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Guest Blogger: Ashlyn Chase

Why I Write Straight from my Shameless, Outrageous, Warped Imagination

by Ashlyn Chase

I just read an article about how comedy writers should not use too much humor and how they should temper it, i.e. curb the urge to let the heroine crawl out the bathroom window. Huh? What's wrong with that? Hey, I've done it myself (and I'm not just talking fiction!).

Fine. Some people aren't comfortable letting their slips show. Isn't that what editors are for? To reel us in when necessary? I don't care if my Freudian slips show and it seems to be okay with my editors. Even more okay with fans. I can hardly believe that I actually have fans or that my work generates great reviews and reader mail! Maybe others are warped too, I don't know.

What I do know is this. 1) Our world can use a few good belly-laughs and a lot of love. 2) I enjoy writing when I'm having fun with it and the more fun I have the less I care what people think. And 3) Readers can tell when words come from a place of passion and truth. My passion is making people laugh.

And truth? You might think that's an odd word to describe a fiction writer's goal, especially one who writes Vampire and Shapeshifter comedies. Here's the thing…a wonderful quote I read ages ago said it best. "You must be fearless to be a writer." I wish I could remember the fearless female's name, but I can't. The idea being that each writer has some sort of truth to tell, regardless of the manner in which they tell it. It takes guts to tell your own truth with your own voice. If you try to write "safe" you run the risk of boring your audience, and boredom is death to an author.

We all have words to live by. Whether positive or negative, some of these words hit a chord and stick. I've found some wonderful mentors along the way who've imparted words of wisdom I'll never forget. My number one wise woman was my mother. She often said to me, "Nothing ventured; Nothing gained." Yup. She was right. Well, except when great things just fall into one's lap with absolutely no effort, but how often does that happen? It even takes faith, foresight, and effort to buy a lottery ticket.

She also said people would be jealous of me all my life. Wow, that was a trip to lay on a teenager! But she was right about that too. And you can't let jealousy stop you. Some people will be jealous of the time you spend writing. Tough noogies. Some will be jealous that you can do something they can't. Yay you. Who knows…some people might even be jealous that you once had the guts to climb out a bathroom window to avoid a lounge lizard who thought he could charm your pants off. So what? Be fearless enough to write about it. Whatever your gift, embrace it. Be passionate about it. Write whatever you really love and take no prisoners!

GIRLS WHO BITE is out the door!

For those of you following the Girls Who Bite project (and those of you waiting to hear about who gets accepted)—I wrapped up the book and shipped it to Cleis. I included one or two too many stories in the collection, but will let the editor there do that cut. And until I hear final approval of who remains in the lineup, I'm keeping mum.

I know I hate it when I'm waiting on an acceptance, but now I'm on the other side of the fence. And I get it. Needless to say, I had many, many wonderful stories I had to leave out. Some didn't follow the guidelines (especially that Happy For Now or Happy Ever After thing), and some were a little too gruesome for a romantic-leaning collection. Some were wonderfully written but with a similar theme to another story I included.

As soon as I hear anything, I will start sending out acceptances and rejections.

In the meantime, I have one more book to wrap up this week. Almost there…

One down, Two to go

NaNo Day 29:

Viking-2—3185 words

TW—0 words

Today's the last day you'll see that annoying little note at the top of the post. The one where I brag or whine about my page count for the previous day. I'm finished with NaNo for 2010—which means, I finished the book. The Viking one, that is.

I wrapped it up early yesterday afternoon after spending a week polishing the pages I had. I only had the last chapter to write after I finished the edits. Sixteen frigging pages today for a total of 406 pages of sexy goodness. And since I was thoroughly sick of it by the time I wrote "The End"—I shipped it to my Berkley editor. Hopefully, by the time she sends it back for her rounds of editing, I'll recover my enthusiasm.

That doesn't mean I get to rest. I still have two more deadlined books to complete this week. Last evening, I threw myself straight back into edit mode, but on the Girls Who Bite book. Someone else's words—a lot of someone elses. I should wrap that one up tonight, and again, I'll ship it to my Cleis editor. Oh yeah, I have to write the foreword for the book.

I think I better brew a cup of coffee because it's going to be a long day. Oh! And how cool is this? Last night, Breaking Leather was #1 on MBaM, and Four Sworn made a return appearance at #8! Woohoo!

So not the meek one

NaNo Day 28:

Viking-2—1836 words

TW—0 words

The militant not the meek shall inherit the earth. ~Mother Jones

Okay, so that saying's completely random. Not sure why it struck me as something I wanted to post here. Maybe it's because I've been singlemindedly heading toward this trifecta of deadlines, unwavering in my intent. I'm close. I know the most important of the three will be off my desk late Tuesday. I'm praying the second will be gone Wednesday. But I'm thinking I may need one more day to finish the last one. So one day late on one deadline. Not too bad, huh?

Not that I'm bowing to the pressure. Everyone around me knows to leave me alone. I snap and snarl. My eyes are so bloodshot I look as though I've been on a week-long pub crawl.

When the smoke clears, I hope I can recover my bright, bubbly self. And I'll have to diet for weeks. I've been living off coffee, english toffee cappuccino mix and Dove dark chocolate. Since I've been wearing only pajama bottoms and sweats, I won't know the true verdict until I try on my jeans.

Yesterday, I completed another four chapter editing blitz of the Viking book. I read another eight Girls Who Bite stories, corresponded with an author regarding changes to her amazing short, but didn't touch the TW novella. I just didn't have the energy left, so I cut off working at six and headed over to spend some time gossipping with the red-headed hellion. If I think my life's hell, she can always do one better. So I returned feeling smug. Thanks so much dd for putting my teeny-tiny stressors into perspective!

What has you stressed out?

Sunday Report Card

NaNo Day 27:

Viking-2—1777 words

TW—1364 words

Almost there. Almost there. Almost there. I feel like the little engine that could. Three days left and I can see the end in sight, but I have to keep glued to this chair. Can't let up a second.

This week was a bit of a mixed bag. I took two days off to visit with relatives who came in from Iowa. We went shopping (I bought some beautiful baroque, champagne-colored pearl earrings—that took care of my jewelry fix). But those two days cost me dearly. I had to write for 13 hours straight yesterday. Will do the same today. I will not miss my deadlines!

So, summing up, this last week, I:

* Added 34 pages to Viking-2. I completed heavy edits for chapters 1-16.

* Added 20 pages to TW, and completed heavy edits for chapters 1-2.

* Read around 20 stories for Girls Who Bite, and assigned them to the Reject/Maybe/Yes! folders.

* Completed final line edits for True Heart (coming January 4th!).

By Wednesday of this week, I have to:

* Finish edits of chapters 17-23 of Viking-2.

* Finish writing chapters 5-7 of TW and complete editing too!

* Finish reading all GWB stories, revise those I'm keeping, and plunk them into the manuscript.

Let's hope I can keep up the pace, because I HATE to be late. Y'all have a terrific week. Think of me. Almost there. Almost there…

Saturday Snippets: Bad Dates

My cowboys would never have a bad date. However, my heroines aren't exactly perfect. One heroine in particular had a very rough time getting ready for a date with a cowboy who's way out of her league…

Night Watch

Schoolteacher Amy Keating never planned to be a voyeur, but one innocent glance into deputy Logan Ross's bedroom window has her hooked. Now she's into a world of sexual play she never knew existed…

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The next afternoon, Amy was on her knees sliding out the shallow plastic box from beneath the bed, eager for a little dress-up. She'd already spent the day cleaning the house. Now she wanted to do everything she could to give herself a little boost in self-confidence before her date with Logan.

She'd pulled a dress from her closet, still wrapped in plastic from the store. The short, navy sheath with tiny sprigs of pale gray and pink flowers had been bought on a whim and never worn. Too short for school, and with no man around to inspire in her the courage to actually wear it in public, it had stayed at the back of her closet. But not tonight. A pair of silver sandals, also never worn, would complete the ensemble.

The choice of dress and shoes had been the easy part. She hoped what was stored in the bin would solve the rest of her problem. She pulled the black thong panties and corset from the bin, and bit her lip, wondering if the corset was too much.

It was another gift from her happily married sister whose answer to all dating woes was the right underwear.

Amy dropped her robe on the bed and slid into the panties, enjoying the thrill of the narrow strip of fabric sliding between her buttocks.

She felt naughty and a little braver when she turned in front of the mirror to assure herself her butt didn't look like a sumo wrestler's.

The corset wasn't as easy to don. The slender cords cinching the waist laced up the back. Before attempting to put it on, she fed the strings through the eyelets, leaving them loose, and then shimmied the silk garment up her long legs and tugged it over her hips. That was the easy part. Reaching behind her to draw the ends of the strings up and tighten them took a contortionist's skill, but then it wasn't designed for a woman to put on, or remove, by herself.

The thought of Logan seeing her in this drove her to persevere. She wanted to impress him. Let him think she was less of a mouse than she really was.

The thought of what he'd done last night, how he'd kissed her, what he'd said, had left her warm and pink-cheeked all day long.

Last night had only been the beginning.

This morning when she'd pulled into the teacher's parking lot, his squad car was already there. He'd unfolded his large frame from his seat when she brought her Honda to a halt and walked to her door.

She'd been breathless, caught off guard, seeing him so soon. Dressed in his khaki uniform shirt, dark pants and a cream cowboy hat, she'd melted into gooey puddle. She'd sat stunned until he opened the door and leaned inside to brush her lips with a swift, chaste kiss.

"Let me get your things," he'd said.

He'd shouldered her bag and carried her books like any other high school male trying to make a good impression on a girl, and she'd been plenty impressed.

So had Carla and Vanessa whose jaws dropped as he strode by, walking at her side.

After he'd laid his burden on her desk, she'd noticed the bulge in his pants pocket, but she'd been too polite to comment. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small apple, rubbed it on his shirt sleeve, and left it in the center of her desk without another word.

Then he'd turned, walking past the girls and winking at them before leaving.

The girls had rushed forward, swarming her.

"Oh my God, Miss Keating! Is he crushin' on you?"

She'd laughed as they'd squealed, feeling almost as giddy as they had, then assured them that he wasn't "crushing" on her, but letting slip that he had asked her on date.

They'd made her swear to tell them every detail, and she'd crossed her fingers behind her back because if things went as she hoped, there was no way on God's green Earth that she'd ever tell a soul.

"Dammit." The ties behind her back defied her. She gotten them almost tight enough to cinch her waist, and then dropped the strings. Rather than loosen them and start over, she hurried to the kitchen and drew a set of tongs from the drawer beside the sink.

But as she was turning she caught a glimpse of Logan, pulling into his drive. Her attention snagged, the tongs brushed the wall, hitting the garbage disposal switch.

The dry grating noise from the disposal as it ground to life startled her, and she dropped the tongs on the floor, bent to pick them up, and started turning back to the sink to switch off the disposal.

That was when she felt the corset cinch tighter. Amy tried to pull away from the sink, wondering what she'd caught the ties on, but couldn't budge. In fact, the corset continued to constrict around her waist, drawing her backwards toward the counter. Then the disposal began to make a horrible, garbled noise and cut off.

With a fateful certainty, Amy knew exactly where the ends of the slender cords were stuck.

Panicked, she reached for the knife drawer, determined to cut the cord, but her long arms couldn't quite reach.

With her back to the counter and her body pulled tight against it, she stood helpless for several minutes wondering what she could do.

Her house was too far from Logan's to shout for help. Besides how embarrassing would that be?

Her gaze landed on the phone on the opposite counter. If she could just reach the phone and hit one of her speed-dial numbers…

Lord, she couldn't see the digits from here. Whomever she reached, whoever came to help, it was going to be a long damn time before she lived down the humiliation.

Tears welled in her eyes. She'd so looked forward to tonight, but this was the pinprick to burst her euphoric bubble and return her feet to solid ground.

Logan Ross was willing to take her out. Probably willing to fuck her. But he wasn't going to stay in her life. However much she longed for it happen.

* * *

Logan answered the phone on the fourth ring, having rushed straight from the shower. Water ran off his skin and hair in rivulets, dripping on the carpet. "Ross here," he barked, irritated because he'd recognized the number on his Caller ID.

"I know you're off duty," the dispatcher, Nancy Sessions, said, "but we're sending you on a call."

Logan heard snickering in the background and nearly hung up the phone in her ear. He'd been teased mercilessly when he'd let slip about his date that day at work. Seemed his buddies thought the match a bit odd.

"Since you know I have plans for tonight," he gritted out, "why the hell are you calling me?"

"Um…" She broke off, and more muffled snickers sounded on the line. "We're short-handed…besides we knew you'd want to handle this one…p-personally." The last word sounded as though it had been squeezed through an accordion she was laughing so hard.

Logan never liked to let anyone get to him, proving a lack of self-discipline, so he took a quick breath and tightened the towel he had wrapped around his hips before he responded. "Okay, I'll bite," he said evenly. "What's the emergency?"

"Seems your pretty little neighbor…has gotten herself into a p-predicament…," she said, her voice tight, laughter edging every word.

Amy? His heart stopped. He dropped the phone and rushed to the door, pausing only long enough to slip on a pair of flip-flops before running across the grass separating their houses.

Moments later, he pounded on Amy's door. "Amy? Are you all right? Open the door!"

"Oh my freaking God," came a faint mournful voice. She sounded near to tears.

"Amy!" he shouted. "Open the door if you can."

"I can't," she groaned.

He backed up, preparing to kick it in.

"It's open. Don't bust it down for God's sake!"

He turned the handle and entered, his gaze panning a living room, then narrowing on the opening into the kitchen where the sounds of soft shuddering sobs emanated.

Jesus, had she injured herself? Was she bleeding out? He rushed through the doorway, and then skidded to a halt on the tile floor when he saw her. She was backed up to the kitchen sink, her body bent unnaturally. Her hands clutched the edge of the counter beside her hips–her narrow, but nicely rounded hips.

"You're not hurt?" he asked softly, noting the tears welling in her eyes.

"Just stuck," she said, her voice sounding thick and raw.

Relief, poured through him, and he nearly smiled at her predicament, but he knew she already felt humiliated. Her face and the tops of her tiny breasts were flushed a deep rose.

His gaze snapped back up to hers. "I'm here to help."

"I called 911," she said softly, then sniffed. "Wasn't sure who I reached when I called. Had to hit speed dial with my toes."

His gaze dropped to the phone on the floor, and he realized she must have had to reach those long, long legs up to the opposite counter to reach it, toppling it down before she nudged the button with her toes.

"They called me since I'm right next door." And because they knew darn well he was excited about his date. He strode toward the telephone, picked it up and set it on the counter, hanging up the handset to cut the connection, knowing he'd just spoiled the rest of Nancy's fun.

"I couldn't reach a knife or scissors," she said, sniffing. "The strings got caught up in the garbage disposal."

"I see," he said softly, turning back to her. No wonder her back was arched so sharply. And beautifully. Her body was bowed; the bottom edge of the corset had risen to bare a pale ribbon of flesh above the silky material of her thong panties.

Logan slammed the door on the arousal creeping into his dick. As much as he was tempted to take advantage of the situation any man would enjoy, he had another agenda to advance.

She needed him.

"There are scissors over there," she said, lifting a hand from the counter to point to a cup filled with pens.

Logan shook himself, knowing he could get lost staring. He retrieved the scissors and walked slowly toward her. He had to stand close to see around her. Black silk cords, stretched taut, disappeared into the garbage disposal.

He snipped them, and then caught the ends as she pulled away from the sink. "Let me," he said, "You still have plenty left to tie a bow."

"I feel so foolish. I never wear anything like this…"

"I never would have pictured it either," he murmured.

"Should have stuck to white panties and bra."

He finished the bow and cupped her shoulders from behind, then leaned forward to breathe in the scent of the soft brown hair she'd twisted into a messy knot at the back of her head. "I think you're lovely."

Her head angled sharply toward him, and he drew back. "Really?"

"To tell you the truth, I've been picturing you in granny panties. That image in my head has kept me hard for weeks."

Her eyes widened. Her teeth nibbled at her bottom lip. "I can change."

"Don't. I think it's sweet you wanted to make an impression. But did you really expect me to see this, tonight?"

Her blush deepened, and her glance slid away. "I shouldn't have assumed you wanted me…that way."

His hands tightened. "Oh, I want you, all right. But not before you're ready. I don't want to rush you. We've got plenty of time to get to know each other."

Her gaze slid away. "What if I don't want to wait?" she whispered.

Logan's plans to woo her slowly crumbled at the hint of longing in her tone. Logan cupped her cheek with his palm and turned her face back toward his. The stark hunger he saw in her hazel eyes was all he'd hoped for. "Since we both know you're going to need help getting out of this thing," he said softly, squeezing her shoulders, "keep it on and go finish dressing."

She nodded, her tongue swept out to lick her lower lip and he knew what she was asking for, even if she didn't.

He bent and pressed his lips to hers. Just a quick brush of lips was all he planned, but her tongue stroked his lip and he groaned, leaning closer. The tips of their tongues met then slid sinuously together.

He tamped down his growing desire and broke the kiss. "I better get out of here before I embarrass myself."

Her gaze dropped to the towel, then darted back up to his chest. "Not anything I haven't already seen," she said, a smile crimping a corner of her wide mouth.

He smiled. "Or tasted."

Her blush deepened as she met his glance.

"Get dressed. I'll be back in an hour." He strode away, adjusting his towel. As he crossed the yard, he heard an engine.

"Hey Ross!" came a shout from a squad car parked on the street between the two houses. Deputy Kramer raised a cell phone he held in his hand.

Logan shot him the finger and started cussing. No doubt his picture would be passed around the stationhouse and posted to the bulletin board. Him in his tented towel.

But he couldn't be too irritated. Not with the picture firmly burnished in his mind of Amy standing with her back arched like an exotic bird, the tops of her small breasts quivering with each ragged exhalation.

Her body was long and slender like a willow switch. Flexible.

What he'd seen of her narrow hips and buttocks aroused a predatory hunger. He'd wanted to keep her there, strip the panties down her long legs and devour her sweet heat.

The expression she'd worn was the only thing that had held him back. She'd been embarrassed to the point of tears, her modest nature compromised. He'd bet anything she would have preferred a stranger seeing her like that over him.

She'd wanted to make an impression. Prove she was willing to try to match his appetites.

Damn, he couldn't get the image of her out of his mind or the scent of her light floral perfume and heavier feminine musk.

Already, he was imagining her strapped to the St. Andrew's cross. He'd bet her limbs would stretch the length of the crossed ties. He also knew her long legs would wrap nicely around his hips, locking him to her body.

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A Question

NaNo Day 25:

Viking-2—0 words

TW—0 words

Like a lot of you, I have company underfoot from out of town and children crawling all over me because school's out. Today, the adults are going shopping! Yeah, I got talked into it. Thankfully, they aren't keen on going to the malls. We'll head into Hot Springs and troll the long downtown strip. It's always fun. I'll see if I can find anything to tick off my Christmas list.

Yesterday and today will be busts so far as word count toward NaNo and wrapping up the Viking book, but I have the weekend ahead of me. I won't crawl out of my mole hole (what everyone refers to as my office) until next week.

In the meantime, I have a question for you to ponder…

If you lived on a farm, which chores above all chores,

would you definitely not want to do?

Happy Thanksgiving!

Today's all about family, so I'm taking a little break. However, I did want to thank you all for making this such a spectacular year for me!

Thank you, thank you for your support. Pleasing Sir remains #1 on Amazon's erotica list. Breaking Leather is currently #1 on MBaM's website and is screaming up the list on Amazon as well. I'm very blessed with the loyalty of my readers. I'll keep working hard to please you!

Back to the turkey! Muah!

Guest Blogger: Berengaria Brown

NaNo Day 23:

Viking-2—1196 words

TW—198 words

I love chocolate. And vacations. But the best thing of all is vacations with chocolate.

Oh, and a delicious partner or two as well, of course.

So I guess it is not really surprising that vacations tend to run through my books. Or maybe it's just that my characters like to go on vacation too.

In "Huldah's Two Hikers", Huldah, Derek, and Corey went on a three-day hike in a National Park. Then in "Double Satisfaction", Imogen, Gage, and Liam spent a week at a luxury resort.

My latest book, "Summer Sizzle", is not a ménage, it's MM. But it is set on vacation. At the beach. This particular beach is one I have visited and adore. In fact, the book is dedicated to the beach, as it was the inspiration for the story. Not the characters, they just appeared in my head, demanding their story be told. But how that story would unfold so the characters could achieve their Happy Ever After? It was the beach which decided that.

Craig and Seth took one look at each and lust erupted between them.

Of course, achieving an HEA wasn't that simple, but the beach did its utmost to ensure it happened.

Summer Sizzle

Craig and Seth are both on holidays at Two Waters beach. The lust between them is instant and fiercely hot. Sex at the beach, in the woods, in the sauna… When they take a break from having sex they discover they have many interests in common and begin to build a relationship outside the bedroom.

Their growing intimacy is interrupted when Seth is called to a meeting at the school where he teaches. Seth is shattered when he and most of his colleagues find themselves suddenly unemployed due to school consolidation. His well-ordered life has come to a crashing halt, along with his vacation—and perhaps his romance.

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Summer Sizzle—Warning: MM

"Enough," said Craig, standing up. "Let's go to bed."

"Good plan." Casually Seth dropped his towel and let his cock lead the way out of the room.

Craig retrieved the lube and condoms from the bathroom while Seth pulled the covers down the bed. He piled the pillows up behind his back and lounged against the headboard, his legs spread, his cock pointing straight up.

"God, you look hot." Craig had left his towel in the bathroom and was now naked. His cock was huge and hard, the head reddish purple with excitement.

"Climb up here and let me suck you. I want to play with that barbell."

Craig slid across the bed, his arms open to pull Seth into a bear hug. They wrestled a little on the bed, each one demonstrating his muscles but both careful not to hurt the other. Seth, larger and stronger than Craig, ended up on top and sat across Craig's hips. Then he swiveled around to lie on top of the other man, and sucked Craig's cock deep into his mouth. His tongue played with the jewelry, rolling it and sliding all around it, then slipping into the eye of his cock to lick the tiny drop of liquid already there. Then Seth relaxed his throat and took Craig in unbelievably deep. The other man groaned loudly. "God, that's good."

Craig wiggled around a bit so his mouth was level with Seth's cock and he began gently biting his way along the length. Seth let Craig pop out of his mouth for a moment to say, "Oh, yeah I like that!" before sucking Craig in again as deep as he could go.

While Seth sucked and played his tongue around the ridge and the piercing, Craig nibbled and bit, adding bites of pleasure-pain alternating with soothing sucking.

Very quickly Seth's brain was frying with sensory overload. The cock in his mouth tasted totally delicious. It was long and hard and hot, and playing with the barbell was fun. Craig was also very sensitive along the join between cock and cock head and Seth was enjoying teasing along that line, cranking up the tension. He opened the back of his throat wide and swallowed as much of Craig as he could, taking the man impossibly deep and loving every moment of it.

Meanwhile the sensations coming from Craig's efforts on his own cock were setting his nerves endings on fire. Seth loved a little pain with his pleasure and the nips and sucks along his cock were just the perfect blend of pleasure and pain. Sharp tugs of teeth, soothing laps of tongue.

Seth deep throated Craig again, sucking with all his might, knowing he was close to coming and guessing that Craig was too.

Craig cracked a palm hard on his ass. His body jumped as he sucked even harder on the luscious cock in his mouth.

Craig slapped him again, hard, twice in quick succession. It was enough. His cock exploded huge bursts of cum and Craig's cock down his throat did likewise. Hastily Seth pulled his mouth back a little so he could swallow every tangy, spicy drop of cum, then sucked hard again, causing Craig to give him another spurt of delicious seed. He licked the head clean then sadly let the cock drop out of his mouth.

Craig dragged on his arm, pulling him around, and they lay together, heads on the same pillow, and cuddled. Craig reached down to pull the bedding over them and they relaxed into each other's arms, totally satiated for the moment.

Huldah's Two Hikers

Huldah aims to conquer the challenging three-day hike. Derek and Corey plan to conquer Huldah.

Derek is tall, dark and dominating. Golden-blond Corey is warm and caring and can turn a campfire meal into a feast. Huldah just wants to prove to herself she can navigate and hike the trail. But the two men are awfully yummy. And distracting. Besides, sex outdoors is very good, especially with two men at once.

Between them, Derek and Corey bring Huldah's passions to the boil and the three enjoy the hottest, most innovative sex ever.

Then Derek's bossiness starts to cause problems. What will happen when they reach the end of the trail? And will they even get there if Derek insists on doing the navigating?

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Double Satisfaction

Imogen, Gage and Liam relax at a luxury resort for a week's vacation and some extra-hot ménage sex. The gardens are beautiful, the meals are delicious and the facilities are excellent—swimming pools, beach, tennis and golf. The men are delicious too, and Imogen is having a wonderful time—until bossy Gage makes a few autocratic decisions that remind Imogen of her manipulative father. Imogen has to decide whether the best orgasms of her life are worth risking potential heartbreak.

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Breaking Leather is here!

NaNo Day 22:

Viking-2—2005 words

TW—1241 words

One for remembrance…one for healing…and one to seal her heart forever…

You already know it's hot—three sexy cowboys tag-teaming the one woman they all love, breaking down every objection she could have about why it's not gonna work… Besides the sex, which is orgasmic, there's angst enough to satisfy the most romantic heart. Click on the cover, buy it! You're in for a helluva ride!

Thanks to everyone who dropped by the past few days. Yesterday's winner of a free download of Breaking Leather is…Ute! Ute, congrats, and be sure to email me about delivery of your prize!