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Sunday Snoggin' With Wild Flower

It's that time, snogging' time!! Yay! Now I'm sad the Olympics are almost over. Why? Because it's a great diversion and plus it's great fun to watch the gymnasts and divers. Yes, Tom Daley is a hunk. Young, but a hunk. Speaking of hunks, this snog has a wolf shifter involved. Yes! And thanks to Victoria Blisse, because this is the best fun of all. Grin. Wild Flower
Number in Glow Series: 5
BIN: 05874-01884
Word Count: 17K
Page Count: 58
Price: $3.99
Release Date: August 17, 2012
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George
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?

Available here this Friday!

And now for that snog!!

Five Sentence Friday!

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Five sentences from a WIP. Hmm... Let me see. This one is short, sweet and a little mysterious. Grin. Enjoy!

“You make me want to sleep at night and see you smile in the sunshine.”

She fisted her hand over his heart. Sunshine was the last thing he could see. “You’ll burn to a crisp.”

“Nah.”

Kele Moon's Star Crossed

It's a blurb blitz today for Kele Moon's Star Crossed. Make sure you comment because there is a $25 GC up for grabs. Follow the tour here or click the banner. Now here's a little bit about the book:

Heavyweight UFC fighter, Romeo Wellings comes from the hard streets of New York where his family ties to the mafia cause him nothing but pain. His life takes a surprising detour when he crosses paths with the twin sister of his long time enemy. After a steamy one-night stand, he faces the fight of his life, but it’s not in the cage. The secret relationship that blooms between Romeo and his real life Juliet has him battling his family and a dark past rather than let her go.

The only lawyer in her hometown of Garnet, Jules Conner is also a volunteer Sheriff’s deputy and co-owner of a successful MMA training center. Strong and dependable, Jules is always there for those who need her. Until one forbidden night in Las Vegas with Romeo leaves her feeling so alive she can’t stop reaching out to the sexy, bad boy of MMA, even knowing the forbidden love affair could jeopardize everything.

As the tide rises against them and the people they love work at keeping them apart, Romeo and Jules hold onto a dream for a better life together and vow to go down fighting rather than accept a tragic ending.

How about an excerpt? SureRomeo had suspected she’d be ticked about him paying for dinner, but he didn’t give a fuck. He wasn’t letting her pay for their date, and besides, she looked hot as hell with her cheeks flushed in anger and those icy blue eyes narrowed at him. He’d have paid twice to see it.

He ignored her rather than respond, because he was still fighting down an attraction that was overwhelming to the point it almost scared him. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman as badly. Instead he pulled out the key card the front desk had given him and reached around Jules to open the door.

She huffed indignantly as he pushed the door open. “I’m talking to you.”

“I heard you.”

“You genuinely disappointed me.” She sounded stricken as she followed behind him. “I thought you were different from the fellas I’m used to, but it turns out you’re the same and—” Romeo pushed the door closed behind her, and Jules turned when it clicked shut. “What’re you doing?”

Romeo stepped into her personal space and then leaned forward to breathe her in. The perfume she wore was dark and seductive rather than sweet and floral like most women wore. Jesus, this woman even smelled perfect.

When Romeo moved to kiss her, she turned her head petulantly. Her breathing was shallow, her body tense, but she obviously wasn’t inclined to give in—yet.

He bent down and whispered against the smooth line of her throat, “I didn’t pay for dinner to be a chauvinist. I did it because I enjoyed your company, and I felt like you were worth it. Is that so bad?”

Jules appeared unmoved by his impassioned plea. “You think you’re charming.”

“Sometimes,” Romeo admitted, a smile tugging at his lips. “But it’s still the truth. I wanna kiss you, Juliet. Look at me.”

“No.” Jules’s voice was a low rasp, sounding like the denial hurt. “Maybe this is a mistake. I thought about it while I was walking up here. This is all wrong and—”

She was going to be stubborn, so Romeo took the initiative and cupped her face in both his large hands. He forced her to turn to him and studied her stunning features for one breathless moment. Her body tightened defensively, but she didn’t fight him as only the sound of their labored breathing filled the air. Jules’s eyes were wide, her cheeks more flushed than ever. Then she licked her full, lush bottom lip in a quick swipe of anticipation.

That was all the invitation he needed.

Romeo leaned down and kissed her before she got a chance to think about things any more than she already had. Jules moaned in response and arched into him. Her lips parted to his, soft and hungry for more. Romeo knew he was already too far gone as he deepened the kiss and greedily took what she was offering.



Here's a little bit more about Kele:

A freckle-faced redhead born and raised in Hawaii, Kele Moon has always been a bit of a sore thumb and has come to enjoy the novelty of it. She thrives on pushing the envelope and finding ways to make the impossible work in her story telling. With a mad passion for romance, she adores the art of falling in love. The only rules she believes in is that, in love, there are no rules and true love knows no bounds. So obsessed is she with the beauty of romance and the novelty of creating it, she’s lost in her own wonder world most of the time. Thankfully she married her own dark, handsome, brooding hero who has infinite patience for her airy ways and attempts to keep her grounded. When she leaves her keys in the refrigerator or her cell phone in the oven, he’s usually there to save her from herself. The two of them now reside in Florida with their three beautiful children, who make their lives both fun and challenging in equal parts—they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Email: kelemoon@me.com

Website: http://www.kelemoon.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/kele_Moon

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/kelemoon

The Book Show Is Coming!!

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Helping Is So Worth It!

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Ten Line Tuesday ~ Fire Woman

It's Ten Line Tuesday and I thought I'd start where it all started...Fire Woman.

She's everything he needs... if he can withstand the burn.

Atria Moline isn't your average photographer. She controls fire. Sounds fun, being able to scorch whenever you like? Think again. She's lonely and desperate for the touch of the man who can dance in her flame--if she doesn't immolate him first.

Zac "Iceman" Frost controls the stage with his band Glow. He's not about to back down from Atria's challenge. He'd got secrets of his own and his sights set on her.

Contains some hot sex between a fire elemental and a sexy water elemental.

Changeling PressAll Romance EbooksBarnes and NobleAmazon

And now for those ten lines!!

“Sweets, I promise. No one is going to hurt you.” He rubbed his cheek on the top of her head. “How long have you been awake? You’re run ragged.”

“I’ve been up since yesterday afternoon, but thanks for making me feel beautiful.” She sagged back against him, indulging in the spicy, male scent of him and the comfort in his embrace. The tiny voice in the back of her mind stopped screaming at her to run. He might not be permanent, but Zac would keep her safe.

“I’ll show you around the grounds tomorrow morning, but right now let’s go in and crash. The guest room has a great big bed, and it’s calling your name.” With his arm still around her shoulders, Zac led her toward the house. “And yes, you’re always beautiful to me.”

Victoria Blisse's Fulfill Me

Fulfill Me by Victoria Blisse

Caitlyn is out to get what she wants and she desperately wants Nick Casey, Star of Dobsons Digs the biggest soap on TV. She will do anything to get into his life but one thing, one person always stops her. His annoying yet handsome PA Mike.

But there is more to Nick and to Mike than she could ever have first imagined. She ends up on a journey from one side of BDSM to the complete opposite and all the time she’s just looking for the man who can make her whole.

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Now for a steamy excerpt!!

“Yeah, I’m not enjoying it like I used to, and I have other ways to bolster my income. I’ll let someone a little younger and a lot less long in the tooth take over my place.”

“Wow, now there’s a scoop for the tabloids.” I laugh but Mike stiffens, and I realise it was a silly joke to make.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. Well it was a joke. I’d never ever—I just wouldn’t.” I trip over the words in my eagerness to make things right.

“No, no you’ve gone too far.” His hand squeezes my arm and his eyes don’t show the same anger as his words. “You’re going to have to be punished for speaking out of turn you impudent wench.”

Ah, now I know what he’s doing and the pit of my stomach is rolling like a machine full of lottery balls.

“I’m so sorry, sir, please don’t punish me. I’ll watch my tongue in future, I promise.”

“You will do wench, but you still need punishing. Stand up.”

I jump up off the sofa like I bounced up on a broken spring.

“Now young lady, follow me.” He stands up and walks me back out into the corridor then across it to a room I’ve not been in before. One of many actually from the length of the corridor and the doors along it. When the door swings open, I can see clearly that it’s a study.

An old wood desk dominates the middle of the room. It’s back faces a massive window which shines as black as Whitby jet filled with the night sky. In one corner of the room is a simple high backed chair with no arms. This is where he chooses to sit down and after shutting the door behind me I stand before him.

“Now only a young, foolish child would speak without thinking, so you’ll receive a childish punishment. Over my knees now young lady.” I hesitate, biting my lip. “NOW!” He barks, making me jump. “Don’t question me young lady, or you’ll not be able to sit down for a fortnight.”

I concede and lower myself awkwardly to his lap, the bottom of my clothed breasts rubbing the outside of his thigh, my pubis pushing gently against the other. He quickly raises my skirt, folding it back over my bottom then he rips down the satin black knickers beneath.

He rubs his hand gently over the curve of my buttocks and I bite my lip, not wanting to moan out in case it enflames him more. I’ve never been spanked before but my cunt is wet and my nipples aching. However I’m not sure how much pain I can take. The idea is pleasurable, but the practicalities of it all make me anxious. I want to enjoy it, it’s obviously something he enjoys; I can feel his erection against my stomach. But I just don’t know how much punishment I’ll be able to take.

Suddenly, the thought is shocked from my mind as his usually soft hand slaps down with stinging harshness. It shocks me but it isn’t too uncomfortable. The next slap creates more heat than sharpness. I gasp and press my pubis forward trying to escape the next slap. It burns and I really start to question how much I can take.

It’s then that he gently caresses my burning rump and I mewl like a contented kitty until he snaps his hand back and slams it against my flesh several times in quick succession making me yelp with the stinging pain.

His fingers skim over my heated flesh then dip between my buttocks, tracing down between my thighs as they fall open for him, dipping into the moisture pooling there and gently teasing my clit.

“Such a horny little slut, enjoying her spanking.” He tuts and slaps my buttocks hard once more. I feel tears testing the corners of my eyes and want to yell out for him stop but I hold it in while the next two slaps fall.

“Stand up, wench.” He commands and I comply, though my legs feel shaky, and my knickers are dangling between my knees, making it decidedly difficult to stand up and keep my balance at the same time. He grabs my arm and drags me; well he never gets far in front of me so it’s more like he’s roughly leading me actually, until we reach the hefty desk. He kisses me and whispers in my ear. “You’re so fucking sexy, damn it.” He presses me down against the cold hard wood until my cheek is lying flat against its shocking coldness and my breasts are pressed down hard against the surface.

“Spread your legs,” he commands and I stretch them as far as I can, which actually isn’t far with the knickers hobbling me. Mike flips up my skirt exposing my still stinging buttocks to the air and his eyes. His soft lips kiss the reddened flesh evoking a gasp at the tenderness in the action. I close my eyes and wait for what will come next. I hear the clink of a belt buckle, and hear him curse as he struggles to undo his zip. I wonder if he’s having problems getting his hard on out. I could feel its stirrings pressing against my stomach when he spanked me, and I know it’s a solid robust thing, not made for bending or getting out of tight places. Getting into them; well that’s a whole different issue. The tell-tale crinkle of a condom packet heightens my anticipation. I know he’s going to fuck me and I can’t wait.

Sexy Cover Saturday ~ Wild Flower

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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?

Available here August 17th.

Five Sentence Friday ~ WIP Sentences

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This is for a vampire story I'm working on at the moment. I tend not to make my vampires play by the average vampire rules. No one sparkles, but sometimes they do eat. Shrug. To each their own.

Here are those five lines.

“I’m excited.” For more than just a drawing. He shrugged and shifted to get comfortable. “I like being around you.”

“I see that.” Happy with the drape of the sheet, she took her place in the computer chair and flipped to the correct page in her drawing pad. “I’ll work around it.”

Travel Thursdays

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Today is more of a rant about somewhere I went rather than a story about how great somewhere was. I love to visit the library. It's a great place to go for research and the smell of the books is awesome. Yes, I'm one of those people. Shrug. So I happened to be there in the BAT - big a** truck. I had to jet off a quick email, so I climbed into BAT and pulled up the email on my phone. I didn't start BAT because I didn't see the need to waste diesel while I typed the email. I should've opened the windows, but I didn't think it would take that long. So I'm typing and these three young people stroll out of the library. Fine. They get into the car next to me. I made eye contact with the driver. He looked at me, then got into the car. I hear this THUMP. What the f**k? Then I hear him say, "oh shit. I just hit the _____." I have no idea what he said in the blank, but it irked me because he didn't say anything. Now I am pretty sure he thought there was no one in the truck. So... I started the truck and put the windows down. Oh and the radio was going. I turned that off. I hear, "OH SHIT." He and the female companions book it into the car and peel out of the parking lot. I know about where his door was, so I am pretty sure he hit the plastic part of the wheel well. But since he left and I didn't have his license number, I couldn't really do much. I got out and looked and nothing seemed amiss. Here's the thing. There was a witness. One of the library workers was out there having lunch. He saw it. The kid made a mistake and knocked his door into my truck. Plain and simple. My problem with the whole thing is this. The kid had no courtesy. He hit my truck, albeit not hard, and ran. No "I'm sorry" no, "I didn't mean to do that" he just booked it out of the lot. IMHO that's an admission of guilt. Yes, the BAT is a big truck. Yes, men tend to drive trucks. But it's not my fault if he didn't look before he bashed. It's also not my fault he ran away. I won't stay away from the library, but I will certainly find the farthest out spot to park in next time.

Plain and simple, if you do something like that just say you're sorry. If it's a catastrophic, then do the right thing. Seriously. No one is in control of your actions but you. Do the right thing. Please? Make the world a better place. Besides, responsible is sexy.