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KATRINA THOMPSON_20 DAYS OF ROMANCE

Today's 20 Days of Romance post takes love to another level. Katrina Thompson shows us that love can surpass all boundaries and imagination. The love that Teagan and Summer share is boundless and knows no limits. She's showcasing a romance that doesn't hold back...










EXCERPT:

     
            “What are you doing out here?” he asked as he turned on the lights.
            “I’m afraid, Teagan. Even with the pain relievers my temperature won’t go down. I don’t think I can stop it this time.”
             He hugged Summer around her waist and said, “Come with me Sunshine.” He led her over to the stairs that went up to the sleeping quarters for visiting hunters. The moonlight gleamed through the window which overshadowed two twin-sized beds. The red and blue flannel sheets were perfectly dressed on top of them. Along the wall was a wooden cabinet and two chairs that looked like they were carved by hand. Teagan sat down on one of the beds and put out his hand for her to join him. He lay back blowing into his hands again. She sighed and placed her hands around his to warm them.  
“Thank you.” He smiled with gratitude.
            She lay down beside him unknowingly plopping her hair in his face. He sat up and brushed the soft curls away until he spotted his mother’s necklace around her neck. He picked up the stone, holding it between his fingers until his hypnotic blue eyes scrolled to Summer’s. Every time she ogled them it was like gazing into the clear sea which reached out and grabbed her with its strong arms and engulfed her in the relentless draw of its untold mysteries. She propped her head on her hand asking, “Why do you call me Sunshine?” 
            He put down the jewel and stood up. “There’s something that I’ve been keeping from you.” Summer sat up waiting for him to explain. “I call you Sunshine because the moment I first saw you all I could see was a bright light burning my eyes.” He chuckled. “The glare was so bright that I tripped. I just thought with your name being Summer it just fit.” She smiled until he turned to her with his irises once again captivating her. “That’s not what I’ve been keeping from you.” He shook off his jacket and continued, “The wolf that attacked my father was after me. She wanted me to be her Soul Mate.”
            “What are you saying Teagan?”
            He pulled his shirt and tank over his head revealing the same mark Summer had on her shoulder. Summer blushed at his muscular physique until her eyes hovered over the triple moon.  Shocked she rose to her feet and ran her fingers over his skin which was branded just like hers. Summer’s eyes widened in disbelief and her breath almost escaped her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
            “It’s not really something you go around telling people.” He laughed. “But now that you know what I am, you should know that I’ve made my choice. I want to be with you no matter the cost.”
            He leaned over to kiss her but she brought her fingers to his lips. “No Teagan.”
            “But we’re the same you and I.”
            “No we’re not. You are a human and I’m not. Tomorrow I will be covered in fur and want to kill you.”
            “Yes we are,” he said pulling her in to seal his fate but she turned away. His lips nestled in her neck and wouldn’t stop. He kissed along her collar bone and pulled down the sleeves of her gown.  
“Teagan,” she whispered as her body began to quiver. Her gown fell to the floor covering her boots. He scooped her in his arms and laid her on the bed. She unloosened his belt and pulled down his pants as his fingers explored her body and he continued kissing her. Teagan reached down, plucked off her boots and began to pull down her panties when Summer stopped him.  
“Teagan stop. I don’t want to change you.”  
He kissed her on her ear and said, “You won’t. Not unless you allow me to kiss you.” He placed his forehead on hers as her warm breath caressed his lips. She wanted to kiss him so badly. The urge grew stronger, making the blood rush through her veins so quickly that she could feel them grow beneath her skin. The sensation was overwhelming Summer until she felt him inside of her. Teagan’s lips kissed at her neck while his body pressed against hers. He interlocked his fingers in hers pinning Summer against the bed as he tried to kiss her. She moved her head and pounced on top of him moaning like an animal as her body mimicked his movement. She leaned over with the impulse to swallow his lips with hers but instead she bit her lip trying to resist the urge. Her teeth clamped down so hard that she drew blood. Teagan made out the injury and climbed on top of her to fulfill his initial request. 
“Let me Sunshine. Let me spend forever with you.”


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Growing up, my childhood was sheltered but it helped me stay grounded and enabled me to figure out who I was on my own, without the world dictating who I should be. I attended the School of the Arts where I was able to develop my talents and explore the possibilities these talents had to offer. I am a graduate of Monroe Community College in Rochester, New York where I further developed my abilities. Currently, I work as a customer service representative and continue to express myself and develop my talents through my artwork, writing, and lifestyle.

I started writing in 2010 when I realized that as a thirty year-old that I had nothing marking my place in the world. This was not only my way of stamping my existence but to also have a voice, even if it's imaginative. To date, I have published six pieces which are mainly fiction but in each of them, I reveal a part of my life. Though I am not proud of them all, I felt that each of my novels allowed me the platform to unleash not only my imagination but burdens. I was able to free myself from the fear of being open and to find a platform to use my talents I had kept hidden for years.

My first series was based on my family's agree that I looked exactly like my grandmother whom I've never met and was Native American. The story of Starfire, in the Starfire Evermore Series, stems from my thoughts conjured from her character which was based on myself. Such is the story of Jesserae, in Scarred and Anastasia in Babycakes. They all have their individual stories which I have been told by my readers that they enjoy. Yet, they come from a common core, the imagination.

My website, www.KatrinaThompson.net has a slogan: Unleash Your Imagination. Whether it be writing, drawing or even dance, the use of someone's imagination has always excited me. I don't know if I will ever earn the title Best Seller or have my work turned into a movie but I can at least say that I have reached my goal. I was able to use my mind freely for something I enjoyed and was able to share with so many others that liked or even loved my work. And most of all, I was able to unleash my imagination.


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RHONDA MCKNIGHT_20 DAYS OF ROMANCE

Today's 20 Days of Romance post brings us a sweet, romantic, and longing kind of love. Rhonda McKnight shares an excerpt from her novel, Live A Little. Take a peek...


A grieving woman, an injured soldier and an abandoned dream...can they find hope for tomorrow in each other?

LIVE A LITTLE EXCERPT:

They rode in silence to her house. The sugar Gage ingested seemed to have dulled his chattiness. The trip wasn’t long and traffic was nonexistent. His navigation brought them right to her door. He cut the engine.             Gage looked through the window past Raine. “This is a nice house. Nice neighborhood. You were looking the last time we talked.”
            She had been house-hunting that spring. She’d found this one the very week he’d left. She inspected the shrubs that needed pruning and the trim that would definitely get a fresh coat of paint in the spring and replied. “Thank you.”
            “How long have you been here?”
            “Six years. It was a foreclosure during the early run of foreclosures. I’d finished my master’s degree and gotten a promotion at work, so I thought, it was time.”
            “I remember you’d just finished your masters. You mentioned it that day.”
            His memory was impeccable. Raine’s stomach flipped. That day. That day she’d shared a table with him in the mall food court because all the others were full. That day lunch turned into a trip to the movie theatre, dinner and a stroll through a bookstore.
            “No waiting for a husband to buy a house with, huh?” he asked, but then he didn’t wait for an answer. “I like that. The women in my family are very independent too.”
Gage smiled. It sucked the wind out of her. Not because he was so good looking, or even because he had flashed his movie star, picture ready white teeth, it was the disposition behind the smile. Lazy, relaxed…Raine didn’t exactly know the word she was looking for. He seemed interested in her, again. He wasn’t making small talk to fill up the time, because they were here at her house. All he had to do was open the door and then open hers and walk her to the door of her house, if he was so inclined to do that. In seconds, he could be done with Raine Still for tonight and forever. But Gage wasn’t moving. He wasn’t trying to leave.
The only man that had ever been interested in her was her father. He’d hung on to every word she’d said from the time she could talk until he took his last breath. But this attention from Gage was different. She didn’t know how to take it. She’d been here with him before and then he disappeared without a trace. 
            “Can I ask you a question?” His tone was tentative. “What happened to your date tonight?”
            Raine had no idea what he would ask, but this question surprised her. “I didn’t have a date.”
            Gage’s expression posed the follow-up question before he did.  “You said you were waiting for someone.”
            She shrugged. “I lied. I wanted to be alone and I thought it was easier to say I was waiting on someone than be rude to all of you.”
            He cocked an eyebrow. “That’s honest.”
            “I don’t like to lie and I don’t have any reason to lie to you now.”
            “Why did you have so many tickets if you weren’t expecting anyone?”
            Raine couldn’t keep the amusement out of her voice. “Are you questioning if I’m lying about lying?”
            A beautiful crooked smile filled half his face, revealing one of his dimples. “I’m not questioning if you’re lying. I guess I’m just curious, nosy.”
            Raine explained how she came to have the extra tickets. Gage nodded. “That was God. You were supposed to help us out.”
            Raine didn’t think that made any sense. “Why wouldn’t God just make it so I had one ticket and your mother had the ones she needed?”
            Silence again and then, “Because if God made it happen that way then I wouldn’t have run into you.”
            She swallowed now. Hard. He was staring at her. Looking from her face to her lips. He leaned closer and put a hand behind her neck. Then he brought his face closer so that it hovered just inches from hers. Raine could smell his breathe, the mint he’d popped into his mouth after eating the ice cream. She could also smell his cologne, a strong, sexy masculine scent that rose from his pores to torment her.
            But then just as quickly as he’d pulled her close, Gage let her go and reached for his ignition key. “It’s late. I need to get you inside.”
            Get her inside. She didn’t have a curfew. Raine was disappointed. But more than disappointed, she was embarrassed. She wanted that kiss. “I can see myself to my door,” she replied, icily. She released her seat belt and grabbed the door handle.
            His hand was on hers. “Raine, let me explain.”
            She turned toward him and frowned. “Explain what?”
            “Why I stopped.”
Raine thought she would die. No he was not going to explain why he was rejecting her. She sighed heavily.
“I don’t want to be disrespectful.”
            The conversation was awkward, but he’d started it, so she questioned, “A kiss is disrespectful?”
            He didn’t remove his hand from hers, but he didn’t respond either.
            Oh my God, she thought. He has a girlfriend or maybe even a wife.Of course he did. How could she be so naïve?  He didn’t want to disrespect his marriage. She dropped her eyes to their intertwined fingers. So why was he still holding her hand?
He finally spoke. “I’m careful about what I start.”
That only confused her more. “What does that mean?” she whispered. And then she thought, I don’t want to know. “Never mind. You don’t have to explain.” She grabbed the door handle again, but Gage squeezed the hand he held. She froze.
“I do, because I don’t want you to think I didn’t want to kiss you. My stopping has nothing to do with you.”
Raine didn’t look at him. If she could have jumped out of the car and run in the house without seeming rude she would have. She wanted to escape the pounding rush in her veins. The agony over the fact that the only man she’d ever wanted was taken. “Of course, I understand. You have to respect your wife or your girlfriend.”
“Wife or girlfriend?” She could hear a frown in his voice.
“You’ve been a real gentleman, Gage. I appreciate the ride.”
“Wait,” he insisted. “I don’t have a wife or a girlfriend.”
Raine knew she should not let the next question come out of her mouth because it was embarrassing and it would sound like begging, but she would drive herself crazy if she didn’t know. Since she knew she’d never see him again, she went ahead asked, “Then why did you stop?”
The expression on his face was so serious it nearly looked pained. “It’s late,” he said releasing her hand. “I’ll be back in the morning.”
“In the morning?” 
“I told you I was picking you up so we could see about getting your car towed.”
She shook her head. “It is really kind of you to offer, but you don’t have to do that.”
His words came swift and impulsively. “What if I want to do it?”
Her stomach flipped again. “Why would you want to do it? We’re not neighbors.”
“For the same reason I didn’t kiss you. I finish what I start. Once I commit to a thing, I have to see it all the way through.”
He smiled and opened his door. Once she got out they fell into step up her long walkway. She said good night to her prince, pushed the door closed and peeked out to watch him disappear. Raine kicked off her shoes and realized the irony of having both shoes. She hadn’t left one behind, so the prince didn’t have one. Gage didn’t have a reason to come looking for her. He didn’t even have anything to look with, because he hadn’t even asked for her phone number to call to make arrangements for tomorrow. Her Cinderella story was a bust.   

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About the Author 
Even as she pursued degrees in Textile Technology, Organizational Leadership and finally, Adult Education, Rhonda McKnight ’s love for books and desire to write stories was always in the back of her mind and in the forefront of her heart. Rhonda loves reading and writing stories that touch the heart of women through complex plots and interesting characters in crisis. She writes from the comfort of her Atlanta home with black tea, Lays potato chips and chocolate on hand. At her feet sits a snappy mixed breed toy dog. She can be reached at her website at www.rhondamcknight and on social media at www.facebook.com/booksbyrhonda and www.twitter.com/rhondamcknight and www.blackchristianreads.com where she has joined with nine other Christian fiction authors to introduce her stories to the world. 
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LISA WATSON_20 DAYS OF ROMANCE

It's a Terrific Tuesday and another 20 Days of Romance. And today, Lisa Watson's sharing an excerpt from her novel, Love By Design. Romance definitely has healing powers. And she shows us that today in the excerpt she's sharing.

How do you allow someone into your heart that's hurt you once before? How do you forgive and move forward when you can't trust him with the pieces of your broken heart, but he's all you want? Read on...


OVERVIEW:


Transforming a vision for Belle Cove Resorts into reality is a breakout move that could take Dakota Carson's image specialist company to the next level. But it means teaming up with the man who broke her heart. Soon enough, Dakota's overwhelming desire for the gorgeous entrepreneur reawakens. But giving in to passion could cost her way too much.

Years ago, Logan Montague walked away from everything, including the woman he loved. Now CEO of his family's international resort chain, he won't risk losing Dakota another time. With his matchmaking aunt's blessing, he and Dakota are united in business—and pleasure. And so Logan embarks on his scheme of seduction, sweeping Dakota away to an exotic Jamaican hideaway. With both their professional and personal futures on the line, can they learn to trust and love each other…again?

Love By Design Excerpt 

The party for the newly revamped Belle Cove was a resounding success.  Several travel magazine reporters were on hand to ask questions about the renovations, what was ahead for the Montagues, and about the company responsible for the new design.  Dakota discussed the remodels, and what they entailed.  She announced the naming of the individual villas, and her inspiration to give each a theme.
“We now have the Moonstone, Sunstone, Water Lily, Poinciana, Hibiscus, and the Grande Belle.  Each unique in theme, and features.”  The columnists perked up when one asked point blank if Dakota was dating the heir to the Montague fortune.  
“Great,” she whispered to Logan while at dinner.  “Now people will think I slept my way into my job.”
“I can go on record to verify that’s not the case, but then again,” he whispered in her ear.  “We should probably test that theory, don’t you think?”
He looked so handsome in his suit, that she actually found herself staring.
A blush pinkened her cheeks.   “I agree.  We should.”
That got Logan’s undivided attention. He turned to Dakota.  “What did you just say?”
“I recommended that we…test a few theories.”
Logan stood up and held his hand out to Dakota.  His fingers closed tightly around hers.  He bid his parents, and their friends and family goodnight before escorting Dakota away from the group.  They walked the lit path to the Grande Belle.
“I can’t believe you…we just up and left like that.”
“They’ll have a great time without us, and I want you all to myself.  I can’t lie and say that my intentions aren’t to make love to you.  That’s the plan, but only if you’re sure about it—about us.  So what do you say, Koty?  Are you ready to be with me?”
Dakota cold not think of one reason to delay the inevitable.  “Yes Logan, I am.”
   Dakota had poured her soul into renovating Belle Cove.  It was too regal to begin with, but she had added an ease of being that was not there before.  There were little touches everywhere that invited someone to envelop themselves in the simple pleasures derived from clean lines, minimalistic décor and relaxing palettes.  The redesigned villas were the most fun for her.  The Grande Belle was designed specifically with the Montagues in mind. 
Richly appointed hardwood furniture with neutral fabric replaced the leather sofas and chairs, white walls and bright splashes of color like kiwi, mango, and marigold on the accent pillows brightened the room.  She also used artwork, rugs, and flowers to make the large cottage comfortable, yet elegant.
She followed Logan through the front door and skidded to halt beside him.  The first floor was aglow with candlelight and vases of tropical flowers.  She gazed around the room.  “Logan, how’d you—”
“There’s more,” he said leading her to the backyard.  Lit candles cast a soft, luminous glow over the pool water, and surrounding garden.  Soft music piped through outside speakers.  The lush trees and bushes engulfed them in total privacy.
Dakota walked over to the table.  “Beluga Caviar, and a bottle of Dom Perignon?  Logan, what is all this?”
He smiled, and opened the bottle.  He poured a flute and handed it to her.  “It’s for you.  Besides, we’re in James Bond territory, so why not indulge?”  He raised his glass.  “To you, Dakota.  You breathed life back into Belle Cove, like I knew you would.  I can’t wait for you to do the same at Belle Island and Belle Key.”
“It’s your vision, Logan.  I merely helped it along.”
“You did much more than that,” he said solemnly.  “You…you let me back in.  You forgave me.”  He caressed her cheek.  “I’ve been intrigued, mesmerized, and flat out in love with your fearlessness to try new things, your ability to see beyond what’s in front of you, and to embrace life despite your tragic losses.  You enhance the lives of everyone you encounter, Dakota.”  He held up his glass. “I’m just honored that you’re in mine.”
She touched her glass to his. “Cheers.”
“Cheers,” he replied.
They sipped the bubbly, and had some of the caviar. 
“Thank you so much, Logan…but you didn’t have to do all this.”
“Yes, I did.  “May I have this dance, Miss Carson?”
“You may, Mr. Montague.”
Logan set their glasses down, and held his hand out.  She placed her hand in his and moved into his arms.  They swayed in time to the music playing softly overhead.
With a flair, Logan dipped Dakota before taking her in his arms again. “You’re so beautiful, Koty.”
The way he said it made her tingle.  She leaned in and kissed him.  “Thank you, but how’d you set all this up?  You were with me most of the day.”
“I’ve got friends in high places.”
Dakota tilted her head to the side.  “Miranda helped, didn’t she?”
“I can neither confirm, nor deny the allegations.”
“Is that so?  Well, I think I might be able to wheedle it out of you.”
His eyes darkened with desire.  “I don’t doubt it.”  Logan picked her up.  “In fact, I’m looking forward to the wheedling.”
He took Dakota upstairs to the master bedroom.
“It’s dark.  I’m surprised you didn’t have candles going,” she teased.
“You and I ending up here wasn’t a forgone conclusion, you know.  Besides, I didn’t want to mess around and burn the house down.  Not after all your hard work,” he grinned. 
“What am I going to do with you?”
He held her face between his hands, and gently kissed her.  “I have some ideas.”
Logan kissed Dakota on her neck, letting his hands roam over her body.  He moved around to stand behind her.  His fingers poised on her dress’ zipper.  “May I?”
She leaned into his touch.  “Please do.” 
Expecting to feel a little nervous, Dakota was not prepared for the rush of longing that infused her when he unzipped her dress.  His hand slid inside the garment to touch her back.  Next, Logan caressed her skin with soft, circular strokes.  After a few moments, he used both hands to ease her dress off her shoulders before kissing her right shoulder blade.
Dakota turned around, and then wrapped her arms around his neck.  She kissed him again before lowering her hands to his shirt.  She unbuttoned his shirt.  “My turn,” she said, easing the material away from his body.
Unable to help herself, her fingers fluttered across his chest.  The muscles underneath were hard, and firm.  Next her fingers moved to the buckle on his pants.  She made quick work of getting the clothing off.  Soon, they were standing together in their underwear.  Emboldened, Dakota reached around and unhooked her bra.  She was completely nude before he had uttered a word.
“You’re the sexiest best friend I’ve ever had.”
She laid back on the bed motioning for him to follow.  “I feel the same way.”
Logan laid down beside her.  He traced the lines of her body with his hands as though committing every curve to memory.  When he was done with his exploration, he rested the palm of his hand on her heart. 
“Do you know how long I’ve dreamt of this, Koty?  Since before I went off to college.”
“I just…I still can’t believe that you didn’t say anything,” she whispered.  “All those years lost…we can’t get them back.”
“True, but we’re here now, Dakota.  I’m here and I’ll always be here.  I promise.”
“Don’t,” she said suddenly sitting up.  “No one knows what the future holds.  I found that out the hard way.”
“You’re right.”  He sat up, and faced her.  “But what I do know is that with you…like this…it’s where I want to be, Dakota.  I’ll always want you.  That won’t ever change.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

A native of Washington D.C., the city's historic and political backdrop fed Lisa Watson's romantic imagination. Her hobbies are as eclectic as her music collection. Enamored with natural beauty, the picturesque locales she visits always seem to find a way into her latest novels.

Lisa has written several multicultural novellas and novels, and loves creating engaging storylines with strong characters that are drawn together by respect and love. She has been interviewed in various magazines, radio shows, book clubs and Blog sites, and has received award nominations in contemporary fiction.

Lisa works at a technology consulting firm, is the co-publicist for RT Book Review Magazine's annual RT Booklovers Conventions, and the new host of Reader’s Entertainment Radio show.

Lisa's writes for the Harlequin Kimani Romance line. Her Amazon bestselling novel, Love Contract, is Book I of The Match Broker series. Book II, Her Heart's Desire, released May 2014, and was named one of the top fiction books of 2014. Book III, Love by Design, was released in October 2014. She also writes a Sweet Romance series, Love at Christmastime. Her novellas for the series, A Heart for Christmas (2nd Edition), and Two Hearts for Christmas, are available on Amazon, and Barnes & Noble. Her newest holiday novella, A Fiancé for Christmas, is book I in the A Man for Every Occasion series. These Sweet romances have mass appeal, and can be read at any time of the year.

Lisa lives outside Raleigh, NC and is married with two teenagers, and a Maltipoo, Brinkley. Connect with Lisa on Facebook (NCLisaWatson), Twitter (@LisaYWatson), and at www.lisawatson.com.

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CHARMAINE GALLOWAY_20 DAYS OF ROMANCE

It's week 2 of 20 Days of Romance and we're starting your morning off in just the right way. There's nothing like a man loving you in all your early morning glory. And that's just what Charmaine Galloway is giving us today.


OVERVIEW:

Things aren’t always what they seem and that’s certainly true for Tyree Bell, a handsome and successful businessman with a wife and child who adores him. On the outside it appears he has it all together. On the inside he’s holding onto something so immoral, if ever it’s revealed his perfect family could be forever destroyed, but only after he lost his life. How long can Tyree keep his skeletons in the closet? Will he let go of his sin and let God take care of him? Or will he carry his secrets to the grave and go insane in the process?



Excerpt:
“Good morning, Babe,” he said to her the moment she opened her eyes. “You look good when you first wake up,” Tyree confessed with a smile. He placed his arm around her waist and looked into his wife’s eyes, eyes that were filled with sleep. He adored her, admired her, confessed his undying love to her every chance he got.
“Whatever Tyree, it is too early in the morning for that.” She locked eyes with him as butterflies danced in her stomach. Ariel playfully shoved Tyree’s shoulder, she wanted to put space between them because her morning breath wasn’t right. But in the back of her mind she knew that her husband of three years didn’t care about that, he loved every bit of her and she loved him back unconditionally.
“What are you talking about? I just said you look good even if your eyes are filled with crust and your mouth—”
She interrupted him mid-sentence, smacked her lips and said, “Hush Tyree. I know I look a mess when I wake up. You’re just trying to get on my good side because you want me to give you a little something-something.” She moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, no longer caring about her morning breath. When he spoke to her like nothing else mattered in the world but her, it set her soul on fire. She was head over heels in love with the man that laid next to her.
“Woman please, I don’t have to get on your good side to get what I want. If I wanted you I could take you and have you how I want without saying a word,” his cockiness and confidence was sexy. “All I need to do is hypnotize yo’ body with my sexual healing.” He grinned seductively and continued, “I love you and your sweet lips.” Tyree brought his face close to her, placed his palms on the side of her face and kissed her passionately. That kiss lead them to a love ecstasy that left them both unable to breathe and thoroughly satisfied.
 
After an intense lovemaking session they laid next to each other for a moment as Ariel thought about how great the passion was between them. Her toes curled with ecstasy. It took her a minute to catch her breath and to come off the roller coaster ride that Tyree had taken her on.
 When they were finally able to move their limbs, Ariel was suddenly filled with a burst of energy. Playfully she bounced out of bed, practically dragging Tyree with her, and headed to the shower so they could bathe one another after they made love once again. Tyree could never get enough, and even though Ariel could become restless at times, because her husband was a sex maniac, she always tried to satisfy him completely.
“You getting out of the shower already?” he asked with a disappointed look on his face. He wanted more of her and Ariel knew it.
“Baby,” she turned to him as she grabbed a towel to dry her wet body, “don’t you think once in bed and twice in the shower is enough?” she questioned him seriously. Her husband was the most insatiable man she had ever met.
“When it comes to sex there is no such thing as enough,” he replied just as seriously.
“How about I take care of you later tonight, after we both get home?” she asked seductively.
Tyree wiggled his eyebrows at her. “It’s a date!” He spoke with excitement as he watched her dry her body.
 The moment they were done, Ariel beat him to the kitchen so she could surprise him with a breakfast she knew he would love. He had thrilled her in the bedroom and in the shower now she was about to please him in the kitchen.
“Babe, what is smelling so good?” he said as he strolled in, fully dressed and smelling like the Versace cologne that he knew Ariel loved so much. A whiff of him made her weak in the knees.
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http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00L6EALXK     ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Charmaine Galloway was born and currently resides in Toledo, Ohio with her two children. Writing has been her passion and a positive emotional outlet since middle school. As a teen, writing in her journal allowed her to escape from the negativity of her world. Around that time she also began writing her debut poetry book. Charmaine has a Bachelor of Arts in Family Life Education and an Associate Degree in Early Childhood Education. Fictional titles by Charmaine includes: My World, Through My Eyes, Girlfriends Secrets, The Secrets They Kept, Tyree’s Love Triangle, Golden, Heaven’s Cry, Girl Talk, Find The Princess Within and her two children books Mommy’s Little Superhero and I love Myself As I Am. Her nonfiction book is called Fulfill Your Dreams Of Becoming A Self-Published Author.Ms. Galloway is passionate about writing reality based stories about imperfect people. She hopes to enlighten, inspire and touch the hearts of her readers. She is currently working on new projects, so keep a look out for her upcoming releases. www.charmainegalloway.com I hope you enjoyed this post. If so, please share it with others by clicking the social media icon below. Thanks for dropping in and as always please leave a comment, because I just love chatting with you. You can link up with me online using the icons above. Until the next time I'm just...WRITING MY DREAMS, CHELLE RAMSEY
 

INEZ REILLY_20 DAYS OF ROMANCE

It's the end of the first week of 20 Days of Romance. But we're bringing this first week to a close on a sweet note. There's nothing more romantic than a man who respects a woman and stands for what he believes in. A man who encourages a woman to stand strong in who she is, is the epitome of romance. And that's exactly what author, Inez Reilly, gives us today in her excerpt from Beholden.

Check out Inez's excerpt below and when you're finished click her Amazon link to get your very own copy.




BEHOLDEN:

Galia was so grateful that Phineas never called and asked her to break curfew to come entertain him with nighttime activities. Their encounters were in the daylight and magical. He wooed her with his gallantry and she was smitten. They held hands, often. They took walks around the campus and shared lunch almost daily. When she was not feeling well, he came to the dorm's common area with soup and sandwiches. He would bring a blanket and a book. After they ate, he'd wrap her up in the blanket, sit next to her on the sofa and read to her, from Shakespeare. Even though he was a Political Science major, Phineas was in love with literature. In fact, he read to her quite often under the tree where they met.

It was on one of those occasions that Galia grew pensive. She had begun to fear that Phineas would grow weary of their casual acquaintance. She wondered if he would soon ask her to have sex with him because the other boys were always asking the girls in her dorm. She was even a bit more concerned that she would feel obligated to give in. She enjoyed his company, so much, and did not want to jeopardize it by being a prude. He must have sensed her turmoil.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He asked, as he turned to look her in the eyes.

"Well," she started. "I was just wondering when you were going to ask me to..." she couldn't bring herself to say it. She put her head down and sighed.

"Ask you what?"

"I don't know. Never mind. Forget I even said anything."

She knew he would not leave it alone. He never allowed her to grow quiet and uncommunicative. He told her he wanted to know what she was thinking and for her never to think that what she had to say wasn't important. If she had something on her mind, he wanted to hear it. He wanted to share in her thoughts, as much as she would allow him. He promised never to close himself off from her and hoped she would promise him the same.

"Galia, tell me," he encouraged. He put his hand under her chin and gently raised her face, so their eyes met.

"I was wondering when you were going to ask me to have sex with you," there, she had said it.

"Why would you be so concerned about that, Galia? I would never disrespect you or our relationship by asking you to have sex with me. As much as I would love to make love to you, I believe it is for the confines of marriage," he looked deeply into her eyes.

That was the day he proposed and made her the envy of every girl in the dorm. She was engaged to become Mrs. Phineas Fitzhugh and she didn't have to "put out" to get him to ask. Other girls wanted to be married and hoped the boys they were having a sexual relationship with would feel obligated to ask them. Many of them, if not all, were sorely disappointed. They had given up their virginity to guys that never said they loved them. They hated her and she could not have been happier.


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Charmaine Galloway Lisa Watson Rhonda McKnight Katrina Thompson Te` Russ  I hope you enjoyed this post. If so, please share it with others by clicking the social media icon below. Thanks for dropping in and as always please leave a comment, because I just love chatting with you. You can link up with me online using the icons above. Until the next time I'm just...
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BARBARA JOE_20 DAYS OF ROMANCE

It's a Thankful Thursday on 20 Days of Romance. And I'm thankful that Author Barbara Joe Williams is here heating up the blog by giving us a 2 for 1. She's sharing excerpts from the hot pages of her steamy romance, Forgive Us This Day, and her upcoming release, Holiday Hotel 2.

What happens when a marriage goes bland and the romance is no longer there? What happens when one person makes a decision that could change their lives forever? Read on...

What would you do if a day you planned especially for you and your loved one, didn't go according to plan. What if his plans didn't include you. Scroll down to find out more...
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M. J. Kane_20 DAYS OF ROMANCE

It's a Wonderful Wednesday and my friend and leader of my writer's group, M.J. Kane, has been gracious enough to stop by and share an excerpt from her novel, "Jaded." As always her novels have the power to get you all heated up! And she doesn't hold back in today's excerpt. Take a peek...


From Jaded, Book 2 of The Butterfly Memoirs…
 
 When friends become lovers….
 




Excerpt:
 I felt like a new woman. My skin was as soft as velvet, the perfume Zack bought held a hint of jasmine, like the bubble bath, which left me feeling seductive and desirable in a way I’d never felt before. The lapel of the black robe gaped open - leaving a view he would appreciate - and stopped just below my hips, my long legs bare. Wearing the silk material felt as if I were being held in his arms.
I took a moment to stare at myself in the mirror. A hint of the make-up I’d worn still clung to my lashes. I took a moment to run water in the sink and took my washcloth to wipe away everything. What was left was the natural me. With no make-up, my skin appeared to glow from deep within.
Zack wanted me fresh and clean for whatever he had in store next. Then that’s what he’d get; the natural, real me. I took a moment to run fingers through my short mane. Satisfied, I opened the door and stopped dead in my tracks.
The bedroom had taken on a whole new life. Gone were the regular bed sheets, replaced with black satin. The overhead lights were off and instead, candles of various shapes and sizes lined the nightstand, dresser, and floor, illuminating the room in a warm, sensual glow that stole my breath, and a fragrance that soothed my soul. The melodic sounds of his favorite jazz band played; the perfect backdrop to the aura he’d created.
Zack leaned against the bed’s headboard, his eyes closed. The minute he heard the bathroom door open, he rose from the bed, clothed in a pair of black silk sleeping pants that matched my robe.
He took his time walking over to me, his hazel eyes perusing my body, making my skin tingle.
“How do you feel?”
I brushed a hand over my hair again. “Would it be cliché to say like a million bucks?”
“No, not at all.” He extended a hand. “Come here, beautiful.”
I complied, loving the way my hand felt in his. Appreciated, cherished…
He drew me into his arms and kissed me for the first time since I’d walked into the door. Softly, taking his time as if he wanted everything about what happened next to be perfect. I gave into him, absorbing everything he wanted to give.
His kiss traveled from my mouth to my ear. “Tonight, there are no more games,” he whispered. “Don’t hide what you feel…I am going to show you what you mean to me.”
I nodded as my stomach quivered in anticipation and nervousness.
Zack untied the robe, and slid it gently from my shoulders. His lips replaced the fabric as he sampled my skin; his hands caressed my shoulders before sliding to my waist, pulling me against him. “You smell incredible.”
I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the side, allowing him full access to my throat. “You’ve got good taste. I love it.”
I felt his lips curve against my skin. He pulled away and guided me to the bed. “Lie on your stomach.”
Once in position, I rested my head in the cradle of my arms, glancing over my shoulder to watch him as he opened the nightstand drawer. He picked up a bottle of what appeared to be oil. He poured the liquid in his hand and rubbed his palms together. He started at my shoulders, massaging and releasing the unknown tension that remained after my luxurious bath.
I moaned in appreciation. His hands were masterful on my skin, kneading and testing, teasing and taunting me. I got lost in the music; the sound of piano and saxophone, and remembered the night we danced in the garden. The night we shared our first kiss. A kiss that never should have happened, yet led us here…to now.
“I’ve spent the entire day trying to devise a way to make you understand how much you mean to me,” his hands left my shoulders and traveled to my lower back. “It should have been easy, but you, Yasmine, are a complicated woman. I respect and appreciate that. I appreciate the selfless way you stepped in to help me with my mother. Your laugh, your smile, your quick wit, and intelligence drew me to you. The past week of not seeing you, hearing your voice, feeling my heart race whenever our eyes meet…it didn’t take long to realize my feelings are real. This is not lust or the result of a chemical need. It’s mental; it’s physical, and so much more. I need you, Yasmine, in every sense of the word.”
Until then, my eyes had been closed. I leaned up on my elbows and looked around to see him. Those hazel eyes were intent on me, darkened ever so slightly by the passion in his voice, in his words. My heart raced in hope while my body ignited with need.
“Roll over…,” his voice had deepened.
The moment I turned over, he worshiped me with his hands. My eyes lowered in appreciation for the soft strokes of strong, sure hands that traveled over my breasts, teasing the peaks, to my knees, and everywhere in between.
The fragrant smell of the oil he used mesmerized me as much as his words. My body was on fire. In our short time of sleeping together, Zack had learned every one of my hot spots and how to make me beg for the release he could give. Yet none of those things made me feel as good as I did now. The need to have him become a part of me took hold in a way I’d never experienced before.
“Yasmine…,” his voice was husky, drawing my heavily lidded eyes to meet his.
“Yes?” I gripped the sheets in an effort to keep from reaching out and dragging him on top of me.
“I see you, the real you. I’m in love with you.” His eyes said it as much as his mouth did.
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If you haven’t read any of my books, visit my website, MJKaneMedia.com, and check out the free short story, The Photo Shoot , then visit your favorite eBook or paperback retailer to purchase a copy of the stories I’ve mentioned. If you love audiobooks, A Heart Not Easily Broken is available for your listening pleasure. Visit the books page to listen to a sample!
If you live in the area of Atlanta, Georgia, I will be holding an author Meet and Greet this Saturday, February 7th, at the Morrow Branch of the Clayton County Library System, where I’ll be discussing the characters of The Butterfly Memoirs series and the next book, Nobody’s Business…coming Summer 2015! I’ll also be doing a book reading and giveaway!
 
About the Author:
M.J. Kane stumbled into writing. An avid reader, this once stay-at-home mom never lost the overactive imagination of an only child. As an adult she made up stories, though never shared them, to keep herself entertained. It wasn’t until surviving a traumatic medical incident in 2006 that she found a reason to let the characters inhabiting her imagination free.  Upon the suggestion of her husband, she commandeered his laptop and allowed the characters to take life. It was that, or look over her shoulder for men caring a purple strait jacket. And the rest, as they say, is history.
No longer a television addict, if M.J. isn’t reading a book by one of her favorite authors, she’s battling with her creative muse to balance writing and being a wife and mother. She resides in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia with her high school sweetheart, four wonderful children, and four pit bulls. MJ can often be found at the local library where she now works, at Barnes & Noble as the director of a local writer’s group, or online connecting with readers and other authors. Other activities she enjoys include: creating custom floral arrangements, assisting her children in their creative pursuits of music and art, and supporting her husband’s music production business, 3D Sounds. M.J. is the Newsletter Editor for Romance Novels in Color Reader and Author newsletters and contributes to the CCLS Branching Out Newsletter.
 
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EBONY NICOLE SMITH_20 DAYS OF ROMANCE

It's a Terrific Tuesday and the second day of the 2nd Annual 20 Days of Romance blog event. Today Ms. Ebony Nicole Smith is getting a little feisty and bringing the heat in her novel, Eve's Confession. Eve has an attentive and successful husband, two beautiful children, a flourishing career, and a beautiful car and home. What could possibly drive a woman to the depths Eve has gone when she has everything any woman could possibly want?







EXCERPT FROM: EVE'S CONFESSION: SONGS OF A LUSTFUL SOUL
Shamar and I made our way to the bedroom, exhaustion suddenly covering us. Slowly, we climbed into bed, forgetting all about the plans we’d made in the car. We lay quiet for a while, neither of us saying a word.
Then, “Are you sleeping?” I asked Shamar as we lay there. No way was I going to allow his mind to wander back to that restaurant and focus on Will again.
“No. Do I look asleep?” he replied.
Smacking my teeth, I put him in a headlock. “You’re lying on me and have the nerve to talk junk.”
I rubbed his head with my knuckles as he tried to break away from my hold. He stopped struggling and started to count down.
“Ten, nine, eight…”
“Why are you counting?” I asked.
“Seven, six, five… Because if you don’t let me go there’s going to be problem.”
“But wait. Okay. Dang.” I let him go and pushed his head off me.
“Four, three, two…”
“Why are you still counting? I let your your big ol’ head go.”
“Two and two thirds, two and a half two and…”
“Why, dan…” I jumped out the bed as he rolled over to the side I just got off of.
“You hit me and expect me to just take that?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes at him. “Whatever, I’ll lay you out. You think you were a fighter in college. Just wait until you get—”
He jumped out of the bed and rushed me. “Where are you going? Talk your shit now! What’s going to happen to me? Huh?”
“I’m not afraid of you.” I stood my ground, ready to fight him.
“What? I can’t hear you. Wait a minute, let me lean over to you. You’re so short, I can’t really hear you way up here.” He leaned over and put his ear to my mouth so I stuck my tongue in it.
“Ugghhh!” He wiped his ear out with his t-shirt. “Just nasty. Wait until I tell CJ. Ugghhh!” He kept wiping his ear out with the t-shirt, and then smelled it. “Now my ear smells like tongue.”
“Whatever. Let me see. Let me smell it.”
“No, you would just do it again. Damn ear licker.”
“Does it smell like tongue?”
“Yeah, just wait until I tell CJ. He already thinks you’re crazy for talking to Beans like he can answer you.”
“What? He thinks I’m crazy? Really?” I laughed as did he.
“Let me tell you,” he said as he walked into the bathroom. I followed. “I was in my office one day and all of you were downstairs. He came up and said, “Daddy, Mommy’s downstairs in the kitchen talking to Beans. She keeps asking him what he wants for dinner. But Beans can’t talk, so I don’t know why she talking to him. Is she crazy or something? I think she lost it like the lady by Uncle Chuck’s house,” he said as he did an excellent imitation of our oldest child. “I just died laughing because he was serious. He really thinks you’ve lost it. I told him that you’re not crazy, but that you just like to talk to Beans.”
I shook my head. “Did he believe you?”
“Nope, he just looked at me and said, “No, Daddy. I don’t care what you say. Something’s not right about her.” 
“I’m going to mess with him bad about it. He has the nerve to talk about me. What about him and his wrestling doll?”
“I don’t know, that’s between you two. He talks to a doll and you talk to the dog. As long as they don’t talk back, J and I will continue to live here.”
 I turned on the shower. “Do you want to join a crazy lady in a shower? I promise I will only talk to you.” I winked at him.
“Yeah, I’ll take a shower with you, Crazy Lady. Just promise you won’t lick me again.”
“Mmmm,” I walked over to him, rubbed my hand down his chest to his black bone and then squeezed, “I can’t make any promises on that. But if I do lick you I can promise you’ll like it.” We kissed and I felt him get harder in my hand.
“I guess I will just have to see what you want to lick then, huh?”
I nodded my head, tugging at his t-shirt to pull him closer to me. He lifted his arms above his head while I removed his shirt. I pulled the string on his sweatpants to lower them under his erect penis. He stepped out of them and took off his socks and briefs.
We were quiet as he undressed. If the wetness between my thighs could talk it would have proudly said, “She’s ready for you.”
There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do a dozen times to his body. I’d happily lick over the peaks and valleys of his arms. I’d have no reserve about kissing the skin on his chest, over his pudgy stomach and wherever else he ask these lips to go.
He stood before me in his birthday suit. I feasted on the sight of him. I watched as his member moved from left to right in slow motion. My mouth watered from the thought of having it engage in a battle with my tonsils.
 I was eager to reveal my flesh to him. I hurried to take off my pajama shorts, but he stopped me. He had an intoxicating expression on his face. His eyes were low with a slight grin. Without a word he turned me around to face the mirror. It was as wide as the wall it was on, about six feet across and five feet high. He took a slow, deep breath as he smelled my neck and kissed it as he unbuttoned my nightshirt and let it fall to the floor.
He moved his hands to my back to unbutton my bra which fell to the floor as well. He rubbed his hands across my five feet, six inch, one hundred and sixty-five pound frame, paying close attention to every inch.
He kissed my shoulder blade and let out a soft moan as he massaged my hard nipples. I watched him in the mirror as he moved about my body. Part of me wondered why he’d love so much of me. The other part wondered if he’d always had a love for “plus-sexy” women. I wondered if he had just grown accustomed to my size. Did he just want to feel warmth of a middle, with me being his wife he had it. Yet he could always…
“What’s wrong?”
I hadn’t noticed he had stopped touching me. He was looking at me just as I was looking at him.
“Nothing. Why’d you stop?”
“You don’t seem interested.”
I crossed my arms over my belly. I felt shy and embarrassed at that moment. I bent over to pick up my shirt. “I just…”
“No,” he snatched the shirt from me, throwing it back to its resting place. “Don’t try to hide from me.”
“I’m not hiding. I just wanted to—”
 He interrupted me when he moved my arm to my side. We stared each other in the eyes. I felt his erection stiffen with each breathe he inhaled. He slowly moved his hand in circular motion over my belly. I knew I shouldn’t have felt shy in front of him because I wasn’t so shy in front of Will the night before. I guessed the alcohol was my liquid I-don’t-care.
“Life grew here for me. Life will grow here again. For me. Don’t ever forget that.” He stopped rubbing me to begin kissing me. Down my neck, the middle of my back to the hill of my behind he kissed. I placed my hands on the countertop to keep from collapsing. He kneeled behind me, massaged my thighs and everything that was in his face.

 ABOUT EBONY: Ebony Nicole Smith is the author of a number of novels and short stories, aspiring playwright, blogger, mentor to aspiring authors and follower of Jesus Christ. She was also a featured writer for a local magazine.  Her short stories will appear on her blog, www.ebonynicolesmith.com/rollinghills, beginning March 2015. Ebony penned her first novel in 2010, which was the outlet she needed to distance herself from a toxic relationship, and released it in 2012. Since then, Ebony has released a full-length novel every year. She is currently writing her first play, titled An Afternoon with Immanuel, which will hit the stage in 2016. The next novel to be released at the end of 2015 is The Beautiful Side of Evil. Ebony is a mentor to Christian women who desires to know their worth in Christ Jesus and those that have yet to have known Him.  CONNECT WITH EBONY:You can connect with Ebony on Twitter and Instagram @ebnicsmith, FB under her name and via email at novelist@ebonynicolesmith.com.             
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MICHELLE LINDO-RICE_20 DAYS OF ROMANCE

It's a Marvelous Monday and the first day of 20 Days of Romance. We have romantic excerpts from steamy and hot, to sweet and hopelessly romantic. We're going to love you all month long.

Sometimes romance comes when you least expect it...and sometimes it comes when you're being antagonized. But when your aggressor knows what he wants, he'll find any method to subdue you. And the character in Michelle Lindo-Rice's "The Fall of the Prodigal," shows us what happens when the cat catches your tongue...



Excerpt
Michael snatched her by the arm and led her into his study. Verona felt charred from the heated darts aimed her way. “Are you finished with your temper tantrum?” she taunted.
He glided right into her space. His powerful arms flanked her sides, effectively holding her prisoner. “I’m fighting for my life and you’re making this about you. It’s childish and amateurish. I insist you get your act together.”
Who was he calling childish? She would show him childish. Verona stuck her tongue out at him. Before she could return her tongue to its warm cave, Michael held it with two of his fingers.
            Michael tugged her tongue to bring her closer to him. He stroked her appendage and she tasted the saltiness of his fingers. Verona squirmed, hating how her heartbeat increased. She jerked her head for Michael to release her.
“My own personal tiger,” he drawled, playing with her loose ringlets. “This hairstyle suits you well.”
So he noticed she had been to the hairdresser to have it cut and layered. “Let me go,” Verona whispered, pushing against steel.
“No.” He lowered his head. “I’ve discovered the best way to tame you.”
Her mind registered Michael’s intentions. She pushed harder against him. “Quit playing games this—”
His mouth crushed hers. Verona heard a moan. Startled, she barely recognized her own voice. Sensations rocked her being. She had forgotten the thrill of being thoroughly kissed by a man who knew what he was doing. Oh, yeah. Michael definitely knew what he was doing.
Who knows how long they were caught up in the love play? Michael ended the kiss. He gloated. “I think we have to answer that.”

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FABULOUS FRIDAY_GIRLFRIENDS

It's the final day of #throwbackthursday and we're bringing an end to this month with fun!

Some of the greatest girlfriends of all time were Joan, Maya, Lynn and Toni. Here's a clip from one of their shows: GIRLFRIENDS




Don't forget to join in next week and all of February for our annual 20 Days of Romance. Some of the greatest romance authors will join us to share snippets and excerpts from their books. We also may have some giveaways. But you have to come back to find out what and when.
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