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Lost Souls Guest Blog by Sheri Velarde

First let me say a huge thank you to Sheritha for letting me stop by again! Thanks doll, you are the best!

Writing is a pretty tough though rewarding job and sometimes you need someone supportive there in your corner to keep you going when things start to look too tough. For me that someone is my fiancé William. During those time when self-doubt seeps into my thoughts, he is there to tell me that I am a good writer and that I need to keep at it. When a rejection letter comes, and yes they sometimes still do, he tells me to just move on and find a better fit for my story. When life becomes overwhelming and I just feel like giving up writing all together and quitting, he is there to encourage me to make more time and keep at it.

This year was a tough one. I lost my grandmother whom I was a caretaker for, I had major health issues, I was forced to leave my day job for various reasons and that led to financial stress. If there was a year I thought about giving up writing, well it was this year. But William, well he just wouldn’t hear of that. He insisted I keep writing no matter what. He gave me gentle pushes when I needed to get back to writing and encouraged me to keep submitting. I did indeed keep writing and Lost Souls marks my sixth release coming out this year and most of those are all thanks to my fiancé and his constant support. For that all I can say is thank you William and that I hope all authors out there are as lucky as I am to have someone in their corner that believe in them and their talent so much.

Blurb:

Amy is a fallen angel living life on earth as a rock star, embracing her bad behavior and becoming a heavy metal goddess. With the excesses of her new career she almost feels happy. Almost. However something her old friend Aphrodite once promised her is still missing, love.

Jade is a sweet and sexy woman, trying to make a place for herself in this lonely world. Lost in Los Angeles and just looking for a somewhere she belongs. As the holidays approach she only realizes how alone she truly is in the unforgiving city of Lost Souls.

One night these two meet seemingly out of the blue and sparks fly. It is as if something is drawing them towards each other. Now they both are learning what true happiness can feel like, if only some secrets don’t rip them apart before their love even has a chance to bloom.

Buy Links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lost-Souls-Weekend-Getaway-Book-ebook/dp/B00PYZ0ZD8/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1416788916&sr=1-1&keywords=sheri+velarde

Secret Cravings Publishing: http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=990&zenid=fiineuhckm3phjtinmqh6dj1p7

Author Links:

Website/blog: http://sherivelarde.weebly.com/books-and-more-blog

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Sher_V

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sheri-VelardeKelly-Ryan/632892500084202

Excerpt:

Suddenly she felt a warming sensation shooting through her body, something she had never felt before in her long life. She turned to see what had caused it, or she should say who. A beautiful woman with piercing green eyes and waist-length auburn hair stood in the doorway, casual jeans and black T-shirt hugging her body’s generous curves. She was the most alluring creature Amy had ever seen, and she was staring right at her with a look of intensity in her eyes, as if she had been searching for Amy all along and had finally found her. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before the connection was broken, the pale beauty shaking her head and heading towards an empty seat on the other end of the bar and returning Amy’s senses to her.

With the spell suddenly broken, Amy once again could hear Len finishing up his story as if nothing special had just happened. What the hell was that? Was the woman at the other end of the bar some sort of demon? She had to be magical and otherworldly to cause such a reaction. She certainly had otherworldly looks. Even though her hips and breasts were more ample than most angels and the like, she had the body of a goddess that begged to be touched. Amy shook her head. Len had finished, so she ordered them another round of drinks. As soon as her martini arrived she downed it and immediately signaled for another. If only alcohol affected her like it did most humans she would probably be calming down by now and not worrying about the mystery woman. Instead she still felt strange, like something had come alive inside her for the first time. She risked a glance at the red-headed siren down the way. The subtle temptress was sipping a beer, chatting with a bartender on that side of the bar. Suddenly she laughed and her whole face lit up, causing Amy to at once be jealous of the bartender and to want to be next to this woman and be the one making her laugh.

She must have been staring, for Len interrupted her inner turmoil. “She’s a looker, all right. A woman with curves too, not one of those too-skinny Hollywood types. They’re a rarity out here nowadays. If I were younger I might try to fight you for her.” He laughed. “Of course, if she picks you I would be out of the running anyways; you know, that pesky penis and all.”

It was Amy’s turn to laugh. “You know some women like both men and women.”

Len winked knowingly at her. “So I have been told. But I’ve never taken you to be the sharing sort of gal. Now get over there and let one of us live the fantasy tonight. After all, we are rock stars, go act like one!”

Scandalous Endeavors Blog Tour

Awesome editor and amazing author, Amanda Marie, has a brand new book releasing December 12th.

Check out the cover.

Here’s what the book is about.

Amelia is devastated after her father’s death. England holds a special place in her heart. Her new guardian, an American uncle, has ordered her to pack. Her uncle agrees to give her four weeks to settle her affairs, and then she must board a ship bound for America.

Not willing to give up on a life in England, the only home she has ever known, Amelia decides marrying an English peer is her only option. Despite her mourning period she endeavors to trap one of London’s eligible bachelors in matrimony.

Lord Goldstone, a Scottish Duke, thwarts her carefully laid plans at every attempt. Sparks fly as the pair find themselves at odds with each other. Can they find a way to stop arguing long enough to explore their growing passion? Is it strong enough to make Amelia give up her English home after all?

About the author

Amanda Marie dreams of days gone by when life moved at a slower pace. She enjoys taking pen to paper and exploring historical time periods through her imagination and the written word. Her hobbies include reading, writing, crocheting, traveling, photography, and spending time with her family. Some of Amanda Marie’s favorite places in the continental U.S. are Harper’s Ferry West Virginia and Sea Brook New Hampshire. She loves the history that surrounds them and visits them every chance she gets.

Amanda Marie lives along the Lake Huron shore line in northern Michigan with her husband and two kids. She holds a Master of Liberal Arts Degree with a concentration in literature and has a long standing love affair with sugary junk food.

Join Amanda Marie on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/#!/AuthorAmandaMarie1

Visit her blog at http://musingsbymandy.wordpress.com/

Write to Amanda Marie at amandamarieauthor@gmail.com

Follow her on Twitter @AmandaMarieAuth

Sexy Sunday Teaser #NA #Romance#SciFi

Here’s a little snippet from Rescue Me, my NA ms out on query.

He kisses me on my lips as soon as I open the door.

“Damn. Every time I see you, you take my breath away a little more,” he says.

My cheeks grow warm in seconds. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Princess.” He gives me a bunch of red roses and a Barbie doll dressed in a ball gown.

“Oh my God, Ty. You didn’t have to!” Tears fill my eyes at his romantic gesture.

“What happened?” He asks, shocked, “Are you allergic to the flowers?”

I shake my head. “It’s not the roses,” I say although it’s the first time I’ve ever received roses — and a doll — from a guy, “I’m just so touched. . .”

“I couldn’t find your doll,” he says apologetically when I stare at Barbie.

“It doesn’t matter. I love her.” I say while unwrapping Barbie. She doesn’t look at all like the one that drowned but she’s just as gorgeous and special because Ty bought her for me. Ty follows me inside the kitchen and waits for me while I fill a vase with water and ice cubes before popping the roses inside. I leave Barbie on the kitchen counter.

He holds me from behind the minute the roses are in the vase and presses tiny, hot kisses on my neck. “Missed me?” He asks.

“Yes,” I answer a little breathless.

He pulls me closer as his hands creep higher. He teases my nipples with his fingertips. “I missed you too,” he says.

“Is this your surprise?” I can’t resist asking. Because if it is then it certainly is a wonderful way to spend the rest of the day.

“No,” he groans, “every time I’m around you I lose track of my plans.”

Happy Release Day @langstonetc #WISHSHP

And here’s the post I promised you all…

Book Information:

Paperback: 312 pages

Expected publication: November 18th

ISBN: 1939392233

What Lacey needs is a miracle. What she gets is a genie with rules.

Lacey Linden is hiding the truth of her life—a depressed mom, a crumbling house, and bills too big to pay. While her high school classmates see a girl with a ready smile and good grades, Lacey spends her evenings seeking ways to save her family. On a get-cash-quick trip to the flea market, Lacey stumbles over a music box that seemingly begs her to take it home. She does, only to find it is inhabited by a gorgeous “genie.” He offers her a month of wishes, one per day, but there’s a catch. Each wish must be humanly possible.

Grant belongs to a league of supernatural beings, dedicated to serving humans in need. After two years of fulfilling the boring wishes of conventional teens, he is one assignment away from promotion to a challenging new role with more daring cases. Yet his month with Lacey is everything that he expects and nothing like he imagines. Lacey and Grant soon discover that the most difficult task of all might be saying goodbye.

Links:

Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble

About the Author:

Elizabeth Langston lives in North Carolina, halfway between the beaches and the mountains. She has two teen-ish daughters and one husband (a geek like her). When she’s not writing software or stories, Elizabeth loves to travel with her family, watch dance reality TV shows, and dream about which restaurant ought to get their business that night.

Elizabeth’s debut novel WHISPER FALLS released in November 2013. Its sequels, A WHISPER IN TIME released in April 2014 and WHISPERS FROM THE PAST released in October 2014. Her new series begins with I WISH in November 2014. Learn more about her at http://www.elizabethlangston.net.

Author Links:

Goodreads | Twitter | Facebook | Blog | Website

Rafflecopter Giveaway (Ends 12/01)

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• (1 winner) Grand Prize: Signed copy of I WISH, $25 e-book gift card, copper bracelet, swag, temporary tattoo (US & Canada)

• (2 winners) 2nd prize: copper bracelet, swag, temporary tattoo (US & Canada)

• (30 winners) 3rd prize: swag & temporary tattoos (international)

Tour Schedule:

November 17 – Bumbles and Fairy-Tales (guest post), Books As You Know It (interview)

November 18 – RELEASE DAY!!! Branwrites (interview), K-Books (guest post)

November 19 – (Lost in) Believing in Books (interview), The Cover Contessa (guest post)

November 20 – Jessabella Reads (interview), Books Complete Me (review)

November 21 – Shersinghzn (guest post)

November 22 – Lovely Reads (guest post)

November 23 – Crossroad Reviews (review), Stuck In YA Books (guest post)

November 24 – Letters in the Sand (review), Beauty and the Bookshelf (guest post)

Fun with Names – I Wish Blog Tour #WISHSHP

Please welcome super fabulous multi published author, Elizabeth Langston on my blog tour.

Today Elizabeth is going to tell us how she comes up with names for her characters.

Fun With Names

Picking names for characters in a book is a tough thing to do, especially since I try to avoid the names of people I know. I don’t want them to think that I’m basing a character on them.

I Wish, however, is full of characters named for specific people. (I doubt I ever do that again.) Here are the names and why I chose them.

Grant – Originally, I named my genie Grant for a weird reason. Genies “grant” wishes. It was just a place-holder until I learned him better and figured out what his name should be. But a couple of things convinced me to keep it. A friend of mine has a son named Grant, and he is really cute and nice. (I hope neither of them read this. :) Then I looked up the meaning of the name and discovered that Grant means “great”. It was a perfect fit for the hero of I WISH.

Lacey – In my first draft of the book, the heroine’s name was Molly. But it never quite felt right. My heroine was determined, fiercely independent, and intensely loyal to the people she loved. That profile described my grandmother. So I renamed my heroine after Grandmother Lacey, and that felt exactly right.

Henry – I named Lacey’s brother after Prince Henry of Wales. Just because.

Eli – Lacey’s friend (and Henry’s soccer coach) is named after Eli Manning, the quarterback for the New York Giants. I received my undergraduate degree from the University of Mississippi. The Manning family is practically royalty for Ole Miss alumni. (And, yes, I use the name Peyton in another book.)

Kimberley – Lacey’s best friend started life as Adriana. But I ended up not liking the character, so I completely rewrote her. When I did, I needed a new name. About this same time, the receptionist at my family physician’s office asked me to name a character after her, and there you go. We had our Kimberley.

Crystal – On the Social Security Administration’s “popular baby names” website ( ), I asked it to give me the Top 25 names for the year 1977 (approximately when Lacey’s mom would’ve been born.) Name #25 is Crystal.

Sara & Sean – the twins are named after my great-grandmother Sarah (but I dropped the “h”) and my nephew-in-law Sean (but an entirely different spelling.)

Finally, I’ll mention two very minor characters, Charlie and Norah. Those names will appear somewhere in every book series that I will ever write. Charlie was my nephew. Norah was my boss’s daughter. Both left us way too young. Charlie died at age 4; Norah, age 6. It’s just my little effort to honor their memories.

Watch out for a follow up post on I Wish and more info on Elizabeth.

Excerpt from Moving In #NA #Novella

I’m working on edits for book #2 in the Moving Series and thought I’d post a teaser from Book #1

Dean’s POV

There’s a note on the fridge when I get to my flat overlooking La Lucia’s famous white sand beach.

 

We need to talk. I will come over for dinner tonight.

Love,

Mom

 

My mother is shameless when it comes to breaking into my apartment. Every second of my day has to accounted for. My parents need to cut me some slack. People change—they’re always reminding me, so why the fuck does my mother keep looking for clues to suggest I might’ve slipped up?

I wonder what she and the old man have up come up with after reading the shit Ugly Betty posted. More charity work? No. It has to be something more serious.

My blood runs cold for a moment. I’ve always been perceptive when it comes to my parents, and this time I sense they’ve outdone themselves. Mom is particularly sensitive to what society thinks. She will go to any lengths to keep her reputation intact, and her ideas usually border on unreasonable.

Why does anyone have to take anything Ugly Betty says seriously? Sure, she’s amazingly popular in blogging circles in South Africa. But why the fuck do people pay any attention to the shit she posts? She’d had over a thousand comments the last time I checked her post. It’s like she posted pics of my hard, thick cock the way people were reading her blog.

I’ll find out soon enough.

The traffic’s eased up by the time I head out of La Lucia for the heart of the North Coast. Kwa-Zulu Natal is definitely the most laid back, beautiful place I’ve lived in. I love the anonymity of living here and being able to surf the waves before heading to campus every morning. The best part is the sunshine. Winter is almost nonexistent on the Kwa-Zulu Natal North Coast. People here don’t really care if you’re a celebrity or just a regular person minding your own business. They just let you be.

Unless they’re Lace Higgins.

“Arriving at destination,” my GPS says, cutting into my mental rehearsals of me shaking sense into Lace Higgins. I’ve pictured her with braces, unkempt, mud-colored hair, and garish makeup.

Lace lives in a pretty decent apartment complex near the only shopping center in Salt Rock. The beach isn’t too far off. In fact the complex is near enough for fine sea spray to drizzle on me when I get out my van. It’s a one-street town guaranteed to help anyone blend into obscurity. I bet her acid fingertips are the reason she has to live in a place where people give a shit about who she is and what she does for a living.

Lucky for me, security is pretty lax. I race up the stairs and pause outside her door. A split second before my knuckles can connect to door number eleven to knock, it swings open.

“Alison…dammit, you forgot…” The leggy blonde pauses after realizing I’m not Alison.

Her mouth drops open, and so does her satin robe.

Fuck. She’s as naked as the day she was born beneath the butter-yellow fabric. My cock hardens in seconds. She shivers slightly, and her nipples harden, and…I look down before she pulls the robe together… Her muff is shaved and so smooth I almost reach out and stroke her. Damn. There’s not an ounce of fat on her. Her tummy’s flat, her breasts full and ready to be tasted, and her skin’s a creamy white I could lick and bite until every inch of her was covered in little red marks.

“Show’s over, punk. Can I help you?” Green eyes flash blue murder at me while she knots the belt of her robe securely in place.

The acid in her voice is enough to soften my cock. “Maybe.” I can do acid too. “I’m looking for Lace Higgins.”

She gasps like I’ve proposed sex on the cold, hard floor. Her loose bun falls out of place, covering her face in fine, golden strands. She pushes the hair off her face and then looks me in the eye. “Why?”

“None of your business. This is between Lace and me.”

 

 

New Book Release #Release Day

My fab author friend has a book out today.

And here’s what the book is about:

A surfer/beach bum is smitten by a woman he sees paddle surfing who is six feet-seven inches tall. But can his infatuation turn to love above see level?

Clayton Stoner is blonde, bronzed, hard bodied, beach bum/surfer living the life of a 31 year old Peter Pan in a tiny ocean side cottage near St. Augustine Florida. One calm Sunday, he sees a strikingly beautiful woman who is 6’7″ tall, taking paddle surfing lessons at the local surfers beach. He is immediately smitten, but unable to get her attention when he encounters her at a near-by convenience store, and again, later that day, as she is running along the beach where he is relaxing.

They finally connect when he is sent to do plumbing repair work at the beach cottage she is renting. She continues to spurn his friendly advances. It looks hopeless for him until fate intervenes. But can he find love with a woman nearly a foot taller than he is?

Hmm. I like. How about a sneak peek?

“A light offshore breeze did little to dry the sweat on our brows as we sat on the front porch of my beach cottage, transfixed by the surf. Our suits were still wet from our frustrating day trying to ride waves that wouldn’t form. Nothing dries in North Florida humidity except throats after a day of sun and surf. My buddy Smitty and I were several beers in before I finally broke the ice.

“So, Smitty, what do you do when you find your eyes are at tit level with a beautiful woman?”

“My eyes are always at tit level with women.”

“Asshole, I’m not talking about where your eyes are looking. I’m talking about height. What if your eyes were only as high as a woman’s breasts?”

“Are these breasts sagging down to her belly button?”

I made a cross with my fingers and held it up to him, hoping his flesh would burn. “No, in fact, they were small and pushing straight out. She was very trim.”

“If you had leaned forward, would you have got one nipple in each eye?”

“Stop it. I’m being serious here.”

“So am I. She could put your eye out.”

“That’s my beer you’re drinking,” I said. “You could at least give me some decent advice.”

He rubbed his chin as if it would make him smarter. Smitty only thought with his cock, and I was glad he didn’t whip it out and rub it for insight .

“Dude, they’re all the same height lying down. And a tall one can wrap her legs around you twice. What’s your problem?”

I huffed and shook my head. “Smitty, if they ever cut your head open, nothing but pussy would fall out.”

“Okay, Stoner, I’ve got a half a beer left, and then I got to go. The mullet are running, and I want to come down tonight to do some fishing. Are you with me?”

“No. I’ve got an early job tomorrow.”

“Would you mind if I parked in your driveway then?”

“No problem.”

“I promise I’ll be extra quiet if I see a couple of legs hanging out the window.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Dude, if you get that woman into your bedroom, there’s no way she’s gonna fit on your bed without hanging her legs out the window.”

Smitty had a point. My beach cottage was pretty small.

“So where did you meet this beauty?” Smitty asked, catching a belch.

“Well, we haven’t really met yet. I was in line in front of her down at the Circle K earlier today. I turned around, and there I was with my nose in her breasts.”

“So what’s her name, where does she live, and is she available?”

I shrugged .”

Wow. Sounds like an awesome summer read. I’m definitely adding this one to my TBR pile.

Spencer Dryden is a new writer but an old guy on the threshold of draining any reserves left in Medicare and Social Security.

In real life he is a handyman, an at-home dad, inventor and web videographer living a quiet life in the frozen tundra of Minnesota (USA).

He earned an MBA from a prestigious Midwestern university but is so far behind on the career earnings scale of his peers that the university has offered to refund his tuition if he will return his diploma and disavow his affiliation, lest he continue to denigrate the school’s impeccable brand.

His first book, a novella, “Bliss” was published in April of 2014 in the Covert line at Breathless Press. It is a story of a woman’s struggle with sexual shame. Press.http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=26&products_id=559

He can be reached at multiple locations:

Check out his website: http://www.fictionbyspencer.com/

He’s on Google + : https://plus.google.com/+SpencerDryden

Tweet Him at: @SpencerDryden

He is a regular contributor to the multi author blog, Oh Get A Grip: http://ohgetagrip.blogspot.com

And Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008150288001

If you liked this book, please leave a review at Breathless Press or at Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/goodreadscomspencer_dryden

Cover Reveal – Eggnog Kisses

Title: Eggnog Kisses
Author: Mireille Chester
Release Date: December 2nd 2014

It’s been six months since Kaley’s fiancé called

things off, disappearing with barely an explanation, and the thought of

spending Christmas alone is causing feelings of hurt and loneliness to

ruin her holiday cheer.  Tall, dark, quiet, and ever the gentleman, her

next door neighbor has been sneaking into her thoughts more often than

not lately.  When she decides to ask him to go to a Christmas party on a

spur of the moment whim, she has no idea she’s about to unleash a whole

new dimension on her usually normal life.

Born

in Quelondain, Sean is no stranger to a broken heart.  Though it’s been

years since the one he loved fated to his best friend, the ache is

still present and crossing over to the other world hasn’t helped like

he’d hoped it would.  When Kaley asks him to accompany her to a

Christmas party his gut tells him to stay away.  It’s not that he isn’t

attracted or tempted, but how is he supposed to explain his past and

what he is.  Of course, it’s just one evening, right?  What could

possibly happen in one night?

Two broken hearts…

Two worlds…

One fate…

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She managed to get into her

apartment while keeping a curious JJ from escaping.  The fluffy white

cat purred and rubbed himself against her ankles.

“Hey, bud.  Did

you miss me?”  Kaley went to the cupboard and pulled out a few

Whiskas treats for him.  She looked around her small apartment and

suddenly, she didn’t want to be there alone.  “I’ll be right back.”

She didn’t bother putting

on shoes before closing her door behind her.  Sean answered his door

and smiled at the sight of her.

“What can I do for you,

neighbor?”

“I…”  This was

stupid. 

“So, what brings you

over here?”

I

just…”  Kaley’s good mood vanished.

His smile

softened.  “First Christmas since Gale left?”

She took a deep breath and

blew it out of her nose.  “It’s stupid, I know.”

Sean shook his

head.  “Not at all.  I know the feeling.  I

wasn’t engaged, mind you, but my first holiday after my girlfriend left I was a

wreck.  We’d been together four years.”

“I’m sorry.”  She

looked at the ground.  “What happened?”

He cocked his head to the

side.  “I was just about to have a rum and eggnog.  Want

one?”

She was tempted to turn him

down, but curiosity got the better of her.  “Sure.”

He held the door opened

wider so she could get in and directed her to the couch.  “It was

your typical breakup.  We were young and life had other plans for

us.”

She watched as he mixed the

drinks and brought them over.  “Thanks.”  She took a sip

and he took a long swallow of his drink.  “Anyway, it wrecked me when

she left.”

“What did you do?”

“I moved

here.”  He smiled.

Kaley

frowned.  “That worked?  It helped?”

“Not even a little

bit.  The only thing that helps is time.”

She couldn’t help the

depressed look that took over her face.  “Five years, eh?”

Sean

laughed.  “It’s been that long, but it didn’t take that

long.  I’ve had a few other girlfriends since, I just haven’t found

anyone else I want to settle down with, that’s all.”  He raised an

eyebrow at her glass.  “Want another one?”

“Please.”

“So where’s your party at

tonight?”

“Mel’s boss is throwing a

bash for their office. He rented the Rex Hall.”

“Cool.”

Kaley noticed him glancing

at the clock on the wall.  “Do you have something to

do?”  She turned toward the door as someone unlocked it from the

outside and he stood.

“Sean!”  The dark

haired woman dropped her duffle bag and ran into his open

arms.  Kaley watched dumbfounded as he hugged her

close.  He had a girlfriend.

“I was getting

worried.”  He took her coat from her and hung it up.

“My bus was

delayed.  There was a crash on the highway and we got caught behind

all the traffic.  I don’t think it was too bad.  I mean,

there were ambulances and stuff, but the cars looked to be in not bad shape

when we were finally able to go by.”

“And you didn’t think to

phone?”

She

shrugged.  “Ooh! Are you having rum and eggnog without

me?”  The woman finally turned her attention to

Kaley.  “Since Sean has zero manners, I’m Reese, by the way.”

“Um, Kaley.”

“Let me

guess.  He didn’t tell you I was coming?”  She took the

drink Sean handed her and settled on the cough beside Kaley.  “And he

says I’m forgetful.  You’re getting old, big brother.”

He scoffed.  “And

you get more immature the more years you put behind you.”

“Mom’s going to flip when

she hears you finally have a girlfriend.  It’s about time you got

over that stupid bitch.”

“Reese!”

“Well, what?  By

the moons, she was.  None of us could figure out what you saw in

her.”

“You were sixteen when we

split.  Don’t tell me you gave a shit.”

Reese pounded back her

drink.  “Of course I cared.  How many big brothers do I

have?”

Sean rolled his

eyes.  “Four.”

“Right.  But you

were always my favorite.”  She skipped back to her knee high leather

boots, slipped them on, and shrugged on her coat.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m meeting

Heather.”  She gave him a peck on the cheek.  “I have my

key.  Don’t wait up.”

“Just remember I’m leaving

at eight tomorrow morning.  With or without

you.”

“Yeah,

yeah.”  Reese grinned.  “I missed you.”

“I missed you

too.  Brat.”

She closed the door with a

wave at Kaley.

“She’s, uh… she’s one of

those high energy people.”  Sean smiled and went to refill their

drinks.

“No kidding.  I

had no idea you had a sister.  Or three brothers for that matter.”

“What about you?”

Kaley shook her

head.  “Only child.  Your mom and dad?”

“Both alive and running the

farm.  You?”

“My parents died when I was

fifteen.  Drunk driver.  I went to live with Mel and her

folks.”

“But you don’t do Christmas

with them?”

“They’re not around since

they retired.  Mel gets on a flight tomorrow

to join them in Mexico tomorrow morning.  They

invite me every year, I just… Christmas needs snow.  You know?”

He grinned.  “I

agree.”

Kaley found her gaze moving

to his mouth.  He had a great smile.  Had they
really been

living next to each other for almost six years?  How had she never

noticed? 

“What?”

“Nothing.  I was

just thinking that I can’t believe we’ve been neighbors all this time and we

know nothing about each other.”

His smile

softened.  “Yeah.  I guess that’s

life.  Everyone’s too busy.”

She looked at her

watch.  “Shit.  I have to go get ready.”

Sean stood and walked her

to the door.

“So, you’re just home alone

tonight?”  She looked up into his dark green eyes.

“Seems like it.”

“I was just thinking… Mel

is bringing a date tonight and I’m going to be the third wheel.  Want

to come along?”

“I don’t think…”

“Come on.  I’ll

owe you one.  There’s this guy that works there that always gets

drunk and hits on me.  You can pretend to be my

boyfriend.”  Sweet mother of fuck.  Had she actually just

suggested this?  She was thirty four years old for shit’s

sakes.  Her face turned a deep shade of

red.  “Sorry.  That’s so highschool.  I’m just

going to leave before I make myself sound any more stupid.  Thanks

for the drinks.”

Kaley rushed out of his

apartment and back into hers.  Good god!  How many eggnogs

had she had?

Mireille Chester is a stay at home mom of three children and wife to an amazingly supportive husband. Her time is spent playing with the kids, reading, writing, and watching movies with her hubby.

Mireille is a fantasy author who loves to spend time in made up worlds filled with magic. She is a firm believer that no hero is perfect and that all villains are burdened with a tiny shred of humanity. While she writes her Adult and YA novels under the name Mireille Chester, she is now writing a middle grade series under the name M.G. Chester.

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Teaser from My #NA MS on query

Crew waves his beer bottle at me. “I know you better than that. You took her license plate. Spill it.”

“Read my brain, Crew.” I half close my eyes and lean as far back into the couch as I can. I’m not in the mood for beer. Mine lies untouched on the coffee table.

“You’ll have to tell us everything sooner or later, bro.” Crew takes off his t shirt. “One thing I’ll bet my life on is you’re into her.”

“Into her? When are you going to grow up?” I ask.

“You’ve never rescued a girl twice,” Connor points out. “Neither one of us has.”

“You guys are making a big deal out of a stupid co-incidence,” I tell them.

“Co-incidence, my ass,” Hayden half screams.

“Our line of work doesn’t allow for co-incidences,” I remind them, “we’re in the business of saving lives — we’re not living in some fantasy.”

“Meeting hot chicks isn’t a fantasy,” Crew says, “It’s a reality.”

“You can meet hot chicks in a club,” I tell Crew.

He shakes his head. “Where in our contracts does it state that we can’t fall for our rescues?” He asks me.

I shake my head. “It doesn’t. It’s just the way I feel — Business and pleasure aren’t meant to mix.”

Excerpt from Rescue Me, #NA #SciFi out on#Query

Oh fuck. This is the end of me. I close my eyes and pretend this isn’t happening. Oh God why can’t Superman be real — just this once. If only he’d appear out of nowhere and pull this smelly bastard off me. A bike roars in the distance. I focus on its sound and imagine Superman is on that bike. Within seconds the sound of the bike is the only thing my mind holds onto the fucktard’s hands tighten around my waist. His sewer breath clogs my nostrils.

Forget him. Superman will rescue me. Where do I come up with candy floss shit for dreams? Hello? I’m about to be eaten by a bunch of twat waffles.

Crazy thoughts race through my head as I squeeze my eyes tight and clench my hands into fists bracing myself for the impact of his mouth on mine while at the same time trying to shut him out altogether. Somehow the shutting out part works. The leader’s hands loosen on my waist and his pungent alcohol breath gives way to fresh sea air.

“Fuck!” He gasps suddenly before the sound of bones breaking sickens me to the pit of my tummy.

Instinct forces my eyes open. We’re surrounded by a group of bikers with Harley’s so shiny the moonlight reflecting off of them blinds me temporarily. One of the bikers punches the leader on his jaw. The others circle the remaining would-be attackers.

“I didn’t touch her.” The leader winces.

“Liar,” mysterious Biker says in a deep voice, “Didn’t your mama teach you to always tell the truth?”

My spine tingles at the sound of his voice.

“I warned you about stepping on my ground, Skull.”

My ground? This sounds like a movie script gone real life. To me it means one thing. I found Superman. Okay. Technically he found me. Unless this is a dream. And none of this is really happening., Shock probably stupefied me. Or I’m dead and I’ve stepped away from my body…I shut my eyes and pinch myself. Fuck. That hurt. No, I’m not imagining any of this. The bikers are really here and one of them is teaching Skull a lesson he’ll never forget.

“Now why don’t you take your pack of vermin rats and get the hell out of here.” Superbiker suggests, “unless you’re hungry for seconds.”

Skull and his gang don’t need to be told twice. They disappear into the shadows so fast nobody would have guessed they were really here.

“Did he hurt you?” Superbiker asks me.

I’m stunned at how quickly my wish was granted. I asked for Superman and I got a Superbiker. My chest tightens. If only all my wishes were granted so easily…

Warm hands cup my face. I catch a glimpse of a shiny bracelet on his right hand. His left thumb is partially covered with a band aid.

“Hey? Are you okay?”

Superbiker’s talking to me. Say something, Lana. “Yeah…I’m fine.”

The woodsy scent of his aftershave and cologne captivates my senses. He’s pushed the visor of his helmet up but a clump of clouds block out the moonlight making it impossible for me to even catch a glimpse of my savior.

“You’re new here,” he states.

“You can tell just by looking at me?” Damn he’s got skills.

“No. Locals know better than to hang out on the beach at this part of the night.”

I look away somewhat ashamed not to have figured that out when I noticed the beach was abandoned.

He steps away from me. “You shouldn’t hang out here this part of night,” he says, “tell me where you live and we’ll escort you home.” He opens the car door for me.

“What’s your name?” I blurt.

He stops. Perhaps my question’s caught him off guard. “Why?”

I shrug. “It’d be nice to know.”

He leaves me standing outside my car and jumps on his bike. “Get in the car. My boys and I don’t have all night to wait on spoilt little rich girls who have nothing better to do than invite trouble upon themselves.”

Strangely his words sting. “I’m not a …” Oh why bother. I get inside my car and roll down the window. For a moment there I’d assumed he’d really cared when he’d asked me if I’d been hurt. I guess whoever my mysterious biker rescuer is — he’s just doing his job. My burgeoning hope and dreams of romance take a back seat.

The bikers escort me home. Superbiker pulls up beside me when I stop outside the gate and gestures for me to give him my keys. He unlocks the gate and gestures for me to park. I roll down the window and wait for him to leave before jumping off. Instead he pauses next to me while reversing out the driveway and lifts up the visor. Invisible waves of his aftershave engulf me. Superbiker’s tall, broad shouldered and not even the darkness can hide his pert ass.

“Thank you,” I tell him.

“For roughing up your haters?” He sounds amused. “If it wasn’t for spoilt brats like you, I’d be unemployed.”

I wish I could see his face before slapping him.

“Whatever,” I murmur.

“You’re welcome,” he replies sarcastically. “Tell you what, princess. If you can find me in the daylight I’ll tell you my name.”

My deceitful heart goes wild. “Deal,” I reply before I can stop myself.

Challenges are definitely my thing. I’ll find him all right even if the sound of his voice and the smell of his cologne and aftershave is all I have to go