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Guest blog with Sallie Lundy-Frommer author of Yesterday’s Daughter

 The Slut – vs. – The Virgin      *      Jezebel – vs.- Eve
With promiscuity being so popular with characters like Samantha Jones in Sex and the City and Ray Drecker of Hung, it’s a wonder that writers are still using virgin heroines.  Let me say right now at the outset, I’m not coming down on one side of this issue or another.  I’m just putting it out there for discussion.
Now, back to virgins.  Writers can use a virginal heroine for both literal and metaphoric discovery about the character and her past.  It can be the impetus to an emotional revelation for both parties.  When the loss of maidenhood is used to propel the emotional trajectory of a story, often the act takes on “mystical” properties.  The intensity of the feelings aroused by her innocence sometimes creates an emotional virginity for her partner.  In some ways, this can place the characters closer to an emotional equilibration because it’s a new experience for both, although for one it is physical and the other emotional.  
On the other hand, some writers may believe that readers find the idea of a woman sharing her first time with the hero of the story to be particularly exciting.  The whole awakening, opening, entering thing might be a great turn on for men, but let’s face it; most romance novels are read by women.  So, there must be an audience for this type of character.    
Again, this posting isn’t my soapbox for saying that one type of character, virgin or not, is better than another.  For me, I love books with all kinds of sexual characters.  Whether the protagonist is male or female, vampire or human, elf or dwarf, virgin or slut…You see where I’m going with this…..(smile)   I just need to be emotionally attracted to the characters and everything else will fall into place.  
What do you think?  Do you prefer the virgin or the Jezebel, and why?

Yesterday’s Daughter Book Summary
Paperback
Price: $12.99 
ISBN: 9781460925232
Pages: 250
Release: January 24, 2011
Amazon | Kindle | Nook | Smashword

An emotionally laden paranormal vampire romance novel woven with layers of betrayal, love and loss.

Grace Stone, who later learns her true identity is Sapphira, is a loner who survives abuse in the foster care system after being abandoned as a child. A brilliant student, she escapes from her brutal foster parents as a teenager and creates a life for herself. But, her life is little more than existence; plagued with questions about what she really is, a family that she has never known and the never-ending need to keep her differences hidden.

She is alone and lonely, believing it will always remain so until Malachi appears in her life. Malachi, a Guardian of the vampire communities, has searched for his life mate, Sapphira, for decades. He refuses to cease searching for Sapphira even though she is believed dead by all. Conflict arises over the decades between Malachi and his family because of his refusals to accept another mate. But his very soul drives him on to continue his search, knowing that he could not exist if Sapphira were not in the world, somewhere.



Sallie Lundy-Frommer Bio:

I can’t remember a time when vampires have gotten more attention. With shows like True Blood, The Vampire Diaries and Being Human and popular books like the Twilight and Dark Series, it’s seems like they’re everywhere. Vampires have always been my favorite supernatural characters. But why? Why am I fascinated with these fantasy beings? Why are you? My interest drove me to write a book, Yesterday’s Daughter. But I could have written about anything, werewolves, cat people or some other paranormal beings, but I chose vampires. Why, I wrote about vampires? I’m not sure I can fully explain why. Maybe I chose vampires because they exude prowess and majesty. But, that would be an all too simple answer. And when I think about it, I know it’s not a complete answer. But it’s a start. What do you think? Why are so many people so interested in these mythical creatures.

As for me, I was born on a farm in the rural South to a family of migrant farm workers. At an early age,my family moved to the urban North-East. Now I live in the suburban North-East with my husband and a large assortment of plants. I hold bachelors and masters degrees in Human Resource Management and currently work in the health care industry.

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 Blog Tour Schedule:

January 2
Sapphyria’s Book Reviews

January 3
Unabridged Bookshelf

January 4
BookChowDown

January 5
The Ink Puddle

January 6
Paranormal Indulgence

January 7
The Writer’s Voice

January 9
Addicted to Romance

January 10
The Character Connection

January 10
Mom in Love with Fiction

January 11
The Plot Thickens

January 11
Reading and Writing Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance

January 12
Books-n-Kisses

January 13
I Just Wanna Sit Here and Read!

January 13
Reader Girls

January 16
City Girl Who Loves to Read

January 17
Xpresso Reads

January 17
The Wormhole

January 18
Lisa’s World of Books

January 20
Mrs. Papillion The Book Worm

January 24
vvb32 reads

January 30
From the TBR Pile

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Guest Blog & Giveaway with Casey Sheridan

Number 69
by Casey Sheidan 
File Size: 113 KB
Publisher: Breathless Press (December 22, 2011)

Available at BreathlesPress, All Romance EBooks, Amazon
A matchmaking party was not Melodie’s idea of fun, and wearing vibrating panties was just plain weird. Or was it?
Should she go to the party? After all, she just might meet Mr. Right. and if he doesn’t show, she has the vibrating panties ot keep things interesting.
Melodie’s arms fell to her sides, her jaw dropping open. “What do you mean I’m dressed like your grandmother? I am not!”
“Oh really?” Trudy hopped off her stool, strode around the table, and grabbed Melodie gruffly by the hand; she pulled her through the house like a mother with a naughty child.
They entered the brightly lit master bath. Trudy placed her before the full-length mirror and stood behind her. “Meet Grandma.”
Melodie’s green eyes stared agog at her reflection. Slouching white socks and purple fuzzy slippers covered her feet. She wore dark green flannel pants that fell to mid-calf, no makeup, her dark auburn hair in rollers, and a floral housecoat.
She brought her fingers to her lips. “Oh dear god. You’re right. I’m my own grandmother.” From NUMBER 69 by Casey Sheridan available from Breathless Press
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Melodie’s look does change through the course of the story. She transforms into a sexy, beautiful woman and dresses in a way that shows off her femininty.
Now, aside from the rollers, Melodie’s outfit above sounds damn comfy. Actually, I’m dressed pretty close to that when I’m writing – HA!
I have to dress decently for my day job, but once home, I’m at my best in a comfy T-shirt and a pair of jeans. My favorite T-shirt is a man’s shirt that’s three sizes too big and covered in paint stains. I’ve worn it so much the material is thinned out and starting to get holes.
I love being comfy.
Do you have a favorite comfy outfit or piece of clothing?
Help me thank Kelly for having me on her blog today by leaving a comment about your favorite comfy outfit or piece of clothing. I know Kelly loves comments as much as I do! (Thanks so much, Kelly, for having me. Xoxo)
Since I’m out having surgery, my friend, and talented author, Eden Baylee (http://www.edenbaylee.com) will be showing up to answer your questions and respond to your comments. She’s an absolute sweetie, like Kelly, and a lot of fun too!
Bio:
Casey Sheridan wrote her first erotic story on a dare, and loved it so much she never stopped. Casey’s work has been published by Breathless Press and Cobblestone Press, and has appeared on The Erotic Woman, Every Night Erotica and RSVP-Erotica.
She loves reading, writing, chocolate, bookstores, and art museums.
You can find her on the Web at:
Website: http://www.casey-sheridan.com
Blog: http://casey-sheridan.blogspot.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/CaseySheridanAuthor
Twitter: http://twitter.com/casesheridan
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Guest blog with Malia Mallory


Naughty Holiday Lyrics
I’ve always been a huge fan of holiday music. My iTunes Christmas playlist has literally hundreds of songs. As soon as Thanksgiving passes, it’s open season on playing them non-stop until New Year’s Eve.
This holiday season the music has been a different experience for me. I’ve been working hard on my writing and even published an erotic holiday novella. I think due to this, my frame of mind has been different. I’ve been stuck in a rather “adult” mode.
This year a lyric like “Santa Claus Got Stuck in My Chimney” took on a whole new meaning for me. Suddenly many songs had hidden meanings like the adult jokes in a children’s animated movie. Never before had so many songs been so suggestive. “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” or “It Must Have Been the Mistletoe” suddenly didn’t seem to represent a season primarily geared toward children.
I’ve come to realize after a little thought, that there have always been songs with more adult themes. “Blue Christmas” definitely has an adult view with its description of a sad holiday breakup, something so many of us have experienced. And who can forget “Santa Baby,” a perennial favorite with a decidedly suggestive theme.
Even though my outlook has been different, my enjoyment is still there. So thank you Elvis, Eartha Kitt, Ella Fitzgerald and all those great musicians who’ve brought us the classics we can all enjoy year after year. Have a wonderful holiday season and best wishes for the New Year!
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Malia Mallory is the author of The ABCs of Erotica (A-C available now) and Santa’s Backdoor Baby, a holiday novella. Her newest story, Mia’s Cop Craving, was released December 5.  All are available at major online retailers such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble and AllRomance Books. To receive a free copy of “B is for Beach” from The ABCs of Erotica, sign up for her newsletter at her website http://www.maliamallory.com.
Holly is home for the holidays and working as Santa’s elf at the local mall. She’s embraced her sexuality and is looking for adventure. Will she find it with Jack, a fellow elf? Will Santa Nick fill her with the holiday spirit? In the end, she entices them both and learns the pleasures of taking on two men at once. (6500 words)
This ebook contains graphic depictions of masturbation, oral sex, anal sex and double penetration with multiple partners. It is intended for persons 18+ only.
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Guest blog & Giveaway with Desiree Holt



Want to win a prize? Just leave a comment. I’m giving away two prizes: a copy of the book you can read about here and a $25 Gift Certificate at Amazon. Two lucky folks will be chosen January 2. But ya gotta comment to win!!!

Who says you’re too old for Santa Claus? I really don’t think there’s an age limit, is there? My favorite thing to do on Christ, beginning Christmas Eve, is something I only started about ten years ago. How many of you follow NORAD’s Santa Track?
NORAD is an acronym for the North American Air Defense, the bi-national U.S.-Canadian military organization responsible for the aerospace and maritime defense of the United States and Canada.
It all began in 1955 when a Sears store in Colorado Springs mistakenly printed the phone number for NORAD instead of Santa’s Hot Line. The Director of Operations at the time, Colonel Harry Shoup, decided technology could only improve tradition. He set his staff to checking the radar for indications of Santa making his way south from the North Pole. Children who called were given updates on his location, and a tradition was born.
Now each year NORAD now puts the Santa Track on the Internet. Millions of people who want to know Santa’s whereabouts can visit the NORAD Tracks Santa website. NORAD uses four high-tech systems to track Santa – radar, satellites, Santa cams and fighter jets.
Want to track Santa? I know I do. It’s become a tradition at our house. Just go to Google Earth and type Track Santa in the search box. Go on. It’s fun!

And while you’re tracking Santa, have a cup of eggnog with rum liberally added and read about a great Christmas romance in HE CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR. One of the stories in  MADAME EVE’S 1 NIGHT STAND CHRISTMAS ANTHOLOGY from Decadent Publishing. Available from all your online bookstore as well as www.decadentpublishing.com

Blurb:

Cody Alvarez needed to find a wife by Christmas or he would lose the ranch his uncle left to him. Libby Morris just needed, for once in her life, to feel desired. Sensual. Appealing. Especially after an intense reshaping at a high-end spa. Invited to Christmas Week at the Castillo Lodge in Alaska by Madame Eve of 1Night Stand, Cody and Libby were not given the names of the partners chosen for them. As they were forced to wait until they learned who their one-night stands were, they discovered an incredible spark of chemistry and a connection stronger than either had experienced before. Would spending a very erotic night together ruin their arrangements or give them another option?
Excerpt:
“I’m not very good at this,” she said slowly.
He squeezed her hand gently. “At eating dinner?”
She shook her head, still not looking at him. “At…small talk. Dating. Things like this.” Her cheeks felt so hot she thought they must match her lipstick.
“Libby?” Cody’s voice barely penetrated the fog of embarrassment. And he still had hold of her hand.  “Libby, look at me.”
Reluctantly she raised her eyes.
“I’m going to order us each another drink and then I’d be interested to find out why someone as beautiful and sexy as you has trouble in a social situation like this. Surely you must be beating the men off with a stick.”
She made herself breath evenly. She might as well tell him. They’d never see each other again and maybe he could give her some moral support. Besides, he made her feel comfortable, something her assigned date night not do.
The waiter cleared their dessert dishes, brought another glass of wine for her and bourbon on the rocks for Cody. He touched his glass to hers.
“To us. Two people enjoying a nice dinner.”
She laughed at that and swallowed some wine.
“Now. Let’s have it. What’s got you skittish as a newborn calf?”
“You’ll laugh at me.”
He smiled. “Darlin’, the last thing I’ll do is laugh. I promise.”
She took another gulp of wine. “Well, they say it’s easier to tell things to a stranger.”
“Oh, but we’re not strangers,” he protested. “Are we? We spent all that time on the plane together, right? But Libby? It’s still all right to talk to me. Tell me.” 
She drained her wine glass and held it out. “C-Could I have another drink? Please?”
Cody laughed. “Yes, but then I’m cutting you off. I don’t want anyone to accuse me of getting you drunk and taking advantage of you.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “I…You…”
He signaled for the waiter then picked up her hand again. She wished he’d never drop it. It felt so good and secure.
“Breathe,” he teased gently. “It’s okay. Just relax. If you don’t want to say anything you don’t have to. Really.”
“I’ve been fat and frumpy and boring all my life,” she blurted out then wished she could dive under the table. When he didn’t say anything she made herself look up and saw him staring at her. “What?”
He cleared his throat. “Libby. I have to say that those are three words I would never associate with you.”
The waiter brought their drinks and she paused long enough to sip some of hers. “That’s because you didn’t know me. Even now I have a long ways to go.”
“For what?” He sounded astonished.
“For, you know. To look like everyone else.”
“Why the hell would you want that? You’re perfect the way you are.”
She snorted. “Oh, sure. That’s nice of you to say but you don’t have to be polite. I just spent two months at a spa to get to this point.” He hadn’t stopped staring at her. “That’s why I booked this thing through 1 Night Stand. A woman at the spa told me about them.” Her face heated again. “I wanted an exciting, erotic night like my girl friends talk about. An adventure. You know. Hot sex.”
Oh, god, maybe the floor would just open up and swallow her.
Cody downed his bourbon in two swallows and signaled the waiter for the check.
“Finish your wine. We’re getting out of here.”
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Guest blog with Liia White


1Night Stand and Madame Evangeline. It’s such an exciting, intriguing concept that if a service like this really existed, it’d be worth millions!
If you’re not familiar with the 1Night Stand series – check out the blog here. When I first heard about it from Rebecca Royce, I checked out the blog and detail sheet and instantly loved the idea. Then I read a few of the books and was completely hooked. The idea of someone who is either damaged, a professional with no idea how to get into the dating world, or someone who’s just lost in life, spending one hot night with a stranger was enticing enough. The two of them being perfect for each other is just
What started out as an idea from Valerie Mann, Kate Richards & Olivia Starke has turned into a phenomenon with more than 50 books being written about Madame Evangeline and her matchmaking skills.
When I tried my hand at writing a 1Night Stand story, I knew this was going to become a little obsession for myself. My first, One Hot Australian Night, was accepted and published on July 15th. A few weeks later, I received an email asking me to be a part of the 1Night Stand Holiday Anthology that Decadent were putting together. To say I was ecstatic is an understatement. But when I found out who the other authors were that were a part of the anthology I nearly fell off my chair!
Her First White Christmas is part of Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand Holiday Anthology – which includes brilliant stories from Cerise DeLand, Desiree Holt, D.L. Jackson, Stacey Kennedy, Rebecca Royce, Clarissa Yip and my lucky self – is a fun anthology filled with sweet, sexy stories of romance in a bundle sub-genres.
Her First White Christmas is my offering about two Aussies who have waited long enough to find each other.
Blurb
Remy Sommers has grown weary of his playboy lifestyle. He’s ready to fall in love and settle down. Problem is, he doesn’t know where to start. After attending his sister’s wedding, he takes her advice and contacts the 1 Night Stand dating agency – the same agency she used to find her new husband.
Bella Donna has had enough of blind dates. She’s always left bitterly disappointed. On the advice of a friend, she contacts Madame Evangeline, hoping her reputation precedes her and she can find Bella Donna her perfect man.
A mysterious invitation from Madame Evangeline leads them both to the secluded and exclusive Castillo Lodge in Alaska for a holiday event.
Will they get their happily ever after? Or will their first white Christmas end in disaster and disappointment?
Thank you so much for having me today.
Happy Holidays everyone! 

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Guest blog with Lucy Morgan

OLLY’S CHRISTMAS GIFT GUIDE
People call me a lot of things: rude. Impulsive. Thunder cock (okay, maybe that’s just one person. Okay…maybe I made that one up). But all of them can agree that I buy amazing Christmas presents. Need an emergency gift idea? Never fear, my little fucktoads: Olly the Awesome is here to assist!
To inspire you, here are the gifts I’m buying for my three closest, bestest mates–the stars of BEAUTIFUL MESS–this year:
TOM
My roomie Tom is not an unattractive guy. I can say this because I’m hotter than him, and if we ever decide we like the cock, I’d be totally out of his league. But yeah. Not at all unattractive, very funny, and training to be a doctor. Have I sold him to you yet, ladies? Because my poor mate Tom needs to get laid, and so for Christmas: I’m buying him a girlfriend.
You read that right. There’s nothing you can’t get on the internet these days. She arrives from China on Friday (just in time to be wrapped and shoved under the tree. Shh, shh…I’ll let her use the toilet first, I promise). I wanted one from Burkina Faso but all the flights were booked…bummer.
BAILEY
Bailey is my other roomie, and my much-treasured chick friend. Every guy needs a girl he isn’t banging to get advice from, to cook for him, to purchase a carefully controlled number of cushions for the sofa. Bailey just got dumped and she needs some serious cheering up, so for Christmas, I’m buying her a fuckload of liquor. And maybe some trashy girl DVDs with sparkly vampires and shit.
What I’d really like to do is buy her an orgasm, because she got drunk the other night and confessed that she’s never had one with a dude. But it turns out that purchased orgasms appear to come with a side order of skinny syphilis. I was going to give her an IOU but my girlfriend objects, for some reason.
LINC
Ah, Linc, my good friend and business partner. You know what I’m buying him? Some balls.
See, he’s another not-unattractive guy. In fact when Linc and I don our fuzzy werewolf costumes and post the vids up on YouTube–as we do for our parody company–he gets more fanmail than me (and I’ve got the broader shoulders, the sparklier wit. Where are my stalkers? Where’s my knickers in the post, huh?). So how is it that now Bailey’s single and he’s been batshit crazy about her for, like, ever...he can’t bring himself to do anything? Linc needs courage. Linc needs new balls. Fortunately for him, I found scrot-seeds on some website, so he can literally grow a pair.
So there we have it, my festive fwends: Olly’s Christmas, all wrapped up. And if you want to find out what happens with my besties (they’re so fortunate to have me), you can pick up a copy of BEAUTIFUL MESS from many, many vendors. And it’s free!
Merry Christmas, mofos!
Beautiful Mess 
Author: Lucy V. Morgan
Formats: Purchase links
 iBooks (free) |  Amazon |  
ARe (free)            
Smashwords (free) 

Release date: Friday 25th November 2011

Publisher: Self-published
Edited by Christa Desir
Cover Art by Kenny Wright
Length: Novella, 15,000 words
Genre: contemporary erotic romance, humour
Blurb
Warning: contains pet rats, hot YouTube celebrity roommates, and one spurned girlfriend about to get even…
Working in a wedding cake shop sucks when you’ve just been dumped.
Bailey Frost has a recipe for disaster: one cheating ex, one big glass of liquor, and three well-meaning male friends who think her lack of a sex life is funny. Before she knows it, she’s confessed that she’s never had an orgasm with a man.
Now Bailey has to navigate sappy couples at work, while her friends are hell-bent on helping her get revenge on evil Craig…by dressing up as werewolves, on YouTube.
And one of those friends– the tall, shy-but-gorgeous Linc–might just want to help Bailey with that other little problem…
EXCERPT
           Showers are supposed to make you feel better, aren’t they? You scrape off the day. Lather up your troubles. Wash that man right out of your hair (Oprah finger snap!). So why, after at least fourteen quid’s worth of Clinique, did I still feel like I was scraped off Craig’s shoe?
            I slathered on coconut moisturizer, threw on satin pajamas, combed the curls out of my hair. The only thing the Jäger had done was give me a headache. What was that incessant —
            — oh, the doorbell. Great.
            The boys never answered the door unless they were expecting food. It was an unwritten rule– a bit like “Bailey always brings the cake off-cuts from work and we feed them to her rats when she’s not looking.”
            I tucked my hair up into a bun and shuffled towards the groaning bell. I still wasn’t sure why we went for the musical one that plays the Phantom of the Opera. In the dark, it just got creepy.
            Linc filled the doorway, all shoulders, dimples and ruffled black hair.
            “Hi,” he said, looking awkwardly surprised. Not that it was personal. Linc(oln) always looked like that. It was his thing.
            “You can come in, you know.” I stood aside and he nodded at me.
            “Yeah. Okay.”
            He practically lived with us, anyway–what with he and Olly’s website.
            “Go on then,” I said.
            He slid in and I put the latch on behind him.
            “Good day?” I asked.
            “I killed some servers. I was meant to do that, but then they wouldn’t come back online…and then…” He toyed with his hair. “Then we all snuck off for McDonald’s and came home.”
            “Sounds eventful. Maybe if your gay poodles take off, you can quit the day job, like Olly.”
            “They’re camp werewolves.” He grinned just slightly. It lit up his whole face. “But yeah. Paws crossed.”
            I’d barely shut my door when I heard him talking to Olly in the kitchen.
            “What’s wrong with Bailey? She’s all…sullen.”
            “Oh.” Olly talked through a mouthful of pizza again. “That cunt dumped her.”
            “Shit.” Air hissed through Linc’s teeth. “Is she okay?”
            “They were together for like, two years. Do you think she’s okay? Still.” More chomping. “The dude’s done her a favor. I mean, he stayed over often enough and there was never much going on in the bow-chic-a-wow-wow department, eh?”
            They guffawed with that manly, cringing laugh that they do when a footballer misses a goal.
            They’d listened to me and Craig have sex? Was it even that loud? Why had this not been mentioned in a passive aggressive boy-pun?
            Linc tittered. “Oh man. That’s low.”
            “It’s true though! Come on, you were here enough times. Creak…creak…creak…sorry, baby.”
            Oh God. As if things weren’t bad enough.
            “If my girlfriend looked like Bailey then I’d want her to at least, you know, realize that I’m fucking her,” said Olly.
            Linc cleared his throat. “Your girlfriend looks like Lucy Liu.”
            “I know. I got some sauce with my awesome! Let’s eat.”
            I couldn’t sit down. Couldn’t think. I was just so mortified, and so…rage-y.
Author Bio
Lucy V. Morgan is a genre-hopping British writer and the author of the Whored series for Lyrical Press. She believes that fools are made to be broken, rules are made to be bent, and flawed characters are the most interesting. If it’s hiding in the shadows, she probably thinks it’s hot. Originally, Lucy thought that talking about herself in the third person would sound pretentious, but finds she is DRUNK ON THE POWER.
 She will now be going for a lie down.
Links
Author’s Website: http://www.lucyvmorgan.com/
Author’s Twitter handle: @LucyVMorgan
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12922018-beautiful-mess
Read the first chapter of Beautiful Mess: http://www.lucyvmorgan.com/2011/11/beautiful-mess-chapter-one.html

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Guest Blogger Kristen James

Romance Mini “The Look”
Kristen James
The pouring rain outside made it feel more like late evening than six in the morning. Annalisa stared out into it, her back to the office door. Sounds banged and clicked in from the busy shop outside as she tried to jumpstart herself.

The sound of the door swinging open did it. The outside noise jumped in volume, then dimmed again as it slammed shut. She spun around.

“We don’t need some change agent coming in here. We can handle this ourselves!” A very fit man with a long sleeve shirt and jeans threw a stack of papers onto her desk. Some slid across it and hung over the edge on her side. Spotting her, he stood mid gesture and blank faced, watching her push the papers back into a somewhat neat stack.

The day went from bleak to super charged in 2.3 seconds, and not because he’d burst into the office. This guy needed to be in a clothing ad, maybe for outdoor gear. He had a movie star, Brad Pitt type face, and she imagined running her hand along his jaw, checking for stubble.  

She sat and leaned back in her chair. “What kind of ideas do you have?”

“Who are you?”  

“Looks like I’m the person you’re looking for. Mr. Rici brought me in to see how we can improve the processes out there.” She glanced down at his papers to keep her eyes away from his tall and lean figure, the piercing blue eyes set in a firm face. Soon she realized he had thoughtfully written out several process improvement ideas with calculations on how much time each would save.

Sometime during her scanning, he asked, “Do you have a name?”

She finally looked up and realized he’d sat down and had been watching her for several minutes. Evaluating her. Memorizing her. His face had softened considerably and now he stared at her in wonder. She’d been about to compliment his ideas but got caught up in gazing back at him.

Oh, yeah, her name.

“I’m Annalisa Gildhart, and you?”

“Dan.” He extended his hand in a polite gesture that threw her. His shake was firm but not too hard…and they didn’t break the physical contact right away. He nodded toward the papers. “You know, people aren’t expecting you to listen to our ideas.”

She smiled, thankful for his honesty. “I’m here to help, believe it or not, and that means working with you to keep this place running. These are great ideas, Dan.”

A slow smile spread across his face, and the flirtatious tilt to it made her think he’d reacted more to her smile than her words. Still, he looked much more at ease.

It was her that was tingling inside.

 Dan leaned back and studied her. Change always made people nervous, but he almost looked like he’d be willing to drop the old us-against-you routine. Oh, she hoped he’d keep that attitude and prevent a hotbed of tension. Everyone would have to work together or this place would be closing within three months.

“So you might be around a while?” The smile lifted even more on one side.

“Yeah.” She was local too, but kept her answer short.

They were smiling across the desk at each other when someone else rapped on the door and cracked it. “Mrs. Gildhart, you’re on. Everyone’s gathered for the morning meeting.”

She pulled in a deep breath as she rose, then grabbed the papers. She’d like to show them she was on their side and wanted their ideas.

Dan gave her a reassuring smile. “This revamp is starting to look much better than I anticipated.” The gleam in his eye sent shivers up her back as she stepped out of the office.  Annalisa agreed. She just hoped she could concentrate on work with him around… but, wow, those jeans looked good on him.
About Kristen James
Kristen James is a bestselling Kindle author of romance, general fiction and Native American fiction. She lives on the river in Oregon enjoys travel, cycling, hiking, berry and mushroom picking, fishing and activities with her family. Her favorite fishing stories include hooking a sting ray in Costa Rica and fighting a few monster salmon in her home state. Learn more at about Kristen and her writing at  www.writerkristenjames.com.
More Titles by Kristen James
Kauai Spy Games – Co-Written with Jeff Ivanov
A Cowboy For Christmas
More Than Memories
The Enemy’s Son
The River People – Native American Fiction
A Miraculous Fate –  Co-Written with Tommy Garrison
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Guest Blog with Marlene Sanchez

Books-n-Kisses is please to welcome Marlene Sanchez to the blog today. 

Marlene, The floor is yours…………….

Why Cuban-Americans from Miami?!
Believe it or not, people have actually asked me why the main characters in my stories are Cuban-Americans from Miami and Miami Beach. They don’t mean it in a negative way, I take it as curiosity, especially since I live in a state where Hispanics are few and far between. I usually give them the quick answer, but since we have a little time, I’ll give you all the full version. I know, I know, how generous of me. LOL.
My mother is the youngest of four children, all born in Havana, Cuba. The two oldest, a sister and her only brother, married and left to America, New York to be exact. My mother was very young, and this was all when people could come and go from Cuba as they pleased. When Castro was about to take over, my mother was 12. Her father told her they were going to go to New York to meet her new nephew and off they went. One sister stayed behind because she was married and had children, she didn’t want to move them. Needless to say they never left New York. So, my sisters and I, and our cousins, are first generation American on my mother’s side. So, why are my main characters Cuban-American? Because I am proud of who I am and where my family is from. We are rich in culture and strong in our values. I am proud of what the Cuban people have become and accomplished in a country that was not their own. They came with nothing but their families and flourished into a group of people that give back to their communities. We are raised knowing the suffering of our families that stayed behind, and that family is the most important thing there is. With all this pride flowing through our veins, how could I not honor my family by creating characters as strong as we are.
As for the part about Miami and Miami Beach… When we were young my parents were going through a divorce and since my mother’s oldest sister had moved to Miami some years before, she decided we should move there too. Well we had to have family close by, who better than your sister?! I was raised in Miami so I know enough about it to have my characters all live and work there. Plus, like Will Smith says, “Miami Is the city that we know don’t sleep…” There is so much to do there. It is also literally a melting pot of culture and ethnicity. What’s better is, and you may not believe this right away, everyone gets along and we all embrace each other’s cultural differences. What a concept, huh?! Besides Cuban friends I have friends that are Colombian, Venezuelan, Italian, Peruvian, etc. With that all said, Miami is also a beautiful place with amazing beaches.
What more can I say to explain why my characters are who they are?! I certainly hope I didn’t bore you all to death. I just wanted to be sure everyone knew the method to my madness.
Waves of Deceit
by Marlene Sanchez
The Pascual crime family is getting bigger and stronger and taking over more and more of Miami every day. The FBI has been trying to take them down for years, but they can’t seem to make anything stick. Enter former Marine sniper, Agent Michael Walker.
Until age 17 Michael was best friends with Manny Pascual, the heir and current head of the Pascual family. Now the FBI wants him to infiltrate the family he was once a part of in order to collect enough evidence to bring them down for good.
Although it has been more than ten years since Michael has been back to Miami, Manny is more than happy to have his best friend back where he belongs. Not everyone is as happy to see Michael, but one person is secretly thrilled to see him. Bianca Martinez, the family lawyer, can’t keep him out of her head
The FBI is closing in, but Michael is becoming more conflicted between his job, his friendship with Manny and the life he missed in Miami. The hot relationship sparking with Bianca complicates things further when he learns Manny wants to claim her as his own.
Will the years of friendship between these three endure as they find themselves between the tightening vice of rivaling families and the hard fist of the law? Or will they all drown in their Waves of Deceit?
Born in Manhattan, Raised in Miami, Living in Alabama. 
Marlene Sanchez is a Daughter, a Sister, a Niece, a Cousin, a Friend, a Wife, a Mother, a Step-Mother, and an Aunt… She thrives off her Family and Friends, and tries to live her life to the fullest… Her children are her life, but her passion is writing.
Her novels reflect her Hometown of Miami, her Cuban upbringing and her love for gangster movies (legal and police dramas too).
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Guest Blogger K. Carlton

Books-n-Kisses is pleased to let Kenya Carlton take over the blog today. 

Helpless and Hopeless is my first dip in the short story pond.  I like to take my time and poke around in my characters head for awhile but that would defeat the purpose of mini erotic stories for readers short on time. With the challenge of constructing a short story from my usual 300 pages to a tight and healthy 100 I came up with two of my cutest characters Brooke Langley and Sam Foley.
The adult versions of the two high school misfits that grew up are the type of friends that everyone thinks should bone if they are not all ready.  A couple of cute kittens that jump, play, and snuggle.  Familiar as an old marry couple but unwilling to throw in the towel and admit that they were made for each other. 
I had fun with these two friends that go way back and I don’t think I could have pulled off my first short with any other couple but them. 
Sam the quintessential shy jock is the guy girls really want in high school instead of the obnoxious block head that they ultimately end up with.  Most girls aren’t mature enough to know that.  Brooke Langley on the other hand saw Sam’s potential but unfortunately not her own.  Big boobs with a lot of ambition and just as much heart Brooke allowed the moniker of the poor kid follow her around and dog her through out her entire high school experience. 
Both of these characters succeed as adults on different life paths but always seem to find themselves back in each other’s arms within a 16 year time period. 
In this short the question will they or won’t they become more than friends with benefits isn’t answered but stick with these two because I plan to revisit this characters once more in Helplessly Hopeless at a later date.

Undressed Inc. Anthology
At Undressed Inc., the women you meet are an eclectic bunch, but there is one thing that connects them: their sexual desire and their need to satiate that desire. In the hot anthology Undressed Inc., sit back and enjoy four stories that bring you front and center on dynamic women who, once tangled with a man who pushes all her hot buttons, fight for every drop of pleasure and love they can get.
HELPLESS AND HOPELESS by K. Carlton
Not at all happy about her long-awaited homecoming, video vixen Brooke Langely finds herself the maid of honor in her best friend’s wedding and face to face for the first time in years with her old high school rivals. But Brooke has her silver lining in the form of Sam Foley, the shy jock in high school that was Brooke’s favorite extracurricular activity after school.
For the next few days, Brooke plans to make up for old times and screw her sex buddy like crazy.  Unfortunately, her best friend’s circus of a wedding threatens to get in her way.
NO OTHER LOVE by Embue
Arizona “Ari” Garrison has made some changes in her life: she’s finally left her abusive ex-husband Fletcher and she’s graduating college with her degree in business. Despite her accomplishments, what she lacks is a real man to be the comforter she seeks. Her vibrator can only do but so much to curb her sexual desires. The night of her graduation, her best friends take her out to have a good time. Little did she know that she’d find love in a jazz club.
Newman Riley Myers has had his share of women. After breaking off his engagement to the daughter of a wealthy socialite two years ago, he vowed to never love again. It’s not until he lays eyes on Ari that his mind is swayed. Handsome, educated and interested, Riley pursues Ari and wants her in the worst way. His only fear is can she love him for who he really is.
With secrets lingering in the balance and jealousy in the air, can Ari and Riley shed their fears to have…No Other Love?
BLACK HONEY by Samara King
Skeletons could wake the departed and make the living – dead targets!
Who could she run to?
When Officer Elisha “Elle” Taylor finds out crime lord Monty “Black” Kearns was her father, there is only one man she can turn to in the midst of a deadly plot for revenge. The very man she’d sworn never to touch again. Durant Kane.
Leaning on her father’s enforcer and her ex-lover seemed suicidal when the hit on her father was said to be ordered by his own people. Yet, the impulsive and heady sexual chemistry between them was undeniable.
One touch was all it took for the lines between good and bad to blur. One kiss was all she needed for him to steal her breath away…
TABLES TURNED by Ayanna Pierce
By day, Samantha Long uses her hands and pressure points to help her clients relax as a massage therapist.  By night, Sam is Mistress Siren and uses her whips and leathers to make her clients submit as a dominatrix at Destiny Parker’s ultra-hot spot, Awaken. No matter the time of day, her mind is constantly focused on Drew Winger, a man she wants but can’t seem to conjure up her sexy nighttime persona Siren to express her feelings.
When Destiny “gets real” with her and allows Sam to think of the alternative of not expressing her feelings to Drew, Sam unleashes Mistress Siren in the hopes to making Drew only hers. She soon realizes, however, that sometimes, in order to get what you truly want you need to be willing to relinquish control and let go.
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Guest Blogger Catherine Bybee

Books-n-Kisses is pleased to let Catherine Bybee take over the blog today.  Take it away Catherine. 
Thank you so much, Books & Kisses for having me here today.
I’m rounding out the last few guest blogs on my blog tour for Wife by Wednesday and have decided to give away one copy of my contemporary romance away today. So, dear Books & Kisses readers, all you have to do to enter this giveaway is write a comment here on this blog and answer me one simple question…
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Okay, on with my guest blog…
A few words of holiday advice.
As we say goodbye to Thanksgiving, those of us who are in The States, and run head-long into the Christmas holiday, it’s really easy to forget ourselves while we’re trying to please everyone else. Tension ramps up, family dynamics slip into every pour of our skin. We watch the running ticket of credit card bills soar. We see people we really don’t want to see and have to keep a smile on our face while sipping that glass of wine that never seems to empty. If you’re lucky your family gets along and everyone pitches in to even out the holiday drama. *sigh*
If an author wrote a book based during the holidays and all the characters blended together well, what a yawn-fest that would be. Isn’t it more interesting if there’s some reality based conflict everyone can identify with?
Without conflict, books are boring and forgetful. Sure an author may do a stellar job turning up the heat and creating complex characters… but without conflict you put the book away and never look back. Unlike books, this is a time of year we don’t want to revisit in May with big bills or ten pounds.
This is the time of year where conflict is all around us. At a time in history where the economy stinks in all corners of the world, it might be a good time to put aside some of the stress and do something for yourself each and every day. If you’re a writer… sit down and write a page or two. If you’re a reader, pick up a book and escape for thirty minutes a day. There is going to be a lot of conflict between now and January 1st. So take a moment and ease some of that pain and maybe… just maybe you won’t start the new year out with a desire to lose weight, or start exercising… or meet those writing goals. Why? Because you never lost site of those goals during this hectic time.
Conflict in books is paramount.
Conflict in life is stressful.
Happy Holidays Everyone.
Award Winning, Bestselling, blah, blah, blah, Romance Author Catherine Bybee
Wife by Wednesday 
A Contemporary Romance with a dash of humor and a whole lotta sexy…
Blake Harrison:
Rich, titled, and charming… And in need of a wife by Wednesday so he turns to Sam Elliot who isn’t the business man he expected. Instead, Blake is faced with Samantha Elliot, engaging and spunky with a voice men call 900 numbers to hear.
Samantha Elliot:
Owner of Alliance , her matchmaking firm, and not on the marital menu… That is until Blake offers her ten million dollars for a one-year contract. All she needs to do is keep her attraction to her husband to herself and avoid his bed. But Blake’s toe-curling kisses and charm prove too difficult to combat. Now she needs to protect her heart so she can walk away when their mercenary life together is over.
Catherine Bybee is known for her time travel / paranormal romance books. Wife by Wednesday is her first straight contemporary with more in the loop coming. This is Indie Published with 4.5 and 5 star reviews already coming in.
Award Winning Author for Silent Vows Paranormal Category of the More than Magic 2011 contest
Amazon Bestseller in Time Travel/Historical/Fantasy-Ghost (All MacCoinnich Time Travel Books) + Anthology’s (Soul Mate)
ARe- Bestseller (Soul Mate – Kilt Worthy)
Fictionwise Bestseller (Soul Mate)
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Guest Blog with Shelia Stewart

Writers block
These two words bring terror to every author. Any author who tells you he or she has never felt writers block is either a genius or lying. We have all experienced it at some time in some form or another. Have you ever sat down to write and find yourself staring at the screen for several minutes? Sure you have, but for most, those few seconds or minutes pass and the story continues. For those unfortunate authors where the minutes tick on to hours, days, month, it’s terrifying.
What do you do when the words just won’t come, when the story simply won’t progress, when the characters are silent?
First tip:
Do not throw your computer or laptop out the window. This electronic writing tool has done nothing wrong, why make it suffer. You do not want to be known as a computer killer.
Don’t give up:  I know it’s frustrating, believe me I know. I’ve been in that boat where the words refuse to flow. But refused to give up. I love my job too much to walk away from it. So just be patient.
Now, for some “Do’s”.
Put it out of your mind. Walk away, give yourself a few days and don’t think about what you can’t do. The more you dwell on your lack of creations the worse it will be. Spend some time outside. Fresh air can be a great brain de-clogger.
Watch a good movie. Sometimes watching a movie can jar loose the brain fog. It’s worked for me, especially watching a really bad movie. I come out of it thinking, “Hell, I can do better than that.” Then I sit down and prove myself right.
Read. Books are great motivators and help stir your own creative juices.
Find a project to take your mind off of your woes. It can be anything at all. Crochet or knit a blanket for your kids, parents, siblings, or the guy next door who keeps giving you that sexy twinkle.  Or, if knitting and crocheting aren’t your forte, try gardening. If you’re a guy, work on a car, go hang out with your buddies or try the recommended remedy for stress that my hubby loves.(You thought I was going to say sex lol) Video games. Just make sure they have a lot of gun fire, destruction and swearing. J

Maybe try redecorating your home. It works for me. Sometimes placing your creativity in a different direction temporarily can help jar. But think before painting the walls in your house bright yellow with black stripes or lime green with orange flowers.  That is just so wrong.

Sit down with a pad and paper and jot down why you’re having trouble getting the story to flow. You may just find it’s something easily remedied.
Get some sleep. Lack of sleep will make your brain sluggish. Take a nap, and try to get at least eight hours a night.
Exercise.  Okay, who threw that pen at me? I know, who wants to exercise, but it can help brain flow. I’m not talking buying yourself a Bow Flex or joining the gym and sweating until you drop. It can be as easy as taking a walk or doing some jumping jacks.
Try writing out of sequence. If you have some ideas for later on in the book but you’re stuck on chapter three and you just can’t seem to get past it, write the part that’s begging to be written. There is no law that says a book has to be written in order. If you have the ending already in your mind, then write it down. If chapter twelve is begging to spring forth, jot it down..
Work on more than one project at a time. For some authors, this works. If you’re stuck in one novel, switch to another.
Get together with other authors and have a gab session about your book. Talk about what you want from it, why you’re stuck. They may have some good ideas that will help you knock your brain back in gear.  Or simply have a good cry because you need to. Whatever works.
Also, what is your work space like? If the chair you sit in is too uncomfortable, you may be having trouble concentrating on the task at hand. Same thing can apply for having a chair that is too comfy.  If sitting in your chair brings to mind a nice nap rather than a hot story then I suggest a change in furniture. Is your work area cluttered? Often the mind can’t concentrate if the work area is too busy.
Writers block is no fun but there are ways of remedying it. You feel like a failure, like you’ll never be able to write another sentence never mind another book. But this too shall pass. I know it’s scary, but like I said, the more you dwell on it, the worse it will be.
And if all else fails, grab a bottle of wine and get drunk. J What the hell, right? And who knows what ideas might come to you in your drunken stupor. J
Check out my latest releases..
A Taste of Humanity: A 1 Night Stand series.
One night of passion could be lethal!

Wanting some excitement in her life, Penny Parker heads to Vegas. She’s hoping the guy Madame Evangeline has set her up with will give her more than a thrill.
Cade O’Donnell is a virgin…of sorts. Wanting something he’s never had before, he signs up for the 1NightStand service. Deciding to meet his match in Vegas seems the right setting for his tryst. What better place to have a fling than in Sin City.
Thrills are abundant when Penny and Cade get together. But will it be more than she bargained for? Has Cade bitten off more than he can chew?

Awaken the Demon: Book 1 in the Demon series. http://www.shielasbooks.ca/AwakenTheDemon.htm
Running from an abusive Fiancé, changing her name, Missy Green is looking for a new life. Taking temporary refuge in a group called The StarrGazers, she does her best to blend in. Problem is, the owner, Draco Starr has put his sights on her.
Born and raised in the pits of hell, Draco was sent to earth to collect souls for Satan. Having served his time he starts his own business. When word gets out that a child born from demon and human is alive, he is determined to find her and make her his own.
Discovering who Draco really is terrifies Missy, but it’s nothing compared to finding out she too is a demon. Coming to terms with who she is, dealing with her attraction to Draco, Missy begins to embrace her new life. Until her fiancé enters the picture and changes her life forever.
Darkness series:  http://www.shielasbooks.ca/TheDarknessSeries.htm
Passion series: http://www.shielasbooks.ca/ThePassionSeries.htm
Horsing Around: http://www.shielasbooks.ca/HorsingAround.htm
Shiela Stewart
www.shielasbooks.ca
Places of purchase:
Decadent Publishing: www.decadentpublishing.com
All Romance eBooks: www.allromanceebooks.com
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Guest Blog with Lila Murno

The River Taboo
When I first started this business it seemed everyone had a tag line, and people were always asking me what mine was. Oh dear…I didn’t have a tag line. Heck, I didn’t even fully understand what a tag line was to be honest. I was certainly impressed with some of the ones out there in cyber-space though. How did these people come up with such nifty ways to describe themselves and what they created? It was a good question.
A few months into my journey to becoming a writer I realized my writing was a tad different than everyone else’s, but I still didn’t know exactly how to describe it or how to “tag” it. My editor and I had a discussion, a lengthy one at that, about how my writing differed from other writer’s and what my “hook” was. You see, I don’t write paranormal and I don’t write same sex romance. Two of the hottest selling items on the market right now. The reason? They aren’t the genres I fit into. I don’t know vampires and I don’t feel that I’m well equipped to write same sex well enough to do it justice. Well, that being said, what did I have to offer the literary romantic world if I didn’t have something that screams read me? My editor enlightened me to what I do have. Realism. Hmph. Who knew? So, I coined my very own term. Realmantica. What exactly is realmantica? Since I coined the term, I believe I reserve the exclusive right to define it. Realmantica is a romance that is defined by its elements of realism with some erotic content woven throughout. It can stand alone without the erotic parts, but is much better with them present. And just what is realism? Real people, with real problems, in real places, linked by real facts, and with real solutions. In other words, these stories take time, patience, and research to develop. Some things you just can’t make up. Not that same sex romance doesn’t embody all those real things. They do, but as I already said I just don’t feel I’m the right fit for that genre. So…now I had a tag line: writing one realmantic moment at a time.
So what does all that have to do with this River Taboo? Well, you see, I grew very tired of formula romance some time ago. I’m sure everyone is aware of the formula and how it applies to Greek tycoons, cowboys, and cops. Here’s an example. Billionaire sleeps with secretary, she turns up pregnant. Oh dear, now what? They resist, they marry, HEA all the way around. Whatever. Where’s the depth? Where’s the problem, other than she’s pregnant? I want to crawl inside their heads and find out what the real issues are.

Too often, writers are afraid to walk across that bridge over the River Taboo. I’m not. That river contains all the realistic problems real people have. Disease, mental illness, physical disfigurements, poverty, drug problems, miscarriages, alcoholism, abortion, loss of a spouse, and the list goes on and on and on. All these things float down the River Taboo, but not many people are there with their literary nets catching them. They’re too serious, they’re too scary, someone might be offended. Yes, they are serious and scary. Life is serious and scary. But, if taken and treated with care and respect, no one’s feelings are going to get hurt, no one will be offended. In fact, it is my belief that these real people with real problems will appreciate the fact that someone took the time to notice them and their plight.

Now, Three for Keeps is a ménage with BDSM elements. Is ménage a real problem? Is BDSM? Well, not necessarily, but it certainly is taboo in our society. Why do I choose to write it? Because both are real and touchy subjects. Not to mention I just plain like figuring out what makes people tick and with four people in a relationship that equates to a whole lot of heads to crawl inside and pick apart. Zoey, Dane, Jack and Ryan were a lot of fun to write. And let’s face it. As much as I like writing realmantica, even I need a touch of fun occasionally.

If you’re a writer, take a chance. Don’t’ be afraid. Cross that bridge over the River Taboo.

Now without further ado…here’s a bit about my latest creation…Three for Keeps…

Zoey Matthews is in love. She’s been in love since the day she was dropped off by a social worker at yet another foster home on a back country road miles from nowhere, Missouri. At age ten, she met the men of her dreams. Over the course of sixteen years, Dane Cardwell, Jack Devereux and Ryan Wilkins fell in love with her, too. They’ve each told her they love her, they’ve shown her and each man has gone so far as to ask her to marry him. But what they don’t know is Zoey loves them all.

Her game of kiss and not tell all comes crashing down around her the night of her graduation from veterinary school and Zoey runs for the mountains. Of Colorado. Hoping to outrun her obsession with three men and forget them all together, she stays gone for ten years. But the wound has never healed. In fact, it’s done nothing but fester. Needing to clear the air, Zoey agrees to spend a few days back home with the boys never imagining it would turn into a week filled with comparison sex as Dane, Jack and Ryan each try to get Zoey to choose between them and their varied tastes.

When she finally tells the truth, a truth only one of them has known all along, Zoey fears the foursome will never be able to make a sharing relationship work. After all, aren’t there just too many personalities and desires to sort through? Add in the kink factor and things get really complicated. Zoey’s not convinced the truth has any merit, but there’s one thing she knows for sure…this time she’s playing for keeps.


Please enjoy a short excerpt:
“How long has this been going on?” Zoey asked hanging her bag over the door.
“How long has what been going on?” Jack looked everywhere but at her.
“This vigil.” She waved a hand around the room. “This shrine.”
“It’s been here since you left. We did all this as a graduation gift. We thought you might come home, you’d need a place until…” Jack stopped and took a breath. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For driving you away.”
Jack turned and left her standing there with her mouth hanging open.
How on earth could that man ever think for a minute he’d driven her away? He’d never once hinted that he held any guilt over what happened. Zoey didn’t blame him, not in the least. It was a moment of weakness on both their parts and in that moment was when she figured out she couldn’t live with one of them and couldn’t live without them all. So she’d put on her coward’s cape and fled, but not before confessing everything to Jack between crying spells.
Zoey pulled her cap off and tossed it on the sink then tugged her tank top up and over her head letting it fall to the floor. She glanced in the mirror at the artwork that Ryan hadn’t seen as she unsnapped her bra and tossed it on top of her shirt. After toeing off her ropers she shed her jeans and stood there in nothing more than a pink G-string brushing her hair out.
“Zoey Matthews,” Ryan growled and sent her a few inches off the floor squealing. “Oh my God. That fuckin’ hummin’bird wasn’t all of it? What the fuck? Jesus Christ!”
Before Zoey could cover herself, Ryan was in the bathroom with her spinning her in a circle looking her over from head to toe. His eyes lingered a while on the wild stallions galloping across her lower back.
“Who the hell did you let do that?” he demanded, pointing at her nipple.
“None of your business,” she said. “I told you earlier, I’m grown.”
That piercing had come on the heels of a stint with a bull rider who liked to play rough. Zoey found she liked a little rough too and after a few too many Patrons one night had had one of the vendors administer a little gold ring in her right breast. Of course what her next lover never knew was that the whole time he was flicking that little gold ring with his tongue she was imagining someone else’s tongue rattling her cage.
“And I told you I could see that.”
Zoey opened her mouth to give him an earful but before one word escaped her Ryan had run his hands up her nape and grabbed two handfuls of her hair, wrapping it around his fists, then literally devoured her mouth. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t move, hell she couldn’t even think. Desperate was the only way to describe what Ryan was doing. He bit, sucked, licked and inhaled her over and over again until they were both breathless, forehead to forehead heaving for air.
“Ryan?” she gasped.
“Shut up, Zoey.”
That was all he had to say before feasting on her mouth again then moving down and grabbing her little gold ring with his teeth and tugging until a zip of pain ran out and across her breast sending her heart into an irregular rhythm and her clit into a spasm.
“Oh, shit,” she squeaked.
“I’d have never guessed, Zoey. Why didn’t you ever tell me?” he breathed across her throat before taking her earlobe and grating it between his teeth.
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know, Ryan,” she groaned.
“I want to know, baby. All of it.”
“No you don’t.” Zoey squirmed and pulled away. “Stop, Ryan. I can’t…”
“Goddamn it, Zoey. Shit!” Ryan backed up and ran his hands over his head. “I’m sorry. I…that’s not what I came up here for. I was supposed to ask if you were hungry.”
Thanks to you and Jack I’m starved.
“No, thanks anyway.” Zoey yanked her G-string down, threw it at him and got in the shower.
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