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Support your Sisters! Raven McAllan talks about sisters under the pen

Sisters under the pen….

Raven’s Ramblings.

Of that probably should be sisters under the type these days. However, we’ll stick to saying under the pen, because one of the people who gave me faith to be me, to stick up for what I want, died long before the computer came into general use.

If she hadn’t my great aunt would have been one of the first to embrace the age of the Mac. (or whatever your personal choice)

GA Nell, was definitely born before her time. She learned her French from the sailors who came to London during the great war, amongst other things, and was open informative and not afraid to call a spade a spade. (or a penis a prick) If I wanted to know anything about anything, she was the person to ask. Like my very own Google.

She was certainly a big influence on my writing, even though she was only with me in spirit. For one thing, we both loved history, and I still do. As she was a died in the wool cockney, (so was my mum) GA Nell was determined I would know my heritage. Off we went, just the two of us, for a cultural week to the ‘big smoke.’ And in those days, believe me it was well named. We sightsee-ed, until our feet ached, there was a lot of walking involved I tell you.

We went to the ballet and the science museum, checked out where various writer had lived and when. I wanted to go to Dickens’ House. We went and once the staff accepted it was my idea, not hers, I was given a late nineteen century copy of David Copperfield. Not valuable, not in good condition, but mine. And valuable to me, because, as GA Nell told me, “one day, you’ll hold a book you’ve written in your hands.”

Well it might have taken almost half a century to do it, but she was right.

Now let’s fast forward to the last few years.

I was off work, bored, and happen to go on Facebook to see a write a chapter competition. I duly joined up and got into a sub group of new writers. Subsequently, a good few of us morphed into UCW, my crit group. Now my first chapter got nowhere, and quite rightly so, but it did give me the itch to write again.

The problem was, what to write. We were chatting on Facebook and I suddenly typed. ‘I’m going to write a Regency, about two women and a bloke.’ Well before I had a chance to say, ‘just joking’ or ‘who typed that?’ someone came back with, ‘I dare you’. So I did. Then they helped me tidy it up before I subbed. They were my driving force cheer leaders.

Today, I’m very lucky, that we’re all still there, we all help and encourage each other, and I think most of us, if not all are now published. It’s that hugs and virtual wine that keeps us going.

And, for me, the mother of my grandson, Doris O’Connor. You can imagine how honored I was when Doris and her hubby asked me to be an honorary grandma to their youngest. He’s a wee gem. Sometimes you meet someone, and you click. That happened with Doris and I. We are each other’s harshest critic, which we like, and ‘redit’ each others work before it is submitted. In case you think ‘redit’ is a typo, it isn’t. It’s our expression for red pen editing. Where we highlight repetition, ridiculous scenarios and DDS. Aha DDS. Snigger I coined this for a deadly Doris sentence. One that you faint through lack of a comma to take a breath with. Knowing there is someone who is one hundred percent honest with you over your writing is brilliant. In fact the book I had out just this week, became what it is due to Doris, who told me on no uncertain terms, they had to make love or else. (They did.)

So Sisters under the pen. Boy do we (well I) need them. It’s the knowledge, that someone is there to commiserate, celebrate, and berate you, at the appropriate times. Someone to laugh and cry with you, hand over virtual chocolate and wine, and someone to be happy for when they achieve a star, or an acceptance.

And as for my Great Aunty Nell? Well she’s with me in everything I write, and I have promised myself I’m going to write her story soon…

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Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she’s strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.

Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

You can find out more about Raven here…

http://www.ravenmcallan.com

http:/ /www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com

https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan (my page)

https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan (author page)

https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan

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Support Your Sister ~ Nikki Prince Pays it forward

Today I have the amazing Nikki Prince on the blog. Thanks to everyone who participated in the contest, the winner of the tank top is June M!

I’m so happy to be given this chance to speak on something so special. I happen to be the recipient of this kind of thing early on in my writing career. When I say early on I mean before I got published for the first time last year. I’m Nikki Prince and I write Interracial Erotic Romances…and they almost didn’t happen….

I had started out on this journey with just getting my feet wet and reviewing other author’s books. You see I was too scared to just try and write out the gate. So I figured if I reviewed other author’s books it would get me at least with one foot in the industry.

So that’s what I did and through that I met the most awesome of authors who later became my friends (all before I was published) who helped me and guided me through. These very special women soothed my fears, helped me with my manuscript, and told me that it was good and that I should continue to pursue writing. Why did this help me? Because I’d met a few women who weren’t so helpful, in fact they were just plain hurtful. It was so hurtful that I almost stopped writing. Yep it went there…but thank god for the sisterhood. Though this isn’t about them this post is all about my angels who helped me through rough patches and to finally get the nerve to submit.

I can’t help but name them as they are the best friends one can have and they also happen to be excellent authors. I happen to be fan girls of theirs to this day and forever will be. Shyla Colt, Delilah Hunt, Avril Ashton, and Louisa Bacio are the best at showing sisterly love. They all helped me in their own way realize my potential and to go for my dreams. That didn’t just stop after the first book got published; they’ve been with me every step of the way. I love them more and more each day. They are my rocks when I’m down. I can only hope that I give them the same back.

The one thing I’ve l earned is that this can be a lonely business if you don’t have friends like I have. I always try to pay it forward because in the end we can all have a piece of the pie and share in it together. I think that if one has success and we keep paying it forward we will all have success.

Once again Shyla, Avril and Louisa…thank you from the bottom of my heart. I hope that I’ve helped you all as much as you’ve helped me. I do want to say that there are others out there who have helped along the way and I want to thank you…you continue to make this journey smooth…I love you all.

Now my latest book is book 2 of a series I’m doing called Cinda’s Fella in the Once Upon a Dream series I have for the Naughty Fairy Tale series for Evernight Publishing.

It’s about Cinda A. Rella and her Dom Nicolai Charming. Cinda is a strong woman so strong that she never allows anyone to help her. She’s always helping everyone else. (Something we women do a lot). Here’s the blurb and links for it if you’d like to check it out.

Blurb:

Once Upon a Dream, 2

Cinda A. Rella’s life revolved around helping others. She’s used to not getting what she wants, everyone else’s needs more important. She’s spent her life taking care of her father, stepmother and two stepsisters. When her father and stepmother die, Cinda continues taking care of her stepsisters and runs from the only man who could give her everything she ever wanted.

Nicolai Charming is a Dominant used to getting what he wants, and he wants Cinda. Nico has the antidote for what ails Cinda, and he plans to make the fantasy he holds for them come true.

Will Doc Fairee’s magic work one more time? Or will Cinda and Nico’s relationship take a backseat to everything else?

Be Warned: BDSM, wax play, spanking

Buy links:

Amazon:

US: http://www.amazon.com/Cindas-Fella-Once-Dream-ebook/dp/B00CY4WIAK/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1370585118&sr=8-4&keywords=Nikki+prince

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Cindas-Fella-Once-Dream-ebook/dp/B00CY4WIAK/ref=pd_ecc_rvi_1

Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/323608Allromanceebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-cinda039sfella-1214604-147.html

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/cindas-fella-mf

Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/cindas-fella-by-nikki-prince/

Contact links:

@authornprince

nikkiprince@writeme.com

http://www.authornikkiprince.com

http://www.facebook.com/AuthorNikkiPrince

http://www.goodreads.com/AuthorNikkiPrince

Bio:

Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate.

Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.

Nikki’s also a member of Romance Writers of America National chapter (http://www.rwa.org) and OCC/RWA local chapter (http://www.occrwa.org) and is a member of the board as Co-Programs Director. She is also a member of the online chapter Passionate Ink RWA.

Support Your Sister ~ Robin Badillo’s “Got You, Babe.”

I Got You, Babe…

First of all, I’d like to thank Shyla for inviting me to be here today. I almost spaced out on her, but like the awesome lady she is, she had my back, and reminded me.

I’m Robin Badillo, but also Tyler Robbins.

I’m two women rolled in to one, because let’s face it, the world needed two of me just to prove the universe had a wicked sense of humor.

I’m a born and bred Texan, and live in a town so small we have to create our own news just to have something to do.

I began writing as a kid, but never thought I could do it for a living, until life snuck on me one day, and proved I could do anything I set my mind to.

What is it they say about necessity being the mother of invention?

Well, my family’s need for food was all the inspiration I needed to get my creative juices flowing again.

That, and a whole lot of support from people around me … especially some pretty extraordinary WOMEN!!!

I’m a child of the 60s, okay, so I came along in ’69, but that still counts.

I grew up with an understanding that the world for women was forever changing, adapting, evolving. As a witness to this revolution, without even realizing I was, I saw firsthand that women’s strengths, abilities, and boundaries knew no end.

I grew up knowing anything a boy could do, I could do better.

My generation can recall woman whipping off their bras, slinging them into the air, and shouting, ‘We’re mad as hell, and we’re not going to take it anymore.’

We also bore witness to women learning they had control over their own bodies, and we didn’t have to measure success by how quickly we could find ourselves barefoot and pregnant, standing in a state-of-the-art kitchen.

It meant we had equal rights, and equal opportunities to reach for that proverbial golden ring, grab that sucker, and never let go. It was an uphill battle, paved by our mothers, aunts, and grandmothers, for our daughters, and their daughters after them.

Brave, determined women fought the good fight for the rest of us.

When I look at my oldest daughter, who happens to be graduating high school in a couple of days, I recall how much different the world is for her today than it was for me in 1987, and my own mother in 1968.

We’ve come a long way baby, but we still have a long way to go.

I’m not as worried about surviving as I used to be, and part of that comes from waking up married with kids seven years ago this month, and going to bed that same June night, widowed, and the mother of four fatherless children.

Shock, panic, and absolute trepidation flooded my thoughts for all of about three hours as the news settled in, but then I thought of my kids.

It was in that moment that I pulled up my big girl panties, looked my best friend, Kim, in the eye and told her, without a doubt in my mind, “I got this!”

And damned if she didn’t hug my neck, and tell me she never questioned it for an instant. She still tells me that ‘til this day, and I return the favor, because that’s what women do. We stand shoulder to shoulder, armed with unwavering resolve, and a willingness to jump in front of a bus for one another if we have to

Come on, you know you have that one fried who’d help you hide a body.

That one friend who wouldn’t bail you out of jail simply because she’d be sitting right beside you in the cell.

There’s something about women … a bond like no other, this invisible tether that somehow snaps tighter whenever things get rough, and the world closes in.

It doesn’t matter what you do in life, somewhere, somehow, there was another woman who took you by the hand, showed you the way, pushed you that extra mile, hugged you a few second longer, and showed up just when you were at the end of your rope.

We might even unintentionally take her for granted, and she might do the same to us, but the best part is that the bond you share is more than likely a lot like spandex, and allows for those little imperfections, and hides all the flaws. Forgiving, and best of all—machine washable.

Women support women because nobody gets us like we get each other, and nobody is going to have our back like other members of this secret sisterhood. A club that needs no words; where an entire explanation can be summed up by a meaningful glance, and understood by a knowing nod.

If you’ve been as blessed as I have, no matter the miles between you, or how long it’s been since you last talked, it only takes a few minutes to catch up, slip right back into the swing of things, and be up to no good in no time at all.

But just in case it has been awhile since you’ve mentioned how much those strong women mean to you, or how much you appreciate the ways they’ve supported you over the years, take a few minutes to call them up, drop a card in the mail, or drive over to their house, and tell them the only words women everywhere want to hear: “I got you, babe….and I have a backseat full of chocolate with your name written all over it!!!”

May latest novel has one of the strongest women I’ve ever created in it, and although she wasn’t perfect, or even one of the main characters, she did help mold the hero into the man he eventually became.

If you’d like to meet Joslyn Reagan, check out my latest novel, published under my pen name, Tyler Robbins, “A Beautiful Lie”.

Blurb:

Jesse Reagan has had more than his share of tragedy, and he may have been dealt another blow when, once again, cancer threatens the sister who raised him. Faced with the possibility of being left behind, Jesse vows to care for her young son, though he’s not convinced he can.

When Trip Cantrell returns to town, he’s blindsided the instant he’s reunited with his kid brother’s lifelong friend, Jesse. His inability to find happiness in the years he’s been gone, suddenly makes sense. Love’s been waiting at home all along.

Life begins to look promising, except for the fact that neither have come out of the closet publicly, and that’s not even their biggest problem. Someone has a secret so shocking they may never find a way past it.

Will they be accepted in their small Texas town, or will secrets, lies, and the threat of tragedy destroy everything?

Some small towns just aren’t meant to hold big secrets.

Buy Links:

Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-beautiful-lie-by-tyler-robbins/

Amazon: http://amzn.to/17uaLNM

All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-abeautifullie-1186614-145.html

Tyler’s Links:

Blog: http://www.tylerrobbins.org

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/robin.badillo

FB Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/author.tyler.robbins

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Robin_Badillo

I just want to thank Robin for this amazing, inspiring post! This had me tearing up. Sharing like this is the reason I put SYS month together. DO you have a friend like the ones she mentioned above? We’d love to hear your stories.

Support Your Sister ~ Come and Roar with Doris O’Connor & enter a contest

I Want to thank everyone for stopping by and reading the posts for Support your Sister Month! It’s been fantastic. You guys are awesome! Today I’m lucky enough to have the amazing Doris O’Connor aboard getting us ready to Roar into Tuesday surfing the Woman power wave. Because this just goes hand in hand with one of the gifts I’ve been dying to give away, one lucky commenter will win this amazing tank top.

When Shyla approached me to see whether I would be interested to participate in this month long feature on her blog, I jumped at the chance.

I am the mother of five wonderful girls, and as such it is extra important to me to celebrate all things womankind. So many pressures are put on women in this society. To conform, to be the best wife, mother, employee, to be that size zero, to have the perfect house, body, marriage, children, etc. etc.

The list is endless, really, and I am quite shocked at times how early those pressures start. My eight year old has been known to look at herself and pronounce herself fat. She is not, not at all. She is perfectly in proportion, but I guess in comparison to her sisters she might think she is. The rest of them are all super model skinny, especially my 15 year old. Ironically she has encountered problems at school because of her natural body size. She has been labeled Anorexic, an insult to those suffering from that debilitating eating disorder.

I shake my head in wonder and sometimes despair at the way society treats body image and perhaps most importantly at how we, as women, are our own worst critic.

As long as we are healthy and fit, does it really matter what we look like? As I frequently tell my girls beauty comes from the inside. True inner beauty will shine through, no matter what your body looks like, and the greatest gift you can give to yourself is to love you, no matter what shape, size, or ethnic origin you are.

So, I want to give a big thumbs up to women everywhere. Let’s celebrate our differences and stick together against those that seem to think beauty only comes in one size and shape and colour.

My girls have each other and as much as they fight like sisters do, they also build each other up. With the encouragement of the whole family they are growing up to love themselves for who they are.

And that is all any of us can do.

Some of my harshest critics have been other women. But you know what, the few true friends I do have, have been invaluable in their support and love.

In my writing too, I celebrate women. My heroines have backbone and they celebrate their unique femininity in whatever form that may take. True feminism lies in the right to choose your own destiny. That’s something my Gran always said to me.

And she was one of the wisest women I ever knew. A true trail blazer in her time, she never lost sight of what it meant to be a woman, and if I am half the woman she was, then I am very happy.

We’re women, here us roar!

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A bit about me:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

If you feel the need to check me out:

Website Blog Twitter Facebook Pinterest Evernight Publishing

Amazon All Romance E-Books BookStrand Barnes&Noble

And before I disappear, let me share my latest kick ass heroine. Anna is the daughter of a slayer, and she has a decision to make that will change her life forever. She’s Under Orders…

Blurb: Who ever heard of being ordered to wear vibrating panties to a business meeting? The visiting CEO may be sex-on-legs-gorgeous, but Anna knows a sexual harassment case when she sees it. No one is going to order her to entertain Jonathan Symmonds—no one but her own body it seems.

Jonathan proves a hard man to resist. When he reveals his secret identity, this daughter of a slayer ought to be running for the hills not play submissive to his dark side.

Will passion and a shared past be enough to keep them together, or is their bond doomed to end at the stake?

Be Warned: bondage, public exhibition

For a hot excerpt, click here.

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Thanks for letting me participate, Shyla 

Support your Sister ~ A Friend in need is a Friend Indeed

Good Morning my lovelies! Today’s addition to Support Your Sister Month comes from my Mother in law. I’m blessed to be a part of a family that loves, supports, and gets involved. * Grins. We all know life is hectic and chaotic and at times it can be difficult to carve out a chunk of time for ourselves to be able to lend a hand to our girlfriends, but it’s so important. I truly believe friendships feed the soul.

I had a friend, a lady who used to come by to request things from the library where I worked. She was moving out of state so I thought I would go by to see her before she had left. When I got there she was busy coordinating with the movers to finish the load. Afterward I asked what she had had for breakfast (as most stuff had been packed and gone) she said she hadn’t thought of it yet (and it was 10:00) so I said I would grab her something and come right back. She still had much to do, the house had to be cleaned the dog picked up from the vet, car picked up from the shop (and on and on) . I called my boss and requested a few days off to help her. He said fine as her knew her also. We made her rounds and I asked how she was doing on cash, and would she need some for the trip, did she have travelers’ checks? Yep we made another trip out. We had a great day and became even better friends. The next morning I stopped by again just to make sure she was doing ok, She said I am so glad you’re here, can you stay? I have so many things to finish and still have to leave for the airport this evening. I stayed and we worked all day, We emptied the fridge,the freezer and sent leftover food not taken to friends that could use it. She finally got off ok and left me with the keys to let some other folks in to pick up stuff she had promised them.

A week later she called me to say I sure wish you were here, My family hasn’t helped much and then I fell down the stairs when I missed that last step, She had fractured her elbow and would be out of commission for at least two weeks. I said I could come if she wanted but she said that her new ward(church) would be sending in someone to help and that that would be a good way to start to make new friends in their new home.

We are still good friends and when they come back to Florida to visit family (and we are there) she always calls and stops by.

I have learned to always follow the promptings of that still small voice when it says to call, stop by, or visit a little longer, because someone might need a little lift, no matter how small.

I can tell you from personal experience a move is a bowl of crash sprinkled with stress, and a dash of exhaustion. I can imagine how much this help was very appreciated. A huge thanks again to the Mother in law for contributing. It really feels my heart with happiness and joy to see so many folks coming together to help me with this. If you want to get involved, please let me know! I still have some open dates.

Remember no matter how put together someone may seem everyone can use a word of encouragement, a listening ear, shoulder to lean on and some uplifting. I think the Beatles summed it up well.

I get by with a little help from my friends

Support your Sister Month Begins ! Come and celebrate sisterhood and positivity

Support your Sister month is my way of promoting helping instead of hurting among women. When I entered into a predominantly female field I was stunned by some of the situations I ran into. I felt like I was in high school all over again. *Grimaces. Instead of letting the experiences color my world for the worst, I wanted to do something to make them better.

I’ve always been a laid back kinda girl who blossomed later in life. So majority of the time I suppose I was, and in a lot of ways still am, “A guys girl.” I played basketball growing up, I like comics, sci-fi, adventure movies, going to concerts, punk rocks, and vintage things. If you’re forming a picture of me in jeans, chucks, a band t-shirt and black rimmed glasses you’re about right.

Growing up that wasn’t what a “woman” was thought to be like. Coming from the Midwest there’s a lot of that old-fashioned thinking still in place. I rebelled against it, because in my mind, all I ever wanted was to be “me” whatever that meant at the time. I want my girls to have that same opportunity to explore who they are/want to be, and buck tradition and trend in lieu of following their own hearts.

Now that you know a little about me and what prompted this month I’ll kick things off 

I’m kicking things off with a literal translation. I’m lucky enough to have an amazing Sister-in-law named Cindi, who owns , Simply Created, a business that customizes shirts per your needs. Now I’m not just a family member, I’m a client. She really works one on one and listens to what you’re saying to produce what you see in your head.

http://www.simplycreated.org/index.html

Midweek Inspiration : The wheel turns and I let go

Oh sorry this is coming in late, I’m a little impaired. The wheel in the sky never stops turning and Memorial day was no different. The Colt family spent most of Monday in the Er. My left index finger was sensitive to the touch, twitching, and unable to straighten out without excruciating pain. Now, I have a high pain tolerance, so when I’m having issues, my husband will bundle me and the lils up, and take me to the hospital in a heartbeat. Usually it’s at his insistence. I can’t blame him the last two times were serious, Gall bladder removal, and labor. After waiting, x-rays, and a trip to the doctor I’m being monitored for a couple of options.

It’s scary. My hands are my lively hood and since I stay at home being limited is tough… Let’s just say changing a diaper one handed is not the funniest thing I’ve ever done, lol. Instead of panicking I let go, and trusted in the Man upstairs who walks with me every step. I’m happy to say after wrapping it and keeping it rested the pain is receding. I’m hoping by the end of the week I’ll be back to normal and no specialist will be needed. That bought with the hospital really renewed the fire that all writer’s have burning. It showed me how much I want this. It also allowed me to slow down and take a hard look at the journey I’ve made. Soon it’ll be my 2 year anniversary, if you can believe it.

It’s funny how something seemingly un related can bring up the most random things. I’ve been able to let go of a lot of things weighing me down. Has this ever happened to you? Where a random event becomes a catalyst?

I talk about Cinda Fella with the amazing Nikki Prince

Cinda’s Fella is a fun adult spin on the fairy tale Cinderella. It’s the second story in the Once Upon a Dream series I have with Evernight Publishing in their naughty fairy tale line.

It was great fun telling Cinda’s story.

Blurb: Cinda A. Rella’s life revolved around helping others. She’s used to not getting what she wants, everyone else’s needs more important. She’s spent her life taking care of her father, stepmother and two stepsisters. When her father and stepmother die, Cinda continues taking care of her stepsisters and runs from the only man who could give her everything she ever wanted.

Nicolai Charming is a Dominant used to getting what he wants, and he wants Cinda. Nico has the antidote for what ails Cinda, and he plans to make the fantasy he holds for them come true.

Will Doc Fairee’s magic work one more time? Or will Cinda and Nico’s relationship take a backseat to everything else?

Excerpt:

She finally found her voice. “Nico, what are you doing here?”

He laughed and she flushed. What a stupid question. “Hmm, well, this is my office, Cinda.”

“Yes, right. I guess I meant why’re you here so late. But then that would bring up the same answer. You can be here as much as you’d like. I was just cleaning; I can go and come back when you’re gone. My regular janitor for your offices isn’t here.” She was rambling. He stood and with a gasp she hurried towards the door. Her only thought was of escaping.

“Going so soon, Cin? We haven’t seen each other in years.” He was barring her way. She stopped just in front of him.

“There’s a reason for that, Nico.” She licked her lips and groaned inwardly as his gaze riveted to her mouth and his grin widened even more.

“Now, now … you know you don’t mean that. I know you so very well, like the back of my own hand, Cin.”

He was right, he knew her, though that didn’t mean they needed to be together in any way, shape, or form. He advanced and she moved back. She held her hands up to stop him from getting any closer; he pressed his chest into her hands, and she discerned it was on purpose.

“Master…” The word was out before she could stop it.

“There, now tell me that doesn’t feel right. Tell me.”

She didn’t say anything, just continued to stare up into the most gorgeous eyes ever. She swallowed hard.

“You can’t tell me because it wouldn’t be true.” When he cupped her chin in his hand, she let go the ragged breath she’d been holding. His touch sent electricity through her body. He was always so gentle and caring, something she hadn’t had in her life before him or since.

“Tell me that you don’t want this … me.”

She couldn’t tell him that, because it wouldn’t be the truth. She’d wanted him from the moment she’d met him. He used the pad of his thumb to stroke over her bottom lip and when she didn’t move away he moved his thumb and replaced it with his lips. She moaned, her hands still against his chest, but curled into his dress shirt.

He tugged at her lips with his teeth then teased along the seam with his tongue, demanding entrance. Unable to deny him anything she parted her mouth and moaned softly as his tongue filled her mouth.

He drew her even closer when he hooked his fingers into the belt loops on her jeans and tugged her forward. The evidence of his desire pressed against her lower belly through his pants. She didn’t resist him. In fact, she whimpered when he parted the kiss.

“Damn, I’ve missed your taste, girl.”

She licked her lips again and his gaze darkened.

“You know just what to do to me.”

As he said those words he walked her backwards and then she felt the desk bump the back of her legs. She opened her mouth to protest and it was as if he knew that’s what she was going to do as he covered her mouth with his own.

Besides their breathing, the only sound in the room was the rasp of her zipper as he undid her denims then pulled them down over her hips. They pooled at her feet and he picked her up and settled her on the edge of the desk, causing her jeans to slip off and onto the floor. She was in a pair of silk bikini panties and a t-shirt that was emblazoned with her business name, Midnight Cleaners.

He drug his mouth from hers. “This is your last chance to say no…” He was gently massaging her back. He’d always had strong, capable hands that turned her to putty.

“Please…”

“Please what, Cin? It hasn’t been that long that you don’t know who I am to you.” He pulled her t-shirt up over her head, tossing it to the floor. When he cupped her breasts and kneaded them, she arched into his hands. She cried out as he nipped the tops of her breasts.

“Who am I to you, Cin?” he said once more, a bit firmer than before.

“Master Nico…”

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Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate.

Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.

Nikki’s also a member of Romance Writers of America National chapter (http://www.rwa.org) and OCC/RWA local chapter (http://www.occrwa.org) and is a member of the board as Co-Programs Director. She is also a member of the online chapter Passionate Ink RWA.

Wet and Wild Blog Hop

Summer is here and we’re helping you kick of the heat with some wet and wild fun * winks. Oh and let’s not forget the prizes. When you hop you get a chance to win the grand prize, a 100 Dollar gift certificate to Victoria’s Secret , and a Digital Gift basket that includes Wanderlust by Sky Warren, Dirsty Distractions by Cari Quiin, Knight & Stay by Kitty French, Fever by Maya Banks, and The girl in 6E by Alessandra Torre!

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I like sweet with a lot of heat, and quirk, which is exactly what you’ll get with Mistaken Identity where Live Action Role Playing has never been so sexy.

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Mid-week Inspiration Shyla Colt & the Soul Suckers

Shyla Colt& the Soul Suckers ,

It sounds like a new fangled version of Jason and the Argonauts. I think in a way it sort of is. Sometime the bloodiest wars are the ones we fight in silence. Because we all know we can bleed from wounds that aren’t physical. So, what’s a Soul Sucker? It’s a black hole, a negative, draining, person/thing that makes life hard. It can come from within or the outside.

I’ve been in the heat of battle with a few things myself this month. In the end I had to back away and in the words of my Mom ‘Shut it down. If something is wrapping around your ankles like a ball-and-chain, and dragging you toward the waters of despair, intentional or not, it’s time to gain some distance between you and the obstacle.

This week I do exactly that. I’ve watched enough Supernatural to convince myself I’m a long, lost Winchester. Read books just to read! It sounds funny coming from an author I know. But you get so busy writing your TBR list piles up high enough to bury your house. I also took a step back, thought about the future, and my journey so far.

I become engulfed by the arduous process of keeping up momentum to move forward I occasionally lose sight of the big picture. Do you know in July I’ll have been writing for two years! I know it’s crazy, right? In honor of that milestone, and the release of, Keys to Heaven I’ll be having a very fun month with lots of contests, prizes, and fun things… More about that later.

What do you do when you find yourself latched onto by Soul Suckers?