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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;">More than
a decade before, when Paul was nothing but a child, fate dealt him a hand he
couldn’t win. Silenced him forever
for speaking out against the former Alpha, stole his destiny, and robbed him of his
place in the pack.
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;">Presley Ginger, a tiny human female,
couldn’t have been further from what he expected to walk into the bar and alter
his future. But he couldn’t tell her anything about his wolf or his shift.
Nothing. Bound by a direct order from the enforcer to keep her in the dark, his
need for her would never see the light of day. Then the moon rose above him in
the presence of his mate and changed everything.
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;">For years, in the background is
where he stayed, unable to find his voice. Until his rainbow-haired mate showed
up in the Black Hills—with the answer in her hands.
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Broken Silence is #42 in the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/BlackHillsWolvesSeries/" style="background-color: initial; font-family: Georgia;">Black Hills Wolves</a>
series!! I was lucky enough to be able to write Paul's story, and anyone who
reads
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/bhw?source=feed_text&story_id=964176697007973" style="background-color: initial; font-family: Georgia;">#BHW</a> knows his tragic past of being muted by his Alpha
when he was twelve. I loved loved LOVED getting to be the one to tell his story
and share how he found his place in the pack again with his rainbow-haired
mate, PG!!!
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 16px;">Isn't the cover dark and just like he's waiting for something?!? Siiigghhhh <a href="https://www.facebook.com/fiona.jayde.96">Fiona Jayde</a> you rock some serious awesomesauce! And a huge thank you
to
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/rebecca.grimaldi">Rebecca Royce</a> for giving me the pretty face on this story and
convincing me I really DID have time to write it!! MWAH!!
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><strong></strong></span></span>
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;">Excerpt :</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Paul woke screaming.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Well. His version of screaming. A bit different with no tongue. He
tried to strangle the noise in his throat by clenching his teeth and it finally
worked.
</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;">Breath rushed in and out of his lungs and he wiped at his face.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Wet.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Wet with blood.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Panic gripped him as he fumbled for the light on his nightstand.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Several things hit the floor before he found the switch.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Wiping his face again, his heart stopped as he looked at his hand.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Sweat.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> His head hit the headboard as he relaxed.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> It was only sweat. Thank God.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> He counted to a hundred to try to calm his erratic pulse. And then
did it again until he could breathe normally.
</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> His future was Hail Mary’d that day. His life was thrown as hard
as possible into the wind with who knew what on the other end.
</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> He could have died. If he were human, he probably would have.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Yet—he’d lived.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Some days he wondered if surviving was a good thing or a bad
thing.
</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Things were better with Drew, the new Alpha—an immeasurable amount
better. More than a decade after he was ostracized from the pack, Drew returned
to take his rightful place at the head of it. Challenging his father, Drew
killed Magnum in an alpha challenge.
</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> It was quick. Decisive.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> The fact someone had been poisoning Magnum for some time played
little into the outcome of the fight. Paul had his suspicions, but he
<em>said</em> nothing—warned no one. Magnum’s
death proved far quicker than Paul had wanted.
</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> The man who mutilated him should have suffered. He didn’t like
having those feelings but they were there. They were there for Magnum and for
the five wolves who’d stolen his future.
</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> They were all dead—every one of them. Taken out because they
couldn’t be trusted. Killed because they’d decided their hate was worth
fighting for.
</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> They’d been wrong.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Sometimes….</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Sometimes Paul wouldn’t remember they were dead. Sometimes getting
stuck in the past was as simple as slipping on an old coat full of holes. The
illusion of warmth clung to his foggy brain but he was so cold. His faith in
others? Fleeting, so he had a hard time putting his trust in anyone.
</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Or friendship.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Or love.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> He shook his head and ran his fingers over his short blond hair,
making sure it was still cropped close to his skull.
</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Short. He always kept his hair short now.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Short enough no one could grab it.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Never again would it be used against him.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Staring at his hands in front of him, he measured their width.
Their size was the same as the other wolves in the pack, but his hands didn’t
pull the same weight. He was damaged goods. Unable to speak to anyone, he
looked at the nightstand to find his only method of communicating. Two things
which hadn’t fallen were his notepad and pen he kept with him all the time. So
he could write clipped messages to people when he had to communicate.
</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;">It got the job done, but the necessity left him even more
disconnected. Relaxing his biceps, he let his hands fall to his lap then closed
his eyes, as he tried to focus past the nightmare.
</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;">The pack had hope again—stronger than ever thanks to the deaths.
They’d found unity and faith in their Alpha. Hell, they even found faith in
each other, in their pack, first decimated by a madman then wounded by another.
</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> The members of the Black Hills Wolves were coming home. He was
happy to be a part of the growth. Happy to help welcome them back. He’d stayed
for so many years with the hope of witnessing the resurrection of their pack.
</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Theirs.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Not his.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Never his, because he was separate from them. Lesser. He’d never
be Alpha. Sure as hell wasn’t a dominant wolf by any stretch of the word.
Barely even a beta with the females of the pack. He was relegated to being an
omega. A weakling. Yes they all told him he was needed. Wanted even. They told
him omegas made the pack stronger, they helped—but how? No, he didn’t see it.
</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> He shook his head and rubbed it one more time.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> The night was so silent all around him.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Where he always stayed. In the silence.</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> Most days it still felt as if he were free falling toward a black
future with nothing to hold onto. Where he’d land, he didn’t know.
</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"> All he prayed for each night and every morning? To find when he
landed—he wouldn’t be alone.
</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;">Hope everyone loves Paul as much as I do!!</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;">Decadently Yours,</span></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><strong><em>Jennifer
Kacey
</em></strong></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><strong>Jennifer Kacey </strong>is a writer, mother, and business
owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in
her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The
best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for
anything less.
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Valerie Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11761558020418265338noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738883619831401054.post-5942836823763651712016-08-22T10:47:00.000-04:002016-08-22T10:47:49.699-04:00Passion. Romance. Danger. Wow.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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For
years, I enjoyed reading shifter romances. The passion. The danger. Wow.
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<br />
However,
it wasn’t until recently that I wrote my own tale,
<em>Moonlight Danger</em>. One
thing that has always fascinated me about shifters is how they fit into the
so-called ‘normal’ world and also with others like themselves.
<br />
<br />
I saw
an incredible amount of conflict, suspense, and romance in the concept and
couldn’t wait to put my thoughts down on paper. Thus,
<em style="background-color: initial; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Moonlight Danger </em>was
born.
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<br />
Please
enjoy the blurb, an excerpt, and teasers for my story.
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><a href="http://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/p/publisher-publishing-isbn-9781613339954.html">Moonlight
Danger
</a> - </em>book 5 - Hot Moon Rising series
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Thanks to Desiree Holt for inviting me to be a launch author
for her great new series Hot Moon Rising. All the books are stand alone, but
involve the shifter pack in Moonlight.
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My shifters are Nick and Portia. Wow, do they have a story to tell...</strong>
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<em>Alone
for too long, they’ve finally found each other and home.
</em>
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<em>Now, they’ll have to fight to keep both safe.</em>
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<em><br /></em>
Nick Wyatt lost his mate and vowed never to love again. The
hurt’s too deep. Portia Danes knows about loss. When her parents were killed,
they left her as the only shifter in their hometown. Needing to be with her own
kind, she found Moonlight…and Nick.
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Nick fights his longing for Portia but can’t resist, coming alive within her
loving and lusty embrace.
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Heated days and nights follow. Their bond grows and so do a series of strange
accidents in Moonlight. Minor at first then increasing in gravity and
frequency. When the pack’s suspicions ignite about Portia, Nick must defend her
against an unexpected enemy or risk losing her forever.
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“Before I cook our steaks, do
you mind if I cool off first?” She already sat on the ground, untying and
tossing her boots aside. Her adorable socks followed. She’d painted her
toenails deep red and had another flower tat on her ankle.
<br />
<br />
Nick wanted to taste it, his
mouth watering.
<br />
<br />
“Can you believe it’s so hot
already?” She unhooked her overalls straps and unbuttoned each side of the
garment near her hips.
<br />
<br />
“What?”
<br />
<br />
“It’s hot, don’t you think?”
<br />
<br />
She leaned back, wiggled out of
her overalls, and tossed them aside. Her panties were a scrap of some silky
material edged in pink lace. He wouldn’t have expected any other color. “Ah….”
<br />
<br />
She dropped her tank top on the
denim. Her boobs filled her pink bra near to overflowing, the gentle mounds
quivering with each movement and breath. Effortlessly, she glided the straps
off her arms, unhooked the bra back, and lobbed the garment onto her growing
clothes pile.
<br />
<br />
He stepped forward without
meaning to, transfixed by her nipples, a deep rose as he’d guessed, puckered
and tight, ready for a man’s mouth.
<br />
<br />
Portia didn’t flaunt her partial
nudity. She appeared far more casual than he as she slipped off her panties. No
wait, she’d worn a thong. His skin tingled.
<br />
<br />
She chucked the underwear on top
of her bra and stood. “You must be hot, too. Want to join me? Plenty of room.”
<br />
<br />
Nick figured she’d gestured to
the water, but he couldn’t concentrate on anything except the springy curls
between her legs. That delicate pelt was as dark as her other hair. Her cleft
and puffy lips pointed the way to paradise. At least for a little while. After
that….
<br />
<br />
He should leave.
<br />
<br />
She padded to him, taking his
hands. “Join me when you’re ready. We have all night. I’m not going anywhere
but here.”
<br />
<br />
Three small moles circled her
navel, fascinating him. A light sprinkling of freckles graced her shoulders.
Although tall and athletic, she was surprisingly narrow, seeming so delicate.
<br />
<br />
She had more courage than he
did, facing him with unashamed desire and patience.
<br />
<br />
Nick wanted to make a move but
couldn’t quite break free from the past, telling himself he shouldn’t. He
deserved to remain alone forever. She kissed his knuckles. His lids slipped
down. He ached with need and resistance.
<br />
<br />
True to her word, she stayed
relatively close, slipping into the water, the brief waves lapping her thighs.
“Wow. Almost as good as a shower.”
<br />
<br />
She poured water over her
shoulders, breasts, and belly. Her delicate curls trapped the moisture that
sparkled in the remaining daylight. Soon, the heavy moon would rain its silvery
light on them. If he were still here, which he wouldn’t be.
<br />
<br />
He edged closer to the bank.
<br />
<br />
After dampening her neck, she
lay on her back, floating, face turned to him.
<br />
<br />
He didn’t recall taking off his
work boots, socks, jeans, or tee. When he wore nothing except his stretchy
boxer briefs, he considered what he was doing.
<br />
<br />
She patted the water,
encouragingly. “Hop on.”
<br />
<br />
“On?”
<br />
<br />
“In. Always mix those up. Come
on, you need to cool off.”
<br />
<br />
With both
of them in there, they’d probably bring the damn stream to a boil. Warning
bells rang. Loneliness and lust won. Shutting down his misgivings, Nick peeled
off his underwear. He stood above her, naked and fully aroused, letting her get
her fill of the man, the beast he was.
Valerie Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11761558020418265338noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738883619831401054.post-81588353896262095902016-01-29T03:00:00.000-05:002016-01-29T03:00:07.868-05:00Meet Merlin’s Descendent<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHVMXg79C4vmZ9L49DYQvWLAc9x6niqZlfTUfnYRDnhh5mxjIKaO-XdSSS8G1cX8dLq4QTnr6JIyblmqAWfNK5aXuooEDq1LEsIRE2jCdLswWbN14XPBKOZtyvtHMDhOuwnopoMuhsjc/s1600/Sorcerer%2527s+Legacy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHVMXg79C4vmZ9L49DYQvWLAc9x6niqZlfTUfnYRDnhh5mxjIKaO-XdSSS8G1cX8dLq4QTnr6JIyblmqAWfNK5aXuooEDq1LEsIRE2jCdLswWbN14XPBKOZtyvtHMDhOuwnopoMuhsjc/s400/Sorcerer%2527s+Legacy.jpg" width="266" /></a><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">By <b>Carolyn Spear<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">An
interview with Ian Branson, chairman of the Syndicate’s Rules and Regulations
on the Lawful Use of Magick and Innate Powers and hero of Sorcerer’s Legacy,
conducted by Wiccan Haus yoga instructor Trixie.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Trixie</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">: Thank you for joining
me this evening, Chairman.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ian:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Certainly. And
please, after what we’ve been through, call me Ian.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Trixie:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Ian. Tell us how you
are related to Merlin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ian:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Merlin is a myth.
Really a compilation of several real men. One of those men was a Welsh sorcerer
named Myrrdin. I am his descendent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Trixie:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Let me ask you some
of the questions on the list. I think Myron wrote them. I apologize in advance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ian:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> (Chuckles) Go ahead.
I reserve the right to remain silent though.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Trixie:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Fair enough. (Looks
at paper and rolls eyes.) Okay, Tighty whities or boxers?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ian:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Boxers. Most of the
time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Trixie:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Hobbies?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ian:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Yoga for
flexibility, boxing for stress release, running for cardio. Oh, and my son just
took up T-ball so I guess you can add that to the list.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Trixie:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Favorite position?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ian:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> I beg your pardon?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Trixie:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Sorry… <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ian:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> It’s fine. If you’re
familiar with the Kama Sutra, I find the tigress and the cross positions
pleasurable for my partner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Trixie:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> (blushing) Sorry,
Chairman. Ian. (Rustling the paper) Just a couple more. Favorite drink?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ian:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Irish breakfast tea
or a nice wine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Trixie:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Favorite food?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ian:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> I love a nice beef
loin, medium rare, with roasted vegetables. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Trixie:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Last one, I promise.
Tell me about your last trip to Wiccan Haus.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ian:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> (laughs) Like you
don’t remember. But since I agreed… I came to Wiccan Haus to rediscover my
balance. I had some anger issues which made me unable to control my psychic
abilities. Either I was on or off. On, meaning I was open to everyone’s
feelings, I was bombarded by emotions. Imagine being in an empty field during a
tornado. Being hit by all manner of debris. That’s what it was like. So, I
closed down my powers. I came here so I could get back to normal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Trixie:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Through yoga?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ian:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> The Rowans arguably
have the best yoga instructor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Trixie:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Flattery will get
you everywhere. Thank you and I hope you’ll visit again soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">About the author:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Welcome to Wiccan Haus. I know you’ll
love this series as much as I do. It is a world of possibilities, an escape
from our daily realities. An island with shifters, witches, and all manner of
paranormal beings, there’s mystery and magic around every bend, in each
encounter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I’m Carolyn Spear, mother of two sweet
girls and wife of one fabulous husband. Reading, gardening and exploring are my
passions. I don’t really “write” but rather channel my characters' stories to
share with others. A strange combination of small town girl, travel enthusiast
and geek, I am thrilled to be a part of the shared world of the Wiccan Haus.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #111111; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Visit her website: </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"><a href="http://www.carolynspearromance.com/"><span style="background: white; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">http://www.carolynspearromance.com/</span></a></span><span style="background: white; color: #111111; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="background: white; color: #111111; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sorcerer’s Legacy<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Librarian Rebecca Jones has always
found solace in books. The death of her grandmother leaves her alone in the
world. An inherited old Welsh scroll renews her desire to find the father she
never knew. She hopes fairytale Wiccan Haus will yield the answers she needs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Descendent of the inspiration for the
Merlin legend, Ian Branson lives with the responsibility of protecting humans
and paranormal beings. He takes an impromptu vacation with the Rowans of Wiccan
Haus, seeking healing for his out of control psychic abilities.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">As soon as Ian meets Becca, he feels
the pull of his soulmate. Love has no place in his life but he cannot deny the
peace only she can provide. Becca finds her Welsh knight in shining armor to
translate her scroll but passion tempts her from her quest to find her father. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">As their relationship blooms, Ian fears
putting another loved one in jeopardy. A tryst isn’t enough but Ian’s charmed
solution goes awry. With his emotions
into a tailspin, he is forced to sacrifice his pride and ask the formidable
eldest Rowan for help.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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amnesia about my amnesia and forgot that I can’t remember anything!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">Gwen: Well, I woke up in the hospital a few days
ago and couldn’t remember a thing about the past ten months. Apparently, I’m
engaged to this total hunk who happens to be the most perfect, sensitive,
patient fiancé ever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Cemil, so I hope you won’t be offended when I say I adore how Sage is always
there for me. She’s like a best friend and a mother rolled into one, and she is
always making me these weird colored shakes that somehow make me feel better. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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exact date. Pull my driver’s license out of my purse. That should give you all
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for the girl who can’t remember anything. I came to get my memory back and to
fall in love with my fiancé again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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sleep, and more sleep. Hopefully, I’ll discover something more exciting while
I’m at the Wiccan Haus this week.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">Gwen: Of course, I don’t remember
what initially drew me to him, but I can guess. He’s gorgeous in that rugged “I
forgot to shave again” kind of way. He’s always solicitous and thoughtful,
putting my needs before his own. He has a huge passion for the environment.
When he starts talking about plant life, his eyes just light up. Between you
and me, I wish he’d look at me that way some time. Oh man, I shouldn’t have
said that. Please, don’t put that in the interview. I just wish I knew what he
saw in <i>me</i> that brought us together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">Gwen: How pathetic is this? I could tell you those
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sounds yummy. Honestly, though, if I had my choice, I’d skip the ice cream and
make a bowl of cinnamon applesauce instead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">Gwen: If you’ve ever wished for a
clean slate and to start your life over with no memory of the past, give this
story a try and see how it’s working out of me. Or if you’ve ever wanted to
wake up and have this most gorgeous, amazing guy engaged to you, this is the
book for you!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">About the Author:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"> Sara Daniel writes what she
loves to read—irresistible romance, from sweet to erotic and everything in betw<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a>een. She battles a serious NASCAR addiction, was once a
landlord of two uninvited squirrels, and loses her car keys several times a
day. Subscribe to Sara’s newsletter: </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"><a href="http://eepurl.com/rx_AL">http://eepurl.com/rx_AL</a></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"> Visit her
website: </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"><a href="http://www.saradaniel.com/">http://www.SaraDaniel.com</a></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bride-Worth-Fighting-Wiccan-Haus-ebook/dp/B01A2CNP3E/?tag=sardanromaut-20"><b>A Bride Worth Fighting For</b></a><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">If she remembers the
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Gwen Fairfax awakens in a hospital, deluged by
stabbing head pain and unable to remember anything about her past, especially
the man who claims to be her fiancé. A trip to the Wiccan Haus is her only hope
to discover the woman she used to be, understand her mysterious dreams about a
resort, and fall in love with the man she’s supposed to marry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">To stop his stepmother’s land development
schemes from ruining the natural habitat he’s dedicated his life to preserving,
Tucker Wilde is willing to do anything, even pretend to be engaged to the woman
his brother left at the altar. But he isn’t prepared for the sweet, vulnerable
woman to tempt him at every turn until he longs to give in to the temptation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">The more Gwen gets to know Tucker, the more she’s
certain he’s a man worth remembering. But if the Wiccan Haus heals her memory,
he’ll have to fight to keep his bride.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Bride Worth Fighting For<o:p></o:p></a></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">ISBN: 978-1-61333-888-9<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Length: 32,000 words<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Genre: Erotic romance, paranormal romance,
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Valerie Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11761558020418265338noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738883619831401054.post-41936472758257956472015-12-10T10:18:00.002-05:002015-12-20T13:40:46.920-05:00A Naughty North Pole Thanksgiving<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">by Deanna Wadsworth</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">If you have had the joy of reading my </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Naughty-North-Pole-Book/dp/B00YIXLFKO">Naughty North Pole books</a></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">, than you are familiar with all three of these
characters—Santa, Ms. Claus, and Jack Frost. Ever wonder who cooks the turkey
in the North Pole on Thanksgiving? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Can
you please do this for me, Jack?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I
let out a forced sigh and relented. “Fine, I’ll play nice, but if my sister
starts dancing naked around the table, that’s on you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Do
you think she’ll do that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I
eyed my partner, my boyfriend, the love of my life—whatever the fuck you wanted
to call him. Most people call him Santa Claus but I call him Nicky. “Well, she <i>is</i> Mother Nature, but don’t worry, the
autumnal equinox already passed, so no. But we’re <i>not</i> inviting her for Christmas. You don’t wanna see the weird shit
she does for Saturnalia.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Nick
chuckled, his face brightening. His blond hair and Nordic features were a far
cry from the fat <i>Coca-Cola</i> Santa the
humans knew and loved. Despite being the source of all things cold and wintery
on the inside, I melted a little watching him fuss about the kitchen for our
first family Thanksgiving. I still couldn’t believe we were really together, a <i>couple</i>, rusticating up in the North Pole
like a couple of newlyweds.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Hell,
the whole supernatural world couldn’t believe it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Jack
Frost and Santa Claus together at last.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I
just hoped we’d still be on speaking terms after our families piled around a
table heaped with carbs and a dead bird with even more carbs shoved up its ass.
I glanced around the kitchen. Every pot we owned was in use and Nick—totally in
his element—whistled while he worked on a meal he’d been planning for months.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Are
you whistling <i>Here Comes Santa Claus</i>?”
I demanded when I recognized the tune.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A
wicked grin slashed across his face, and his blue eyes actually twinkled with
mischief. “Just putting in a request for later tonight after everyone leaves.”
He gave me a quick kiss that lingered just long enough to catch the attention
of <i>everything</i> below my waist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Grinning
and knowing full well what he did to me, Nick went back to stirring some sort
of sauce on the stove that smelled delicious.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">But
not as delicious as he did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Coming
up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and fit my cock snug against
his ass. I humped his sweet bubble butt—the only thing round on the guy—and
nibbled on his neck, inhaling his familiar scent. “Here comes Santa Claus,” I
promised, reaching down to give his north pole a stroke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Laughing,
he squirmed out of my embrace pushed me away. He pointed at me with his spoon,
smiling but serious. “No, you behave. Just go chill the salad bowls for me, Mr.
Frost.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I’d
rather toss your salad.” I delivered a hard smack on his ass and he yelped.
Grinning because I knew he liked it, I headed over to do as he asked. I never
could say no to Nick. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Oh,
get a room,” a feminine voice dripping with sarcasm groaned. Frieda, Nick’s
twin sister, joined us in the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Nah,
I should fuck him right in the kitchen. You know you wanna watch, Freaky
Frieda,” I quipped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The
gorgeous blonde put both hands on her curvy hips. “Eeew! He’s my brother.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“But
I’m not. You know you dream about this.” I groped my dick, giving it a good
rearranging in my jeans after Nick got it halfway-to-hard with that delectable
ass of his.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You’re
disgusting!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I
threw back my head and laughed. While Nick was the ooey-gooey romantic type,
his twin sis was all sharp wit with an even sharper tongue. Though I gave her
shit, I was crazy about her. She was cool and nothing like my nuttier than
fruitcake sister.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Isn’t
there an elf somewhere who should be shoving his dick in that gaping hole you
call a mouth?” I traced my finger around the rims of the salad plates until
they were chilled, but not frosted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Fuck
you, Jack,” she said with no malice in her voice at all. She joined her brother
at the stove and plucked a piece of stuffing from a dish. “Mmm, this is good.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Would
you two play nice?” Nick scolded. “And use a spoon, at least, Frieda.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She
took another piece with her fingers. “We are playing nice. Do you want us to
pretend to be other people for this stupid <i>family</i>
Thanksgiving we all know is gonna be a disaster?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“It’s
not stupid nor is it going to be a disaster,” he countered and I wisely kept my
mouth shut. “And yes, can you both pretend to be civilized people?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I
met Frieda’s gaze and shrugged. “I think I can do that for an hour. But if Thor
starts talking about whacking things with his hammer, you know I won’t be able
to help myself. That guy makes it too easy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Frieda
snorted in disgust and tried to steal more stuffing. Nick swatted at her hand
with the spoon but she dodged it. “I can’t stand Thor. Why did you have to
invite him?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Because
he’s family.” He scooped stuffing into a bowl and handed it to her. “And you
only hate Thor because Grampa Odin lets him use the beach house in Tahiti
whenever he wants and you only get to use it if you’re being supervised.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“It
wasn’t my fault Jimmy Hoffa fell off the yacht. There were a lot of cocktails
involved,” she argued. “When is everybody gonna let it go?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You
fucked Jimmy Hoffa? You dirty slut!” I exclaimed, accidentally freezing a plate
in my shock. When the plate cracked Nick threw up his hands in defeat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Really,
Jack?” He ran a hand over his face in a miserable gesture and I suddenly felt
bad for teasing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I
never fucked him. That was Kenna. <i>She’s</i>
the dirty slut, not me,” Frieda muttered under her breath. The way she stared
at the floor and fidgeted told me there was a lot more to the story than she
was letting on—and I <i>would</i> find out.
But not right now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ignoring
her, I walked up to Nick and placed my hands on his shoulder, our love warming
me on the insides the way it always did when we touched. I looked into his eyes
and smiled. “I’m sorry about the plate, babe. And it’s gonna be a perfect
dinner. You’ve worked hard all day, and everything looks wonderful.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I
have worked hard,” he said in a tiny voice, almost a whine. His pathetic
expression was so damn adorable I hugged him at once. Resting his head on my
shoulder, he melted into me with a sigh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Caressing
his broad back, I held him close, loving the feel of his powerful body against
mine. “I promise to behave, okay? No eff-bombs, if I can help it. But if your
cousin tells that joke about <i>accidentally</i>
sitting on his hammer, I can’t make any promises.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He
pulled back, the tension replaced with a smile. “I love you, Jack.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Awww,
I love you too, Nicky,” I said in a simpering falsetto which couldn’t disguise
the deep love I had for him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I
kissed him, slow and thorough, tasting every delicious part of his mouth with
my tongue. He moaned into me, hands sliding along my back in a tender caress.
My hands found their way to his ass and I pulled our groins together. Nothing
in the universe was better than sex with the man I’d waited my whole life for,
but our kiss was not sexual, not really. Each touch and press of lips was laden
with love and devotion—just like the feast he’d prepared overflowed with love
and butter. He’d worked hard to pull all of this together and I would do my
best to make sure it was a success. He deserved that. To Nick, nothing was more
important than being with those he loved for the holidays.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Losing
myself to the kiss and his embrace, I was thankful to be one of the people he
loved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Ugh!”
Frieda cried. “Seriously, get a room!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">You
can read Frieda’s story here: </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/Valued%20Customer/Documents/Book%20One%20MS.%20CLAUS'S%20LIST">MS. CLAUS’S LIST</a></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but
she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple
adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since
childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. She has served
multiple board positions at her local RWA chapter and with Rainbow Romance Writers
of America. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can
find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing,
and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or
chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all
that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active
imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the
interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance
with spice and love without boundaries. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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Valerie Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11761558020418265338noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738883619831401054.post-83993041550629018802015-12-09T10:01:00.002-05:002015-12-09T10:01:47.764-05:00How do You Balance Life and Writing?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">By DL Jackson</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">I’ve
been writing professionally for over ten years now, and published for about as
long. Being an author and wife/mother/grandmother/employee is indeed a delicate
balance. Time is the one currency, that once you spend it, you don’t get it
back. There are no refunds, exchanges and discounts. You can try to save time,
but honestly, once it slips through the hour glass it’s gone. It’s how you
spend it that counts. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">About
six years ago in my mixed martial arts class we discussed time. Essentially
time equals life. When you put it in that prospective, you realize anyone who
wastes your time is taking a sliver of your life, something you can never get
back. Therefore, what you spend your time on should always be a priority. So,
what is a priority? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">I
look at it this way. If it makes me happy, makes others happy, allows me to
make a mark on this world in one way or another, it is something I will spend
my time on. I have walked away from jobs because they didn’t make me happy. I
have walked away from time leeching relationships that brought me nothing but
misery.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">When
I sit down to write a book, I ask myself. Is this worth my time? Will it be
worth my reader’s time? Every book I’ve written has passed that initial question.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">So,
how does one balance a full time job, family and love of writing?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">I’ve
written every novel, novella and story from within the cab of my vehicle on my
lunch hour and during my breakfast. There I can focus and separate it from work
and family. There I don’t cut into time I’ve set aside for other things. The
Bank of D. L. keeps a tight schedule and as an author, if you want to be successful,
you need to be able to put cheeks to chair and focus every day, if only for a
few minutes. My goal isn’t necessarily an hour, but word count. If I can reach
1000k words, I’m done. I put it away and spend the remainder of my balance on
something else.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">In
my most recent release, my <i>Military Heroes Bundle</i>, all the stories were written
in this fashion, the same way every novel has since I started this writing
adventure. The first book is very special to me. I wrote Cinderella Wore Combat
Boots during a very uncertain time. I wanted to honor a son who’d joined the
Marines, yet tell a story so many never see or hear, of a brother and
sisterhood, of men and women in arms. The story is so much more than a romance;
it’s about seasoned veteran leaving the military behind and the struggles she
must face when she is forced to start a new chapter of her life, one that
begins with civilian life. Getting out of the military is filled with so much
uncertainty. What will I do? Where will I go. Will my brothers and sisters be
okay without me? “I’ve got your six” is a way of life in the military. Walking
away from that duty isn’t easy, but Corey Valentine must do it because of a
medical discharge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Then
there was <i>Being Prince Charming</i>. Thousands of military spouses struggle
everyday to find balance between their marriage and duties. August, or Gunny’s
situation, is no different. He loves being a Marine, and has a hard time
separating his home life and duty to the Marine Corp, to the point he almost
loses the woman he loves forever. This is a story of empty-nesters, the stress
the military places on marriage and you guessed it, another second chance story
where hard choices must be made. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">The
third story is a little bit different from the first two. It has some fantasy and
some reality, but it too has a military foundation. <i>Seducing Liberty </i>is a
little bit time travel and a little bit historical. I wanted to write a story
about specific past heroes who served as spies, as I was a member of the
intelligence community at one time myself. Washington’s Culper Spy Ring, and
the roots of The United States’ Intelligence organization has always been a
story I’ve wanted to tell. The Culper Spy Ring is a fascinating study in men
and women who fought to save a country in its infancy by collecting and
planting information. It’s not just about winning land, but an ideal, a way of
life, freedoms we take for granted today that were life and death matters to
young men and women of the American Revolution.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">I
do have to say this was the hardest book to write of the three, not because I
didn’t love the subject matter, as I plan to write a new adult series based on
the American Revolution and centered on the Culper Spy Ring. Few know while I
was penning this story and going through edits, I lost two of the most
important people to me, my fraternal grandfather and grandmother. Every word
was a struggle to put to paper. My mind went numb with pain. However, I
continued on and something amazing happened. Every word I wrote helped to pull
up from my grief and depression. This story means so much more to me that a
simple romance, it literally helped me through one of the most difficult times
of my life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Blurbs:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Cinderella Wore Combat
Boots ~<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Sometimes
Fairytales come true...</span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"> <br />
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First Sergeant Cori Valentine faces a bleak future. She’s turning forty in
three weeks and life as she knows it is over. An injury received while on
deployment has earned her an early retirement from the Marine Corps, something
she’s not sure she’ll survive. Things get even better when interfering Marines
set her up on a blind date for a party she doesn’t want. The guy has to be a
total toad to want to go out with her. Right? <br />
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When Madame Eve informs Retired SEAL, Sol Keller she’s found his perfect match,
he doesn’t believe it, but takes up the challenge. One look at the First
Sergeant in a sexy dress and combat boots has him wondering if fairytales
really can come true. Madame Eve might be the legendary Fairy Godmother, and
Cori his Cinderella. Sol intends to show the Marine beauty a Prince Charming
she’ll never forget, and that retirement isn’t the end of her story but merely
the beginning.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Being Prince Charming ~<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“You’re no Prince
Charming.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Words
screamed in anger, an empty nest, empty life--there are a lot of reasons people
divorce. For Gunny, a diehard Marine who refuses to give up the Corps, and
Lissa his wife of over twenty years, the reason isn’t a good one. When words
exchanged in anger morph beyond their control, Lissa leaves and August doesn’t
go after her, letting his pride get in the way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Two
years later, Lissa is about to move on with her life and marry another man,
except her reason isn’t the right one either. Her heart still belongs to a
Marine she left behind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Now,
an unexpected gift in the form of a 1Night Stand may change everything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">August
is back, looking for a second chance, but this time he isn’t letting Lissa walk
away without a fight. He’s thrown everything he’s got into their date to prove
that he can still be her Prince Charming. But if he can’t convince her in one
night it’s for keeps, he may very well lose the only woman he’s ever loved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Seducing Liberty ~<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Out of the mists of
time, rides a story of espionage, love, and a 1Night Stand.<br />
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</span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">When
Ryann Summers, an actress playing the role of Lady Liberty, an Agent in
Washington’s Culper spy ring, asks Madame Eve of 1Night Stand for a date, a
night she’ll never forget—where her identity is kept secret—she gets more than
she bargained for.<br />
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Now she’s caught in the middle of the American Revolution and between two of
the sexiest men she’s ever set eyes on. If she can survive the musketballs and
the invading British forces, she just might find everything she’s been
searching for—sex hot enough to set the sea on fire.</span><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">I
hope you’ll check out my military heroes’ bundle, and some of my favorite
stories.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Best,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">D
L Jackson<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Valerie Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11761558020418265338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738883619831401054.post-47739961836627741702015-11-24T03:00:00.000-05:002015-11-24T03:00:09.524-05:00Being Thankful <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixob6kux1AEKI3dmpsT4k5j4eKioXk80gYnP7eaG2GUs5l46_1Xhq3KmbKvbxT6_uaaIGuMoLVJ1Owz4oWZbhza9MPKSZSuaqVcYrwRUAal_mf2TtD_zHaO4_thp8em2lO0q6oIMsC250/s1600/Rex%2527s+Mate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixob6kux1AEKI3dmpsT4k5j4eKioXk80gYnP7eaG2GUs5l46_1Xhq3KmbKvbxT6_uaaIGuMoLVJ1Owz4oWZbhza9MPKSZSuaqVcYrwRUAal_mf2TtD_zHaO4_thp8em2lO0q6oIMsC250/s400/Rex%2527s+Mate.jpg" width="266" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">By <b>V.S. Morgan</b></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;"><b> </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">At this
time of year, we Americans often take time to reflect on what we’re thankful
for. Like many who have experienced
rough times in their lives, this reflection is powerful for me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">I’m hugely
thankful for my readers. Writing is my dream, and I’m so thrilled I have
wonderful people to share my stories with. Your enthusiasm and requests for
more stories are greatly appreciated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">I’m also
thankful for the author community and my family at Decadent Publishing. Writing
can be a lonely business, but I’m amazed at the level of camaraderie and
support from my fellow authors and all the staff at Decadent. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">On a
personal level I’m thankful for my family and friends. My husband and son are
wonderful in supporting my dreams, and my dogs cheer me on as they snuggle in
my chair while I write. While my day job drives me crazy at times, especially
when overtime eats into my writing time, I am thankful I have a job, and have
the ability to hunt for a new one. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">As I was
writing <i>Rex’s Mate</i>, the theme of
being thankful came up. Aaron, one of my heroes, goes through a harrowing
experience. He and his brother are abducted. He wakes up in a strange place to
discover his brother is missing, and Aaron has been medically altered against
his will. That’s a lot to handle! But Aaron, who is a loner by nature, finds unexpected
sources of support at Pack Pawlak, including a cocky yet off-the-charts sexy
protector. Without giving anything away, Aaron definitely finds reasons to be
grateful during this difficult time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Rex’s Mate</span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"> begins with Rex in a lonely place. He
sees the love between Hunter and Casey, and wants that level of connection too.
But can he find it? And deep down he wonders, is he worthy of it? Aaron and his
situation is <i>way</i> more than Rex
expected to take on, but he’s never one to back down from a challenge. While he
hates the men who caused Aaron’s struggles, he is thankful for finding this
fierce and beautiful man. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Thank you
so much for stopping by today! I’d love to hear what you’re thankful for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;"><b>Blurb:</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Former assassin
Rex realizes retirement isn’t all it’s cracked up to be without someone to
share it with. He longs for the kind of connection his friends Hunter and Casey
have. Tired of meaningless hookups, Rex and his wolf are ready to find their
mate. But what if his mate is the human-were bunny shifter his former boss
placed in his care? Can he win the heart of this fierce and beautiful man?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Abducted and
genetically altered against his will, Aaron is thrust into a world he’d thought
was only make-believe. Under the protection of a Minnesota wolf pack, he
struggles with his new abilities as a rabbit shifter and his growing attraction
for his cocky protector. Can he trust the former assassin to keep him safe and
find his brother still being held captive by the evil group responsible for
changing his life forever?</span><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> </span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Something
tickled his ear, and teeth nipped the lobe. Oh, he liked it a bit rough.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Oh yeah, baby.
Bite me again. Harder.” Rex opened his eyes, finding himself on his side,
face-to-face with the rabbit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Screw that!” He
scrambled back, landing bare-assed on the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">His wolf’s
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">His righteous
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“What the hell,
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Casey sat up and
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crazy man yelling about?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Hunter covered
the little wolf’s eyes. Shifters weren’t prudes, but he was one possessive dude
now he had a mate. “What’s your damage? And go put some clothes on. Casey
doesn’t need to see your man bits.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“As if you
didn’t know. I moved here, froze my balls off last winter, and how do you repay
that friendship? By putting a rabbit on my bed. That wasn’t funny. I could have
eaten him.” His stomach churned even though his wolf huffed in denial, insulted
by the accusation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">No eat. Wolf like bunny</span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home
now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.<br />
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She's been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of
happily-ever-afters - even for two hot men - because love knows no boundaries.
V.S. writes IRMC contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/m and
m/f with heart. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Valerie Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11761558020418265338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738883619831401054.post-77632176740037025952015-09-25T03:00:00.000-04:002015-09-25T03:00:09.869-04:00Wiccan Haus Take 5 Quickie Character Interview<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Featuring: Armando Verdad from </span><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Psychic-Lies-Wiccan-Haus-Book-ebook/dp/B0157H2OWM/?tag=sardanromaut-20">Psychic Lies</a></span></span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: red; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Boxers,
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">What the hell kind of interview is this? I’m a government official. I
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">A good chardonnay always hits the spot and impresses the ladies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Bourne Identity</span></i></b><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">. Hey, government conspiracy, corruption, intrigue and
life-or-death situations are never that far-fetched.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Let’s get a nice platter of cheese and fruit to complement that lovely
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 13.0pt;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Psychic-Lies-Wiccan-Haus-Book-ebook/dp/B0157H2OWM/?tag=sardanromaut-20"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #0563c1; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Psychic Lies</span></b></a></span><b><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">By Sara
Daniel<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 13pt;">What if you could read minds
during sex? What if the government wanted to exploit you for your ability?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13pt;">Fiona Vetter has spent her life hiding her sexual mind-reading power,
pretending to have normal, safe powers like the rest of her family. When her
charade results in the death of an innocent <a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a>woman, her life
of lies unravels. With nowhere else to turn, she retreats to the Wiccan Haus.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13pt;">To expose her as an enemy of his government, Armando Verdad follows
Fiona to the Wiccan Haus. Her beauty dazzles him, her personality seduces him,
and her web of lies intrigues him. But with his career and the safety of his
countrymen on the line, only the truth matters.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13pt;">The harder
Fiona tries to keep Armando away, the more she falls for him. When enemies come
searching for her, she is forced to trust him to protect her life and her
psychic lies, but nothing can protect her heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Fiona dropped her fork. How could her soul have picked
him for her mate? The Fates played cruel jokes, and, once again, they did so at
her expense. “The vetter was trying her best.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Her best to do what?” He gripped her arm a bit
tighter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“To be a vetter.” By the goddess, she’d tried so hard.
Her failure had cost an innocent woman her life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He rubbed his hand along her arm, his face breaking
into a smile again. “You know, I believe you’re right.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A fat lot of good that did for Lizbet. She dropped her
gaze to his hand. “Why are you always touching me?” She didn’t know him well
enough to warrant the constant contact, but pleasure sizzled under her skin at
his touch. She didn’t deserve to enjoy anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He smiled wider. “I can’t stop myself. You feel the
connection, don’t you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She couldn’t have a connection to a man who scorned
people who didn’t use their powers for the greater good, not when she’d built
the foundation of her life on denying her true powers. “I’m actually not a
tactile person.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">After speaking such a big lie, she couldn’t continue
to look him in the eye, not with all her powers concentrated in the most
intimate tactile experience possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">His grin split wider. “I’d love the chance to prove
you wrong.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">And when he did, she’d know his thoughts. She’d know
how much he despised the woman who claimed to be a vetter and allowed the
commander’s beloved daughter to lifebond with a man who would murder her. Fiona
had come to the Wiccan Haus to get away from the public’s hatred and scorn, not
see it behind Armando’s beautiful smile and feel it no matter how warm and
gentle his hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She shoved away from the table and ran for the exit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I didn’t mean to offend you. I meant it as a
compliment,” he called after her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The dining room quieted around her. Everyone stared.
Once again, she drew the bad kind of attention. But she couldn’t stop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Despite her desire to be a simple vetter, without real
vetting powers that life could only be a lie. The truth, however, was far worse
than a life of lies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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read—irresistible romance, from sweet to erotic and everything in between. She
battles a serious NASCAR addiction, was once a landlord of two uninvited
squirrels, and loses her car keys several times a day. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">I’m excited to be here on the Decadent
Pub blog today to celebrate release day for Under A Mating Moon, Book 27 in the
Black Hills Wolves multi-author series. Wahoo!
::happy dance::<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Under A Mating Moon is my second “Moon” story
for the BHW line, and I have another in progress. Each story features one of
three Wolf siblings: Ross (Diamond Moon,
#12), Lexi (Under A Mating Moon, #27), and Evan (Jasmine Moon, in progress).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">The official tour for Under A Mating Moon
starts later this month, along with a blog hop and a book blast complete with
giveaways! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">* Rockin’ Reads Blog Giveaway Blog Hop,
Sept. 23 – 30, 2015<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">* Under A Mating Moon Book Blitz and
Giveaway, Sept. 24 – 25, 2015<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">* Under A Mating Moon Book Release Tour
and Giveaway, Sept. 28 – Oct. 12, 2015<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Be sure to visit my Web site
(http://www.celiabreslin.com/) this month for more details and links to the
fun. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">And now, as promised by the title of this
blog post, here’s a look at Lexi and Jake’s first kiss! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Celia<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">British Alpha wolf Jake Marsden spends
his days among humans, pursuing a lucrative music career and avoiding his
pack’s politics. When his current DJ tour takes him to the US, he stops in Los
Lobos to visit family, and runs into the one Wolf he never wants to see
again—the mate who rejected his claim.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">While visiting her brother in Los Lobos,
free-spirited Lexi Luparell is shocked to encounter the Wolf she’d denied when
they were teens. Now she must face her guilt for the cruel way she spurned him
all those years ago, make amends, and admit the truth. Jake was right all
along—they’re meant to mate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Lexi would love to explore the mate
concept and her overwhelming attraction to virile, alpha Wolf Jake, but he
wants nothing to do with her. How can she break down his defenses when she’s
the reason he built them in the first place?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Jake dates only human women now. Lexi had
her shot at being his mate, and she threw it away. But when her life is
threatened, he may have to rethink his position and do whatever it takes to
claim his one true mate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Wow, oh wow—J-Bird could kiss. Like melt
her clothes clean off her body, kiss. Lexi moaned and parted her lips for
Jake’s sexy, demanding mouth. He slipped his tongue inside, darting everywhere
at once, exploring her so thoroughly her knees shook and she sagged in his iron
embrace. God, his body was hard, nothing like the skinny kid from her memory.
But his scent, that was the same. Musky man and smoky oak, like the white oak
trees in the Hoosier National Forest where they used to hang when they were
kids. Plus that sweet touch of maple. Delicious.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">She let her tongue tangle with his,
tasting the mint of his toothpaste mixed with the beer he’d obviously consumed
before entering the house. Sparks of pleasure darted down her body all the way
to her toes. Her boring ex, Dean, had never made her feel like this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">In fact, no one had ever kissed her like
this, as if the zombie apocalypse had descended upon them and this was their
last chance at happiness before doom struck them dead and ate their brains.
Desperation, need, hunger, deep longing...it was all there in the way his hands
clamped her tight to his torso, there in the way his mouth claimed hers, owning
it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">She wound her arms
around his neck, letting the pads of her fingers massage along the shaved hair
at his nape. Desire drenched the G-string bikini bottoms she wore under her
shorts. She’d battle a thousand brain-dead ghouls if he would touch her there,
where she burned and ached for him. Her mate. God, was this happening?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Available at:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"><a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-underamatingmoon-1875162-340.html">AllRomance</a>
|| <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Under-Mating-Moon-Black-Wolves-ebook/dp/B0148W4RHW">Amazon</a>
|| <a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/under-a-mating-moon">Bookstrand</a> || <a href="https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/under-a-mating-moon">Kobo</a></span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Add Under A Mating Moon to your TBR List on
GoodReads: </span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26165628-under-a-mating-moon">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26165628-under-a-mating-moon</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">About the Author:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Celia
lives in California with her husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. She writes
urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and has a particular fondness for
werewolves, vampires, and the Fae. Her award-winning vampire series - The
Tranquilli Bloodline - is available from Champagne Books. Diamond Moon is her first werewolf story for
Decadent Publishing’s Black Hills Wolves shifter series. When not writing,
you’ll find Celia exercising, reading a good book, hanging with her family, or
indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Valerie Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11761558020418265338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738883619831401054.post-56701240777938987182015-09-13T03:00:00.000-04:002015-09-13T03:00:08.568-04:00High-Risk Fever Nominated!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background: clear; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">What fabulous news and a true honor to have one of my books chosen to </span><span style="background: clear; color: #141823; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">compete in The Romance Reviews Readers’ Choice Awards!</span><br />
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<span style="background: clear; color: #141823; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-bidi;">I started writing the</span><span style="background: clear; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;"> GLBT erotic
ménage <b><i>High-Risk Fever</i></b> two
years ago in response to an erotica anthology call. The antho didn't happen,
but my characters Anne and Mica were vehement their dripping hot story needed
to be told, so I continued writing. In that process, I surprisingly (both to my
readers, surely, and myself) broadened my genre spectrum from hetero erotica to
GLBT and ménage. Well, I had already told the story of a passionate gay boy in
my debut novel Wild Hearted, but now I was describing full-on gay acts and
choreographing steamy foursome scenes that spanned over several chapters… Phew!
Quite a new experience, and definitely a challenge. *laughs*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">Two </span><em><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French
Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the
night at the local bed and breakfast, they invade the quiet lives
of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian. <a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a>A power
outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to
form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be
learned. </span></em><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance
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Valerie Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11761558020418265338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738883619831401054.post-56515618914069226362015-09-12T03:00:00.000-04:002015-09-12T03:00:07.689-04:00For the Love of Ashley, please nominate my book!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Okay,
so who watched <i>Got to Dance</i> because
of Ashley Banjo? *grin* Yeah, me too!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I
mean *blushes* there were some great, truly, great talent on the show. And last
season’s winners Duplic8 was awesome. I was introduced to the two dancers
through a B-Boy DVD that chronicled different dance crews from around the globe
taking part in the B-Boy Championships: World Series. I remembered them because
I’d been so impressed by their skill as well as their back-story and then to
see them on the show, wow, I so wanted them to win.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I
love dancing and these types of shows, so of course no surprise that I would
find myself in front of the TV two years ago enjoying a lazy Saturday
afternoon. I haven’t gotten hooked on the show yet because there simply wasn’t
enough time in the day. But here I was free, in control of the remote, an
omnibus of the show was about to come on and well, I made myself comfortable…<i>and</i> crushed out like it was going out of
fashion on Ashley! *laughs*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">During
those blissful moments a concept for a story made its way into my head. What if
a competition hopeful falls for a judge on the panel and the feeling’s mutual? How
would they handle it going forward? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Because
I didn’t want to go the reality TV talent show route, I changed my idea to auditioning
for the lead principal at one of the most respected dance companies in the
world, where making it passed the audition guaranteed you a spot in the Ballet
Boot Camp, and then a final showcase would decide the contestant’s fate. And
all of this would be set in Rome, even though the heroine came from Cape Town,
South Africa. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I’ve
always been fascinated by Rome, the culture and history, so a story set in this
beautiful city have been waiting in the wings to be written. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">But
as cute as Ashley Banjo was I needed a more ruthless judge on the panel. I
needed someone arrogant, an Alpha male who exuded authority. Someone who you’d
believe could be the owner of a dance company even though they were thirty
years old. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">As
Got to Dance went to commercial, I flipped through the channels and BAM! There
was the X Factor and Simon Cowell making some inane comment. Seriously, this
guy *shakes head* I love him, but he could be too much at times. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">But
the idea of having a character embody everything that’s Simon Cowell made my
stomach turn I had to throw in some Ian Somerhalder *grin* Okay I didn’t <i>have to</i>, but come on; he’s Damon
Salvatore</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">‒</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Badass Vampire. I could already see that lopsided grin on my
hero’s face as he critiqued one dance contestant after the other. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">And
so Antonio Machiavelli was born with the help of Ashley Banjo, Simon Cowell and
Ian Somerhalder. Who said you couldn’t create the perfect man? *laughs*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">On
Tuesday I learned <i>Dance of Love</i> had qualified
for The Romance Reviews Readers’ Choice Awards- Winter 2015. The book has made
it to the next and final round, the Nominations Round. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>So for the love of
Ashley, Simon and Ian please go nominate <i>Dance
of Love</i> as your Readers’ Choice! </b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">(</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">http://www.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=18615</span></b></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>). </b></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It
would be much appreciated and I guarantee, they will show up in your dreams
tonight *wink* Maybe not Simon. Unless, you’re into taking orders than by all
means, go for it! *fist bump* <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Valerie Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11761558020418265338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738883619831401054.post-16657113909240942552015-09-11T03:00:00.000-04:002015-09-11T03:00:04.831-04:00Spanked by the Bad Boy News from London Saint James<br />
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There
are times in an author’s life when we find ourselves doing the happy jiggle.
When we get an acceptance for publication. When our book baby hits the best
selling lists. When a reader e-mails to tell us how much they love our work, or
to say one of our characters is their new book boyfriend. When we get good
reviews… And, when we get a notification that one of our books has been
recognized for some sort of achievement, or chosen to be part of an awards
competition.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Well,
I’m over the moon happy to say, Spanked by the Bad Boy (Bad Boy Fever 1) has
been chosen to compete in The Romance Reviews Readers’ Choice Awards – Winter
2015 in the Ero<span class="subheader2">tic Romance - Contemporary Romance
category. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="subheader2"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I loved writing this story. Declan is a man with some rough
edges, but he’s got a hart hidden beneath the bad boy façade. And Tiffany?
Well, she’s a woman who has allowed her</span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">
abusive past to shape her dealings with people, especially with men. But Declan
isn’t going to let her prickly attitude stop him. He’ll do whatever it takes to
get to know her and have a relationship with her. Of course there are some
bumps along the way, but in the end the two of them achieve something real.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Heartfelt
thanks to my publisher and their awesome team who helped bring this book into
the world. More warm fuzzies go out to my readers and fans. You never cease to
amaze me with the love and support you show me and my work. Truly, there’s no
better feeling in the world than to do what you love, and have other people
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">By Nana Prah</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">No doubt about it, Esi Darfour from the Destiny Series, is
awesome. I wish I was as fantastic as her, but I’m only as fabulous as I can
be. She has a confidence, outgoing nature,
and an attitude I wish I’d been born with. What makes Esi so great, you ask? Even
if you didn’t, I’m happy to share.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">1. She’s a people person. Other than the hero, Adam, she
loves hanging out and can make friends with anyone. All because she’s an
extrovert. Who doesn’t love outgoing people? (I’m an introvert, so I envy that
about her)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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take a second and third look. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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herself to not do it for attraction, but because she likes her clothes to match
her personality. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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get to know Esi for yourself. They’re both on sale for $1.99 at Amazon and All
Romance eBooks.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";"><b>Extraordinary midwife, Esi
Darfour, is looking to get married.
She’s a master matchmaker but has no luck when it comes to her love life
and has yet to find a man worthy of her. Until she has to deal with gorgeous
Dr. Adam Quarshie outside of work. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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refuses to get married—ever. His interest lies more in getting her into bed
than in having any kind of committed relationship. Esi’s matchmaker instincts
warn her to run in the other direction as quickly as possible, but her heart
insists she stay…get closer…and see if what they feel for each other can change
his mind.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="background: clear; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">Nana Prah
is a multi-published author of contemporary, multicultural romance. Her books
are sweet</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">
with a touch of spice. When she’s not writing she’s reading, indulging in
chocolate, and enjoying life with friends and family. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">Her gaze travelled down his
muscular body. Unlike many of the other doctors who tended to gain a belly as
they grew older and settled into the comforts of married life, Adam Quarshie
could overshadow any man in his late twenties. His stomach had remained flat
and his muscles strained against his yellow button-down shirt when he moved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">She took her time raking
her gaze up his body and to his face. Her gasp of embarrassment stuck in her
throat as her eyes met his.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">Why did he have to have
such an adorable grin? God could’ve at least rotted his teeth to save the
hearts of women all over Ghana.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">“See something you like,
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">She cleared her throat.
“Yes, I do. Your shoes are nice. Where can I get a pair for my brother?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">He chuckled. “My shoes.
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">“Thanks.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">He moved towards her, and
she refused to step back as he crowded her. He smelled amazing, like he was
fresh from a shower. She struggled not to move closer or inhale deeper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">“Or I could take you.” His
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">If she checked her pulse,
she knew it would be way above the normal range. She snorted as she stepped
around him and went to the patient’s bedside. “I’m going home. You did a great
job.” She tilted her head to view the child’s face cradled in the new mother’s
arms then smiled at the newborn’s mother. “You were able to gather the strength
to push the baby out. You are a strong woman, Ama.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">The woman ducked her head.
“Thank you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">Esi turned to Adam, not
bothering to hide her annoyance. “Are there any other patients you want to
see?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">“I’ll come back to do ward
rounds later. How about going to Osu?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">“I’d rather…rather….”
Fatigue had blocked her brain. Later on in the day, long after it was too late,
she’d think of any number of things she could have said to put him in his
place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">He raised an eyebrow. Their
perfect arch sat over slanted dark brown eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">“You’d rather what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">“Eat a live snail.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">He scrunched his face. “Disgusting.
No Osu for you, then. Next time, I’ll ask to take you somewhere that won’t make
you prefer eating something raw and slimy over hanging out with me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">“No such place exists,
Quarshie.” They walked, rather, she stalked while he strutted, down the hallway
towards the nurse’s station.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">“I’m sure there is
somewhere, and one day I’m going to take you there.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">She didn’t bother to look
at him. “In your dreams.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">He winked. “Always in my
dreams.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">Her heart skipped a beat as
Sade’s classic song “Smooth Operator” came to mind. She regarded him through
narrowed eyes as he headed towards the door. His heartbreaking ways didn’t
appeal to her at all. Everyone knew relationships weren’t his thing. She’d
never even consider going out on a date with him. She knew too many casualties
of his charm. The type of guy who would go to all sorts of lengths to get a
woman on his radar. Once he caught and used her, he moved to the next one…or
two. After having once dated a womanizer, she wouldn’t subject herself to that kind
of man again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">No way. Not her. Never</span></div>
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<br />Valerie Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11761558020418265338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738883619831401054.post-30027051130065323382015-09-05T03:00:00.000-04:002015-09-05T03:00:02.423-04:00Worth Fighting For<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Today
is the day! <i>Worth Fighting For</i> is now available. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I
just love release days. It is so nice to see something I’ve worked so hard on
be purchased for other people’s enjoyment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Writing
has taken up a special place in my heart. It’s still hard to believe that I’ve
made this dream become a reality. And I never could have done it without the
wonderful fans who purchase my stories. You guys rock!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">To
celebrate release day I have decided to give one lucky person a $5 dollar
Amazon card. To enter, comment below with the name of your favorite Black Hills
Wolves story so far. One random name will be drawn on 9/5 and I will email
them. (Be sure to include your email.)</span></b></i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Blurb:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">When Myka Hayes accepted the interior
design job for The Den on Tao pack lands, she didn’t expect to be reunited with
the wolf that’s haunted her dreams for the last six years. But there he stood
behind the bar, looking all too sexy and mysterious.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Kaden Boyd was ready to leave his past
behind and begin his future. At least until Myka walked into Gee’s Bar and
stirred feelings inside him he’d thought he’d forgotten.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Both burn with desire for each other, but
their past complicates things. Not wanting to cause any problems in his new
life, Kaden tries to resist his attraction to Myka, but she has other plans.
Once and for all, she intends to make him see that some things are Worth
Fighting For.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Excerpt:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Myka rounded a corner and spotted Kaden
exiting a walk-in fridge. “Hey. I’m glad you’re all for forgetting it because I
sure didn’t want to have to tell you I’m not interested. A lot has changed
since I was a teenager, including my taste in men.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">He laughed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">It pissed her off. “What’s so funny?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Honey, if that was you not being
interested in the main bar, then I would be scared to see what interested
looked like.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Damn him.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"> “You’re very rude.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">He shrugged again and cast her a smile.
“I try my best.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“What? To be an irritating ass?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Both of his brows shot up. “Wow. Now
who’s being rude?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">She wanted to throw something at him. How
in the hell could she even have been attracted to him for even a second? “You
started it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Mature.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Forget it.” She turned and stomped for
the exit. This wasn’t going to work. Gee would have to get rid of the guy or
find a different interior designer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Large powerful fingers dug into her upper
arm, and she found herself spun around and then plastered to a wall. His big
muscled body pressed against hers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“I think we got off on the wrong foot,”
he said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">She clenched her teeth, staring up at
him. Emotions waged a war inside her. She was pissed, but at the same time, her
body was extremely aware of his. His scent filled her nose. Musk, pine, and
clean sweat. Desire was on the rise. “Your point?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">He rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll apologize
first.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">She waited but he said nothing. “Well?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Well, what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“You said you were going to apologize.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“I did.” He smiled down at her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">She growled. “No, you didn’t.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Do you ever do anything but argue?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">She shoved him. “That’s it! Get off me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">He didn’t give an inch. “I’m sorry, all
right?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">She blew out a breath to try and clear
the few strands of her blonde hair falling from their pins into her view. He
reached up and brushed them away. <i>Holy
shit!</i> Her body trembled, and desire coiled tighter in her lower belly. How
in the hell could she be attracted to him still?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Are you always so rude to people?” she
asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">One side of his mouth tipped up in a
smile. “No. And to be honest, I’m kind of mad at myself for provoking you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Then why did you do it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">He cleared his throat again and stepped
away, running a hand through his hair. “Doesn’t matter. How about we call a
truce?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">She tugged at the edge of her blouse. It
had ridden up during their struggle. “Fine. No more insults?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Deal.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">She gave a crisp nod then let her gaze
roam over the room. There were lots of things she wanted to ask him. Their
truce didn’t exactly invite her to play Twenty Questions, though. She chanced a
glance at him and caught him staring at her with a quizzical tilt to his head.
Crazy thing was he didn’t even try to flinch or hide his open interest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Valerie Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11761558020418265338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738883619831401054.post-13344576790995635172015-09-03T03:00:00.000-04:002015-09-03T03:00:00.209-04:00A Brief Thought on Rules<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Rules.</span></i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"> What would life
be without them? We drive on the left in Britain…but don’t try that in the
States. We stop for a red light. We don’t talk with our mouths full. We all
rise when the judge enters the courtroom. Maybe we all have personal rules, too.
Always wear clean underwear in case you get rushed to hospital. No sex with
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every occasion – what to eat, when to speak, etc. but she suddenly has no one
to reinforce them. Worse, she has a situation she doesn’t know how to handle,
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I write a book, I delve into a new world. It’s addictive and pleasurable in so
many ways, despite the hard work. While I’m in the middle of a story, my mind
lives with the characters; I can almost feel them close to my heart. In a way, I
become my heroine. I suppose all writers go through this. But what if one of
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discover what that means. Little does she realise that buying an antique bureau
from the antique shop down the road will bring magic into her life. Magic that
enables her to speak to her hero, Theo, and ask his advice. When she promises
he can share her life with her in exchange for writing advice, she doesn’t
expect him to hold her to the promise. Imagine one of the characters in your
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13pt;"><i>Uncaged</i></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"> (Book 25) is my second
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least two more Black Hills Wolves books coming in early 2016. There will be
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my heart. It’s dedicated to my late sister Christy. I was fortunate enough to
have Christy spend her last months in my home. During one of our most poignant
conversations, she confessed, “I thought my life would have more romance.” She
had a few intense relationships and lots of drama, but never a loving romance
with someone who really cared. Within a day of her passing, I started writing </span><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13pt;">Uncaged</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;">, </span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">determined
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I created Mitchell for Christy, but I hope you’ll love him too, because we all
deserve a hero who can love us as we are.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Mitchell
Waya was born to rage in a cage. Every time he competes in a mixed martial arts
match, he brings two secret weapons to the ring—a raging heart and the blood of
a wolf. When the beast within explodes, no man stands a chance. Scaling the
heights of an international career, he’s not prepared for the tragedy and
scandal that overtakes him.</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">At
fourteen, Christy was abducted and abused by a brutal cult of survivalist. In a
brave act of defiance, she attempts to escape but finds herself facing
execution in a dark alley. When Mitchell appears from the shadows like an
avenging angel to rescue her, she catches a glimpse of the protective wolf’s
fury. They form a brief but intense bond but then Fate pushes them apart.</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Four years
pass. Fortunes change. Concerned about Mitchell’s welfare, Christy reaches out,
but her kind deed puts her squarely in a killer’s sights, and only the courage
of a wolf can save her.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Gee!” he shouted over his shoulder. “Two
cheeseburgers and fries.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“No cheese on mine,” she added. “I’ll
pay. I appreciate you taking the time to sit down with me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">He shook his head. “Gee will put cheese
on it anyway. In his mind, a hamburger comes with cheese. I’ve tried asking him
to leave the cheese off mine, but he won’t do it. He’s an eccentric. I used to
peel it away, now I just eat it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Okay.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“The burgers are on me. I’ve got a tab
here, and I rent a room upstairs.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Here?” She appeared scandalized. “You
live above a pool hall? I figured you owned a trophy home somewhere nearby.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Settling into his chair. “Nope.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“This place looks rowdy. It must be hard
to sleep.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">How could he explain the <i>clack</i> of pool cues and blaring music
filtering through the floorboards were pleasant alternatives to the angry voice
in his head telling him he was a worthless jerk. “I don’t mind.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Drumming her fingertips on the table, she
glanced around. “So, the Tex Wilkins story is true? You really are broke?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Disappointed? You sure don’t look like a
gold digger.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">She didn’t skip a beat. A spark of
compassion shone in her eyes. “You deserve better.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Her words sounded convincing as if she
did care. He took a long look at her. Even a half-dozen layers of frumpy
clothes didn’t obliterate a graceful frame and hint of soft curves. Tons of
wild auburn hair tumbled in waves around her face. Her lush lips sent
conflicting messages. A new terror entered his thoughts. He half feared she
might be one of the women he’d hooked up with on the circuit and long
forgotten, or didn’t recognize minus the heavy glamor makeup. He hoped to God he’d
never messed with anyone this young. “Have we met?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Her lips parted. “Once.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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said anything to hurt your feelings or mislead you. During a chunk of my life,
everything moved so fast it became a blur. I’m not proud of my promiscuous
behavior, but I can’t say I regret it either. If I—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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interview. The more horrid stuff dug up about me the better, am I right?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">1. It’s a healing spa
for every ailment</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">:
Take a bullet to the knee? We’ll fix you up. Lose your memory? We’ll help you
recover it. Got issues with your family? We’ll help you deal with your
emotional difficulties. People think you’re going crazy? We don’t, and we’ll
help you unravel the truth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">2. No electronics</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">: Time to unplug! Your
cellphone won’t work. You won’t get barraged with social media updates from people
venting about their awful lives or bragging about their nauseatingly perfect
lives. Even better, your boss can’t contact you about that office “emergency” no
one else wants to tackle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">3. You get a whole week
to relax.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">
One ferry boat a week takes guests to and from the island. You won’t be leaving
early or pretending a weekend getaway is all the vacation you need. You’ll have
a whole week to truly relax.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">4. No crowds! No lines!</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"> That ferry boat only
takes 12 guests per week, with another 12 arriving through a magical portal from
the paranormal world. That’s it, just 24 guests getting some very personalized
attention.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">5. The Wiccan Haus is
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Yeah, the brochure might say the island is off the coast of Maine, but you’re
not going to find it on your own. I’m guessing it’s part of a paranormal world,
but they’re not confirming or denying my suspicions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">6. The <i>owners</i> get involved in helping you make
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Talk about personalized attention. At least one of the four siblings who run the
resort will help you make the most of your stay—maybe all four of them. Now
that’s service!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">7. They have yoga,
meditation and other classes that you always meant to try but never quite got
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Admit it: You know that practicing deep breathing would be good for your blood
pressure and probably your scattered brain too, but you never have time to
actually do it. Just like you never had time to try the <i>King Pigeon</i> or <i>Camel</i> yoga
poses that the too-perky barista at the coffee shop swears by. Now you can.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">8. They have exotic
plants that scientifically shouldn’t exist.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"> The orchard has apple tree with
blossoms, unripe fruit, and ripe, ready-to-eat fruit all on the same tree. All
at once. All the time. And you can help yourself to an apple straight from the
tree. Simply paradise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">9. You could meet
someone with paranormal abilities. </span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Those guests who came through the magical portal
might be shifters, vampires, psychics, truth-finders, lamias, or something else
you’ve never heard of. They’re coming to the Wiccan Haus to heal and relax just
like you, and you’ll see them when you all gather together in the dining room
for dinner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">10. Another guest might
end up being the love of your life. </span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Maybe the person is a paranormal, or maybe he/she
a human, but every story from the Wiccan Haus ends with true love and a
happily-ever-after. It truly is magical!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Worth-Fighting-Wiccan-Haus-Book-ebook/dp/B0131KQ0TA/?tag=sardanromaut-20">A Man Worth Fighting For</a><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Sara Daniel<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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goes into hiding, cutting all ties with his girlfriend to keep her safe from
the traitor who’s hunting him down. With his body shattered, he no longer has
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<span style="background: clear; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">Holly Walters refuses to accept her boyfriend’s
out-of-the-blue rejection without an explanation. Intent on seeking closure,
she tracks him to the Wiccan Haus. Once there, she is drawn to help him heal
his broken body and spirit, even though she knows she has to let him go.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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in his crosshairs. Before Justin can make her believe he’s a man worth fighting
for, they’ll have to fight for both their lives.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">One of my favorite things about writing
is being in “the flow zone.” It’s the time where your characters have so much
going on in their lives, and so much to say as your writing their story, you
get lost in it with them. By the time you come back to the real world, your
manuscript is done. That’s what happened when I was writing <i>Claimed by the Bad Boy</i>. I sat down to
write Ryker and Molly’s story, and stayed in the zone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What’s the down side? Things like dishes
piling up in the sink. Wearing some crazy outfit that’s been in your closet
since the 80’s because you’ve been so busy writing you haven’t done your
laundry and it’s the only thing clean. Figuring out you haven’t been to the
grocery store in a while when you see exactly one egg, a jar of pickles, something
which was take-out, but now it’s suspiciously close to a moldy science
experiment, and a bottle of ketchup in the refrigerator.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Now it’s time to share the outcome of
being in my flow zone. So, while you read, I’ll go tackle all the dust bunnies
that procreated while I was busy writing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Something always brings him back to her...<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Excerpt:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What am I doing?</span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Molly leaned a hip against the
counter in the restroom at the office, holding her phone in her hand, and
staring at the text she’d sent, which indicated it had been read. She’d excused
herself in the middle of great conversation while eating some freaking awesome
dumplings with Jack to sneak in here and hide out like a criminal. Why? Because
she felt compelled to answer a text from someone she shouldn’t be giving the
time of day. Or night, as the case may be. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Tapping her
foot on the tiles, she closed her eyes. She was going to give Ryker to the
count of ten to respond. If he didn’t. Well, even better. She’d forget about
her poor judgment. Forget he’d texted. Continue to stop thinking about him, and
go back to finish her dinner with a man who was interested in being with her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">By the count
of nine, she was one second from turning her phone off when the <i>dweedle-deet
</i>had her eyelids fluttering open. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Molly glanced
down and tapped the screen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I’m home. Sitting outside, texting you.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Molly’s heart
sped up as though she’d just crossed the finish line at the Boston marathon. Ryker
was home. In Denver. <i>Oh my God.</i> She took a deep breath and typed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When did you get back from Singapore?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She pressed
send and waited. And waited. And waited….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dweedle-deet.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Biting her
lip, she read.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I’ve made a few short trips here since Singapore. Went to a software
convention in LasVegas, took a trip to Detroit. Dallas. Seattle. Then I decided
to come home. I got here a few days ago. </span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He’d decided
to come home? What did that mean? Molly typed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">How long you home for?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The time
seemed to tick by in agonizing slowness, allowing her mind to conjure up a
picture-show of the last time she’d seen him. He’d been glowering at her—the
fury rolling in akin to a storm about to break within the depths of those
ocean-colored eyes. She even recalled the deep resonating tone of finality in
his voice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Leave, Molly. Or I will.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dweedle-deet.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She blinked,
letting the memory slip away like little granules of sand from her hand, too
difficult to hold onto, and stared at the phone in her palm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Not sure. I may stay.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">An unwanted
tear trickled down the contour of her cheek, slid over her mouth, and dripped
off her chin before she swiped the moisture away and typed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I have to get back to what I was doing. It was good hearing from you,
Ryker. Goodnight.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Where to find London:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Blog: </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"><a href="http://londonsj.blogspot.com/">http://londonsj.blogspot.com</a></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Valerie Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11761558020418265338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738883619831401054.post-28992514063589672152015-08-07T03:00:00.000-04:002015-08-07T10:58:15.637-04:00Dangerous<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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by D.L. Jackson<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">As with
any book I write, there are cuts and changes to the original contracted
manuscript. While writing Dangerous, I went through several different endings
and most of the cuts were not saved.
However, I did save you one.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Here we
see Xio discovering her brother is back, and not in the way she would’ve liked.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I
see a bad moon a rising.....” Xio glanced down at the screen on her cell. <i>Crap. Gee.</i> What could the were bear
want? Xio tossed the blanket off and hopped up, waddling over to her dresser to
grab her clothing. She opened the call and put the phone to her ear “It’s my
day off.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You
need to come in.” Stern. Matter of fact. His tone all but pissed her off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I’m
not working tonight.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I
didn’t say I wanted you to work. You need to get here now, before I kill him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Kill
who? Marcus? Marcus is traveling on business.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“No.
Xander.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Xio’s
heart jumped. “My brother is at The Den?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Grunt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I’ll
be right there.” <i>Holy shit! Xan’s in
town.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The
disconnect sound filled the receiver. Xio scrambled to dress. <i>When?</i> Why didn’t he come find her first,
and more importantly, what did he do to piss off Gee? This couldn’t be good.
Xio threw on her jeans, leaving the top button undone, pulled on a tee shirt,
hoodie and yanked her combat boot laces tight, tying them as fast as she could
go. She flew out the door and down the stairs, running for the bar down the
street.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">And one
more treat, this one a little background into Xan and Xio’s genology, and is
called A Cold, Hard Season.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Okay,” the bear grunted. “This is
touching, but I have a story to tell and work to get back to. You two can get
all gooey about it later, on your time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Xio smiled at the grumpy bruin and
wiped the tear away. “Then go on. I didn’t learn Chinese for nothing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Mai
Ling served meals to the men laying the rails. When the railroad came through
the Badlands, she met your grandfather, Eli Snow.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Xio
sat up straight. “How did Mai Ling get to the Black Hills?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Who’s
telling this story?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Fine.
Go on.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Let
me start from the beginning, but don’t interrupt me again or I’m done.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Mai
Ling watched over the rail as the ship drew closer to the San Francisco harbor.
She rubbed her arms and pulled a way too thin silk wrap tighter around her
shoulders. Her hair blew in the breeze, whipping against her cheeks. Around
her, the excited chatter of at least fifty Chinese men and half a dozen women.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Bound
for America. Land of the free. Home of the brave.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Except
she was not so free nor brave. Instead of marrying the young emperor Tongzhi,
as her father instructed, shaming her entire family, she’d run off and joined a
group of workers headed across the ocean to lay rails from sea to sea.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">One
look at her feet and they’d almost barred her from boarding the ship.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I
have no use for a crippled Chinese girl,” the captain said in broken Mandarin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">No
was unacceptable. She could not stay in China, not while a rebellion brewed
around her and she would be forced to marry the man who stirred it up. Her
father’s men already scoured the countryside searching for her. She’d had several
close calls and her last chance at freedom sat on that boat to America.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I
have many skills.” She wasn’t just a crippled Chinese girl. Her father had
raised her to be an empress and educated her in several languages, including
English. What her deformed feet lacked, she made up for with intelligence and
knowledge. “What of a Chinese girl who speaks English? I can serve as a
translator between your workers and foremen.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The
captain narrowed his eyes, rubbing the scruff of his beard, studying her with
more interest than before. “What else can you do?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I
can cook meals the workers will like—traditional Chinese meals.” A lie. As
promised bride to the future emperor, the skill had never been taught, nor
desired, but she had to give him something. She could paint and sing, but
again, not of any value to the captain bringing rail workers across the ocean.
So a lie. Something so hard to tell, but he’d given her no other choice. She
had to get on the ship before her father’s men found her. If caught, they’d execute
her. “Please.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Fine.
But you’ll be on the first train out West. We need a translator in the Dakota
territories. Smaller crews and it should be easier for you to keep up.” He eyed
her feet again. “Why do they break your women’s feet?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Because
it’s beautiful.” And beastly. All her life she’d been taught to accept her
place as a female in the royal household. Her feet had been broken and bound
from the time she was nine, in the coldest part of winter, leaving her to
shuffle into adulthood, instead of walk. But she guessed she was luckier than
most, as she could still walk and practice Wing Chun, and need not be carried
everywhere she went. For that, she would be grateful. For the trip across the
ocean—even more so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Damn
shame they do that to you. Downright ugly. Might have been able to make some
money on your back otherwise. Get onboard.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Tears
filled her eyes. Home. A new start. She wiped the corner of her eye and smiled.
Her future waited in America. She could feel it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dakota
Territories, 1878<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You
need to head north. We got ourselves a small problem in the Black Hills.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Small?”
Eli Snow pushed the brim of his hat up, to stare at the weasel-faced man before
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“The
Calvary is there, but they haven’t been able to stop the local savages from
harassing the rail workers. It’s slowed our efforts to almost a stop.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“And
you want me to do what about it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Keep
the workers from leaving and stop any incidents before they go too far.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“How
do you propose I do that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You
are friends with some of those indians, aren’t you? Grew up with a tribe
outside of Minnekahta, where all them hot springs are located?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Yes,
what’s that got to do with anything?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Go
reason with them, and if they won’t be reasoned with, kill them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Right.
How was he suppossed to reason with them when he agreed with them? And kill
them? God, no. The white man had invaded sacred lands. The Black Hills belonged
to the Lakota. The Elkhorn Railroad out of Nebraska hadn’t hired him to deal
with the Sioux, only to protect the gold shipments brought in to pay the
workers every week, and from train robbers, white men, not indians who could
care less about the yellow metal. “I wasn’t hired to police the tribes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Well,
the job’s changed. Either you go to the Hills and deal with it, or you find
yourself another employer willing to look the other way about your past.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">His
past, one he’d rather forget. On the winning side of a shootout in Dodge, he’d
survived to find the law on his ass. This job gave him an income and a place to
hide, until things settled down and his trail went cold. He could go back to
his pack. But not empty handed, with only excuses.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">His
Alpha charged him with a nearly impossible task. Keep the railroad from cutting
through pack lands at all costs. With the boom going on, the task became harder
with each day. So he’d hired on as an armed gunman and made close friends with
the owners of the Elkhorn and Chicago & Northwestern railroads, using his
relationship to influence them to skirt them around Los Lobos, but in doing so,
he pushed the proposed rail beds deeper into Lakota territory.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The
Lakota had protected the pack’s existance for centuries, but tensions had begun
to rise because of his actions. Soon, friends would become enemies and the
Black Hills Pack could not afford it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">That
was not the kind of news you wanted to bring home to your Alpha. He shoved a
hand in his hair and blew out a breath. If he reasoned with the “indians” they
would want him to convince the railroad to push south a bit, into Wolf
territory. He couldn’t do that, but he also couldn’t ask them to give up their
lands. The government had already forced the tribes onto reservations where
half the population starved during the harsh Dakota winters, and all the signs
in nature already pointed toward another hard, cold season. He would not ask
them to give up their hunting grounds. It would annihilate their population.
“I’ll do what I can.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What
he could do was talk to the rail baron’s daughter. Julia would want a ring in
exchange for her help and he had no intention of marrying her. He was a Wolf,
and she was human. The two were forbidden to mix. The Pack secret must be kept
at all costs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You’ll
get the job done, or we’ll find someone else to handle the matter.”</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt; text-indent: 0.2in;"> </span></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: .2in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“What’s for
chow?” a deep voice asked.</span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: .2in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Startled,
Mai Ling lifted her gaze from the stew. She noticed a tall man with blond hair
and fancy clothes leaning on the chuck wagon she’d brought out to where the men
worked. Slung low across his hips was a holster, and in the hand-tooled leather
rested an even more impressive revolver that would certainly send her to her
backside if she tried to fire it. Big man. Big gun. “You work with crew?”</span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: .2in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“No,
ma’am. I’m passing through to Los Lobos.”</span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: .2in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">He
stared at her from under the brim of a weathered cowboy hat. There had been
enough heat in his eyes to make her turn red, even though there was ice on the
ground and a wind that blew down from the north, making the day quite frigid.</span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: .2in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">She
wanted to tell him the food was for the crew only, but something in the man’s
expression said he wouldn’t take no for an answer. So she lied. “Dog.”</span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: .2in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">The
gunslinger straightened his spine, scowling at the kettle hanging over the
fire. He sniffed and curled his lip. “Dog?”</span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: .2in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“You
no like?”</span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: .2in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“No,
ma’am. I no like.”</span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: .2in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“Why
you no like?” She lifted the ladle to her mouth and took a bite of the beef
stew, watching him cringe. </span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: .2in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“I
guess you could say I’m a bit of a mongrel, and eating that would make me feel
like a cannibal.”</span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: .2in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“It’s
good. You try some.” Scooping up another portion, Mai Ling thrust the utensil
out to Eli. “You no look like dog.”</span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: .2in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“I
suppose I don’t. I’m more wolf than dog.” He eyed the food she shoved under his
nose. “There’s a lot of things I’d like to take a bite of, but that isn’t one
of them, darlin’.” He pushed it away.</span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpMiddle" style="page-break-before: always; text-indent: .2in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“Okay, you no like my stew.” Mai Ling shoved the spoon back in the pot.
“What you like a bite of, then?”</span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: .2in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“Ma’am,
I’d love to take a bite of you.” He tipped his hat to her. “And that’s not
dog.” With a wink, he turned and walked away, his spurs clanking with each
step. </span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: .2in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“You
not so scary, Mr. Wolf.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: .2in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="DefaultCxSpLast" style="text-indent: .2in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">After a long
day, Mai sat down on the back of the wagon and took her boots off. Her feet
ached, so much so she hadn’t had the energy to break camp with the rest of the
crew and move to the new site. It didn’t matter. She had a rifle and had learned
Wing Chun when she was knee high to her father.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She
glanced up at the sky, feeling the chill of the coming season and wiggled her
toes. Her grandmother called her “Little Feng-Huang” and she’d always assumed
it was because of her destiny to become empress of China. But since running
away, she’d dreamed of the phoenix, the bird that ruled over summer and brought
with her prosperity, peace and change. Now with her feet healing from a decade
old bindings, she questioned if there was more to her grandmother’s nickname
than her future as a bride to an emperor, a marriage she’d ducked out of to
escape to America.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Silly
really. Magic didn’t exist. Neither did Feng-Huang.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She
scooted back into the wagon, grabbing a thick wool blanket and pulling it over
her. Another she placed folded under her head and dropped back on it to stare
at the canvas. Fall had arrived and shortly after it would come winter. The
chill bothered her more than she’d like to admit, but rather in a wagon or back
in her shanty in Minnekahta the cold remained relentless and in escapable. No
fire to warm her, no solid walls to keep out the chill. Only the hot springs
provided a much needed hot soak when nothing else could take the frost from her
bones and the ache from her feet. She had every reason to leave this place and
seek out a warmer, more hospitable climate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">But
she couldn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">All
this misery and she knew in her heart she’d never leave the Black Hills.
Something out there called to her, and the closer they pushed toward the hot
springs, the stronger it became.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Mai
stared at a painting of a wolf leaning against a trunk of her belongings. She’d
never seen a lupine close up, but knew for some reason the wolf she’d painted
had golden eyes, much like the handsome man she’d met earlier. Rich rusts and
soft creams tipped in black made up the wolf’s coat and an intelligent look
filled his eyes. Almost human that look.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">In
Chinese lore, animals had certain qualities to be admired, yet she struggled to
understand this one beast. The qualities were so abundant. Wolves roamed in
packs, were strong and fearless, aggressive in nature. Loyal, intelligent and
swift. They had more than one trait to admire and fear. The men who protected
the workers from natives, often took shots at wolves if they should spot them,
not caring if they were a threat or not.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It
angered her when they fired at them. The wolves were here long before man, yet
were treated like encroachers. The railroad disrupted the harmony of this place
and at times, she could almost hear the ground crying out for mercy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Why
had she done any of this? This place was so different from all she knew. Mai
Ling pulled her blanket over her head. Somewhere in the distance a wolf howled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Her
horse snorted and whinnied. <i>She’d hobbled
him, hadn’t she? </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Moments
later, she stood beside the aging gelding, disgusted she’d forgotten to secure
the horses legs. If he’d been spooked and broken free, she’d be stuck in the
wilderness, lame, without a way to catch up to the work crew. Mai sighed and
grabbed the rope. She’d never been so careless. Things like that would get her
killed. As she crouched down to tie the rope around her horses legs, the beast
snorted and stomped again, knocking her back on her ass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Whoa!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The
horse screamed, rising up on his hind legs. Mai rolled away and searched the
dark for her rifle. Something clearly had the equine on edge. The horse hopped
swinging around and nearly stepping on her, pulling the lead on its halter
taunt. Mai rolled the other way and came to a stop against a pair of boots. Slowly
she let her gaze track up the legs to a man’s face shadowed by a cowboy hat and
moonlight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I
wanted to see you again and they told me at the camp down in the valley you
hadn’t come with them. It’s not safe out here. Alone.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Her
heart pounded against her ribs. Safe. No. “Who are you?” Where had she heard
that voice before?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Eli
Snow. We met earlier. You speak better English than you did before.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Did
I?” Ah, the dumb Chinese woman routine that had become second nature when
confronted with someone of the opposite sex. It usually got the men to leave
her alone and look for another field to plow, since hers was off limits.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Yes.
Why are you out here alone?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I
didn’t get packed up in time to move with the crew.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He
reached his hand down. “We’re going to fix that, ma’am. It’s dangerous for a
woman to be out here by herself.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I’m
perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Mr. Snow.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He
grinned. “Are you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“You don’t scare me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">He leaned in close, until his breath brushed her
cheek. “I wasn’t trying to.” He pressed his nose into her hair and sniffed.
“There’s something about you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Mai grabbed his wrist, spun, threw her hip out and
rolled him over her back, slamming him to the ground. He looked up, his eyes
popped wide, shock all over his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“I told you, I can take care of myself.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">He began to laugh. “I guess you can. Let’s try this
again. My name is Eli Snow. I was hired to protect the crew laying the rails,
and that includes you, ma’am.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“My name is Mai Ling, not ma’am, and I don’t need
your protection.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“Oh, but I think you do.” He tipped his head,
studying her. “What are you hiding from?</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt; text-indent: 0.2in;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">The bells on the door jangled and Gee looked up.
“Story times over. We got customers.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“Wait, you didn’t tell me how the rest goes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“Tick tock—you’re on the clock.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Want to read Dangerous?
It’s available here:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dangerous-Black-Hills-Wolves-Book-ebook/dp/B011EM44HC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1438860092&sr=8-1&keywords=Dangerous+by+D+L+Jackson"><b>Kindle</b></a> || <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=8l4zCgAAQBAJ&pg=PT5&lpg=PT5&dq=Dangerous+by+d+l+jackson&source=bl&ots=FxwDr6xLMg&sig=VX_m064NmxiwyMw_4Vi5VMLflRc&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CFMQ6AEwCWoVChMIosSGm6yUxwIVTBU-Ch2xJQRy#v=onepage&q=Dangerous%20by%20d%20l%20jackson&f=false"><b>Google Play</b></a> || <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-dangerous-1850375-168.html"><b>All Romance eBooks</b></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">You can visit the author
at her website here: </span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"><a href="http://www.authordljackson.com/"><b>http://www.authordljackson.com</b></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Valerie Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11761558020418265338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738883619831401054.post-28732449337196916302015-08-05T15:10:00.000-04:002015-08-05T15:10:54.144-04:00Audio Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">By V.S. Morgan</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"> </span></b><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">I LOVE TO READ. Shocker, right? Like most
authors, I’m an avid reader. While one of my absolute favorite things to do is
to curl up in my recliner with my e-reader and my two dogs, I have to do
stuff…sometimes boring stuff…like laundry, working out, and going on long road
trips. And that makes audiobooks one of the best inventions of all time!</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">My best friend is always on the go and
listens to audiobooks almost exclusively, so it was a big goal of mine to have
my work in audio format. When Decadent came to me with the opportunity for “Sam’s
Temptation” to be available in audio, I was over the moon. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Jessica E. Subject is not only a lovely
person and very talented author, she’s also Decadent’s audiobook coordinator. Jessica
was super organized and made the audio process so easy for me. She showed me
where I could find narrators, worked through the audition and narrator
contracting phases, and guided me through the review process. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">As we readers all know, a narrator can
make or break an audiobook. I won’t buy an audiobook if the narrator has the
pace and enthusiasm of Lurch from the Addams Family. I was thrilled with my
narrator, Lane Baldwin. He did a fabulous job bringing my words and the hunky
Malone brothers to life. I love hearing him tell the story just as I wanted it
to be told, complete with just the right pauses and inflictions. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">I’d love to hear from you. When and where
do you like to listen to audiobooks? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Check out all of Decadent’s audiobooks <a href="https://soundcloud.com/decadent-publishing-audio">here</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Listen to a sample of <i>Sam’s
Temptation</i></span></div>
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rectangular player: <iframe frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/210155995&color=ff5500&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false" width="100%"></iframe>Valerie Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11761558020418265338noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738883619831401054.post-74425693181013295442015-08-04T03:00:00.000-04:002015-08-04T21:14:02.776-04:00Hot Cowboys!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-indent: 0.2in;">by Jon Keys</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-indent: 0.2in;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-indent: 0.2in;">Today’s the release of a fun novella I wrote in response to
Decadent Publishing’s Beyond Fairy Tales and I was lucky enough to get to write
my version of Cinderella. I followed the feel of the original Grimm’s tale and
had a great time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Hopefully you will enjoy reading it as much as I did writing
it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Blurb:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Kegan’s new stepfather and stepbrothers are out to make his
life miserable. Between the bullying and being overworked, he’s nearly at his
wit’s end. When his mother leaves on an annual cattle buying trip for the
ranch, he’s determined to suffer through. He must, if he expects to protect her
like he promised his dying father.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">When the family of a young man he’s been infatuated with
holds a rodeo, Kegan can’t see a way he can compete. Not until a mystical
medicine hat stallion walks into his life. It’s not long before they are the
talk, and mystery, of the rodeo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The only thing more daunting than keeping his identity
secret is how Kegan is going to balance all this with his draw to the man of
his dreams. Will Cole end up being his magical prince, or is Kegan going to
find himself left in the dust?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Purchase<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a> Links:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Spurred-Beyond-Fairytales-Jon-Keys-ebook/dp/B01255TL34/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1438730119&sr=8-1&keywords=spurred+on">Amazon</a>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Excerpt:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">An hour or so later, Kegan stood in the driveway watching
Alec drive away in the final rays of sunshine. Alec had offered to give him a
ride to the rodeo, but he’d turned him down. Once the pickup disappeared from
sight, he walked into the house and worked his way to the dark back room he
called his bedroom. He flipped on the light and clenched his jaw at what he
found.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">His clothes were strewn across the room. Some were ripped,
but all of them looked and smelled like they’d been stomped on by someone who’d
just walked through the holding pens after they’d worked cattle. They were
smeared with mud and cow shit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Dammit to fucking hell! The assholes!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He stomped through the room, kicking piles of clothes out of
his way in a blaze of fury. Everything he touched needed to be patched, washed
or, more often, both. This settled it. Brent and Seth were out to make his life
miserable. The question had become, what was he going to do about it? They seem
to have done a good job of taking away his choices.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He began to straighten the tiny basement bedroom. A few
minutes later, the job became so discouraging he dropped to the bed and sighed.
Kegan lost track of time as he thought through the last months. The sound of a
horse nearby shook him from his desolation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He forced himself from the bedroom, tired of being the one
who was crapped on around there. He stomped through the empty house, his anger
as fierce as ever. Another nicker drifted to him, and his focus shifted to the
present. He opened the door to find a horse standing beside the porch. A
beautiful Paint stallion with classic medicine hat markings.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Kegan eased down the steps and held one hand toward the
horse, watching him closely. The animal leaned forward, sniffed him, and then
snorted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Hey, big guy. Where did you come from? If a medicine hat
had appeared in any of the BLM herds around here, we’d have known.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The horse tossed its head, the black and white markings
shimmering in the sun. He didn’t shy as Kegan moved closer. The horse’s only
reaction was the rippling of thick muscles as it shifted its weight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Easy, boy. You’re awfully tame.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The horse froze in place, studying Kegan as he moved closer.
He reached out, resting his hand against the stud’s silky skin. It nickered at
the touch but didn’t move. As he ran his hands over the animal, he marveled at
how calm the stallion was. This was one of the steadiest horses he’d ever come
across.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Fella, you must belong to someone. Where’d you come from? I
know if I was missing a horse like you I’d be having a fit.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He turned to go into the house and put out the word he had a
mystery horse. When he did, the horse stepped in front of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Hey, guy. I gotta let people know you’re okay.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Kegan tried to step around him again, but the horse’s hooves
shot out and stopped him. After a third attempt earned him the same results, he
threw his hands up in surrender. “Okay, so you don’t want me to go into the
house. What are we going to do?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The stallion stuck his muzzle in Kegan’s face and snorted.
He turned and started down the driveway toward the river. The river had become
Kegan’s favorite place to escape his problems, especially after his dad died,
and they scattered his ashes there. He had spent a lot of time watching the
snowmelt flow past. In the past couple of months, he’d stopped going to the
river. But the mysterious horse headed directly toward a large boulder marking
his favorite spot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The stallion threaded its way through aspen thickets that
looked tight for a goat, but he slipped into them without disturbing a leaf.
The sound of the river grew as they passed through the mix of evergreen, aspen,
and willow. He cleared the final clump of trees to find the horse standing
among boulders larger than he remembered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Kegan took a step and froze in mid-stride. A neatly folded
set of clothes was perched on the nearest flat rock. He stepped closer and
touched them. The deep-blue jeans and the heavily pressed white shirt were
obviously new, not some freak occurrence. He glanced around, wondering what was
happening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Horse, did your rider fall in or something? You don’t seem
concerned about finding anyone though.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He searched up and down the riverbank to see if someone was
trying to swim, or in trouble. He checked for a good distance in each direction
and found nothing to indicate the source of either the horse or the clothing.
He made his way to the boulder holding the pile of clothes and ran his hand
over them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The Paint stepped close and pushed them toward Kegan. He
flared his nostrils and snorted again. With the horse fixed squarely in his
sight, he pulled the jeans from the boulder and held them in front of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“They’re my size. How the hell....”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The horse struck his hoof across the rock and the wind
gusted, sounding like the low note of a Cheyenne flute. The tone drifted away,
but not before leaving Kegan with a lingering sense of peace. He looked again
to find a cowboy hat, hand-tooled belt, and a pair of boots in the mix with
everything else. Each of them appeared custom made. He studied the stallion
again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“You know, I never put much store by the whole
medicine-hat-horse-having-magic thing, but I’m starting to change my mind.” He
paused for a minute to consider. “Does that mean you’re going to let me ride
you, too? I need a horse to do the rodeo thing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The stallion slipped beside him, pressed his nose under
Kegan’s backside, and shoved him forward. His nudge was enough to send Kegan
stumbling across the rocks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Okay, got it. I’ll change already.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He stripped quickly, splashing the crystal-clear water over
himself to wash off the day’s dust and sweat. As he slipped into the clothes,
he found he’d been right. Each piece was a custom fit. The boots came to just
below his knees and stitched across the uppers were patterns of horses and
aspen leaves. The jeans hugged his butt, emphasizing his ass until even he had
to admit it was toned and muscular. By the time he fastened the silver buckle
and situated the hat, he was transformed. The ugly duckling feeling he always
had, evaporated. With a final brush of his hands, he fixed his gaze on the
horse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“All right. It’s time to see if this is going to work out.
We need to get to the stable and find a saddle to fit you. The big question is,
are you going to let me ride you? I guess now’s as good a time to find out as
any.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Author bio:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Jon Keys’s earliest memories revolve around books. Either
read to him or making up stories based on the illustrations, these were places
his active mind occupied. As he got older the selection expanded beyond Mother
Goose and Dr. Suess to the world of westerns, science fiction and fantasy. His
world filled with dragon riders, mind speaking horses and comic book heroes in
hot uniforms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">A voracious reader for half a century, Jon recently began
creating his own creations of fiction. The first writing was his attempt at
showing rural characters in a more sympathetic light. Now he has moved into
some of the writing he lost himself in for so many years…fantasy. Jon has
worked as a ranch hand, teacher, computer tech, roughneck, designer, retail
clerk, welder, artist, and, yes, pool boy; with interests ranging from kayaking
and hunting to drawing and cooking, he uses this range of life experiences to
create written works that draw the reader in and wrap them in a good story.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Where to find Jon Keys:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jon.keys.773<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Twitter: @Jon4Keys<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Other: http://jonkeys.com/</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-indent: 0.2in;"> </span></div>
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Valerie Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11761558020418265338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738883619831401054.post-57234659061726166102015-08-01T03:00:00.000-04:002015-08-01T21:35:47.442-04:00Fangtastic Scavenger Hunt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Meet
eleven authors of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and sci-fi romance while
you hunt for clues, play games, and chat! I’m one of the participating authors,
and will be there with Ross and Darci, my Wolf Shifters from Diamond Moon
(Black Hills Wolves). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Join
the hunt for a chance at prizes galore, including two grand prizes (fabulous
book bundle and $40 gift card).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Where: Scavenger Hunt Start Page - https://www.facebook.com/events/1455290931442618/<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">When: Today! Saturday, August 1, 5:00 p.m. EDT –
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Celia<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Human-wolf hybrid Darci Diamond spends every
full moon locked in auntie’s basement in Southern Oregon. Her excruciating
shifts terrify her, the last one causing her heart to stop beating. Seeking a cure,
she journeys to Los Lobos.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Ross Luparell returns to the struggling Tao
pack, using his millions made in the tech industry to build homes for pack
families in need. He never imagined he would also find his one true mate. But
when a hybrid with the biggest green eyes he’s ever seen lands on his doorstep
in the middle of a wicked summer storm, there’s no denying it. She’s the one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">She wants a normal human life, free from
pain-filled shifts. He won’t give up on her Wolf, and will do whatever it takes
to help her accept her true nature. But can he convince her to trust him with
her heart?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">By <b>Dominique Eastwick</b></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></i><i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">The last of his kind…</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">Rekkus
is the last of the great Black Tiger weres, and he’s happy to stay that way.
Working as head of security for the Wiccan Haus, a magical spa for inner
healing, he has enough danger to keep him busy. Unfortunately, the Fates are
not content with him being comfortable.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">Dana
has walked away from everything—her fiancé, family, job, and apartment. A stay
at the Wiccan Haus may be the only way she can move on. But what she finds
isn’t what she expects, nor is it what she thought she’d been seeking.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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they can open themselves up they might discover that being together can be
better than being alone and learn that passion can burn in those who least
expect it.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">Meet the unusual residents of the Wiccan Haus.</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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staff can get a little hairy, and not all of the guests eat what’s served in
the dining hall. But the Rowan siblings do what they can to make the resort a
place of healing and peace, using all of their years of practice. At the Haus,
where humans and paranormals reside side by side, everyone in need of the
services are welcome. If some happens to fall in love then all the better.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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wet arms wrapped around her, and her breasts pressed against his chest. His
eyes searched hers. He must have seen what he searched for because his lips
were on hers with feverous desire before she formed another thought, demanding
she open for him. And no part of her considered denying him anything.
Butterflies churned in her stomach until she shook. In all the years with
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running her fingers through his damp hair and deepening the kiss. His moan
allowed her to gather the nerve and strength to urge him forward. He forced her
past her comfort zone into accepting the sexy seductress screaming to be let
out. She knew what he most desired because she wanted it too. Wanted him, all
of him, every naked inch, right there, next to the lake, not even a ten-minute
walk from the Haus. Anyone might stumble across them, and she didn’t care. It
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">Shifting
Hearts by <a href="http://dominiqueeastwick.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Dominique Eastwick </a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">A Man Worth
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">An Apple
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">Siren's
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">Psychic Lies
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">Unveil my
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">Finding Her
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">Guarding His
Heart by <a href="http://carolynspear.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Carolyn Spear </a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">Lifebound by <a href="https://www.facebook.com/author.leigh.daley" target="_blank">Leigh Daley </a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">The 13th
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">A Bride
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;">Healing his
Soul's Mate by <a href="http://dominiqueeastwick.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Dominique Eastwick </a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">Award-winning author Dominique Eastwick currently calls North Carolina
home with her husband, two children, one crazy lab, and one lazy cat. Dominique
spent much of her early life moving from state to state as a Navy brat. Because
of that, traveling is one of her favorite pastimes. When she’s not writing, you
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