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Sunday Snoggin' with Wild Flower

How about a hot read with Wild Flower. I just finished the story for Callum, Ansen's cousin in this book. I love both wolves and hope you do, too. Wild Flower is my contribution to the Sunday Snog!!

Wild Flower
Glow Band Book 5
Genres and Themes: Erotic Romance, Novella, Paranormal, Magic, Werewolves

She's the key to his destiny, if he's willing to embrace a position of power.

Ansen doesn't believe he's alpha material. He lives life on his own terms and keeps feelings out of the equation -- until a chance meeting at a Glow concert turns his world upside down.

Willow likes having all access to her favorite band. She lives in the shadows and keeps the band's fan site running without fail. But one glimpse of the dark stranger proves there's more to life than a laptop screen.

But is he too much of a gamble if her heart is the ultimate prize?

And now for that snog!!

A tiny part of her screamed to be careful. She'd been down dangerous roads before. Willow measured her breathing and relaxed into the simple innocence of meeting someone at a concert. The music swelled around them and washed away some of her inhibitions. She loosened up and ground against him.

Mr. Handsome didn't grab her, didn't push her. He moved with her and sang to her. The guy was like a dream come true. She turned in his arms and buried her face against his chest. The song blared around her in a pulsing rhythm, but nothing mattered except her and Mr. Handsome.

He threaded his fingers into her hair and tipped her head. Willow clutched his shirt. What harm could come from a simple kiss? She rose up on her toes and met him for the kiss. The scrape of his five o'clock shadow abraded her cheeks. The cola on his tongue exploded in her mouth.

The music dulled to nothing and the rush of the crowd disappeared. She opened her eyes and stared up at him. For a split second, a flash of yellow colored the blue of his irises. She broke the kiss and jerked backwards.

Mr. Handsome released her. "Sorry. I got caught up in you, Wild Flower."

Smut Alfresco edited by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse

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Being Free

By Lucy Felthouse

Violet slammed down the lid of her laptop with far more force than was necessary. She flinched,
thinking perhaps she might have cracked the screen or broken one of the machine’s internal
components. Then she shrugged, realising she didn’t care if she had. It was her work’s computer,
after all, not hers. If it was fucked, they’d have to replace it. And it would serve them right, too.
Bastards.

The reason she was pissed off was the fact she was in work at all. It was Saturday, and the previous
afternoon her useless boss had dumped a project on her, stating it had to be finished by Monday,
no matter how long it took. He’d then added that he was going away for the weekend, meaning it
was all down to her. The selfish, disorganised wanker. It wouldn’t be so bad, but she hadn’t had a
pay rise for two years, and when she went above and beyond for her job, she didn’t get so much as a
thank you, let alone be paid any overtime. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened,

either.

Well, fuck them. She wasn’t going to be a doormat—or her boss’ scapegoat—any more. Let them try
and sack her—she wasn’t doing anything remotely wrong, and they couldn’t make her working life
any more hellish than it already was.

She stood up sharply, sending her swivel chair careening backwards across the room until it hit the
wall. She shrugged again, she still didn’t care. Let it chip the fucking paintwork, or a bust a hole in
the plasterboard. No one else was there, so nobody could prove or disprove that it had been an
accident.

Pausing to switch the lights off—she was pissed off at her employers, not the environment—she
left the offices, setting the alarm before closing the door behind her. Stuffing her access swipe card
into her handbag, she heaved a sigh of relief. There would probably be hell to pay for her stunt on
Monday, but she’d worry about that then. Right now, she was just desperate to get out. Into the
countryside, or, given she was in central London, to a green space, at the very least.

From where she worked, Green Park was probably the closest, but she figured Hyde Park and
Kensington Gardens were bigger, so she’d be more likely to find a secluded spot where she could
just be by herself. The last thing she needed now was to have to deal with other people.

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Private Hideaway by Wendi Zwaduk


“That,” he inched the Jeep forward, “is our lot number.” Torin drove down the winding path to a secluded area of the campground. No other campers or vehicles were visible. He pulled into a gravel path next to a log cabin. Bright orange mums and daisies blossomed in front of the weathered grey building. “There. We’re off the grid. Kind of.” He whipped out a set of keys. “These are the keys to our private hideaway. No one will bother us because no one knows we’re here. We’ve got a dock and a whole open field down the hill a little ways. Plus, I have a surprise for you.”

Zoe rolled her eyes. They were standing on front of a wooden cottage in the middle of a deserted campground. What possible surprises could he have up his sleeve?

Torin slipped out of the vehicle and walked out of her line of sight. Within moments, he returned with a huge bouquet of roses. “These are for you, my love.”

“Thank you.” She buried her face in the sweet crimson blossoms. “You know how much I love these.” Zoe wrapped her free arm around his waist. “Question. How do you know we won’t be interrupted? We’ve had the paparazzi on our tails for the last six  months.”

“I know and I’m sorry.” Torin offered his hand. “I want to go for a walk.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss. Zoe melted into his touch, threading her arms around his neck. His tongue tangled with hers. Torin hoisted her off the packed earth, then carried her into the cabin. The door slapped on the wall and His growl ripped through her thoughts. “Fuck. Can’t wait.”

His thrusts turned feral and his panting filled the air. He nudged her higher up on the mattress, then rested on his knees and hand. Each thrust rocked her to her core. Torin kept his gaze fixed on her, then released his grasp on her breast.

“Come with me,” he panted. “Come for me, love.”

Until he gave her the command, she hadn’t realised she’d been holding in her climax. Zoe arched her back and crossed her ankles at the small of his back. She dug her nails into his shoulders, despite his T-shirt, and closed her eyes. The tingles turned into a full blown tidal wave of lust and desire in her veins. She cried out and her entire body tensed.

“Fuck.”

Paws for a Cause with Linda McMaken and DIESEL!!

What I've Learned from my Dog


I’ve been contemplating a lot of things lately. You know how you go for a few hours on one of those mental journey's about life, what you need to change, what is good or how did I end up here journey's? In the midst of contemplating, Diesel the Wonder dog sat at my side, giving me that look -- oh, jeez, she's at it again. Well, maybe there will be a snack in it for me if I sit and give her my best sad eyed look.
Staring into those eyes made me realize that on life's journey all I really need to do is be more like my dog.
Yeap, I’ve discovered that the more I’m around this genius of a dog, the more I want to be like him, well, minus the fleas.  Diesel has life figured out. Here's what I've discovered about life, courtesy of Diesel, the Wonder dog.
1.  Learn to growl.  I will no longer argue with a bank teller who makes a mistake, or scream at that obnoxious service desk cashier, or try to reason with a hormonal teenager.  There will be no more vocal tantrums at stupid drivers, or exasperated explanations to the Bureau of Motor Vehicle workers, instead I’ll just growl. 
This procedure works best. You start slow and low, making the growl last a good long time, nothing too scary, no teeth showing, and then stare at them.  I’ve never gotten such prompt service in my life as I have after using this technique.
2.  Whining and begging 101.  I never really learned to do this one very well and no wonder, I was still clinging to that tried and true foot-stomping, whiny voiced, arms folded over chest technique.  Not anymore.  I have refrained from using the “please, can I, or I really need that or why not?,” ploy and opted for the Diesel version.
Drop your head slightly, (sad eyes help here), peer up and over your glasses, (just peer if you have 20/20 vision) tilt the head to one side, not too far and remain silent.  I was completely astounded by how well this works. I've gotten breakfast made, dishes washed, gas pumped in the car -- thanks Diesel.
3.  Eliminate having to visit the in-laws.  While Diesel loves to run, and go for walks, riding in the car is one of his least favorite things. When we try to get him in the car, he will pant hard, occasionally limp, tuck his tail and collapse on his pillow looking for all the world to be near death. When he does this we feel like resident ogres, and he of course gets to stay on his pillow.
On a recent request to visit certain relatives on the in-law variety, I discovered that his technique really works. I collapsed on the couch, my head stuffed into a pillow I added a slight cough for effect, since I don't have a tail and boom! I got to wave goodbye and have the house to myself.
4.  Learn to play with abandon and avoid real work.  Diesel loves to play, but work? Working for kibble isn't something that this pup does. Taking a hint, I understood how he gets out of this entire work routine.
It's like playing in the snow. You jump right into the snow, kick it off the sidewalk with oversized boots, roll in it, be joyful, than race inside the house just before your paws, uh, feet start to go numb.  Begin shivering, hard, add chattering teeth, and place your furry behind right next to the fireplace. Again this is a good time to drop your head, and peer over your now steamed up glasses.  As cold as you are, you can’t possibly shovel the sidewalk.  
7.  Bury your bones in the backyard, metaphorically. Life is short, whatever bones you need to pick with someone, pick them, bury them and get on with life.  Diesel gets snapped at by his older sibling, loses fur occasionally to an obnoxious nip, sometimes loses a meal or a toy, but within an hour or so he’s ready to play with that older pup.  Bury your bones and let it go.
8.  When all else fails, hide behind the couch, in other words shut up. Not many folks are going behind the couch to pull you and the dust bunnies out, and not of us actually listen when someone else is speaking. No matter what I say, Diesel sits there with his ears perked acting like he is hanging on every word I say. Sometimes, we all just need someone to listen, not comment. So, hide behind the couch occasionally, you'll be surprised what new things you'll learn.


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Linda is the Senior News Editor for Reader's Entertainment News, scriptwriter for COS
Productions (booktrailers) and writes for many other print and online publications.

She is also the author of a humorous romantic comedy trilogy set in Wyoming. Her first book
Baer Truth - Book One of the Three Baer's Trilogy (where a vegetarian punk rocker finds
herself stranded in the middle of Wyoming beef country) was released last year to 5-star reviews.
The second book in the series, Baer Necessities has also garnered 4 and 4 star reviews. She is
also the author of The Granite Rose, an historical set in ancient Rome.

You can find Linda online at:
Website: http://www.linda-mcmaken.com/
Blog: www.makenwords.blogspot.com
Baer Truth Booktrailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MaA8p6...
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/lindamcmaken
Twitter: http://twitter.com/makenwords

Her books can be found at:
Desert Breeze Publishing: http://stores.desertbreezepublishing....
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-Three-Baers...?

ie=UTF8&qid=1345521283&sr=8-1&keywords=baer+truth
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-t...
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It’s A Wonder They Even Listen To Us Kemberlee Shortland © March 2013

It’s A Wonder They Even Listen To Us ~ Kemberlee Shortland © March 2013


Do you ever wonder why your dog seems to ignore you?

Do you think if you yell, they’ll suddenly ‘get it’?

A command is simple. Right? “Spot, sit.” Easy. Or is it??

We have two dogs — Daisie and Poppy. They’re Border Collies, which means they’re a LOT smarter
than we are. I mean a LOT smarter. I’m sure Daisie alone could out-think both my husband’s and my
brain power, combined, and still be looking for intelligence among us.




As a former dog trainer, I have a way with man’s, and woman’s, best friends. I’ve had a lot of success
with training methods and studying a dog’s behavior before recommending a training regimen.
But in my own house, things are a little different. While I can get Mr. Smith’s frisky terrier to heel
on lead, I can’t quite seem to achieve the same with our two. But I think that has more to do with
them being sheepdogs than anything else. It’s ingrained in their brains to follow the flock at a short
distance, so keeping them right beside me is a chore. Mostly for Daisie. She likes to be the front dog,
guiding the way, making sure the path is safe for the flock. Poppy is pretty good, but she’d prefer to
heel at my husband’s heels than mine (she’s with me all day as he works away from the home), and
really, she wants to be where Daisie is, which is usually about ten feet in front of the hubs (I bring
up the rear simply because I’m slow). But this really goes beyond the heel. On lead gives us some
control because when we say ‘come’ and they have no choice because we’re reeling them in like
fishes. It’s off lead it all goes to heck in a hand basket. It goes a little something like this —

Fetch: I’ve thrown the ball across the yard and Daisie runs for it. She’s meant to grab it and bring it
back so we can repeat the exercise. Dogs like fetching, right? What she does is pounce on it, give it a
chomp to teach it a lesson for getting away from me, then when she’s sure it’s no longer moving . . .
she walks away!

“Daise (call her name to get her attention), bring it.” She looks up at me like ‘what?’ “Bring it.” She
looks at the ball laying a few feet away. Again, I get the ‘what?’ look. “Dukes, pick it up and bring
it here.” Again, ‘what?’ She starts sniffing around, everywhere but around the ball, and wanders.
“Where are you going, Doodoo? Get the ball.” Now she’s circling the ball, totally unaware it’s there,
though really she does. By now, I’m getting annoyed so my commands become a little clipped. “Day-
see!” She looks up. “Get. The. Ball.” She wanders over, gives it a chew and looks up with it in her
mouth. “Bring.It. Here.” ‘what?’ “Now!” She drops the ball and walks off again. “Doodie!! Bring me
the ball, now.”

Keep in mind that after each command, I give her sufficient time to process the command. I don’t
rattle off commands like gunfire. But still, she wanders around, one ear cocked in my direction
because she’s listening, as always. For what? The sound of my footsteps going in her direction.
When I get about ten feet from her, she grabs the ball and looks at me like ‘Is this what you want?
Why didn’t you say?’ {grumble} Then the kicker . . . ‘Since you’re here . . .’ and she drops the ball
and circles behind me, waiting for me to pick it up and throw it again. I look down, she looks up, she
has ‘that look’. You know the look. It’s the one that says ‘Isn’t this a great game? Go on, throw the
ball.’ And guess what? I do!

Did you see what happened there?

1) Daisie is her name and should always be called Daisie, most especially when I want her to
do something. Like bring the ball. But {sigh} I have a bad habit with nicknames. Daisie, Daise
Dukes, Dukes, Dukie, Duku, Dudu, Do, Daisie Do, Do Dog, D-Dog, Dogdog . . . the list goes on.

2) And, Daisie is smart enough to invent her own games! And it starts when I throw the ball.
She knows eventually I will come and get the ball so she doesn’t have to make the effort
to bring it back. She’s already done her job as a sheepdog by chasing the ball, rounding it
up and guarding it until I (the farmer(?)) comes to collect it. AND she knows that because I
broke out the nicknames and that when I give her a command with the nickname, I really
don’t mean it. Nicknames are used at fun times {like when we’re on the floor and she’s
getting a cuddle or a brushing and she gets babydog talk}. Outside, it’s all fun and games
to her, especially when the nicknames come out. She’ll be eleven in July and has trained us
well!

So really, it’s a wonder Poppy does what she’s asked because she suffers from the same nickname
syndrome — Pop Pop, Pop Dog, Pop-n-Stuff, P-Dog, P-Doggie, Peanut, Pork Chop, Sausage, Little
Sausage, P-Nutty . . .

At least Poppy is more like a real dog. She WILL come back to you with the ball, she DOES respond
to the ‘come’ command, and she’s ALWAYS at my side, even if I’m trying to get into the bathroom
for a little peace, if you know what I mean. To put it lightly, she has a little separation anxiety. But
that’s only because she’s afraid I’ll be away from her too long and she can’t see me, be near me or
preferably ON me. But that’s another story for another day.

Suffice to say, we always say Poppy is like a real dog because she fetches, comes, sits and stays.
Well, mostly stays. She really wants to have us in her line of sight . . . just in case we’re going outside
or doing something with Daisie and she wants to be included. She’s always afraid she’s going to miss
something, and ‘something’ is always fun.

We take them out every day for a run and romp and bring a tennis racket and a ball along. We can
really get some distance on the ball so that Poppy has to run and get it. We KNOW she will bring it
back, every time. If she can’t find it, she will stay out there sniffing around until she finds it. We can’t
even get her back until she does. That ball is like gold and she’s NOT leaving it behind. She loves to
run and she knows that if she brings back the ball, she can chase again until she’s collapsing on the
ground from the effort. Once she’s got her breath back, she wants to do it again.

Daisie, on the other hand, is away with the faeries. She can quite happily entertain herself by flipping
sticks in the air and catching them, walk around with the stick if we’re not playing but just walking
the big field behind us, or lay on the back steps just enjoying being outside, stick at her feet. But
ask her to do something and we either get the above game or the equivalent of the doggie middle
finger.

However, having said all this, we do have our watch words. Those words that tells them we mean
business. And oddly, they’re not ones you’d expect. We didn’t expect them until we realized what
was happening.

One day, I told Daisie to find her stick. She knows that command, like she does all of them—find
means fetch but she’ll have to look for it first. She went to where the stick normally lives outside
when she’s not playing with it and it wasn’t there. I had put it in a small empty planter box to keep
all her sticks together in one place . . . like an outdoor doggie toy chest. “Daisie, in the box.”

Let me just say here that she’s a highly intelligent dog. She knows the names to more than 200 of
her toys, many of which she doesn’t have any more but will still go looking for them if we send her
on a search. Hide and Seek is her favorite indoor game. And believe me, we play it a lot here in
Ireland because it rains to darn much.

So, I’ll hide toys around the house (leaving her in another room on a ‘down-stay’ so she doesn’t
see me) and when I come back I’ll send her searching for toys. I can tell her “Daisie, find Fred in the
kitchen” and she’ll go find Fred in the kitchen. She’ll have to look, but she knows he’s in that room.
Or “Find Fred in the loo” or “Find Fred upstairs.” So when I say “in the box” she knows to look in the
box. But that’s usually a house game. Outside, she hears the command and comes running like her
tail is on fire and gets all wiggly and wants a cuddle.

Hmmm . . . that’s interesting. “Daisie, find stick.” Back to the place where they normally live and she
sniffs around. “Doodoo (there’s the nickname thing again), it’s in the box.” Back she runs, all wiggle
and wanting a cuddle. Hmmm . . . veerrrry interesting. “Doodles, find stick.” Back to the box and she
sniffs around. “Box!” Back she runs. Aaaah! The word ‘box’ is a trigger word for get over here and I’ll
cuddle you. Again, she has me trained! Oddly, the word ‘faster’ gets her moving too, as will ‘car ride’,
but that has her scurrying away. She does NOT like the car.

So, what have I learned from Daisie? a) If I use all those nicknames, it means I’m not really serious
and that it’s always going to be a game, a game she can orchestrate and control. b) If she’s off lead,
she can do what she wants as long as we’re not within arm reach, but she will eventually come back
to us if we turn around and walk away (she never wants to be left behind). And c) if I use the right
word, she WILL come running for a cuddle. And let’s face it. Who doesn’t like a cuddle?

What’s Poppy’s watch word, you may ask? That came from another game called Where’s Poppy?
Wherever she is, she’ll come running. She can be down the field with the hubs and I can be on the
back steps at the house and shout “Where’s Poppy? Where’s Poppy?!” And off she runs, blazing a
streak up the field to the house. Ten feet from me and she leaps into the air like I’m going to catch a
40 pound rocket going 80 miles per hour! She’s like a spastic cat, wiggling all over my legs, trying to
get as close as possible but nearly knocking me over with her enthusiasm, a look of sheer joy on her
little doggie face. Then she hears it again, from down the field this time, “Where’s Poppy?” I give her
a ball and tell her “Find, Daddy” and off she goes, 80 miles per hour, not stopping until she reaches
the hubs.

I started this story with ‘It’s a wonder they even listen to us’ but perhaps it really should have
said ‘It’s a wonder we even listen to them’. Really, watch the signs closely enough and they’re telling
us what they want. Dogs are like infants who haven’t mastered the art of speech. Just as you’d
watch a child for signs, we must watch our dogs for signs. They will always tell us what they want.
You just have to look and listen. And not get annoyed when a game of fetch means you’re the one
fetching the ball!

Kemberlee is a native Northern Californian who has spent the last sixteen years living and working in
Ireland. She is a published romance and erotica author, and co-founder (along with husband, Peter)
and CEO of Tirgearr Publishing. As former dog trainer and canine nutritionist, dogs often find their
way into Kemberlee’s stories. In her novel, A Piece of My Heart, Molly is a combination of both of
Kemberlee’s dogs, Daisie and Poppy.

Kemberlee can be reached online at —

www.kemberlee.com
www.facebook.com/KemberleeShortland
www.twitter.com/Kemberlee
www.facebook.com/Tirgearr.Publishing
www.twitter.com/Tirgearr
www.tirgearrpublishing.com

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Paws With A Cause® enhances the independence and quality of life for people with disabilities nationally through custom-trained Assistance Dogs.
PAWS® increases awareness of the rights and roles of Assistance Dog teams through education and advocacy. Founded in 1979, Paws With A Cause is dedicated to helping its clients who are challenged by many disabilities, such as Cerebral Palsy, Muscular Dystrophy, Seizure Disorders, and Hearing Disorders to name just some. Each of our dogs are trained to meet the specific needs of our clients. Tasks may include opening and closing doors, picking up objects, pulling a wheelchair, turning lights on and off, and alerting a person to particular sounds like a telephone, doorbell, smoke detector and many others. Our dogs change lives by enhancing the independence of our clients. By just opening a door, a dog opens up the world for a person with a disability and your donations will go to making that happen. PAWS thanks you so much for your donation and allowing us to open more doors.


Paws With A Cause
4646 South Division
Wayland, MI 49348


How to donate:
1. Go to https://www.everribbon.com/PawswithaCause2. Click on "Make a Donation"
3. Enter a amount you wish to donate. Everibbon will add a small fee to your donation for processing. My fee for donating $5.00 was .49 cents. So keep this in mind when deciding your donation amount. You will receive 1 entry into the giveaway for every $1 you donate.
4. In the box that says "on the behalf of" please put your name. This is the name that will be listed on the everibbon website so put a name you do not mind being visible to everyone. Do not check the box to make a anonymous donation because I will not be able to track your donation to enter you into the giveaways.
5. Next it will ask you for your credit or debit card information.
6. Then it will ask for your email address to send you a receipt. This is so that you can submit it for tax purposes.
7. Ta Da! Your all done making your donation. Now you need to contact Danielle to enter the giveaway.
8. Please email Danielle at RomanceBookJunkiesDanielle@Yahoo.com with the name you used to donate your money. For example the name I used to donate on behalf of was Romance Book Junkies. Do not send me your name off your credit or debit card because I will not be able to see this. Along with the name you used please tell me how much you donated and if you live in the US or are International.
9. Your all done. Thank you for donating!

Warning: Do not try to email Danielle the name and donation amount of another person that is not yourself. If Danielle recieves more than one email with the same persons name and donation amount she will have to ask for your copy of the receipt from everibbon to verify that you are the correct winner. Thank you.

We will have 3 winners for the main giveaway.
We have 2 $65 gift certificates to any online book store.
Also we have a huge box of books and swag from Romance Book Junkies for US residents only.

Good luck to all and thank you for helping make this fundraiser a success.

Paws with a Cause with Wendi Zwaduk

It's my turn to write a post. Okay, okay. I wrote one already about the cat. But now I'm writing as my alter ego... Wendi Zwaduk. Megan and I aren't really that much different. Megan has more fun. Megan tends to ride the edge more often, but I don't mind. We have to balance each other out. I'm happy to balance.

I thought I'd write a little bit about my dog, Darlington. I'm a sucker for the pet shelter. They know when I go in, I'm battling not to take one of the critters home with me. BATTLING. DH knows this, too. That's probably why he doesn't send me there often.

We'd had a bad, bad storm, complete with bad thunder cracks, lightning, and lots of wind and rain. Dh had been on his way home and saw this 'white dog' down around yonder from the house. He then looked for the next couple days for this 'white dog'. I put the term in quotes because I have yet to see this dog. Anyway, he then decided I (at the time I wasn't sure why) should go to the dog pound to see if the 'white dog' had been turned in. I wasn't sure exactly what I was looking for, but off I went. When I got there I didn't really see any white dogs. Nope. There was a slightly deranged looking beagle and a husky pup and two pit bulls. Then I turned the corner. Still no white dog, but the one who was in the cage had the most pathetic, sad look on her face, I had to see her. She was as you can see below, part basset, part beagle. All stubborn.
I read the tag on her cage. She didn't have long before they'd have to destroy her. Now I have to add, the county where I live does have a plan in place that if the dog is at the pound for too long, it goes automatically to the APL. The APL is no kill. So really, I had nothing to worry about, but I didn't know that at the time. I felt so bad for this dog. She was so sweet and looked dumb, but sad. I had to take her home. There was one... well, two problems. One, we already had a dog. Would they get along? Eat each other? Fight? Then there was Dh. She wasn't the 'white dog'. Would he be okay with another dog in the house?

So I talked to him. He asked me, well, what would you name her? Darlington. I didn't even have to hesistate. He shook his head. "Which book did you get that name from?" Mine. I pointed out where the genesis of the name was and he shook his head again. "If she's there tomorrow, go get her. It must be meant to be."

I went first thing when they opened. Naturally, they couldn't find her at first. So I showed them where she was. Dog tags, a temporary leash and a flat tire later, I took her home. She peed on the floor, the carpet, the rug and the dog bed. She's scared to death of thunder and lightning. Hard rain sends her into a panic. She has separation anxiety and flips out when I leave. She ate part of the front seat of the camper because she got scared because of the fireworks... yeah, she's a bundle of fun. Oh! And she snores. LOUD.

But she adopted me. The other dog we have is one I picked out. APL dog, but she didn't really take to me. She took to the tot and boy, did she take to DH. He's her person. Darlington is my dog. For whatever reason, she cannot let me get out of her sight or at least hearing range. Her favorite game is to 'hunt' for me. She's smelly and loyal and a good tracker. I couldn't have asked for a better dog. Okay, I could've but, this is me and well, perfect isn't really my style.


Paws With A Cause® enhances the independence and quality of life for people with disabilities nationally through custom-trained Assistance Dogs.

PAWS® increases awareness of the rights and roles of Assistance Dog teams through education and advocacy. Founded in 1979, Paws With A Cause is dedicated to helping its clients who are challenged by many disabilities, such as Cerebral Palsy, Muscular Dystrophy, Seizure Disorders, and Hearing Disorders to name just some. Each of our dogs are trained to meet the specific needs of our clients. Tasks may include opening and closing doors, picking up objects, pulling a wheelchair, turning lights on and off, and alerting a person to particular sounds like a telephone, doorbell, smoke detector and many others. Our dogs change lives by enhancing the independence of our clients. By just opening a door, a dog opens up the world for a person with a disability and your donations will go to making that happen. PAWS thanks you so much for your donation and allowing us to open more doors.


Paws With A Cause
4646 South Division
Wayland, MI 49348


How to donate:
1. Go to https://www.everribbon.com/PawswithaCause2. Click on "Make a Donation"
3. Enter a amount you wish to donate. Everibbon will add a small fee to your donation for processing. My fee for donating $5.00 was .49 cents. So keep this in mind when deciding your donation amount. You will receive 1 entry into the giveaway for every $1 you donate.
4. In the box that says "on the behalf of" please put your name. This is the name that will be listed on the everibbon website so put a name you do not mind being visible to everyone. Do not check the box to make a anonymous donation because I will not be able to track your donation to enter you into the giveaways.
5. Next it will ask you for your credit or debit card information.
6. Then it will ask for your email address to send you a receipt. This is so that you can submit it for tax purposes.
7. Ta Da! Your all done making your donation. Now you need to contact Danielle to enter the giveaway.
8. Please email Danielle at RomanceBookJunkiesDanielle@Yahoo.com with the name you used to donate your money. For example the name I used to donate on behalf of was Romance Book Junkies. Do not send me your name off your credit or debit card because I will not be able to see this. Along with the name you used please tell me how much you donated and if you live in the US or are International.
9. Your all done. Thank you for donating!

Warning: Do not try to email Danielle the name and donation amount of another person that is not yourself. If Danielle recieves more than one email with the same persons name and donation amount she will have to ask for your copy of the receipt from everibbon to verify that you are the correct winner. Thank you.

We will have 3 winners for the main giveaway.
We have 2 $65 gift certificates to any online book store.
Also we have a huge box of books and swag from Romance Book Junkies for US residents only.

Good luck to all and thank you for helping make this fundraiser a success.

Sunday Snoggin' With Take Me!

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It's Sunday Snoggin' time here on the blog and I thought I'd take this day to feature my upcoming naughty little short story, Take Me. The blurb says it all. There's mystery, intrigue, and menage! Make sure you read the other Snogs today. You don't want to miss a moment of the heat.


The phrase "get me out of here" just got a sexy makeover.

Talia wants nothing more than to shirk her duties on the set of her latest movie. Why? So she can be with her heartthrob husband, actor Ryker Thomas. But she never expected him to kidnap her... or did she?

Available soon from Razor's Edge Press!

And now for that snog!

“You wore the coat.” Ryker groaned. “God, I’ve missed you.” He kissed along her inner thigh, sending desire spiraling through her system.Although she wished he’d remove her blindfold, she loved the mystery about it -- more than likely he was the one kissing her leg, but what if someone else watched? She shivered. “Ryker.”“Right here.” Hands massaged her thigh. “Want to taste you.” Ryker dragged his tongue along her pussy lips, and his nails dug into her skin. “Want you so needy you can’t help it.” Something hard pushed between her legs and invaded her cunt. The object vibrated. A plug? She wasn’t sure, but whatever it was the thing felt like heaven in her pussy.“I’m there,” she panted. At this rate, she’d never be able to hold back.“Good.” All the touches on her body stopped. “Just what I wanted.”She froze. Where was he? No breath on her skin, no hands on her leg and the cool air still swirled around her. “Ryker?” She strained to hear anything other than the hum of the engine. “Ryker?” She trusted him never to harm her. The desire mixed with fear in a heady concoction. Cream slickened her pussy lips and her groin throbbed. Holy hell, he had her turned on.“I’ve got you on display just like you said in the challenge.”Talia tipped her head to determine where his voice came from. The challenge. Her heart leapt. She’d admitted she wanted him to whisk her to his side for some sexy bondage play. He remembered.“the vibrator?”The sensations between her legs increased, pushing her closer to coming apart. She balled her fists. “Love it.”Ryker brushed his fingers across her cheek, and his woodsy cologne curled around her. “So hot to see you right on the edge. No coming until I say so.” He tweaked her nipple. “Can’t wait to fill you with my cock. You’ve missed me?”

Paws with a Cause with J Paulette Forshey

YvetteWe’d gone on vacation, a cruise, when our son sent the message, Belle was gone. Belle was my Jack Russell Terrier and my ‘everything’, protector, best friend, and confidant. She would have been ten in April.I made it through the rest of our vacation, but the knowing I was going home to a house without her hurt. Double the pain that I hadn’t been there for her in her time of need, her loss put me in a deep depression. I made it through each day but my family behind my back was worried about me. I ate, put on weight, and my writing suffered. Finally in August my husband informed me that I needed another dog in my life. I protested, we had Brandy, she was enough. She and I cuddled on the sofa and went for walks. I was okay. He shook his head and said Brandy was the ‘family’ dog, not ‘my’ dog. I needed a ‘my’ dog. He asked me what type of dog would I like to have and I mentioned three different breeds; no Jack Russells though, I couldn’t have a dog I’d be comparing to Belle. After researching the breeds, I settled on a Papillon. The internet helped me find breeders with puppies but their prices were astronomical. Then an author friend recommended adopting an older dog. We went through the process of becoming adoptive parents. After two misses, one of which we came to believe was a scam, we were contacted by a Papillon group. They had a three year old female who’d been with them almost six months, abandoned by her owners as a cat chaser, and possibly pregnant. The group sent me her picture and her foster mom and I talked at length on the phone. My past experience as a dog show competitor, groomer, and obedience trainer made me their prime candidate. I had a writer’s conference in September near where the foster mom lived; we made arraignments to meet afterwards. Yvette was a tiny bundle of terrified fur with huge chocolate brown eyes. One look in those eyes that witnessed one family after another abandon her, sealed the deal. All the way home I held her, stroked her fur and told her she’d found her forever home. That night I expected my husband to lay down the law that Yvette would have to sleep on the floor or in her crate. He’d always grumbled about Belle sleeping with us in the past. Not sure if it was my face, the dog’s, or the combination of the two but he rolled his eyes and said, “Put her on the bed”, where she’s slept every night since.It hasn’t been all roses, when she’s had a bad day, too much noise and commotion from the grandbabies ages five and three who live with us, she sometimes wets our bed a bit. But then that’s what washing machines are for. And we are trying to trim her over barking; usually a sharp no, occasionally followed by a squirt from a water bottle is enough. She and I are walking, I’m trying to eat right, and my writing is back on schedule. I didn’t rescue a dog that day in September, a little dog of white and red named Yvette rescued me. 



 J. Paulette ForsheyAward winning author of  Deliciously Sinful Romances www.jpauletteforshey.com


Paws With A Cause® enhances the independence and quality of life for people with disabilities nationally through custom-trained Assistance Dogs.
PAWS® increases awareness of the rights and roles of Assistance Dog teams through education and advocacy. Founded in 1979, Paws With A Cause is dedicated to helping its clients who are challenged by many disabilities, such as Cerebral Palsy, Muscular Dystrophy, Seizure Disorders, and Hearing Disorders to name just some. Each of our dogs are trained to meet the specific needs of our clients. Tasks may include opening and closing doors, picking up objects, pulling a wheelchair, turning lights on and off, and alerting a person to particular sounds like a telephone, doorbell, smoke detector and many others. Our dogs change lives by enhancing the independence of our clients. By just opening a door, a dog opens up the world for a person with a disability and your donations will go to making that happen. PAWS thanks you so much for your donation and allowing us to open more doors.


Paws With A Cause
4646 South Division
Wayland, MI 49348


How to donate:
1. Go to https://www.everribbon.com/PawswithaCause2. Click on "Make a Donation"
3. Enter a amount you wish to donate. Everibbon will add a small fee to your donation for processing. My fee for donating $5.00 was .49 cents. So keep this in mind when deciding your donation amount. You will receive 1 entry into the giveaway for every $1 you donate.
4. In the box that says "on the behalf of" please put your name. This is the name that will be listed on the everibbon website so put a name you do not mind being visible to everyone. Do not check the box to make a anonymous donation because I will not be able to track your donation to enter you into the giveaways.
5. Next it will ask you for your credit or debit card information.
6. Then it will ask for your email address to send you a receipt. This is so that you can submit it for tax purposes.
7. Ta Da! Your all done making your donation. Now you need to contact Danielle to enter the giveaway.
8. Please email Danielle at RomanceBookJunkiesDanielle@Yahoo.com with the name you used to donate your money. For example the name I used to donate on behalf of was Romance Book Junkies. Do not send me your name off your credit or debit card because I will not be able to see this. Along with the name you used please tell me how much you donated and if you live in the US or are International.
9. Your all done. Thank you for donating!

Warning: Do not try to email Danielle the name and donation amount of another person that is not yourself. If Danielle recieves more than one email with the same persons name and donation amount she will have to ask for your copy of the receipt from everibbon to verify that you are the correct winner. Thank you.

We will have 3 winners for the main giveaway.
We have 2 $65 gift certificates to any online book store.
Also we have a huge box of books and swag from Romance Book Junkies for US residents only.

Good luck to all and thank you for helping make this fundraiser a success.

Paws with a Cause Kick Off!

I thought for my post today, since it is the kick off for Paws with a Cause, I'd talk about my cat, Vader. I didn't name him. Nope. The tot did that. But he's since adopted me. Let me tell you about him.

Vade (as I call him) showed up a couple of summers ago and decided the tot was the best. Followed him around like a dog. He's a cat, so yeah, it was strange to see. But they were buddies.

Now Vade is black and well, where we live, black cats tend to get... abused. I won't go into detail, but it can be bad. And the neighbor, bless her heart, didn't want more cats. I couldn't let the little guy end up in a bad way, so we let him come into the house. I peeved him by having him fixed and making him play nice with the other cat, but he adjusted.

He's my alarm clock every morning. He's got this idea that I need to have his paws on my lips so I know that, yes, it is time to haul my carcass out of bed and feed him. Then there's the dance down the stairs so I don't trip on him as he winds between my feet. Oh, and the mad dash after he's taken his daily constitutional after being fed. Apparently there's a cat gene that states you must run at full speed through the house, ears back and tail flying, without stopping for anything, then bounce off something and walk away cool like it never happened.

Oh, and have I mentioned his need to help sort promo? Yeah, he does that, too. He's a pill and crazy a loon, but I love him.

Now here's how you can help out:

Paws With A Cause® enhances the independence and quality of life for people with disabilities nationally through custom-trained Assistance Dogs. 

PAWS® increases awareness of the rights and roles of Assistance Dog teams through education and advocacy.  Founded in 1979, Paws With A Cause is dedicated to helping its clients who are challenged by many disabilities, such as Cerebral Palsy, Muscular Dystrophy, Seizure Disorders, and Hearing Disorders to name just some.  Each of our dogs are trained to meet the specific needs of our clients. Tasks may include opening and closing doors, picking up objects, pulling a wheelchair, turning lights on and off, and alerting a person to particular sounds like a telephone, doorbell, smoke detector and many others. Our dogs change lives by enhancing the independence of our clients. By just opening a door, a dog opens up the world for a person with a disability and your donations will go to making that happen.  PAWS thanks you so much for your donation and allowing us to open more doors.Paws With A Cause4646 South DivisionWayland, MI 49348
How to donate:1. Go to https://www.everribbon.com/PawswithaCause2. Click on "Make a Donation"
3. Enter a amount you wish to donate. Everibbon will add a small fee to your donation for processing. My fee for donating $5.00 was .49 cents. So keep this in mind when deciding your donation amount. You will receive 1 entry into the giveaway for every $1 you donate.  
4. In the box that says "on the behalf of" please put your name. This is the name that will be listed on the everibbon website so put a name you do not mind being visible to everyone. Do not check the box to make a anonymous donation because I will not be able to track your donation to enter you into the giveaways.
5. Next it will ask you for your credit or debit card information. 
6. Then it will ask for your email address to send you a receipt. This is so that you can submit it for tax purposes.
7. Ta Da! Your all done making your donation. Now you need to contact Danielle to enter the giveaway.
8. Please email Danielle at RomanceBookJunkiesDanielle@Yahoo.com with the name you used to donate your money. For example the name I used to donate on behalf of was Romance Book Junkies. Do not send me your name off your credit or debit card because I will not be able to see this. Along with the name you used please tell me how much you donated and if you live in the US or are International.
9. Your all done. Thank you for donating! 

Warning: Do not try to email Danielle the name and donation amount of another person that is not yourself. If Danielle recieves more than one email with the same persons name and donation amount she will have to ask for your copy of the receipt from everibbon to verify that you are the correct winner. Thank you.

We will have 3 winners for the main giveaway.
We have 2 $65 gift certificates to any online book store.
Also we have a huge box of books and swag from Romance Book Junkies for US residents only.

Good luck to all and thank you for helping make this fundraiser a success.  

Racing Quotes of the Week!

It's time for the funny, the silly, the Racing Quotes of the Week!!
Read on!!
"...stuck in a sucker hole..."Hmm. At least there's suction?
"...she's being pushed along, she's in the right spot..."Hee hee. Good ole choreography.
"...Can't afford to pull out and pass..."Why not? Just sayin'.
"...if she gives him room, he'll plug that hole..."Hee hee. That just begs for a story.
"...tighten him up a little..."And just how are you going to do that? (I already know, but I'd like to watch.)
"...nobody wants to pull..."Is he stuck? Just askin'.
Next week is the Paws for a Cause Week, so the race cars return next week. But enjoy what's here :-)

Ten Lines of Heat from Valentine's in the Club

It's time for ten lines of heat and since Valentine's in the Club is now up at Amazon and ARe, here you go!!



Get your copy here or here!

And now for those ten lines!

“We can’t, Trip,” she whispered. “I work for you. We’re friends, and this will go to hell if we screw around.”

“Don’t care.” Rational thought left his mind. No matter the cost, he needed her. Now. Trip buried his face against her neck and breathed in the soft, sandalwood scent of her perfume. “Fuck.”

Morgan shivered beneath him and tipped her head back.

Perfect invitation. “I want you,” he mumbled against her skin. Each taste, each touch made him realize he couldn’t turn back.

“Trip.” She threaded her arms around him. “We can’t do this.”

His ire rose. “Morgan, I mean it.” He caged her face in his hands and rested his forehead on hers. “I dream about you. Crave you. I’ve listened to you and know you better than you think. This feels crazy to you, doesn’t it? Giving up control and giving me a chance? I’m not just some guy.”