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August 18, 2016
A bit of a sexy snippet from FL.E.S.H. #FridaySnippets, #hotromance
From my erotic billionaire romance - FL.E.S.H.Warning - Sexual Content
Flame and Pete are getting to know each other.
Pete tucked his hands under her armpits and tossed her backward onto the bed. The mattress shook as he climbed on. He knelt and rested on his heels, taking a moment to admire her naked body. "You are beautiful." His hands rubbed her nipples, enticing them to swell. He lowered his head and slipped the closest one into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, making it wet and hard.The touch of his tongue on her breast made her clit throb. A groan was all the response she could muster.Pete raised his head and faced her. His eyes were dark with passion. "I want to take you. Bury myself inside. I can't promise a marathon. I'm ready to explode." His mouth found hers. Both tongues explored each other. Tingles burned her flesh as his hands traced the feel of her body, the curve of her hips, the fullness of her buttocks, and the moisture between her legs. He shifted down the bed then ran his tongue along the inside of her right thigh. She moaned with pleasure.
FL. E. S. H.FLame's Electrifying Sexy HeatWhen secrets conflict with dreams, love explodes.
After a mistake by a surgeon’s scalpel shattered Fuchsia Quinn's dance career, she picked up the pieces of her life and moved forward. As the owner of a small, struggling dance school in a depressed neighborhood she supplements her income with a late night job at a dive bar. Haunted by the fear of humiliation, if her secret is revealed, her life was under control until the night he walked into the bar.
Peyton Lang, having run from a bad neighborhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire. Frustrated that his current multi-million dollar project is stalled, Peyton drops in to LEATHER-ICIOUS for a simple drink and late night entertainment. What he saw was a beautiful redhead. What he found was he wanted her.
After a lusty night with a hot pole dancer, Peyton and Fuchsia's worlds are about to collide.
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What people are saying about FL.E.S.H.5 Star ***** I had never read any of Daryl Devore's books and man, am I glad I read this one! Peyton is the guy we all want and Fuchsia is a girl who is not giving up on her dreams. When the two collide, everything is turned upside down and the result is hot, but also laugh out loud funny. I will definitely have to read more of Devore's books!
5 Star ***** This is the first book I have had the privilege of reading by Daryl Devote (Devore). I'm hooked!! Peyton and Fuchsia's story was full of heat and love. Their playful banter had me laughing out loud. I would definitely recommend this book to my family and friends.
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I have decided to pull back a bit on blogging for the summer. Canadian summers are short and I don't want to spend lots of it inside prepping blogs. If you see an available date and you'd like to promo a new release or a backlist or an up-and-coming book, leave your email addy in the comments and I'll get back to you ASAP.
August 17, 2016
A Lovely Yoga Thought on Thursday #yoga
I know a lot of people who could use this thought. They don't feel they are "good enough". Love yourself first then worry about everyone else.
August 16, 2016
Good News - Bad news thing for Guy This week's Book Hooks - Daryl Devore's Brace for Impact #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor
Paix and Guy are stranded on a tropical island. Guy is separated from Paix and is washed into the ocean by a hurricane. He makes his way back to shore.
A crack of thunder ripped him from his nap. Exhausted and confused, he looked around. Bad news, he was lost in the middle of a massive lake of solid black hardened lava. Good news, at least he was far enough away from the water. Every muscle in his arms complained as he pushed to standing. His legs shook, threatening to collapse. He moved his right leg forward, stumbled, but caught himself. After a few steps he reached a small mound, he climbed it and peered through the rain.
Brace for Impact This is the release of the single story taken from the Crashing into Love box set.
What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for a rookie flight attendant and a sexy R.C.M.P. officer?
But Fate had other intentions.
After leaving a disastrous marriage, Paix Allcot begins a new career as a flight attendant. The romance of travel plus the desperate need to be on any other continent other than the one her ex is on seems like a dream job. For the first time, Paix is no longer a trainee and the passengers in economy class are under her care. Especially the handsome passenger seated in 36C.
Guy Lapierre, undercover officer, is following a vicious human-trafficker. He has little time for relationships. Too many innocent lives are at stake. But when the plane crashes and Guy is stranded on a tropical island, he is forced to work with Paix to survive until he discovers that the man he is tracking is Paix's older brother.
Can a pink bra and a hot night on the side of a volcano save the relationship and their lives?
Review - Daryl Devore's book was fantastic also it was probably one of my favorites of the set. I was crying at the end thinking the worst but it turned out great.
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August 15, 2016
Out Now—Passion’s Last Promise (Club Aegis #4) by Christie Adams #outnow
Blurb:
Hers to protect…his to serve…
When a failed kidnap attempt leads to CEO Dr. Simon Northwood acquiring a bodyguard, he isn’t prepared for close protection specialist Ros Edwards, a former captain in the Royal Military Police. Experienced submissive though he is, having a woman stand between him and any further threat is completely untenable.
Assigned to protect the genius behind a project of national importance, Ros unexpectedly encounters the most delicious man she’s met in a long time. As a Domme, she’d love to play with him, but even if he weren’t in need of her professional skills, there’s no way he’s submissive.
A determined man. A stubborn woman. When passion flirts with danger, the last promise is the toughest one of all…
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*****
Excerpt:
“Problems, Miss Edwards?”“Not at all, Dr. Northwood.” She turned towards him and slipped the smartphone back into her jacket pocket. “A minor logistical issue, that’s all. Is there something I can do for you?”“I was wondering if we were still on schedule to depart for Oxford as planned.” From what he’d heard, Simon had his doubts.“Of course, sir. As I said, a minor logistical issue.” She paused, fixing him with her coolly assessing gaze. “I was just about to make coffee—would you care to join me?”He had a conference call in a few minutes, his third of the day, but Simon suddenly found himself more in need of a shot of caffeine, and another opportunity to try to goad her into going Domme on him. He’d been trying all week, and this morning was the closest he’d come yet. He strode over to the desk to call his PA.“Alicia? Can you let Martin know that he’ll be handling the finance call in ten? Give him my apologies—something’s come up that requires my attention elsewhere. Thanks.” He replaced the receiver and turned his attention back to his bodyguard. “I don’t mind if I do, Miss Edwards.”She gave a brief nod in acknowledgement. He watched her disappear into the adjoining kitchen, only to hear seconds later the crash of breaking glass followed by the colourful and creative cursing he was coming to associate with his beautiful bodyguard. Simon headed for the epicentre of the disaster.As if someone had flicked a switch, his nonchalant attitude came to an abrupt end. Ros was running her hand under the tap, washing away the blood that was oozing from a cut to her hand. Broken glass littered the worktop and the floor.Simon’s protective instincts kicked into action, sweeping aside all thoughts of provoking her again. He grabbed the first aid kit from one of the cupboards. “Let me help.”“It’s all right, I can manage.”“No—you can’t. What happened?”To his surprise, she allowed him to take her hand in his. Strong and capable, it was at the same time neat and feminine, with short but immaculately manicured nails. No rings, but as he’d told himself the first time he’d checked, that didn’t necessarily mean anything.“Kamikaze glassware.” Ros glanced up at the open cupboard. “When I was getting the mugs to make the coffee, I accidentally nudged a couple of tumblers. They decided to take their name seriously and try out for the Olympic gymnastics team. I can tell you now, their technique sucked.”Simon pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh at the latest glimpse of her taste in humour. She’d caught him unawares like that once or twice before, with a little nugget of dry wit. “What were you trying to do? Catch them or juggle with them?”She shot him a dark scowl. At that precise moment, she looked more like the recipient of a sense of humour bypass, then he realised she was more annoyed with herself.“I was picking up the pieces. Some of the shards started slipping out of my hands and I grabbed at them on instinct. Stupid thing to do. At least it’s not my right hand.”He quirked a questioning eyebrow.“Trigger finger.” She waggled the digit at him. “Can’t pull a trigger if I’m bandaged up.”“Or if you end up slicing through tendons.” Simon’s slightly harsh tone was a reflection of his discomfort at the way she spoke so candidly of using firearms. “A dustpan and brush might have been safer than trying to pick up the broken glass.” He nodded in the direction of the tall corner cupboard.For a moment she looked like she was about to argue, but then the change in her expression and a tiny, careless shrug acknowledged the truth of his words. Simon turned his attention to her injuries. There were some superficial cuts but the main one wasn’t as bad as he’d first thought—she’d probably get away without needing any stitches in it. Having confirmed there was no glass in the wound, he pulled on some surgical gloves and ripped open a sachet containing an antiseptic wipe.She was standing so close now. He tried not to be distracted by the calm rise and fall of her breasts, or the subtle floral scent of her perfume. He tried not to respond to her steady gaze resting squarely on him. He tried not to think of the probable reasons why a former RMP officer never even flinched at the sting of the antiseptic.Having put a couple of Steri-Strips on the cut, he then made the move that was his downfall. It was the small, insignificant act of glancing up at Ros’ face. She was staring at his hands in rapt fascination, lips slightly parted, almost inviting a kiss.Carpe diem. The Latin phrase blazed through Simon’s mind like a meteor. She hadn’t responded to provocation, so perhaps a different tactic was called for. He swept aside the memory of the altercation they’d had a few hours earlier, focusing instead on this moment.Simon pulled off the surgical gloves with a snap. In a club, he’d never dream of doing what he was about to do—it went against everything he’d been trained for, but this was an opportunity he couldn’t afford to miss.Before Ros could move away from him, he took her uninjured hand in his and raised it to his lips. Before his inner voice could convince him he was making a huge mistake, he pressed a gentle kiss to her palm.“Dr. Northwood.”He wasn’t expecting the sound of his name to send a delicious shiver through his body. The formality, though…just as guilty of that as she was, maybe even more so, but he wanted it to end. “Simon.”Desire would be held back no longer—he claimed the sweetness of her mouth, and prepared to take his punishment for crashing through her boundaries…
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Author Bio:
After winning an erotic short story competition, Christie Adams waited over twenty years to follow it up with her first full-length erotic romance. The second publisher she approached picked it up, and after a brief spell with them, she moved into the exciting world of indie publishing.When she was asked about how she got into writing, Christie realised she’s been putting pen to paper—or fingers to keyboard—for longer than she thought. It all started in her teens, with stories featuring characters from her favourite TV shows—usually action dramas—but in her imagination, those characters were given a romantic life to go with the all-action one their audiences saw.From there, she progressed to romantic novels featuring characters of her own invention, but success eluded her until she spotted the erotic short story competition in a magazine.Christie lives in north-west England. When not at the day job, she can usually be found wrestling with the characters in her latest novel. Occasionally she finds time for sleep, and maintains her social skills through, among other things, regular attendance at a pub quiz, which forces her to think about other things besides plots and characterisation.
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I have decided to pull back a bit on blogging for the summer. Canadian summers are short and I don't want to spend lots of it inside prepping blogs. If you see an available date and you'd like to promo a new release or a backlist or an up-and-coming book, leave your email addy in the comments and I'll get back to you ASAP.
August 14, 2016
A fun and thought provoking post by Melissa Keir - Does Life Imitate Writing or Does Writing Imitate Life?
Does Life Imitate Writing or Does Writing Imitate Life?We’ve seen the jokes about not ticking off an author because you’d end up in their novel…I will admit to doing it. In my first book, the evil ex-husband was based in part on my real evil ex-husband. Of course, I took some license with the character. I didn’t use his real name. *grin*
But as a student of life, I enjoy watching people, seeing how they interact and listen to what they say. I’m the shy person who is in the corner of the party, watching everyone else. I know who said that your dress was ugly or who has the hots for the new arrival. I saw the waiter spit into your food because you called him a worthless jerk when he brought you what you ordered but didn’t like. All of these encounters are food for my writing. Some make it into a story, while others are simply reminders on how to behave in public. Or maybe a gentle warning to someone else. As I always share whenever I see a child run, “Be careful. Head injuries bleed a lot.” Which is entirely true because I’ve seen it and frankly tried to stop one child’s head wound.
But I digress….I recently finished my novella- One Night in Laguna and it was already uploaded and waiting to go live when one scene in the story came true for me.Here’s the scene:The breeze blew off the ocean. She looked out toward the waves, too caught up in her worry for Rose to enjoy the smells and sounds, now. Then, she remembered Jim, the minister, they’d met earlier. Hadn’t he mentioned Master Draikoh San arranging the wedding? Could Master Draikoh San help find Rose? Maybe Jim could get in touch with him. Lord knows she didn’t have his number. After all, Master Draikoh San has been known to work miracles. And at this point, Mel was losing hope.She prayed, running down the steps of the Mondrian’s pool area to the beach below. Darkness greeted her. Mel took three steps then her heels sank, and she crashed to the ground, spilling her purse contents along the sand. A tube of lipstick rolled under the steps. “Damn it. Stupid girl. Why didn’t I take the shoes off?” She stretched and reached to grab everything then stuffed it back into her purse. Yet the one tube had been swallowed up by the darkness. “Crap. That was my favorite shade. But I’m not sticking my hand under there. I’m sure some lovely she-crab will look great in that color.” She raised her gaze toward the sky as if to demand God return it.“Excuse me. Daddy says you aren’t supposed to swear,” a high-pitched voice called out.
And here’s what happened to me…My husband was working. Alone in the house, I wanted to get to the grocery to pick up a few things to surprise him with for dinner when he came home. After putting the dogs in their cages, I sat down and zippered up my anklet cowboy boots. I grabbed my purse, the grocery list and locked the door. As I ran for the yard, my foot stepped on a loose slab stone sending me off balance. My ankle twisted and I tried to catch myself. I put my next foot down and it wobbled. Next thing, I’m on my hands and knees in the yard, straddling the walkway. My left hand is in a pile of dog poop.
Luckily, no swear words and only a few bruises on my knees. And good news, I did find the mess before it ended up on the carpet. Now did I write the story and it set about the events in my life? Probably not but life does have a way of coming around. I’m sure I’ve seen people fall and laughed. The old banana peel slip and fall was a common gag on old black and white movies. Maybe you’ll have to watch and see if this event shows up in one of my future books. *grin*
Here’s another look at One Night in Laguna…Schoolteacher, Melanie Whitman’s dating life is in shambles when her boyfriend and former boss dumps her. Her best friend arranges for Master Draikoh San, matchmaker extraordinaire, to provide her with a night to remember.Breakout star of the third season of the reality TV show Laguna Nights Cole Hayes was burned by the limelight and started a family. After a messy divorce and looking to move back into the dating scene, he agrees to a one-night stand.Can Cole and Melanie create a relationship that will last a lifetime, or will their one-night stand crash in the waves of Laguna Beach?
Excerpt:“Do you recall who changed my life?” A large grin played across Lauren’s face. It was the look she gave when she knew something and couldn’t wait to tell. Mel had seen it a million times, but it’d never made her stomach jump.“Yeah….” Melanie nodded. “Your husband.” She pointed to Mac. “He gave you the happily ever after.”“Nope.” Lauren’s smirk encompassed her whole face. “Master Draikoh San.”Melanie stood abruptly, knocking the chair to the floor. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish searching for her meal. “What did you do?” Scrunching up her brow, she advanced on Lauren, who began to inch backwards.“I…we….” Lauren stumbled with her words. “You’ve been so upset.” She kept backing away. But Melanie advanced like a bull toward a flapping red cape.“Lauren…tell me you didn’t.” She stopped and put her hand over her stomach then over her mouth. “I think I’m going to be sick. You’re going to tell me that he couldn’t find a date for me. No man would agree to date me. I’d be the one woman who’d ruin his perfect record. No Date For You.” The last part she mimicked the voice of the Soup Nazi from her favorite sitcom.Lauren grabbed hold of Melanie’s arms. “Mel, snap out of it. We’re not going to lie to you…. You do have a match, and you leave in three days for California.”Cherri screamed and grabbed Melanie out of Lauren’s arms. “Sunshine, beaches, bikinis. We have to do some shopping, girl! And maybe a little styling and waxing, if there’s time.” She twirled her around. “After school. My store. Be there.” With her declaration, Cherri released Melanie and headed toward the door. “See you later.” She studied Melanie from toe to head. “I’ll even give you the employee discount!”
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What real life events would you put into a story? Would you use a book to kill off someone you didn’t like?
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I have decided to pull back a bit on blogging for the summer. Canadian summers are short and I don't want to spend lots of it inside prepping blogs. If you see an available date and you'd like to promo a new release or a backlist or an up-and-coming book, leave your email addy in the comments and I'll get back to you ASAP.
August 12, 2016
A cozy mystery by Lynette Sofra - Cocktails and Lies #cozy #mystery
COCKTAILS AND LIESbyLynette Sofras
Genre: Cozy Mystery
When Hannah’s house is burgled, she gains as much as she loses: she meets Jan, her reserved Dutch neighbour and successful antiques dealer, and Callum, the detective in charge of the case, then finds some hidden letters to her dead grandmother that take her on an emotional journey of discovery.
As Hannah juggles the attentions of the two men now firmly in her life, she works to uncover the secrets of the past, only to find these encroach on the present in unexpected ways.
And then there are the two men in her life, both vying for her attention, both hiding things from her and each other. What does Callum really know about Jan? What is Jan hiding from everyone? And what did her grandmother—whose house it once was—hide from the world?
As if Hannah doesn’t have enough mysteries to solve, her best friend Rachel enlists her help in solving her marital crisis, while her pleasure-seeking mother seems intent on finding her a husband.
With so many skeletons rattling the door of Hannah’s house, can she unravel these mysterious threads and reveal the truth, changing her life forever?
“Have you seen any more of your Good Samaritan neighbour?”
I caught the hint of sarcasm in his tone.
“No, but then, as you no doubt established, he probably has a better view of my house from his balcony than I do of his apartment.”
He raised an eyebrow and I’m sure I detected a fleeting spark of amusement in his light brown eyes. “The reason I ask is that I understand his auction house has a substantial art deco collection catalogued in the next public auction. If I’m right, that’s scheduled for next Wednesday. I thought he might have told you, in case you wanted to replace some of your stolen items.”
The sting hit like a double whammy. In the first place, hearing this from him, rather than Jan hurt, and the second pain—a more prolonged ache—was the guilt at not protecting my grandmother’s treasures better. I felt I’d lost a part of her that I wish I could have preserved. Replacing her material legacy was not high on my agenda, but no one seemed to understand that. The house felt that bit emptier without them, but replacing them with similar items would not make that any better. I needed the original items back, not copies. And that’s when it struck me.
Grandma’s stolen pieces were not the sort of items that were going to be melted down and made into a different form. They weren’t great works of art, but they were genuine collectors’ items that had value to someone in the art world. My grandmother had left them to us, to my mother, my sister and me with love. They belonged here, in Grandma’s house and that’s exactly where they should be returned. Now I had a mission, to hunt down my grandmother’s legacy item by item, and return everything to its rightful place.
………………….
I sat back in my seat, gave my upper lip a surreptitious swipe with my finger to make sure there was no froth on it, and looked into his friendly eyes.
“Perhaps I never really felt a sense of ownership to my grandmother’s belongings. The burglars didn’t take anything of mine—not that I have that much that would interest them anyway, or anything to which I have any great attachment. As you pointed out, they left a fairly valuable ring behind, so all they wanted was Grandma Elouise’s stuff. She had some lovely antiques and art deco pieces. I might never have bought them myself, but she left them in my custody when she left me her house, so it’s like I’ve let her down by allowing them to be stolen. And that’s what makes me angry. Does that make any sense to you at all?”
He sat watching me for quite a while, before picking up his cup and taking another swig of coffee. At last, he nodded. “Yes, I think so. But I also think a burglary invokes a kind of grieving process, and you’re still very much in the early stages of it.”
That made me laugh out loud. “I’m familiar with the stages of grieving. I deal with grief a lot in my line of work, remember. I’m not grieving; I’m just furious that some low-life broke into my house and stole my grandmother’s treasures. And I want to get them back. That’s all there is to it.” I knew anger was the second stage of the grieving process, but so what?
He smiled, not in the least offended by my outburst and asked in what sounded like a teasing voice, “And do you have an M.O.?”
I shrugged again. That’s not a habit I want to develop, since I've always considered it looks uncouth. “Not a definitive one, as yet. But I have a mother with the nose of a bloodhound, a friend who deals in antiques, another friend with contacts in the seedy criminal underbelly and a loss adjuster’s absolute best friend, the Internet.”
When he laughed, I couldn’t help noticing his good teeth. Nice and white and even. “So I’m your friendly neighbourhood copper now, am I?” he asked.
“Hmm… maybe. I’m working on it, anyway.”
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A former teacher, Lynette gave up her career in education a few years ago in order to focus on her writing and thus fulfil her childhood dream. She writes contemporary women's fiction, usually involving romance with suspense or a supernatural twist. Her first novel was an award winning contemporary romance, ‘The Apple Tree’. Amongst her other titles are 'Killing Jenna Crane', a romantic thriller, ‘Shopping for Love’, a contemporary romance, and 'The Nightclub' a romance packed with suspense. ‘Cocktails and Lies’ is her first cozy mystery. You can find more details of her novels on her website.Goodreads ✯ Twitter ✯ Facebook ✯ Amazon ✯ Website ✯ Blog
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I have decided to pull back a bit on blogging for the summer. Canadian summers are short and I don't want to spend lots of it inside prepping blogs. If you see an available date and you'd like to promo a new release or a backlist or an up-and-coming book, leave your email addy in the comments and I'll get back to you ASAP.
August 11, 2016
You got your hundred; now earn another fifty - from erotic billioanire romance FL.E.S.H. #FridaySnippets, #hotromance
From my erotic billionaire romance - FL.E.S.H.The shock of discovering who Peyton was sent Fuchsia to the hospital - now Peyton has to get there.
The fence around the perimeter was rusted, bent, and mostly missing. The front lawn could pass for a northern Amazon Jungle. The place was shit. And yet Fuchsia managed to give a tiny area of it life. There was joy in the children and relief in the parents as they waited in the hallway. What magic could this wondrous lady have?He snorted and watched the cab turn, tires squealing, into the parking lot. Whatever magic she had, it had worked on him. How was he going to fix this?The cab had barely screeched to a stop when he jumped in the backseat. "Hillside Hospital. You got your hundred; now earn another fifty."The force of the cab's lurch forward shoved him into the seat. He fumbled with the seat belt, but managed to click it shut. The ride was probably going to be wild, and he didn't want to die just yet. He needed to talk to Fuchsia. He needed to explain things. What he needed most was to see her smile.
FL. E. S. H.FLame's Electrifying Sexy HeatWhen secrets conflict with dreams, love explodes.
After a mistake by a surgeon’s scalpel shattered Fuchsia Quinn's dance career, she picked up the pieces of her life and moved forward. As the owner of a small, struggling dance school in a depressed neighborhood she supplements her income with a late night job at a dive bar. Haunted by the fear of humiliation, if her secret is revealed, her life was under control until the night he walked into the bar.
Peyton Lang, having run from a bad neighborhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire. Frustrated that his current multi-million dollar project is stalled, Peyton drops in to LEATHER-ICIOUS for a simple drink and late night entertainment. What he saw was a beautiful redhead. What he found was he wanted her.
After a lusty night with a hot pole dancer, Peyton and Fuchsia's worlds are about to collide.
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What people are saying about FL.E.S.H.5 Star ***** I had never read any of Daryl Devore's books and man, am I glad I read this one! Peyton is the guy we all want and Fuchsia is a girl who is not giving up on her dreams. When the two collide, everything is turned upside down and the result is hot, but also laugh out loud funny. I will definitely have to read more of Devore's books!
5 Star ***** This is the first book I have had the privilege of reading by Daryl Devote (Devore). I'm hooked!! Peyton and Fuchsia's story was full of heat and love. Their playful banter had me laughing out loud. I would definitely recommend this book to my family and friends.
What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions13- Blog Available until September14- Blog Available until September15- Author Spotlight – Melissa Keir – One Night in Laguna16- Author Spotlight – Christie Adams - Passion's Last Promise17- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor18- Thursday #Yoga19- Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets20- Blog Available until September21- Blog Available until September22- Author Spotlight – Seeking Hope by J.M. Maurer23- Author Spotlight –Viviana MacKade – Guns for Angels24- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor25- Thursday #Yoga26- Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets27- Blog Available until September28- Blog Available until September29- Author Spotlight –Lisa Wadler – The Draig's Woman30- Author Spotlight –31- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor
I have decided to pull back a bit on blogging for the summer. Canadian summers are short and I don't want to spend lots of it inside prepping blogs. If you see an available date and you'd like to promo a new release or a backlist or an up-and-coming book, leave your email addy in the comments and I'll get back to you ASAP.
August 10, 2016
Another yoga thought on Thursday #yoga
I'll let you ponder this one on your own.
