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A Dom for Patti by Elodie Parkes

Here's lots of fun stuff from Elodie Parkes, including a giveaway at the bottom...

Blurb

An erotic romance, with Dom/sub and spanking elements—a contemporary, magical love story.

Background to the story
I wrote a story titled Rescuing Cade published by Evernight in February this year. In that story, Patti, the heroine from a Dom for Patti, is introduced to Cade. They are both visiting The Club, a select BDSM club. Cade is kind to Patti, but his heart already belongs to someone else and after only a few minutes he tells Patti he’s leaving. In that few minutes, he kisses Patti and she feels an instant attraction to him. Unfortunately, lonely Patti is destined not to be with Cade.

I liked Patti a lot and I decided to write her story. It’s an erotic romance with a twist. Patti is hoping for love as well as a handsome Dom to fill her lonely life, when she meets hunky Cameron in The Club, she thinks her luck is looking up … let’s hope so.

Interview with Cameron
1. If you were a dessert, what would you be?

Chocolate ice cream cake with a drizzle of coffee liqueur

2. What is it like being a personal trainer?

I enjoy seeing people achieve their goals and becoming happier with themselves. I travel with them sometimes, if they’re a movie star or model trying to get back into shape, and that can be fun.

3. What do you do when you need to blow off steam?

I own a fitness center with my brother so I work out and sometimes I’ll take off on a rock-climbing spree.

4. What do you look for in a woman?

Gentleness, intelligence, a sense of humor, sexiness, courage, beautiful eloquent eyes

5. What’s your favorite sex toy?

Mmm, let me think for a moment … okay well all kinds of vibrators and lubes are great because I can give my lady more pleasure

6. The blurb for A Dom for Patti mentions spanking, can we expect some in the story and do you enjoy spanking?

(Laughs) I’ve never been spanked per se, although Patti has dared to slap me on the ass as I pass naked, which I loved and had to kiss her loads to reassure her it was okay. I spank her because it makes her wet, but I don’t put my strength behind it. I do it for her to give her pleasure not to hurt. Frankly, I’d be devastated if I hurt her. I cherish her—she’s mine and we both know it, but that means I take care of her.

7. Tell us a little about Patti.

She works in fashion. She’s pretty, small, slender, and fits over my shoulder. (Smiles) She’s sexy, clever, interesting, luscious … let’s stop this before I start craving her kiss.

8. So, this is a love story?

It sure is. It’s hot, sexy, and there’s a journey, but it’s all worth it.


Excerpt
The darkness soothed Patti. The music lifted her spirits and she smiled at the lovely sight of people enjoying each other. She relaxed in the familiar atmosphere and began to wonder why she’d denied herself this pleasure for so long. Happy now, she wandered along to the bar and ordered coffee.

Patti spent a pleasant ten minutes drinking her coffee and talking with the bartender, before a man and woman she’d seen around The Club in the past arrived at the bar. Patti cast a sidelong glance at them before transferring her scrutiny to watching their touches and kisses through the length of mirror along the back of the bar. They were obviously a couple. More than that, they were obviously in love.

Patti left the sight that reminded her of what she desperately wanted and walked along to the end of the room. She stopped in the gloom there and considered going home. She’d shaken her depression and maybe on her next visit she’d find one of the Masters free.

About to move off, instead, Patti turned abruptly. Someone approached from behind and she was suddenly aware she lurked around in the entrance to the corridor that led to the private rooms.
He was closer than she’d anticipated. A hard muscular chest met her, and as she bumped against the man, his arms enclosed her.

Patti looked up into the face of a man she’d never seen before.

His eyes were dark in the gloom. He’d stopped further into the shadows, but the handsome planes of his face were still obvious. A dimple appeared in his left cheek as he smiled.

“Hey, are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you.” He left his arms around her.

Patti soaked up the contact. She looked at him with interest. “I was deep in thought.”





Buy Links
Amazon US, Amazon UK, Evernight, Bookstrand, All Romance

Bio
Elodie Parkes: Cool Stories - Hot Love Scenes 
Elodie is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always steamy. Her tag is, Cool stories: Hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Evernight Siren Hot Ink Press Eternal Press Secret Cravings

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

Find Elodie online: Blog  Facebook  FB  Twitter Tsu  Google +  G+ Pinterest  YouTube  Amazon USA  Amazon UK  Manic Readers

Elodie only ever wears boots. (Yes, even in summer) She has three bachelor degrees because she couldn’t make up her mind what she wanted to do, and even then she got two Grad Dips in different subjects, naughty Elodie.

Elodie loves:
Music (her nickname at work is Melody Elodie because she’s often singing), the countryside, the ocean, animals, gorgeous men, technology, art, stockings and garter belts, movies, and potatoes, in any order. Elodie is addicted to black leather jackets, and faded jeans, and owns so many she’s ashamed to count them.


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Friday Fiction - The Ring Toss Pt. 6

A last-minute change lands Mack in a long white dress, but can she commit?
And now we're at Week 5! If you're just stumbling over this story, you can check out Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 to catch up. 

Mack's been cast to play a bridesmaid in an equity-waiver production of "Something Borrowed, Something Blue", but at the last minute she's upgraded to the role of Brittney, The Bride. It's a tough gig for a woman with a wedding phobia, especially since her boyfriend Joe's not around to talk her off the ledge. In the last snippet, Mack and her bridesmaids were off to meet the male stripper, though some of her costars were a little weird off-stage...


The Play – Something Borrowed, Something Blue: A Bachelorette’s Adventure

Director: Dusty SquiresAssistant to the Director: Donald Loudemilk

Cast:Brittney (the bride): Mackenzie ReedMara (the maid of honor): Geneva LouiseKenley (the bride’s sister): Dusty SquiresCaitlyn (the bridesmaid): Cheyenne MillerSalvatore (the stripper): Julio LorenzePete (the groom): Julio Lorenze


Dusty patted my shoulder as he passed me on his way offstage. I wasn’t sure if he meant the gesture as praise or sympathy. With no time to prepare for the role, I was pretty much happy I got the lines in the right order, let alone found ways to create a character. I’d get to know Brittney better, finding her quirks and what made her tick, after the rehearsal was over. 

I needed a beer and some sleep first.  For right now, it was pretty much like riding Class Five rapids, with speed and adrenaline surges and maybe a splashdown or two.

Cheyenne stopped when the door to Dusty’s office closed and I almost ran into her. She was lowering the zipper that ran up the front of her leather dress. One of the tricks she used was to unzip little by little as the show went on, changing her appearance from sophisticated to slutty. I slipped around her as she stared at the director’s door, adjusting her boobs to maximum cleavage for the next act. Dusty was going to be in trouble.

Back in the dressing room, I all but ran to see if there was a text from Joe. We’d started dating in college then separated for eight years when he moved to L.A. Now here I was, an independent thirty-something woman and a hot mess after two weeks apart. I couldn’t imagine how I’d survived all that time alone in Seattle.

It wasn’t just that he looked like a cross between Robert Downey, Jr. and Collin Farrell. He got me. He saw who I was and who I could be, and I loved him for it.

I know you're rockin' the bachelorette action.

Smiling, I sent him back a text saying at least I hadn't bungled any lines.

Donald popped in with his clipboard a couple of times. Beads of sweat speckled his bald scalp. He had to be just as hot out front as we were back here. The rest of us kept ourselves busy while we waited. Geneva was checking emails on her cell phone and Cheyenne was brushing out her hair. Again. Everyone took advantage of the brief downtime to filter the earlier scenes and check our plans for the next few. Except for me, whose only plan was to keep on winging it.

And when I get home, I'm going to give you something else to rock.

Oh yeah, that's what I’m talking about. I quickly typed in a message. We’re going to have to make up for lost time, dude. I might charge interest. I hit ‘send’ with a smile on my face.

Nerves were a bigger issue for me now than during the opening scenes, because the upcoming action was designed to spread Brittney’s insecurities all across the stage and, sadly, Brittney’s insecurities lined up awfully close to my own. It wasn’t just that Julio ended his big dance number wearing not much more than a pair of white chaps and a little satin bag—although that wasn’t going to help. If Joe was here he’d say something wise or funny and it would be perfect and perfectly helpful, or he’d keep his mouth shut and just wrap his arms around me until I wasn’t scared any more. And I wouldn’t look twice at Julio and his…bag.

Except Joe was in New Orleans, probably wrapping up the day with a cold one and some good music. He’d be hanging out with other actors and some of them would be pretty girls. Heck, he probably didn’t need to go far to find an attractive woman in New Orleans. Okay, that was not a constructive line of thinking. The phone chirped again.

Missing my girl.

And I was missing my guy. I should just grow a pair and ask him to marry me. I already knew his answer and it was a good one. I just hadn’t wanted to get married before. A swirl of watercolor blue caught my eye.

“You’re going to be awesome as a bride,” Geneva whispered, referring to the final scene when Brittney and Pete got married. At least, I thought that’s what she was referring to.

“Bite me,” I said soundlessly, hoping she could read lips.

She chuckled quietly and wandered off.

Cheyenne turned away from the mirror. “Where I grew up, we called single women your age ‘cat ladies’.” Her voice was a shade loud for a whisper and her smile wasn’t entirely friendly.

I suddenly couldn’t remember why I liked Cheyenne. I stared at her ‛til she went back to brushing her hair. It’s funny what happens to people under pressure. Cheyenne was showing her bitchy streak and I was hot and sweaty and my stupid dress wanted to stick in awkward places. Out of patience, I pulled myself to standing and tugged the dress back down over my butt before stalking off to the bathroom.



And next week....dancing with Salvatore the Stripper...really not something you can miss, right?
Cheers!
Liv

California Sunrise by Casey Dawes

Book Title: California Sunrise Author: Casey Dawes Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: June 15, 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions







Alicia’s son, Luis, may be suffering from Asperger’s Syndrome, but he’s too young for a definitive answer. She’s struggling with his care, holding down a job, and going to school. All she wants is a chance to stand on her own two feet.
Dr. Raul Mendez lost everything at sixteen when the rest of his non-US-citizen family was deported. In spite of depression that has dogged his life, he’s managed to become a pediatrician with a specialty in childhood development. Alicia brings something special into his life, but their opposing points of view may keep them from ever finding love.





Raúl pushed open the door to the examining room. The petite woman standing by the child on the examining table turned. The strong bones of her face, full lips, and dark eyes matched the structure of her body. Attractive. Not that he was looking for anyone right now.

“Are you Dr. Mendez?” she asked.

 “Sí. And you are”—he checked the chart—“Alicia Fuentes.”

The boy on the table squirmed and let out a howl. Raúl glanced back at the chart. No medical problem stood out, but the young woman had been to several doctors, including specialists at Stanford. Was it some type of Munchausen syndrome, or was there a legitimate illness? “What seems to be the problem?” he asked.

 “Luis is difficult.”

He was tempted to tell her all children were difficult, but the set of her jaw stopped him short. “In what way?” He leaned back against the counter, his interest piqued by what she might have to say. If the child wasn’t simply a fussy baby, it might be a chance to increase his behavioral development experience.

“He mixes up his days—sleeps during the day and wants to be up all night. He’s a fussy eater. I practically have to hand-feed him. He doesn’t seem to sit up well. And temper tantrums! I know all children have them, but his seem worse than other kids’. My grandmother says she’s never seen anything like it.” Snapping her mouth shut, she stared at him, as if defying him to tell her there was nothing wrong, that her child was normal.

In that instant, he knew there wasn’t anything normal about Luis. Although he hadn’t seen a wedding ring, he asked the question anyway. “How is he with his father?”

“I’m a single mom.” Her chin went up. “He never sees his father.”

A too common answer. His heart crinkled with sadness for her and anger at the boy’s father. “He has no contact with his son?”

“No.”

The finality in her voice warned him not to pursue the subject.

He ignored the warning.

“It must be very difficult for you, especially so young.”


“I’m eighteen.” She made her age sound as if she were in her mid-thirties.

He hid a smile. “The baby is twelve months, correct? What have the other doctors told you?”

 “They don’t know what’s wrong. He’s too young for certain tests. They can’t help me.” Defeat crept into her words, and her shoulders slumped, but then she rallied and looked him straight in the eye. “I’m told you can."

 He hoped her confidence wasn’t misplaced. “Why don’t you take a seat, and I’ll take a look at your son?”

“Do you have children, Dr. Mendez?” She moved toward the chair but didn’t sit.

“Me? No. I’ve never been married.”

“Brothers and sisters?”

“Yes. Older brothers. Why do you ask?”

“It seems odd for a single man to be a pediatrician.”

“Like many of us, I come from a large, extended family. Lots of cousins. Lots of different problems—some the normal hazards of being a kid, some brought on by poverty. Giving kids a healthy start is a way to help our people.” He looked down at Luis and put his stethoscope in his ears. “Now let’s see what’s up with you, little man.”





Casey Dawes has lived a varied life--some by choice, some by circumstance. Her master’s degree in theater didn’t prepare her for anything practical, so she’s been a teacher, stage hand, secretary, database guru, manager in Corporate America, business coach, and writer.With a few marriages, two sons, and three step-children, her personal life was a challenge when she met and married her current husband who has proved to be the love of her life. They reside in Montana where she quilts, writes, and coaches on the banks of the Clark Fork River. The couple has been adopted by two gently used cats.












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Optical Illusions by Gale Stanley

I'm officially on vacation, so I'm running more promo posts than usual. Which, YAY! You get to find out about cool new releases...like this one from Gayle Stanley...




Hi Everyone! I’m very excited to share my new book with you. Optical Illusions is special to me for so many reasons. I gave free rein to my characters and they took me in a different direction. I’ve been writing mostly MM romance lately, and the main character in this book is a woman. Maggie really got into my head, and I knew I had to write her story in first person POV. I usually write in third. 

The story is fiction, but I included a few things that are near and dear to my heart. The setting is my hometown, Philly, and one of my cats plays a supporting role. I did change his name to protect the innocent. 

Here’s a sneak peek at Optical Illusions. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 


  


BLURB
Maggie’s troubled past makes her seal off her heart. She shuts everyone out, and puts all her energy into work, but suddenly, she’s having erotic fantasies about her two bosses. They’re perfect. Good-looking, intelligent, caring… Everything a woman could want. But they only have eyes for each other.

Michael and Aaron have been a couple since college, but one thing is missing from their relationship. They’re bisexual and they miss having a woman in their lives. Maggie would be the perfect addition to their family. She’s beautiful, smart, compassionate… But they’re sure she’ll never accept their unconventional lifestyle. 



Buy Links

Evernight Publishing    -     Amazon     -     Goodreads     -     ARe


Excerpt
Aaron Moore and Michael Briggs are both board certified optometrists. They opened a small optometry clinic in Center City two years ago and hired me to run the retail frames boutique. The timing was perfect. Commuting by train to the suburbs every day was taking a toll on me. Besides, the excitement of being in on the ground floor of a new business appealed to me. It turned out to be the best move for all of us. Now my whole life revolves around Optical Illusions. 

But I want more. I wish I could find love and have a normal life, but I’m tainted. Dating doesn’t work for me. As soon as I meet a man and make eye contact, he turns into someone I need a restraining order against. Do they all see something in my eyes that clues them in to my dark fantasies? 

Life is easier behind a mask. I may have hidden behind a fan, or a dipped parasol in some past life, but now I prefer sunglasses. It’s not so farfetched. Centuries ago, Chinese judges wore dark lenses to hide their eye expressions in court. Hidden behind my shades, I can move through life without anybody noticing. 




Bio

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

You can find Gale at her Website | Blog | Twitter | FaceBook | Instagram | Pinterest 
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Friday Fiction - The Ring Toss Pt. 5

A last-minute change lands Mack in a long white dress, but can she commit?Are you ready for week 5?! If not, you can check out Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 first.

Mack's been cast to play a bridesmaid in an equity-waiver production of "Something Borrowed, Something Blue", but at the last minute she's upgraded to the role of Brittney, The Bride. It's a tough gig for a woman with a wedding phobia, especially since her boyfriend Joe's not around to talk her off the ledge. Last week she had to deal with a costume that didn't quite cover, how to cry on cue, and a cast-mate who was acting a little weird...


The Play – Something Borrowed, Something Blue: A Bachelorette’s Adventure

Director: Dusty SquiresAssistant to the Director: Donald Loudemilk

Cast:Brittney (the bride): Mackenzie ReedMara (the maid of honor): Geneva LouiseKenley (the bride’s sister): Dusty SquiresCaitlyn (the bridesmaid): Cheyenne MillerSalvatore (the stripper): Julio LorenzePete (the groom): Julio Lorenze

The girls were all draped over Mara’s living room furniture, waiting for me to come back onstage. They were posed like a photo shoot from Glamour Magazine, even the one in drag. The tray of hors d'oeuvres had been picked over and all of the glasses were empty.

Mara was singing softly. “Chi Omega, yours forever, loyal we will be…”

Laughing, Caitlyn tossed a pillow at her. “Shut up. You’re the only one who can remember the words.”

“Let the girl sing. I want to hear it,” Kenley said.

Mara resumed singing. “To our symphony and colors, our fraternity…”

“Shut up,” Caitlyn groaned. “Don’t encourage her.”

When I entered the scene, Kenley was sitting with her arms crossed, trying not to laugh, and Mara was happily singing. My eyes were damp and I focused on taking shallow, hiccup-y breaths so the audience would think I'd been crying. “I love that song.”

“Seriously? Let it go already.” Caitlyn looked a little stabby.

“For our bonds shall ne’er be broken, Chi Omega Chi…” Mara sang the last line.

Caitlyn came over and put her arm around me. “Are you okay?”

“Sure.”

Caitlyn pulled me closer to the lamp. “C’mere. Your eyeliner is smudged.”

I tipped my head up so Caitlyn could run her finger under my lower lashes. It tickled, which made it hard to hold still until Kenley’s line cued me to move.

“Hey, there’s going to be a stripper tonight, right?”

Mara layered on the enthusiasm. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good, cuz if I have to sit here in sorority row there had better be some man-flesh as payoff or I’m gonna get all Noo Yawk on you ladies.” Kenley stood and smiled.

I pulled away from Caitlyn, forgetting for a minute that Brittney was supposed to have a big smile on her face. In reality, strippers were not my thing. No one on stage indicated they’d noticed my little faux pas.

“I got it covered,” Mara said. “This guy named Salvatore is supposed to meet us at the club.”

“Ooh, man flesh.” Caitlyn rubbed her hands together.

“Salvatore the Stripper?” Kenley snorted. “Nice.”

“He’s supposed to be quite…um…large. I wanted to make sure my friend Brittney’s last sight of freedom was worthwhile.” Mara gave me a naughty grin as she swirled past the overstuffed furniture on her way off-stage. A minute later she was back, carrying a tiny, vintage clutch purse. “The limo should be here in just a couple minutes.”

I draped the faux-fur stole over my shoulders and, a minute later, someone came up behind me and started stroking the fur. “Love this,” Caitlyn said.

“Thanks, sweetie.”  I turned to face her.

Caitlyn’s smile was a touch envious. “You’re going to be such a beautiful bride. You always were the pretty one.”

“Oh, right.” It was my turn to snort.

“I wouldn’t argue with her, sister. You’re going to look gorgeous tomorrow.” This was probably the only point in the play where Kenley and Caitlyn agreed on something.

“It’s not too late to back out, is it?” I put in as much tension as I could, immediately getting everyone’s attention.

“What? You’re kidding, right?” Kenley frowned at me.

“No…I mean yeah. Of course I’m kidding.” I forced in a deep breath.

Mara laughed. “She’s totally kidding, you guys.”

“I don’t know, baby sister. Don’t lie, now.” Kenley stepped closer to me, which made Caitlyn back away. They were like a pair of magnets that constantly repelled each other.

“It’s all going so fast. I don’t think I’m ready.” I dragged the fur stole off my shoulders and started twisting it like a pretzel.  

“Haven’t you been engaged for, like, a year?” Caitlyn sounded confident, like she was totally counting on winning the bet.

I choked out an answer. “Yes.”

“You know what, you’re having cold feet. It’s okay, though. We’re your best friends. We’ll get you through it.” Mara came over and put her arm around me. “We’ll have so much fun tonight you won’t have time to be scared. Because you know, Brittney, you are the pretty one, just like I’m the smart one.”

Between Mara and Kenley, I was a Brittney sandwich. I let my breathing slow and tried to dissolve some of the tension that had twisted across my shoulders and around my jaw. My emotions were fueling Brittney’s responses, but it would be a bad thing if I lost track of which one of us was in charge.

Kenley waited a couple beats. “Which one am I?”

“You’re the model, Kenley.” Mara laughed, a sound that was as poised and perfect as the rest of her.

Kenley gave her a fist bump over the top of my head. “I thought I was the old one.”

Mara laughed. “Shut up.”

“Which one am I?” Caitlyn asked.

“Oh, Caitlyn, honey, you’ve always been the bitchy one.”  Mara delivered the line with stiletto sweetness, and Kenley choked back a laugh.

“Yeah, baby.” Caitlyn picked up a real, red fox coat and glared at Mara. “I work hard at getting the details right.”

A horn honked offstage.

“Let’s go see Salvatore the Stripper.” Kenley pulled me by the arm in the direction of the unseen limo. The others followed, singing, “Chi Omega, Yours Forever” as they left.



Check back next week to see if Salvatore the Stripper is really all that, and if Mack's cold feet warm up any...Happy Weekend!Liv

Taking Over by SJ Maylee

Here's another fabulous new release, this one from SJ Maylee. I've been sharing her posts through Triberr for a while now, and I'm thrilled to have her here on the blog. Check out her thoughts on the Love Projects series...the excerpt at the end  has some heat to it, too, so hang onto your britches...


Taking Over is the third book in the Love Projects Series. I worked hard and made sure this story is a standalone. You do not need to read books one and two. However, you will find special connections if you read them in order.

Taking Chances, Love Projects 1 (Jake & Lydia)
Taking Courage, Love Projects 2 (Simon & Janna)

Taking Over tells the story of Marcus and Gina. It's the story I had to tell in many ways. I knew from day one there was more to Gina than she let others see. I wanted to explore the steps in her life that led her down the path to earning her mean girl status. The more I learned, the more I wanted to open another path for her to take.

Marcus stepped up big time in this story. There might have been a time in his life when he loved Gina more than anything else, but that time has come and gone. While Gina faces some of my worst fears, she struggles with wanting the easy route. It can be so simple to shut everyone out when we need them the most.

Love isn’t easy. It’s messy and it hurts when you lose it. Taking Over tells the story of love that was meant to be, but is now lost. I know love is worth the struggle it takes to grab it and hold on to it, but I needed to prove it to Gina. The result is an emotional sexy trip of raw emotions. I hope you take a chance on Gina and enjoy her wild ride.






Blurb
Gina’s life was perfect, until the day she realized the man she loved didn’t love her back. Her charming life turned upside down as tragedy and cruelty struck her down. She learned to protect her family from those who could cause them pain, but she inadvertently ensured the perfect life would be forever out of her reach.

Marcus has hid his love for Gina for years. His assumptions about her have allowed him to be harsh, but underneath all the anger is a man deeply in love. The tough realities of her life put them in position to see themselves in a whole new light. The second chance is right there and it could take them over the edge into the love they’ve always wanted.


Buy Links
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Excerpt

This had to be a new record. In less than a minute, he had her loathing herself. It didn't matter he was working on incorrect data. “Hope not to see you again.” She waved as she turned to go.

“Wait.”

She kept moving.

His hand came down on her shoulder and pulled her around. “When a Master tells you to wait, you do as you're told. Our personal history doesn't erase protocol. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her chest rubbed against his. From under her lashes, she looked up into his light blue eyes and, for a second, wished she could forget why she hated him.

“I'm sorry.” He stepped back and let his hand fall. “You came to this area because you needed something from the benches. I'm the only one free right now.” He raised his hand and brushed away the hair hanging in front of her eyes. “I can give you what you need.”

Once again, Marcus showed himself as the good guy. She didn’t like him because he had a tendency to call her out on her mistakes and she was certain he thought her supposed latest was a doozy, since it ended her marriage.

“That's nice of you, but it's okay.” She took a step back.

“I can see that it's not.” He took a step forward. “We can push past our history and live in this moment.” He grabbed her hand. “Let me help.”

Warmth gathered in her core. She'd seen this side of him, but they'd never scened together. She tilted her head to the side and examined him. The first time she gazed into his blue eyes, she knew he'd cause her problems. He could see the truth through all the mess, not that he ever tried to understand her. She didn't want to know what he'd see if he ever took a closer look at her. Fear ticked up her spine. She had a feeling that he alone would be her undoing.

Desperate to let go, she knew the sting of a paddle was what she needed, but sometimes it was hard to separate feelings discovered at the spanking bench. She laughed out loud. Since there was no way she'd start to care about Marcus now, she decided to take him up on his offer. After all, she was determined to reach the kind of release only a good reddened ass could provide.

“Thanks, Marcus.” She walked to the only free bench and bent over the apparatus, putting her forearms on the padded rests and grasped the holding bar. Her short skirt would already be giving him quite a show. For the first time, she wished the club allowed submissives to wear panties.

“Since we've never played together, I won't be restraining you. We certainly don't have that kind of trust. You understand how important it is not to move, correct?”

“Yes, Sir, I understand. I won't move.” It pinched her last nerve to call him sir, but he was doing her a great service. For these few minutes, she'd give him the respect any Master in this club deserved.
He flipped her skirt up over her back, exposing her round ass. The paddle brushed over her lower back, across her hip, and down the length of her leg to her knee. His hand followed the paddle with a feather touch, allowing a soothing bliss to spread over her skin.

The room either quieted or she'd blocked out the noise but she welcomed the peace, needing to remember why she was there. He repeated the pattern on the other side, drawing her in with his tenderness. She swallowed against the unwelcomed thoughts threatening to break her concentration.
“I'll give you twenty swats. I expect you to count them.”

“Okay. Thank you, Sir.”

The paddle rubbed over her right cheek and then smacked against it, rocking her whole body. The force behind the swat surprised her, this was not her first mistake. What had she been thinking? Submitting to Marcus was on her list of things to never try. She had to give him more credit. He'd caught her off her game.

“We'll start back at one each time you forget to count.” He smacked her other cheek.

“One. Sorry, Sir.”

“Not as sorry as your ass will be if you forget again.” He dragged the paddle along her skin in the same figure as before, spreading the sensitivity. “I have no problem paddling your ass all night.” He smacked her right cheek again.

“Two...three...four.” Somewhere over the next couple of swats, Gina remembered why she'd come back into the club tonight. Her knuckles turned white with the force of her grip. She gulped in a breath of air and waited for the next hit to land with its punishing kiss of heat, but none came. Marcus stepped into her line of sight, just out of reach. The paddle was no longer in his hand.

“I'll keep counting, Sir. Please, I need this.”

He lowered himself beside her and reached out to caress her fingers until she released her strangle hold. “I'll finish, after I've determined you're in the right frame of mind.”





Bio
S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.

When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.

As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.


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The Forever Forest by Gayle Cranfield

This week's guest is the first of (hopefully) many from my new publisher, and Gayle Cranfield's The Forever Forest looks like a fabulous combination of paranormal and kink. Just what we all need a little more of, amirite?



Blurb 
A series of unusual, and unexplained murders in Bath, England, pushes Detective Sergeant Rebecca Leigh and Psychic Investigator, Gabriel Lewis, to work together.  

They discover a link to a new Steam Punk nightclub, The Wolf's Den, where owner Darius Wolf, when interviewed, disorientates Rebecca.  On exciting the club, Rebecca collapses, seemingly intoxicated, leaving Gabriel no choice but to take her to his home.

She has no memory of meeting Wolf, but attraction between Rebecca and Gabriel reaches boiling point as she discovers Gabriel is not as he seems. The timid psychic is a Dominant in the bedroom and turns her world upside down, as the normally strong willed Detective realizes what has been missing in her past relationships, the submission Gabriel requires from her.

Darius, now obsessed with Rebecca, gains access to her dreams when she is kidnapped by him, leaving Gabriel having to find a passage into Rebecca's dreams and save her from The Forever Forest.



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Excerpt

"You mentioned Jekyll and Hyde earlier, I'd that how you see me?" Gabriel asked as they sat eating their pasta.

"A bit yes. You seem so quiet normally, but this morning, when we were in your bedroom, you were a different person. More forceful." 

"I asked you this morning if that scared you and you said no, but when you walked in here today you seemed very nervous."

"Apprehensive I think is more the terminology you should be using."

"Why?" he asked casually.

"The word dominant conjures up many images in my head. I've read books, and I know what it means."

"Is that how you see me?"

"Yes." She gulped.

"You are a very astute woman. You've already worked me out from this morning?"

"Yes. I'm a Detective you know, it's my job." She tried to make a joke, but she knew it just sounded like panic.

"The term Dominant can mean all sorts of things in life."

"What does it mean to you?" 

"I'd like you to look at yourself," he said, deflecting her question.

"In what way?" she asked.

"You are an extremely dominant woman in your work, and I presume you are like that because you are in a very male oriented world and have had to learn to be like that. Am I right?"

"To a certain extent, yes," she agreed.

"But I get the feeling that is not your natural personality." He took a long drink from his glass and refilled both glasses again. 

"How so?" She nodded in thanks to the wine and picked her glass up and put it to her lips. The wine, along with the food that Gabriel had prepared, was a taste sensation. "Every now and then I see Alice falling down a rabbit hole, only fleetingly, but it's there."

"That's a strange analogy, explain." She smiled as she put her glass down and picked up her fork once more.

"I know you're good at your job and you are obviously very thorough, but I get the feeling that this persona, this hard woman, is not the real you. You have been dragged out of your comfort zone with this career and have had to learn to adapt."

"Keep talking." This man was good.

"You are an extremely foreboding personality and I wouldn't want to cross you at work, but last night and this morning I saw a different side to you, a timid side, and one I'd like to explore a little further." She went to open her mouth, but Gabriel put his hand up to stop her saying anything. "Before you jump down my throat, hear me out please."

"Ok." She was beginning to take offense at his hint that she was weak.

"You do not socialize with people from work, do you?"  

"No, they're a bunch of arseholes. I like a few of them, but I still wouldn't choose to  spend any amount of with them, Tanya is probably the only one I would see out of work."

"So is that because you don't want people to see the real you when you take your mask off?"

"I'm sorry?" 

"When you get home, do you close the door behind you and lock the woman away and the little girl is released?" 

Rebecca didn't say anything, visions of her unicorn pajamas folded on her bed suddenly flicked through her mind. 

"I take it by that silence I'm correct." 

"Go on..." 

"Let's take another avenue. Tell me about your last relationship."

"Er, ok, I met Harry when I was working on a stalking case few years ago. He was the victim before you ask."

"And you started a relationship with him?"

"After the case was over, yes, I did. He was a lovely man and wanted to marry me, but it wasn't what I wanted."

"What did you want?"

"Something else."

"And what was that?" 

Silence reigned as Rebecca couldn't quite give him a reason why she didn't want to marry Harry.

"Did you ever take that mask off in front of him?"

"Why do you keep going on about a mask?" 

"Because I think, and please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, that you are such a force in your work and all you want to do when you get home is curl up and lock the door with a book and a glass of wine. Am I right so far?"

"Possibly." 

"Harry met you in a work environment, didn't he?"

"Yes."

"When he was possibly at the lowest time in his life being stalked, making him jumpy and needy."

"True."

"And you were the strong Detective Sergeant Rebecca Leigh, crime fighter extraordinaire."

"Now you're taking the piss." She laughed. "You had me believing you then."

"Look at the situation. Was it the tough DS Leigh he fell in love with, or the little girl lost that escapes to her fantasy world in books or TV?" Silence again. "How was your sex life?"

She blushed. "Good, I think." She hated talking about her sex life as she'd discussed with Tanya that morning.

"Was it always you that took the lead, perhaps always instigated sex?" 

She thought for a moment. "He was busy, always working long hours."

"And you weren’t?"

"That's not the point," she answered abruptly.

"It totally is the point. He saw you as the dominant personality in your relationship and in all aspects of it, and I don't think you are. Yes, you are dominant in your work life, but you want to be that woman who is taken care of, too."

"I think I get what you mean."

"So I want to explore that side of your quieter personality, not the tough CID Detective Sergeant."

"How do you intend to do that?"

"There is one avenue I want to explore with you, Rebecca. It will probably make you very apprehensive."

"What's that? You're killing me here, Gabriel. Get to the point will you?"

"I want you to submit to me."

"What, in everything I do?" She panicked.

"No, just in the bedroom or wherever sex occurs. Your life is your own. I would not try and change that. I like that side. It's feisty, but it is Rebecca I want to explore further, not Detective Sergeant Leigh."

"I'm not into whips and chains and things."

"Stop panicking. It's not all about that. It's about control. It can be, but that's not what I want from this."

"What do you want from it?"

"Basically, to Dominate you in our sex life."

"I'm not sure about this, Gabriel. Is this something you're used to?"

"It has been in the past, yes. It can make a very interesting relationship. Basically I want to pleasure you in every way possible, and I want to ensure that you have enough orgasms to make your ears bleed."

"And what do you get out of this?" she asked curiously.

"To take care of you. Don't worry, you will satisfy me, too, but my purpose will be your pleasure."

"The perfect man?" She chuckled.

"You said it, not me." His eyes looked over his wine glass, and although she couldn't see his mouth she knew he was smirking behind the blood red liquid.


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(Ed. Comment: Pardon me while I ...  *fans self*)


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Bio
Gayle Cranfield was born in London and found her forever after, Mark, at the age of 14.
After nearly 30 years of being together, they have two children, both at a university, and now live in Wiltshire in the South West of England somewhere between Stonehenge and Bath. 

Whilst on a road trip around California in 2013, she read some disastrous books and when she returned home decided to write one of her own. Having never creatively written a word since school, she picked up her iPad and hesitantly started to write in secret thinking she'd write a short story, before she knew it she had 97000 words!

That was four books ago. She has written three erotic thrillers for Siren Publishing and this time has written her first erotic/paranormal, The Forever Forest, and has chosen Evernight to publish it for her.

"It is great to see your work come alive," Gayle says. "Although you have various Beta readers telling you it is a great story and a real page turner until a publishing company says 'Yes we want your work' you only think your friends are being nice and trying not to hurt your feelings. Seeing the front cover being emailed to me for approval is always the best part and Jay Aheer has done the most amazing job, as she always does ,with all the Evernight Authors.

You can connect with Gayle at her website, gaylecranfield.com.uk, Facebook, Twitter, Bookstrand, Amazon UK, Amazon US, and Amazon Australia.

Forever and Ever, Amen - Now from AmazonEncore!

Tomorrow is the big day!
My novel Forever and Ever, Amen - first published by Crimson Romance in 2012 - is being republished by AmazonEncore. If you sneak over there before the actual release, you should be able to get the $0.99 preorder price. Here's the blurb and a quick snippet to inspire you!

BlurbMolly, a forty-something single mom, tangles with the wrong guy and gets a hell of a hickey. That blotch is really a demon’s mark, and she’ll have to face the three things that scare her most to get rid of it. 
First, Molly loses her job and then she has a near-sex experience with her philandering, not-quite-ex-husband. Worst of all, she has to sit by a hospital bed, wondering if her son is ever going to wake up.
The Powers That Be assign Cass to help her. He’s an angel who’s trying to earn a seat in the celestial choir by helping out a human in need. Vanquishing the demon would be his ticket up, but only if he plays by the rules. He’ll never earn his wings if he loses his heart to the lovely Molly. But she has even bigger things to worry about. She stands to lose her soul.

Excerpt
Molly’s got problems, for sure. Here she gets home from work and walks into the middle of a sibling battle, in the process learning something about her daughter that she’d really rather not know.
As she walked up the cement path to the front door, she could hear them. A few steps closer, and she could tell they were yelling. At each other. Because it was still Monday.
“I saw you, that’s how I know,” Jamie yelled. Molly paused, hoping and dreading that they’d get to what Jamie had seen.
“Spying on me? Fine. Gotta love having a brother I can trust.” Flora’s voice was high and tight.
“You can totally trust me not to let you do something stupid.”  
“Mind your own business, asshat.” 
Molly reached toward the door, then paused for just a little longer.
“Jesus, do you hear yourself. You’re the one dating a vampire. You do know that, right?”
“So what? He’s cool and he loves me.”
“Loves you? Don’t be an idiot.” Jamie slammed something hard into something solid.
“Idiot yourself. It’s not like I don’t have stuff on you, so shut up.”
“You haven’t got anything on me,” Jamie said, his voice lower and angrier than Molly had ever heard it. She figured that was her cue to break up their little party, because one bombshell a night was all she could take. Before Flora could say what it was she had on Jamie, Molly was through the door and in the living room.
“Hey kids,” she said, looking from one to the other. Flora stood near the big front window, while Jamie blocked the hallway to the rest of the house, arms stretched out so he touched the wall on either side. They both glared at her, then Jamie let go of the wall and turned away. 
“Anybody want to tell me what’s going on?” Molly crossed her arms and stood up high on her heels, trying to ignore that it made her feet hurt.
“Nothing.” Jamie walked down the hall towards his bedroom.
“Nothing,” Flora said, her arms crossed in front of her chest. She wore a shabby black lace dress with a rainbow striped silk scarf twisted around her neck. Her black hair was pulled up in a high French twist and she wore her usual excessive amount of black eyeliner.
Molly set her purse down on the buffet but kept her coat buttoned, hoping it made her look more authoritative. “Okay, let’s try this again. What were you and Jamie yelling about?”
“God, Mom.” Flora flounced over to one of the burgundy chairs and dropped into it. As Molly was trying to read her expression, she noticed a faint image in the darkened TV screen behind Flora’s head. It was Cass. He winked at Molly and pointed a finger at Flora. A thin stream of light, like an electric current made visible, shot out of his finger and tagged Flora, making her jump.
“It’s like this. I told Dad I was going over to Sasha’s for a sleepover, but I really went out with Vincent.” Flora’s eye bugged out and she covered her mouth with one hand. It didn’t stop her talking for long. “He’s this guy that I’ve kind of been seeing, but he’s older than me and I’m pretty sure you and Dad won’t like him. He’s, like, a vampire, and so far we’re not sleeping together, but he’s bit me a couple times and I think he really loves me.”
Molly stood there with her jaw hanging open until Flora burst into tears and ran out of the room.

Forever and Ever, Amen is available from Amazon!

Friday Fiction - The Ring Toss Pt. 4

A last-minute change lands Mack in a long white dress, but can she commit?
Week 4! If you're just jumping in, you can check out Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 to catch up. 

Mack's been cast to play a bridesmaid in an equity-waiver production of "Something Borrowed, Something Blue", but at the last minute she's upgraded to the role of Brittney, The Bride. It's a tough gig for a woman with a wedding phobia, especially since her boyfriend Joe's not around to talk her off the ledge. Last week she had to rehearse a scene with Joe's ex-fiance - because that's not at all complicated - and this week, the show's about to start...

The Play – Something Borrowed, Something Blue: A Bachelorette’s Adventure

Director: Dusty SquiresAssistant to the Director: Donald Loudemilk

Cast:Brittney (the bride): Mackenzie ReedMara (the maid of honor): Geneva LouiseKenley (the bride’s sister): Dusty SquiresCaitlyn (the bridesmaid): Cheyenne MillerSalvatore (the stripper): Julio LorenzePete (the groom): Julio Lorenze
The play opened with Mara alone onstage, dipping cosmopolitan glasses in lime juice then coating the rims in sugar. The setting was Mara’s condo, one of those jewel box places decorated by light and space and color. Kenley was the first to arrive and for most of scene one, she and Mara talked about how Brittney was doing. Their job was to lay the groundwork for “Brittney the Inconsistent”. At the end, Mara poured from a pitcher of “fake-tails”—really orange juice and soda—and they toasted the bride.

Then Caitlyn showed up and her first words were to offer a wager on whether Brittney would actually go through with the wedding. She and Kenley proceeded to get into a fight and, as a result, the audience knew quite a bit about my character before I even got onstage. I watched the betting and the bickering from the wings, waiting for my first cue. By the time I hit my mark, we were on to scene three. As the lights came up, I was sitting next to Kenley on a modular sofa. Caitlyn was staring through the window. A round coffee table sat between the couch and the window and an architectural entertainment center stood on the opposite wall, holding a flat-screen television, stereo gear, and a few books. Next to it was a long, low buffet.

Mara entered, carrying a tray of hors d’oeuvres. “This is the last tray of snacks.”

“Yum!” I reached for one of the little bacon-wrapped dates. They were yummy, and Brittney was one of those lucky souls who could eat whatever she wanted without gaining weight. Because I said so.

Candi’s version of the character had been twitchy, if not outright neurotic, her emotions played large like they projected on a big screen over her head. My take was different. Brittney had a tough childhood and for years she’d wrestled with commitment issues. I didn’t need to go hunting for complications.

Mara passed me a little plate. “Britt’s going to be a bride. How cool is that?”I laughed, sounding authentically nervous.

Kenley draped her arm across my shoulders. “Cool enough that I had to fly out from New York to see it.”

Caitlyn turned around and faced us. “Oh yeah. You’re living in New York now. And you’re doing what again?”

The muscles in Kenley’s arm tightened. She and Caitlyn didn't get along, and the corner of my brain not focused on Brittney thought it was funny Dusty and Cheyenne were playing the roles.

With a quick glance, Kenley let me see her exasperation. “Modeling. Mostly product demos and floor shows. Nothing too high-end.”

“And she makes more money than the rest of us put together.” I was quick to defend my “sister.”

Caitlyn came and sat next to us on the sofa, shoving me more-or-less into Kenley’s lap.

Kenley laughed and Mara brought over a bottle of champagne. “It’s true. Brittney showed me pictures of your apartment. It’s fabulous.” She lifted the bottle. “Anybody?”

“Cheers!” Caitlyn raised her glass as if ready for us to change the subject. Her character was the poor little rich girl, and she resented when anyone else had more than she did.Mara poured fake champagne into our empty cosmo glasses.

“Tonight’s going to be so crazy. We’re gonna be a-boozin’ and a-sleezin’.” Kenley tossed off her glass and I followed suit.

“Is it too early to sing the Chi Omega song?” Mara raised her glass.

“Yes! I don’t remember the words unless I’m drunk,” Caitlyn said.

Kenley glanced over at me again. “Write ’em down. Not all of us went to college.”

“Right. Says the one with the best job.” I smacked her on the arm to punctuate my line.

Kenley swatted me back, hard enough it almost hurt. I’d have to make sure Dusty remembered this wasn't a locker room scene.

“I sorta remember the song.” Caitlyn had her brows drawn together as if forehead tension would bring the words out of the fuzzy fog at the bottom of her mind. After a minute her face cleared. Either she’d come up with the words or the champagne bottle had distracted her. “Can I have more bubbly?”

“You never remember the words.” I laughed at Caitlyn.

“Hey, Chi Omega was ten years ago.”

Mara got between us.”Come on, girls, let’s drink a toast. To Brittney and Pete, whose love spreads such light on the rest of us. May they live a long and happy life.”

We tapped glasses and the others all toasted to Brittney and Pete. It was time for one of my big moments. I stood and moved to the side, giving the audience my profile and me a straight shot at the other actors.

“Thanks. I…you guys are great. You’re like my best friends and I love you so much.” I paused and swallowed hard, unsure of whether I was wrestling with Brittney’s ambivalence or my own.  That girl dressed up for her Quinceañera floated through my mind, a haunting bridal memory. Yeah, I could relate to Brittney very well. “It’s just…it’s so hard to tell you… Shit. I gotta pee.”

I ran off-stage, knowing the other girls were shaking their heads at me, except Caitlyn who was laughing because she thought she was about to win her bet.




By law, an “equity-waiver” theater can only seat ninety-nine people so the stage doesn’t need to be big. On either side were three sets of black curtains, hanging at five-foot intervals front to back. Closing any of the pairs changed the dimensions of the space the actors had to work with.

Geneva and Dusty were still out there, acting out another bonding moment between Mara and Kenley. Cheyenne and I were waiting in the wings for our next entrance. From where I stood, I could only see about a third of the audience. It looked like there were a fair number of people in the house, especially for a dress rehearsal.

While we waited for our cue, I put a dab of Vick’s VapoRub under each eye so they’d tear up. “Hey, after this, do you want to go grab a beer somewhere?” I mouthed at Cheyenne, barely whispering.

She shrugged and turned back to the stage. Strange. She and Dusty were usually up for going out after a show. Maybe they had other plans.

In about three minutes, the next scene would start. There was no time to see if Joe had sent me another text. Textpectation my hiney. I pinched the top of my dress and hoisted it up, then tugged at the back to make sure it covered my butt. A single bead of sweat ran down my spine, tickling my lower back. I watched the action onstage and thought about the upcoming scene. I wasn’t nervous, exactly, just tight with anticipation. The change in my role had cured the acid stomach I’d come in with, because this was the kind of challenge I loved, taking a few scraps of dialogue and making a person out of them. I let go of Cheyenne's weirdness and the crowd in the seats and dove back into Brittney's head.     

Being in Brittney's head might be easier for Mack than being in her own. Check back next week to see how the next scene works out.

Peace,
Liv   

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Genre: Historical romanceLength: 84kPub date: June 23, 2015



Margaret is a good friend and a fantastic writer, and I hope you enjoy this sneak peek at her newest historical!
Blurb
Nevada is no easy place for a woman, especially for Beth Caldwell, a gambler's widow with an independent streak. When she refuses to marry the local cattle baron-who wants to add her land to his empire-Beth ends up with a powerful enemy. But it's not until she finds a handsome outlaw hiding in her barn that her trouble really begins.  

Isaac Collins survived the Civil War only to find himself the scapegoat for stagecoach robbery and murder. With nothing left to lose, he gambles everything on revenge...and barely escapes with his life. He stumbles back to Beth's place, and as she nurses him back to health something tender and heated grows between them.

But in Nevada, sometimes everything can ride on one high-stakes game of chance...and Beth's rejected suitor will do whatever it takes to get what he wants.  



Excerpt
I squared my shoulders and entered the room, determined to behave myself properly.
He was sat up in bed with several pillows piled behind him for support, looking every bit as if he belonged there, enough so that last night came to mind and I was tempted to crawl in and snuggle up next to him. But I gave myself a mental shake. He was quickly turning me into a silly schoolgirl. 
I am a strong, independent woman. 
I had other women depending on me and I couldn’t let some male drifter, a wanted man no less, distract me from my responsibilities. 
I placed the tray on his lap and backed away as quickly as possible, taking a seat in the rocker I’d spent so much time in the last few days.
“It seems your presence is causing quite a stir around here. My friends don’t quite know how to react to you."
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“You said none of your lady friends knows how to react to me. What about you? Do you know how to react to me?”
The taste of his lips on mine leaped to mind unbidden, along with the feel of his hands on me, and that’s all it took for my double-crossing heart, and my equally rebellious body, to react with lusty desire. I’d assumed I’d never again be lucky enough to find a man who made me feel that way, and yet here he was, already in my bed. 
Although I wanted very much to shift from the rocker to the edge of the bed and assist him with his breakfast, perhaps feeding him bits of bread with creamy butter that he’d have to lick from my fingertips, I opted for maintaining at least a modicum of decency and kept my rear end rooted to the chair. I suspected where Mr. Isaac Collins was concerned, me and my good sense were in a heap of trouble, because my body had clearly declared war against us.
“Just how would you expect me to react?” 
He’d been watching me, waiting for my answer, those warm brown eyes regarding me from under a fringe of dark lashes, making my belly flutter like a flock of hummingbirds had nested inside.
“A smart woman would be on her guard. She’d be concerned and maybe even afraid, and she’d send me on my way, happy to see the back of me. And I took you for a smart woman.”

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 About the Author Margaret writes romance and science fiction, and lives in the vast Northern Plains where it’s quiet, mostly empty, and conducive to letting her imagination run wild. When she's not writing you’ll find her in a college classroom teaching English, or working as a literary agent for an amazing agency…and of course enjoying time with her family. 
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