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Heroines in Control! March 30 @ngwngroup #FBparty #win

Hi everyone and happy Monday!

Nona here just sharing some fun news--the Nice Girls Writing Naughty author/reader group will be having a party! The theme is Heroines in Control and features awesome, kickass heroines of all kinds, from Cookie Lyon (the Empire heroine) to Jane Eyre. I'll be there, too, talking about my fave heroine, Wonder Woman! She was a feminist before the word became popular and was all about women taking control of their own lives while helping make the world a better place.

The fun takes place tonight (March 30) from 5:00 to 11:00 pm EST on Facebook. The lovely Angel Payne will be our hostess with the mostest and will offer a $100 GC from Gyft.com to one lucky winner. There are plenty of other prizes, too! 

Check out the fabulous line up of authors:

Angel Payne (Hostess, intro and wrap-up)

Zoey Derrick
Nona Raines
Ella Sheridan
Darah Lace
Hildie McQueen
Dakota Trace
Leela Lou Dahlin
Nese Lane
Lara Archer
Taige Crenshaw
Make sure to join us for all the fun! 

https://www.facebook.com/events/1570376449900951/
Have a wonderful week, everyone!

Book Tour: Of Love and Vengeance @LouiseLyndon1 #historical #giveaway #GoddessFish

**Louise will be awarding a $15 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour! Please scroll down for the form.**
BLURB:
Forced to marry Lord Aymon to ensure her young nephew’s survival, English Lady Laila vows undying hatred for the Norman she holds responsible for the deaths of so many innocents. Discovering Aymon has committed an act of treason gives her the chance to seek vengeance he deserves.  But can Laila let Aymon die at the hands of the king once she learns the truth?
A hardened Norman warrior, Lord Aymon has lived through atrocities no man ever should. With the invasion of England over, all he wants is a quiet life and a wife who will give him heirs and obey his every command. Instead, he finds himself wed to feisty and outspoken Laila. But when she learns the truth of his treasonous act, can Aymon count on her to keep his secret?



Excerpt:
Laila heard them long before she saw them. Their angry, frenzied shouts and thunderous roars filled her ears. With her hands tied securely behind her, she was dragged up the lane toward Tyburn Gallows, where she was to be hanged for a crime she did not commit. The mob sounded blood thirsty. Large. Frightening.
There was no sign of Aymon. Or Hugh. Had they left her alone to die?
Her chin trembled and her nails dug into her palms.
She suddenly fell to her knees and screamed until she tasted blood at the back of her throat. She kicked out and tried to crawl free as her hair was almost torn from the roots as she was pulled up and shoved along the lane.
Her eyes burned with her tears.
“I am innocent!” Laila screamed.
They came around a corner, and that’s when she saw them. There must have been a least two thousand men, women, and children, hungry for her blood. And when they saw her, they erupted into a wild fever of roars and cries for a slow and painful death. Their thirst had been piqued, and now it must be sated.
Laila was shoved into the center of the clearing.
She glanced wildly around in a desperate search for Aymon’s towering, bulky frame. She could not see him.
But what she could see was the Tyburn Tree. The gallows she was to be hanged from. The executioner, hooded, stood beside the tree as he waited patiently for her. Laila’s mouth suddenly went dry.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Louise grew up in country Victoria, Australia, before moving to England, where for sixteen years she soaked up the vibrancy of London and the medieval history of England. She has since returned to Australia and now lives in Melbourne.
She has been writing the moment she picked up a copy of Diana Gabaldon's first Outlander novel twenty something years ago. She thought to herself, 'this is what I want to do' - not travel back in time, but become a novelist! She has always had snippets of dialogue and scenes floating around in her head with characters screaming at her to bring them to life.
In 2013, Louise won first prize in the Crested Butte Sandy Writing contest – Historical category for her story, The Promise, which is now called, Of Love and Vengeance.
When not writing, she can be found covered in mud, crawling under barbed wire and hoisting herself over twelve foot walls - under the guise of competing in Spartan races all over Australia.
AUTHOR LINKS:
EMAIL:  louise_lyndon@yahoo.com
Website:  http://www.LouiseLyndon.com
Blog: http://www.LouiseLyndon.com/blog
Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/pages/Louise-...
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LouiseLyndon1
Pinterest: llyndon3513
BUY LINKS:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Love-Vengeance-Louise-Lyndon-ebook/dp/B00Q3NBQ56/
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/of-love-and-vengeance-louise-lyndon/1120929944
Publisher: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=242_176_138&products_id=5976


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#Review: Texting All Hearts by Various Authors #romance #boxedset

Texting All Hearts—Boxed SetSeven Multi-Published Authors
What do rodeos, otherworldly encounters, exotic dancers, bondage, hot sex, refound love, and time travel have in common? Besides romantic, edge of your seat fun and intrigue, they all evolve from a single text. Seven multi-genre novellas that promise to heat your nights and warm your hearts.

Her Cowboy DomBliss
Tate Hardy’s best friend leaves him all his cattle if he spends thirty days on a ranch with a woman he wants but can't have. Jess is a nice girl, and Tate doesn't do nice. Jessica Campbell needs her brother’s cattle as collateral for a loan. To get rid of the sexy bull rider, she suggests he teach her about D/s. When he agrees, Jess gets more than she bargained for from her cowboy Dom.
Midnight RoadLorelei Buckley
Drew Mathews cherishes her deceased husband’s lingering spirit. When his best friend, Dominic, reveals her late spouse’s dark secrets, Drew's crushed. She turns to Dominic and neighbors for support and stumbles into a passionate love affair and a slew of bizarre commonalities restricted to the residents of Midnight Road. As mysteries unfold, inalterable conditions threaten her romantic relationship, her life, and possibly, the world.
A Lethal AffairDebra Jupe
With a rumored serial killer targeting exotic dancers, Daisy Piper is more than a little worried when her co-worker goes missing. Her concern escalates when a guy she’s never met shows up claiming her friend stole his laptop. A mild-mannered computer whiz on the surface, Miles Garton is a total contrast from the streetwise Daisy. But he’s on a mission of his own, making the jaded stripper suspicious. Fighting each other, a mutual attraction, and the truth, they team up to find the missing woman.
Sexting TexasDarah Lace
Texas Tallulah Taylor never thought she’d be turned on by a dirty text from a stranger, one that leads to a delicious sexting session with her best friend. Will Sanderson never thought the love of his life would see him as anything but a friend. Maybe sexting Texas will show her this cowboy aims to give her the ride of her life…for the rest of her life.
The Dom DeliversNese Lane
He’s a Dominant, and she’s as vanilla as they come…Designer Jenna Jaynes enjoys the safe bubble of her creative world, until her delivery guy bursts through and steals her heart. CFO Aden Kelley’s regimented world is thrown into chaos when a spitfire dressmaker captures his soul. Will the Dom convince vanilla to swirl?
Wounded HeartsLinda LaRoque
Sarah Lawson's fiancé Logan Miller died in Afghanistan. She receives a text from Brandon Perdue, one of his war buddies, who wants to meet and deliver a message from Logan. Physically and emotionally scarred, Brandon values Sarah's friendship. Sarah wants their relationship to deepen, but he fears she's projecting her feelings for Logan on to him.
Pale With ColorSusan JP Owens

Cheyenne Clark doubts Captain Joseph Westerly’s beliefs about reincarnation, but a twenty-first century gal stuck in1862, during the Battle of Gettysburg, creates a new perception about philosophies and physics. After Joseph’s death, Cheyenne returns to her time period and anticipates his rebirth. Will Joseph find her?

***Nona's review of Texting All Hearts***
Texting All Hearts is a collection of seven novellas of various romance genres. In each story, it is a text that "gets the ball rolling." Aside from that, this collection covers a wide range of romance sub-genres.

"Her Cowboy Dom" by Bliss uses a trope I've seen often in historical romance-- the "reading of the will", wherein H/h are forced to spend time together to meet the requirements of inheritance. In this modern day story, Jess has been left a large ranch by her deceased older brother and his best friend Tate has been left the stock. The terms of the will require Tate, a rodeo rider, to stick around for thirty days. Neither Jess nor Tate are happy about this. Jess blames Tate for her brother's demise while Tate lusts for Jess but doesn't want to subject her to his dominant ways. This was a very sexy story about two people who have to overcome misunderstanding to find love. I felt for Jess, wanting to assert herself and follow her own dreams and being thwarted by two headstrong men (brother and lover) who just want to "protect" her. Contains BDSM themes. Hot!

"Midnight Road" by Lorelei Buckley was fun because it wasn't what I expected. The title had me thinking it would be romantic suspense, but it threw me for a loop. Every time I thought I knew what was happening, the author threw in a twist. Drew's mired in depression after the death of her husband, but how can she work through it when he seems to be haunting her? Her old friend Dominic shows up, angry that she's not been taking care of herself. Drew and Dominic take advantage of their long-suppressed attraction and begin an affair while trying to figure out what's happening to all the houses along Midnight Road and the people who live there. This story is a genre-bender, mixing second-chance-at-love, paranormal and even sci-fi.

"A Lethal Affair" by Debra Jupe really got me with its characterization. I loved the heroine, Daisy, who is a toughie with a heart of gold. She's had a hard life and her work as an exotic dancer makes her view life cynically. But when her friend, another stripper, suddenly disappears, Daisy does everything she can to try to find her. She's helped by Miles, who has his own reasons to find Beth. Sparks fly between Daisy and Miles, and the danger threatens when some of Daisy's co-workers are found murdered. The secondary characters are interesting, too, but Daisy stands out for her honesty and courage. The story had such a great build up, I was a bit disappointed that it seemed to wrap up so quickly.

"Sexting Texas" by Darah Lace was an emotional rollercoaster. This story really tugs the heartstrings. For those who love friends to lovers stories, this is a winner. Texas is keeping Will strictly in the friend zone, though he wants much more than that. A mistakenly sent raunchy text makes Will up his game when he sees how Texas reacts to sexy talk. There's some good erotic fun here as Will tries to win Texas over. Feelings run high in the story, and once or twice I wanted to clunk the characters' heads together and tell them "talk!" But readers will cheer for the hard won HEA.

"The Dom Delivers" by Nese Lane is another BDSM entry with lots of sexy times as Jenna explores her submissive nature with her delivery man who also happens to be a Dom. Jenna's a curvy gal and just beginning to emerge from a personal loss. Aydan delivers more than flowers and packages--he helps her gain confidence in her sexuality and her ability to submit. Readers will enjoy seeing Jenna blossom. I loved the supporting character Cedric and the menage scene at the end was the cherry on top of this vanilla swirl sundae.

"Wounded Hearts" by Linda LaRoque was a very touching story of a woman trying to overcome the loss of her fiance. This story would be considered a sweet or "clean" romance as it contained no explicit sexuality, but that did not detract at all from the emotion. When Sarah meets Brandon, a scarred veteran who was close to her fiance, she feels drawn to him. I loved how Brandon was depicted, as such a noble man who did not feel worthy of her. This story really tugged the heartstrings as both characters struggle with their feelings and Brandon deals with the effects of PTSD. And then comes twist that I did not foresee.

"Pale With Color" by Susan JP Owens is a time-travel romance wherein Cheyenne goes from a spectator at a Civil War re-enactment to finding herself back in that era and falling in love with an Army doctor. As the two get to know each other, Cheyenne is torn between wanting to return to her own time and wanting to stay with Joseph. Themes of re-incarnation enter the tale when Joseph is killed (I'm not revealing anything not told in the blurb) and Cheyenne returns to the present day. Fans of fantasy and paranormal romance will enjoy this sexy story.

Whether you like your romances steamy or sweet, there is something in this collection for everyone.

Texting All Hearts is available at Amazon! 
http://amzn.com/B00TEO3TU6



Links for the authors:
Blissemail:  Bliss@blissauthor.comwebsite:  www.blissauthor.comblog:  http://www.blissauthor.blogspot.comFa...  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Bliss-...  https://twitter.com/blissauthorPinter...  http://www.pinterest.com/blissauthorw...
Lorelei BuckleyWebsite: www.loreleibuckley.comPinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/loreleibuck... https://twitter.com/Lorelei_BuckleyFa...  https://www.facebook.com/lorelei.buck...
Debra JupeDebraJupe@gmail.comwww.facebook.authordebrajupe.comtwitter: @DebJupeAuthorwww.debrajupe.wordpress.comdebrajupe@...
Darah Lacedarah@darahlace.comBlog: ‪www.darahlace.blogspot.comFacebook: ‪www.facebook.com/darahlaceTwitter: @DarahLacePintrest: ‪pinterest.com/darahlace
Nese Lanewww.NeseLane.comwww.facebook.com/Nese...
Linda LaRoquelinda@lindalaroque.comhttp://www.lindalaroqueauthor.blogspo... Amazon Pagehttps://www.pinterest.com/lindalaroque/
Susan JP OwensWeb Site:  www.SusanJPOwens.comFacebook: www.facebook.com/pages/Susan-JP-Owens... @SusanJPOwensPinterest: www.pinterest.com/susanjpowens/www.go...

Re-release: Strength of Arms by Danica St. Como #erotic #menage #military

Hi all! I'm proud to announce my author buddy and fellow Diva Danica St. Como's  Strength of Arms is once again available! Everyone who loved her Men of Sanctuary series will be thrilled that the entire series will return, to be published by Loose Id. The newest addition to the series, Aloha Man, was published last month. Grab it if you're a lover of gay and/or multicultural romance. The first installment of the series features a kick-ass heroine and the two amazing men who fall for her.



In the wilds of Maine on her way to complete an assignment, CIA Clandestine Ops agent Lorelei Randall is ambushed and nearly killed. She is rescued by retired Marine scout sniper Adam Stone and his spotter/partner, Lucian Duquesne, and taken to Sanctuary training camp. The men care for her, and sexual heat quickly develops between the three.

Unable to choose between them, Lorelei ultimately accepts both hard, muscled, determined men as her lovers—which puts her assignment, and her life, at further risk. With Lucian as their anchor, Lorelei experiments with both him and Adam, singly and together, realizing she's been missing such hot, over the top, ramped up sex. Although the men do their best to protect her, she stubbornly insists that she is totally capable of caring for herself. But changing the game plan at the last minute, her stubbornness places her at the wrong end of an assassin's gun.


Excerpt:

Lucian Duquesne watched Adam Stone match his speed, then press the throttle lever with his calloused thumb. The all-terrain vehicle rocketed along the rough two-track trail, through the trees, and up the rocky slope. Once Adam reached the clearing, he parked, then shut down the engine. 

Lucian pulled up alongside, took off his goggles, and continued the morning’s debate. “It’s not like we need to wire the whole camp. Let’s say, a thousand feet out from the buildings. Cut me some slack here, hoss. With our clientele, we should increase the efficiency of our perimeter alarms. Civilians, hikers, misdirected vacationers, poachers don’t need to be crossing the line of demarcation into our range of fire.” 

A loud crack reverberated under the heavy canopy of tall trees, followed by a second, forestalling Adam’s response. Gunshots. Then a third sound, dull and metallic, like the slamming of a heavy door. 

Lucian arched an eyebrow at Adam, attempting to radiate cocky vindication. He reached for the rifle stowed in the weapon carrier on the rear deck of his four-wheeler, then rested the weapon on his lap. “Shithead poachers.” 

Adam picked up his rifle. He jacked cartridges into the chamber, aimed toward a slope away from the direction of the sounds, then fired two quick rounds. 

“People here. Private property!” His strong voice echoed after the rifle shots. He cranked over the ATV, headed toward the original shots. Lucian brought up the rear. 

They reached the road and were immediately enveloped in the cloud of dust obscuring an eastbound vehicle. Adam gave chase. 

As the gritty powder settled, Lucian spotted two long black patches of tread marks. The acrid odor of vulcanized rubber lingered in the air. 

Adam returned. “Someone was in a damn hurry.” 

Lucian frowned, but not at Adam’s curt remark. “Yo, hoss, tracks at eleven o’clock.” 

They dismounted and carried their rifles. Experienced trackers, they didn’t disturb the terrain more than necessary. The trail of churned earth led them to the edge of the clearing. Before the ground broke and dropped into the ravine, the way was blocked—the forward motion of a dark blue four-door SUV had been abruptly halted by a rhino-size boulder and a giant tree. 

As they approached the wreck, Lucian took photos of the scene before they touched anything. Then he hurried to the driver’s door. “Driver still in place, window is pebbled from the inside, looks like blood. Door is jammed. Try the other side.” 

Adam checked out the front passenger door. “Not gonna happen. Truck’s wedged tight. See if the back door opens. If not, we’ll go through the tailgate.” 

The driver’s-side passenger door creaked and complained loudly, but Lucian managed to force it open by bracing a leg against the side of the truck and yanking. The car alarm sounded. From the backseat, he stretched past the driver to switch off the ignition, silencing the alarm. 

The driver hung forward, suspended by her seat belt. 

“Female, unconscious, has a pulse. That’s all I can tell from here.” 


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Hot Contemporary Romance
Edgy ~ Emotional ~ Erotic
www.nonaraines.com
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Emerald Keep @noonandwilder #SFF #gayromance #giveaway

Happy Friday, everyone! Today I'm hosting my writer buddy (and fellow member of the Nice Girls Writing Naughty group) A. Catherine Noon. She's here to chat about her upcoming release Emerald Keep. It's a gay science fantasy romance that sounds fascinating. She's also chatting about one of her hobbies, knitting. I've been a knitter, but have never been able to size anything correctly. Even when I stick to something simple, I end up with something that's too big to wear as a scarf and too small to use as a blanket. :-) 

So thanks for being here, Noony, and please tell us more about your hobby. 


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Why I Knit
Thank you to Nona for hosting me today as part of the Keepsake Tour, to celebrate the release of Emerald Keep.  Nona asked me to talk a little about knitting and crocheting, which is one of my favorite subjects.




This is the Emerald Keep Scarf.  I’m knitting it from a pattern that Barbara Walker included in her book, A Second Treasury of Knitting Patterns.  It’s called “Two-Color Star Stitch.”  While it’s not a difficult stitch, it’s not how I started out.  I started by making simple patterns in 2000 when I took a class with a Chicago artist and teacher, Sharon Shoji. 
I had tried to learn to knit before, but couldn’t translate from the 2-D instructions in my books to the 3-D reality of needles and yarn.  When I took Sharon’s basic knitting class, I went from not being able to make a knot with the yarn to making cables and lace.  What’s amazing about it is that I gained something besides the skill to make stuff.  I discovered that two sticks and yarn can turn into meditation.
It’s no surprise that meditation is good for us.  But in our modern lives, getting still and sitting quietly for an extended period of time, even twenty minutes, is difficult – at least for me.  My thoughts refuse to quiet down.  But by concentrating on the yarn, I am able to occupy that noisy part of my mind that won’t quiet down during meditation. 
Then I discovered something else.  I can talk and knit at the same time.  This allows me to hang out with friends and not get antsy.  I can focus during meetings, assuming it’s not a disruption to be knitting while it’s going on.  And long drives?  Piece of cake – especially when I found out about light-up knitting needles (the light is in the tip) and lapel book lights. 
Do you have a particular hobby that you enjoy?  Tell me in the comments and be entered to win one of several prizes, including the Emerald Keep Scarf.
And as a teaser, here’s the cover and a blurb for Emerald Keep.  It’s out on April 8th at your favorite bookseller.


Trapped by the blazing suns of Daymonth inside a cliff city, will Keeper Teeka be able to save Hunter Quill from the censure of the Emerald Council, as well as a new unseen foe, both whom are determined to part the new lovers?


When Emerald Keeper Teeka returns to the city of Reghdad and leaves the harsh desert behind, he finds that not all dangers come from the Great Valley. The dangerous Daymonth is nearly upon them and no one can survive on the surface of the planet -- but Senior Hunter Quill Mayer is trying to get to Reghdad, and Teeka, before the start of it. Even if he makes it, Emerald Keep denies Teeka's Contract with Senior Hunter Quill, and Teeka discovers his enemy is more powerful than any of them suspected and he will stop at nothing to separate Teeka and Quill -- even by striking in the very heart of the city. 

Emerald Keep is Book 2 in The Persis Chronicles:Book 1 EMERALD FIRE
Other Fun Stuff From A. Catherine Noon:Check out COOK LIKE A WRITERLinks: Blog | Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon | LinkedIn | Pandora Knoontime Knitting:  Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Ravelry
Noon and Wilder links: Blog | Taurus and Taurus (NSFW) | Website | Facebook

***Friends, make sure to leave a comment about your hobby to be entered into this awesome giveaway! The comments will be open for the remainder of the book tour, until April 18*** 

Have a wonderful weekend, all!
Nona Raines
Hot Contemporary Romance
Edgy ~ Emotional ~ Erotic
www.nonaraines.com
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#BookBlitz & #Giveaway: Love the Way You Lie @skye_warren #newrelease #darkromance @IndieSagePR

Love the Way You Lieby Skye Warren
Publication Date: March 12, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Dark, Romance

***Skye is offering a $50 Amazon GC to a lucky winner! Scroll down to enter!***

Amazon
A dark romance about the lies that lead us down… I’ll do anything to get safe, even if that means working at the scariest club in town. I’ll do anything to stay hidden, even if it means taking off my clothes for strangers. I’ll do anything to be free. Except give him up. When he looks at me, I forget why I can’t have him. He’s beautiful and scarred. His body fits mine, filling the places where I’m hollow, rough where I am soft. He’s the one man who wants to help, but he has his own agenda. He has questions I can’t answer. What are you afraid of? You.


EXCERPT:
    In the first moments onstage, I’m always blinded.     The bright lights, the smoke. The wall of sound that feels almost tangible, as if it’s trying to keep me out, push me back, protect me from what’s going to happen next. I’m used to the dancing, and the catcalls, and the reaching, grabbing hands—as much as I can be. But I’m never quite used to this moment, being blinded, feeling small.    I reach for the pole and find it, swinging my body around so the gauzy scrap of fabric flies up, giving the men near the stage a view of my ass. I still can’t quite make anything out.       There are dark spots in my vision.    The smile’s not even a lie, not really. It’s a prop, like the four inch heels and the wings that snap as I drop them to the stage.    Broken.    A few people clap from the back.    Now all that’s left is a lacy bra and panty set. I grip the pole and head into my routine, wrapping around the pole, sliding off, and starting all over again. I lose myself in the physicality of it, going into the zone as if I were running a marathon. This is the best part, losing myself in the burn of my muscles and the slide of the metal pole against my skin and the cold, angry rhythm of the song. It’s not like ballet, but it’s still a routine. Something solid, when very few things in my life are solid.    I finish on the pole and begin to work the stage, moving around so I can collect tips. I can see again, just barely, making out shadowy silhouettes in the chairs.    Not many.    There’s a regular on one side. I recognize him. Charlie. He tosses a five dollar bill on the stage, and I bend down long and slow to pick it up. He gets a wink and a shimmy for his donation. As I’m straightening, I spot another man on the other side of the stage.    His posture is slouched, one leg kicked out, the other under his chair, but somehow I can tell he isn’t really relaxed. There’s tension in the long lines of his body. There’s power.    And that makes me nervous.    I spin away and shake my shit for the opposite side of the room, even though there’s barely anyone there. It’s only a matter of time before I need to face him again. But I don’t need to look at him. They don’t pay me to look them in the eye.    Still I can’t help but notice his leather boots and padded jacket. Did he ride a motorcycle? It seems like that kind of leather, the tough kind. Meant to withstand weather. Meant to protect the body from impact.    The song’s coming to a close, my routine is coming to an end, and I’m glad about that. Something about this guy is throwing me off. Nothing noticeable. My feet and hands and knowing smile still land everywhere they need to. Muscle memory and all that. But I don’t like the way he watches me.    There’s patience in the way he watches me. And patience implies waiting.    It implies planning.    I reach back and unclasp my bra. I use one hand to cover my breasts while I toss the bra to the back of the stage. I pretend to be shy for a few seconds, and suddenly, I feel shy too. Like I’m doing more than showing my breasts to strangers. I’m showing him. And as I stand there, hand cupping my breasts, breath coming fast, I feel his patience like a hot flame.    This time I do miss the beat. I let go on the next one, though, and my breasts are free, bared to the smoky air and the hungry eyes. There are a few whistles from around the room.     Charlie holds up another five dollar bill. I sway over to him and cock my hip, letting him shove the bill into my thong, feeling his hot, damp breath against my breast. He gets close but doesn’t touch. That’s Charlie. He tips and follows the rules, the best kind of customer.    I don’t even glance at the other side of the room. If the new guy is holding up a tip, I don’t even care. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who follows rules. I don’t know why I’m even thinking about him or letting him affect me. Maybe my run-in with Blue made me more skittish than I’d realized.    All I have left is my finale on the pole. I can get through this.    This part isn’t as physically strenuous as before. Or as long. All I really need to do is grind up against the pole, front and back, emphasizing my newly naked breasts, pretending to fuck.    That’s what I’m doing when I feel it. Feel him.    I’m a practical girl. I have to be. But there’s a feeling I get, a prickle on the back of my neck, a churning in my gut, a warning bell in my head, when I’m near one of them.Near a cop. My eyes scan the back of the room, but all I can see are shadows. Is there a cop waiting to bust someone? A raid about to go down?    My gaze lands on the guy near the stage. Him? He doesn’t look like a cop. He doesn’t feel like a cop. But I don’t trust looks or feelings. All I can trust is the alarm blaring in my head: get out, get out, get out.    I can barely suck in enough air. There’s only smoky air and rising panic. Blood races through me, speeding up my movements. A cop. I feel it like some kind of sixth sense.Maybe he feels my intuition about him, because he leans forward in his seat.    In one heart-stopping moment, my eyes meet his. I can see his face then, drawn from charcoal shadows.    Beautiful, his lips say. All I can hear is the song.     I’m not even on beat anymore, and it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because there’s a cop here, and I have to get out. Even if my intuition is wrong, it’s better to get out. Safer.I’ll never be safe.    The last note calls for a curtsey—a sexy, mocking thing I choreographed into my routine. Like the one I’d do at the end of a ballet recital, made vulgar. I barely manage it this time; a rough jerk of my head and shoulders. Then I’m gone, off the stage, running down the hallway. I’m supposed to work the floor next, see who wants a lap dance or another drink, but I can’t do that. I head for the dressing room and thrown on a T-shirt and sweatpants. I’ll tell them I feel sick and have to leave early. They won’t be happy, and I’ll probably have to pay for it with my tips, but they won’t want me throwing up on the customers either.    I run for the door and almost slam into Blue.    He’s standing in the hallway again. Not slouching this time. There’s a new alertness to his stare. And something else—amusement.    “Going somewhere?” he asks.    “I have to… my stomach hurts. I feel sick.” I step close, praying he’ll move aside.    He reaches up to trace my cheek. “Aww, should I call the doctor?” His hand clamps down on my shoulder. “I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you.”    I grip my bag tight to my chest, trying to ignore the threat in his words. And the threat in his grip. I really do feel sick now, but throwing up on him is definitely not going to help the situation. “Please, I need to leave. It’s serious. I’ll make it up later.”    He’ll know what I’m saying. That I’ll make it up to him personally. I’m just desperate enough to promise that. Desperate enough to promise him anything. And he’s harassed me long enough that I know it’s a decent prize. I’m sure he’ll make it extra humiliating, but I’m desperate enough for that too.    “Please let me go.” The words come out pained, my voice thin. It feels a little like my body is collapsing in on itself, steel beams bending together, something crushing me from the outside.    Regret flashes over his face, whether for refusing my offer or forcing me that low. But this time, he doesn’t let me go. “There’s a customer asking for you. He wants a dance.”

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#Review & #Giveaway: Sweetest Temptations by J.C. Valentine @AuthorJCV @IndieSagePR

Tour: February 23 – March 6Sweetest TemptationsBlue Collar, #1by J.C. ValentinePublication Date: February 17, 2015Genres: Contemporary RomanceBuy LinksAmazon: http://amzn.to/17V55BT
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From USA Today Bestselling Author J.C. Valentine comes a sizzling story about a young entrepreneur, a hot firefighter, and a first date that will change their paths forever. 

Tenacious bakery shop owner Abby is following her dreams. She has everything she could ever want in life—except the fairytale ending. Then she meets Kennedy, a hunky firefighter whose killer smile and easy charm makes her heart pound. But with the kind of danger he faces on the job each day, Abby knows there’s no happily-ever-after in the cards. The harder she tries to hold onto her heart, the faster it seems to slip away, but when a series of mysterious events threaten the future of her business and her life, their happiness may be shorter-lived than she realized.

Someone is out to get her, and it’s up to Abby and Kennedy to uncover who’s behind the destruction. Can they do it before tragedy strikes?


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With his first bite, he moaned, and the deep, husky sound made my knees knock together. I could just imagine him in my bed, drawing the same noises from him as we got all sweaty and out of breath. Oh my. “I was right, these are fantastic.” Kennedy held out the half-eaten cookie. “Here, you have to try this. The chocolate chips are still melty.”  “I baked them, remember? I already know what they taste like.” Closing the container on the remaining cookies, I slid them into the pantry for tomorrow. When I turned back, Kennedy was watching me with a look on his face that I couldn’t describe. He took two slow steps, planting himself in front of me.  “I thought chefs are supposed to sample their food?”  “They are. Why do you think my thighs are so thick?” I patted them for proof. I wasn’t fat. I wasn’t even technically overweight, but it hadn’t always been the case, and I still had a little extra meat in places I would rather have none. I blamed sampling.  Touching the cookie to my lips, Kennedy said gruffly, “I like a little extra cushion on a woman.”  Holy Jesus on a pogo stick, my mind shot straight into the gutter. Kennedy’s crooked smile told me that he knew that I knew that he knew what he was doing, and he liked it. He liked setting me offkilter. Unfortunately for him, I could give as well as get.  Wrapping my fingers around his wrist, I held his eyes and watched them heat up as I parted my lips and took the cookie into my mouth, inch by inch, letting the melted chocolate coat my taste buds. My teeth sank into the tender dough and I moaned softly, letting my eyes slip closed as I tilted my head back and chewed. Eating, no matter what it was, could be made sexual, and since I enjoyed food in all its forms, I was a queen when it came to seduction.  Apparently, Kennedy thought so, too. “You, um…” He looked pain stricken as he watched my mouth move. “You have…” His finger inched up, and then stopped short, hesitating.  “Yes, Kennedy?” I asked huskily.  “You have chocolate on your lip.” His voice was rough, but quiet, like he was having a tough time getting the words out. I could tell he wanted to do something about it, but I beat him to the punch.  Sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, I ran my tongue over it, removing all traces of chocolate. “All gone?”  The corners of his eyes crinkled and he nodded.  “You were right, Ken, that cookie was fantastic.” I winked and stepped away. Mission accomplished. “Ready to go?”  Seeming to snap back to reality, Kennedy blinked hard and stepped back to allow me to pass. “Ladies first.”  As we stepped outside, Kennedy waited for me while I took a moment to lock up. Flipping the locks, I caught his reflection in the glass and realized that he was staring at me, watching my every move. It made me feel sexy, desired. I decided that it was my favorite feeling in the world. Clipping my keys to my belt loop, I turned and smiled as I stepped up beside him. “So, where are we headed? Dinner? Movie?”  Twining his fingers together with mine, Kennedy led me toward a sparkly clean white SUV with a monster crash bar mounted on the front. It was a beast, and the perfect complement to this brawny firefighter. The lights flashed and Kennedy opened the passenger door. “I had something a little more exciting in mind.”  I climbed in before looking at him. “Exciting? I hope you don’t mean the backseat of your car,” I said, hitching my thumb over my shoulder, “because I’m more of a back row of a theater type of girl.”  A wide grin erupted on his face and Kennedy shook his head. “I have a feeling you’re gonna be trouble,” he muttered, then shut the door. As he walked around the front, I caught the subtle movement as he reached down and adjusted himself. Well, it seemed I was getting to him. Score one for me! 

****Nona's Review of Sweetest Temptations**** 
Abby has recently purchased a bakery and is thrilled at the prospect of using her kitchen skills to open a business. A curvy girl, she hasn’t had much success when it comes to romance, but finds herself dumbstruck when a sexy guy comes in to make a purchase. Imagine her surprise when her older sister (who’s always trying to match-make) introduces her to this very same guy--a hunky firefighter named Kennedy.
Abby and Kennedy fall for each other and quickly get involved in a steamy affair, but Abby’s happiness is troubled by a series of mishaps at her bakery. Is someone trying to sabotage her business venture? The mishaps become more serious until an event threatens not only Abby’s bakery but her relationship with Kennedy and her life.
Sweetest Temptations by J.C. Valentine is a sexy little story with two winning protagonists. Abby’s a lot of fun and Kennedy is a hero to die for. He’s not ashamed to show Abby how much he wants her, and the reader will fall in love with him as quickly as Abby does. There’s a lot of humor in the story as well, as Abby reflects on her relationships with her friends, family and her cat Wilbur. This looks to be the first in an installment of series of working class heroes--hopefully the next book will feature Abby’s curvy pal Hope and Kennedy’s work buddy Jack.
The story is a lot of fun, with good sexy times and a dash of danger. There was no heavy angst between the hero and heroine and no deep dark secrets emerging to tear the two main characters apart. If you’re looking for a romance on the lighter side with an upbeat heroine, a super-hot hero and plenty of sexy fun, you’ll find Sweetest Temptations most delicious.




USA Today Bestselling author J.C. Valentine is the alter-ego of Brandi Salazar, whose enjoyment of tales of romance spurred her to branch out and create her own.

She lives in the Northwest with her husband, their wild children, and far too many pets. As a university student, she studies literature, which goes well with her dream of becoming an editor. Brandi entertains a number of hobbies including reading and photography, but her first love is writing fiction-in all its forms.
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Tate Hardy’s best friend leaves him all his cattle if he spends thirty days on a ranch with a woman he wants but can't have. Jess is a nice girl, and Tate doesn't do nice. Jessica Campbell needs her brother’s cattle as collateral for a loan. To get rid of the sexy bull rider, she suggests he teach her about D/s. When he agrees, Jess gets more than she bargained for from her cowboy Dom.
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Texas Tallulah Taylor never thought she’d be turned on by a dirty text from a stranger, one that leads to a delicious sexting session with her best friend. Will Sanderson never thought the love of his life would see him as anything but a friend. Maybe sexting Texas will show her this cowboy aims to give her the ride of her life…for the rest of her life.
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He’s a Dominant, and she’s as vanilla as they come…Designer Jenna Jaynes enjoys the safe bubble of her creative world, until her delivery guy bursts through and steals her heart. CFO Aden Kelley’s regimented world is thrown into chaos when a spitfire dressmaker captures his soul. Will the Dom convince vanilla to swirl?
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Sarah Lawson's fiancé Logan Miller died in Afghanistan. She receives a text from Brandon Perdue, one of his war buddies, who wants to meet and deliver a message from Logan. Physically and emotionally scarred, Brandon values Sarah's friendship. Sarah wants their relationship to deepen, but he fears she's projecting her feelings for Logan on to him.
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Cheyenne Clark doubts Captain Joseph Westerly’s beliefs about reincarnation, but a twenty-first century gal stuck in 1862, during the Battle of Gettysburg, creates a new perception about philosophies and physics. After Joseph’s death, Cheyenne returns to her time period and anticipates his rebirth. Will Joseph find her?
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Sexting Texas by Darah Lace
“Got ‘em.” Jangling her keys at him to show her success, Texas pulled open the screen door. It took her a moment to get the key in the lock, but she managed and the tumblers clicked. She turned to thank him. “Goodni—”
He stood close, too close, his big frame crowding her space. She glanced up at his face, but it was too dark to make out his expression. The hand at her waist pushed her against the door. His head lowered. Warm breath teased her lips, and the slight scent of beer tickled her nose.
“Will?” She barely got the question out before his lips brushed hers softly, lightly. Her tummy took a little tumble. Then his mouth opened over hers, his tongue moving in slow to skim hers, and the little tumble turned into a high-rise free fall.
A low groan rumbled in his throat. His other hand palmed the back of her head as his hips ground into hers. She arched against him, aching for the hand on her ribs to venture farther up, aching for his muscular thigh to slide between her legs.
His tongue eased from her mouth, and his lips were gone, along with the weight of his body. The last to leave were his hands as he stepped back and adjusted the hat cocked to one side of his head. He cleared his throat. “Sorry.”
She wasn’t. Like the kiss they’d shared fourteen years ago, this one was a total surprise. And like that kiss, it rocked her world. She hadn’t even thought about stopping him, not for a second. Wished he’d do it again. “Too much alcohol.”
“Yeah, and talk of sex.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah.” Definitely.
He backed up to the edge of the porch. “See you Monday night.”
“Monday?” God, she sounded like a moron. What was it they said about alcohol and brain cells?
“Town meeting, remember?”
Texas groaned. Maybe she’d get drunk again Monday night so she’d have an excuse not to go. “I hate those things.”
“Me, too.” Will pivoted on the ball of one boot and took the steps two at a time. “Night.”
“Night.” Texas watched him for a second, that sauntering walk unmistakable, then sighed and let herself in the house. She shut the door, leaned against it, and traced her lips with fingers that shook. No doubt about it, William Charles Sanderson had kissed her for the second time in her life. And once again he’d apologized.


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Bio for Linda LaRoque
Linda LaRoque is a Texas girl, but the first time she got on a horse, it tossed her in the road dislocating her right shoulder. Forty years passed before she got on another, but it was older, slower, and she was wiser. Plus, her students looked on and it was important to save face.
A retired teacher who loves West Texas, its flora and fauna, and its people, Linda’s stories paint pictures of life, love, and learning set against the raw landscape of ranches and rural communities in Texas and the Midwest. She is a member of RWA, her local chapter of HOTRWA, NTRWA and Texas Mountain Trail Writers.
Linda writes contemporary western romances, time travel romances and futuristic romances. Visit Linda at these locations.linda@lindalaroque.comhttp://www.lindalaroqueauthor.blogspo... Amazon Pagehttps://www.pinterest.com/lindalaroque/
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Title: Stud Unleashed: BarryAuthor: Kylie GilmoreRelease Date: February 24, 2015Pages: 200
Blurb:Successful, not-so-great-with-the-ladies, and all around nice guy Barry Furnukle can’t believe his luck when Amber Lewis agrees to date him. But when his attempt to woo her with the world’s most “awesome” date (birding and fro-yo) lands him in the friend zone, he wonders if a guy like him ever had a chance.
On advice from his ladies’ man brother, Barry returns to his acting roots for a little confidence rehab. Suddenly he’s got more female attention than he knows what to do with. But will his new found popularity make him happy? Or will he finally release his inner stud to win the woman he can’t forget?
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Excerpt:
“You want a list of reasons why I want to be with you?” Bare asked.That was ridiculous. Insane. She was not that needy.“Sure,” she said.“Do you have a list of reasons why you want to be with me?” he asked.“No, not right now, but I could make one.”“Okay, I’ll make a list and you make a list, and then we’ll compare.”“That sounds like the rational, brainy thing to do,” she said, biting back a smile.“Mine will have a few equations.”“Mine will be illustrated.”“I look forward to it.”“As do I.”They took one look at each other and cracked up.Amber changed the subject, embarrassed she’d ever brought up such a ridiculous topic. She wasn’t in competition with her sister. She didn’t need Bare to tell her why she was special. She asked him about working with Delilah, the older actress who played Ruth. Lately Delilah had spent a lot of time bitching and moaning to Amber backstage about some of the younger actresses.Bare, being Bare, had no complaints. He seemed to always see the good in people. Seeing her stepmother again, hearing the three of them talk, had put her back in that awful place where she was the outsider. That stuff shouldn’t matter now. She lived on her own, supported herself. She was living the life she was meant to be living.Bare parked the car at the high school and turned to her. “Look, I could write down equations for you. Compose a few equivalencies to prove the sum of us together is greater than the sum of our parts, but you and I both know the shortest distance between two points is a straight line.”She did. But what did that mean exactly?He cradled her face with one hand, and she waited for the kiss, the physical expression of why he wanted to be with her. It was why all men wanted her—her looks, her body. She closed her eyes.His voice came out in a husky growl. “The short answer is I’m falling for you, not Kate.”Her eyes flew open. She met his warm brown eyes and saw love shining back at her. She blinked away stinging hot tears, couldn’t even speak past the lump in her throat. She nodded.“Now you know,” he said softly. His thumb brushed her cheek where a tear had leaked out. “I’d ask what you’d put in an illustration, but I’m afraid to know.”She found her voice again. “Your big heart.”He smiled. “My mother always says I’m a gem.”“You are.”His thumb stroked down her cheek. “I can’t wait to make you mine.”“You already have,” she choked out.He kissed her then, a tender kiss that she fell into slowly, inevitably, where she belonged.   Author bio:Kylie Gilmore was lucky enough to discover romance novels at a young age as they were strewn all over the house (thanks, Mom!). She writes quirky, tender romance with a solid dose of humor. Her Clover Park series features the O’Hare brothers, three guys you’d definitely have a drink with and maybe a little more. The Clover Park STUDS series unleashes three adorable studs into the world—Barry, Dave, and Will. Look out, ladies!
Kylie lives in New York with her family, two cats, and a nutso dog. When she’s not writing, wrangling kids, or dutifully taking notes at writing conferences, you can find her flexing her muscles all the way to the high cabinet for her secret chocolate stash.
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#Review & #Giveaway: Snow and Her Huntsman @Sydneystclaire #BDSM #eroticromance

Title: Snow & Her HuntsmanSeries Name: Once Upon A Dom

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press        Editor: Diana Carlile Cover Artist: Diana Carlile
Page Count: 117Word Count:  Digital Price: 3.99 Digital ISBN  978-1-62830-817-4COPYRIGHT © 2014 by Susan Edwards
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BlurbRylee Kincaid’s business is about to go under. Lucky for her, she’s found an investor. Ready to sign papers, she learns her knight in shining armor is Hunter Finnegan, the man who once gave her multiple orgasms then crushed her young, tender heart. Her world comes crashing down as it becomes clear the rich businessman intends a hostile takeover and to cast her out. Then he agrees to discuss a new deal, but only if Rylee will play Snow to his Huntsman at a BDSM fairy tale event.
Hunter has never forgotten the weekend of kinky sex he shared with Rylee in college. Unfortunately, he had to let her go to keep peace in his family. Now he’s back to claim the only woman he’s ever loved. He’ll stop at nothing to make the black-haired, fair-skinned beauty hear the truth of what happened so long ago, even if he has to tie her up. And that’s exactly what he does. But as the Huntsman reawakens the submissive in Snow, Hunter isn’t so sure he can do the same to Rylee’s heart.
Excerpt Rylee couldn’t believe what she’d done. She’d totally lost control, something she’d never done with another man but Hunter. Sex between her and her husband had never come close to the heat level between her and Hunter. Her hands dropped from his shoulders to his chest. Palms flat, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to push him away or bunch her fingers in his shirt and draw him even closer. God, what must he think of her? One kiss, and she’d gone up in flames, like a desperate and hungry woman. Which was true. But to show it and behave in such a manner horrified her. “I…” She didn’t know what to say. Hunter stepped away, she assumed to give her time to adjust her clothing. He picked up the invitation from the gray carpet. “My limo will pick you up at two on Thursday.” “Thursday?” Damn, her mind and body felt as though she were swimming through a thick gel. Handing her the invite, along with a large envelope he snagged off his desk, he held her gaze. “I’ll see you at Pleasure Manor. Your costumes will be delivered to your office this afternoon.” He tapped the envelope. “Instructions and rules. I suggest you go get your bloodwork done this afternoon. You’ll need to bring the results with you.” Hunter handed her the briefcase and her purse and hustled her to the door. Rylee blinked in confusion. Damn the man for being in complete control while she was a quivering mass of need. Her orgasm hadn’t eased her ache for this man. But she hated being manipulated, and he was a master. He’d lured her in with hopes and dreams of saving her business and probably used Glorie to make her mad enough that she’d confront him. Now, he’d had the nerve to use her own body against her. “Dammit, Hunter, I never said—” Hunter halted her with the single lift of his brow. “Your body spoke for you.” He lowered his head and kissed her hard, swallowing her protests. “Thursday. And don’t bother wearing panties.”
    ***Nona’s review of Snow and Her Huntsman***
    Rylee Kincaid is looking forward to signing a contract for a loan to assist her company, but is shocked when she’s presented with a buyout offer instead. Though the sum is mind-boggling, she feels betrayed by the bait and switch tactics, especially when she learns who’s behind it: Hunter Finnegan. He’s the man with whom she spent one insanely hot weekend back in college. The man who broke her heart.
    Rylee’s outraged by Hunter’s shenanigans, and worried about the fate her loyal employees might face. When she confronts her former lover, he offers her an option: spend the weekend with him as his submissive and the deal will be amended. Rylee agrees, not only for the sake of her employees, but because she’s never really gotten over Hunter.
    At the special BDSM getaway where Hunter takes Rylee, all the couples dress as fairy tale characters, and Rylee takes the part of Snow White while Hunter is the huntsman. But this ain’t your mama’s fairy tale, baby! Hunter has some very intense plans for his “Snow” and it doesn’t take long for them to rekindle the passionate and carnal relationship they once had.
    Snow and Her Huntsman was a very fun, sexy read. Hunter’s seemingly underhanded tactics are only a plot to get back into Rylee’s life. He’s just as hooked on her as she was on him--in fact, he never forgot her. When he reveals the reason why he walked out on her all those years ago, Rylee’s shocked. But she’s faced with a dilemma. Can she forgive him or is the betrayal too deep?
    The hero and heroine were both likeable characters and Hunter certainly made for a masterful and delicious Dom. Though I wished Rylee hadn’t caved to him quite so early in the story, I did like how she stood up to him later on. Hey, after what Hunter put her through, it was only fair he be put through the wringer himself. But never fear, author Sydney St. Claire offers a satisfying and sexy HEA.   
        This book is part of the Once Upon a Dom series, and several of the characters who appeared in the other books show up briefly in this one. I was especially interested in Glorie the Domme, who may not be as tough as she seems. I hope the author plans a story for her. If you enjoy BDSM erotic romance with a touch of fairy tale magic, you’re sure to enjoy Snow and Her Huntsman.
BIO Sydney St. Claire is the pseudonym of Susan Edwards, author of 14 Historical Native American/Western/Paranormal romances and the author of the popular “White” Series. Sydney loves writing and sharing stories of love, happiness and dreams come true with her readers. She credits her mother for her writing success.  Encouraged to read as a child, she always preferred happy endings which meant romances were her favorite genre.  Sydney takes her readers into the world of erotica romance where her characters come together in explosive passion as they solve life’s problems and find true love along with the best sex our hero and heroine have ever experienced. Sydney’s office is quite crowded with three dogs at her feet and five cats to keep her company while she writes. Three cats always insist on beds on her desk, barely leaving enough room for her monitor and keyboard. Life gets fun when all five insist on supervising…When not writing, she enjoys crafts of all sorts including quilting, sewing, cross-stitch and knitting. She and her husband of 30 + years are avid gardeners. He takes care of the veggies, and Susan is in charge of the ‘pretties’. Her medicine wheel garden is in a contact state of war: flowers vs. weeds. Sadly, right now the weeds are wining…While writing, she listens to a wide variety of music. Her current favorites are Blackmore’s Night and David Lanz.
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