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Book With No Title on Wip It Up Wednesday #wipitup #WIPITUPWEDNESDAY

So this is an actual WIP. It has no name. It is affectionately known as The Book with No Title.  I've been trying to write it for 2 years. I slammed into a wall and am stuck.  I wrote FL.E.S.H. and Braced For Impact while trying to break through whatever the problem is.

So I thought to myself - cause that's who I think to - post it here and then I can look at it from a different view and maybe figure out what the heck the problem is.

So without further ado - here is the opening of Book With No Title (BWNT)


Droplets of blood seeped from Darien's wolf tattoo, mesmerizing him. They trickled over the inside of his bicep then splattered drop by drop against the bar floor. Dairen frowned. Why was the wolf bleeding? It was supposed to look sexy. Turn chicks on. Not bleed. He blinked as a thought formed. Maybe it wasn't the tattoo. Could he be bleeding? He didn't remember getting hurt. But that might be because he'd had too many vodka shots.Expensive gold infused vodka.An order snapped out in Thai ripped his focus away from the cost of the booze. Stumbling with the translation, his gut clenched. "Check everyone. Anybody alive. Kill them."A shrill female scream. A gun shot. Silence.That'd be one of the hookers. Damn. Hope it wasn't the one with the butterfly tattoo above her clit. She had a mouth on her than performed miracles. Dude! What the fuck! Must be the vodka talking. Stay focused. There are guys with guns out there. Darien stretched his neck and peered around the edge of the bar. In his line of vision, a male leg stuck out from under a table. Expensive looking shoe. Presumably Italian leather. Probably belonged to Nai Jâhng. Darien raised his eyebrows. Wow. Somebody had the balls to kill a Triad boss.He shifted his glance. A few feet to the left, lay a female arm with brilliant orange fingernails. He shivered at the remembrance of those nails grazing his balls. He focused on a tiny object a foot in front of him. Glass. Shards of it were scattered about. He frowned, trying to remember what happened. He'd walked behind the private club's bar to get another bottle of vodka when, one by one, bottles started exploding. And then he was on the floor looking at the blood dripping from his tattoo. He glanced at his wound. The bleeding had stopped. Okay, so he wasn't gonna bleed to death. Good. Now he just had to get his ass outta there. Past them. The guys with the guns. How the fuck could he do that?Voices interrupted his thoughts. The tones were panicked or angry and the speed was too fast for him to catch and translate, but he understood the meaning of the three rapid gunshots and a short groan. The door at the opposite end of the bar, leading to the kitchen swooshed as someone pushed it open.



 Just so you have a visual - this is the photo I've been using for Darien.



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Lindsay Cross' Men of Mercy - books 1, 2 and 3

Title: Redemption River, Men of Mercy (book 1)Author Name: Lindsay CrossSeries Name: Men of Mercy book 1Genre: Romantic SuspenseRelease Date: October 21stPublisher: Cypress Bend PublishingWord Count: approx. 74,000Heat Level: HotBlurb: Hunter James didn’t want or need redemption.
Until one mission turns his world upside down.
He left Mercy to fight for his country and escape a broken heart. Years later, he is hard. Cold. A man without mercy.  Part of an elite Task Force, he tracks a brutal terrorist to his home town. And runs into the woman who betrayed him…
 Evangeline Videl was destroyed when Hunter left. Determined to move on, she finds another man, but discovers too late the monster hidden beneath his smooth smile. Struggling to find the conviction to live, Evie finds her life spinning out of control.
Then Hunter returns…
Forced to band together to find the terrorist before its too late, Hunter and Evie must learn to forgive or risk losing the promise of redemption and their lives…
      Pre-Buy/Buy Links: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26101055-redemption-river?from_search=true&search_version=service


Excerpt:"Hey." His Southern drawl put Matthew McConaughey to shame. Slow. Sexy. And familiar.Her gaze traveled up the muscled torso to a pair of dark chocolate-brown eyes. Holy crap."Hunter James." His name breathed past her lips on a whisper. For the second time that night her heart stuttered and her stomach clenched tight. Hunter blocked her path, his towering six-foot-four frame packaged in a tight-fitting black T-shirt and jeans that showcased his muscles. His arms had to be twice the size they were the last time he’d been here. His gaze twice as intense. Her reaction twenty times that.According to the town gossips, he’d been back in Mercy for a couple of weeks, but so far he’d avoided her. And she’d prayed daily he would stay away. Every time he came home on leave, he seemed to make it a point to show up here. At her bar. With another woman on his arm. Making sure she saw he’d moved on. And each time her heart broke a little more."Need some help?" he asked.Her brain took a full minute to kick into gear, then another minute to reconnect to her mouth. "What?" "You look like you could use some help. Can I do anything?" His serious voice passed through lips that were way too tempting. She couldn't think. The man standing before her had gone AWOL with her heart over five years ago, like the tail end of a twister after a storm. Part of her had been happy he'd left. The other part had been devastated. Their love had been wild and crazy, but ultimately destructive. She noticed the knotted wood cane leaning against the table beside him. "What's with the cane?" Hunter grinned and shifted his weight to the side. "What's with the wet clothes?" He extinguished his cigarette and stepped away from the doorway leading to the upstairs apartment, his limp noticeable. Evie crossed her arms over her chest, the action squeezing more beer out of her bra. Her lips pressed into a tight line and she forced herself to answer, "Wet T-shirt contest. It's a new thing we’re trying."Evie straightened her arms, clenching and unclenching her fists at her sides in time with the ticking in his jaw. A couple day’s stubble graced the hard planes of his face, only a little shorter than the black hair buzzed close to his scalp. He looked as if he’d been chiseled from steel.Hunter leaned in close and Evie's stomach knotted. Lust built inside her, pushing against her dam of resistance. "I bet you won."He wasn't staring at her chest, she had to give him that. No, his target appeared to be her mouth. His head lowered to hers and her mind went blank. If she had been thinking like a full-grown woman, she would have jerked back before his lips made contact. But tonight her brain had pointed and aimed but failed to fire. 

Title: Resurrection River, Men of Mercy (book 2)Author Name: Lindsay CrossSeries Name: Men of Mercy book 2Genre: Romantic SuspenseRelease Date: October 21stPublisher: Cypress Bend PublishingWord Count: approx. 85,000Heat Level: Hot
Blurb: Ranger James accepted his best friend’s death like a good soldier. With guilt. Regret. Vengeance. But a forbidden desire keeps pulling him from his mission…
Desire for his best friend’s widow.
Killed in Action. That’s why Rachel Carter’s husband wasn’t coming home.
A war widow, alone and broke, Rachel struggles to revive her family’s crop dusting service to survive. Now she takes to the skies to find escape. Escape from the pain. From the guilt. From the earth-shattering desire for her husband’s best friend.
Rachel and Ranger can’t fight the attraction between them any longer. But one fateful night cleaves their new found love in two...
Can they find the will to fight for true love? Or will an evil so shocking destroy their lives for good?
Pre-Buy/Buy Links: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26101086-resurrection-river?from_search=true&search_version=serviceExcerpt:                  Rachel spun around, the yellow airplane a perfect backdrop to her beautiful face. “What are you doing here?”         Ranger let his gaze travel from her scruffy boots, torn jeans and gloriously figure hugging tank, to the top of her dark red head. Her pink cheeks flushed.          “Like what you see?”          Ranger approached, her green gaze turned wary. Good. She should be worried. She’d doused him in chemicals. His skin still itched. He reached forward, plucked an oil stick from her ponytail and sent her hair spilling to her shoulders. He caught the brief scent of flowers and oil.          Rachel grabbed her hair, lips parted. Angry. Stubborn. Sexy.He held up the stick right in front of her face. “Oil stick.” Rachel snatched it from his fingers and tossed it across the room. “I told you to stay away from me.”         Ranger shrugged, his brain still caught on the image of her jean-clad ass hanging out of that airplane. Forget Sports Illustrated. He had farm fucking fantastic right here.          "Don't you think dropping that all-natural excuse for chemicals on me is a bit dramatic? If you want to get me naked all you had to do is ask." Ranger gestured to himself, sweeping his hand from his head down to his torso, Rachel's eyes followed.          That definitely wasn't desperation or anger in her gaze.         The desire he’d been trying to hold in check for months reared up inside him.         "You think I want to see you naked?” Rachel snorted, lifted her chin. “Besides, I figured anything would be an improvement to your normal smell.” So much for her vulnerability.         The wind picked up, blew into the hangar. Ranger shifted, praying the wind wouldn’t open the fly on his boxers, and almost covered himself. Almost. Until he remembered she was the reason for his stench. Instead, he stood tall. “You’ve never had a problem with the way I smelled before.”          “My manners were just too good to say anything.” She strode past him, punishing him with the sexy sway of her hips.          Dammit, he was so hard up for her, even her walk had his mind blanking. He stood there, nearly naked, and drenched in herbicide, and she walked past him like a stranger on a sidewalk.Running from him. Again.          “Rachel Ann.” He didn’t yell, but she stopped mid-stride. Turned. Lips parted.          “You did that on purpose,” Ranger said. She’d been hard headed even in high-school, when he tried to break up with her, explaining that he needed a little space to see if life in Mercy was what he really wanted. Jumping on the marriage and kids bandwagon at eighteen years old had scared the shit out of him. But he’d obliterated any chance for reconnecting with Rachel when she’d seen him making out with Tonya at the football game senior year.          He hadn’t thought that leaving her to sow the wild oats of his youth would be a self-fulfilling prophecy of regret. Or that his best friend would move in on Rachel so fast and fill the void that Ranger had left in her heart.          “You bet your ass I did.”         “What the hell for?” He couldn’t get her smell, her taste, her touch out of his head. But she’d dumped shit on him for the last time.         Her eyes narrowed and her lips flattened. “I warned you.”         Yeah, she’d warned him to stay away from her. He’d stayed with her for weeks, helping her after the funeral. She’d healed physically, but remained an emotional tomb.          “I promised Shane, if anything ever happened to him, I’d look out for you.” He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss that angry expression right off her face. He’d wanted her since high-school, but when she’d married Shane, he’d vowed to put those feelings away. Forever. But the attraction hadn’t disappeared. And he knew it never would. “I know the chemistry between us is weird. Scary. But dammit it’s real and it’s here and now. You’re just flying through the clouds because you don’t want to see what’s on the ground right in front of you.”         If he hadn’t been studying every minute expression on her face he would have missed the brief flash of vulnerability in her gaze. Then her anger slid back in place. “The only thing I feel is annoyance. Are you so desperate that you have to chase after what you can’t have? You dumped me first, remember?”         Him? Desperate? No. He’d never had a problem getting women. Until Rachel.          If he hadn’t been so young and stupid he would have been the one she’d married. Not Shane.         Now all he could think, all he could see, was the small sprinkle of freckles across her pert nose. He could be on a mission in a third world country or down the road. It didn’t matter. She affected him.          He had an all-consuming need for his best friend’s wife. He hadn’t counted on lust eating him alive.    But he had honor. He had loyalty. Ranger had vowed over Shane’s grave to take care of Rachel.




Title: Reckless River, Men of Mercy (book 3)Author Name: Lindsay CrossSeries Name: Men of Mercy book 3Genre: Romantic SuspenseRelease Date: October 21stPublisher: Cypress Bend PublishingWord Count: approx. 78,000Heat Level: Hot
Blurb: They say you can’t go home again. Jared Crowe never wanted to. Home meant facing memories of abuse and neglect. Of dark closets and evil nightmares. Of his own relatives intent on killing him. But now his brother’s kidnapping forces him to face those demons. Only this time, Jared isn’t a scared little boy. He’s a full-grown Special Forces operative bent on revenge.As a little girl, Sparrow Pickney risked her life to free two abused boys. As a grown woman Sparrow needs to earn a place in her adopted family’s business or be forced into a life of degradation. The chance to prove her family loyalty comes when she catches Jared spying on the compound and captures him.When Jared sees his captor, he realizes she’s the girl of his dreams and vows to rescue her from a life of poverty. What Jared doesn’t know is Sparrow may not be the savior he remembers…but the one responsible for abducting and torturing his brother.Jared is determined to find the truth. But that truth may be more than his heart can take.

Pre-Buy/Buy Links: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26872928-reckless-river-men-of-mercy-book-3
Excerpt:It had been nearly twenty years since he’d seen her, but Jared could never forget those golden eyes. Eyes that had haunted his dreams ever since. Had she joined up with Kay? Or was she simply one of those poor souls struggling to survive? The thought of Sparrow slowly starving filled him with a sense of guilt. He should have made her leave with them. Even though they’d been children when she’d freed them, Jared had been big enough to drag her out, whether she’d wanted to go or not.She leaned over him, reaching for his hands. Her floppy hat fell down, blinding her, and she ripped it off and tossed it across the room. Long caramel-colored hair, full of sun-kissed highlights, waterfalled down the sides of her face and tickled his nose. Her scent surrounded him now, flooding his senses. Honeysuckle and wildflowers. His cock swelled in an instant. Jared gnashed his teeth together, trying to quell his intense reaction to her nearness.Sparrow leaned down further and her loose tank top gaped open, treating him to a glorious view of surprisingly plump breasts cupped in a plain sports bra. His gaze locked onto her beaded nipples through the cotton. Fuck he wanted to rip that bra down and reveal what was hidden beneath. The loose manly clothes she wore made her look stick thin, but womanly curves were concealed beneath them. Sparrow sighed and sat up straight, leaving rope dangling uselessly on his wrists. Jared gripped the metal headboard with his hands, waiting for her next move. She stood there for a moment and studied him, trying to decide what to do. Well, he wasn't going to help her out one little bit."Keep your hands right there, got it?" Her voice was stern."Yes ma'am.” He had no intention of acting up. Yet.She placed a knee on the mattress, and in one swift movement straddled him, settling on his belly. Jared groaned and closed his eyes thankful she hadn’t sat down lower on his body; otherwise, she would have gotten her own surprise. She leaned over him spreading her knees wider up his chest. His eyes popped open, unable to resist another view of her bare skin. "You can stop with the theatrics right now, I know I’m not big enough to crush you."If only that were his problem. Her shirt dipped down even more and he fixated on the pale mounds of her breasts straining against the material of her sports bra. It was a crime to lock those beauties up in serviceable cotton. She should wear nothing but pure silk and lace, perfect for him to rip off her body.Her hair curtained around him again, and her soft lips parted in concentration as she worked. He was aware of every inch of exposed skin—from the graceful hollow of her neck to her supple forearms peeking out from the rolled up sleeves of her checkered work shirt. Even more aware of the intense heat radiating from her core, pressed so intimately to his chest."There. All done." She sat back, a satisfied smile on her lips.Jared tugged on the rope. He’d completely zoned out on anything other than her straddling him. It didn't give an inch—the knot she’d tied was worthy of a professional. A small ounce of foreboding seeped into him. “Where did you learn to tie knots?" "Trapping. Working snares. Been doing it since I was a kid." Her words were so matter-of-fact, he had no doubt she spoke the truth. Holy shit. He yanked on the ropes, but they didn’t move. “Impressive.” Jared wriggled his fingers and wrists, testing for any weakness. He found none.“Might as well stop struggling. Nobody’s ever been able to get out of one of my knots. And I used my new rope too, so it wouldn’t snap easy.” She made a snapping motion with her fingers, the emphasis driving in just how stupid his plan had been. He should have used that easy opening she’d given him with the gun.His foreboding turned to real worry. He had to get out of here to rescue his brother. Hoyt’s life depended on him. If he couldn’t get free… “Nice, now what?”“Now you tell me who you are and why you’re here.” Sparrow sat back on her heels, the curve of her ass grazing the tip of his cock. He clenched his muscles, fighting to free himself from the pull of lust.Remember, you’re the soldier trained in interrogation techniques. Now he just had to stop thinking with his dick for long enough to find out where Hoyt was being held. "My name is Jake." She tapped her chin, staring down at him.  Once again he was enthralled by the intense color of her eyes. They were golden, almost like a cat’s, with a darker brown ring around the edges. “Jake. You don't look like a Jake." He enjoyed hearing the name on her lips. Would enjoy hearing his real name even better. Her soft accent and long vowels stretched it out slow. Sensual. "And what do I look like?""I don't know. Killer? Tiger?""That's what people name their cats.” "True. Why are you here?"
"Why did you take me hostage?" he countered.“You were spying on my family. Only our enemies do that.” She shifted, brushing against his tip again. Fuck he wanted to rip free of these bonds and throw her down beneath him. Where was his detached logic now? Something about her was making him lose control.“I have no interest in you. I was looking for a family member who went missing, know anything about that?” He studied her reaction intently, watching for any flash of awareness, but she didn’t give away anything. “Haven’t seen anybody new around here in a long time, and I would know. Sorry, but you plopped down on the wrong piece of land.” “He told me he was coming here.” Not really, but Jared knew without the slightest shred of doubt that Hoyt had been taken by the Crowes. Miss Kay wanted to finish what she had started all those years ago, even if Jared didn’t know why. It was bad enough his parents had died when Jared was only nine, Hoyt six, but to have his aunt try to murder them.... Jared yanked on the bonds again, testing the bed frame. It screeched but held firm. Shit. “What does he look like?” Every time Sparrow moved or shifted he felt her. Desire was holding him hostage as much as the damn ropes. Got to get free. Got to find Hoyt.“What do I get if I tell you?” “What do you get? You get to live.” Her brows shot down as if confused. “You won’t kill me.”“Try me.” “How about we make a little trade—you give me something, I give you something.” "Give? What do you want?" She laid her palms on her thighs, kneeling over his body, the position incredibly erotic. Blushing aside, maybe she wasn’t so innocent after all. He had a plan and she was part of it. He knew he could get more information out of Sparrow than her giant ass brother. And he’d find it a hell of a lot more enjoyable too. "Kiss me." She stopped moving all together and her eyes narrowed in on his mouth. "Give me a kiss and I'll sing like a bird."           
Author Bio: Lindsay Cross is the award-winning author of the Men of Mercy series. She is the fun loving mom of two beautiful daughters and one precocious Great Dane. Lindsay is happily married to the man of her dreams – a soldier and veteran. During one of her husband’s deployments from home, writing became her escape and motivation. An avid reader since childhood, reading and writing is in her blood. After years of reading, she discovered her true passion – writing. Her alpha military men are damaged, drop-dead gorgeous and determined to win the heart of the woman of their dreams.

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Is it possible to have a perfect life? A perfect love? Or is perfection just an illusion…

Perfection Is Just An Illusion

By Rebecca Barber

Is it possible to have a perfect life? A perfect love? Or is perfection just an illusion…

James Thompson is an Olympic swimmer with gold medals, world records, and million-dollar sponsorship deals…

But his fiancée Anna White is just an ordinary girl—or so she believes.

When James takes her home for a visit and encounters her childhood friends and sleazy, jealous ex-boyfriend, Grant, he sees for the first time just how far apart their worlds really are.

Anna’s so-called friends undermine and backstab, but James is up for the challenge…

James is determined to make Anna see that while she might have once been an ugly duckling, she is now a stunning swan, and the only woman for him.

As the London World Championships approach, media scrutiny of their relationship intensifies, and an intimate secret is uncovered...making their promise to each other nearly impossible to keep.

Caught up in a whirlwind of press coverage, and championship competition…

James and Anna find the stress almost overwhelming, and they struggle to maintain focus on their goals. But when victory finally appears certain, an old menace resurfaces and threatens to violate all James and Anna hold dear.

Is it possible to have a perfect life?

A perfect love?

Or is perfection just an illusion…

About the Author

Rebecca, one of four kids to her parents who are both primary school teachers, was born in Wollongong on the south coast of Australia before moving to the country with her family. After a few years of embracing all that country life had to offer, the family relocated to Port Macquarie with its white sand beaches. After a brief period enjoying the sun and the surf they finally settled in Canberra where Rebecca still lives today. But all through her childhood a notepad and a book where never far away. These days Rebecca is an avid reader, and when she isn’t buried in a book or cheering on her beloved football team she’s spending time with her husband Robert and their overly spoilt dog Levi.

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Excerpt

“When he comes over please don’t say anything stupid or act funny around him. Please. I’m begging you. He’s just a normal guy like you and me,” Anna pleaded, wide eyed.

At the mention of the ‘normal guy,’ Anna couldn’t help but notice the wide, suspicious eyes staring back at her. It was obvious that her comments had had the exact opposite effect than the one she’d been after. Instead of acting natural and normal, now Anna was worried what would fall out of their mouths. And what confused her more was why. After all, they’d all known each other for years, but now and all of a sudden Anna didn’t trust them. Not as far as she could throw them.

But in the same moment the thought crossed her mind, James edged his way around the bar toward them. Daniel was first to see and recognise him. Anna watched on, horrified, as his mouth fell open, his eyes firmly fixed on James’s approaching figure. And slowly but surely, one by one, everyone else’s gaze followed.

Anna hated her home town in that moment. And she knew James would have as well. This was why they never went anywhere or did anything. The whole bar was watching him. Every move he made was scrutinized, and as he passed by tables, Anna was disgusted to notice conversations fell short. People stopped pushing buttons on the poker machines, and even the bar attendants froze mid-pour as the entire club fell silent. But to James’s credit and Anna’s delight, he continued to walk purposefully across the room, his head held high, and took his seat next to Anna, offering her a glass of mineral water and a reassuring smile as she made introductions.

Anna had never felt so many pairs of eyes on them at once. She felt them boring into her soul. So she did something she never would have done if she had been thinking straight. It was Anna’s greatest weaknesses; she was rash and impulsive. And when provoked, she tended to react first and think later. So she kissed James. In the middle of the crowded room, with hundreds of eyes fixated on them, she kissed him. It worked, luckily. Shocked people returned to what they were doing, leaving Anna’s cheeks burning. She could hear their names being whispered amongst patrons, but at least the staring and deafening silence was over. She heard rumours beginning to take shape, about how she—a nobody—had just kissed the superstar swimmer.










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On Weekend Writing Warriors - Lori thought her day had been bad so far #8Sunday

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 From the best selling box set- Crashing Into Love - Brace for Impact. Scene set - Lori, rookie flight attendant's plane has just made an emergency crash landing in the Caribbean. Lori thought her day had been bad so far - she ain't seen nothing yet.
Lori clicked the ON switch and waved it about. The beam danced across horrified faces framed in bloated, yellow life jackets. "This way. See my…"
A hiss built in volume behind her. It sounded like a massive snake. She shuddered. The woman from 37D stood facing Lori, her eyes wide with terror. She pointed, releasing a piercing scream. 



Crashing Into Love is a box set of 7 stories written by 6 spectacular authors and myself. Each story is based on an airplane crash, fight for survival and romance. The idea was the brain child of D'Ann Lindun and Brenda Dyer.
Blurb - Crashing Into Love –Seven planes lift off…seven planes crash…seven stories of struggle, passion and love in the barren Canadian Wilderness, the coast of England, or the steamy heat of a tropical island. Romance hangs in the balance between survival and death.
Blurb - Brace for Impact by Daryl Devoré. What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for rookie flight attendant, Lori, and sexy R.C.M.P. officer, Guy Lapierre? But Fate had other intentions.

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What people are saying about Crashing Into Love – box set (25 5 star reviews)
5.0 out of 5 stars Wow I love this box setI've read books by two of these authors and loved them so I had to get this set. It didn't disappoint. I got this book mostly for Brenda's and D'Ann's books but the rest of the novellas were pleasantly surprising will get books by the other authors
Brenda Dyers Love Comes Crashing In I loved the way the characters were best friends and end up together sometimes your best friend is the one you belong with.
D'ann Lindun's Falling Hard I love Cowboys enough said but Gage and Teagan were a great opposites attract storyline
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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From Capri's Fate - I can only provide pleasure - on My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSS116

Welcome to the 116thweek of My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme: Our Sexy Halloween
Wow…this is our first ever Halloween here at My Sexy Saturday…we’ve always skirted the day and tried to celebrate the best we could. But today, we can actually bring out all the ghosts, ghouls and scary monsters we keep in the closet. Share with us those sexy paranormal or horror tales you might have with us. Terrorize us with the best sexy Halloween love around. We love scary and otherworldly characters and would love you to share them with use.
First off - Happy Halloween


Now back to My Sexy Saturday - no horror stories here. Heck, typing the words horror stories scares me. From my erotic contemporary paranormal romance - Capri's Fate....
Scene set - Son of a Fate - Thall - who at this moment is invisible to Capri - decides to show off some of his "skills".
"Lay back and relax. I promise I won't hurt you. I cannot. I can only provide pleasure." Something—for simplicity's sake, call it his hand —caressed my right shin. I reacted as if my flesh had been burned–-but in a good way. It wasn't pain. Curiously, maybe a little bizarrely, but there was definitely a hint of wicked in the touch.The same sensation scorched my left shin. Part of me needed to check if my flesh was flushed and blistered, but I couldn't move. I thought if I did, I would somehow break a spell. A bead of sweat dribbled down my neck.With a movement as soft as the brush of a feather, both hands travelled up my thighs and stopped at my hips.Ooh! With a swift sweep, he skimmed my body, engulfing me in his touch. My flesh tingled as goose bumps speckled my arms. The only sound I could hear was my breath as the pants escaped my lips. I opened my eyes. My body glowed from the heat.An icy snake-touch slithered from my hips to neck. As fast as the coolness touched my body, heat filled its place.




What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?
Corporate business woman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. Once a shocking, mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.
Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbors the irrepressible need to be with the woman he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents - a fantasy.
Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?

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What people are saying about Capri's Fate
Not Your Average Romance
Capri's Fate, a supernatural erotic romance by Daryl Devore is not my usual cup of tea. I don't usually go for a supernatural element in erotic fiction BUT as I read this book I was pleasantly surprised. Capricious Gray attends an erotic toy convention with a friend and brings home more than she bargained for. Thall is the half-human, half-immortal Fate assigned to watch over the bold and audacious Capri. He's also the love of her life, or will be, if Fate will have it.

Capri's Fate is the second book I've read by Daryl Devore. I very much enjoyed A Kept Woman: A Billionaire's Story so I took a chance on this one. I'm so glad I did. By the way, at one point in the story, Capri was reading a novel on her Kindle, which turned out to be another by Daryl Devore, Black Dorn. I loved this clever book plug and immediately bought that one as well.

I recommend Capri's Fate. It's not your usual romantic read and I think you'll like it.



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D'Ann Lindun takes over my blog on Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets

Buy: Ladies Love Cowboys: the daughters of Clem Jamieson http://www.amazon.com/dp/B015IL8ZLQ
Excerpt:  Wearing her work uniform, a red patterned shirt tied under her breasts, short denim skirt and brown cowboy boots, she felt like Daisy Duke. Had he seen her panties when she’d bent over to pick up the tool? Heat climbed up her cheeks. She hadn’t expected to find anyone on the lonely country road, much less a man too sexy for his jeans.She found her voice. “You’re Dill—”“Yeah, yeah. Let’s just skip all that, okay?” He reached for the forgotten lug wrench and applied it to the impossibly stuck bolt. As if it were brand new, it turned. He didn’t even have to strain. Before she blinked, he placed the spare on the axle and began tightening the screws. With each turn of the tool, his shirt pulled tight across his shoulders, muscles working under the fabric. Shiloh swallowed.He let down the jack and placed all the items in the bed of her truck. “There you go.”“Thank you, Mr. Travers.”“Just Dillon, okay?”“Dillon.” His name slid over her tongue like a cold beer on the hottest July day. “Thank you.”
Blurb:
Six sisters with one father –Clem Jamieson— find love with six very different cowboys. From an aspiring country music singer to a world champion in the horse show ring, the women have one thing in common—a deadbeat dad who has made them leery of men. Can they break through their distrust and find lasting love? 
Shiloh Jamieson dreams of a chance to make it in the country music business. Unfortunately, her mother—a bitter failure in the biz—stands in her way. Shiloh’s determined not to repeat her mother’s actions—sleeping her way into the Nashville music scene. Not even sexy superstar Dillon Travers can change her mind.
As half Native American, Clancy Jamieson knows the pain of being bullied. Growing up fatherless hasn’t helped, either. She trusts no one but her horses. When her prize gelding is injured she is forced to let veterinarian Braden VanDerrCarr help her.
Runaway bride Amity Levore runs to Black Mountain to regroup after she flees her own wedding. She’s been shying away from commitment her entire life. Her father’s absence in her life has made her leery of men and their lies. Can R.J. Hadley, the hottest volunteer fireman around, make her rethink her ways?
Starla Jamieson has never wanted a child of her own because between helping raise her younger brothers and a dozen half-sisters, she’s parented plenty. To avoid the motherhood trap she walked away from Trevor Lee—the only man she ever loved.
Sunny Jamieson craves a normal family so much she has gotten pregnant by the wrong man—twice. Neither was the man she thought he was and she is alone and about to give birth in an ice storm. Bull rider Garret Pike is the last person she expects to be her angel in Wranglers.
Mariah Kline uproots her entire life for a chance to get to know her absentee father. When she arrives in Black Mountain everything she believes about her dad turns out to be a lie. With no money and nowhere to go she reluctantly accepts help from Jesse Rafferty, the sexiest cowboy she’s ever laid eyes on.






Bio:Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Thirty-two manuscripts and numerous awards later, she is an Amazon bestseller! Romance appeals to D’Ann because there's just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. Her particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. D’Ann loves to hear from readers! Please contact her at:dldauthor@frontier.nethttp://dlindunauthor.blogspot.com/https://www.facebook.com/DLindunAuthorhttps://twitter.com/DLindunhttp://www.amazon.com/DAnn-Lindun/e/B008DKL9TUStreet team: https://www.facebook.com/groups/838870409506195/





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Braced for Impact from Crashing into Love box set on Thursday 13 #Thurs13

13 sentences from Brace for Impact from the Amazon Best Seller anthology Crashing into Love. This is the opening of the story.



Lori gagged on the bile rising in the back of her throat. She inhaled sharply to calm her stomach. If I'm going to die, it's not going to be with vomit all over my uniform.A distant whimper caught her ear. She lifted her head and opened her eyes. The lady in 37D rocked back and forth in her seat. Lori fought the urge to run to her. Her flight attendant training told her to stay seated. The Captain had called, "Brace for impact."Hang on, 37D. Just a bit longer. Scared. Me too.




Seven planes lift off…seven planes crash…seven stories of struggle, passion and love in the barren Canadian Wilderness, the coast of England, or the steamy heat of a tropical island. Romance hangs in the balance between survival and death.
Brace for Impact by Daryl Devoré. What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for rookie flight attendant, Lori, and sexy R.C.M.P. officer, Guy Lapierre? But Fate had other intentions.
Crashing into You by Lisa Kumar When Ashlee Trent meets handsome businessman Kaiden West on a plane to Australia, he eases her fears even as he sets her heart ablaze. But after their plane crashes into the ocean and they wash ashore, will the secrets surrounding him send their budding relationship into a nosedive?
Crash and Burn by Melissa Keir Can Rob and Keira's second honeymoon lead to romance, or will it crash and burn? On the verge of a divorce, Rob and Keira Matthews book a second honeymoon at the urging of their counselor. Unable to conceive, they've pushed each other away in an effort to protect their hearts. Will a romantic holiday be the ticket to love or a plane crash in disaster??
Crashing Through Time by Jenna Jaxon The most dangerous thing about time travel is knowledge of the past: does she save him and change history, or let the tragic events play out and lose the love of her life?
More than hearts can be broken when you crash through time. 
Love Comes Crashing In by Brenda Dyer Best friends find love in each other's arms, but can that love survive reality.
Falling Hard by D'Ann Lindun He craves solitude to forget what a woman did to him. She needs one last chance before her career ends. Can a plane crash in the Canadian Rockies show them what really matters?
and A Splash of Romance by Deb Julienne Hannah Parks is a trauma nurse on her way to a symposium at the Sister Kenny Rehabilitation Institute. She just started her bucket list and a plane crash definitely isn't on it. Oliver Lawson's divorce is almost final and he's looking to start over. A tropical island, a gorgeous woman, and romance is one thing, getting there as a result of a crash landing...who knew?
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What people are saying about Crashing Into Love – box set (25 5 star reviews)
5.0 out of 5 stars Wow I love this box setI've read books by two of these authors and loved them so I had to get this set. It didn't disappoint. I got this book mostly for Brenda's and D'Ann's books but the rest of the novellas were pleasantly surprising will get books by the other authors
Brenda Dyers Love Comes Crashing In I loved the way the characters were best friends and end up together sometimes your best friend is the one you belong with.
D'ann Lindun's Falling Hard I love Cowboys enough said but Gage and Teagan were a great opposites attract storyline
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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From FL.E.S.H. - Pete must say good bye - on WIp It Up Wednesday #Wipitup

This is the last we hear from Flame and Pete for a while. I thought I'd end it at a moment of closure.


Peyton covered her with the sheet, sat on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, and willed himself to relax. Flame rolled over. She snaked her hand around his hip. He held it."What's wrong?" She pushed up to sitting.He smiled then leaned forward and placed a tiny kiss on her lips. "Although I'd love to stay here all day… all weekend, I used the only condom I had last night."A visible wave of sadness washed over her. She wrapped her arms around her knees, hugging them. "I don't want this to end. It's been an unimaginable miracle meeting you."Peyton rubbed his chin. "This is where it gets difficult. Things get awkward. People say stuff they shouldn't. So I'm gonna get dressed and get out of here." The sadness in her gaze gripped his heart. He cupped her cheek. "Although I don't want to go, I must. The room's paid for."He reached down, grabbed his boxers and jeans, slipped them on, and then tracked down his remaining clothes. Once dressed, he stood next to the bed. "I wish I had some brilliant thing to say to make this easier." He shrugged. "But I don't. Flame, it was a pleasure to meet you. Last night was unforgettable and…"She grabbed his hand, kissed the back of it, and said through a cracked voice. "Please. Just go."He crossed the room and reached for the door knob. "Good bye."As the door closed behind him, he heard her sob. He clenched his fists and sighed. Never had a one night stand been so difficult to walk away from. What was so different about Flame? Why had he been drawn to her the moment the stage lights hit her? The red-headed tigress on stage was distinctly different from her natural persona, but that only increased his desire for her.



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Release Blitz for Jan Graham and her erotic romance novella, Secret Desire.

What’s your Secret Desire?
Secret Desire by Jan Graham

Blurb

When Jake Munroe moves into his new apartment he has no idea the woman of his dreams is literally right next door. She’s beautiful, sexy, and frustratingly elusive. Finding the right time to make his move seems like it will never come, until she walks through the doors of his nightclub.    
Sally isn’t looking for a new relationship but when Jake appears in her life, she grabs the opportunity to partake in some sexual healing. Her ex-husband left her convinced she could never sexually excite or satisfy a man, but those rule don’t seem to apply to Jake. He wants her—at least for now.
Desire rules us all and Jake's desire for Sally is unequalled to anything he’s experienced before. He wants her in his life and is determined to have her, no matter what it takes. When he thinks he's finally made Sally his own, he discovers a horrible truth. Sally has kept their relationship hidden from everyone she knows and Jake refuses to be anyone’s secret plaything.

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Excerpt
Something icy cold pressed against Sally’s arm and she felt another chill run through her. She raised her head and stared at the large glass of water in front of her.“You’re probably dehydrated. You hardly stopped dancing all night.” The deep, smooth voice washed over her, causing her body to begin to heat once more.Sally turned her head toward the warmth and when she finally managed to focus her eyes, she wanted to moan in ecstasy. If there really was a God then he had truly out done himself. The man smiling down at her was perfection. He sat on the bar stool next to her, leaning against the wall. His hair was dark, almost black and hung just below his broad shoulders in long tantalizing waves. It sat brushed back from his face at the front, except for one stray curly strand that had worked its way loose to kiss up against his cheekbone.His eyes were dark like his hair and conveyed the same warmth as his voice. His lips were thick and lush, ideal for kissing. As her gaze roamed down his body, she was taken by the hard chest and abs that were defined under his tight T-shirt, his legs were a lengthy example of perfection, muscular thighs under dark denim, and a bulge—Sally snapped her eyes back to his face and hoped she wasn’t blushing.“Drink.” He leaned forward and spoke softly into her ear.Oh, how could a man smell so divine? She had never smelt a man like him before. Sally’s pussy started to tingle, as he watched her bring the glass to her lips, and take a refreshing drink. She inhaled deeply. Accents of cinnamon and spice tantalized her nostrils. Talk about olfactory heaven.“I just thought I’d sit here while I waited for my friends.” Sally had no idea why she felt the need to explain her presence to him and couldn’t understand why he looked at her with a wry smile as she spoke.“I think they’ve left.” He gestured toward the dance floor.“Oh God, I fell asleep didn’t I?” Sally was horrified once she realized the house lights were on and the dance floor empty. In fact the whole club was empty except for a few bar staff who were cleaning up.“We cleared everyone out and closed the club about forty minutes ago.” He was smiling at her as he spoke. “You looked so peaceful I thought I’d let you sleep until I was ready to leave.”Sally gasped when his body brushed against hers as he bent forward, a blaze of heat stroking her body where he touched. She noticed how his gaze roamed along her stockinged legs as he bent to pick up her shoes. As he returned to an upright position, his lips brushed against her leg and he planted a kiss on the lace that sat mid-thigh. She wanted to move, to push her wayward hemline back in place. Instead she just stared at the heated point where his lips had been, feeling the warmth spread upward toward her quickly moistening pussy.“Nice stockings.” He stated as he took her hand and assisted her in stepping down from the stool. Sally wasn’t sure how she did it, but she managed to pull the hem of her dress back into position as he led her through a door and down a hallway to the club’s back entrance.

Writing a bio that lets readers know who you are is tricky at times because I describe myself in so many ways. Like my books, I fall into different genres, all of which depend on my mood and inspiration at the time. I am a writer, a submissive, an orphan, a widow, a sister, an aunt, a friend, and sometimes, a wild child.
I live in Australia and writing is my passion, although finding the time to do it on a consistent basis is always a challenge for me. Life sends you curve balls when least expected them and I’ve had my fair share over the last few of years.
My writing currently falls under a variety of genres including BDSM, contemporary romance, and romantic suspense but who knows where my literary future will lead. That’s going to be the next exciting chapter of my life.
More information about what I’m up to, and general nonsense, is available by checking out my online hangouts.
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Join The Club – Club Aegis Series by Christie Adams @ChristieAdams #clubaegis #britromance

Join The Club – Club Aegis Series by Christie Adams @ChristieAdams #clubaegis #britromanceSeries Blurb: Club Aegis
Aegis – the shield of Zeus, and by extension, a means of protection. The men and women who are members of Club Aegis have all played their part in protecting their country. They work hard…and they play hard. Their lives are not always easy – and sometimes they have to put their lives on the line, not just for their country but for those they love.
Purchase Links
The Velvet Ribbon (Club Aegis 1)         Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1Jy3VHgAmazon UK: http://amzn.to/1h2aYRGLove Is Danger (Club Aegis 2)               Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1RaW6xCAmazon UK: http://amzn.to/1iEheQSA Wanting Heart (Club Aegis 2.5)         Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1Fvpz43
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1Jy47q1
Blurb: The Velvet Ribbon (Club Aegis 1)
Alex Lombard is a Dom with a dark past. The former SAS officer, now a successful businessman, carries the scars of his past both on his body and in PTSD-induced nightmares resulting from more than just his service to his country. The light in his life takes the form of his assistant, Beth Harrison, the woman whom he has secretly coveted since she came to work for him.
Beth has been attracted to her employer from the day she met him. When not at work, she fills her time with writing stories featuring the BDSM lifestyle she craves but has not yet found the courage to explore. Though she knows nothing of his extra-curricular interests, Alex is the inspiration for the Dom in her latest novel.
Then Alex makes a chance discovery, and when Beth becomes the victim of a street crime, the two of them come together to find what is missing from both their lives. However, their path to happiness is beset not just by the teething troubles of a new relationship—a ghost from Alex’s past has returned, bent on revenge, and Alex is not the only one in his sights…
NOTE: This work was previously published. It has been retitled, expanded and re-edited for this release.
Blurb: Love Is Danger (Club Aegis 2)
Having only just dumped her lecherous two-timing boyfriend, Stacie Matheson never expected, when her car broke down in a storm, to be rescued by a tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed knight in a shining Jaguar. Cam is everything her ex was not—and more besides.
Now that his old friend Alex has settled into married life with his submissive, Beth, Cameron Fraser is ready to surrender his single status. What he isn’t ready for is being blindsided by a beautiful curvy damsel-in-distress.
Fate has brought them together – the Dom who needs a submissive, and the woman who takes her first steps into the world of submission at his side. However, there’s more to Cam’s life than the sensual games he plays with Stacie. When that life intrudes on their relationship, neither is prepared for the devastating consequences.
Blurb: A Wanting Heart (Club Aegis 2.5)
What happens when a former Royal Navy officer is given a second chance with the woman he loves?
Ryan Quinn is still in love with the woman he lost three years ago. For him, there can be no other. When he sees Fiona again at her sister’s wedding, he has no choice but to risk his heart for a second time, by reminding her of what they once shared.
How wrong can a woman be?
Tragic and complicated family circumstances had left Fiona Pearce with no option but to turn her back on the man she loved and drive him out of her life. When his path crosses hers again, she feels compelled to apologise, even though she fears she may be opening old wounds that are best left undisturbed.
Events take an unexpected turn, giving Ryan the opportunity to suggest that they go away together for a few days. To his surprise, Fiona agrees. In the remote cottage their love is rekindled, but it takes a blizzard to erase the past and allow them to start finding out who they really are – together.
NOTE: This is a previously published work. The title, author, and/or publisher may have changed.
Author Bio
When she isn't actually writing, Christie is often thinking about writing - either the book she's currently working on, or one of the dozen other stories she'll have percolating away at the back of her mind.
In addition to writing, she also loves lazing around with a good book, or browsing the internet in search of cute pictures of dogs and puppies, a pastime that often helps with writer's block - or so she claims. She likes James Bond movies, and cries at the end of "You've Got Mail" every time.
Good chocolate is also one of her passions in life, often accompanied by a glass of her favourite tipple, English sparkling wine. And if she can be persuaded to abandon her writing for a while, she finds that chocolate, wine and a good movie on TV is an excellent way to pass a dark winter's evening.
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Excerpt: The Velvet Ribbon (Club Aegis 1)
The sound of heels on hardwood provided the metronomic fanfare that alerted Alex to the imminent arrival of Beth Harrison—his executive assistant, right-hand woman and, of late, source of growing frustration. He looked up from the correspondence in his hand, eyes narrowing at her approaching reflection in the tinted window that gave him a panoramic view over London.
Those damn fuck-me shoes! A muscle tensed in his tightly clenched jaw. While her working wardrobe went from black to white, with every shade of grey between, her footwear was downright rebellious—immaculate heels, never less than four inches in height, in a myriad selection of styles and eye-catching colours.
Which ones today? It was a question that crossed Alex’s mind every morning. He’d never considered himself to have any kind of shoe fetish until Beth came to work for him. Every morning it was the same, and the litany of colours was ever-expanding. As for today—would it be the peacock blue? Or the metallic purple, perhaps? He was rather fond of the latter.
No, today it was a new pair…new to the office, at any rate. The vivid red patent leather heels, with an ankle strap adorned with an eye-catching bow, were incredibly flattering to her slender feet and shapely ankles…and those gorgeous legs clad in sheer black nylon with seams straighter than an arrow. Oh, the fantasies he’d had about having those legs wrapped around his hips while he sank his cock into her lush body, felt her contract hard around him, heard her panting cries as he spilled inside her at the moment of her climax…
His eyes continued upward, taking in the flannel-grey pencil skirt—the fabric clinging to her curves, so fitted that it gave her hips an ultra-feminine sway as she walked. He experienced a sharp, momentary twinge of disappointment; for the lines to be that smooth, there was no way she was wearing stockings. He tried to curb his disappointment that beneath the skirt, there would be no tantalising exposure of creamy skin at the top of her thighs.
She wore the crisp, brilliant white cotton blouse with the top buttons undone, hinting at a delicious cleavage, the long sleeves fastened at her delicate wrists with mock cufflinks. French-manicured nails tipped elegant fingers that clasped a notebook and pen.
And then there was her face: heart-shaped, lightly made-up, alluring green eyes behind unremarkable spectacles, all crowned by upswept, luxuriant, brown hair threaded with gold, and not one strand out of place. In the three years that she’d been his assistant, he’d never seen her anything less than cool, calm and utterly professional.
What he’d give to see her come apart under the force of the orgasms he could give her.



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