tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142510572024-02-07T00:58:13.727-05:00Erotic Romance Author-RaeLynn BlueUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger117125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14251057.post-1347566071148797492015-12-07T06:28:00.000-05:002015-12-07T06:28:16.410-05:00Happy Book Birthday and the Thrill of Holiday Anticipation!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's my book birthday! That's right. Today is the official release of <a href="http://www.mochamemoirspress.com/mistletoe">MISTLETOE DREAMS</a>, a sizzling holiday collection of three stories by Laurel Cremant, Drea Riley and myself.<br />
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The holidays have always been about anticipation. Whether it was awaiting Santa's sleigh as a youngster, or awaiting snow so I could be off from school as a teenager, the month of December has been associated with family, fun, and of course, the slow burn of anticipating something wonderful would happen.<br />
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As an adult, the holidays have changed yet again to being more focused on shopping, organizing family dinners, and working. I'm still anticipating what for me under the tree. With teenage boys, I never know what I'm going to get. One year my son made me a ceramic reindeer that had pooped--a lot. A pile of tiny ceramic poop balls were at the back of the reindeer.<br />
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So, even though my life is much more full as an adult, I'm still tightly wound with anticipation up until December 25th.<br />
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What are you anticipating receiving this year? Share with me in the comments.<br />
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About <a href="http://www.mochamemoirspress.com/mistletoe">Mistletoe Dreams</a>: There's no time like the holidays for love—whether you are rekindling an old love, finding love in strange places or just expressing a love of the ages. Follow these tales of love, laughter and holiday spirit in <a href="http://www.mochamemoirspress.com/mistletoe">Mistletoe Dream</a>s!<br />
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<i>Winter's Guard. . .</i><br />
Five years after a broken engagement, Vicky and James have met again. Forced to work together, Vicky hopes to show James that what they had wasn’t all broken. All she wants is time to prove that their hearts hadn’t lied five years ago—they may have fallen in love during a dark moment in their lives, but that doesn’t mean they don't belong together.<br />
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A Trick of Frost. . .<br />
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Two days before Christmas with her ex-husband, Rick, harassing her parents, Jaycee Froste needs a gift to lift her spirits. She stops in at her favorite restaurant, and it brings more than a hot meal. Jaycee finds herself seated across from one of the most annoying and handsome men she's ever met. She would even consider letting him taste her stew, if he hadn't stolen her reservation. With the holidays upon her, Jaycee decides the thing she needs to lift her spirits is J.C., a man who offers her so much more than she ever could have hoped.<br />
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Naughty Klauses. . .<br />
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Jessica and Nic have always loved the holidays and this year they are most definitely going to be on the naughty list. When you've got eternity on your side, it's nice to living things up with a little spice. You'll never look at Mr. and Mrs. Klaus the same way again...<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14251057.post-14719916567236048742015-11-30T08:00:00.000-05:002015-11-30T08:00:01.961-05:00Cyber Monday-Sensual Cover Reveal-Mistletoe Dreams <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">If you read my previous blog entries, then you know I'm not normally a Christmas holiday writer. Yes, I've written St. Patrick's Day, Valentine's Day, and Mother's Day stories, but until <a href="http://www.amazon.com/White-Tiger-Christmas-RaeLynn-Blue-ebook/dp/B00HC1678E/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8">White Tiger Christmas</a>, I hadn't written holiday romance stories. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Part of my reluctance had to do with the fact that almost every romance author I know writes a yearly holiday story. I didn't feel I had anything new to add until <a href="http://www.amazon.com/White-Tiger-Christmas-RaeLynn-Blue-ebook/dp/B00HC1678E/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8">White Tiger Christma</a>s. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">But then Drea Riley had an idea and together we wrote, <i>A Trick of Frost.</i> Like, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/White-Tiger-Christmas-RaeLynn-Blue-ebook/dp/B00HC1678E/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8">White Tiger Christmas</a>, the story included paranormal and fantastic elements, I find difficult to resist when writing about the holidays. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">That story, along with a <b><span style="color: red;">new </span></b>story by Laurel Cremant, and a solo story by Drea Riley comprise the entirety of <a href="http://amzn.to/1PZe6ft"><i>Mistletoe Dreams</i>. </a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Today, I share with you it's gorgeous cover by the talented and brilliant, <a href="http://www.tariareed.net/">Taria Reed.</a> Cover models, <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Angelina Cavanaugh & Shawn Fejas, sizzle like an open fire! This cover is HAWT!</span></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14251057.post-43232197231000384962015-11-13T15:51:00.000-05:002015-11-13T15:51:00.107-05:00Dragons and Tigers for the Holidays<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It all began the way many projects such as this start--with a question. I was online, minding my own business, when Shara Azod asked me to write a white tiger holiday story. I'd like to say she asked, but that's probably just the nostalgia. More likely, it went down like this:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Shara: Stop that and write a white tiger Christmas story.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The rest is history. I'm a writer, and I may be embellishing that interchange a little bit (a very little bit), but the main idea is that I wrote my first Christmas story. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As my constant readers already know, I've written a bunch of holiday stories. For example, St. Patrick's Day stories (<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Touch-Four-Leaf-Clover-Shara-ebook/dp/B00J6S88TC/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8"><i>Touch a Four Leaf Clover</i></a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Forever-Irish-Love-Drea-Riley-ebook/dp/B00IRO0V32/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8"><i>Forever Irish</i></a>), Valentine Day's stories (<i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Concierge-RaeLynn-Blue-ebook/dp/B007AWXBEI/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8">The Concierge</a></i>, <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Native-Hearts-RaeLynn-Blue-ebook/dp/B00IAUKEIU/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8">Native Hearts</a></i>), and even Mother's Day stories (Mo<i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00XPUSK6I">ther Lovers</a></i>), but I have never written a Christmas story.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It isn't that I don't like the holidays. I do. Halloween is my favorite holiday, next to my birthday, but I don't have Halloween stories either. So, it isn't anything against Christmas per se. Until that fateful conversation with Shara, I just hadn't had any real reason to write one. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But most of you know, a shifter story is right up alley. I love paranormals and fantasy romances, so of course when she added that it had to be a white tiger shifter tale, well, I went all in. The result was a story about a tiger shifter, Kento, in a love triangle with a dragon shifter, and a human woman, Zina. The results are exactly what you'd expect.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Since writing <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/White-Tiger-Christmas-RaeLynn-Blue-ebook/dp/B00HC1678E/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8">White Tiger Christma</a></b>s, I have continued my dragon shifter series, Dragon's Keep. There are three stories in that series (<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Firebreather-Year-Dragon-Book-5-ebook/dp/B008DBVRUK/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8">Firebreather</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/SeaDragon-Dragon-Keep-Book-2-ebook/dp/B00CKIJ7TU/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8">Seadragon</a>, and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Earthen-Dragons-Story-RaeLynn-Blue-ebook/dp/B00INJU1Q8/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8">Earthen</a>) with more planned for 2016-2017. If you haven't checked out the series, and you love dragon shifters, please get in with the first story, <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Firebreather-Year-Dragon-Book-5-ebook/dp/B008DBVRUK/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8">Firebreather</a></b>. Or read a shorter introduction with <a href="http://www.amazon.com/White-Tiger-Christmas-RaeLynn-Blue-ebook/dp/B00HC1678E/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8">White Tiger Christma</a>s for only $1.99. </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14251057.post-38523102508023673912015-11-06T14:43:00.003-05:002015-11-06T14:45:22.813-05:00Celebrate Native American Heritage Month with RaeLynn Blue<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">November is Native American Heritage month, and it's a month celebration that is very important to me--Native American culture and pride. The month is misleading in that there are over 100 different Native American tribes in the United States. Most of the tribes are very different in terms of beliefs, practices, and language. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I've written several stories set in the Southwest. This blog post will showcase those titles that take place with Native American heroes and in the setting of the Southwest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My <a href="http://amzn.to/1kzb9WU">Native Hearts</a> series isn't a new series, but it does focus on Tank Begaye and Lee Stone. Two stories into the series, I knew I liked the concept of my Navajo hero, Tank Begaye, enough to explore his relationship with Lee and to expand it out to others in their friend group and in the area. I plan to write more in this series.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://amzn.to/1XUUk7t">Lasso a Lover:</a> </b></span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Lee Stone's regular trips to Las Vegas have always been her escapes from her boring life. The biggest draw was the handsome man who wore the cowboy costume at Dante's annual freak party. She didn't know his name, but Lee knew she wanted more of what they’d started a year before. With her sexy cowgirl outfit, she definitely wanted to lasso that lover.</span><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Tank Begaye's annual visit to Las Vegas had all the ordinary hallmarks of business travel—clients to meet, document signings, a slick hotel room, and one cowgirl to see. For over a year ago, Tank enjoyed all the Sins Vegas had to offer—especially at Dante's costumed freak party. Unlike the year before, however, this time Tank would not go home empty handed. This year, he was going to lasso a lover.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;"><b><a href="http://amzn.to/1GP9Eyh">Native Hearts</a><span style="font-size: 14px;">-</span></b></span></span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 22.4px;">Lee Stone didn’t want a heart-shaped box of boring chocolates for Valentine’s Day. She didn’t want a trip to Vegas. She’d been there and done that. What she longed for was one Valentine’s Day that didn’t invite tragedy and chaos. The last three years with her boyfriend, Tank Begaye, had been host to a blizzard, a fire, and a heart attack. For once, she wanted to spend the day nestled in her lover’s arms.</span><span style="line-height: 22.4px;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br style="line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="line-height: 22.4px;">Tank Begaye had weathered the long-distance relationship with Lee for years. Now, he meant to make her a permanent fixture in his life—as his wife. Avoiding the cliché Valentine Day’s proposals at restaurants and public landmarks, Tank knew exactly where to go—his family’s Hogan, deep in the heart of the Navajo Reservation. Surrounded by his ancestors’ spirits, he would ask Lee to join their family’s circle.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Finally, my collection of romance stories set in the paranormal Southwest is <b><a href="https://www.blogger.com/goog_1628427506">Southwest </a></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;"><b><a href="http://amzn.to/1kzfZ6A">Heat.</a> </b>The stories in this collection are <i>Speed Demon</i>, <i>Sand Storm, </i>and <i>Hot Summer Shimmer (</i>contemporary)<i>. </i> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Of course, there are many ways to help show support for and your appreciation for Native American Month. Go out and help support local and regional events!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">~RaeLynn Blue</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Coming <a href="http://amzn.to/1PnkPRa">November 3rd, </a> from some of the bestselling romance authors in the business, <b><a href="http://amzn.to/1PnkPRa">SEXY HOLIDAY DELIGHTS.</a> Pre-order and get it for </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Included in this amazing collection is my new <a href="http://www.http//mochamemoirspress.com/c-a-k-e-the-complete-series/">C.A.K.E</a>. story, <i><a href="http://amzn.to/1PnkPRa">Fruitcake</a>. </i>This is Kevin O'Bryan and Chloe Reese's story. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Here's an excerpt from </span><i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><a href="http://amzn.to/1PnkPRa">Fruitcake</a></i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Chloe heard Mr. Silver ordering people to get back to work as she picked up her </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">tablet, switched off the microphone recording software, and collected her notes. She had </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">tons of follow-up reports and work to do to be completely done with this situation, but she </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">felt good. Now, Brooke would be the topic at the water cooler, not her friend, Cree.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Behind her, she noticed Kevin lingered in the conference room. Chloe looked at </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">him and noted the muscle in his jaw worked furiously.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You were pretty amazing. Remind me never to play chess or bluff with you,” he </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">said. “Kept your cool when she clearly meant to make you mad with her racial baloney.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I’m glad you didn’t,” Chloe said, letting the compliment slide off of her. Guys like </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Kevin carried compliments around like business cards. They only used them when they </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">wanted some action. She didn’t look at him, but continued to put her items into her </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">satchel.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I did kind of lose it with her,” he agreed, picking up on her sarcasm. “I don’t know </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">what got into me, but I didn’t like what she said about Cree.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Chloe put her satchel over her shoulder. “You’re the reason she confessed. You </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">must be good at pushing people’s buttons.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I bet you really good at pushing all kinds of buttons. The thought shot through her </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">before she could do anything about it. Her cheeks warmed at the buttons Kevin O’Bryan </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">could push on her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She offered her hand, but avoided his eyes—afraid he’d see the flame of lust in </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">them. He shook it, allowing his much larger hand to linger on her fingers as she quickly </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">reclaimed it. Chills sprouted across her arms. No. I’m not going to fall for his slick talk and s</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">mooth moves. I’ve seen this too many times before.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Without another word, she headed to the door, but he followed. Her stomach </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">tightened in anticipation. Sure, she didn’t have a boyfriend or a wedding ring, but she </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">didn’t want one. Men were only interested in slacking their lust before pushing on to the </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">next new toy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Although it was the holiday season, Chloe wasn’t in the giving mood.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Because of the way Kevin’s touch made her feel, she knew at once she had to get </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the hell out of there—and quick. Her track record with men ranked in the needs </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">improvement category, and she didn’t want to start with Kevin. She had an affinity for bad, </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">womanizing men.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And she already liked Kevin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She cracked the door and stepped into the entrance. Successfully placing one </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">foot over the threshold, Chloe thought surely she’d be able to get to her car without Kevin, </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the hunky and handsome redhead asking her out. Yes, she would like to have dinner with </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">him—with him being dessert—but she couldn’t. It would end badly; they all ended badly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This close to the holidays, she wanted to be with her family and friends.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Swallowing back her yearning, she sighed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Miss Reese?” he called making her shudder.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://amzn.to/1QHLZ2H">Sexy Holiday Delights </a></b>is a collection of steamy romance stories by some of the bestselling romance authors in the business--and me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This collection contains a brand new story from my bestselling series, <a href="http://amzn.to/1GMX1hB">C.A.K.E. series </a>(formerly titled GSO). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It felt good to return to <a href="http://amzn.to/1GMX1hB">C.A.K.E. </a> A few years ago, I thought I was done with the story of Stephen Silver and his employees, but this call for holiday called for something <i>special.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And what could be a more special cake than <i>fruitcake?</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You can get this exciting and sexy collection for 0.99 until <b><a href="http://amzn.to/1QHLZ2H">November 3rd.</a></b> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But, you don't want to wait to get this hotness in your hands, so get it <b><a href="http://amzn.to/1QHLZ2H">today.</a></b> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Blurb: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Ten Steamy Holiday Stories meant to heat you up during the cold winter nights. Settle in with a cup of hot cocoa, or a large glass of wine, and enter the world of some of your favorite authors! There’s a little bit of everything for you to enjoy, including paranormal, contemporary, sweet romance and downright steamy erotica!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;"> </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Shara Azod - A Home for Christmas </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">RaeLynn Blue - Fruitcake </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Gynger Fyer - Christmas in Canada </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Jeanie Johnson & Jayha Leigh - The Twelve Craze of Christmas </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Marteeka Karland & Shara Azod - A Little Christmas Sugar </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Kassanna - Joy </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Serenity King - A Naughty Holiday Surprise </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Tiffany Monique - A Thigh-High Christmas (The Redux) </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Reana Malori - Renewal </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Chaeya Robles - The Christmas Healing </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Happy Holidays!!</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14251057.post-50173958283515563832014-11-01T18:44:00.001-04:002014-11-01T18:54:22.711-04:00C.A.K.E.-THE COMPLETE SERIES (5 Volume Set)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am so excited to see this series, my most popular, back in print and available in a complete collection.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This contemporary erotic romance series is set in the Piedmont Triad area of North Carolina, but you don't have to be from the GSO to find love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Blurb: </b>Sinfully decadent and seductive, the stories in this five volume set involve the workers of C.A.K.E. advertising firm. High stress and tight competition--in and out of work--makes the employees more than ready to let off a little steam. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />And if they find love along the way, well, that's even sweeter.<br /><br /><u><br /></u></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><u>This collection includes: </u><br />C.A.K.E.<br />AN ENGLISH ROSE<br />TULIPS FOR TONICA <br style="background-color: white;" /><font-size: x-small="">IRISH LUCK</font-size:></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">ICING ON THE CAKE </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Are you as excited about the collection's release as I am? Tell me in the comments!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">By the way,you can pre-order the complete five-book series, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00OVF940C">C.A.K.E</a>. from Mocha Memoirs Press. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Enjoy!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Rae</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14251057.post-45919440910622517162014-07-21T22:34:00.000-04:002014-07-21T22:34:28.564-04:00Strange, Delicious and Decadent Erotic Romance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Mocha Memoirs Press presents a sexy and decadent collection from The Southern Belle from Hell, Alexandra Christian.
<a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/strange-bedfellows-behind-the-red-door/" target="_blank">Step behind the Red Door</a> and enter a world unlike any you have seen before...<br />
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Welcome to The Oubliette. <br />
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Cali Barrows has had it with love. After wasting three years with the man she thought was the love of her life, she finds out that he’s been sleeping with his boss. Broken-hearted and bored, Cali’s life had become a string of TV dinners and tawdry romance novels. She wondered where her life was going until she followed the mysterious stranger through the red door and enters a world that few would ever know existed. <br />
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The Oubliette is a safe haven for all those creatures that go bump in the night. They cater to a very particular clientele and only those who seek it out may find the red door leading into a dark paradise of otherworldly delights. Together with her vampire hosts, André and Leo, Cali becomes a matchmaker for the undead and unwittingly gets herself into all sorts of mischief, all the while slipping into a decadent world where every sensual desire is fulfilled.<br />
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Includes the following <a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/strange-bedfellows-behind-the-red-door/" target="_blank">STRANGE BEDFELLOWS</a> stories: THREE TO TANGO, HIS PHANTOM CARESS, and DEAD SEXY.<br />
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Head over the <strong><a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/strange-bedfellows-behind-the-red-door/" target="_blank">Mocha Memoirs Press</a></strong> to grab this amazing collection. This is in print!</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14251057.post-59846701523077677402014-07-07T11:20:00.000-04:002014-07-07T11:20:04.475-04:00So, I've been bad...but I have GOOD News!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I know I've been neglecting the blog for about two months. Yes, I've been bad, but I do have good news! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I think you will like at least <strong>one</strong> of the following pieces of good information. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So, what has me all aflutter to actually update my blog? Well...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">1. <u><strong><span style="color: purple;">Mocha Memoirs Press's birthday month!</span></strong></u> July is always exciting because it's the month of our nation's birth <strong><em>and</em></strong> the month Nicole Kurtz decided to launch Mocha Memoirs Press back in 2010. This event always brings in new sales and goodies from MMP.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">--All holiday titles are 0.99. See the list of titles </span><a href="http://www.mochamemoirspress.blogspot.com/2014/07/christmas-in-july-sale-all-holiday.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">here.</span></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">--All erotic romance titles are $2.99 or <strong>LESS.</strong> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">--Gift bag contest. Join the MMP Mailing list and enter to WIN free</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> books! Go to </span><a href="http://eepurl.com/Yjas1"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">http://eepurl.com/Yjas1</span></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">2. <strong><u><span style="color: purple;">C.A.K.E. Box set is coming!</span></u></strong> That's right. All five titles in the C.A.K.E. series that was published by Beautiful Trouble Publishing are combined into one collection. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">If you missed any of the books in the series formerly known as the G.S.O., those titles will be back on sale, from Mocha Memoirs Press, LLC by July 31st.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">That's perfect. Cake for their birthday. :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">There are more amazing things coming in the next couple of months. Please stay abreast of the news before it hits the Internet "streets." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Join the MMP newsletter to find out hidden deals, members only contests, free contests and more. You won't get </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">bombarded every week. They respect your time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So to celebrate my story, THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT, being approved to the Torrid CLASSICS, Goddess Fish promotions is sponsoring a Virtual Blurb Tour.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Stop by these blogs and discuss the story, the blurb, and ask questions for a chance to win an Amazon gift card.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Check out these stops along the tour.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">May 19: </span><a href="http://queenofthenightreviews.blogspot.com/" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">Queen of the Night Reviews</a><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">May 20: </span><a href="http://kristabelreed.blogspot.com/2014/05/bookblast-for-personal-assistant-by.html" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">Wickedly Wanton Tales</a><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">May 21: </span><a href="http://craftymomof3.com/" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">The Crafty Cauldron</a><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">May 22: </span><a href="http://madinwonderlandreviews.blogspot.com/" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">Mad In Wonderland Reviews</a><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">May 22: </span><a href="http://wp.me/p2504a-hE" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">Dena Garson - Real... Hot... Romance</a><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">May 23: </span><a href="http://wp.me/p2Zqvs-Fn" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">Susana's Morning Room</a><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">May 26: </span><a href="http://www.longandshortreviews.com/" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">Long and Short Reviews</a><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">May 27: </span><a href="http://www.booksandotherspells.blogspot.com/" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">Books and Other Spells</a><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">May 28: </span><a href="http://alliwantandmorebooks.wordpress.com/" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">All I Want and More</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">May 29: </span><a href="http://wowfromthescarfprincess.blogspot.com/" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess</a><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">May 30: </span><a href="http://crazyfourbooks.blogspot.com/" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">Crazy Four Books</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The days are long and they roll beneath a deep blue sky. Yes, I'm quoting Don Henley but there isn't any end of the innocence here. We're hot and bothered. Sweaty and sexy. Shimmering in the sunlight. These are the days of summer, and <a href="http://laurelcremant.com/">Laurel Cremant</a><span id="goog_987455724"></span> and I invite you to check out our boys of the summer, ahem, in books.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I offer my collection of erotic romance stories, <a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/southwest-heat/">SOUTHWEST HEAT</a>, as a perfect companion to your beach bag and e-reader filled with fun, sexy reads. </span></div>
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You can get a copy of <a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/southwest-heat/">SOUTHWEST HEAT</a> in <a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/southwest-heat-print-version/">paperback</a> or ebook today. </div>
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<em>Blurb</em>: The Southwest United States is a region filled with enchantment, mystery, and a heat unlike any other. Bestselling romance author, RaeLynn Blue, takes you on three distinct journeys into the land of enchantment and through a region renowned for flavorful green chile, kick butt barbecue, and cultural distinctiveness.</div>
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This collection offers three tales of romance, southwest style. From a cop chasing down a hunky speedster on the back roads outside Albuquerque, to the strange trader selling Native American wares at a state park,<a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/southwest-heat-print-version/"> SOUTHWEST HEAT</a> conjures a rousing seduction that will leave you spellbound, breathless, and more than just a little heated.<br />
Fill your summer reading list with RaeLynn Blue titles from Amazon.com, BN.com, ARe, and Mocha Memoirs Press today.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Laurel Cremant tagged me in her blog tour! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My name is RaeLynn Blue and I write erotic romances in urban fantasy, paranormal, and science fiction subgenres. Sometimes I write contemporary erotic romances.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My latest story is called EARTHEN: A DRAGON'S KEEP STORY. It's the third story in my Dragon's Keep series of dragon shifters.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Feel free to follow me on Facebook at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/raelynn.blue.5">https://www.facebook.com/raelynn.blue.5</a> and at Twitter @raelynnblue</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14251057.post-30135781123712681832014-04-03T22:17:00.000-04:002014-04-03T22:17:22.371-04:00Guest Blog by Alexandra Christian<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Hellsong by Alexandra Christian</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Release Date: March 19, 2014</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Just a little promotional blurb that you can use to fill up some space on your blog this week. Use as much </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">or as little as you like. Feel free to discard if you don’t have room or the time. I will not be offended. As </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">always, all material is copyrighted by Alexandra Christian- 2014.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Blurb: </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Theo is a child of the storm, found wandering after the hurricane that devastated New </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Orleans, with no memory of her past. She’s made a quiet, contented existence for </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">herself. But all that changes when two very different but equally compelling men come </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">into her life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Dantalion and Saraqael both want her body, and her soul. But there’s a much greater </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">prize at stake. If she chooses right, she’ll find Heaven in the arms of an angel. If she </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">chooses wrong, all Hell will be let loose on Earth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A Romantica® horror erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Excerpt:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The heavy clunk of her boots on the sidewalk marked off each step toward her car. The sound seemed </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">to reverberate on the brick walls all around. The streetlamp beside her car flickered and she had to </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">shield her eyes to see as she approached. She finally reached the car and began attempting to unlock </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">the door. She felt around with her fingertips, seeking out the tiny keyhole. By now the rain was coming </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">down in sheets and that, coupled with the flickering streetlight, wasn’t helping her progress much. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“Damn it,” she cursed, shoving the key at the door and missing the hole completely. She gasped and </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">dropped her keys as lightning struck mere feet away from her, taking out the already ailing streetlamp. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” she shrieked, nearly in tears. She fell to her knees, feeling around on the soaking wet </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">street to find the key ring. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A car whizzed past behind her back, close enough to make her jacket rustle with the tailwind. When </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">lightning flashed again, she saw a glimmer of metal under the car. If she got down on her belly she could </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">just reach it. She groaned with the strain of her muscles as she stretched her hand toward the keys. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">She started to panic a little, hearing a heavy footfall behind her. The heels dragged along the gravel and </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">stopped right behind her foot. She closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, trying to muster </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">up the courage to sit up and face what knew must be a psycho killer. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“Do you need some help?” The voice was soft, tinged with an accent Theo couldn’t place. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">She sat up, </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">staring up at this new person. She couldn’t see his face save for the lines and shadows illuminated by the </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">erratic lightning flashes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“I dropped my keys,” she whimpered, knowing that she probably shouldn’t tell this stranger anything </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">about herself. “They slid under the car.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“Slide back, then,” he replied. She obeyed and watched as he squatted down gracefully and easily </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">plucked the keys from their resting place under the car. “Are these what you’re looking for?” The keys </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">dangled from his sinewy fingertips in front of her face. In that moment, the streetlamp flickered to life </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">again and poured a fluorescent glow over them both. She was struck by the electricity of his eyes. They </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">were like blue flames staring down at her. His hair and skin were so pale she could hardly believe he was </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">real. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but for a moment she was sure that his skin was glowing silver. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">He offered his other hand and she took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“Thank you,” she stammered, her teeth chattering in the frigid air. While sitting on the ground, she had </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">become soaking wet, the dampness chilling her to the bone. She reached out to take the keys and her </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">fingers brushed his. His hands were so warm. She had a sudden feeling that she’d like to press her body </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">against his, absorb his warmth. He seemed to read her mind and looked down, smirking. “I’m not sure </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">how I would have gotten them if you hadn’t come along.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“Well, you should be careful. Not everyone lurking about is as nice as I am.” He smiled again, making </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Theo’s heart race. “Now be a good girl and get into your car. I want to see that you’re safe before I go.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Buy Links: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ellora’s Cave: </span><a href="http://www.ellorascave.com/hellsong.html"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">http://www.ellorascave.com/hellsong.html</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">#</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Amazon: </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hellsong-Alexandra-Christian-ebook/dp/B00J2XAC2C/ref=sr_1_3"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">http://www.amazon.com/Hellsong-Alexandra-Christian-ebook/dp/B00J2XAC2C/ref=sr_1_3</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">About Alexandra: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My name is Alexandra Christian, or Lexxx if you like (yes, those three Xs are on </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">purpose). I'm an author of mostly paranormal erotic romance and horror. In case you </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">don't know what that means, I write about not-so-nice girls getting it on with out-of-<br />this-world heroes. Vampires, werewolves, selkies, angels and demons—and that's just </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">recently! My first novel was published two years ago and ever since, I've been working </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">my sweet Southern ass off to churn out as much sin and debauchery as I can.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A while ago, I christened myself The Southern Belle from Hell and I think it's a title that </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">suits me well. I live in a small town in South Carolina—the same town I've lived in my </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">entire life. The rich Southern culture, fried foods and a healthy dose of superstition have </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">colored my personality and my writing style. I have an extremely tolerant husband who </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">is the epitome of the Southern male with his buttery-thick accent, laid-back swagger </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">and simple sweetness that makes women of all ages swoon. Of course, how we ended </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">up together is a miraculous wonder. I'm a closeted Goth and when we go out, he </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">looks like my chaperone, but it works! We’re kind of a Herman and Lily Munster in our </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">neighborhood and we wouldn’t have it any other way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I’ve published several novels, novellas and short stories so far and look forward to </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">sharing my twisted view of reality with the masses through erotic paranormal romance </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">and horror. I aspire to one day be a bestselling author and part-time pinup girl. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Questions, comments and complaints are most welcome.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14251057.post-21434775607496645762014-04-01T20:09:00.001-04:002014-04-01T20:09:55.679-04:00Excerpt from THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Torrid has announced that my story, <a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/chapters/ThePersonalAssistant_RaeLynnBlue.shtml">THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT</a> will be added to its Classic line. With that announcement, it's received a new cover. I'm very excited about this, as Torrid published my first erotic romance, THELMA'S EATERY in 2006!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Check out the new cover and let me know what you think. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Here's a quick blurb for the book and a short excerpt.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Blurb: </b></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Morgan Thomas is MAC Music’s latest “it” girl. With the onset of her successful debut, Morgan was showered with money, parties, and fame. Although she can buy whatever and most often, whomever she wants, she finds herself isolated and alone, unable to trust anyone in the dog-eat-dog world of music. At this level of success, Morgan is a product to be packaged, marketed, and sold.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Excerpt:(c) 2006 Raelynn Blue</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Please, stand back!” Tyrone shoved yet another video camera out of the way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The black stretch limousine glistened under the midnight sky. How can reporters be awake all the time? Tyrone wondered as he felt someone scratch his right hand in an attempt to grab Morgan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Excuse me! Please step back from the limousine!” he demanded, roughly pushing people away as if he’d become a human battering ram.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As if unable to hear him or his demands, a young blonde woman to his left obviously didn’t understand English. She reached out and grabbed Morgan Thomas’ jacket sleeve, her face set with determination.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Let go!” Tyrone firmly grabbed the reporter’s hand and tried to separate her from Morgan. All the while, hordes of others tried to snag a piece of the music star.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“No! Not until I get an interview,” the reporter roared, her face setting into an intense frown mixed with determination.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Ms. Thomas is not giving interviews. Now let go!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Without waiting for a reply, Tyrone raised his arm and hacked the reporter on the wrist. Her grasp stayed firm. But she glared with fuming blue eyes at him before turning to Morgan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“That interview, Ms. Thomas, or you will not make your engagement tonight!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Morgan gently struggled against the reporter’s vice-like grip. With her bodyguard approaching, Morgan patiently waited as a whirl of cameras, reporters and screaming fans circled around like a raging tornado. She pressed her full, bee-stung lips together and rolled her eyes, though Tyrone could see that a twinge of fear sparkled.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Tony, hurry up and get over here!” Tyrone screamed for the six foot four bodyguard. Resembling a solid brick wall, Tony bench-pressed about three hundred pounds, biked daily and served as Morgan’s personal trainer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When Tony arrived, all pretense of being polite ended on the spot.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Yeah, Ty, what is it?” His gruff voice, heavy beard and large torso were sometimes enough to intimidate overzealous fans and hungry reporters.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But not this reporter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Please escort,” Tyrone leaned over to read the reporter’s press badge, “Ms. Sumners away from the limo.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Don’t you come near me!” Ms. Sumners shrieked at Tony, backpedaling while still attached to Morgan’s sleeve.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Come with me, Miss,” Tony said as he lifted Ms. Sumners by her elbow, squeezing it painfully hard in his wide hand.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Unable to do more than squeak in pain, Ms. Sumners walked on her tiptoes as Tony half carried, half dragged her away from the buzzing scene.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Let’s go, Mo!” Tyrone opened the limousine door and helped Morgan inside. His eyes followed her full hips as she bent to enter the vehicle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Once inside the quiet of the limo with the doors shut safely behind her, Morgan moved her sunglasses up to her hair and smiled. She lay back in her seat and closed her eyes; her smile did not falter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The limo always calmed her in ways no one else would ever really understand or even want to know about. Large public events always irritated her and made her more than a little uneasy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She sighed and unbuttoned the top button on her sheer blue blouse. Something about the black interior, the leather seats and the minibar indicated comfort and relaxation, a sexiness few other cars could obtain. And despite the pounding of fists and screams of the paparazzi outside, Morgan felt better.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Wasn’t scared, were you?” Tyrone asked as he lifted her right foot, removed her sandal and began to massage it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“No, I trust Tony,” she said without opening her eyes, and then added, “…and I trust you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You sure about that?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tyrone’s smile, which Morgan could see in her mind’s eye and hear in his voice, revealed a dimple and his strong white teeth gave his dark skin a shimmer. “For just a minute there, you looked really spooked.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Morgan made absolutely certain she could trust her staff to protect and take care of her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: left;">She had surrounded herself with people she knew; people she’d grown up and hung around with since her youth. Those who were not easily startled or seduced by her fame. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: left;">She had known Tyrone since she was sixteen, a high school sophomore.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She slowly opened one eye, spying at him through her lashes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ty, as she commonly called him, drew invisible circles on her foot, his eyes stared off into the distance—at the rearview of the limo as it sped across town—just behind her. She imagined cars packed with photographers tailing them, and temporarily, a flash of the twisted wreck of Princess Diana’s limo after being chased by the paparazzi flashed in front of Morgan’s eyes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She took a deep breath and tried to get a hold of herself. She needed to take her mind off that. Her eyes landed on Tyrone, and as so often happened when she looked at him, her libido kicked into overdrive pumping bursts of lust into her system, flooding her with desire.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He sat, her foot in his hand, his eyes staring out the window, his suit and tie coordinating as perfectly as any male fashion model. Even his socks were color synced. His shoes cost more than some of Morgan’s and his teeth, hair, and mustache had been groomed to perfection. Tyrone probably had as many face creams as she did.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">At that moment, etched into his face was an expression of such dreaminess, that for a moment, Morgan saw the teenage boy she’d first fallen in love with.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It made her smile and a warm rush fluttered through her body.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“What are you thinking about?” Morgan asked. She moved to the seat beside him and kissed his ear slowly with one long, wet smooch. Gently, as if the chaos had calmed outside, she ever so softly ran her tongue down the side of his throat and behind his neck—tasting him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Mo…” he began and immediately used his hands to shift her back away from him. He scooted to an upright position and Morgan returned to her seat across from him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She sighed as she crossed her legs at the ankles, and cast her gaze out the window as the sweeping city landscape flew by in a whirl of concrete and colors. She’d always been attracted to Ty, ever since they were in high school. But then, very much like now, he’d </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">rejected her advances and so they had settled for being friends.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“What’s eatin’ you?” Tyrone asked, his voice smooth like silk and deep, like the rumbling of a faraway storm—as if the incident didn’t just happen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t so famous.” Morgan pulled out a glass from the minibar and poured herself some white wine. She sipped a little and then closed her eyes as if savoring the sweet nectar of the gods. “I mean, look how that reporter grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. Stalkers, death threats…”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I know, Mo, but that comes with being a star.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I know what you’re thinking,” she said without opening her eyes. “But tonight, that woman scared me!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“People grab you all the time,” Tyrone noted as he folded his hands in front of him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Yeah, but those people are fans. They love my music. True, some of them can be a little nutty, but, generally, they mean me no harm.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She opened her eyes again and Tyrone marveled again at how blue they were, like the sky on a nice, clear day. He watched as she slipped her foot back into the sandal. With nimble fingers, she tied up the strings around her ankle having set the drink into a holder along the door.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“But that lady was all about business and she didn’t give a damn about me, only her interview.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Before Tyrone could respond, Tony said through the parted window, “Ms. Thomas, we’re at the Madison House. I got your luggage.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As if anyone else would. The hotel staff sometimes stole some of her things when they carried her luggage to her room and those items had found their way to an online auction website.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tony parked in the underground garage and sure enough, there were a crowd of people who hadn’t been fooled by the flyer and public press release stating that Morgan would be staying at an alternate location. Her truly devoted fans knew where to find her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Okay.” Morgan checked her make-up in the vanity mirror, readjusted her bra and exited the limo, giving Tyrone another shot of her ample ass.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“What room?” Tony asked quietly, just before Tyrone got out of the vehicle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Three-ten. The same room she always has,” Tyrone growled over the roaring screams of the crowd before getting out of the vehicle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Okay!” Tony shouted back before getting out himself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Flashes from all types of cameras—digital, phones, and regular cameras—sparkled in the dim parking garage like stars that twinkled in the sky just before dusk.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tony set about transferring luggage from the trunk to the pavement. Already a hotel bellboy and security guards were there to help him and to keep the people at a safe distance away from Morgan and her belongings.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This proved to be a daunting task.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Morgan glanced back and licked her lips as she watched Tony’s muscles ripple under his tight white tee shirt. Tony huffed as he pulled a boxy, square trunk from the limo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She didn’t stand around long. Tyrone was already calling for her to follow him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She’d slipped her sunglasses on, and she grinned brightly at the people, despite the groan rising in her throat. They were fans, most of them anyway, and she knew that without them, she wouldn’t be in the position she now held. Fatigued from the magazine photo shoot and four interviews, two on television shows and the others with local radio stations, Morgan didn’t want to sign autographs. Regardless, she left Tony and walked over to the circle of excited fans to begin signing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Later, Tyrone handled the front desk clerk and handed Morgan her keycard to her room. She went ahead, leaving him to set up her alias and arrange payment.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Anxious to escape, Morgan took the elevator up to her room. She slumped against the rear wall, thankful no one had gotten on—and for the silence. Her room wasn’t the penthouse suite and she was glad. Rock stars were known to take the most expensive room and thus, fans would stake those areas out, if they could. On the other hand, her room was large and incognito. She never got used to the sneaking around and false names. It didn’t feel like her, but someone else—some stranger who had taken up residence in her body. Even worse, it made her sometimes forget who she really was…inside. Her grip on her true self would slip…just a little.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She reached her floor in relatively good time, and as soon as she opened the door, a moist feeling dampened her panties as she remembered the last time she had stayed in this particular room.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Dropping her purse onto the plush white carpet, Morgan hastily untied the ribbons to her sandals, kicking them off at last. She proceeded to strip off her pants, panties, bra and blouse as she strutted to the bed. As she walked, the cool air felt soothing on her naked ass sending chills up her spine and forcing her skin to prickle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A gigantic king-size bed decorated in silver toned linens occupied much of the room. The sleigh bed, with dark mahogany wood and a sturdy frame, held up well since Morgan’s last visit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The matching silk drapes on the three windows looked out over sections of downtown Chicago. Regardless of the hour, traffic on Michigan Avenue could be faintly heard. Fresh cut tulips had been brought in and placed in the crystal vase in the adjoining living room, which contained the door that connected Tyrone’s room to Morgan’s in the two bedroom suite.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Oh she loved this room, well it was actually a suite, but she still enjoyed it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Climbing on the bed, Morgan wriggled in the comforting smoothness of satin sheets—which she had ordered ahead of time. Squirming, she closed her eyes and thought back to the party for three she’d had in this room. In this very bed, she’d made love to an Irish actor she met at the after-party of her last CD release some ten months prior.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Well, not in the bed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">His name had been Orlando, and he had piercing gray eyes, fire engine red hair and a well-rounded knowledge of how to please a woman.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Oh, yes, she remembered.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He stroked her cheek, and then kissed her playfully on the nose as they exited the limo. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He was calm and in control.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She played it cool, like the music star she was, but beneath her wool pants, her thong was drenched, and she ached to feel him inside her, pounding, filling and grinding until she exploded.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">By the time they reached three-ten, her hands were shaking with anticipation inside her jacket pockets. Every kiss, lick or wink drove her passion higher, yet she played the cool fish in his presence. The longer she waited, the better it would be when it finally happened.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She remembered that her friend had shared the second bedroom with her, for Allison hated sleeping alone while on tour. It had been late and Allison retired early to bed that night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As soon as they crossed the threshold door and entered the suite, her actor immediately pulled her close and eagerly devoured her mouth, greedily stealing her kisses. He started to remove his shirt, for they had lost his jacket long before they even reached the room, when suddenly, there was another pair of delicate hands massaging his round buttocks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Allison,” Morgan uttered before the actor could seal her lips with his.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Without waiting for a response, Morgan sank to her knees and jerkily unzipped his zipper. She had some difficulty due to his arousal—his cock was rigid and hard as a brick. Undeterred, she unzipped him quickly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Finally freeing him from his trousers, she wet her full lips and ravenously began to lick, kiss and suck the bobbing, hard tool.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This lasted for only a few moments—until, unable to contain himself anymore, Orlando stripped off the remainder of his shirt, and temporarily pulling himself from Morgan’s greedy mouth, hurriedly removed his pants.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">While Allison placed soft, wet kisses on his back, he forced Morgan onto the floor and hastily snatched off her pants. Morgan’s pants ripped as the button went flying and the actor moved her thong sideways to get at her treasure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">All the while, a naked and amused Allison, who crouched just behind the actor, casually and with slow, teasing licks to his anus, forced his breath to catch. Her braids tickled his back as they slipped over her shoulders. The tips brushed against his skin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Morgan had removed her shirt and lay clad only in her black lace bra and thong. “A delectable dish,” Orlando muttered before slowly entering her hot, slippery warmth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Pulling a small dildo from her purse, Allison returned to the actor and she moistened it with her already slick mouth. Without waiting or warning, she gently inserted the dildo into Orlando’s unsuspecting ass.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“What!” he squealed as it entered him. “Oh!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">With no restrictions, he thrust himself into Morgan with ease, filling her up and making her </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: left;">sigh with each powerful push.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Ahhh…” he moaned as Morgan’s voice screamed for more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Allison’s giggles, coupled with Morgan’s sighs and the actor’s grunts, made a new kind of song.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One of the first releases I ever had published by Torrid is my story, <b><a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=141">THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT</a>. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This erotic contemporary romance contains a level of suspense too. Torrid is giving it a new cover and establishing it in their "classic" line. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's earned 4 out of 5 Stars from Fallen Angels Review. Read an excerpt and other review information <a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/chapters/ThePersonalAssistant_RaeLynnBlue.shtml">here</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So, if you missed this story, grab a copy from Amazon, BN.com, or Torrid today. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><strong><em>Blurb</em></strong>: Tabitha has the hots for her sexy boss, Seamus Dooley. <br /><br /> There was something about him that she couldn’t quite put her finger on…but her finger wasn’t the body part she wanted to meld to him. <br /><br /> Seamus felt the same way about his sultry waitress and bar singer, Tabitha. However, he realized that as the heir to the Fae and Djinn kingdoms, he would place her life in danger if he acted on his feelings. <br /><br /> After Seamus is forced to rescue Tabitha from another otherworldly creature, they both realize they must be together, in an immortal circle of love.</span></div>
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Four out of Five Stars from Peking Through Books for EARTHEN: A DRAGON’S KEEP STORY. <br /><br />“This is the latest in a well written story from Ms. Raelynn Blue. Zihao, a dilong, will do anything to protect the love of his life, Sonya. If you have read the previous installments of A Dragon's Keep series, you will see a few favorites in Earthen and get more of their characters as well.”<br /><br />Blurb: Sonya Gou has a major issue. Her guardian keeps her safe from threats against her life and <span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">his heart. How can she survive being so close to the one man she cannot have? <br /><br /> Zihao Liang. Guardian. Warrior. Earthen. Blood sworn to protect the Gou's treasure, Sonya, he has put his love for her beneath a sacred vow to protect her at all cost. <br /><br /> Zihao and Sonya must put their love to the test when a powerful enemy threatens all they hold dear.<br /> Grab your Copy of EARTHEN today: <br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Earthern-A-Dragons-Keep-Story-ebook/dp/B00INJU1Q8" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.com/Earthern-A-Dragons-Keep-Story-ebook/dp/B00INJU1Q8</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Before the IGO series, my trips into the futuristic erotic romance began with </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Moonbeams-Stardust-Star-Seduction-ebook/dp/B0046LU7V6/ref=sr_1_47?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1365262802&sr=1-47" target="_blank"><em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Star Seduction</span></em></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>. </strong>The world of Moonbeams and Stardust grew as did the colorful and entertaining characters in it. <strong>Most of the stories are set on the moon, in a dive of a strip bar called, <em>The C</em></strong><strong><em>at's Meow.</em> My love of writing stories in which real people discover true love in the darkest of places continues in these stories. </strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Blurb: Thanks to an explosion on his touring ship, Jackson's life of intergalactic glitz as the guitarist in rock band dead ends on a chunk not too far from Earth, the moon. Depressed, down on his luck, and emotionally desolate, Jackson spends night after night, drowning any feelings he has left in countless mug of beer. When he accidental clashes with a beautiful black woman in the Cat's Meow lot, he sees a ray of sun in his otherwise dreary life. Star Summers is a woman betrayed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Thanks to a boyfriend who left her for greener pastures on Earth, Star is reduced to dancing as a stripper at a dump called the Cat's Meow, not to mention her morning gig of working at a diner. The moon promised to be a blessing, but has turned into a curse. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The next story, </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Moonbeams-Stardust-Halos-Heart-ebook/dp/B0046LU7UW/ref=pd_sim_sbs_b_9" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">HALO'S HEART</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">, also stars characters from </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Moonbeams-Stardust-Star-Seduction-ebook/dp/B0046LU7V6/ref=sr_1_47?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1365262802&sr=1-47" target="_blank"><em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Star Seduction</span></em></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Blurb: Halo has had enough of her tech helper Kai's flirtatious nature. Though she secretly harbors a hot flame for him, she is more than stunned when she catches him fanning his flame for a stripper from the Cat's Meow, a strip club she had long since clawed her way out of.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Torrid ask me to write a short story, and I chose to write on set in the Moonbeams & Stardust world. That story, "</span><a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-torridteasersvolume36-18473-143.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Operation Posion Moonflower,"</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> demonstrates the lush world and the action-adventure that is characteristic of this series. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Blurb: Bounty Hunter Amador Riveria has sought the elusive Lieutenant Emi Materio, aka Poison Moonflower for weeks without much success. What he has learned from snitches, waitresses, and soldiers is that Moonflower wanted no part of the moon colony wars. And she fled, taking with her the T'horio's secret weapon. She WAS that weapon, a highly trained, skilled killing machine. Amado knows the payout is high for the capture and return of Moonflower, but over the weeks, he has come to admire the woman's courage, drive, and skill—but has his admiration melded into adoration?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Grab a copy of it </span><a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-torridteasersvolume36-18473-143.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">today</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Another action-packed, fun, and erotic tale from Moonbeams and Stardust series, is </span><a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-piper039spleasure-578420-168.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Piper's Pleasure.</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> Out of all the stories, Piper is a very fun and rowdy type of woman. I liked her a lot. Strong female and the captain of a ship. Love it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Blurb: Captain Piper’s transport duties require poise and professionalism. Ryan SeagrassSeagrass publicly puts her in a position that will ultimately lead to her pleasure. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Four stars at ARe. Grab a copy of this fast paced </span><a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-piper039spleasure-578420-168.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">read</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> here in </span><a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-piper039spleasure-578420-168.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">ebook</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">. It's also available in </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/PiperS-Pleasure-RaeLynn-Blue/dp/1257931741/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1365264031&sr=1-2&keywords=piper%27s+pleasure" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">print</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">These are the four stories in the Moonbeams & Stardust series. Feel free to grab the ones you missed or if you have read them all, please recommend them to someone else.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Enjoy.</span><br />
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Rae</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14251057.post-45042076700365906942014-02-15T00:30:00.000-05:002014-03-10T21:20:00.401-04:00Series Saturday Presents: Native Hearts Series<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My time spent in the enchanted state of New Mexico forever changed my outlook. Of course, like most things, New Mexico influenced my writing and often appears as setting. Navajo people are generous, kind, and family oriented. Perfect qualities for my heroes, and Tank Begaye became a fantastic one in <em><a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts-lasso-a-lover/" target="_blank">Lasso a Lover</a>, </em>the first story in my Native Hearts series<em>. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Blurb:</em> Lee Stone's regular trips to Las Vegas had always been her escapes from her boring life. The biggest draw was the handsome man who wore the cowboy costume at Dante's annual freak party. She didn't know his name, but Lee knew she wanted more of what they’d started a year before. With her sexy cowgirl outfit, she definitely wanted to lasso that lover. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Tank Begaye's annual visit to Las Vegas had all the ordinary hallmarks of business travel—clients to meet, document signings, a slick hotel room, and one cowgirl to see. Over a year ago, Tank enjoyed all the SINs Vegas had to offer—especially at Dante's costumed freak party. Unlike the year before, however, this time Tank would not go home empty handed. This year, he was going to lasso a lover. Grab a copy </span><a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts-lasso-a-lover/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">here</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I enjoyed Lee and Tank so much, that I went back to visit them, to check in--so to speak, for Valentine's Day, in <a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts/">Native Hearts.</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Blurb:</em> Lee Stone didn’t want a heart-shaped box of boring chocolates for Valentine’s Day. She didn’t want a trip to Vegas. She’d been there and done that. What she longed for was one Valentine’s Day that didn’t invite tragedy and chaos. The last three years with her boyfriend, Tank Begaye, had been host to a blizzard, a fire, and a heart attack. For once, she wanted to spend the day nestled in her lover’s arms.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Tank Begaye had weathered the long-distance relationship with Lee for years. Now, he meant to make her a permanent fixture in his life—as his wife. Avoiding the cliché Valentine Day’s proposals at restaurants and public landmarks, Tank knew exactly where to go—his family’s Hogan, deep in the heart of the Navajo Reservation. Surrounded by his ancestors’ spirits, he would ask Lee to join their family’s circle.</span><br />
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<em></em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You can get a copy of this story for less than $0.99, </span><a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">here</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Lee Stone first makes an appearance in </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Something-Deeper-RaeLynn-Blue/dp/0557953006/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1365267333&sr=1-1&keywords=cashmere+sky" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Cashmere Sky</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">, which is included in the anthology, </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Something-Deeper-RaeLynn-Blue/dp/0557953006/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1365267333&sr=1-1&keywords=cashmere+sky" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Something Deeper</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Blurb: Sky had been badly burned by a disastrous marriage. Her ex-husband's brutal words left her battered and broken in places the scars didn't show. The last thing in world she had time for was some young boy toy, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Cashmere was hooked from the moment he first saw her. What did it matter how old she was, or what color he was? All he knew was there was something very special about the woman he couldn't get out of his head. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Sometimes love comes calling and its apparent, on the surface, up front and in your face. Sometimes its </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Something-Deeper-RaeLynn-Blue/dp/0557953006/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1365267333&sr=1-1&keywords=cashmere+sky" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Something Deeper</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You can grab copies of all three titles at Amazon.com, BN.com, and ARe.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Read more about freak party host, Dante Divine in her story, <a href="http://beautifultroublepublishing.com/genres/new-releases-home-page/divine-party-ebook.html">Divine Party.</a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Kenshin Sato didn’t miss a Divine party. During the day, he enjoyed the competitive world of finance. But after five o’clock, he distanced himself from the traditional and stringent reality of his accountant’s life and disappeared into the realm of delicious fantasy where pleasure pulled him ever closer to the edge.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When Dante Divine, tells him she’s done with freak parties, he knows he has to act, for, it wasn’t the parties that kept him coming back, it was her. Party after party, he’d witnessed life extinguish her flame, but tonight he meant to relight Dante’s flame once and for all.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14251057.post-60166444597461853462014-02-14T10:24:00.000-05:002014-02-14T10:24:12.211-05:00Happy Valentine's Day--Here are a few treats!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Happy Valentine's Day! In honor of this day to celebrate our love for each other, I would like to give you a few treats!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So, today, I am going to spotlight my stories that have a Valentine's Day setting. While this day isn't an official holiday, and many people balk at it for its over-commercialism, I think it is good to designate one day to talk about and celebrate love. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Sure, we should celebrate love every day--and some of us do. It is still nice to take a day to focus on it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The first Valentine's Day story I ever wrote is <a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/the-concierge/">THE CONCIERGE.</a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Anxious to indulge every delectable delight the city has to offer, Tamika pounces on the opportunities for fun. Yet she doesn’t clear the hotel room before Vegas sets an offer upon her doorstep-the concierge. Attraction to the Chinese concierge is undeniable and–unattainable. For although it wouldn’t be the first time she and Ron have shared their bed with someone else, Tamika knows a male wouldn’t be welcomed-not by Ron. So, she shoves her lustful longings down deep and struggles to hide her cravings for the concierge </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Another Valentine Day's story, <a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts/">NATIVE HEARTS</a>, is like <a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/the-concierge/">THE CONCIERGE</a> in that it is unconventional, and yet, sexy and loving. Just like in the previously mentioned story, the couple have been together awhile, and are looking for a Valentine's Day that isn't the same old thing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><strong>Blurb</strong>: Lee Stone didn’t want a heart-shaped box of boring chocolates for Valentine’s Day. She didn’t want a trip to Vegas. She’d been there and done that. What she longed for was one Valentine’s Day that didn’t invite tragedy and chaos. The last three years with her boyfriend, Tank Begaye, had been host to a blizzard, a fire, and a heart attack.<strong> </strong>For once, she wanted to spend the day nestled in her lover’s arms.<br />
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Tank Begaye had weathered the long-distance relationship with Lee for years. Now, he meant to make her a permanent fixture in his life—as his <em>wife</em>. Avoiding the cliché Valentine Day’s proposals at restaurants and public landmarks, Tank knew exactly where to go—his family’s Hogan, deep in the heart of the Navajo Reservation. Surrounded by his ancestors’ spirits, he would ask Lee to join their family’s circle.<br />
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<a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/the-concierge/">THE CONCIERGE</a> takes place in Las Vegas. My other story, <a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts-lasso-a-lover/">LASSO A LOVER: NATIVE HEARTS</a>, also takes place in Sin City. Like Tamika and Ron, Lee and Tank are doing something unconventional--going to a Freak Party. <br />
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<strong>This book is the first in the Native Hearts series.</strong><br />
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<strong>Blurb:</strong> Lee Stone’s regular trips to Las Vegas have always been her escapes from her boring life. The biggest draw was the handsome man who wore the cowboy costume at Dante’s annual freak party. She didn’t know his name, but Lee knew she wanted more of what they’d started a year before. With her sexy cowgirl outfit, she definitely wanted to lasso that lover.<br />
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Tank Begaye’s annual visit to Las Vegas had all the ordinary hallmarks of business travel—clients to meet, document signings, a slick hotel room, and one cowgirl to see. For over a year ago, Tank enjoyed all the Sins Vegas had to offer—especially at Dante’s costumed freak party. Unlike the year before, however, this time Tank would not go home empty handed. This year, he was going to <a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts-lasso-a-lover/"><strong>lasso a lover</strong></a><strong>.</strong><br />
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Of course I have other stories, but these two focus on Valentine's Day in particular. If you have read them, please post comments below and if you haven't read them, by all means, check them out. <a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts/">NATIVE HEARTS</a> is on sale for .99! It's the second book in my Native Hearts series, so you may want to get <a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts-lasso-a-lover/">LASSO A LOVER</a>, if you haven't read it.<br />
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Happy Valentine's Day!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14251057.post-43580988277007072822014-02-09T20:39:00.001-05:002014-02-09T20:43:39.355-05:00A Sweetheart Deal: Native Hearts for .99!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The story of Tank and Lee began in <a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts-lasso-a-lover/">Lasso a Lover.</a> This Valentine's Day, I want to offer Tank and Lee's second story, <b><a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts/">Native Hearts</a> </b>for .<span style="color: red;"><b>99</b></span>!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mocha Memoirs Press re-released this story, and they're making it available to readers at an introductory rate of .<b><span style="color: red;">99</span></b>! It's been re-edited and given a sizzling new cover. Grab a copy today!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This is the <b><u>second</u></b> story in my Native Hearts series. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The first story, Lasso a Lover is available </span><b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts-lasso-a-lover/">here</a>.</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This sweetheart deal is only available for a limited time! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This story was originally published as A Heart-Shaped Hogan (published by Beautiful Trouble Publishing).</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>All Romance Ebooks-</b>https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nativehearts-1416555-149.html</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">RaeLynn Blue</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14251057.post-52691073752819874452014-02-07T18:47:00.000-05:002014-02-07T18:49:18.556-05:00Native Hearts: Lasso a Lover Re-released!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mocha Memoirs Press, LLC has re-released the first story in my contemporary erotic romance series, Native Hearts. The first story is <a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts-lasso-a-lover/"><b>Lasso a Lover. </b></a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Originally published by B<a href="http://www.beautifultroublepublishing.com/">eautiful Trouble Publishing,</a> the story of Lee and Tank had to be told. So, I am very glad to offer it to readers again, with an entirely new edit. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">If you missed </span><a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts-lasso-a-lover/" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Lasso a Lover</b></a> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">during its first publishing, I invite you to pick it up now that's back in print.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This gorgeous cover illustrates that hot first meeting between Lee and Tank at one of <b><a href="http://raelynnblue.blogspot.com/2014/01/character-spotlight-dante-divine-of.html">Dante's </a></b>freak parties.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What's more exciting is that you can read more about the characters in this world. Sky from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Something-Deeper-Shara-Azod-ebook/dp/B001VNCB2K"><b>Cashmere Sky </b></a>is Lee's best friend, and of course,<b><a href="http://beautifultroublepublishing.com/genres/new-releases-home-page/divine-party-ebook.html"> Dante Divine </a></b>runs the freak party. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Check out these other titles that link into <b><a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts-lasso-a-lover/">Native Hearts: Lasso a Lover.</a> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Purchase link: http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts-lasso-a-lover</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Price: $2.00</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Other stories in this world:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="http://beautifultroublepublishing.com/genres/new-releases-home-page/divine-party-ebook.html"><b>Divine Party- </b></a>Dante's story.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Something-Deeper-Shara-Azod-ebook/dp/B001VNCB2K"><b>Something Deeper-</b></a> Contains the story, Cashmere Sky (Lee's Best Friend, Sky). It takes place at one of Dante's freak parties too. :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />Rae</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am super excited to reveal the new cover for <i>Native Hearts</i>!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm super excited to see Tank and Lee available again for the reading public. Mocha Memoirs Press, LLC is sending both stories through a fresh edit and I've expanded a few areas.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #882222; color: seashell; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Each Monday, I am going to spotlight one of the characters in my books. This Monday, I am spotlighting, Misaki Kenji, the heroine of my urban fantasy, <a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=296">The Onyx Scion.</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Misaki is having a difficult time. She's lost her husband to a murderer. In the land of Humania, where faires, trolls, pixies, and humans intermingle in the urban metropolis, Misaki is tucked blissfully away in the Osir Providence--until today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Shattered by grief, she’s discovered draped over Otieno. Accused, shunned, and labeled a murderer, Misaki must find out who really did kill her husband or join him in the after life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There's hope--Kenton Kingsley, a </span>Royal Investigative Knight arrives to investigate her husband's murder, Misaki must convince him that she didn't kill her love, or be hanged. One thing Misaki knows for certain--someone killed her husband and she's in danger. </span>Far away in the cold providence of Osir, blood runs cold beneath the icy landscape and the hush of snowfall muffles the cries of murder and betrayal. Kanton and Misaki are soon swept up in a tale of greed, power, and conspiracy centered around an ancient poem. One which speaks of a lost scion, and the sole heir to the Dark Elves’ throne.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Facts about Misaki:</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1. She works for one of the powerful lords in all of Humania.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">2. She's very good and negotiations.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">3. She's been told of a prophecy, of a lost scion, that will return and rule the Dark Elves' throne.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Excerpt from </span><a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=296" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">The Onyx Scion:</a></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Misaki?” Kanton said somberly,
pushing her cautiously back. “Misaki?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> It
was her name, a plain name that meant <i>beauty</i>
in pixie language, but as she heard it on Kanton’s tongue, it struck her as
sultry and sexy, bringing with it a thirst to taste him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> But
she swallowed it back down into her burning throat. Tears rose up quickly to
replace those she had shed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “Yes?”
she said and sat back, tucking her hair behind her ears and unable to look him
in the eyes, stared at her table. “I’m done, I guess.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Kanton
placed the reed on the table, next to his empty mug. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “Yeah,
I guess you are. Now look at me,” Kanton said, something heavy and huge in his
voice sent shudders through Misaki.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Taking
in a steadying breath, she tried to cool her raging emotions.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> <i> I
can’t look at him. If I do, I—I don’t know what will happen. My body’s bursting
with fire from his touch, and his voice seduces me unlike anyone, even Otieno.
Goddess this is not a good time, my emotions are a muddled mass! But, but if
his eyes are mirrors of my own, I might, I might…</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Misaki
couldn’t think any further.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “Please,
Misaki,” Kanton said tenderly. He touched her cheek and guided it so that she
was soon staring into his face. “Is that so bad?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “No,”
she croaked, breathing hard as she fought the desire threatening to leak over
her. This man wanted her in the dungeon, and would soon place her back at the
Lords Manor. “No, not at all.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Even
to her, she sounded winded and very, very nervous.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “Do
you fear me, Misaki? Is that why you fled today?” Kanton asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> And
with the tremble in his voice, Misaki met his eyes at last. Buried there was
something painful, twisted and horribly unsettling—a fiery blaze of longing. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> But
for what?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “No,
I—I ran because I couldn’t stand another moment in the Lords’ Manor,” she said,
blushing, her cheeks flaming from his fierce gaze. “Okay, and a little bit of
you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Kanton’s
face fell.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “No,
no, not fearful of you! But more of the idea of what you would do to me!”
Misaki added, trying to stop the crestfallen look on his face from becoming
permanent. Even that explanation didn’t sound quite right either.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “It
is difficult to put into words.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “Misaki,”
Kanton said, his hands on her arms. “I would never hurt you, or bring you to
harm, so don’t, please, don’t fear me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> His
hand glided up her sleeves and on to her face, where his thick fingers caressed
her face, his breath labored as it left his mouth. Misaki peeked downward and
the bulge pressing against Kanton’s pants told her that she wasn’t alone in her
thirst.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> He
hungered for her as well.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> She
couldn’t stop herself from watching the generous lump, pat impatiently against
Kanton’s pants as if begging her to release it. Soon, her own nodule beat in
time to Kanton’s pulsating package. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “Misaki,”
he whispered, and drew her close to him, his lips parted, his eyes all for her.
They closed as his mouth opened. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Perhaps
it was the candles that turned the bungalow into a cozy room of romance, or the
fact that he made her tea. Maybe it was the tea itself—not everything was known
about fairy feather tea.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Misaki
didn’t know, but she burst forward, grabbing a handful of his dreadlocks and
pulling him into her, crushing his lips beneath hers, running her tongue
throughout his mouth, rapidly exploring, tasting, and feeling her body surge
upward to him, pressing hard against his, straining to touch him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “Oh,
Misaki,” he mumbled, giving into her, falling backwards on the sofa, sliding
down until she was positioned on top of him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> She
hiked her gown nearly up to her waist. She felt his stiff cock beat against her
thigh, as if reminding her of its presence. Oh, she bent down and sucked
another ravaging kiss from his lips, as if it was a potent potion that had been
drunk hastily and without pause. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> His
hands, those wide, large hands, were on her back, stroking it with long sweeps
from her lower back, up to her neck, and down again. As each hand made its
alternating pass, Misaki arched, throwing her breasts into his face, the
heightened tips of her nipples pointing through the thin fabric like tent
poles. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText2" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;">
<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “Take
me, Kanton,” she whispered breathlessly into the hot air.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText2" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;">
<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> <i>Oh, please, sweet surrender, take me to
blissful loving!</i> Misaki prayed, but then she felt Kanton freeze beneath
her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> His
hands stopped and he scooted upward, pushing Misaki back, away from him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText2" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;">
<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “What’s
wrong?” she asked, though she knew she hadn’t wanted to go through with it. It
felt wrong to betray Otieno with this man. She’d only just met him. “Kanton?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText2" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;">
<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “It’s
not me you want,” he breathed, getting up to stand by the fire. “You, you are
confused, lonely, perhaps, but I won’t take advantage of you like this.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText2" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;">
<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Annoyance
flashed in Misaki’s heart. “I’m a woman of age, Kanton. I can decide who my bed
partners should be!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText2" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;">
<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Kanton
shook his head. “I’m not arguing you that point, but Misaki, your husband’s
been dead only just a day prior. You’re emotionally unstable, you miss him. I’m
a man, and, and, you might be wanting comfort, not, not…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText2" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;">
<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Misaki
got up from the sofa.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText2" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;">
<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “Are
you saying you don’t want me? That I’m damaged goods?” she realized that she
was yelling at him. Though the annoyance she felt was at herself. Mixed in
there was a little shame and a giant dollop of guilt.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText2" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;">
<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “No!”
Kanton said, his hands in his hair in frustration. “Don’t you see?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText2" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;">
<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> How
many times had she seen Otieno do the very same thing?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText2" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;">
<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “Goddess
no,” he added, looking at her with wild eyes filled with shame and probably a
bit of confusion. He spread his arms out and said, “I want you more than I can
even utter into words, Misaki. But look at me, Misaki, down at me. Do you
believe I want you?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> She
did, and she saw the huge knot of tangled desire push against his pants. His
exquisite endowment made her wish for and wet all over again.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> “Come
here,” she said slowly, her voice thick with thirst. “Kanton…”</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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