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Hello everyone! Welcome back to my blog. Today I have Linda Nightingale visiting and she is sharing an excerpt from her book, Four by Moonlight. Before we get to the book, she shares an embarrassing, yet comical incident that happened to her. I must say, my face got red for her!
This incident was as embarrassing as it was funny. Many years ago, I worked as an Executive Assistant to a Circuit Judge in South Carolina. Just as an aside, still in SC, judges of the highest court ‘ride the circuit’, presiding over different jurisdictions. Aside, aside, I accompanied a friend in a neighboring city to a restaurant to have a drink or two. Jan was a realtor and stopped to introduce me to a couple of her associates in the business. We were chatting happily…
Then it happened.
My lovely, frothy skirt suddenly dropped to the floor.
I was left with only a slip (and only then because the skirt was layers of transparent material). And there I stood, my face red, and my green, purple and blue skirt puddled at my feet. Jan made a valent attempt to divert attention, but, well, you know.
I ran for the bathroom and safety-pinned my skirt with the broken elastic back around my waist. Still, the Judge’s assistant has been seen moderately unclothed—and three realtors had seen some property that belonged to me.
OMG, Linda. I think I died right along with you!
Four by Moonlight
An anthology of love in the moonlight…in the paranormal realms...
Gypsy Ribbons – A moonlight ride on the moors and meeting a notorious highwayman will forever change Lady Virginia Darby’s life.
Star Angel – Lucy was stuck in a rut and in an Idaho potato patch. She’d seen him in the corner of her eye—a fleeting glimpse of beauty—now he stood before her in the flesh.
The Night Before Doomsday – All his brothers had succumbed to lust, but Azazel resisted temptation until the wrong woman came along.
The Gate Keeper’s Cottage – Newlywed Meggie Richelieu’s mysterious, phantom lover may be more than anyone, except the plantation housekeeper, suspects.
Red eyes watched from the grate as she slipped into the cold, empty bed. Simon should have been there to warm her rather than the dying fire. Not pursuing a dangerous dream. Too angry, too miserable to weep, she tossed and turned. The relief of sleep eluded her.
An icy breath whispered through the room. Tory snuggled deeper beneath the goose down covers. Had the weather made up its mind? Was Simon riding in ice and snow? She imagined white flakes in Goliath’s long black mane and on the highwayman’s plush velvet cloak. Poor darling, he would be cold. Tory slowly drifted to sleep unrelated thoughts scrolling in her mind. A soft sound snapped her wide awake. She sat bolt upright, tugging the covers over the breasts. The room was iceberg cold. The ghost.
“Not Simon.” She held her breath, ears stained for the horrifying, otherworldly whisper, a warning of imminent death. The sound came again, closer. A slow footstep creeping over the old oaken floor. Tonight, the ghost of Darby Manor wandered its dim corridors.
“No. No.” Tory squeezed her eyes closed and prayed, forgetting she didn’t believe in ghosts.
The footsteps halted. Tory’s heart stopped. She started to cover her ears, refusing to hear. The ghost breathed that heartbreaking sigh at her door.
Shuddering, she slid back under the layers of down. The warmth had no effect on her shivers. She folded into a fetal position. I’m no longer alone. Fear chilled her anew. Though she couldn’t see clearly in the dim light, she knew her breath puffed white clouds in the frigid air. Dread sank its wicked claws into her racing heart.
Publisher's website at http://www.classactbooks.com
WHOA, that sounds really spooky! I think I have to get this book! Let's look at the YouTube video.
Wow, what an excellent trailer! I love it. Haunting, beautiful. Thanks so much for sharing it. Let's see what else we can find out about Linda.
Linda Nightingale Bio:
Linda Nightingale is a native-born South Carolinian who has lived in England and Canada, and now resides in Texas. Before turning to writing, she bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for thirteen years.
In 2012, her novel, Gemini Rising, was voted Best Mainstream Novel in the Preditors & Editors Readers Poll. Her vampire romance, Cardinal Desires won the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award in 2013, and that was followed by her science fiction romance, Love for Sale, being awarded Best SF/Fantasy novel of 2015 by the Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewer’s Choice, and also voted one of the Top Ten Romance Novels of 2015 by the Preditors & Editors Readers Poll for that year.
Four by Moonlight is her first novel for Class Act Books. Its cover, created by son, Simon, was voted one of the Top Ten best covers of 2016 by Preditors & Editors Readers Poll.
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Linda, thank you so much for stopping by. Your son did a wonderful job with your book cover. I hope you have great sales.
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Hello everyone, please welcome Kathleen Rowland to my blog today. She's sharing some tidbits from her release, One Night In Havana. Welcome, Kathleen!
Kathleen wants to share a funny incident that ended up in this book. This is the scene about a bilge pump on a sinking boat. Her date was so gallant, but his boat was sinking. And yes, it made her giggle.
She picked the setting of Cuba for a reason. She wanted to trap her proud Cuban professor there. He survives because of his flamboyant personality and opportunistic nature. Cuba is a fascinating mid-century time warp. The 1950s cars still run due to amazing mechanics. No matter how hardworking, Cubans exist under strict communistic rules such as the inability to move from one section of the country to another. Without free-enterprise they can’t make much money. If they do leave, they can only bring ten thousand dollars with them, but this would be a huge amount of money for most Cubans. Big business such as cigar manufacture is government-run.
A desperate competition and sizzling attraction leads to dangerous desire.
New York Marine biologist Veronica “Roni” Keane is attending the Havana Bay Conference in Cuba. Tomorrow only one grant will be awarded which will provide the winner with professional recognition, resources for a project, and living expenses for two years. She hopes to continue her deceased father’s work, but smooth operator, Carlos Montoya, has won many grants in the past.
Carlos, a freelancer for the Havana Port Authority, works to help protect Havana’s reputation as a bastion of safety. As international travelers flock to the island, attracted by its 1950’s time-warp and colonial architecture, the drug business is running rampant, particularly on Roni’s cruise ship. Something’s not right, and when her scuba tanks are tampered with, Carlos brings in the military police to investigate. For her safety, he keeps her close, but he craves her body.
Their attraction leads to a fun night with a bit of kink. But Roni finds herself in more trouble than she bargained for when the criminals blame her for alerting the military police and come looking for her. Can Roni trust Carlos to protect her? Will she stay in Havana if Carlos wins the coveted grant, or kiss her lover goodbye?
Excerpt-- Chapter One
“Why, Veronica Keane.” A voice heavy with a Spanish accent drawled from behind her. “A dive bar?” A taunting tsk. “What do we have? A slumming New Yorker?”
She stiffened and closed her eyes. She knew that voice and its owner, Dr. Carlos Montoya, a finalist like her, competing for the same damn grant at the biggest Cephalopoda conference of the decade. Her heart pitter-pattered against her ribs. To turn toward him would intimate distress, or worse yet, weakness. She wouldn’t fail to win this grant, not when she was a final contender. “I like this funky little place.” Sia Macario Café, smack in the center of Havana, allowed her to observe locals and their daily lives.
“You need to eat with all the mojitos you’ve downed.” The big tease wasn’t counting. This was her first drink, but his rumbling, sexy timbre hinted at all kinds of dark, hot promises. She’d rubbed shoulders with the Cuban scientist all week. This splendid specimen of Latin male brought on a physical ache that punched low.
A flare-up stirred fear. For her own good, she needed to resist. “I ordered camarones enchiladas.” By now she knew the menu on the chalkboard by heart. She tipped her head back to whiff grilled shrimp soon to arrive in sofrito sauce with fried sweet plantains.
“The flan is good. Just like my abuela makes.”
“I bet. Your grandmother would be happy to hear that,” she said, knowing he brought out the best in most people. Two days ago he'd invited her and a handful of others scuba diving. The chance to ogle him had been one of the perks. He’d worn nothing but swim trunks, his bare chest on display. Every glistening muscle was finely etched. Not a drop of fat on him. Since he’d not given her the time of day, she’d checked him out without him noticing.
The hard-bodied host had led the way toward habitats of soft-bodied creatures. To find where invertebrates lived was never an easy task. Octopuses squeezed into narrow passages of coral for protection and gave females a place to keep their eggs. She’d discovered the remains of a few meals nearby. Octopuses scattered rocks and shells to help them hide.
This grant meant so much to her and no doubt to him as well. Veronica mindlessly toyed with the gold necklace around her neck, but anxiety crackled through her brain. Unlike this man of action, she lacked the flamboyant personality necessary to talk people into things. Carlos had that ability. He'd made friends with judges on board while she’d conversed with an older woman about a box of scones made with Cuban vanilla cream.
That day the wind had picked up to a gale force, and this woman named Bela with Lucille Ball red hair needed help walking to her home. The half mile down the seaside promenade, The Malecón, had provided her with time to practice her Spanish. Turned out Bela was Carlos’s grandmother. She’d worked as a maid when the Castro government came to power. When private homes were nationalized, titles were handed over to the dwelling occupants. Bela owned a crumbling home in the respected Verdado district and rented out rooms.
What Veronica detested about Carlos was his abnormal level of talent for schmoozing. Not that he wasn't charismatic; he drew her like a powerful magnet with emotions hard to untangle. Why was a self-assured woman who ran her own life thinking about a man who commanded everyone around him?
She inhaled a breath and turned around on the barstool, caught fast by a gut punch of Carlos Montoya in the flesh. She sighed and surrendered to the tendrils of want sliding up between her thighs.
Tall and muscular, his lush dark hair curled to his collar giving him a wild, roguish appearance. His face was lean and chiseled. His mouth full and tempting. His eyes the smoky-gray of a grass fire and fringed with black lashes as dense as paintbrushes. He smiled. A faint hint of mockery curved his mouth, a sensual mouth she imagined to be either inviting or cruel. Or both at the same time when he leaned over a woman with a diamond-hard gleam in his dark eyes while she drowned with pleasure. She fought a fierce desire to run her hand across his broad chest, tip her face upward, and…
His breath tickled her face.
Not going there. She blinked and forced her mind to focus. Carlos Montoya was not the kind of man you lost focus around. But that image of putting her mouth full on his and peeling away his shirt once introduced in her mind was impossible to expunge. Pointless even to try.
He was an intimidating blend of intellect and sexy danger. Both qualities had her leaning back against the bar’s edge. If it weren’t for him, she’d have a chance at winning the grant.
His lips twitched. “You’re staying on one of the cruise ships, am I right?” He rolled up the sleeves of his linen jacket to reveal a dusting of manly hair.
”Yes." Her cabin served as her hotel room while attending the January meetings with perfect high-seventies temperatures. His eyes locked with hers. She willed herself to move and yet she remained seated, clutching heat between her legs, a wetness so intense that her breath stalled in her chest while her heart hammered faster. Soon she’d return to freezing New York City.
“So, Bonita, give.” He slid onto the bar stool next to her. “What brings you down from a lofty ship to grace us lowly Cubans with your presence?”
Bonita. Pretty lady was not an endearment coming from the mouth curved in a taunting smile, but not a slight either. Not with his deep, melodic voice speaking words as if he knew secrets about her. What secrets did he know? Would he pry into her personal life? She doubted this bad-boy college professor acknowledged boundaries.
“Just drinks and dinner.” She scrambled for composure. “Aren’t we attending a world-class conference? I find the local population to be friendly and kind. That’s not slumming.”
The bartender set down a saoco. “Hope you like it, senorita.”
“Gracias,” she said. “Very nice, served in a coconut.”
“Ah, the saoco,” Carlos said. “Rum, lime juice, sugar, and ice. The saoco,” he repeated, disbelief heavy in his words. “Um. Wow. Once used as a tonic for prisoners of the revolution.”
“Medicinal?” She couldn’t help it. She chuckled and sounded as if a rusty spoon had scraped her throat raw, but it was genuine. The warm glow in its wake was welcome and needed.
He leaned an elbow on the bar, his beer bottle with the green-and-red Cristal label dangling between his fingers. “Be careful with that one.” He dipped his head toward the front door as if he needed to go somewhere soon.
That fast, the glow snuffed out. She cleared her throat and gripped the fuzzy surface of the coconut container.
He placed a five-peso coin with a brass plug on the counter and whirled it. The spinning motion mirrored a dizzying attraction going on in low parts of her belly.
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Oh my. A sinking boat? LOL.
Your book certainly is intriguing and I look forward to reading it and I love the contrast between the man and woman on your book cover. Dark skin/light skin.
Let's find out a little more about Kathleen.
Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with an erotic love story sure to melt their hearts. Her latest release is One Night in Havana, #34 in the City Nights erotic romance series.
Kathleen also has a steamy romantic suspense series with Tirgearr Publishing, Deadly Alliance is followed by Unholy Alliance. Keep an icy drink handy while reading these sizzling stories.
Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels. She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji. Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.
Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors. While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write. If you’d enjoy news, sign up for Kathleen’s newsletter at http://www.kathleenrowland.com/
Thanks so much, Kathleen, for stopping by and sharing your humorous plight and an excerpt from your book. I hope you have great sales.
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Thanks, until tomorrow!
Welcome to Monday Morning! Today I have Jasper Trey on my blog with an excerpt on her book, Olivia. Check out this lovely book cover, the excerpt, and a little bit of info about Jasper.
Romance meets duty in this modern day love story. Can Dante convince Olivia to take a chance on a future with him, or will Olivia’s past hold her back?.
What happens when you’re made to retire long before it’s your time? For Dante it means flying halfway around the world to a beach where no one knows who he is. He must come home to his family and country and serve in a capacity he left ten years before, when he joined the military. What that capacity will look like, nobody knows, and he is given mere weeks to figure it out.
Olivia has no intention of starting an affair. She wants a beach, some sun, and the space to heal her heart. It’s been more than a year since her husband died and she hasn’t done much more than take care of their children in that time. This vacation is for her, but taking a beer to a stranger at the insistence of the staff, and making a five-minute friend? That won’t cut into her time to much, right?
Neither is looking for anything more than a friend in a remote land, but after spending a week together, will they really be able to walk away and find there happy ever after with someone else?
Dante turned the page of the sci-fi novel he’d checked out from the resort library. He 'd chosen it because it seemed an easy read, but the curvy brunette in the red bikini sidling up to the beach bar was winning the battle for his attention. He tried once again to concentrate on the book in front of him.
The beer filled his view shortly before the bronzed, bikini-clad body did. The beer slowly crossed his vision to be set on the table next to his chair. Then, with the grace of a yogi, the red bikini braced her hands on the arms of his chair and straddled his lap, ending with her mouth a scant half inch from his own. He could feel her breath on his lips, and was on the verge of closing that last half inch.
“I hear this is what you are drinking,” Bikini said, snapping Dante back to reality, and to the woman standing in front of him holding a couple of beers.
He really needed help if he was imagining strangers straddling him. He was really grateful to the book, as it hid his instant reaction to the thought of her straddling him.
Red Bikini continued. “I figured it was going to be Corona, and I’d have to decline the staff’s request to bring it over. But since it’s German, well, that shows good taste.”
The smile she gave him was slightly crooked, but Dante thought it seemed genuine. He reached for the beer.
“This will let me show the staff I can play nice,” she said. “Mind if I sit down?”
Watching her from behind his mirrored aviators, he gestured with the beer toward the seat next to his. As she turned to sit, he tried as discreetly as possible to adjust the hard on that his little fantasy brought on. But the slight smile she sent him as she sat and rested her elbows on her knees, let him know she had noticed.
Ooohhh, how intriguing, um, that she notice????? LOL, tell us a little bit about Jasper Trey!
Jennifer (or Jasper) Is a thirty something mother of two. She has a BS in Mathematics education, a Master’s in Business, a couple of certificates in wine making, a 200 hour certification in YOGA, and a love for LOVE. I have a tendency to live in my head and finally felt I had enough life experience to put one of my imaginings down on paper. I hope you find my books to be a feel good and enjoyable ride from start to finish.
Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Jasper-Trey/e/B072TQYXFD/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
Thank you so much, Jasper, for stopping by. I hope you have great sales with your book, and I'll definitely get this one on my TBR list.
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Happy Friday! Today I have Sherry Derr-Wille visiting my blog. She is sharing a little humorous story about her pen pal from England and French Toast. She's also sharing an excerpt from her book, Blood Relatives, a Suspense Thriller!
As I was thinking about a funny incident, I remember when my pen pal from England, Frances Neal Calman came to visit us a year after we were married. I fixed French toast for breakfast. As slooked at the egg-dipped bread, fried on a griddle and served with syrup, she didn’t quite know what to say. She told me being British, she had never mixed sweets and savories. The sweet being the syrup and the savory the bread dipped in egg. Once she tried it, she fell in love. Many years later when I went to visit her, she requested I bring her a bottle of syrup.
In my book Mistaken Identity, I played out the same scene when Seth and Katelyn's four-year-old nephew makes Katelyn a breakfast of French toast. Her reply is that she never had it because her parents’ cook was very British and wouldn’t allow them to ever mix sweets and savories.
Whenever I read that scene, I think of Frankie and the first time she tasted French toast. We had a lot of laughs during that visit. Altogether Frankie and I have gotten together five times, two times when she came to visit us, two times when I went to London to visit her and once when she came to Chicago. We went down on the train to spend the day with her. We have a very special friendship.
That reminds me of something, Sherry. I remember going to Canada and ordering French Toast and they served it with an egg sandwiched between 2 french breads toasted! It's funny about different cultures, isn't it? Tell us a little about Blood Relatives.
Blurb: When Lissa Adams flew to Chicago to be with her father, she never thought she’d become involved in a vendetta between a mob family, the Chicago police force, and her cousin, Detective Paul Bastion.
Paul Bastion was in seclusion until his uncle suffered a heart attack. Once he came back to Chicago to be with his family, he knew he’d also be testifying against Antonio Vargas.
When Paul is kidnapped and Lissa badly beaten, he knows he’s living his last hours. The cost of his return is freedom for the drug lord. Even if Vargas is freed, Paul knows he’ll lose his life.
The parking garage for the hospital seemed to be deserted. Lissa was glad she was with Paul. Going to places like this by herself usually creeped her out.
Since their parking pass had been stamped, there would be no charge, allowing them to leave the parking area without having to pay. After they cleared the tollbooth, she gasped with shock as someone grabbed her from behind and put a knife to her neck.
She trembled as she heard the voice in the seat behind her.
“Just do as we say, Bastion, and the little lady won’t get hurt.”
Lissa blamed herself for what was going on. If she hadn’t been with Paul, he might have been more careful about getting into his car even though it was locked. He always prided himself on his ‘cop sense’. It was entirely possible the events of the last two days had made him careless.
“Everything is going to be alright,” Paul said.
She knew he was trying to put her at ease.
“Cut the chatter Bastion. Just drive,” the man in the back seat ordered.
Lissa could feel the cold blade of the knife pressing against her throat as Paul followed the instructions on where to drive. She watched the familiar streets give way to the countryside, and at last Paul was instructed to pull off onto a side road leading to a wayside by the lake.
In front of her, she saw a black SUV parked crossways the road so they couldn’t see the license plate.
“Now get out,” the man holding the knife ordered.
Paul glanced at her but was silent, his lips drawn into a hard straight line as he got out of the car and was met by two men wearing ski masks. It was then the knife was removed and duct tape was placed over her eyes.
“What do you want with us?” she pleaded
“Shut up, bitch, and get out of the car.”
Unable to see, she felt the cold air as the door was opened and someone roughly pulled her outside.
“You will go with us, Bastion, but not before you see what happens to your girlfriend.”
Lissa heard the thud of a punch being delivered to Paul’s midsection, at least that’s what she thought it was. She had little time to contemplate that as she was thrown against the car and her own beating began. One of the men hit her with what she could only guess was his fist, and she heard the bone in her nose break. Stunned, she could feel blood pouring over her lip before another punch, this time to her jaw, produced a pain like none she’d felt, even in childbirth.
Her last conscious memory was of Paul shouting, “Nooooo…”
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This story certainly has my interest. I'll just have to get it and add it to my TBR list. Tell us about Sherry!
Sherry lives in a mid-sized Southern Wisconsin with her husband of 46 years, whom she deems a saint for putting up with a crazy writer.
With three children, seven grandchildren, more book signings than she can sometimes handle, she puts out four to five books a year and loves writing in her hot pink office.
Sherry’s latest novel for Class Act Books is Blood Relatives, a suspense thriller.
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Thanks so much for stopping by, Sherry. Your book certainly sounds great, and I hope you have great success with it.
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Happy Tuesday everyone! Today I have Mary Martinez on my blog with her new release, Abandoned! The story sounds intriguing and the mystery abounds! Mary, please tell us about this book and don't forget to check out the rafflecopter at the end of the blog!
Abandoned By Mary Martinez
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Glenna Beckett loves her family dearly, but being the youngest of six can be overwhelming. Moving across country helped her learn who she was outside the family. Sheâs built a successful business in the form of a quaint shop on Main Street of Calistoga, that sells a bit of everything vintage, the new age term for antique. What more does she need? Then he walked into her shop. International playboy, Lance Gordon. After a whirlwind courtship he asks her to marry him. Burying a niggle of doubt in the pit of her tummy, she says yes. Heâs even agreed to have the wedding in Brooklyn so her family can attend. But he never arrives. Glenna refused to believe sheâd been abandoned at the altar and asks her brother, Tyler, to contact an agent friend on the West Coast to search for Lance. Patrick McGinnis canât believe heâs walking into a prissy shop in the high end of the Napa Valley searching for a missing groom. The bride, Glenna Beckett, is everything he feared, drop dead gorgeous, and a spoiled brat. Not that heâd ever tell her brother that. He hates wild goose chases, and this mission is exactly that. Patrickâs certain the playboy fiancÃ© is off wooing some other delectable creature. Unfortunately, once Patrick started to dig, he finds thereâs more to the tale and it will take all his skills as an agent to keep Glenna safe. Especially when the case takes a turn and threatens the safety of his son, Finn.
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Patrick McGinnis thumbed his phone off and dropped the thing on the table with a thud. What had he just agreed to? He held in a groan, barely.
âWhatâs up dad? You look like you just ate a sour grape.â
Finnegan, his sixteen-year old son, and the joy of his life, walked to the cupboard and pulled out a bowl. He filled it with cereal and added milk and then joined Patrick at the table. He dipped his spoon for a large scoop, and as he brought it to his mouth, Finn gave him the Iâm waiting look.
âI just received a call from an old friend,â he said in way of explanation, he really didnât like talking work with his son.
âIt must not have been a good conversation.â
âIt was good to catch up. He was with me at Quantico.â Best to focus on the old acquaintance part.
âDad, Iâm in high school. You can stop sheltering me now. He must have called for a reason. One youâre not too thrilled about. Whatâs up?â He repeated his earlier question.
Damn, Finn was growing up to fast. And the kid was right. He had a tendency to shield him from his work. Something heâd always tried to do, but more since Finn was three and the worst thing that could ever happened to a child had happened.
âTyler is an agent in New York, however, he has a sister in Calistoga.â
His son let out a hoot of laughter. âMatch-making from the east coast.â
âHa, ha. No, his sister seems to have lost her fiancÃ© and her assistant.â
âWhat they elope and left her behind? Whyâd he call you?â
âThe fiancÃ© never arrived at the wedding. And then when his sister went to open her shop she found the assistant had been shot.â
âOh.â Finn ate for a few minutes in silence. âDoes the lost fiancÃ© and the dead assistant have something to do with each other?â
âThatâs one of the things Ty wants me to find out.â
Finn suspended his spoon half way to his mouth. âWhat is the other?â
âHe wants me to find the missing fiancÃ© for his sister.â He pulled his fingers through his hair. âItâs a wild goose chase if you ask me. If the guy had wanted to get married heâd have been at the wedding.â
âYouâd think, unless he couldnât.â
Patrick contemplated his son. He would make a good detective. Heâd already helped solve a few of his cases, by just listening and making comments that brought other solutions to mind. Patrick wasnât sure he wanted that for his son. He loved being a federal agent. For a while, after the incident with his son, heâd tried something else. However, his true passion was law enforcement and heâd been placed back on duty within the year.
You couldnât help where your heart led you. No matter the consequences.
âThat is what I need to find out.â He stood and poured more coffee into his cup to warm up the cooling liquid. He leaned a hip on the counter while he sipped. âWhatâs going on at school today?â
Finn finished his cereal and stood to wash his bowl out. He appeared to be thinking as he put his dishes in the dishwasher.
âI have an algebra test. Just a fair warning, Dad, itâs kicking my ass.â
âLanguage son.â But he smiled, heâd heard a lot worse. âI have a few minutes do you need my help?â
His son gave him a skeptical look, which was well warranted. Algebra had thoroughly kicked his ass in high school, too, to the point heâd needed Saturday morning classes to pass the damn class.
After a moment he answered. âNo, Mrs. Stewart said sheâd meet me before school.â
âOld Mrs. Stewart is still there? I had her for Algebra.â He smiled and resisted the urge to ruffle his sonâs hair. Since the boy was almost as tall as he was, itâd be a little awkward anyway. âYouâre in good hands then. Do you want me to drop you on my way to Calistoga?â
Mary lives in Magna, a little town west of Salt Lake City, Utah. Together with her husband, she has six grown children, and six wonderful grandsons and five beautiful granddaughters. She loves to spend time with family and friends--she includes good books as friends! Mary and her husband love to travel, especially to the Caribbean for relaxing, and Italy for the wine. And most recently she discovered she was Irish and Scottish, of course they had to visit Ireland and Scotland. Mary fell in love with both, but the green hills of Ireland felt like home. With the experience from the exotic places she has visited, she is able to fill her books with colorful descriptions of cities, painting a colorful backdrop for her characters. One of her favorite US destinations is New York/Brooklyn, where her beloved Beckett's live. When she visits, she can wander their neighborhoods, favorite parks, and visit their favorite pub, Putnum's. They are avid concert âHoâsâ! Yes, they pretty much want to do them all. They love outdoor amphitheaters the best and attend as many during the warmer months as possible. Mary writes mostly romantic suspense, romance, women's fiction, and she has just begun to dabble in young adult mystery. She is a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA). During her writing career she has been a conference coordinator, workshop presenter, and chapter president for the Utah Chapter of RWA. In 2007 she was presented with the Utah RWA service award in acknowledgment and appreciation for outstanding service. Mary has also participated in numerous library panels on writing and co-presented a workshop on writing a series at the League of Utah Writers conference. Mary and her husband are also enthusiastic college football fans. They have season tickets to the UTES, University of Utah Football and they tailgate every game. They love tailgating so much, that they were married at a tailgating in 1999. GO UTES! Website and social media links: Buy Link Amazon:www.amazon.com/Mary-Martinez/e/B006MWJ1T6
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Happy Friday, everyone! Thank you for stopping by. Today I have Seelie Kay visiting. She's the author of Kinky Briefs, Quatro and a few other great titles. First, she shares a humorous story that happened during her law school days. Welcome Seelie!
When I was in law school, I traveled home to Wisconsin to visit my family. I wanted to surprise everyone because I had not been home in a while, so I arranged for my Dad—a prominent public official--to pick me up at the airport, but told no one else. He picked me up, we went out to lunch and then I dropped my Dad back at work so I could use his car to run some errands. That afternoon, my Mom received an “anonymous” phone call (this was before Caller I.D.) informing her that my Dad was having an affair with some young blonde, that he had “been seen around town.” My Mom immediately called my Dad and he responded, “Well, yes, I did have lunch with a blonde, in fact, I am bringing her home for dinner to meet you.” My Mom was fit to be tied and she was waiting, roller pin in hand, when we arrived home that evening.
I walked in the door and smiled at my Mom, moving to give her a hug. She pushed me aside and said angrily, “Hush. Your father is bringing home some hussy and I am going to bean him with this rolling pin.”
I started to laugh. Finally, I managed to say, “Mom, I am that hussy.”
OMG, that's hysterical! At least your Dad kept the surprise to himself! ROFLOL
Tell us a little bit about Kinky Briefs, Quatro.
KINKY BRIEFS, QUATRO by Seelie Kay (released 2/9/18)
Take another kinky voyage through Lawyerland!
Indulge in a walk on the wild side with these sizzling short stories about lawyers in love, with a dash of kink. From painting well-hung nudes at a networking event or thwarting terrorists intent on harm to finding love despite a chronic illness or exploring kink on a train, these lawyers pursue love with a vengeance. And while affairs of the heart may come in all shapes and sizes—a law school ménage a trois, a middle-aged A.G. and a law firm associate, and a new marriage suddenly threatened by a spouse long believed dead—these relationships thrive despite the odds. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, and yes, the resultant loin heating might even make you blush, but in the end, you’ll run out and buy a set of handcuffs. Because that’s the only way to defuse the sizzle created by these hot, sexy stories.
Kendall rolled over and met with firm resistance. Startled, she looked up into Luke’s smiling face. He leaned down and kissed her. It was then she noticed they were skin on skin. “Oh. My. God. I’m in bed with my best friend and we’re both naked.”
Luke laughed. “About damn time. I’ve wanted to get into your pants for like forever.” He wove his fingers through her hair. “Think we can be lovers and friends?”
“I’m not sure. I never really saw myself with a tax lawyer.” Kendall smirked. “Boring.”
“Hey, you didn’t act bored last night when I had you tied to your bed.”
“That’s because you scared the crap out of me. I never even suspected you were kinky. Where the hell have you been hiding all of those whips and chains? I am sure I have gone through every single drawer and closet in your bedroom, repeatedly, trying to find evidence you preferred men.”
Luke’s mouth dropped open. He then launched himself at Kendall, pinning her underneath him with his body. He kissed her, then trailed his tongue down her neck, his mouth finally settling on a nipple. Gently, he began to suck, and when Kendall moaned, he bit down.
Kendall yelped with surprise.
“Be happy I’m not getting one of my whips out to punish you, smart mouth. But nipple clamps are still an option. And maybe next time, a ball gag.” He chuckled, a low, somewhat evil, chuckle. “And as for my toys, look under your bed.”
Hmmm, I think I want to look under the bed... Let's check out the book trailer.
Great book trailer, Seelie. Tell us a little about you!
About Seelie Kay
Seelie Kay writes about lawyers in love, with a dash of kink.
Writing under a nom de plume, the former lawyer and journalist draws her stories from more than 30 years in the legal world. Seelie’s wicked pen has resulted in six works of fiction, all released in 2017, including Kinky Briefs, Kinky Briefs, Too, The Garage Dweller, Kinky Briefs, Thrice, and A Touchdown to Remember, as well as the romance anthology, Pieces of Us.
When not spinning her kinky tales, Seelie ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. Currently, she resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, WI, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, the Green Bay Packers, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.
Seelie is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!
Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Seelie-Kay/e/B074RDRWNZ/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1517848564&sr=1-2-ent
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Hello everyone! Please welcome back Beverley Oakley. She's on a blog tour from February 17 to March 1 sharing her release, The Accidental Elopement. At the end of the post, she is offering a giveaway!
The Accidental Elopement Scandalous Miss Brightwell Series (Book 4) By Beverley OakleyAbout the Book: A seven-year secret. A tragic misunderstanding. Can love outwit fate in this twisted tale of misadventure and thwarted dreams? Earl Quamby’s niece, Katherine, and Jack, a foundling home lad adopted by a local family, have been loyal friends for as long as they can remember. As Jack is about to leave England to make his fortune and Katherine is being courted by two eligible suitors, they unexpectedly realise their friendship has blossomed into passionate love. A love, they are warned, that has no future. Despite a brave attempt to defy the forces keeping them apart, tragedy results and the pair is separated. When chance throws them together seven years later, Katherine, newly widowed, is being pressured into a marriage not of her choosing to avoid scandal and Jack feels he must honour his pledge to the worthy Odette whom he met in India and whose father is dying. Katherine knows that revealing a long-held secret may win Jack to her but she also knows conflicting obligations from past and present may tear him apart. Can master matchmakers, Fanny, Antoinette and Bertram Brightwell, outwit fate in its latest attempt to keep these star-crossed lovers apart and deliver them the happiness they deserve? This is Book 4 in the Scandalous Miss Brightwell series but it can be read as a stand-alone. Amazon Buy Link Order The Accidental Elopement now for the special price of $2.99 and you'll get an ecopy of Scandalous: Three Daring Charades in the Pursuit of Love. Just send a screen shot of proof of purchase to beverley (at) eikli.com and she'll send you the link for your free book. Amazon Buy Link Excerpt: In this excerpt, Katherine is hiding in a dark corridor to avoid dancing with someone she has no wish to see during her first ball as a newly arrived London debutante. She then receives a rude shock!
Beverley is giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Certificate to on lucky winner. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other stops on the tour. You may find those locationshere.
Rake's Honour (Book 1) Beautiful, impoverished Fanny Brightwell has a few scores to settle—and a heart to win—before she can secure the wealthy, aristocratic husband her ambitious mama demands. Pick up a free copyhere! Rogue's Kiss (Book 2) Would a potential suitor be bolder if he were told the lie that the maiden he desires has only six months to live? Amazon Buy Link Devil's Run (Book 3) A rigged horse race - with a marriage and a lost child riding on the outcome. Amazon Buy Link ~*~*~*~*~ About the Author: Beverley Oakley was seventeen when she bundled up her first her 500+ page romance and sent it to a publisher. Unfortunately drowning her heroine on the last page was apparently not in line with the expectations of romance readers so Beverley became a journalist. Twenty-six years later Beverley was delighted to receive her first publishing contract from Robert Hale (UK) for a romance in which she ensured her heroine was saved from drowning in the icy North Sea. Since 2009 Beverley has written more than thirteen historical romances, mostly set in England during the early nineteenth century. Mystery, intrigue and adventure spill from their pages and if she can pull off a thrilling race to save someone’s honour – or a worthy damsel from the noose – it’s time to celebrate with a good single malt Scotch. Beverley lives with her husband, two daughters and a Rhodesian Ridgeback puppy the size of a pony opposite a picturesque nineteenth-century lunatic asylum. She also writes Africa-set adventure-filled romances tarring handsome bush pilot heroes, and historical romances with less steam and more sexual tension, as Beverley Eikli. You can get in contact with Beverley at:website | Facebook | Pinterest | Twitter | Goodreads a Rafflecopter giveaway
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Hello everyone, welcome back to my blog. Today, I have Ruth A. Casie visiting with her story, Never Say Never. She starts out telling us a little humorous story that ended up in one of her books. Welcome, Ruth!
My brother Alan and his wife Eloise are happily married, very happily married. After ten years (and now on the other side of the country) Alan called and asked me if I’d once again be a witness at his wedding. How romantic I thought. Renewing your vows, I asked? Eh, not quite, he told me. They had moved cross country when Eloise was appointed Vice President at one of the California universities. They filled out all the paperwork and got a call from the human resource area that there was no record of their marriage. They were married in New Jersey, they told the counselor. No record in any state, the woman said. I flew to California to witness the wedding and make sure the papers were filed.
Oh My Gosh! Did this tale end up in one of your books?
This incident was too good to not become a story. It is the underlying theme of Second Chance by the Sea, a short story in the anthology Timeless Escapes.
Married for ten years, a couple at odds find their marriage was never registered. Will an impending disaster be the final straw that breaks them up or will it rekindle their love and send them back to the altar for a second chance?
So glad it worked out for your brother. LOL, tell us about your current story, Never Say Never.
Pam Dawes has always done what was expected by her high-society parents and friends. Look where that got her. Husband number two is quickly becoming a bad memory. She’s through with men. Never again.
Mikhail Ivanovich Stephanov, doesn’t care what happens to himself—revenge for his family is all that matters.
When a freak storm brings down communications, Pam’s the only one who can help the mysterious Russian who washes up on her dock. Sparks reignite when they realize they’d met years ago. Mik’s more than willing to put his vendetta aside, until Pam becomes the target of the Russian thugs that have infiltrated Havenport’s coast. He’d die to keep her safe.
They’d both sworn to never love again. Will they learn to never say never?
Volgograd came rushing back. What was it about Pam Dawes that loosened those memories he’d worked hard to keep locked away?
“The Volga is the longest river in Europe and used to be known for its sturgeon,” he said, the neutral statement safe.
“Ah, Russian caviar,” Pam said with an overaffected Russian accent. She leaned close. “My comrade. Tell me about the cold Russssian nights and the warm wodka.”
“Lozhimsya spat’ golym i derzhim drug druga v teple.” He leaned closer and whispered in her ear.
She didn’t pull back. He found the heated flush that went up her neck charming. Was it his hot breath against her ear or…
Pam turned and faced him. Their lips a breath apart.
“You go into bed…naked…and keep each other warm,” Pam said. Her stare didn’t waver. “Surely you don’t mean that as an invitation.”
A cool sheen dampened his forehead, and excitement raced through his veins. Her breath bathed his face. Smoky, seductive eyes stared at him. For the moment, they were back at the Moscow gala, sitting alone on a small sofa in a ballroom. He blinked and returned to the sand-colored kitchen.
“No. We go into bed. You have the wrong conjugational form.” He put his hand around her neck and pulled her toward him. Slowly, her eyes closed. He bent closer, then lightly, very lightly, kissed her lips.
Amazon UK: http://amzn.eu/5YnLvSa
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This sounds so intriguing. Let's take a look at the trailer on the YouTube video!
Great trailer, Ruth. Tell us more about you!
RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance with enough action to keep turning pages. Ruth also writes historical swashbuckling action-adventure time-travel romance about strong empowered women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she found her voice, she was a speech therapist (pun intended), client liaison for a corrugated manufacturer, and international bank product and marketing manager vice president, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing romance. She hopes her stories become your favorite adventures. For more information, please visit www.RuthACasie.com or visit her on Facebook, @RuthACasie, Twitter, @RuthACasie, or Pinterest RuthACasie.
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Happy Valentine's Day Everyone! So glad you all could stop by and visit! Today's special treat, I have Claire Gem with her latest release, Spirits of the Heart. Please join me in celebrating her release.
Thank you, Connie, for hosting me on Valentine's Day, this very special day celebrating LOVE. I'm going to share an excerpt from my latest release showing the moment when the hero confesses his love for the heroine. If you like the excerpt, please consider signing up for my Author-Reader Group here: https://dl.bookfunnel.com/wlaz2sqwl4
You will receive the first chapter of SPIRITS OF THE HEART, A Haunted Voices Novel. You can find out more about the book on Amazon here: http://amzn.to/2nQDDzJ
Blurb: An addiction counselor and a security guard struggle to free a little girl and her father, two lost spirits trapped inside an abandoned mental asylum.
Addiction counselor Laura Horton returns from college to move in with an old friend and start her career. But her homecoming is jarring. Her friend moves out, leaving Laura alone with the gorgeous but intimidating ex-boyfriend—in a house that snugs up to an ancient graveyard.
Officer Miller Stanford is a man with a shattered past. His alcoholic dad destroyed their family, a weakness Miller is terrified will consume him too. The last thing he needs is a sexy, blonde addiction counselor watching his every move. When he begins to see specters in the dark, he starts questioning his own stability.
But Laura sees her too—a pathetic child-spirit searching for her father. Then Laura starts digging into old asylum records . . . Can Miller and Laura uncover the secrets of Talcott Hall without jeopardizing their love—and lives—in the process?
“Make love to me, Miller. Please. I feel a little lost. A little like that child-spirit out there. I need to be held. I want to feel cherished. Wanted,” she whispered.
“Oh, I want you, all right. But what scares the hell out of me, Laura, is how I’m starting to need you.” He pulled back and gazed into her huge, blue eyes. “Need you. And not just like this.” He searched her face as he fiddled with one errant, blonde curl and tucked it behind her ear.
He waited, searching her eyes for some sign she understood what he was saying. But there was only open, pure innocence in those eyes. She had no idea what it meant to be loved. He could see that now. And like a pinprick to his heart, he nearly winced when she replied, “I’m yours, Miller. I’ll give you whatever you want. To please you. I just want to make you happy.”
“Laura, I love you. Are you ready for that? I mean, I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life.”
She blinked fast as though he’d hit her with something too complex for her to understand. “Why?” she asked in a small voice.
“Because I’ve never felt so alive since the day you came waltzing into my house. Into my life. At first, like a shy bird. One I soon realized was a well-disguised lady hawk.” His mouth curled into a wry smile. “And because you don’t think I’m crazy.”
He watched as her pale, gold eyebrows grew together, her eyes glistening. “I don’t know how to do that, Miller. . .the love thing. I mean, other than family. I don’t know if I’m ready for—”
Miller didn’t give her the chance to finish saying what he not only didn’t want to hear, but didn’t believe. His mouth crushed hers with a hunger, a passion he’d never known. She didn’t resist, but dove into the pool of desire right alongside him.
He would show her. If she didn’t understand his words, then he would show her. Show her what it felt like to be loved.
Buy Link: www.amazon.com/Spirits-Heart-Haunted-Voices-Book-ebook/dp/B01N7VIZU2/
Wow, I love it when a man wants to show a woman how it feels to be loved. This book sounds great, and I look forward to reading it. So let's check out the You Tube Video!
That is a cool video, Claire. I love it. Let's find out more about Claire!
Strong Women, Starting Over
Claire is a multi-published, award winning author of five titles in the genres of contemporary romance, supernatural suspense, and women’s fiction. She also writes Author Resource guide books, and presents seminars on writing craft and marketing.
Her supernatural suspense, Hearts Unloched, won the 2016 New York Book Festival, and was a finalist in the 2017 RONE Awards. Also in 2017, her women’s fiction, The Phoenix Syndrome, was a finalist in the National Reader's Choice Awards, and her contemporary romance, A Taming Season, was a Literary Award of Merit finalist in the HOLT Medallion Awards. Her latest release, Spirits of the Heart, was a finalist in the 2017 "I Heart Indie Awards."
Creating cross-genre fiction she calls "supernatural suspense," Claire loves exploring the paranormal and the unexplained, and holds a certificate in Parapsychology from the Rhine Research Center of Duke University.
A New York native, Claire has lived in five of the United States and held a variety of jobs, from waitress to bridal designer to research technician—but loves being an author best. She and her happily-ever-after hero, her husband of 39 years, now live in central Massachusetts.
Claire is available for seminars & media interviews, & loves to travel for book promotional events.
Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/2nabvbm
Youtube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCO-vB7WDZhEQ8U4YpC937ng
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Happy Monday, Everyone! Today I have Pandora Spocks visiting my blog with her new release, Chasing Ordinary. Be sure and check out the hunk on the book cover! Yum yum. So take us away, Pandora, tell us about Chasing Ordinary!
By Pandora Spocks
Pandora is giving away The Dream Dominant Series 3 Book Bundle to three lucky winners. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here.
About the Book:
Red-haired Petey Cavanaugh is a sculptor who welds steel and glass creations. A young widow, she lives on her in-lawsâ sheep ranch in Montana where she helps out during the day, working on her art at night.
Looking to raise money to expand the ranchâs business, she gratefully accepts her art school roommateâs offer of a gallery show in Manhattan. Itâs been years since she was in the city, and sheâs happy to visit her old friend.
Nik is in New York on business. Heâs been traveling for nearly a month, enduring endless meetings, attending obligatory dinners, and battling jet-lag. On his way to yet another business dinner, his world collides with Petey's one rainy Manhattan night.
Their mutual attraction is immediate, but Nikâs skeptical. Could it possibly be that this gorgeous, enchanting artist has no idea that heâs Europeâs most eligible prince?
Spending time with Petey is Nikâs first-ever taste of ordinary. What will happen when she finds out the truth?
Release Date: February 13, 2018
Genres: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Howard had been talking nonstop for twenty minutes. Each time Petey thought sheâd found the opportunity to extricate herself, he continued his rambling, while edging ever closer, invading her personal space, and chatting about his work and his home in New Jersey. He seemed to be one of those individuals who was completely inept at picking up on social cues.
Sheâd just worked up the gumption to simply excuse herself the next time he came up for air, when she heard a familiar voice.
âThere you are, darling!â Nik swooped in, handing her a glass of wine. âIâm so sorry Iâm late. Will you ever forgive me?â He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.
Stunned, Petey stammered a bit. âUm, yes. Wellâ¦darling, yes, you certainly are late. Whatâs up with that? Iâve been waiting for you.â
âI know. But traffic was a nightmare, what with the rain. You just wouldnât believe it.â Nik turned to Howard. âWhoâs your friend?â He smiled pleasantly at the confused man.
âOh, sorry. Nik, this is Howard. Howard, meet Nik.â
Howard worked his mouth, but was blissfully silent.
Nik reached to shake his hand. âSo nice to meet you. If youâll excuse us, I need to make up for lost time. Come, darling.â
He grasped Peteyâs hand and led her to the opposite side of the gallery. When they reached a quiet corner, he turned and smiled at her.
She gave a relieved laugh. âOh, my God, for the second time tonight, you saved my bacon.â
Nik laughed, too. âThe exasperation on your face said that you needed rescuing. Who was he anyway?â
âSome guy that my friend Jules thought I should meet. I mean, heâs nice enough, but he had absolutely no sense of personal space. And he would notstop talking. Sheesh!â
âHeâs probably just shy in the presence of such a pretty woman.â Nikâs blue eyes sparkled.
Petey rolled her eyes. âYes, Iâm sure thatâs it,â she said sarcastically. âI guess you ditched your business dinner?â
Nik nodded. âI did.â
She eyed him curiously. âWhat kind of business are you in?â
He paused a beat. âIâm in international finance and development.â
Warmth flooded her face, and she knew she was blushing. A sheepish smile curled her lips. âI have no idea what that means.â
He smiled, too. âI travel and meet with business people, mostly, occasionally politicians, and we discuss ways to improve our national economies, and ways to assist developing economies as well.â
âOh. Iâm sure Jules would understand completely. She has a sharp business mind. Iâm just so,â she gave a self-deprecating chuckle, âright-brained.â
She fanned herself lightly with her hand. âSo, youâd had enough of finances and development for one night?â
Nik nodded agreeably. âIâve worked all day. As I sat listening to more business conversation, all I could think was that Iâd like to attend the gallery opening of a promising young sculptor.â
Peteyâs eyes sparkled mischievously. âWell, if I hear of any, Iâll let you know.â They both laughed together.
âI just watched your video. Such an interesting way to introduce yourself to patrons.â
âOh, that.â Petey blushed. âJules flew out to Montana a couple of months ago. She hired a film crew to follow me for a day, do interviews and stuff. Then they just put it together.â
He regarded her curiously, eyes sparkling. âWhat are the chances youâd give me a guided tour of this incredible exhibit?â
She pretended to consider his request. âWell, you did see to it that I was put back together after being blasted by that tidal wave. And, you rescued me from being talked to death by a close-talking dentist. Iâd say your odds are pretty good.â She laughed. âI think bringing me a glass of wine put you over the top, though.â
Nik laughed, too. âLucky for me, then.â
âLucky for you. Okay, letâs take a tour.â
Pandora Spocks is a sassy ginger and hopeless romantic, living her happily ever after in South Florida. She enjoys reading and writing literary erotic romance.
She is the author of the three-novel epic romance Ranniganâs Redemption, and a naughty little romantic novella, Just One Night. Her Dream Dominant Collection is a series of light BDSM stand-alone novels featuring sexy Alpha males and the strong red-haired submissives who canât resist them. The collection currently includes three novels: Luke & Bella, Lost & Bound, and For Sparrow.
Pandora is busy on her laptop, working on her next spicy romance.
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