tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384820472024-02-28T12:07:50.593-05:00Romance Excerpts Only BlogAuthor Kara Griffinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08532032588765589562noreply@blogger.comBlogger1120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38482047.post-3607857055708449092024-01-17T10:19:00.000-05:002024-01-17T10:19:25.846-05:00Promo: New Science Fiction Romance--THE XENON ADVANTAGE Excerpt<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhADdkt2NBDIQiqdrr7ITE825iC9TpkLMfFl0V9OiNqI8SDjX2-Gw3_9pi3E39bLocnLfDGi27gfqnCLvQOQtrm58OLVA0M8bgq409_V6g-cqxc-_OMXEo4HxhkDjBy3wljr7zzYcj5HGycEg5gVQxtkAu5nu8d85NsEsd8JfT8iWDkr-ESrSHi/s2700/Xenon.Advan1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhADdkt2NBDIQiqdrr7ITE825iC9TpkLMfFl0V9OiNqI8SDjX2-Gw3_9pi3E39bLocnLfDGi27gfqnCLvQOQtrm58OLVA0M8bgq409_V6g-cqxc-_OMXEo4HxhkDjBy3wljr7zzYcj5HGycEg5gVQxtkAu5nu8d85NsEsd8JfT8iWDkr-ESrSHi/s320/Xenon.Advan1.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">THE XENON ADVANTAGE<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Author: Susanne Marie Knight<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;">Blurb:</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">OUT
OF HER ELEMENT<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Naressa,
a native of the Earth colony on Alpheratz 3, is chosen at the last minute be
the communications officer on an exploratory mission to a planet in the
Southern Cross sector. Her hidden ability to receive and translate alien
thoughts is the reason for this decision. Now aboard the Nautilus, she’s met
with hostility... and something else... by Kurt Stone, the starship’s CO who is
annoyed that she replaced his on-again-off-again lover. She also receives
messages from a powerful... and amorous alien leader, Mavolian, telling her to
“come to him.” Naressa has no interest in forming a love connection with
anyone, however Mavolian is determined and Kurt is smitten by her. Will she be
able to give up her freedom for the boundaries of love? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">OUT
OF HIS ELEMENT<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Years
ago, Kurt Stone left the endless routine of his homestead in the Greater
Dakotas for the excitement and danger of interstellar space. He excels at his
job and pursues his goal of obtaining a captaincy. On a treacherous mission to
explore a uninhabited planet, Acrux 4--a twin of Earth--he meets an unusual
female, Naressa, native to an Earth colony that has an excessive amount of the
element Xenon in its atmosphere. As it turns out, Acrux 4 also is abundant in
Xenon. As Kurt fights his attraction to her, he has to endure watching as the
powerful alien leader, Mavolian, makes a play for Naressa. Can Kurt set his
jealously aside and convince her to be with him for always?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;">Scene Set-Up:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">As Chief of Operations Kurt Stone processes the new
crew assigned to the Nautilus starship for an important interstellar mission,
he looks forward to resuming his relationship with one of the officers, Wilda
Carr. However, someone else walks through the door. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">EXCERPT</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Kurt watched as the navigator left. The next
crewmember through the doors would be the last one to board. Wilda Carr. Only
Wilda would do for him. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He heard sounds coming from the corridor. Closer...
closer... Hell, his dick twitched and he almost started salivating.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">In walked--<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He blinked. In walked a diaphanously beautiful young
woman with hair the color of a rich autumn sun; her eyes sparkled like cat
eyes, dichroic with two distinct colors of green and amber; and her lips
pouted... softly pink, softly plump, softly glossy, softly kissable.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Hell. He couldn’t help but stare. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The woman wasn’t in uniform. Instead she wore puce
colored leggings that stopped short of her elegantly slim ankles. Her long
sleeved blouse was covered by a thin strapped, flared out overshirt.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She was, in a word, gorgeous. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“So sorry I’m late.” Her incredible gaze darted from
the Captain to Kurt. “I rushed over as fast as I could. My ship just landed.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Kurt lifted an eyebrow. “Your ship from?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“From Alpheratz 3. You know, the lucky planet?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Alpheratz 3? Alpheratz was a binary star, 97
light-years from Sol, in the constellation of Andromeda. This woman couldn’t
possibly be from...<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">After re-checking his personnel roster, Kurt set his
fists on his hips. “Who the devil are you?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">*****<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Naressa huffed. She actually huffed. This was the
welcome she’d traveled 97 light-years to receive? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She couldn’t help but huff again. The urgent request
from SolSpace had been received just over two months ago. <i>Drop everything,</i>
she was told, <i>and hop a freighter over to Earth’s satellite to then journey
on the Nautilus to the remote star system Crux, in the area of the galaxy known
as the Southern Cross.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The Southern Cross was, of course, a constellation as
viewed from Earth, not Alpheratz 3.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She rubbed her throbbing temple. She didn’t need
this. She especially didn’t need this Earthman’s disdain.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Running her gaze over the man’s pleasing width of
shoulders, his obvious six-pack under the uniform’s formfitting shirt, and his
handsome face scruffy with unshaven bristles, she then turned to the other man.
The older man had five bands on his uniform sleeve; <i>he </i>was the one in
charge, not Mr. Who-The-Devil-Are You?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Sir.” Focusing on the Captain, she controlled her
voice and ignored the angry bull almost snorting with his disapproval standing
by the Captain’s side. “Reporting from Alpheratz 3, sir. I’m Naressa.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Naressa what?” The four-bands-on-his-uniform man
narrowed his gaze as he dissected her. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Then he folded his muscular arms across his wide
chest, loudly broadcasting contempt and something else... something mysterious,
something primitive. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Ouch. Her head pounded as if it was splitting in two.
In her haste to board the Nautilus, she’d forgotten to wear her blocking cap.
She unfortunately felt every thought from this crew, every electrical charge,
every magnetic vibration sent out into the ether. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">By the stars, this was definitely worse than
traveling through black holes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Taking
a deep inhale, she then turned her head to look directly into that impudent
man’s dark brown, compelling eyes. “Since the Human population on Alpheratz 3
is very limited, all colonists go by the last name of Alpheratz. So, I am
Naressa Alpheratz,... sir.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></p>
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Lauriano outwit a not-to-be-trusted billionaire who is determined to have his
way with her?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">NEVER TRUST A BILLIONAIRE</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Author: Susanne Marie Knight</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;">Blurb:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">BEWARE OF BILLIONAIRES BRINGING ROSES<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Billionaire
Elliot Beaumont has a <i>laissez faire</i> attitude concerning women... or in
other words, he takes them and leaves them. After casually giving one of his
American Rose homegrown blooms to his company’s newest employee, Claressa
Lauriano, he then learns his father, the CEO, wants him to pursue her to obtain
her family’s small vineyard. Elliot assumes she’ll be flattered by his
advances, only to learn that she has a<i> laissez faire</i> policy as well; she
wants him to leave her alone. She doesn’t trust him... and rightfully so. The
only way he can think of to get his hands on the grapes is to arrange to be
fake engaged to Claressa. However, the longer she is his faux fiancée, the more
he wants the engagement to be real. Can he convince his prickly American Rose
to take a chance on a billionaire?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">BEWARE OF WORKING GIRLS GROWING GRAPES</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Claressa
Lauriano has been working at her new job for only a month, but she also tends
to her family vineyard on the side. When she shares a sample of grapes with her
office, she comes to the CEO’s attention... which then means she comes to the
company’s Chief Biotechnology Officer’s attention--playboy, billionaire Elliot
Beaumont. Oddly enough, Elliot suddenly bulldozes his way into her life by
becoming fake engaged to her. She doesn’t trust him or his motives, and why
should she? Billionaires and working girls come from two different worlds. Why
is he so insistent that she is meant to be his?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;">Scene Set-Up:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Responding to his father, the CEO of Beaumont
Industries’ request for a meeting, Elliot Beaumont steps into the elevator and
sees an attractive new employee.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">EXCERPT<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Entering the elevator, Elliot reached over to press
the seventy-fifth button, but it was already lit up. It was then that he saw he
wasn’t alone in the elevator.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Standing toward the back was a cute-as-a button girl,
with an elaborate hairdo of thick, shiny dark hair arranged in curls on top of
her head. Her eyes were midnight brown and twinkled as if lit from within. If
he wasn’t mistaken, she had a hint of dimples that flashed at him as her
silver-hanging earrings also flashed at him. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Not that he was interested in cute-as-a button girls,
but he had to be polite, didn’t he? So he nodded at her. As he did, he raked
his gaze over her pleasing feminine form. She wore a conservative outfit that
most likely hid some very shapely curves. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Was she enrolled in the student work program?
Shadowing one of the employees? Was she going to see his father? Was it
possible that she was the reason Elliot’s presence was requested on the
seventy-fifth floor? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He deliberately pressed button number seventy-four.
The old man could cool his heels before this “important” meeting while Elliot
investigated what was going on. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Hello.” Facing the girl, he broke the silence.
“Sorry I didn’t notice you before. Are you new here?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He wanted to add that she didn’t look old enough to
work at Beaumont Industries, but discretion was the better part of valor. He
held his tongue.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">A pink blush spread on her cheeks. “I’ve only been
here a month. I’m still learning my way around.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">And now she was learning her way up to the CEO’s
floor. Interesting.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Are you? What Division do you work in?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She ran the merest tip of her tongue over her lips.
Oddly enough, his body snapped to attention. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“I work in the Biotechnology Division. Mrs. Plummer’s
my supervisor. I do admin support.” Then she shifted some file folders from one
hand to the other. “How about you?” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He wanted to say, “I’m your supervisor’s supervisor’s
supervisor’s supervisor. In other words the head of Biotechnology.” But he
didn’t. There was time enough for her to learn who he was. And vice versa. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Instead, he prevaricated. “I’m with Beaumont
Industries’ Welcoming Committee. Glad to have you aboard, Miss...?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Lauriano. Claressa Lauriano.” She held out her hand
for a shake.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Very professional. Instead of a shake, he handed her
the single rose that he’d intended to give to his father’s assistant. “For you,
Claressa. An American Beauty rose for an American beauty.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Her eyes widened and she took the thornless rose with
her free hand. Then the elevator dinged as they arrived on the seventy-fourth
floor.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The door opened. “My stop. I’m sure I’ll see you
around, Claressa. Have a good day.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Stepping out into the corridor, he then headed for an
empty office where he could use the phone. He needed to call Human Resources
and find out everything he could about Claressa Lauriano. Sometimes the old man
pulled a fast one on him. Elliot needed to learn what the hell was going on
before he entered his father’s executive office.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Frowning, Claressa ran her fingertip over the soft
rose petals. That man was a player, from the top of his wavy, caramel hair, to
the tips of his Italian leather shoes. From his lantern-shaped jaw to his broad
masculine shoulders. Dressed for success in a highly fashionable Armani suit,
Elliot Wagner Beaumont was a player, a playboy, and a prince of a billionaire.
His masculine scent of patchouli, persimmon, and citrus made her nostrils
flare.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He hadn’t introduced himself, but she’d recognized
him, of course. Not that she’d seen him before in the Beaumont Building, but
from her studying the company website just a few short minutes ago. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Welcoming Committee--ha! Instead, he was the Chief
Biotechnology Officer, in other words, the head of the Biotechnology Division.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">And the way he insultingly had raked his gaze over
her like she was a fresh piece of meat... well! Mr. Super Rich could just...
just go stick it up his rear end!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Then again, she <i>had </i>seen him before. She
remembered reading about Elliot Beaumont and his philandering ways in the
latest issue of <i>People Magazine</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">When the elevator dinged for the seventy-fifth floor,
Claressa waited until the door opened, and then stomped out. What in the world
was she going to do with this “American Beauty” rose that he had given her?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The answer lay straight ahead. Behind a U-shaped desk
area made of the finest red cherrywood, a lone woman sat dressed in grey and
white colors that happened to match the reception area’s décor. From the
woman’s somber expression, it was easy to discern that she was the guard dog
protecting the elder Mr. Beaumont’s privacy. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The sound of Claressa’s heels echoed down the
expensive Italian marble of the flooring. She stepped up to the desk counter.
The woman’s nameplate read: Marnie Otts.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Hi, I’m Claressa Lauriano. Mr. Beaumont’s expecting
me at noon.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She placed the rose in front of the woman. “Would you
like this lovely rose? A... A panhandler gave it to me on the way up here.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Marnie Otts, a rather colorless middle-aged woman
with platinum hair bound into a tight bun, suddenly blushed as pink as a cherry
blossom. “How very kind of you, I’m sure. I do adore roses.” She then pointed
to a closed door to the right of her. “Mr. Beaumont’s expecting you, Ms.
Lauriano. Please, go right in.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></p>
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Theresa thought she'd found the perfect balance between work and love when she married her boss, Henry. But when Henry's ex disappears, leaving her latest boyfriend Scott to care for his baby alone, everything is thrown into chaos once again.
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By day, she takes care of his kids. By night, she takes care of him. <br /><br />
Nanny Theresa is ready to take the next step and marry single father Henry, but love is never as easy as it seems in storybooks. As tensions rise and emotions run high, Theresa and Henry must decide whether their relationship is strong enough to overcome obstacles like an age gap and a jealous ex. <br /><br />
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When Theresa caught up with Henry in the sun-kissed turquoise waters, she jumped on his back, hugging her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist. He managed a few steps, but not many, before losing his balance.
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Together, they splashed into the sea, laughing like children.
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The warm Caribbean water felt wonderful as it enveloped Theresa's body. This felt different from swimming in the pool at Henry's house—which was now her house, too, she realized. Wild to think that, at such a young age, she was now part owner of a home.
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Did that mean she was on the hook for household expenses, like the gas bill and the water bill and... she couldn't even think what else homeowners paid for. She'd never been a homeowner, herself.
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Would she need to get a job? She was so used to Henry being her employer and paying her to be the kids' nanny.
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Now that she was married to Henry, he'd be saving money: he wouldn't have to pay her to look after the boys anymore. Stepmothers didn't get paid for childminding.
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Did this make her a stay-at-home mom?
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Her stomach knotted.
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“Teri?” Henry asked, his voice echoey and distant. “Earth to Teri.”
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She realized she'd been floating on her back in this beautiful blue sea, staring up at the perfect sky while reflecting on earthly matters.
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The water was shallow enough that she could stand, and when she did, her husband came over and wrapped her in a sensual embrace.
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“What's on your mind?” Henry asked.
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As soon as his hot hands touched the sensitive skin of her belly, Theresa forgot about all of her worldly problems...
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;">Blurb:</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial;">A contemporary young woman thinks
she has everything she wants... until a hypnosis session changes her mind... and
her location!<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">SHE NEEDS A
DUKE<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Self-sufficient Elaina Wattell is
on the verge of starting her own hairstyling business. All she needs is a little
monetary help from two men with the last name of Duke. What she gets is “help”
from a friend... and the herb thyme... and a common daisy. This peculiar mix of
items transports her back to in time to 1820. Once there, she meets a duke--a
real duke--and his adorable son. As she adjusts to the different lifestyle of
the nineteenth century, she tries to figure out a way that she can return home.
However, perhaps what she has been looking for all her life is now right before
her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">HE... AND HIS SON... NEED
HER<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Widower Charles Burnley, the
eighth Duke of Wolfeshire, has a void in his life. He wastes his time with his
“Wolfe” Pack, indulging in the excesses of the seven deadly categories of sin:
pride, envy, gluttony, lust, anger, greed, and sloth. However, his young son,
Robert, is in desperate need of a mother. Prepared to interview Society’s
eligible females for a suitable duchess, Charles suddenly finds a most peculiar
young woman has somehow turned up on his estate. Elaina is definitely not an
appropriate choice, but his son is quite taken with her. The more Charles is
around Elaina, the more he becomes quite taken with her as well. Can a
high-in-the-instep duke convince the free-spirited Elaina to become his duchess?
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;">Scene
Set-Up: <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Charles, the Duke of Wolfeshire,
finds a strange interloper putting his son to bed. He questions the
woman.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Arial;">EXCERPT<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: black;">Charles pulled the interloper out
into the hallway. She was a pretty filly, he would give her that, however no
one, <i>no one</i></span><span style="color: black;"> had access to his son that
he--Charles--had not first approved of.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Looking down into her brown
ringed with green eyes, he tightened his hold on her upper arm. “I repeat, who
the devil are you?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The girl had the audacity to look
down her nose at him. “Unhand me, sir!” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">And then she spoiled the severe
effect by grinning. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to use that line. So dramatic.”
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">His nostrils flared. He waited
for her to come to her senses.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Finally, she did. “Okay, you
don’t look amused. So, obviously, you don’t know me. My name is Elaina Wattell.”
She ran her gaze over him, lingering on his face. “I’m assuming your Robbie’s
father?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“His name is Robert, you
brazen-faced baggage.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He watched her lower lip tremble,
then she lifted her hand so that the candle was higher. Now her face was as
equally lit as was his. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“I don’t even know what a
brazen-faced baggage means. But listen, can we sort this all out tomorrow? I’m,
well, truthfully, I’m exhausted. I feel like I’d give my right kidney for a good
night’s sleep.” After staring at him, she then lowered her gaze and mumbled,
“Changing centuries is no way to spend a birthday.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Who in God’s name was this girl?
Her dark hair gleamed in the candlelight, her smooth complexion showed no signs
of ravishes--not by time, disposition, nor chemically harsh cosmetic coverings.
She appeared to advantage in his mother’s simple day gown, however the
inadequate length revealed a comely set of ankles. She had a peculiar accent and
a very odd way with her words.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He yanked on her captured arm. “I
will have my answers now.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Her lips extended mulishly. “I’m
an American. I come from New York, and that is, as you know, very far away. I’m
a hairstylist, what you might call a coiffeuse.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Then, suddenly, she yawned.
“Sorry,” she murmured. “But I did tell you I’m bushed. It’s been quite a
day.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She seemed to be unsteady on her
feet. Charles glanced around the darkened corridor but did not find what he was
seeking: a chair or bench for this girl to rest on. Traveling down the grand
staircase was out of the question; in the condition she was in, she would not be
able to navigate the steps. Plus, if any of his Pack, especially Nome, saw her,
then her dubious virtue might very well be
assaulted.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">No, he would take her to the
sitting room in his bedchamber suite.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Come with me.” He tugged on her
arm and walked toward his sitting room. “You may sit and then answer my
questions.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She almost tripped on her own
feet. “But why can’t we wait until tomorrow? Honestly, the way I feel right now
I might just drop off to sleep standing on my
feet.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He wanted to smile; he found her
complaining to be amusing, but he kept a stern face. “Just another minute and
you can sit on the settee. Here.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He opened the door into the
sitting room. Fortunately the room was already lit with candles and oil
lamps.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She stepped inside and then
headed straight for the satin striped settee. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Nice.” With that word, she sat,
set her head on the back cushion, and closed her
eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“No.” He leaned over and shook
her shoulder. “You are not to sleep here.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She was not listening to him.
Moving as sensuously as any woman he had known in his acquaintance, she wiggled
her way to a more comfortable spot.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Too bad I can’t lie down,” she
huffed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He pulled a chair closer to her
position and then sat in front of her. “No... Miss Wattell, is it? No, you are
not to lie down. You are to answer my questions. All of them. Why are you
here?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She flashed her eyes at him. They
now appeared more brown than green. “I don’t know why. Have you heard of
hypnosis? My girlfriend wanted to try it on me, so she did. I closed my eyes and
then I woke up in the woods. Your woods. Your son... such a cute little boy...
he found me and brought me here.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Her chest rose and fell so
peacefully. She closed her eyes once again. “Please, let me sleep. That’s all
there is to the story. Promise.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He had to shake his head in
disbelief. Here this female was, in the presence of a duke, and all she wanted
of him was to allow her to sleep? Preposterous!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“You mentioned centuries, Miss
Wattell. And a birthday. Whose birthday?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She snuggled in against the back
squabs. “My birthday. I’m twenty-four. Happy birthday to me. Ha.”
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Who gave you permission to play
with my son? To read to him? Sing to him? And even dare to kiss his forehead?
What manner of female are you?” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“I’m a tired female. And you’d be
too if you’d... well, never mind.” She glanced over at him. “Not that you’d be a
female. I just meant being tired.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Why are you wearing the
Dowager’s clothes?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She took a deep breath. “I don’t
have anything else to wear here. No joke. Please let
me...”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Her eyes fluttered closed again,
but this time she was honest and truly gone to the land of
Morpheus.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Happy
Reading!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<br />In Deep with the Nanny</b><div><b>by Giselle Renarde<br />
Series: The Boss and the Nanny<br />
Book: 1</b><br />
<br />
By day, she takes care of his kids. By night, she takes care of him. There are millions of reasons Theresa should keep her paws off single father Henry. For starters, he’s older than she is. In case that’s not enough, she’s been nanny to his boys since their mother ran off. Why does something so wrong feel so right?
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Too bad Henry didn’t take his top off more often—he was fit, no question.
<br /><br />
Did Theresa really just have that thought? Did she really just think to herself, “Wow, my employer’s got a hot body”? She knew she did, and she couldn’t erase it. You can’t un-think a thought like that.
<br /><br />
“What happened to your bathing suit?” he asked. He was looking at her breasts, obviously trying not to, but… yeah, he was pretty much staring at them.
<br /><br />
“Sorry. It was in the basement, and that place is scary at night.”
<br /><br />
Henry smiled.
<br /><br />
“I just wanted some time to myself.”
<br /><br />
“Oh. Oh…” He inched toward the edge of the pool. “And here I am, spoiling your fun.”
<br /><br />
“No, I didn’t mean it like that.” She hopped through the water, grabbing his wrist.
<br /><br />
A spark passed between them, and she knew he’d felt it too by the little noise his throat made.
<br /><br />
She held his wrist even tighter, wanting to keep him in the pool despite her shameful nudity. “I just meant that I’m always watching the boys. I felt like going for a swim alone, when I didn’t have to watch them. Don’t you ever need a minute to yourself?”
<br /><br />
He laughed and rolled his eyes. “That’s an understatement.”
<br /><br />
Theresa didn’t mean to look, but her employer’s pyjama pants were either floating in a really weird way or he had a massive erection. She tried not to stare, but… was that for her? Because she was naked? Oh god, she should feel like pond scum, but instead she felt kind of curious. Kind of proud.
<br /><br />
She followed her employer’s gaze to her bobbing breasts. She took his hands in hers and held them, stepping close enough to feel his tip against her belly. His cock had floated out the slit in his pyjama bottoms, and the head was so red and swollen it made her salivate.
<br /><br />
Tightening her grip on his hands, Theresa said, “You’re still young, Henry. And you’re handsome, too. You’re really handsome. If you asked a girl out, I’m sure she’d say yes.”
<br /><br />
“I don’t have time for dating. It’s work, home, work, home. I’ve got too many obligations. Where would I find the time?”
<br /><br />
She squeezed his hands. Hard. “You have to make time for things you want.”
<br /><br />
He cocked his head and looked her in the eye. “Has anyone ever told you you’re wise beyond your years?”
<br /><br />
Theresa didn’t have time to answer before her lips met his. She wasn’t totally sure whether he’d kissed her or she’d kissed him, but once their tongues were mingling and thrashing it didn’t even matter. This was wrong beyond belief, beyond reason, but if she didn’t give in to the aching throb between her legs she might actually die.
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abducted by an alien?!!<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">THE ENTITLED</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Author: Susanne Marie Knight</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Genre: Science Fiction Romance, Alien Abduction
Romance</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-vertical-align-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;">Blurb:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">After being turned down for
an interstellar mission, Gelsey ends up going anyway when she is abducted by an
alien.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">CHOSEN AS MATE FOR A
POWERFUL ALIEN WARRIOR</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Aspiring astrophysicist
Gelsey Dewitt is having a very bad day. First her professor dumps her in the
middle of a seduction. Then, after a communication from another star system is
received and translated by NASA, most of her student group is chosen to accept
the invitation and will journey to an alien planet... but, alas, not her. As if
that isn’t enough to ruin her day, then she is pursued by a persistent
body-builder type of guy, Zaccheus, who doesn’t take “no” for an answer. When
he offers to show her his secretive home, she inadvertently says “yes”. Then
next thing Gelsey knows is that she wakes up as prisoner in a very strange
place--a place with futuristic furniture, blue-tinged food, identical male
quadruplets who think her feet are tiny, and broad, powerful Zaccheus who seems
to have the hots for her. Where on God’s good Earth is she?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">REFUSED AS MATE BY A PUNY
TERRAN FEMALE</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Proud Brhite Warrior,
Zaccheus of the <i>Fortis Gladius </i>clan, a member of the Entitled ones on
his planet, Brhin Primus, desires to become a Leader for his people. In order
to accomplish his goal, he learns he must choose as mate a female from an
inferior world, Terra. At first repulsed by the idea, he then vows to do what
must be done since this female is foretold to become a savior for his suffering
world. He travels to the lowly Terran planet and, as soon as he spots Gelsey,
he knows she is the one. He does her the very greatest honor of selecting her
for the Treaty of Union, but she... she has the audacity to refuse him, to
reject him. How is Zaccheus supposed to become a Leader for his people and save
Brhin Primus if Gelsey will not become his chosen mate?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;">Scene Set-Up:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Aspiring astrophysicist
Gelsey Dewitt naps on a Hawaiian beach after her class. She wakes up to an odd
feeling of being watched and then notices the body-builder man from yesterday
who had stared at her without restrain. He walks into the bay water and then suddenly
disappears. Worried, she swims out to rescue him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">EXCERPT</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Under
the shade of the hotel’s blue beach umbrella, Gelsey sprawled out on her huge
beach towel. Half in and half out of the bright sunshine, she then napped
intermittently.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">This
really was the life: snuggling on top of golden sands, basking in the warm glow
of the sun, and catching up on her sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She
turned to lay on her back, closed her eyes, and allowed the healing sensations
of sunshine rays to burn into her bikinied body. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">One
of the blessings of this beautiful resort was that she had complete privacy
here, if she so desired. No one, not the hotel guests nor staff would... to
crudely phrase it, “hit” on her in her scarcely dressed state. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The
beach wasn’t crowded; it never was, but murmurs from some nearby sun worshipers
traveled on the gentle breezes. The sounds grew fainter and fainter.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">With
a slight smile on her lips, Gelsey succumbed to the lure of sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">A
dream intruded on her bliss. A nightmare, really. She felt a presence; someone
staring down at her, raking his gaze over her bikini top and triangle bottom. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Her
skin actually tingled. The tiny hairs at the nape of her neck stood on end.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“No,”
she heard herself moan. She turned her head, which then caused her loose hair
to fall across her face.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Maybe
that sensation woke her up because the next second, she rolled up to a sitting
position.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Omigosh,
that had been intense,” she murmured. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Gelsey
rested her arms on top of her bent knees and scanned the waters. A rumble in
her tummy reminded her that lunchtime was close, and then...<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Then
she saw him; she saw the mystery guy from yesterday. The one who had stared so
hard, she’d felt the impact of his gaze. Wearing navy blue baggy swim trunks,
he had his large, bare back and shoulders to her as he walked slowly,
purposefully away from the shore and into the bay. Deeper and deeper. Perhaps
he was headed for the coral reef?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The
warm, turquoise waters eventually reached his shoulder blades, and as she
watched, now up to his thick neck. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Why
wasn’t he swimming? Why--<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Oh
good gosh! He disappeared from sight by sinking below the tropical waters!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Gelsey
stared at the spot where he’d vanished. And then she widened her scope.
Nothing. She saw nothing. That man was nowhere to be found.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She
got to her feet. Not only didn’t she spot this man in the water, but no one on
the beach was looking in that particular direction. No one noticed that he was
gone.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">It
was up to her to rescue him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Running
in the direction she’d last seen him, she then hurriedly splashed into the
refreshing waters. As soon as she was able, she used brisk strokes to swim to
his last position.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She
dove down, spinning around to peer through the crystal blue expanse of the bay,
but nothing but sand and rocks greeted her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Where
was he? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Coming
up for air, she filled her lungs and then dove down again. Squinting her eyes,
she did a 360 and then... yes! There he was, a few feet in front of her, just
hanging in the water like a limp rag doll. His eyes were closed and air bubbles
floated up by his stern, dark head.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">No
time to lose! She curved her arm around his bulldog neck and with him nestled
in the crook of her elbow, she pulled him up, heading for the surface.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Oh
no! What? He fought her! He grabbed her forearm, yanked her away from his neck,
and continued to hold her arm as if she had no strength at all. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">For
the briefest of seconds, she stared into his penetrating, dark eyes. <i>Inhuman
</i>eyes. Then, without meaning to, she lost her supply of air!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">MY FAVORITE GHOST</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Author: Susanne Marie Knight</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Genre: Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Romance</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;">Blurb:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Is it possible to make love to a ghost?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">HIS DREAM COME TRUE</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Billionaire Timothy Bolland Carter is having a very
interesting day... and night. First he finds out that he has a previously
unknown great grandmother, Emaline, who is not only turning one hundred years
old, but who also practices Appalachian Granny Magic. Then, he receives a
wake-up call--literally. A very friendly... and passionate ghost visits his bed
in the dark of the night. He doesn’t know the woman and she doesn’t let herself
be seen. When morning arrives, not only is she gone but there’s absolutely no
way she could have entered or departed from his penthouse apartment. She says
she’s a ghost, but is she really? How can Carter find her again?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">HER WORST NIGHTMARE</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Doctor Gabrielle (Gabby) Rossi has her life on track.
So what if she’s twenty-nine, single, with no special man on the horizon? When
billionaire Timothy Bolland Carter arrives at her medical office to handle a
cyber attack, she ignores him as if he had the plague. This man was responsible
for “knocking up” and abandoning her best friend. But even though she gives him
the cold shoulder, she can’t help but fantasize about indulging in some late
night aerobics... in the privacy of her mind, of course. A couple of intense
dreams later, and then... Wait a minute! How did she get pregnant? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;">Scene Set-Up:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Arriving at the medical offices of Health Solutions 4
Today, cyber security expert Timothy Bolland Carter wanders the hallway in
search of his new client.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">EXCERPT</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Just as Carter was about to walk past an open room to
the right of him, he heard a young voice, begging.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Pease? Pease, Doctor Gabby, can’t you play another
game w’me?” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Intrigued, he leaned against the threshold to peer
inside. Wallpaper the color of a tropical forest impinged on his gaze, complete
with colorful long-billed toucans, beautiful Monarch butterflies, a
slow-as-a-tortoise turtle, and some adorably cute capuchin monkeys. Clever. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">This room looked like it was in the middle of the
Amazon--jungle, not retail center. Stacked against the walls were an assortment
of games, figurines, toy cars, etc. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Carter smiled. Points regained due to this
jungle-themed playroom for Health Solutions 4 Today clients’ children. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Sitting on the grass-styled carpet was a mere wisp of
a girl with tiny pigtails. He’d guess she was only four. She had her hands
clasped against her skinny chest and her lower lip was extended in a pout. Her
small hand patted the game board of the ever-popular Candyland.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Pease,” the little girl beseeched again.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The Doctor Gabby the girl was talking to also sat on
the floor, her very shapely legs stretched out in front of her. With perfect
posture, she regarded her young charge. The woman’s honey brown hair was pulled
up into a bun, revealing a lovely curve of her neck. As for what she was
wearing, he couldn’t tell. A white lab coat covered her outfit. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Her pert mouth beamed in a dazzling smile as she
glanced at the young girl.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">In truth, there was something about the woman that
took his breath away.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“It’s time for us to clean up, Lana.” The woman
suited her actions to her words and then set the game on the stack against the
wall. “There. Now Candyland is ready for the next person to play it. So, give
me your hand and we’ll go back to Ms. Abigail’s office where I’m sure your
mother is waiting for you.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Doctor Gabby gave the little girl a kiss on the
forehead. “We can play Candyland again next time.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Neither of them had seen him yet. From his position
against the threshold, he was an observer, not a participant. He needed to
change the equation so he interrupted. “This playroom makes me want to be a kid
again.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">They both stared at him--him as an intruder. The
little girl, Lana, stared with curious eyes, but Doctor Gabby, well, her grey
eyes widened but not with pleasure. She recognized him; he could tell. Her eyes
narrowed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She got to her feet, brushed down her lab coat, and
then looked at him. “Are you lost?” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">What a delightful introduction! He had to laugh.
“That’s a matter of debate. No, actually I had an appointment with Doctor
Holmes.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She pressed her plump lips together and nodded. “Yes,
Doctor Holmes would’ve been here, but as it happens, his vacation to celebrate
his fortieth wedding anniversary started this morning. By now he and his wife
should be flying over the Pacific. Jack O’Connor will be talking with you.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">An informative and intelligent answer. He nodded
back. “So you know who I am?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">If he wasn’t mistaken, and he wasn’t, her delicate
nostrils flared for a brief second. She was annoyed with him. Actually annoyed.
How very interesting. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Yes,” was all she said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Then Lana pulled on Doctor Gabby’s arm. In response,
the woman picked up the child to carry her. “Let’s get you back to your
mother.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">In effect, he was dismissed. Him, the CEO of a
Fortune 500 company? Unheard of. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">An unusual emotion coursed through him. A yearning. A
desire to be acknowledged by this young woman. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">No. He wasn’t going to let her get away just yet.
Even though her arms were full with a four-year-old child, her right hand was
still free.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He extended his for a shake. “We haven’t been
introduced. I’m Carter with CBP Enterprises.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Her stormy grey eyes narrowed even further. Huffing a
breath, she quickly completed the handshake and then disconnected. “And I’m
Doctor Gabby. If you’ll excuse me, please.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She walked away, carrying little Lana into the
corridor and out of sight. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The next thing he heard was the sound of her voice
floating down the hallway. “Jack, you look like you’ve lost someone. I believe
you’ll find him in the playroom.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Carter grinned. He had to get to know this Doctor
Gabby better.</span></p>
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Rylie's face fell. She asked me what was wrong. I told her nothing was wrong, but I guess she didn't buy that because she immediately started to cry. So I asked her why she was crying, and she said it was because she'd stripped naked and I was still standing there in my coat and boots. If I were genuinely attracted to her, I'd have thrown off my winter gear and attacked her like a lion pouncing on a gazelle.<br /><br />
I told her I don't attack people, no matter how attracted I am to them. <br /><br />
She sniffled and wiped both eyes with the back of her hand. I've got to admit, I liked the way her chest hitched as she whimpered. It was a strangely good look.<br /><br />
I kicked off my boots and unzipped my coat, asking where I should hang it. She'd flung her own jacket over the back of a chair. I couldn't see a closet. <br /><br />
“Just anywhere,” she said, so I piled my coat and hat and mitts on top of my grocery bags on the floor.<br /><br />
Rylie went to the bathroom to blow her nose, and I wandered into the main room. There wasn't much to the place, but I bet she appreciated having a whole apartment to herself, even if it was small. I sometimes miss having my own space, although Chris isn't bad to share a house with. He keeps to himself and I keep to myself. We're good like that.<br /><br />
When Rylie emerged, her hair was a little neater, although it still looked scraggly. She'd put on shiny pink lip gloss that didn't suit her at all, but she was clearly proud of it because she puckered as she approached me.<br /><br />
“You didn't take off your clothes,” she said.<br /><br />
I told her, “Yeah, I'm not likely to.”<br /><br />
She looked hurt again.<br /><br />
She was a small-town girl living in a lonely world, so I asked her, “Have you ever been with a big-city dyke?”<br /><br />
Her eyes went wide. I guess that was my answer.<br /><br />
“Have you ever been with anyone?”<br /><br />
“I'm gay,” she said. Her bottom lip quivered. “You can't tell me I'm not, because I am. I know I am.”<br /><br />
“Nobody's arguing with you,” I said, reaching gently for her arm. Her bare skin felt surprisingly warm, but maybe my hands were just cold from being outside. “I'm trying to figure out how experienced you are, that's all. I know you're gay. You told me you're gay and I believe you. I'm not gonna challenge you on that.”<br /><br />
Okay, so clearly she'd never been to bed with a woman, and she probably hadn't even been to bed with a dude, but if she didn't want to disclose her sexual history, that was fine. <br /><br />
Moving right along.<br /><br />
“How old are you?” I asked.<br /><br />
She mumbled, “Twenty-three.”<br /><br />
Jesus. Twenty-three.<br /><br />
“Cool, cool,” I said, but I'd never been the older party before and it made my stomach clench. I still felt too young to be in this position, but maybe everyone feels that way. I don't know.<br /><br />
She said, “I work. I pay my rent. I'm entirely self-sufficient.”<br /><br />
“Cool, cool,” I repeated, though I had no idea what that had to do with anything. This chick had gone from puppy dog to rottweiler and I wasn't sure why. I guess she felt like I was challenging her, and maybe I was. I probably should have just left, but, again, I didn't want to hurt her feelings. <br /><br />
And, again, she <i>was</i> completely naked.<br /><br />
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Genre: Romantic Suspense;
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<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;">Blurb:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Running from her mother’s
killers, Jean goes into hiding. A chance meeting with a small town’s chief of
police upsets not only her escape plans but also changes her life. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">SHE’S GOT TO RUN</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Up-and-coming New York
fashion designer, Jean, discovers her mother has not only been murdered, but
she had also been leading a life of crime. Whoever killed her mom is now after
Jean. Changing her identity, Jean takes to the road, looking for a place to
hide, a place she can be safe. Midway across the country, she stops to get gas,
and instead gets a second chance. She’s taken under a kind stranger’s
wing--Uncle Nick--and is offered sanctuary at an off the grid cabin. The hitch?
Uncle Nick’s handsome nephew is the chief of police who’s interested in
pursuing the intriguing newcomer.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">HE’S GOT TO STOP HER</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Chief of Police Lawrence
Crenshaw is not only single, he’s sworn off women. With his family history, no
good ever came from a marriage union. Then the mysterious Jean comes to town.
She’s not only trouble, she’s <i>in </i>trouble, but she refuses to confide in
him. Wooing her slowly, he tries to convince Jean that not only can he keep her
safe, but that she belongs by his side. Does a small town cop stand a chance at
love with a New York City gal?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;">Scene
Set-Up:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Police Chief Lawrence
Crenshaw gets a call from his uncle to drive to a gas station because there is
something interesting for him to see. The “something interesting” turns out to
be an intriguing female motorist.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">EXCERPT</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Easing out of the SUV, Captain Lawrence Crenshaw
stood for a moment, adjusted his gun holster on his belt, and then straightened
his sunglasses. Although the time was nearly five o’clock, it was still as hot
as blazes. The dying rays of the Missouri sun seemed to be just as strong as it
had been midday. At this angle, the rays glinted off his golden captain’s
badge. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The woman stared at him; he knew that as surely as if
he could see her eyes. The stare wasn’t a flattering one. Hostile would’ve been
a better word. He felt her antagonism, even at this distance. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The corner of his mouth curved up in amusement, but
then he flattened his lips. Members of the fairer sex typically didn’t look at
him with suspicion. He was more familiar with the greeting of open arms and
yeah, open legs.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He approached the gas pump. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Uncle Nick opened his mouth to speak, but Lawrence
forestalled him. He jabbed his chin in the woman’s direction. “You J. R.
Walters?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Jean. Yes. And you must be Chief Crenshaw. Nice to
meet you.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Feeling ornery, he corrected her. “Captain Crenshaw,
officially.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Her lips thinned. “Right. I’ll be going now.” She
took a step toward her car.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He held up his hand. “Ma’am.” That one word brooked
no argument.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She turned her head in his direction. “Yes?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“You from New Hampshire?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“No.” She cleared her throat. “From New York.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“City?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He lifted an eyebrow. “Is that so? Why the New
Hampshire plates?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The tip of her pink tongue slid over her top lip,
obviously an anxious gesture. Heaven help him, the very sight sent an urge down
below his belt. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She responded, “I recently bought this car from a
friend.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He noted her voice was edged with nervousness. “Where
are you headed?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Her well-formed eyebrows lowered to a vee. “That’s
none of your business... Captain. I just stopped here for gas. Now, if you don’t
mind, I need to be getting on my way.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">During this exchange, Uncle Nick avidly watched like
it was a damn ping-pong match. “Now, Lawrence, don’t be upsettin’ Jeannie so.
She’s not on the lam, hey? Just lookin’ to find a place for the night. Long
drive from New York, eh? Told her no vacancies from here to Ralford City and
plumb beyond, ’cuz of the festival.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">A bead of sweat appeared on the woman’s forehead to
then zigzag a dance down her temple. She swiped it away and then blinked. “Um,
I’ve got to... sit down.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Let’s get you to your car.” Uncle Nick slid his hand
up the firm skin on her arm to then grip her under the armpit. He headed with
her in the direction of her car. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Even with the support, the woman, Jean, stumbled.
“So... sorry,” she mumbled. Her head drooped.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Uncle Nick waved him over. “Give me a hand, Lawrence.
Poor gal’s dead on her feet. Told her she can room with me--just for the night,
y’know. Thought maybe you could convince her I’m just being neighborly, that’s
all. So she’d be reassured.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“No, no.” Jean sagged to the side. Her knees bent.
“No, I’ve got to...”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Whatever the woman had to do would have to wait.
Lawrence scooped her up, one hand under her bare knees and the other around her
small waist. She didn’t weigh much, and truth be told, carrying her was a
pleasurable sensation. His work didn’t usually provide enjoyable duties. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He bit back a grin. <i>Me Tarzan, you Jane, or rather
Jean!</i><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Heaven help him, he honestly couldn’t help spreading
his fingers out along her smooth lower thigh to enjoy more of the feel of her
skin.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She didn’t protest; but then again how could she? She
was out--completely out. Her head lolled against his shoulder like a heavy
weight, and her lips rested against the thick cord of his neck. He felt her hot
breath on his skin.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Hell. He couldn’t help the sear of desire wiggling
down his spine.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">But this beauty was just a temporary diversion--a
blip on the radar. He had no need for any complications in his life. Or rather,
any <i>more </i>complications in his life. Not from New York. Not from New
Hampshire. Not even from Missouri. Not for a minute. His plate was not only
full, it was overflowing.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He
turned to his uncle, now by his side. “Now what, Uncle Nick? Tell me, what have
you gotten me into this time?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Happy Reading!</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">AN UNUSUAL MASQUERADE</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Author: Susanne Marie Knight</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;">Blurb:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">An ancient time mechanism is
accidentally activated, sending modern-day Helene back to 1813.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">TIME FOR A CHANGE</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Newly divorced Helene
Madison is at a low point. No hubby, no job, no life. Ever hopeful, she accepts
a temporary gig as a bikini bunny for a water photo shoot aboard a
billionaire’s yacht. Maybe her luck will change. After the owner shows her an
ancient device discovered on a shipwreck, she touches one of the bronze gears.
Disoriented, she trips and falls into the cold waters of the Atlantic. As she
sinks deeper and deeper she wonders if her ticket’s been punched, or will she
get the second chance she wished for?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">TIME TO TAKE A CHANCE</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Basil Walker, Lord
Hungerford, convalescing from an injury, accepts an invitation from the Duke of
Eversham to take a jaunt on his schooner, <i>Tempus Fugit,</i> Times Flies. The
Duke asks Basil if he would like to participate in an experiment dealing with
time. Basil thinks his friend barmy but agrees. Why not take a chance? After
all, nothing could possibly happen. All at once, both men see a figure bobbing
in the vast ocean--a beautiful woman clad in tiny scraps of material. Can this
“mermaid” actually originate from another time?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;">Scene Set-Up:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Working as a bikini bunny
for a water photo shoot aboard a yacht, Helene Madison touches an ancient
device and then falls into the ocean. She wakes up disoriented and in a strange
bedroom.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Arial;">EXCERPT</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Helene
inhaled deeply. The distinctive scents of lemons and lavender filled her nose.
Clean, fresh, comforting... <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Wait!
Her last memory was of her being captured by the sea. She’d been wet, cold, and
choking.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial;">Omigosh! Where in the world am I?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">With
more than a bit of trepidation, she opened her eyes. Okay, she rested on a bed
in an airy room and was covered by heavy blankets. Well, thank heavens for
that. She still felt cold from her unexpected plunge into the ocean waters. To
her left, she spotted a window with the drapes pulled aside, allowing sunshine
in. To her right were a few chairs, bureaus, and tables. Every piece of
furniture seemed to match in color and style. All in all, it was a feminine
room. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Wow.
Did yachts have such elaborately designed and roomy bedrooms? Fireplaces, too?
She supposed the answer was yes because where else could she possibly be but on
the kazillionaire’s pleasure vessel? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She
recalled more of her memory. That handsome man who rescued her had said the
ship was ahead. He’d told her she was safe. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She
believed him. She had nothing to fear. As soon as the yacht docked, she would
grab her beachbag, change into her street clothes, and then she’d head for
home. Yawning, she raised her arms up and stretched in the comfortable bed. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial;">Omigosh!</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial;"> Instead of bare arms
she saw white sleeves. She threw back the covers to see that she was dressed in
an elegant nightgown. Made of soft translucent cotton, the gown had a scooped
neckline bordered with a flounce of the same material. Someone had exquisite
taste in nightwear!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The
air was a bit too chilly so she quickly pulled the covers back up to keep warm.
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Obviously
someone had taken her bathing suit off and put this nightgown on her, but who?
Fingers crossed it was her friend, Charlene. Or at least one of the other
women. The thought of a strange man taking liberties...<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">She
shuddered.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Hearing
a noise at the door, Helene lay back against the pillow and waited. Once she
saw who the visitor was, she’d ask questions--<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Let
us see if our mermaid is awake, what?” An older man with pure white hair slowly
walked into the room. He then stopped and turned around. “My housekeeper
informed me that our guest has been sleeping the whole of the night. Dash it
all, I am concerned about that slip of a gel.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Oh!
Helene took a peek at him but he was unfamiliar. She hadn’t seen him before.
Panic flooded her veins. She quickly closed her eyes to feign sleep. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Who
was he? He sounded like an English gentleman. Dressed like an aristocrat from
days gone by, too. What he just said didn’t make sense. She’d slept the whole
night? This was the next morning? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Where
in the world <i>was </i>she?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">About
to sit up and ask that question, she heard another male voice. Younger sounding
but still British.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“No
need for alarm, sir. No doubt the aroma of your cook’s buttered scones will awaken
the baggage soon enough.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">With
difficulty, she kept her eyes closed but her nostrils flared. Baggage? That
certainly wasn’t a flattering description. Ooh, she wanted to--<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">“Perhaps
we should wait outside for her to awaken,” the older man mused. “We should not
be in here. All the world knows ‘tis improper to visit a lady in her
bedchamber.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The
younger man huffed a brief laugh. “If I may dispel your concern, sir. One, this
female is not a lady. How can she be, dressing in a revealing manner that is as
close to nature as is possible? And two, to be precise, this is not her
bedchamber but yours, as you are the master of Eversham Hall.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Helene
felt the flood of adrenaline flow through her veins. Not normally combative,
she suddenly desired nothing more than to pummel that condescending man into
the ground.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Snapping
open her eyes, she quickly sat up in bed, keeping the blankets up to cover
anything that might be considered “revealing”. She glared at the two men. “I
think you both better leave.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Happy Reading!</span></p>
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<br /><b>
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by Giselle Renarde</a></b><br /><br />
Late nights by a roaring fire, star-gazing with the cute park ranger, lazing around the balmy beach—sounds like a perfect summer vacation, doesn’t it? Cherry loves camping so much she doesn’t even mind spending a week with her parents. Anyway, camping is kind of their family tradition.
<br /><br />
That’s why Cherry’s so upset when her father invites his recently-divorced friend, Phil, along. A geeky guest intruding on their vacation? Not fair!
<br /><br />
But when Phil arrives at the campground… WOW! Was he always so cool? No, definitely not. When she was younger, Phil had been just another dorky dude. Now he’s stylish and fun and even pretty hunky! Divorce suits him nicely, as far as Cherry’s concerned.
<br /><br />
Phil is the last man in the world who should turn Cherry’s head, but that makes their love so much tastier. The forest isn’t big enough to keep these two apart… even if they’re totally wrong for each other.
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“Why don’t you sit here on my towel?” Cherry asked. “You can put on sunblock for me.”
<br /><br />
“Oh, I…” Phil’s face turned bright red, zero to crimson. “I don’t think I… I’ll just get sand in it, then you’ll be itchy all day.”
<br /><br />
Cherry looked out over the water. She’d lost sight of her mother. “You don’t want me to burn, do you?”
<br /><br />
He didn’t answer. That’s when she knew she had him in her snare. She felt ridiculously guilty as she handed him the sunblock, because she knew this was wrong, but she kind of didn’t care. And, somehow, feeling bad for tempting Phil made her feel good about herself. It didn’t make any sense, but that’s how she felt.
<br /><br />
Phil’s body heat blazed against her back as he knelt behind her. “Do you think you could…?”
<br /><br />
She glanced over her shoulder to catch him fumbling with the sunblock. “Do I think I could…?”
<br /><br />
He chuckled, red-faced, like he was scared of her or something. “Just lift your ponytail so I can get your back?”
<br /><br />
“Oh.” She giggled, even though she wasn’t usually that kind of girl. “Yeah, sure.”
<br /><br />
Twisting her rope of sandy-brown hair around her hand, she held it in a fist on top of her head. She felt like a pin-up girl in this position: kneeling on a towel, the sun glinting off the golden beach, toasting her skin. Her nipples peaked as she stuck out her chest. There weren’t any boys her age around, not that she could see. Just families building sandcastles and playing in the water.
<br /><br />
“I forgot my raft.”
<br /><br />
“Hmm?” Phil still hadn’t worked up the courage to touch her. “What did you forget?”
<br /><br />
“My blow-up raft.”
<br /><br />
“For a second there, I thought you were going to say blow-up doll.” His slick palms landed firmly on her shoulders.
<br /><br />
“Eww! Yeah right, like I’d have one of those.”
<br /><br />
He must have forgotten he was afraid of her, because he rubbed the sunblock in pretty forcefully. “I guess if you’re desperate enough…”
<br /><br />
“What about you, Phil?” Cherry tugged on her ponytail so hard it hurt. “Are you desperate enough to fuck a blow-up doll?”
<br /><br />
“Cripes, Cherry!” It sounded like he was choking on her name. “Next time warn me when you’re about to say something like that.”
<br /><br />
“What?” She shrugged, bouncing his hands against her shoulders. “We’re all adults, here.”
<br /><br />
“Adults have a little decorum when discussing their sex lives.” His hands landed flat against her back, one on either side of her spine. “They’re not crass about these matters.”
<br /><br />
“Sure they are—well, some are. Maybe not you or my parents, but some people aren’t ashamed about being horny. Sex is totally natural. I hate it when people act like you’re evil or whatever just because you like screwing.”
<br /><br />
Phil’s hands slid down Cherry’s back, tracing creamy lotion almost all the way to her ass. He stopped when his fingers met her bikini bottoms, and turned his hands so his palms pressed into the small of her back…
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Get romance novel excerpts delivered to you!</div>Giselle Renardehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15955755448116234634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38482047.post-25328886481395267172022-06-13T01:00:00.001-04:002022-06-13T01:00:00.174-04:00Too Big for the House - Warrior Priest by Kate Hill #sciencefictionromance<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKN7IDGifUVJeEiEqeOcTWXFo0rVXjo3Vw56kpYnYcNL_zwKCljNBVUbWV0X1XTMa4aIz6S5-jZ5QaxQB5hTqeQU3JNdSUgVCgmJT618NVnueoaoLi7Tms_pulyWbNsAheASQEtUCUidNF74A7Sl23eEf_MLl-8nQzwwYljaQIr-LYCCPExQ/s1280/KateHill_WarriorPriest_lrg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKN7IDGifUVJeEiEqeOcTWXFo0rVXjo3Vw56kpYnYcNL_zwKCljNBVUbWV0X1XTMa4aIz6S5-jZ5QaxQB5hTqeQU3JNdSUgVCgmJT618NVnueoaoLi7Tms_pulyWbNsAheASQEtUCUidNF74A7Sl23eEf_MLl-8nQzwwYljaQIr-LYCCPExQ/s320/KateHill_WarriorPriest_lrg.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><b>Warrior Priest</b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">by Kate Hill</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Science Fiction Romance</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>Blurb:</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">What happens when a warrior priest from a strict religion
meets a free-spirited priestess from a new age commune?</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Jade and Selena are as different as two people can be, but
to facilitate an alliance between their worlds, they engage in a cultural
exchange. With their galaxy in danger from a planet that wants to conquer or
destroy all others, they realize the importance of their assignment, but it is
difficult for a warrior priest and a nonviolent priestess to understand each
other.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Selena is both attracted and appalled by his old school
masculinity, and Jade is tempted to break his vow of celibacy until marriage
due to his powerful desire for her. Will this unlikely pair not only find
common ground, but unconditional love?</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>Excerpt:</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">At six feet three inches with a large build, Jade often
considered his cell at the temple cramped. During his travels, he’d lived in caves,
cottages, tents, and mud huts. He had even endured a Kimbrian prison camp. Still, he wasn’t
fully prepared for Selena’s little house.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“It used to be a caravan,” she said.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">They removed their boots, left them on a rubber mat, and
hung their coats on hooks near the entrance.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Ned and Rayne helped me renovate it so that I’d have a
little more space.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Ned?”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes. Before joining the commune, he was a builder. Well, he
still is. He’s been in charge of building many of our shelters and clinics all
over Neidress. He’s super talented and smart.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“I got that feeling.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“He’s also great with his hands. He can build just about
anything.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s a little surprising,” Jade admitted, picturing the
plump, bookish priest.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“I know, right?” Selena chuckled. “It’s said that looks can
be deceiving. Come on. I’ll put some wood on the stove. It’s freezing.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">While Selena walked to a small, old-fashioned iron stove
toward the center of the house, Jade glanced around. The caravan was made for
efficiency, but it had an almost storybook charm. It fit Selena perfectly, but Jade felt too
big for the house.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“It’ll heat up fast in here.” Selena stood and brushed wood
chips off her clothes.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s a guarantee.” Jade smiled and stepped closer to take
her in his arms.</p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><b>One sale for $0.99 until June 30, 2022 at <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1087232">Smashwords</a> and <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Warrior-Priest-Kate-Hill-ebook/dp/B096BGK6RM/">Amazon</a></b></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Dk_5qF8YHH5xOiEC-hQ0zE0BIEeijYXdbKU0m5wgefOSZo9-XcQaLeRtaie4W36tb2KXEJrpqGPAFB6v07eoJh8jdbBHTHbkv6BbCdBB_zTFBT6HZDabmfG-xDq-3kRT77209uzT29eR9H_gYieADQXoYFnj8jZzPEtEqtEbpaWP_Oereg/s500/KateHill2017-500x500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Dk_5qF8YHH5xOiEC-hQ0zE0BIEeijYXdbKU0m5wgefOSZo9-XcQaLeRtaie4W36tb2KXEJrpqGPAFB6v07eoJh8jdbBHTHbkv6BbCdBB_zTFBT6HZDabmfG-xDq-3kRT77209uzT29eR9H_gYieADQXoYFnj8jZzPEtEqtEbpaWP_Oereg/w200-h200/KateHill2017-500x500.jpg" width="200" /></a></b></div><b><br />Author Bio:</b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Kate Hill is a vegetarian New Englander who started writing
many years ago for pleasure.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, watching horror
and action movies, working out, and spending time with her family and pets.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><b>Social Links:</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Website: <a href="https://kate-hill.com/">https://kate-hill.com/</a><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Blog: <a href="https://kate-hill.com/blog/">https://kate-hill.com/blog/</a><o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 63.0pt;">Amazon: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Kate-Hill/e/B002BLS7OW">https://www.amazon.com/Kate-Hill/e/B002BLS7OW</a><o:p></o:p></p>
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Eric's career in humanitarian relief makes him college-girl catnip, and his good looks and hot body only sweeten the deal. <br /><br />Eric doesn’t often visit, but after catching his wife with a younger man he doesn’t know where to turn for consolation. Stacy does her best to cheer him up, but no amount of daughterly compassion is going to heal his bruised ego. He needs a special woman to lick his wounds. <br /><br />Too bad nobody warned Savannah that Eric would bring more baggage than she'd bargained for... <br /><br /><b>Excerpt:</b><br /><br />“I’m not going to the hospital.” <br /><br />“Yes you are,” Eric replied simply. But instead of pulling off his pajama pants and pulling on his jeans, he collapsed beside her on the couch. “Just give me five more minutes.” <br /><br />She sighed and reached again for the remote, this time with more care. “See?” she said, turning down the volume. “As long as I don’t move too quickly, I’m fine. I’ll just put another round of ice on my ankle and in the morning I’ll be healed.” <br /><br />Eric’s eyes popped wide open at the mention of ice. “You know, that’s not a bad idea.” Pressing both hands down on the couch, he pushed himself up and hobbled to the kitchen. He sighed as he opened the freezer. The cold seemed to revive him. He brought the tray out and snapped it back and forth before dumping the ice into a metal mixing bowl. Even before leaving the kitchen, he picked up one piece and traced it along the base of his jaw and down his neck. “That’s better,” he said. “Nothing like ice dripping down your neck to wake a guy up.” <br /><br />“If you say so.” Savannah chuckled. “That’s never been my game.” <br /><br />He brought the ice to the TV room and sat on the coffee table before placing the metal bowl on her ankle. She flinched, but she didn’t move her foot away. Anything so unnerving must be a help. <br /><br />“How does that feel?” Eric teased. <br /><br />“Like hell.”<br /><br />He moved the bowl from her ankle and set it on top of a magazine. From it, he swiped a single cube. Savannah cringed as she watched it coming for her, but when the ice made contact with her skin, she was surprised it wasn’t painfully cold. If anything, it tickled.<br /><br />“How about this?” Eric asked, tracing the cube around her slightly swollen ankle. “How does this feel?” <br /><br />The ice melted quickly between his fingers and her flesh. Droplets of water trickled down her foot and dripped from her heel onto the throw pillow underneath. <br /><br />“Good,” she said. To her surprise, it was true. “It feels really good, actually.” <br /><br />“What if I do this?” Eric asked, picking up a fresh cube and tracing it up the inside of her calf. Shifting her robe aside, he circled it around her knee before drawing it slowing up her thigh. The cold made her tremble now. She felt its effects more between her legs than she had against her ankle. A whole line of water droplets tumbled down her inner thigh, soaking the terrycloth beneath her. She knew where he was going with this, and she wanted to show him she was on board. <br /><br />Savannah untied her belt and let her robe fall open at the front. Her breasts were warm and soft with sleep. “Do my tits,” she bid. “With the ice. Make them hard.” <br /><br />A churlish grin bled upon Eric’s pink lips. “You want me to?”</blockquote><br /><br />Buy your copy now from Amazon ebook: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B1N1942J?tag=dondes-20">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B1N1942J?tag=dondes-20</a><br />Hardcover: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B1B7CRB7?tag=dondes-20">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B1B7CRB7?tag=dondes-20</a><br /><br />Smashwords: <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1147896?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1147896?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica</a><br />Google Play: <a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=WVxwEAAAQBAJ">https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=WVxwEAAAQBAJ</a><br />Kobo: <a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/stacy-s-dad-has-got-it-going-on-3">https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/stacy-s-dad-has-got-it-going-on-3</a><br /><br />Chapters Indigo: <a href="https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/stacys-dad-has-got-it/9781005478988-item.html">https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/stacys-dad-has-got-it/9781005478988-item.html</a><br /><br />And here is the Universal Book Link for more retailers: <a href="http://books2read.com/StacysDad">http://books2read.com/StacysDad</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Romance Excerpts Only, a unique way to find new authors.
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Joey had never been with another guy until he met Greg. Now Greg’s teaching Joey a thing or two... about golf. When Remi the resort instructor tries to take over, Joey’s caught in the middle. He can’t escape these hot and dominant men. When they get Joey behind the tree line, all he can do is surrender to their lust. </span><br /><br /><div class="productGeneral biggerText" id="productDescription"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: #141414; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-size: 16px;">Buy Now from Amazon: </span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B1JQPP8V?tag=dondes-20" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none;">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B1JQPP8V?tag=dondes-20</a><br style="caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: #141414; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-size: 16px;">Smashwords: </span><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1147744?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none;">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1147744?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica</a><br style="caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: #141414; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-size: 16px;">Google Play: </span><a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=r-1vEAAAQBAJ" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none;">https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=r-1vEAAAQBAJ</a><br style="caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: #141414; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-size: 16px;">Kobo: </span><a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/hole-in-one-24" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none;">https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/hole-in-one-24<br /></a><br /></div><div class="productGeneral biggerText" id="productDescription"><br /></div><div class="productGeneral biggerText" id="productDescription"><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">EXCERPT:</span></span><br /><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Greg’s voice was thin and high when he offered Joey’s golf club to Remi. “I guess you’ll be wanting this back, huh?”</span></span><br /><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Remi grabbed the club, but he didn’t look angry or upset. In fact, he even laughed at the condom Greg had lovingly wrapped over the grip. “This is a novel idea, boys.”</span></span><br /><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">With a nervous chuckle, Greg said, “Yeah, thanks.”</span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">“Why don’t you take a seat over by your friend’s face, huh?” Remi grabbed the lube and drizzled even more down Joey’s ass crack. “I think I can take it from here.”</span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Joey heard himself whimper, but his embarrassment melted away when Greg eased down in front of him on the mossy rock. The sight of that purple-headed monster made him moan, and he didn’t feel ashamed of that noise at all.</span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">“I want you to suck your friend’s dick, Joey.”</span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">He turned his head just in time to see Remi lifting the golf club, angling it, aiming it right at his waiting ass. Gulping, he squeaked, “Okay.”</span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Right away, Greg smacked the side of Joey’s head. “Friend? I thought I was more than just a friend.”</span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">“You are!” Joey stammered, feeling like the monkey in the middle.</span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Greg held his hard-on by the base, flicking it at Joey’s lips. “Prove it.”</span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">When Joey tasted Greg’s salty-sweet precum on his lips, that was the end. He opened his mouth, wrapping it around Greg’s pulsing cockhead, and he sucked.</span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Groaning, Greg ran a hand through Joey’s hair. “Oh yeah. Oh fuck that’s good, Joey. Keep going.”</span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Those words of encouragement urged him to suck harder, and he did. He sucked that mushroom tip with all his might, so hard Greg hissed and pushed his head away. “Too much, dude. Not so hard.”</span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">“Sorry,” Joey said, feeling his neck and his ears glowing with humiliation.</span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">He was about to try again when Greg palmed his forehead. “Nah, nah, not yet. You gotta kiss it better first.”</span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">From behind, Remi chuckled. The deep rumble of Remi’s voice thundered through Joey’s gut, making his dick jump against his belly.</span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span><br /><span face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14px;">“Yeah, kiss it,” Remi taunted, like he was on Greg’s team now, like they’d planned this encounter. “Kiss your boyfriend’s dick.” </span></span></div><br />*** <div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: #141414; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-size: 16px;">Buy Now from Amazon: </span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B1JQPP8V?tag=dondes-20" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none;">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B1JQPP8V?tag=dondes-20</a><br style="caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: #141414; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-size: 16px;">Smashwords: </span><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1147744?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none;">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1147744?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica</a><br style="caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: #141414; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-size: 16px;">Google Play: </span><a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=r-1vEAAAQBAJ" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none;">https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=r-1vEAAAQBAJ</a><br style="caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: #141414; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-size: 16px;">Kobo: </span><a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/hole-in-one-24" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none;">https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/hole-in-one-24<br /></a><br style="caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: #141414; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-size: 16px;">Find more retailers with the Universal Book Link: </span><a href="http://books2read.com/WeddingHeat7" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none;">http://books2read.com/WeddingHeat7</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Romance Excerpts Only, a unique way to find new authors.
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“Husband?” Sandy cried. <div> <br />He tried to pull his hands away from her chest, but Helena had the reflexes of a cougar. She grabbed his wrists and held him in position. His expression revealed hurt. Was she grasping his wrists with too much force, or was it the emotional jab of finding out she was married? <br /><br /></div><div>
“You didn’t tell me you had a husband.”<br /><br /></div><div>
“Why else would I be wearing a wedding ring?” she asked in an attempt to lighten the mood. <br />
When she nodded to her left hand, his gaze followed. She felt a little guilty, holding him hostage to her cleavage, but it was important the boy understood that she needed him. <br /><br /></div><div>
“Don’t worry, sweet thing, he isn’t the jealous type.”<br /><br /></div><div>
“I would be.” <br /><br /></div><div>
A surge of adrenaline or some such hormone seemed to course through Sandy's body. Helena witnessed the changed in his demeanour. He squeezed her breasts together without her insistence. He moulded them with his fingers, like a sculptor with clay. <br /><br /></div><div>
But touching was no longer enough for Sandy. He dove face-first into her cleavage, pressing his smooth boy-cheeks against her flesh. It felt so incredible, Helena was tempted to throw her head back in amazement, but if she did, she couldn’t watch as his beautiful face caressed her skin.<br /><br /></div><div>
“You like them?” she asked. <br /><br /></div><div>
As soon as the words had passed through her lips, she felt adolescent. A grown woman shouldn’t be so needy.<br /><br /></div><div>
“Yeah,” Sandy replied as he burrowed into her cleavage. </div></blockquote><div><br />
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A First Time for Everything</b><br />
by Giselle Renarde<br />
Series: The Lesbian Diaries<br />
Book: 7<br />
Word Count: 38,000<br />
Ebook ISBN: 9781005962371<br />
PRINT ISBN: 9798201430658<br /><br /><i>
Maggie has just started her first year at university, but living at home is cramping her style. When she meets another student commuter, it's clear that Patience is looking for more than just a study buddy. Maggie isn't attracted to her fellow student, but when Patience brings her home to a nudist household, she can't control her desires. How many good-looking girls can Maggie get with before Patience finds out? And what will she do when her world of lust comes crashing down around her?
</i><br /><br /><blockquote>Staying at home for university wasn't my first choice. It was actually kind of my last choice, right up there with not going to university at all. I wish I had enough money to pay the dorm expenses. Or I wish my parents did. Living with other people my age would be amazing. Living with my parents... not so much.<br /><br />
My parents aren't ogres or anything. They're fine, I guess. It's not like we fight much. We squabble a bit, about little things. I'm just ready to get out from under their wings. I am an adult, after all. I don't need my mother tidying my bedroom when I'm not home. Sometimes she finds things she probably wishes she hadn't.<br /><br />
One time when my mom was doing my laundry, she came across a sticky note someone had stuck on my back—at school, I'm assuming. I was still in high school, at this point. <br /><br />
The sticky note said LESBIAN in big letters. <br /></blockquote><b>
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He survived a wild youth and grew up strong. The only thing missing from his life is that one special guy to tilt his world. A man to walk beside him without playing head games with him.</b></p><p><b>With nowhere else to go, Memphis Wheeler knocked on the door of a former cellmate and found the refuge he’d been promised. His spirit is wounded, and he needs a place to rest and recover from years of physical abuse. He worries he’ll never be able to allow another man to touch him again. </b></p><p><b>When Jake meets his buddy’s houseguest, he’s instantly drawn to the shy, retiring younger man. Memphis doesn’t say much and seems skittish around him, yet when Jake proposes they participate in a road rally, Memphis agrees to be his navigator. But there’s no timed course to traverse to reach the future Jake envisions with Memphis. It’ll take patience and understanding to help Memphis to move on from his past and say yes to more than an afternoon together. </b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>EXCERPT</b></p><p><b> “What is going on, Memphis?”</b></p><p><b>There wasn’t one fucking thing going on except that instead of panic, he felt a surge of annoyance at Jake for pushing at him. “Let. Go. Of. My. Hand.”</b></p><p><b>Jake released him. “Maybe you’ll let me hold your hand when they can’t chaperone, huh?”</b></p><p><b>He took a step back and finished ripping open the envelope. The man said to divide the money. He took fifty for himself and handed the envelope back to Jake. “And don’t argue with me about the split. I don’t want to hear it.”</b></p><p><b>“I wouldn’t dream of. I think I’ve crossed a few too many of your boundaries for one afternoon.”</b></p><p><b>So he recognized that, did he? They were both still standing. Jake because his transgressions were minor and himself because… </b></p><p><b>He liked Jake.</b></p><p><b>Admitting that was a risk. The sky could fall or something equally nasty occur, but it hadn’t happened yet. </b></p><p><b>“Okay, Jake. Let me tell Logan I’ll be home later, and we can go get me a phone and you can buy me something non-alcoholic and fizzy.”</b></p><p><b>Jake side-stepped him and waved his arm. “Logan! I’ll have him home before midnight.” </b></p><p><b>Before Memphis could protest, Jake grasped his elbow and pulled him towards the car. Logan took two steps in his direction before Mick stopped him. Memphis waved and smiled, mouthing “it’s okay” at the guys. </b></p><p><b>He was going to have some explaining to do when Jake finally took him home. </b></p><p><b>Jake opened the car door for him, again. He flashed him a smile and dropped into the passenger seat. </b></p><p><b>“Where are we going for this phone,” Jake asked as he started the engine.</b></p><p><b>“Cheapest place in town, please. I need to start small until I actually get a job.” That was embarrassing to admit, but he didn’t have a choice. His small allowance from the government wouldn’t go far or continue for too many months. </b></p><p><b>Jake put the car in gear and headed toward Centerville. “I think I know where to go.”</b></p><p><b>In only a few minutes they arrived at a shopping center with a big box store on the north end located on the outskirts of town. An hour later, Memphis had a basic phone and a cheap monthly plan. He pushed buttons as Jake guided him back to the Camaro. It didn’t have many frills, but it would do.</b></p><p><b>He leaned against the car as Jake fished his keys out of his pocket. “Thanks, Jake. Tell me your number and you can be my first contact and call.”</b></p><p><b>Jake unlocked the car door and straightened. He put his hands on Memphis’s shoulders and closed the distance between them. His focus on his new toy, Memphis realized his intention a split-second too late. He licked his lips to speak but never got the words out as Jake’s lips touched his. </b></p><p><b>Everything inside him froze. Blinding white panic welled up inside him but bled away as Jake’s soft lips moved over his. He inhaled sharply, breathing in the scent of the man beneath his soft musky cologne. Jake’s heat reached him a moment before his arms drew him into a loose embrace. He did the only thing he could do. He kissed Jake back. </b></p><p><b>Fear that he’d forgotten how to kiss flashed through him. He hadn’t. How could he? He touched his tongue to Jake’s lower lip, tasting mint. Surprise and joy streaked along his nerve endings as Jake jerked. He rested his hands at Jake’s waist and leaned in closer. Jake held him tighter.</b></p><p><b>Sanity reared its ugly head. Memphis pulled away and sucked air down into his burning lungs. Reluctant to give up Jake’s warmth, he rested his forehead on his shoulder. Jake didn’t move or speak. </b></p><p><b>Here was a respite, a moment of peace inside surreal clarity. He slid his hands up Jake’s sides, pulled him even closer, and relaxed against him. </b></p><div style="text-align: left;"><b>MEMPHIS<br />Book 2 of the Centerville Muscle series<br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><b>Amazon: <a href="http://amazon.com/Memphis-KC-Kendricks-ebook/dp/B081LNM58K">amazon.com/Memphis-KC-Kendricks-ebook/dp/B081LNM58K</a></b></div><div><b>iTunes/Apple: <a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1488239233">https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1488239233</a></b></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Booksellers link: <a href="https://books2read.com/u/mqDPEQ">https://books2read.com/u/mqDPEQ</a></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>KC Kendricks</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My home on the web- Between the Keys: <a href="http://kckendricks.blogspot.com">http://kckendricks.blogspot.com</a></b></div><div><b>Visit my bookshelf at: <a href="https://kckendricks.blogspot.com/p/the-bookshelf-of-kc-kendricks-and-rayne.html">https://kckendricks.blogspot.com/p/the-bookshelf-of-kc-kendricks-and-rayne.html</a></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Social media links:</b></div><div><b><a href="http://twitter.com/kckendricks">twitter.com/kckendricks</a></b></div><div><b><a href="http://pinterest.com/kckendricks/boards">pinterest.com/kckendricks/boards</a></b></div><div><b><a href="http://instagram.com/kc_kendricks">instagram.com/kc_kendricks</a></b></div><div><b><a href="http://facebook.com/kckendricks">facebook.com/kckendricks</a></b></div><div><b>Life through the eyes of my black Lab, Greenbrier Smokey Deuce: <a href="http://deucesday.blogspot.com">deucesday.blogspot.com</a></b></div><div><b>My country life at Holly Tree Manor: <a href="http://hollytreemanor.blogspot.com">hollytreemanor.blogspot.com</a></b></div><div><b>Snips and clips on my YouTube channel: KC Kendricks Between the Keys</b></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Romance Excerpts Only, a unique way to find new authors.
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Snake Shifter Short Romance</i><br />by Giselle Renarde<br />
Word Count: 7,000<br />
ISBN: 9781005234263<br />
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When Racine finds out her lover of the past four years is married with kids, her world crumbles. She'll never find another love. Life is closing in on her. The years are catching up. But, when Racine burns every belonging her ex left at her house, the fire attracts a creature that scares her stiff. Racine's never been a fan of snakes, but when Boh transforms before her eyes, she's willing to make an exception. Can she ever hope to trust another man? And, even if she does, how can she possibly share her life with a snake?
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“Going back to him is not an option,” said that deep, masculine voice in the darkness.<div><br />
Racine felt a tickle across her bare foot. When she looked down, a garter snake glided effortlessly across her toes. She screamed, dropping the hose, and accidentally kicked the snake into the air. In the darkness, its black skin shimmered orange with firelight.<br /><br /></div><div>
She stumbled backwards, tripping over the hose and falling flat. Her wet clothes adhered to her skin like they’d been glued on, but she couldn’t steal her gaze away from the snake caught mid-air. <br /><br /></div><div>
Was it stuck in a spiderweb, or something? How was it doing that, floating there?<br /><br /></div><div>
And then, as the lawn held her down, something unbelievable happened: the snake… changed. At first, she couldn’t tell what was going on. It grew bigger, wider, thicker, and as it did so, its form altered considerably. The snake became more than just a snake. It sprouted arms, sprouted legs. The tail remained a tail, of sorts, except it moved to the front and… oh! Racine felt awfully naughty when she realized she was staring unapologetically at a cock.<br /><br /></div><div>
Her gaze darted up the man’s form, stumbling over rippling abs and a hard chest. His skin was as dark as could be—much darker than hers—but it lost the characteristic glimmer of a snake’s. Standing before her was a man, no question. A naked man—no question about that, either.<br /><br /></div><div>
“What… who…” Racine skittered away from the stranger, her hands and feet slipping against the wet grass. “Is this for real?”</div></blockquote><div><br /><br />
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hair and face with annoying insistence. Fire-breathing Volcano Goddess! He
wiped his cheek and batted at the pestering whatever. The licking stopped.
Keoke pulled the sheet over his head and returned to sleep, enjoying the soft
mattress, but the nagging feeling of being watched made him open his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">He tossed away the sheet, sat up on the bed
and froze.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">At the foot of the bed, three sets of round
blue eyes stared at him from three white and silver-gray furry faces, and one
pink tongue still hanging between unusually long fangs. Keoke’s heartbeat
accelerated to the tempo of a wahine’s hips in a Tahitian circle. He glanced
around for an escape. He was inside a dome made of blue glass, with no windows
or doors. Daylight filtered in through the translucent material. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">He reminded himself to breathe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">“Tibeta is a Smilodon.” The lovely woman,
with diaphanous robes flowing down to her ankles, appeared from nowhere at the
edge of the dome, as if she’d walked through the wall.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Keoke did a double take. She was
breathtaking, with flowing, coppery hair, bare shoulders, and wonderful curves
in all the right places. A blue sword hung from her hip. And she spoke Galactic
standard. Good. That would facilitate communications.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">The apparition smiled as she glided toward
him on sandaled feet. “This large cat species is extinct on most planets.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Keoke patted his belt for a blade or a gun
and only touched skin. He scanned the space for a weapon. Not even a boot to
throw, or a bed-lamp to wield as a stick. And he was naked on the bed. No
clothes… an old trick to humiliate a prisoner or prevent an escape. But Keoke
never felt shy about his body. His ancestors lived naked. And he didn’t need
weapons to defend himself.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Still, he pulled the sheet up to his waist
to hide his reaction to the gorgeous woman. “Where am I?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">“I am Lady Valoria, and you are in my
home.” The apparition strode with the easy grace of a feline, or a trained
warrior. “What’s your name?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">“Keoke.” No harm in giving his first name,
it might humanize him as a prisoner, but that’s all she would get.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">“Well, Keoke,” her bright blue eyes
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<p class="MsoNormal">STOPPING THE ENEMY</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Author: Susanne
Marie Knight</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Genre: Dystopian,
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<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;">Blurb:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">After the Great
Catastrophe, Rhuemma and her people struggle under the oppressive reign of the <i>Dominus.</i>
Can she convince the <i>Dominus’ </i>right hand man, Wellington Vadis, that
Might is not always Right?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A CONTEST OF WILLS</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the “After
Time”--after the Great Catastrophe--young Rhuemma Holliday is a healer, a
warrior, and a virgin. Ever since her parents were killed by the heinous
dictator of the neighboring territory of Verdeton, the <i>Dominus</i>,
Rhuemma’s two missions in life have been to protect her people of Casseldia and
vanquish the enemy. When chance leads two wounded military males from Verdeton
to her cabin door, she finally sees her opportunity to kill the <i>Dominus.</i>
However, she doesn’t count on the attractions of the deliciously handsome
Colonel Wellington Vadis. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">MIGHT VERSUS RIGHT</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Wells Vadis is in
enemy territory to rescue his son. His leader, the <i>Dominus, </i>has also
tasked him to capture... or kill a female known as the Crone of Casseldia. When
the comely warrior princess who bested Wells twice in hand-to-hand combat turns
out to be the crone’s granddaughter, he is torn. Should he do his duty and turn
Rhuemma over to the <i>Dominus?</i> Or should Wells make his own decisions
about what is best for Verdeton, Casseldia, and also for himself? <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="text-transform: uppercase;">Scene
Set-Up:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Warrior Wells Vadis
is trespassing in enemy territory for two reasons. The first is to rescue his
son held prisoner by the Crone of Caseldia The second is to kill the crone. He
comes across a lovely young woman who is too tempting to pass up. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">EXCERPT</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Once at the lake,
Wells would find the Crone of Casseldia’s cabin... and hopefully his son in
good health. He flared his nostrils. He’d take great, perverse pleasure in
ripping that hell-hatched crone’s head from her pathetic shoulders. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He approached an
area that surely was a gift from the gods. The intoxicating scent of lilacs
weaved into his lungs, seducing him to forget his purpose and revel among these
flowers of heavenly delight. So awash was this magical place brimming with
brilliant colors and permeating the air with an aroma that truly teased his
senses; he almost felt as if this was the Garden of Eden.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">And then he saw
Eve...</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">For a long moment,
he stared at this exquisite creature. He carefully pushed past lilac bushes to
obtain a better view.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She sat at the
lake’s edge, with her legs pulled in and her well-shaped arms wrapped around
them. Her hair--as dark as midnight--billowed out and down her back, and flowed
seductively in the breeze.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">As she rested her
chin on her knees, he could only see her profile, but what a profile it was.
High forehead, retroussé nose, generous lips, dark eyes ringed with kohl... she
was a proud beauty.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The young woman
sighed. It was a heavy sound, a sound without hope, a sound without joy. It was
as if this lovely female had burdens too heavy to carry.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Uncharacteristically,
he longed to ease her afflictions, whatever they might’ve been.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Then reason returned.
He was here for his son... and to slaughter the crone. There would be no room
on the return journey for a veritable Venus. However, most likely she knew the
direction of the crone’s cabin. He took a step toward her.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Looking up, she
gasped. Once she fixed her dark gaze on him, her sparkling eyes widened.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He held his hands
out, palms up, to show he carried no weapons. “Do not fear, fair lady. I have
no ill intent. Indeed, if I may say, your beauty overwhelms me.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">At his words, she
leaped to her feet and stood with arms akimbo, just as a warrior might. “Why
are you here?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Giving her one of
his charming smiles--at least he’d often been told his smiles were charming--he
took another step toward her. “I could say I’m here to carry you away to my
home, but that would be an untruth.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Her gaze flickered.
“An untruth is a lie, and I don’t speak with people who lie.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Her quickened
breathing emphasized the bounty of her breasts hidden by a shapeless tee shirt.
He took in the sight and then noticed a patch of flat sand to the right of her.
With one sudden movement, he could grab her, throw her down, and have her.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He eyed her
combat-ready form. “As I said, I’m not here to carry you away.” Again, he
smiled. “Unless, of course, you wish to be carried away?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t flatter
yourself, buster.” She narrowed her gaze. “Who <i>are </i>you here to abduct
then?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She was young,
deliciously young and delightfully curvy... and he evidently was in need of
release.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">To accomplish his
goal, he leaned forward, extending his hands out, intending to grab her. <i>“Touché,</i>
my water nymph. I enjoy fencing with words.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m not your water
nymph nor do you belong on these shores. I repeat, who are you here to abduct?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He placed himself
in front of her. “Prickly little thing, aren’t you? Come, I grow warm for you.
Hot. Allow me to partake of your sweetness.” Lunging at her, he then tightly
gripped her shoulders. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She flung her arms
out from the elbows, surprising him with her strength. The defensive move broke
his grasp and before he registered it, she counterattacked with a classic kick
to the groin.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i>His</i> groin. He yowled out in pain. In truth, he
actually saw stars.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">To his disgrace, he
was completely unprepared for her action. And then, using extreme force, she
shoved him headlong into the cold waters of the lake.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The girl remained
on the shoreline with her hands on her slim hips. A malicious smirk lifted her
lips. “Not so hot now, are you, vermin?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Happy Reading!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Blurb:</span></span></b></p>
<p class="BookHeader" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Lights,
camera, action... time travel! Modern day Willa, on-site on a movie set in
England, makes a wish and then wakes up in the year 1815. </span></p>
<p class="BookHeader" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">BE
CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="BookHeader" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Eighteen-year-old
Willa Berkeley lives in the shadow of her famous actress mother. Although
Willa’s greatest hope is to be a ballet dancer, she agrees to her mother’s
desire for her to journey to England and take a small acting part in a major
film production. Once on-site at Highbridge Hall, she learns the horrendous
reason behind her mother’s “request.” Distraught, she makes a wish for
happiness at the Hall’s supposedly enchanted lake. When morning comes, Willa is
still at Highbridge Hall, however the film’s crew are no longer around. What in
the world happened?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="BookHeader" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">WISHES
CAN COME TRUE</span></p>
<p class="BookHeader" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ian
Laydon, the Earl of Wrexham, returns to his father, the Marquess of Dunhaven’s,
estate, Highbridge Hall, after an exhausting tour of duty mediating at the
Congress of Vienna. His father wants Ian to marry a neighbor’s daughter,
Arabella. Ian is a dutiful son; he plans to propose but his heart is unengaged.
He wishes he could have a marriage as loving as the one his parents have. Oddly
enough, right after his wish, he comes across an enigmatic young woman sitting
against the granite bridge in front of him. Can she possibly be the answer to
his wish?</span></p><p class="BookHeader" style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; text-transform: uppercase;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Scene Set-Up:</span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Misunderstandings
abound! Ian Laydon returns to his ancestral home and believes the woman he
finds by the enchanted lake is his neighbor’s daughter--and soon-to-be his
intended--Arabella Carswell. However, it’s Willa Berkeley who wakes up after a
wish at the enchanted lake. She believes she is in the middle of a film shoot
with actors rehearsing their lines. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">EXCERPT<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ian smoothed his
fingertips over Arabella’s soft-as-velvet cheek, and then he moved in closer.
He had no choice; he was drawn to the honey of her lips. Catching her gaze, he
held it and sent her an unspoken message. He wanted to taste those lips. Would
she allow him the privilege? In truth, they had never exchanged a kiss before.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">She gasped.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">His heartbeat
quickened, and he leaned in to accomplish his goal. “There is no need to stand
on ceremony, my dear.” He inhaled more of her floral perfume. “After all, we
are almost engaged, are we not?”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">She stepped away
from his touch and took another gulp of air. “I-I haven’t read the script yet.
Are you... are you supposed to be my fiancé?”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">What an interesting
way to phrase their connection. He took her right hand and, delighting in the
feel of her, kissed each of her fingertips. “I am if you say yes, my dear.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">“Oh!” She pulled
her hand away, and then struck it against her delicate breast. “Goodness, I had
no idea. I mean, no one told me what I’m supposed to do.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">She darted her gaze
wildly about as if planning her escape. Indeed he was reminded of a trapped
animal.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">“So sorry,” she
panted. “I-I’ve got to get back.” She quickly turned in the Hall’s direction.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">He did not remember
Arabella as being missish. Indeed, she had always seemed forward.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">But that did not
signify. People had a tendency to change. He blocked her path. “Stay, my dear.
And please, forgive me. You are correct, of course. My apologies. I have not
followed the proper procedures.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Placing his arm
through hers, he then headed for the lake, taking her acquiescence for granted.
“Is Lord Carswell at the Hall?”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Her lower lip
trembled. “I don’t know.” She looked skittish, but she did follow him.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">“Never fear, I
shall talk with him. Get his permission. Just a formality, I am assured. I
daresay he has been longing for this event ever since you were born.” Ian
lifted an eyebrow as he looked over at her. “I was under the impression that
you were longing for it, as well.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Even through the
fringe of hair on her forehead, he could see her own eyebrows stretched high.
She was puzzled. Why was that?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The beauty of the
lake distracted him. Perhaps it would soothe her as well. Pulling her with him,
he stood on the sandy shore and watched a family of mallards noisily float on
the surface. As he did not have treats for them, they sailed past. Once the
ducks were out of range, he picked up a stone and hurled it out onto the water.
It skimmed and skipped on the surface, and then sank with a plunk.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">“There.” He turned
to her. “I feel better. Would you care to try it?”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">She wrinkled her
finely sculpted nose. “No. I don’t understand any of this. Is this part of the
script? Are you and I suppose to--”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">“Supposed to what?”
She looked so desirable, he leaned over and nuzzled his chin against her
well-formed ear. This close to her, he was lost indeed. “Supposed to kiss? I
have been wanting to kiss you, my dear.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">He took a great
liberty. He knew he did. But as he had told her, they were almost engaged. What
would be the harm? Before she had a chance to slip away, he curved his arm
around her and pulled her even closer, enjoying her feminine feel against his
chest.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">“Allow me the
pleasure, my moppet,” he murmured. Then his lips touched hers.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">So soft, so pliant,
so wonderfully sweet. He tightened his hold and traced his tongue over the
fullness of her lips.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">For a moment, he
had her. She did not move. She was his. The next second, she jerked away.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Her green eyes
flashed fire. “No! You’re not that... that slimy goat of a director, are you?” </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Happy Reading!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.3125; list-style: none; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: inherit;">#KindleUnlimited</a></span><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix9q0cZeCE9-qMx3abAdHoULQFyNebjYqlYl53BL3WSb0jAxJXuxQ4XFvyRpfZIBHSqf0Cn1KcTVDZ94qTPKYjx_fv0vzCFVLHzpjNE0dECgG8rDOsSYr58SyVY17v3lyN6av36g/s800/1608117119879710+%25281%2529.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix9q0cZeCE9-qMx3abAdHoULQFyNebjYqlYl53BL3WSb0jAxJXuxQ4XFvyRpfZIBHSqf0Cn1KcTVDZ94qTPKYjx_fv0vzCFVLHzpjNE0dECgG8rDOsSYr58SyVY17v3lyN6av36g/s320/1608117119879710+%25281%2529.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Blurb and excerpt from my novel, THE SNOW BRIDE, one of the 6 novels within the box-set.</div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The Snow
Bride<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She is Beauty, but is he the Beast?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Book One of
The Knight and the Witch<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">England,
winter, 1131<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Elfrida,
spirited, caring and beautiful, is also alone. She is the witch of the woods
and no man dares to ask for her hand in marriage until a beast comes stalking
brides and steals away her sister. Desperate, the lovely Elfrida offers herself
as a sacrifice, as bridal bait, and she is seized by a man with fearful scars.
Is he the beast?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">In the
depths of a frozen midwinter, in the heart of the woodland, Sir Magnus,
battle-hardened knight of the Crusades, searches ceaselessly for three missing
brides, pitting his wits and weapons against a nameless stalker of the snowy
forest. Disfigured and hideously scarred, Magnus has finished with love, he
thinks, until he rescues a fourth 'bride', the beautiful, red-haired Elfrida,
whose innocent touch ignites in him a fierce passion that satisfies his deepest
yearnings and darkest desires.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 210.75pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Excerpt<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Elfrida
stirred sluggishly, unable to remember where she was. Her back ached, and the
rest of her body burned. She opened her eyes and sat up with a jerk, thinking
of Christina.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Her head
felt to be bobbing like an acorn cup in a stream, and her vision swam. As she
tried to swing her legs, her sense of dizzy falling increased, becoming worse
as she closed her eyes. She lashed out in the darkness, her flailing hands and
feet connecting with straw, dusty hay, and ancient pelts.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Christina?”
she hissed, listening intently and praying now that the monster had brought her
to the same place it had taken her sister. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She heard
nothing but her own breath, and when she held that, nothing at all.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Christina?”
Fearing to reach out in this blackness that was more than night and dreading
what she might find, Elfrida forced herself to stretch her arms. She trailed
her fingers out into the ghastly void, tracing the unseen world with trembling
hands. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Her body
shook more than her hands, but she ignored the shuddering of her limbs, closed
her eyes like a blind man, and searched. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She lay on
a pallet, she realized, full of crackling, dry grass. When she scented and
tasted the air, there was no blood. She did not share the space with grisly
corpses. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I am alone and unfettered</span></i><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">. Now her heart had stopped thudding
in her ears, she listened again, hearing no one else. Chanting a charm to see
in the dark, she tried again to shift her feet.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Light
spilled into her eyes like scalding milk as a door opened and a massive figure
lurched across the threshold. Elfrida launched herself at freedom, hurling a
fistful of straw at the looming beast and ducking out for the light.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She fell
instead, her legs buckling, her last sight that of softly falling snow. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">* * * *<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Magnus
gathered the woman before she pitched facedown into the snow, returning her
swiftly to the rough bed within the hut. Her tiny, bird-boned form terrified
him. Clutching her was like ripping a fragile wood anemone up from its roots. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And she had
fought him, wind-flower or not. She had charged at him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“I wish,
lass, that you would listen to me. I am not the Forest Grendel, nor have wish
to be, nor ever have been.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Just as
earlier, in the clearing where he had first come upon her, a brilliant shock of
life and color in a white, dead world, the woman gave no sign of hearing. She
was cold again, freezing, while in his arms she had steamed with fever. He
tugged off his cloak and bundled her into it, then piled his firewood and
kindling onto the bare hearth. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">A few
strikes of his flints and he had a fire. He set snow to melt in the helmet he
was using as a cauldron. He swept more dusty hay up from the floor and,
sneezing, packed it round the still little figure. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">No beast on
two or four legs would hunt tonight, so that was one worry less. Finding this
lean-to hut in the forest had been a godsend, but it would be cold.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Magnus went
back out into the snow and led his horse into the hut, spreading what feed he
had brought with him. He kept the door shut with his saddle, rubbed the palfrey
down with the bay’s own horse blanket, and looked about for a lantern.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">There was
none, just as there were no buckets, nor wooden bowls hanging from the eaves.
But, abandoned as it surely had been, the place was well roofed, and no snow
swirled in through the wood and wattle walls. Whistling, Magnus dug through his
pack and found a flask of ale, some hard cheese, two wizened apples, and a
chunk of dark rye bread. He spoke softly to his horse, then looked again at the
woman.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She was
breathing steadily now, and her lips and cheeks had more color. By the
glittering, rising fire he saw her as he had first in the forest clearing, an
elf-child of beauty and grace, a willing sacrifice to the monster. Kneeling
beside her, he longed to stroke her vivid red hair and kiss the small dimple in
her chin. In sleep she had the calm, flawless face of a Madonna of Outremer and
the bright locks of a Magdalene. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">He had
guessed who she was—the witch of the three villages, the good witch driven to
desperation. Coming upon her in that snowfield, tied between two trees like a
crucified child of fairy, his temper had been a black storm against the
villagers for sparing their skins by flaying hers. Then he had seen her face,
recognized that wild, stark, sunken-cheeked grief, seen the loose bonds and the
terrible “feast,” and had understood. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Another young woman has been taken by the
beast, someone you love.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She—Elfrida,
that was her name, he remembered it now—Elfrida was either very foolish or very
powerful, to offer herself as bait.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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print at amazon.com: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B08GVGC6D5"><span style="color: #337ab7;">http://www.amazon.com/dp/B08GVGC6D5</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">Blurb:</span></b><span style="color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Down-and-out Marta Jordan gets a second chance when the magical
North and East Winds stage an intervention. Will she accept their challenge and
to learn to love again?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial;">A HEALING HEARTS ROMANCE</span></p><p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">THREE STRIKES AGAINST HER: Marta Jordan has hit rock bottom...
and she’s only twenty-one. Her parents are killed in a tragic accident, her new
husband steals from her, and a serious health diagnosis threatens her life.
Marta is in desperate need of an intervention. Enter her fairy godmother and
fairy godfather: Sola and Quill--the East and North Winds. Providing an
enchanted cabin so Marta can heal, they also offer her a do-over... and a chance
to walk on the wild side. Will Marta throw all caution to the wind (pun
intended!) and listen to her magical helpers?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">SECOND TIME’S A CHARM: Joe Noble is every woman’s Mr. Wrong. So
much so that his wife not only divorced him, but their ten-year-old son, Nicky,
too. Now only looking for a good time with no strings attached, Joe gets a
wake-up call when the consequences of his irresponsible actions finally catch
up to him. He has a choice: he can continue to drift or he can “man up” to
become a good father, in addition to wooing and winning the woman of his heart,
Marta.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">BONUS: The fairytale, “The Princess’ Soulmate” is also included!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: #333333;">Scene Set-Up:</span></b><span style="color: #333333;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">On hearing a student say his father calls her Ms. Jugs,
substitute teacher Marta Jordan sets up a meeting with the father, Joseph
Noble, to correct his son’s behavior. Mr. Noble is late to the classroom.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: #333333;">Excerpt:</span></b><span style="color: #333333;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">“Hey,” came a deep-timbered voice. A voice so distinctive it set
off warning bells inside Marta. “Sorry I’m late.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">An almost identical version of Nicholas Noble--but twenty years
older--walked into the classroom. An overhang of glossy dark hair fell onto the
man’s lined forehead, a few days worth of stubble darkened his jaw, while the
rest of his face was bronzed by sun and wind. An outdoor type of guy. Maybe he
worked under blue skies for a living.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">He obviously hadn’t given much though to dressing to make a good
impression. His unbuttoned plaid shirt hung loose over worn blue jeans, his
undershirt looked more grey than white, and his left running shoe was
completely missing its shoelace.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">When his warm brown--or was it hazel?--eyes looked at her
though, her wits, to use a phrase, went begging. He was, in a word, gorgeous.
She felt her mouth go slack.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The silence in the room hung heavily.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">“Er, you’re Nicky’s teacher, aren’t you?” He tilted his head and
ran his gaze up and down as if scrutinizing her from head to toe. “You’re
awfully young.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Such a peculiar tingling vibrated through to her inner core.
Absolutely devastating. But when he blinked those devastatingly hypnotic eyes,
reason returned.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Taking a steadying breath, she stood, squared her shoulders, and
then held out her hand. “I’m Ms. Jordan.” She paused for effect. “Not Ms.
Jugs.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A barely detectable flush could be seen through his thick
stubble. Obviously, he had the good sense to be embarrassed. One point in his
favor.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">He laughed a bit nervously as he shook her hand. “Ah, right. You
know how boys can be. So, I’m Joe Noble. Good to meet you...?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">He wanted to know her first name. Ha! No way.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">She gestured toward one of the student desk/chair combos in the
front row of the classroom, right by her desk. “Please, have a seat, Mr.
Noble.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">There. She’d put him in his place, clearly signaling that they
were not on a first name basis.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">He was a tall, lanky man, and now he was crammed into a
miniature elementary school chair.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sitting securely behind her desk, she smiled at his discomfort.
“I regret that I had to call this meeting so soon after taking over the class
from Mrs. Lillian, but I’m concerned about Nicholas.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">“Nicky?” The man shifted in the chair as if to get
comfortable--which was impossible given the size of the furniture. He then used
both hands to smooth back his thick hair. “What’s the young scrot, er, boy done
now?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">She pressed her lips together for a moment. “First, his reading
level is below average. At the third grade level, in fact.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Letting that sink in, she then continued. “Second, when Nicholas
does read, it’s inappropriate material.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">She removed a girly magazine from her desk drawer, held it up
for him to see, and then set it down. “Nicholas tells me this is your
subscription.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The man’s gaze darted from the busty female model on the cover
to her. He didn’t speak.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">She tapped her foot. “Does your wife condone this kind of
behavior, Mr. Noble?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">His mouth hardened. “She doesn’t condone anything, Ms. Jordan.
We’re divorced. She left.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Marta wasn’t thinking straight. Normally, she’d never say
anything derogatory, especially to a parent. “Hmmn, I wonder why.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="bookheader" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Gracious! That just slipped out. Fortunately, the man didn’t
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I always like to imagine my main female character's hair. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrEbWzcpLeRK485LQqTamSY87vrDlXWV1UvE2nh6C3i91nCN8begg5BIy4W1t_047IBoW1OWQcoQTaW9QJReKANIs7fV0yznTot3MIFW_98KjiatHXyID6EdVgoAatIm4reTzN/s1600/MistressAngelKDP.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1068" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrEbWzcpLeRK485LQqTamSY87vrDlXWV1UvE2nh6C3i91nCN8begg5BIy4W1t_047IBoW1OWQcoQTaW9QJReKANIs7fV0yznTot3MIFW_98KjiatHXyID6EdVgoAatIm4reTzN/s200/MistressAngelKDP.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>Many romance novels have blond or auburn haired heroines. Isabella, my heroine from my novella "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Mistress-Angel-Lindsay-Townsend-ebook/dp/B019AT3NAA/ref=sr_1_3?dchild=1&keywords=mistress+angel&qid=1595144532&s=digital-text&sr=1-3">Mistress Angel</a>" is a spectacular blonde, with colouring that both attracts and also makes others eager to prey on her. I showed off her hair with a scene drawn from the historical records - in May 1357, the King of France was brought as a prisoner to London and paraded through the city in style. The goldsmiths, eager to be part of the show, positioned twelve beautiful maidens in golden cages above the street for them to toss flowers. I made my Isabella one of the maidens.<br /><br /><i><b>The gaudy troop of soldiers and knights, already shifting at a slow canter, settled into a meandering amble as the road through Cheapside broadened between the grander houses belonging to the members of the goldsmith's guild.</b></i><br /><i><b>“Ici, là!” cried Prince Edward, sweeping a bejeweled gloved arm toward the upper storeys. Beside him, on his taller horse, the French king looked up and softly applauded. Stephen scanned the ridge tiles of the freshly-painted, gilded houses and glanced where the prince was pointing.</b></i><br /><i><b>There she is. He smiled.</b></i><br /><i><b>He recognized her instantly by the proud tilt of her head, her sweetly handsome profile and those glowing eyes, more compelling even than the luxuriant gold of her hair or her sumptuous costume.</b></i><br /><i>Goldsmith’s garb and no glover’s girl for sure<b>, he thought, reining in his horse and slowing to admire her the more as she shimmered above him like the evening star. Encased in a narrow cage of gold suspended above the cobbles, he saw that she was one of twelve maidens positioned high above the street, all caged, all lovely, but his gaze returned to her alone. Already the others seemed pale shadows, water ripples, echoes. </b>But she is stunning<b>. Above the roar of blood in his ears he heard the ribald comments of Prince Edward and knew he also approved of her. </b></i><br /><i><b>By a mighty effort of will Stephen tore his attention away from this bewitching, naughty beauty and returned to scanning roofscapes. Still his eyes kept flitting back as he silently willed her to turn within her cage, to look out, to look back, to see him.</b></i><br /><i>Know me, girl. Wonder at me, as I do at you.<b> He was torn between admiration and a longing to kiss her thoroughly for her deception. </b>Kissing you will be a sweet revenge.</i><br /><i><b>She was tossing flowers, delicate metal posies of gold and silver that streaked the cobbles like flashing dewdrops or sun-flashed rain, pretty trinkets that the populace would certainly scramble for as soon as the nobles had passed. Still staring toward Westminster, although she must surely know by the mutter of the crowd that the foremost Prince of England and King of France rode right beneath her cage, she scattered another handful of golden petals, seemingly oblivious to the gasps of admiration. Silhouetted against the dark, smoke-stained jetty of the house, her slim body made a pleasing, subtle curve.</b></i><br />****<br /><div><br /></div>I kept in mind those aspects all the time I wrote of Isabella - and her hair.<br /><br />Elfrida, the witch in my "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07VSHHX4N/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i7">The Snow Bride</a>" is a red-head. This shows her supernatural and inner <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>passion and fire, both of which she uses to lure a dangerous adverary closer.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidekuv0WHL-uVLyCJbSx1GebfQYfgVaFF1jRyswkzkOU81OzgFganFn9BcmG-LPOUkHrv69zRYVg7jtFW-e3xDNpFS8N1Z5_fj7031n0CnhDdW3i6ZOeg98o2C4DO_pJ7fDYt5/s1600/NEW+B+%2526+B+5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidekuv0WHL-uVLyCJbSx1GebfQYfgVaFF1jRyswkzkOU81OzgFganFn9BcmG-LPOUkHrv69zRYVg7jtFW-e3xDNpFS8N1Z5_fj7031n0CnhDdW3i6ZOeg98o2C4DO_pJ7fDYt5/s320/NEW+B+%2526+B+5.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><b><i>She would not dwell on what could go wrong, and she fought down her night terrors over Christina, lest they become real through her thoughts. She lifted up her head and stared above the webbing of treetops to the bright stars beyond, reciting a praise chant to herself. She was a warrior of magic, ready to ensnare and defeat the beast.</i></b><br /><b><i>“I have loosened my hair as a virgin. I am dressed in a green gown, unworn before today. My shoes are made of the softest fur, my veil and sleeves are edged with gold, and my waist is belted in silver. There is mutton for my feast, and dates and ginger, wine and mead and honey. I am a willing sacrifice. I am the forest bride, waiting for my lord—” </i></b><br /><b><i>Her voice broke. Advent was meant to be a time of fasting, and she had no lord. None of the menfolk of Yarr would dare to take Elfrida the wisewoman and witch to be his wife. She knew the rumors—men always gossiped more than women—and all were depressing in their petty spitefulness. They called her a scold because she answered back.</i></b><br /><b><i>“I need no man,” she said aloud, but the hurt remained. Was she not young enough, fertile enough, pretty enough?</i></b><br /><b><i>Keep to your task, Elfrida reminded herself. You are the forest bride, a willing virgin sacrifice.</i></b><br /><b><i>She had tied herself between two tall lime trees, sometimes struggling against her loose bonds as if she could not break free. She could, of course, but any approaching monster would not know that, and she wanted to bait the creature to come close—close enough to drink her drugged flask of wine and eat her drugged “wedding” cakes. Let him come near so she could prick him with her knife and tell him, in exquisite detail, how she could bewitch him. He would fear her, oh yes, he would...</i></b><br /><b><i>She heard a blackbird caroling alarms and knew that something was coming, closing steadily, with the stealth of a hunter. She strained on her false bonds, peering into the semidarkness, aware that the fire would keep wild creatures away. Her back chilled as she sensed an approach from downwind, behind her, and as she listened to a tumble of snow from a nearby birch tree, she heard a second fall of snow from a pine closer by. Whoever, whatever, was creeping up was somehow shaking the trees, using the snowfalls as cover to disguise its own movement.</i></b><br /><b><i>A cunning brute, then, but she was bold. In one hand she clutched her small dagger, ready. In her other, she had the tiny packet of inflammables that she now hurled into the fire.</i></b><br /><b><i>“Come, husband!” she challenged, as the fire erupted into white-hot dragon tongues of leaping flame, illuminating half the clearing like a noonday sun. “Come now!” </i></b><br /><b><i>She thrust her breasts and then her hips forward, aping the actions that wives had sometimes described to her when they visited her to ask for a love philter. She shook her long, red hair and kissed the sooty, icy air. “Come to me!”</i></b><br /><b><i>She saw it at the very edge of her sight—black, huge, a shadow against the flames, off to her side, and now a real form, swooping around from the tree line to her left to face her directly. She stared across the crackling fire at the shape and bit down on the shriek rising up her throat.</i></b><br /><b><i>The beast stepped through the fire, and she saw its claw reaching for her. She heard a click, off to her right, but still kept watching the claw, even as the fire was suddenly gutted and dead, all light extinguished.</i></b><br /><b><i>Darkness, absolute and terrifying, smothered her, and she was lost.</i></b><br /><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div>Of course, the battered crusader knight Sir Magnus, hero of "The Snow Bride" is entranced by Elfrida and by her hair.<br /><br />It's a sweet vice but I have to be careful. Sometimes I have have my characters spending too much time 'fiddling' with their own or others' hair - stroking, patting, tweaking, adding flowers. My heroes are usually as hair-fixated as I am and sometimes I need to remove some of their petting.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpg7sU0cTh6UGKp47eb7PssQ5jPsM1TqKoBeqYHxDKD7kneuIosYxCwXrA-gOPmFJFHw17FHLiYUHp3-jsnv9XKhLklIExZaUYD77UPGMHdgHUIw8oWsGmoVZOBCuNnNhLLN3l/s1600/One+Midsummer%2527s+Knight+Front.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpg7sU0cTh6UGKp47eb7PssQ5jPsM1TqKoBeqYHxDKD7kneuIosYxCwXrA-gOPmFJFHw17FHLiYUHp3-jsnv9XKhLklIExZaUYD77UPGMHdgHUIw8oWsGmoVZOBCuNnNhLLN3l/s200/One+Midsummer%2527s+Knight+Front.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>Why a dark-haired hero? I've never quite understood that romance 'guide'. Randal in my story Unicorn Summer (One of the novellas in <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07RWZBNCY/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i5">One Midsummer Knight</a>) is blond, a sunshine lad. (Again, I use the colouring as my own reminder and key to character, both for Randal and the Unicorn who is also an important part of this story. I've written dark-haired heroes but to me it's not an essential.<br /><br /><br /><b><i>Ffion shook herself. “I care not for such trifles as looks,” she answered, in her head, “Though he is handsome.” He was sinewy and lean and his rough-cut yellow hair was as lush as summer butter, flowing over his broad shoulders as Unicorn’s mane had spilled down his flanks. Catching glimpses of a green tunic and dark leggings beneath his chain mail, she noted the good quality cloth, of older dyes, she thought, but well maintained. Overall he seemed honest and open, and he had a very shapely mouth.</i></b><br /><b><i>What do I care about his lips! He is clean-shaven, what of it? Aloud, she added, “Will you come with me, for company?”</i></b><br /><b><i>It was a grudging invitation but Sir Randal smiled and said, “We shall discover how these feathers work.” He tied his ancient helmet to his belt and offered her his arm.</i></b><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1xo-ctt3_J-uRHC97fXmXnqrT1X-pHtw-vITKNreQuocjtQS8VwyFK24DS5puZIykAsqnWeIqqGWDP1aFppg6QEWmJMyXoYBxtYRhaCj_HyotdNakB22_AfpqAUQZh1wouNE_/s1600/The+Master+Cook+and+the+Maiden++LTownsend+Web.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="400" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1xo-ctt3_J-uRHC97fXmXnqrT1X-pHtw-vITKNreQuocjtQS8VwyFK24DS5puZIykAsqnWeIqqGWDP1aFppg6QEWmJMyXoYBxtYRhaCj_HyotdNakB22_AfpqAUQZh1wouNE_/s200/The+Master+Cook+and+the+Maiden++LTownsend+Web.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>In my latest novel, "<a href="https://amazon.com/dp/B088RJNYJ4/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=lindsay+The+master+cook+and+the+maiden&qid=1589871083&s=digital-text&sr=1-1%E2%80%A6">The Master Cook and the Maiden</a>" I have the hero, Swein, wearing a cap for quite a while, teasing the heroine and the reader as to what colour is hair is, a small, sweet mystery.<br /><br /><i><b>No one will bother looking for me, Alfwen almost confessed, but the night drew close and she did not want to admit she was friendless, powerless. “I can ride in your waggon?” she asked, spotting the same less than a sword’s length from her. </b>I must have been deep in shock to have missed that and a mule arriving.</i><br /><b><i>“I have some old pottage for your dog, too,” came the genial reply.</i></b><br /><b><i>He swept her onto the back of the waggon, handed her Teazel and warned, “Stay away from the firebox, or the crocks therein. I have hot food going.”</i></b><br /><b><i>“My thanks,” Alfwen whispered, praying her belly did not rumble at the thought of more dumplings. She met his bright eyes again, briefly wondering what colour his hair might be under his close-fitting cap. “Might I know your name, sir?”</i></b><br /><div><br /></div>Later, to show their developing closeness, Alfwen washes Swein's hair and she finally discovers its colour, length and texture.<br /><br />To celebrate brown hair, in "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Dark-Maiden-Lindsay-Townsend-ebook/dp/B0722TNLG5/ref=sr_1_15?dchild=1&keywords=lindsay+townsend&qid=1595148759&rs=154606011&s=digital-text&sr=1-15">Dark Maiden</a>" my female exorcist Yolande has long, brown hair:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhucwyw0GY6ihbMcTwDEqWEyWD1NGPra9e4hhvDUf5f7V45kEQr5FShKSR6HrYfn-S4mspI12S5WMgySTr5Dzwi63ZVN0DGdQUurXiFu5dG7G6pFLfH9euvn1uiC3kTuTgq1eSg/s1600/Dark+Maiden+Cover+for+PRP.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="304" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhucwyw0GY6ihbMcTwDEqWEyWD1NGPra9e4hhvDUf5f7V45kEQr5FShKSR6HrYfn-S4mspI12S5WMgySTr5Dzwi63ZVN0DGdQUurXiFu5dG7G6pFLfH9euvn1uiC3kTuTgq1eSg/s200/Dark+Maiden+Cover+for+PRP.jpg" width="120" /></a></div><br /><b><i>He saw her face change, becoming as still as a mask. Then she blinked. “I do understand it. My thanks to you, master Geraint. How may I aid you in return? Are you thirsty or hungry?”</i></b><br /><b><i>“Ale is always welcome,” he answered quickly, “but for now the pleasure of your company on the road will be more than payment.”</i></b><br /><b><i>She raised her pretty eyebrows at that. The rest of her was pretty too , if such a plain word could be used for such exotic looks. By “dark” he had expected black hair, which Yolande had—long, shimmering waves of the stuff, very clean but caught in a simple clasp at the back of her slender neck as if she had no time for any fuss. Her eyes were either brown or black—he could not be sure—but they were clear and steady as if she looked straight to the heart of things.</i></b><br /><i>To the heart of me, for sure.<b> Geraint liked women, loved their smell and feel and their cockeyed way of looking at the world. For all her man’s clothing, Yolande was very much a woman, and a love worthy of Solomon. Her skin was a beautiful shade of bronze, smooth as polished wood, and her eyelashes were double-lashed. She had a narrow face and elegant bones but there was a strength in her, character and soul together. He could imagine her besting devils.</b></i><br /><b><i>For the rest…the performer in him knew at once that she should be in bright colors, reds and yellows and blues, not the drab serge of a thatcher. If she was in his company for long—and he intended she would be—he would tempt her into a brighter manner of dress.</i></b><br /><i>For she has the glory of the evening in her. She wins me already and does not know it.</i><br /><b><i>“I do not chatter,” she said, unaware of his inner tumult. “I have a way to go.”</i></b><br /><b><i>Better still. He admired how she did not admit where she was headed. “For today then?” He lifted his hands, palms up. “To the nearest house of honest folk, who will let you sleep by their hearth and me in their hayloft?”</i></b><br /><b><i>“You wish to squire me to safety?”</i></b><br /><b><i>“For the pleasure of—”</i></b><br /><b><i>“For the pleasure of my company. Yes, Geraint the Welshman, you said that already.” But she was smiling as she spoke and he knew she would agree.</i></b><br /><b><i>“Shall I carry this?” He motioned to the cross. “You have your bow and bag already, and it will be no trouble.”</i></b><br /><b><i>After a moment she strode out like a youth, leaving him to catch up. Geraint admired her graceful gait and did not hurry. He wanted their day to last.</i></b><br /><i>By then I may have won another day in her company.</i><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I like to use hair to confound stereotypes. One of my heroines, is blonde - but she would <em>never</em> have a "blonde" moment. She is a dangerous, calculating, kindly, devious.<br /><br />So I have fun with hair. I've had curly haired heroes and heroines, long haired heroes and heroines, shorn heroes. I've had heroines caught by their hair - one is trapped by her long hair while trying to escape. <br /><br />Next time (maybe) I will have to celebrate the naked scalp. That, for me, would be a challenge.<br /><br /><em>(Photograph by courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer">Romance Excerpts Only, a unique way to find new authors.
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