were beginning to fill her head with thoughts of what a life here with him would be like.

However, she wasn't a bird like Simon's kestrel, which could be forever happy inside her golden cage. She was a wolf. Her innate pride and independence would eventually rise up to nip her in the ass. As attractive as the demon was, she couldn't forget what he was or where they were. Reaffirming her goal, she dropped her hands away from her hot skin and rose from the sumptuous bed.

She bathed quickly in the pool, keeping an eye out for movement from the sandy floor, but the vines behaved. Perhaps they only responded to the dragon's urgings. She ruthlessly thrust aside a niggling disappointment and finished washing her hair and body with the potted soaps Xalia had left behind.

Because even the shredded skirt and bra had disappeared, she walked nude to the balcony and brushed her hair in the sunlight until it and her body were dry.

By the time she'd finished her ablutions, she was bored and pacing inside the chamber, an edgy anger growing along with her hunger. Silently, she railed at how quickly Marduk forgot all about her when he wasn't thinking of his own pleasure.

She walked to the door, pressed an ear to the wood, but heard no sounds outside. Trying the latch, she found that this time it depressed. She cracked open the doorway and peered into the stairwell.

It was empty.

Thoughts swirled inside her head. She knew it was risky, but she longed to stretch her legs and needed to at least try to gain her freedom. And because she hadn't clothing or shoes to make an escape, she backed away from the door, shook out her hair, and let the change come over her.

Her shoulders drew back, her head fell forward, and then she dropped onto her hands and knees, barely suppressing an excited howl as hair sprouted over her skin and bones crackled and reformed. When she straightened on all fours and shook her fur, elation filled her.

She nosed open the door and sprinted quickly down the winding staircase, down to the bottom and out the door into cobbled street.

The melding aromas assaulted her nostrils, but she inhaled deeply, catching an elusive and familiar scent. She bent closer and drew in the scent, quivering when she recognized it.

Guntram was here! She dropped her nose to the ground, found another spot where his fading scent remained, then another a long stride further down the street and hurried forward, ignoring the gasps of people darting from her path as she rushed forward in her eagerness to find him.

Then she heard shouts and the heavy whomp of large wings and raised her nose from the trail she followed to see a winged creature swooping down. A thick golden ruff of fur surrounded its leonine head. Golden brown feathers cloaked its wide-spread wings, but it was the lion's paws, outstretched, claws extended, that made her heart skip a beat.

She whirled and headed the opposite way from Guntram's scent, away from the demon bird rushing toward her. She ran hard, her lungs burning, felt a snip at her tail and changed direction again. When another snip at her flank turned her again, she realized the creature was herding her, but she was panicked, couldn't take the time to think, because the thing was just above her.

Then she saw the open gates, saw the desert stretching in front of her and darted outside, flying down the grooved and graveled track to the bottom of the ridge where the fortress perched and ran for the dunes stretching as far as she could see.

The flapping grew fainter, a rumbling roar rose above her, returning to the fortress, but she was outside with a wide-open expanse in front of her, and she was free.

Gabriella ran as far as she could until her lungs felt ready to burst, then settled at the bottom of a dune and scratched at the sand, digging a hole to back inside and hide from whatever else might follow her from the air.

Only as her blood cooled, did she begin to worry. She had no water, and hunger rumbled in her belly. Worse, she hadn't a clue how far the desert stretched or if there was an end, a place beyond the hot, golden sand.

She'd have to wait for darkness, climb to the top of the tallest dune and have a look around. One thing she knew—she couldn't go back. Marduk would be furious she'd escaped.

She settled her muzzle atop her front paws. Happy at least that she was alone and had time to think about all that had happened, away from the enticements of her captor. She'd almost succumbed to his seduction, had been close to surrendering. She'd felt her will bending, nearly breaking beneath his sensual assault.

A shadow passed over the sand in front of her, so large it sunk her surroundings into dusk-like darkness.

She raised her head and watched a black cloud blot out the blazing sun. Odd, since there hadn't been a cloud in the sky when she'd watched from the balcony of Marduk's chamber. Then a distinct chill arrived on a breeze, and the blazing, empty desert blurred before her eyes.

The fur on her back lifted; her heart began to pound slowly. Something wasn't right. Then she remembered Marduk's warnings and knew she was in real trouble.

"True Hell" had found her.

Gabriella blinked, then glanced down. She was no longer a wolf, lying in a sandy den. She was in humanskin and clothed in a white shift. Her bare feet curled against cold, damp stone. Looking around her, the bare stone-block walls and arched ceiling above her head seemed familiar. She stood in the foyer of a stone keep, a tall oak door in front of her.

Voices carried from the beyond the door. She slumped toward it, her ear at the crack. Inside familiar voices whispered. Voices she hadn't heard in centuries.

Mother? Father? Dear god, where was she? And when?

"She's just a child," her mother's voice quavered.

A deep snort sounded. "She bled. She's a woman now. It's our way."

"They'll savage her."

"She'll survive. And she'll have a mate to protect her."

"It's too soon. Please husband. Let me lock her door. We'll wait until her next season. She has a right to know what is expected. I haven't had time to prepare her."

"You've coddled her. She should have known long ago."

A wolf howled in the distance, drawing Gabriella's attention from the heated conversation in the other room.

And suddenly she knew where she was, and what night this was, and her blood ran cold. Run to your room and lock the goddamn door! she screamed inside her mind.

But the girl she'd been didn't hear. Her young body heated, excitement of a sort she'd never experienced before flooded her body, moistening the place between her legs. She wondered if it was blood. Her menses, or so her mother had explained when she'd provided the rags she would use to protect her clothing. But it had ended a fortnight ago.

It was too soon for that to happen again, and the moisture was too hot and thin. Something else was happening.

Another howl, another voice, called to her, inviting her to run.

She ignored the conversation in the hall and ran on light steps to the tall wooden doors at the entrance of the keep and pushed them open. At the top of the steps, she shed her clothing, wanting to join the wolves, her playmates, in the forest.

Her mother's shriek sounded in the distance behind her, but she was already shifting, already running for the gate, her heart beating happily as she entered the forest.

Freedom awaited her there. Whining howls erupted around her and she called back, letting them know where she was as she raced toward the stream. Her pack's special meeting place.

Rabbits and deer would be feeding. A hunt would ease the tension coiling inside her body these past few days. She entered a clearing and halted, not recognizing the wolves that waited there.

Not her pack. Lone wolves. Ones her mother had warned her about. She began to back up, preparing to whirl and run the opposite way, but another blocked her path.

Low growls emanated from the two largest wolves in front of her, one a speckled gray, the other pure black. Teeth bared as the two males faced off, until the gray leapt, jaws opening and he took the black to the ground, rolling in the leaves and dirt.

She backed up, knowing she needed to escape because the other males weren't watching the fight. They watched her. And were slowly closing in.

She felt a cold nose nuzzle beneath her tail, and whipped around to snap, forcing him to jump back, but when she faced forward again, the black was on his feet and approaching, his head low to the ground, his eyes glinting in the darkness.

The other wolves continued to close in, and she began to quiver, knowing her escape was closed.

Frozen in place, terrified by the vicious flair of his nostrils and the length of white fang he displayed, she could only watch in horror. He came close, his nose sniffling along her sides, under her tail, his tongue lapping out to lick her there.

She folded down her tail and bent her back legs to escape him, but he nipped her flanks and she danced to the side, trying to evade his attention.

She understood his purpose now. Sensed on a primal level that the males had gathered because of her heat, because of the scent of arousal that carried on the wind, summoning them.

If one covered her, conquered her, she'd be his. Mated. Despite what her mother thought, she knew that much about their ways. If she was dominated, pierced and locked by his wolf's knotted member, she'd be his.

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Be sure to check out the snippets on these other authors' blogs:

Vivian Arend

Leah Braemel

Mari Carr

Taige Crenshaw

Eliza Gayle

McKenna Jeffries

T.J. Michaels

Emma Petersen

Jody Wallace

Guest Blogger: Tilly Greene

An Inspiring Man at 20″

There was a time when I drove an hour and a half each way to spend time with a man. Many know of his extraordinary strength, courage, ingenuity, and sexual prowess. He was always naked and prepared to conquer me, which is why I can tell you he is beyond gorgeous and a true hero. However, one day I turned around, and lost myself to another.

HA! A bit flowery, but oddly true. Way back when for almost three months I went once a week to visit and study a 76″ sculpture called The Lansdowne Herakles. That's right, he was originally known as Herakles until the Romans decided to call him Hercules, but enough about that. It was no hardship to study this particular sculpture and yet, no matter how wonderful he is, Herakles was not who inspired me to write Tied Up For Love, that honor belong to a lesser character who was broken.

When the work I needed to do was finished, I would leave the courtyard where Herakles stood and spend time with Marsyas. The sculpture is small at less than 20″ and has lost some bits, but he still packs a powerful punch. While his pose, arms stretched above his head, is seductive the story behind it isn't so much. I won't go into details as it plays a part in Tied Up For Love, although I will tell you he pissed off the wrong Olympian, and paid a big price for being the best.

The sculpture has been with me in photos I've taken over the years. That's right, I continue to visit him, although he's currently not on show – shame. Anyway, this is such a memorable piece that when I was sat down to write another installment in my Mythological Messes Redux series, I chose Marsyas. Not only was he cut off at his prime, but later artisans and mythologists messed up his origins, and his importance was lost.

The picture above [from the Getty Museum website] hung on the wall above my monitor and I wrote this man a seriously hot and somewhat kinky second chance.

Thank you, Delilah, for allowing me to share how a sculpture fed my need to write Tied Up For Love.

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Filla is a nymph used to the raucous ways of a Dionysian festival and allows a handsome newcomer, Marsyas, to strip her down for a passionate interlude while tied to a tree. After time spent alone, together, she knows little about him beyond the physical. However, her feelings for him are growing until he brings her back for the next festival, and suddenly she's not sure of anything.

Love is found in the most unlikely places, but will it last?

eBook now available at All Romance.

Tilly Greene

WARNING! Red hot romances ahead!

www.tillygreene.com

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Two more chances…

I am slammed this morning—the six-year old is getting Citizen of the Month at her school and there's going to be a special breakfast. Funny, considering she was kicked out of pre-school for misbehavior and spent three weekends in the high school detention center as a kindergartener for fighting. I'm not missing the breakfast!

So there will be no winner announced in the Mermaid contest this AM. I want to have the next prize ready to go and I have to look through a ton of entries here and Facebook. What I'm taking a helluva long way around saying is that you have one more shot at winning!

Post a comment here, or on Access Romance where I had to dash out another blog! So TWO more chances to win.

And as a side note, Her Soul to Keep is now ready for you to order! Be sure that if you do buy it, that you take a moment to tag, like and review it! I'd be forever grateful!

You can buy it at the following sites:

Buy at Amazon.com

Buy at Barnes & Noble

Buy at All Romance eBooks

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