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February 5, 2014
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Okay, so I saw the title and thought nothing of it. I’m not the weepy sort. I don’t cry unless it’s over something big… and yet, my eyes did get a little blurry as I looked at these photos.
Some of them are very… poignant.
This is proof blackmail doesn’t work. But it’s...
This is proof blackmail doesn’t work. But it’s damned funny all the same.
"What’s that? A furry potato?" LOL
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BOOK BLITZ: UNCOMMON ROMANCE BY JOVE BELLE
Book Title: Uncommon Romance: Three Erotic Novellas Author: Jove Belle Genre: Lesbian Erotica Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Happily ever after doesn’t look the same for every couple.
In Raw Silk, June and Ashlyn Phillips, happily married, occasionally enjoy adding another dynamic to their sex life. When Katerina “Kat” VanderVort enters June’s office one day, she sets her sights on June. Lucky for her, Ashlyn loves to indulge her wife’s fantasies.
In On Her Knees, Simone Davies is finally happy. That is, until her chief tormentor and biggest crush, Abby Nelson, shows up at her firm’s holiday party. Together they struggle to forget the past and build a future together.
In Hollis, homicide detective Jude Lassiter pushes a little too hard, and her instructor at a FBI anti-terrorism training session, Special Agent Beverly Hollis, knows exactly how to punish her. Jude is all too willing to submit. 
“The client hit on me. A lot.”
Ash swallowed hastily, her eyes narrowed and heated. “Bastard. I’ll kill him.” Jealousy made Ashlyn forget details.
“Her. The client is a her, remember? Katerina VanderVort.”
“That’s right.” The flash of anger was replaced by a curious, if not a little devious, smile. “Katerina?”
“Yeah, she told me to call her Kat.” June pushed her salad around with her fork. She wasn’t nearly as hungry as Ash, but she’d remain at the table for as long as Ash did.
“Kat?” Ash laughed lightly. “Is she hot?”
June nodded reluctantly. Ash was laughing now, but she didn’t want to give her wife any cause for genuine jealousy, either. “She is. She’s dark, like Mediterranean. She doesn’t match her Scandinavian last name at all.”
“Did you ask her why?”
“No, I was too busy trying to get her to stop touching me.”
“Wait, she touched you?” The jealousy June feared threatened to surface again.
“Sort of. She sat really close, like close enough for our legs to touch.”
Ash smiled again, then slid her chair closer to June. She stopped about a foot away. “Like this?”
June shook her head. “Closer.”
Ash shifted again but stopped before they touched. “Like this?” Ash leaned in intimately close and spoke directly into June’s ear. Her hot breath puffed against June’s skin, and she almost forgot what Ash was asking.
“Closer.” Her answer came out hushed and secretive.
Ash moved until her chair touched June’s and their legs touched from floor to knee. She slipped her bare foot over the top of June’s and caressed it. “Like this?” Ash whispered the question with her lips pressed to June’s ear.
June nodded, but she couldn’t force herself to speak. The words were trapped in an emotional bunch in her chest.
“And you liked it.” Ash worked the buttons on her blouse open in the middle until she was able to reach her fingers in and touch skin. June jumped at the contact. Ash rolled the backs of her fingers over June’s abs, tickling and teasing. “Didn’t you?”
June gasped and found her voice once again. It was shaky and uncertain, but it worked. “I did.”
Ash pulled her shirt free from her skirt and smoothed her palm flat against her stomach. She draped her other hand over the back of June’s chair and played her fingers through the ends of June’s hair. She pushed the hair out of the way and bent her mouth to June’s neck. Her kiss was hot and open mouthed, and she sucked hard on the skin where neck met shoulder. “Did she do this?”
She moaned and reflexively clutched Ash’s head to hold her close. She held her body tense and perfectly still. “No.”
Ash worked her way up until her mouth was once again upon June’s ear. She sucked the lobe into her mouth and breathed hot air over the wet skin. Excitement rushed to the surface and June groaned.
“You want her to.” Ash massaged her hand through June’s hair. The touch was rhythmic and lulling and robbed her of her ability to focus on anything but Ash’s fingers against her skin and in her hair. Ash nipped the sensitive skin behind her ear. “Didn’t you?”
Jove was born and raised against a backdrop of orchards and potato fields. The youngest of four children, she was raised in a conservative, Christian home and began asking why at a very young age, much to the consternation of her mother and grandmother. At the customary age of eighteen, she fled southern Idaho in pursuit of broader minds and fewer traffic jams involving the local livestock. The road didn’t end in Portland, Oregon, but there were many confusing freeway interchanges that a girl from the sticks was ill-prepared to deal with. As a result, she has lived in the Portland metro area for over twenty years and still can’t figure out how she manages to spend so much time in traffic when there’s not a stray sheep or cow in sight.
She lives with her partner, a woman deserving of sainthood for withstanding life with Jove for so many years. Between them they share a collection of six children, one dog, one cat, nine chickens, a mortgage payment, one sedan, and a cushy SUV big enough to hold the Lesbian Brady Bunch on their family outings. One day she hopes to live in a house that doesn’t generate a never ending honey-do list.
Incidentally, she never stopped asking why, but did expand her arsenal of questions to include who, what, when, where and, most important of all, how. In those questions, a story is born.
Her books include Uncommon Romance, Love and Devotion, Indelible, Chaps, Split the Aces, and Edge of Darkness. They are available from Bold Strokes Books. 
February 4, 2014
I want to shake my head at the thought, question my sanity at...
I want to shake my head at the thought, question my sanity at actually returning to this madhouse, but before I can, I hear the outer door of my rooms open.
It can only be Nate.
The door swings open and the light from the lounge pierces the darkness in my bedroom. I blink, gawking at his shadowy form.
“I didn’t realize you had a crush on Brad Pitt.”
“I was fifteen at the time.” Whatever I thought he’d say, it hadn’t been that!
He hums under his breath and switches on the ceiling light. I blink back the glare and stare up at him from between my duvet and cozy pillow. He looks around, takes in the artwork on the wall and the rest of the adolescent paraphernalia on the shelves, anything from yo-yos to trolls. But his attention is mostly on the drawings. He limps over to the wall covered in paper tacked to the surface, as he studies it, he murmurs, voice soft, “I called you back.”
“I heard.”
My defiance has his head turning to the side to stare at me. And it’s then I realize why I looked away earlier and why I’m looking away now. When a tiger stares at you, you look away. You don’t stare back, do you? Not unless you fancy being tiger kibble!
My eyes trace the flowers on the duvet and I swallow as he continues, “Different rules now, Marina. You know that. I told you in the plane.”
“No, you didn’t actually. You didn’t tell me word for word that if you called, I was to come running!”
“No, I didn’t. You aren’t wrong. But tonight is the last night for any defiance without punishment.”
Guilt is no stranger to Marina Denison, but that doesn’t mean it sits well on her shoulders.
Wherever she goes, whatever she does, death shadows her, tails her and those who surround her. She has to break the pattern, break free from the vicious cycle her life has become and the answers lie in the Blue Ridge Ranch back in Montana. Her home.
There, she must face her past, accept her present and all so that she can finally enjoy her future.
But is she strong enough to confront the years that formed her into the woman she is today?
LMAO, especially love the:
Explain what hard water is. Ice. :D...
LMAO, especially love the:
Explain what hard water is. Ice. :D LOL. And the Find X one. Haha, I hated working out angles as a kid. They were my nemesis!! :P Christ, how bad is it that I can’t remember how to work them out? Eek…Although, it was totally pointless, because until today, I’ve managed without!
"“Stand up and take a look in the mirror,” he urges me.
I grip his thigh to help haul me on to my..."
I grip his thigh to help haul me on to my feet and feeling punch-drunk, stagger over to the mirror. Turning around, I raise the hem of my shirt and peek over my shoulder.”
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Nate Conroy and Marina Denison
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Now even though I don’t drink, I can truly empathize with...
Now even though I don’t drink, I can truly empathize with this saying. Lol. Bourbon FTW! Or in my case, chocolate milk. Haha. I have few vices, but chocolate milk is one of them ;)
Okay, so two words; frickin’ awesome! :D Love this! I had...
Okay, so two words; frickin’ awesome! :D Love this! I had a book that showed the different fashions through the ages but you can’t beat a video ;)
Can you imagine how many takes it took to get do this? WOW! Thanks to aneel for this amazing vid! :)
Review Blitz: SOUL-MATES FOREVER by VICKI GREEN
Book Title: Soul-Mates Forever Author: Vicki Green Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: January 13, 2014 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
‘Love …captures us in a moment and changes us forever’
When love isn’t enough to break through the walls that were built so long ago, how is true happiness ever found? Paxton Davenport built these walls when every guy she met only wanted her gorgeous body. Her modeling career really takes off after returning to L.A. from her best friend’s wedding. But her thoughts continually plague her of the hot rocker, Tucker Williams, who pursued her both times she visited her friend. Her rich parents have never provided the attention or love she needed growing up. She is considered your typical 21 year old rich bitch, snooty to most but deep inside she is the most loving and caring person you could ever know.
Tucker, or Tuck as everyone knows him, grew up in a house where a normal day was seeing his parents drugged out, no food to be found and finding solace in his guitar. His dad ending up in prison and his mother dying from an overdose leads him to falling in with the wrong crowd. With the help of friends, at the age of 22, he finds himself as a tattoo artist by day, the leader of a Rock band (Razers Edge) by night. He falls head over heels for Paxton one night when the band is playing at Barton’s bar but she won’t give him the time of day.
Will Tuck ever get through Paxton’s walls or annoy the hell out of her trying?
*Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
“I was asked to come here to go over everything for the charity that we’re playing at in a few weeks. You know, for your dad’s company? I got your address from them and Jonsey told me where you were.” I roll my eyes. Man is he in a shit load of trouble when I get home! Tuck takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh. “I told him that we had a thing going and I wanted to surprise you. Told him how much I’d been missing you and knew you were pining away for me,” he says sitting back in his chair, crossing his foot over his knee again.
I roll my eyes again. I swear, my eyes are gonna stick back into my head, just like Allie told me, I just know it. I fucking can’t stop them from rolling. Dammit! I let out a loud laugh. “Ha! Yeah, right.” I lean on my knees with my elbow and he follows my position. “Look, buddy. You may be friends with some of my friends but that doesn’t give you the right to go to my fucking house and then stalk me!” I stand, walk to the door and open it, waving my arm. “Now, get the fuck out!”
Looking down, he chuckles, shaking his head slowly. He rises from the chair and heads my way. Once standing in front of me, his eyebrow raises, and he gives me his goofy grin. “Ok, beauty. You win. This time.” He winks as he heads through the door, turns to face me. “And—” I slam the door in his face and lock it.
Vicki Green grew up in Overland Park, Kansas and currently resides in Olathe, Kansas. Along with her husband and two teenage boys, she shares her home with her cocker spaniel’s Shadow and Mocha. She has been working full time at the same Company for 35 years. Her life has been filled with the most loving and caring parents, who are both gone now but are still in her heart and mind daily. Vicki enjoys reading Romance books which is what inspired her to begin writing this book. She has always admired Author’s dedication and hard work. She had a dream that played out for over a year, came home one day after work and decided to put it on a word document to see how it read and that became ‘My Savior Forever’, the beginning of her Forever Series. Upcoming signings: Indie Mashup, Springdale, Arkansas, July 26, 2014 Red Dirt BoCo, Oklahoma City, OK, August 30, 2014 Penned Con 2014, St. Louis, MO, September 12-13, 2014
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February 3, 2014
His jaw is like iron. White with tension and his lips are...
His jaw is like iron. White with tension and his lips are flattened by his fury. “Why can’t you be normal, Marina? Why have you always got to be so damned complicated?”
Stung, I sit up and flinch as my head protests the swift movement. That whiskey might not have been the smartest decision I’ve made this morning.
“I resent that!”
“How can you after what you’ve just told me?” He shakes his head and moves away from the bed to stride back and forth along the breadth of the room. The carpet probably has a groove in it from all the pacing. It’s a path I’ve trodden many a time during my stay.
I sink down to an elbow and with lowered lashes, watch him. “Do you hate me, Nate?” I hate how important the answer is and wish I hadn’t asked the question, but it popped out.
Thank you, whiskey.
His head whips around to look at me and the swift frown and even faster sigh leave me in the dark. What he’s thinking eludes me and it’s annoying how much his opinion means to me.
Marina has never taken the easy road. Why should she, when she prefers a storm to a perfect summer’s day? But even for her, Marina’s life is in a mess and she knows it.
Too many wrong decisions have put her life in danger and the only way to safety is to embrace the past. But Marina moves forward, steam-rolling ahead rather than focusing on the mistakes she’s made; the mistakes that have brought her to this point. And while she is happy with her head buried in the sand, Nathan Conroy won’t let her.
He loved her once, could love her again, but for her safety, even if it causes her to hate him, he’ll do anything to protect her from the mess she’s in.
From big city living to a huge ranch in the middle of nowhere, Marina’s safety comes at a price. But to her the physical danger is no less frightening than the peril to her heart.
Can she rewind ten years to right the wrongs she once made? And even though the future depends on it, can she unbend enough to do just that?
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