tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14246043925385078782024-02-21T12:58:54.682-05:00Chloe Waits~ Erotic Romance Writerblogspot of Chloe Waits, erotic romance writer muses on life, romance and writingChloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-14017272982825148672013-01-04T09:00:00.000-05:002013-01-16T17:10:10.891-05:00THE SCP SECOND ANNIVERSARY BLOG HOP!<br />
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Chloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-49693691100489494772012-12-20T21:40:00.002-05:002012-12-20T21:40:34.294-05:00Long and Short Reviews- Stuff Your Stocking Blogfest<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Visit <b>Long and Short Reviews blog for their Stuff Your Stockings Blogfest</b> of giveaways Dec 17th to 21st and comment to win...you can win a free copy of my book Irish Magic<b> </b></span><b><a href="http://wcguest.blogspot.com/2012/12/stuff-your-stocking-blogfest-chloe-waits.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" target="_blank">http://wcguest.blogspot.com/<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"></span>2012/12/<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"></span>stuff-your-stocking-blogfest-ch<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"></span>loe-waits.html</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"> </span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: #346574; color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.883333206176758px;">Mysterious Ireland is famous for its magical lore. But Kelly Murphy is here to mend a broken heart; not chase pots of gold. She can’t help being enchanted, though, by the beauty and charm of the land. Not to mention being completely captivated by local hunk and tour guide Sean Ahearn!</span><br style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.883333206176758px;" /><br style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.883333206176758px;" /><span style="background-color: #346574; color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.883333206176758px;">But it’s more than Ireland that’s seducing Kelly. After wandering onto a fairy hill, Kelly experiences the most passionate night of her life. It’s who it’s with that has her stumped. </span><br style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.883333206176758px;" /><br style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.883333206176758px;" /><span style="background-color: #346574; color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.883333206176758px;">Is it sexy Sean or is fairy mischief afoot? </span><br style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.883333206176758px;" /><br style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.883333206176758px;" /><span style="background-color: #346574; color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.883333206176758px;">In a land where everyone believes, can Kelly find the courage to let go of the past and take a leap of faith?</span>Chloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-50873314218899529362012-12-12T00:00:00.000-05:002012-12-12T09:46:04.644-05:00Elise Hepner's Blog Hop<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have a love hate relationship with board games—mainly that I love them but most of the people around me either don’t have patience for them or they want to play cards instead. Monopoly is my favorite, although I have been known to be partial to Clue and Life as well. When I came up with the idea for Sextionary, I was thinking about all the times my husband and I have played the board game we have sitting in our closet next to the Christmas decorations and crushed by various computer components. I love that game—I really do—for some reason, I never have time for it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Immediately, I thought, what would make a couple want to play a board game every date night instead of being distracted by everything technology? Why, sex, of course! Add to that my flair for BDSM and board game night just got downright kinky. Sometimes the things we do that aren’t regulated by technology (super hard to find anymore, I know) need a little notch up in order for anyone to actually do them. And it’s something I may have to put to work in my home life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One small, sand filled timer flipped Jasper and Jill’s world. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Boring, board game date nights evolved into twenty questions or a spanking. From stimulating conversations—to ripped panties as a makeshift gag. And Jasper’s new fascination with anything leather pulling Jill further down onto her knees.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Jill draws on paper what she wants from her husband’s lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Honey, I’m home,” she called out, secretly pleased when her voice didn’t quaver one bit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The scent of strawberry—wafting from the candles tucked in every corner—both soothed her mind while also tightening her muscles as she dropped her purse on the floor. One measured breath after the next. Total silence while she fought off the urge to fidget, picking at her tight skirt or unbinding her hair from the constricting bun. She wouldn’t—couldn’t—mess with their ritual. A personal game during date night that had taken on new meaning half a year ago. Had become so much more than enjoying each other’s company over a glass of sugary, sweet fruit wine and a board game.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">More intimate than talking, so she held back her voice, even as she longed to walk into the living room. But it wasn’t only about her wants. Her needs. Marriage was a partnership and she was willing to do her half to make her partner happy. Even if it meant standing perfectly still while her nipples hardened against her rough sweater and she recalled all the fantasies she’d harbored all day at work looping through her brain without a pause button.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Where are you,” she mouthed the words to herself without breathing a sound.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A shadow wavered out of the corner of her eye. Before she had time to turn her head he stood in front of her as if he’d been there the whole time. A formless shape only defined by flicking shadows and her engrained memories. At least until they made their way to the living room—but she knew from experience that part wasn’t soon. No, he stood his ground in front of her with an unreadable expression against the darkness. Shallow, barely there breaths. Nothing to showcase his eagerness, while she silently pleaded for his touch, every inch of her skin electric with the urge to reach out and brush her fingers across his face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She didn’t touch him for the same reason he made no movement forward—their anticipation of each other was so much better this way. Close enough to sense the brush of his breath—hot against her cheeks. His mouth would taste like citrus toothpaste while his lips would bruise hard enough that her eyes would fill with tears even closed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“You look amazing,” his gravelly voice lilted at the end of his words, an odd accent not anything close to their neighbors or friends. Tonight, the words didn’t matter. His tone was like a hand groping beneath her clothes, eager, unstoppable, and full of heady promise.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“You can’t see me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I don’t need to see, to know.” Jasper cracked his knuckles and the sound was a gunshot rending through the charged silence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">His callused hand wrapped around her wrist and she barely registered that he’d moved forward blocking the entrance to their gourmet kitchen. When she swallowed she nearly choked. As her chin tipped up to look into his eyes, he clucked with his tongue. A gentle reminder. Her eyes slid back to the cheap carpeting in their entryway.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But she’d be lying if she didn’t admit that when his fingers pressed ever so slightly into her wrist in warning that her throat closed on a sigh. Though he hadn’t spoken, she knew his touch well enough it was as if he had uttered a forceful command. Loud and constant—until her nervousness was drowned out by the cacophony of blood pumping and rushing between her ears.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Come ‘ere.” He slid his hand up along her forearm and jerked her to his broad, muscular chest while he towered above her petite curves by at least a foot. They rocked together as if magnetized. Pride swelled in her chest when she merely blinked at his actions though the rest of her practically dissolved in his arms soaking in the warmth of protection and the danger his veiled strength.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She didn’t put out a hand to stop him—though it wouldn’t have mattered. Jasper would have swatted it away and gripped her all the tighter, all the more painful, until there were tender bruises that she reveled in the next morning. Small, tender marks that would sweetly sting when he pressed on them across the breakfast table. Besides, it wasn’t as if he wouldn’t leave marks, even when she was good. He dragged his thumb across her skin with his stinging heat—like she was a roadmap to the only destination in the world that mattered.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And as she closed her eyes, her very cells cried out for more of his touch. Her hand curved along his solid, muscular hip. His gaze swept over her until she didn’t have to look at him to know his intentions. Her stare bore into his white t-shirt, her eyes focused so hard on him that she was shocked there wasn’t a hole in his chest that started smoking. His other hand shifted up from her hip to her shoulder, along her neck, and below her chin. Every place he touched hummed and she dug for willpower to keep her hand from shaking against the smooth, smoldering heat of his skin beneath his shirt.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One stroke along her chin with his thumb. Enough to set her teeth to chattering if she hadn’t had her jaw clamped shut in order to avoid him knowing the impact of his touch. Jasper was cocky—didn’t need any more help in that department. Until he gave her something, she would work to give him nothing. All day she’d labored with the knowledge of the sweet, hard press of his lips against her throat and the particular rat-a-tat-tat of his fingers against her clit. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The less reaction, the better.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Before she could figure out what angle he was working tonight, her husband jerked up her chin with a pleased grunt. Her head tipped back with a blink. A deep breath of pine filled her lungs until she ached lodging a noise in the back of her throat. She gauged the look in her lover’s calculating brown eyes. Against the backdrop of darkness with the subtle flicker to their right she could only make out the bright points of his eyes. As if flames danced within them. Tonight he would be the devil, her tormentor—the association inside her mind wasn’t a surprise.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I’m the man that gets to remove all these trappings to get to the sweet treat of your nakedness. I’ll never take it for granted—though tonight you won’t be so lucky,” he breathed against her lips, barely a caress of skin on skin. Enough of a tease that she arched on tiptoe trying to meet his mouth, even as he was already on the verge of leaving her high and dry.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There was no reply, because he didn’t expect one. Even if he had, his chest brushed against the front of her sweater until the commanding caress of his hand that had shifted onto the nape of her neck became something of an anchor. Knowing the ritual, their odd little habits every Friday, didn’t make anything boring or old hat. In fact, her knowledge of what to expect in the beginning of their little dance only skyrocketed her anticipation—merely because she knew once his hands were off of her anything was up for grabs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And with his hands on her while her knees shook, he kept her in place, their eyes locked with a mutual understanding. The next several hours would test them both. But it would be worth it—he always made every move worth it. Jasper’s mouth tilted in a gentle smile that she could barely make out. His gaze told a different, more ruthless story like the slow, predatory kneading along her nerve endings at her nape and forearm. Their only points of connection, yet the subtle contact was enough to send her thoughts spinning away in favor of simply basking in his touch.</span></div>
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<br />Chloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-28609281919109880712012-12-09T00:00:00.000-05:002013-01-03T16:19:31.626-05:00Hot, Bold, and...Blind. My Newest Hero<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Donovan's Blues is out at Secret Cravings Publishing Monday! As part of the Special Love line that celebrates different abilities, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">this sexy short story packs a huge erotic punch. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My hero, Donovan Strait, is a hot blues musician. He also happens to be blind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amanda makes that mistake at first, and he soon teaches her she needs to let go of any preconceived notions she has about blindness. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Donovan may not have his sight, but he is able to 'see' a woman more clearly than other men--including <em>all</em> her erotic needs. Using his other heightened senses, he seduces Amanda, into an night of passion she will never forget. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> But can she get him to stay longer than a one night stand?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Are you excited Amanda?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes,” she whispered. In truth, she was very excited, more so than she could remember being by any man. Any remaining reservations vanished under his expert seduction.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“By me?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He smiled, already knowing the answer. His voice dropped a few octaves. “You’re wondering what it would be like to be made love to by a man that knows things other men don’t…who can see you with his hands. Who could touch you in ways other men cannot.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amanda didn’t answer. She drew shallow breaths as graphic images flitted through her mind. His grip tightened reflexively on her wrist. Sensual awareness flooded Amanda. Her heightened pulse, her uneven respirations told him everything he needed to know, and he read her like an open book, as though her body was braille.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“A lot of men are only interested in what they see in women. What they narrowly define as beauty. With one, lone sense. They don’t appreciate a woman’s voice. The way her breath quickens as her excitement grows. The scent of her arousal. The smell of her perfume when she’s gone. People are meant to be tactile. Do you know the softest part of a woman’s body? Most men would say her thighs. What about the inside of her wrist? The area behind her knee. The underside of her upper arm. The webbing between her fingers and toes…?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Donovan raised Amanda’s hand, pressing her delicate wrist against his full lips as his fingers laced briefly with hers.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her skin burned with his touch and sparks lit up along her spine.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Her lips, the area behind the ear…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His hand touched her hair, trailing over the earlobe underneath and moving behind the shell of her ear, to Amanda’s sigh. She swore the whorl of his thumb left an imprint on the tender area, scoring it with heat.... </span><br />
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Guaranteed you won't be singing the blues if you had Donovan in your life!<br />
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Chloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-34084900095729744012012-12-08T11:05:00.001-05:002012-12-08T14:47:27.412-05:00Wounded Warrior Blog Hop at Secret Cravings BlogspotA very worthy blog hop is going on over at Secret Cravings to help support wounded veterans.<br />
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<br /><strong></strong>Chloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-4954758499315533752012-12-03T00:00:00.000-05:002012-12-03T21:17:27.100-05:00The Next Best Thing Blog Hop...You landed here!Well, I am tickled pink to be invited to <strong>The Next Best Thing Blog Hop</strong> by writer <b><a href="http://www.carolinavaldez.com/index.html">Carolina Valdez</a>! </b>Thanks Carolina!<br />
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As part of the blog hop, I was asked some questions about my writing career:<br />
<strong>THE 10 QUESTIONS:</strong><em><strong></strong></em><br />
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<b><i>1. What was the working and final title of your book?</i></b><br />
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My newest release, Irish Magic, with Secret Cravings publishing was released this November 16th! Originally I called it Magic of Ireland as a working title but felt it was a bit unwieldy. <br />
<em><strong>2. Where did the idea come from for the book?</strong></em> <br />
My book is set in Dingle Bay, Ireland, and I actually visited there in the past. My background is primarily Irish, with some Scots and English thrown in. I am a celtic mutt for sure! I have always believed in fairies and been intrigued by Irish legends, so I wove a real Irish legend in my story about male fairies, called the Ganconagh, who 'seduce lasses.' My heroine, Kelly Murphy, falls for a local man named Sean Ahearn, who she believes she sees one night in the mist. But is it really Sean, or, has she been seduced by something paranormal?<br />
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My story is an erotic paranormal romance. That's right, there will be steam!<br />
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What an exciting question! I would have to say Nicole Kidman for my female lead, who is a red head, and Gerard Butler for the male lead. He is Scottish, rather than Irish, but his fabulous, hunky looks, and his celtic charm would be perfect. Did I mention I am actually married to a Scotsman myself? Yum.<br />
<em><br /><strong></strong></em><em><strong>5. What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?</strong></em><br />
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Who, or what, is seducing Kelly Murphy in Ireland--is it local hunk, sexy Sean Ahearn, or is fairy magic afoot?<br />
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<em><strong>6. Will your book be self published or represented by an agency?</strong></em><br />
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My book is published by Secret Cravings Publishing. I am very excited to be a part of the Secret Cravings family now, and that I have a new short release, Donovan's Blues, out soon with them<br />
<em><br /><strong></strong></em><em><strong>7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?</strong></em><br />
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Probably a month, as I work full time as a nurse and only have so much time for wriitng, and it's a novella length...<br />
<em><br /><strong></strong></em><em><strong>8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?</strong></em><br />
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This story is kind of playful, there is almost a kind of chicklit feel to it, in addition to the erotic elements. Think Bridget Jones meets erotic romance, lol.<br />
<em><br /><strong></strong></em><em><strong>9. Who or what inspired you to write this book?</strong></em><br />
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I am always inspired by romance, love,and passion--and for this story, my own celtic background. I think love is the greatest 'magic' there is!<br />
<em><br /><strong></strong></em><em><strong>10.What else about your book might pique the reader's interest?</strong></em><br />
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I think the fact that it is based on a real legend is exciting, and that I spun a hot erotic story around it!<br />
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<em>Thanks for visiting, guys!</em><strong><br /></strong><br />
<strong><br /></strong>Please make sure to begin at Carolina's blog ...<a href="https://fingerstothekeys.wordpress.com/"><b>https://fingerstothekeys.wordpress.com/ </b></a><br />
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<b style="background-color: red;">And please be sure to visit some of my fellow authors at Secret Cravings Publishing, </b><br />
<b style="background-color: red;">Mahalia Levey, by clicking this link <a href="http://mahalia2010.wordpress.com/blog/%C2%A0" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1354502585266_463" rel="nofollow" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; outline: invert none 0px; text-decoration: underline; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" target="_blank">http://mahalia2010.wordpress.com/blog/ </a> </b><br />
<b style="background-color: red;">Carole Preflatish at her link <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><a href="http://carolpre.blogspot.com/">http://CarolPre.blogspot.com</a></span></b><br />
<b style="background-color: red;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Vanessa Johnston at<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_378766321"> </a></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><a href="http://vanessajohnstonwrites.blogspot.com/">http://vanessajohnstonwrites.blogspot.com/</a></span></span></b><br />
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<b style="font-size: 16px;">I am very excited that my new release, <i><a href="http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=449&zenid=bb3b7cca6b168a4f492188e62b15f08f">Irish Magic</a></i>, is out now at <a href="http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/">Secret Cravings Publishing</a>, and very happy to become part of the SCP family!</b><br />
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<b style="font-size: 16px;">Mysterious Ireland is famous for its magical
lore. But Kelly Murphy is here to mend a broken heart; not chase pots of gold.
She can’t help being enchanted, though, by the beauty and charm of the land. Not
to mention being completely captivated by local hunk and tour guide Sean
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<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>But it’s more than Ireland that’s seducing
Kelly. After wandering onto a fairy hill, Kelly experiences the most passionate
night of her life. It’s who it’s with that has her stumped. </b></span><br />
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afoot? </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>In a land where everyone believes, can Kelly
find the courage to let go of the past and take a leap of
faith?</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>“How did such a fair damsel get lost?” As dark
as it was, his eyes seemed to gleam in the shadows.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>“I don’t know. I am not very good with
directions.” <em>Especially in a different country, half
pickled.</em></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>“I’d say you found your way perfectly.” Melodic
in its lilt, his voice became husky as his fingers grazed her cheek, igniting a
fiery path in their wake.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>“W-what are you doing, Sean?” Kelly asked
softly. Her skin tingled under his touch, but his sudden forwardness stunned
her.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>“Were you not warned about the Gánconágh?” She
could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re on a fairy hill.”</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>Kelly looked down at where she had been sitting
earlier. She <em>was</em> on a hill, with a tree. He kept caressing her face,
and she felt lulled by the warmth. “I guess I should be more
careful.”</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>“No, you are exactly where you should
be.”</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>Kelly had no idea what to say to such a
comment. “I didn’t think you even noticed me,” Kelly confessed
softly.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>“A beautiful maiden on my hill? How could I
not?”</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>The hard pad of his thumb lightly brushed her
collarbone, stoking need with every movement. Doubts about his interest cleared
quickly, but her head swam as she struggled to shift gears with this rapid turn
of events.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>“It’s hard to think when you do that.” Could he
feel the erratic throb of her pulse he caused?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>“How about when I do this?”</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>Sean’s mouth descended over hers, and all Kelly
could register was disbelief as the tip of his tongue darted out to lick the
seam of her mouth, enticing her to shyly part her lips and allow him full
access. His tongue surged inside, mating expertly with hers as his hands cradled
her face. Even in her hottest fantasies, a man had never kissed her like this.
Desire warred with her confusion.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>Breathless, she pulled back abruptly from their
kiss.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>“I don’t really understand what is happening
here. I wasn’t expecting this.”</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>“Yes you were. You know the consequence of
being here, don’t you?” He brushed a stray curl from her cheek as she replayed
his words from the pub, heat flooding her face.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>“Yes.” <em>You were going to protect me</em>.
<em>Then I said I might not want protection—</em></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>“Aren’t you here to be seduced?” His question
hung lazily in the air, but Kelly sensed the rigid control he exerted over
himself, the slight rag of his breath. She didn’t pause this time.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>“Yes.”</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>His mouth claimed hers again, and this time,
Kelly was truly lost. His hands knotted into her hair to draw her closer, his
hard erection wedging against her belly, making Kelly gasp. Sean scooped her up
in his sturdy arms then lay her down gently on the ground where he joined
her.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>Dimly, Kelly realized she couldn’t taste the
Guinness on his tongue from earlier. His breath was honeyed and sweet, like the
grass around them. Sean’s smell was stronger and muskier than she noticed at the
pub, as though the soil was a part of him. The dimness served only to enhance
her other senses, as she memorized every tantalizing, erotic detail.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>Tracing her jaw line, his lips trekked hotly
down the column of her throat. This exciting, near stranger was doing
intoxicating things with his hands as they molded to her breasts over her shirt.
Old Kelly would have protested this too soon intimacy, but new Kelly, post-Liam,
had been feeling as sexy as a lump of clay, and this wonderful, gorgeous, sexy
man was just what she needed.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>She sucked in a deep breath as he slowly lifted
her shirt, exposing her small mounds to the bite of the night air. Her breasts
felt impossibly full and heavy, aching for his caress. Her nipples hardened, and
Sean grunted with approval as his fingers sought a stiffened peak, rolling it
gently. Pleasure spiked through Kelly, almost bordering pain. Weightless, Kelly
moaned softly as he captured the tight bud greedily with his mouth.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>Anticipation thrummed through her body as a
rush of moisture pooled between her legs. Kelly couldn’t remember being turned
on this quickly before—and by a near stranger! She pushed the thought out of her
head as his roughened palms kneaded her breasts, awakening all her nerve endings
with delicious friction. Her flesh was on fire and Sean knew just how to touch
her. It was like magic. Kelly fought a giggle. <em>Fairy magic!</em></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>Kelly’s heart slammed inside her chest as
Sean’s lips devoured her, demanding her submission as his hands roamed her body
hungrily. An instant of panic overtook her as she heard the snap of her jeans
and felt the cool night air hit her navel. His hands smoothly pulled her clothes
off until she lay almost naked in his arms, leaving only a thin, lacy thong. Her
legs quaked helplessly as he touched her thighs, coaxing them open to the
searing upward path of his hand.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>Kelly dissolved as his movements met the lacy
edge of her underwear, sucking in her breath as he grazed the scalloped edging
of the material and traced the satiny area where her flesh met the fabric. Her
pelvis tilted forward, unbidden. His fingers hooked into the elastic of her
panties and dipped inside, causing Kelly to whimper as he reached her hot, wet
core, her pussy fluttering at the first contact. He raked his nails lightly over
her labia, making her body vibrate, before easing into her folds to stroke the
most sensitive part of her with knowing fingers.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;"><b>Umm, yeah okay, who wouldn't want some Irish Magic...? Lol....</b></span><br />
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I had watched wrestling years before when it was on television--at other people's houses. I had some mild interest--I was even able to name some of the top wrestlers of the time. This has become altogether different, where I am snatching the converter out of my hubby's hand as the clock inches forward to eight o'clock to see the best of testosterone fueled rage being pummeled out of various opponents.</div>
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It all started innocently enough. My poor hubby has all but given up getting me into hockey. Canadian men and their hockey addiction cannot be easily dismissed, but for me, watching men skate around chasing a puck never peaked my interest. In fact, I couldn't name one single sport I cared about. Even the Olympics produced a yawn out of me, which is damn unpatriotic of me I know. </div>
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It started as a bit of a joke, when my husband started flicking on WWE a few months ago. "Look, there's your countryman. I bet you like him." The countryman, was in fact an Irish man sharing my heritage, who I learned held the current WWE Heavy Weight title. With flaming red hair and blue eyes, this big brute of a man had a complexion so pale his hard sculpted muscles could have been carved in marble. Unusual looking, yes. Even striking. I nodded vaguely at the tv screen. </div>
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This teasing continued as the weeks went on, with my husband watching and joking about my 'crush' that he had designated me with. I found myself staring at this man, who I learned was called Sheamus and billed as the Celtic Warrior, and starting to notice his thighs are like massive tree trunks. In fact, his muscular body is so proportional it's like Michaelangelo designed him. He obliterates his opponents with sheer brutality and fierce strength. God, is that sexy. However politically incorrect it could be considered, seeing a man who could protect you is a deep seated primal need that no woman should have to explain. Seeing his chest heaving with exertion, his body coated with sweat as he wins yet another match, puts my heart all aflutter. I mean, this is the call of my Celtic ancestors stirring my blood I am sure. How can I be expected to fight it? Add these soap opera inspired WWE stories, and I am suddenly hooked.</div>
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But suddenly my husband isn't laughing anymore. Seeing my eyes riveted to a pro-athlete is no longer funny to him. He glowers as he tells me he will challenge Sheamus to a fight over me, even if he loses. I look over at my husband, admiring his own broad shoulders. Sure my husband doesn't fight for a living, but there is no one with more testosterone than he--especially if I was threatened. This is the man who chased a man down who disrepected me, and swore to him he 'would break every bone in his body' if he did it again.</div>
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Chloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-25446863847010456862012-06-15T00:00:00.000-04:002012-06-15T00:00:05.568-04:00Secret Cravings Publishing here I come!I was just whinging away recently about not writing for a long protracted time due to juggling school and work (and exhaustion!) until finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel...or in this case, the light at the end of my English degree...and being able to pick up my various projects at last.<br />
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After a frenzy of writing and polishing, I got a few projects finished and sent out, and I am utterly delighted to be joining the Secret Cravings Publishing family. I have two stories contracted out, Donovan's Blues, and Irish Magic, that will be available in the near future.<br />
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In the meantime, if you want to check them out, here is the link to <a href="http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/">Secret Cravings Publishing</a>. As for me, I am still busy writing away, and waiting excitedly for these upcoming releases...!<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, 'DejaVu Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 24px;">White runs from her prison of a past and enters into a sexual deal with seven men that alters the course of her life for eternity. Caught between her need to take control and making up for her serious lack of good sex, she enters a wonderland of kinky possibilities with men who show her Prince Charming’s come in all shapes and sizes. For White and her men—once upon a time doesn’t cut it—three or four times sound just about right.</span><br />
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By now everyone knows how hot fairytale reboots are, particularly Snow White, with not one but two movie versions out this year alone. And who could forget those two prime time t.v. shows: Grimm, and Once Upon at Time? </div>
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<a href="http://www.ehwriting.com/">Elise Hepner</a> was well ahead of the curve with her work, <a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9740-not-so-pure.aspx">Not So Pure</a>, published by the decadent <a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/default.aspx">Ellora's Cave</a>. This fairytale reboot is a fun frolic through the Dark Forest, and a sexy personal journey of one woman's growth and perseverance. Hepner's character of Snow White is a bit damaged by her time with her evil stepmother, but she is a strong survivor who is able to use her desire for lust to help heal her wounded psyche and learn to trust and love. Steaming sex is the salve that saves her, and with seven seductive dwarves, there is plenty of satisfaction.</div>
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Hepner spins a compelling yarn that appeals to anyone that likes a strong and believable heroine, and likes their white hot heroes in multiples!<br />
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I give <a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9740-not-so-pure.aspx">'Not so Pure'</a> 4 out of five stars.<br />
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Exhausted, and having the worse writer's block of my life, I finally decided it was break time.<br />
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But I am finally emerging from my self imposed isolation from the wintery world of writing wasteland.<br />
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So, you're all dying to know, what's the status on my English Degree? I am done as of a month ago, yippeee!<br />
Finally, time for me again. Which means writing.<br />
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As I attempted to log back into accounts I was literally locked out of, I was greeted with 27,000+ emails. Were these from people all clamouring to get in touch with me, eager for more writing?<br />
No!<br />
Mostly, I had hundreds upon hundreds of forum digests from all the lovely yahoo groups I am apart of.<br />
As I dust off my correspondence, I am happy to report I also dusted off works in progress, and have two stories out for consideration.<br />
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I will be playing catch up for the next little while, but for your enjoyment, I am including some eye candy-<br />
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Oh my ginger love Owen Hunt from Grey's Anatomy (great season finale, by the way...) ENJOY!<br />
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<br />Chloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-30431269247585149332010-09-10T00:01:00.003-04:002010-09-10T15:11:09.191-04:00Fall Blog Tour<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9pav2gqX5zjbMMSFWLI3lEwrqvz5WMs2SeyJNYy8wEisIWElXKagMHMcZCBu7HXK7QALeLTiLp8i_AmJD2u7nDkYsFgq_R5LKCRxDBV_UahiklQXLPaq3NiIkwFliQMUSTGhKVVb3trQ/s1600/RWBBbanner-passionmed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="110" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9pav2gqX5zjbMMSFWLI3lEwrqvz5WMs2SeyJNYy8wEisIWElXKagMHMcZCBu7HXK7QALeLTiLp8i_AmJD2u7nDkYsFgq_R5LKCRxDBV_UahiklQXLPaq3NiIkwFliQMUSTGhKVVb3trQ/s400/RWBBbanner-passionmed.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> Yup, it's that time again!<br />
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I am the last stop on the Fall Blog Tour, you should be coming from our lovely vixen <a href="http://www.valeriemann.com/">Valerie Mann</a>'s page. <br />
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A slight crisp in the air, making us want to borrow into a nice, strong set of manly arms to keep that gentle bite of cold out.<br />
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Or, how about a few sets of manly arms? We are giving books away as exciting prizes to keep out that chill.<br />
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<b>"Winner's Choice" </b>is an exciting option.Maybe you dream of being a member of the <b>Mile High Club</b>? Or is a hot western man, or a vampire your type; one you are <b>Bound by Rebellion </b>to <b>Breed True</b> to? Should we <b>Double Dare</b> you to this <b>Flesh for Fantasy</b>? I am sure it stirs a <b>Blood Fever</b> to picture being in romantic <b>Crape Myrtle</b>. You won't be a <b>Lonely Soul</b> if you are <b>Holding on to Heaven! </b><br />
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(I am so glad I cannot hear the groans about my word play from my computer, lol) My point is, we have books to give away for each genre and taste to keep you truly satisfied this Autumn.<br />
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<b>Be sure to comment on every blog to be entered to win. Here's a list of the blogs in order, plus the books up for grabs.</b><br />
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<a href="http://www.christapaige.com/">Christa Paige</a><br />
Bound By Rebellion<br />
<a href="http://ketaskeep.blogspot.com/">Keta Diablo</a><br />
Holding On To Heaven<br />
<a href="http://www.gemsivad.com/blog/">Gem Sivad</a><br />
Breed True<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://maryquast.blogspot.com/">Mary Quast</a><br />
Lonely Soul<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20rel=" nofollow="" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://dawneprochilo.blogspot.com/">Dawne Prochilo</a><br />
Crape Myrtle<br />
<a href="http://jeannestjames.blogspot.com/">Jeanne St James</a><br />
Double Dare<br />
<a href="http://kougarkisses.blogspot.com/">Savanna Kougar</a><br />
Winners Choice of Savanna's backlist<br />
<a href="http://www.sarabrookes.net/">Sara Brookes</a><br />
Blood Fever: Rebirth Book 2<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.valeriemann.com/">Valerie Mann</a><br />
Mile High Club and a $5 Amazon gift card <br />
<a href="http://chloewaits.blogspot.com/">Chloe Waits</a><br />
Flesh For FantasyChloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-79709529019078697862010-06-18T00:00:00.002-04:002010-06-18T09:19:33.110-04:00Hot and Steamy Days and NightsWelcome!<br />
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You should have just visited the inimitable <b><a href="http://jeannestjames.blogspot.com/">Jeanne St James</a> </b>if you've landed here.<br />
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Thinking of <b>Hot and Steamy Days and Nights</b>, I was working on a little scene inspired by it----<br />
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<i>Trina's day couldn't have gotten worse if she tried. Standing in the window in her skivvies for the neighborhood busybodies to see was the height of embarrassment. That circumstance immobilized her in this ignoble position made it even worse. Sweat trickled between her breasts, making the thin material of her undershirt adhere to her moist flesh, as her wrist smarted unbearably.<br />
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At 100 degrees, Trina couldn’t stand being fully clothed in her apartment. Her air conditioner had picked a hell of a time to stop working. And she had picked a hell of a time to start fiddling with the old window in the living room half sealed with paint, hoping for a scant breeze to flutter through. Yanking the stiff pane, she’d been so excited as the offending item finally gave way, which quickly turned to panic as it started crashing down. On her wrist. <br />
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She flexed it gingerly. Nothing appeared to be broken at least.<br />
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She’d been signaling to the elderly gentleman across the street her distress, until his furious wife closed their drapes. Her scandalized neighbors probably believed she stood there to give a free show. In truth, Trina stood utterly trapped and helpless.<br />
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SO....ripe with many possibilities, should Trina be rescued by :<br />
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B. A Sexy Alien on a mission here to save his dying race?<br />
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C. Her Hot Ex who lives next door?<br />
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D. A Bad Ass cop?<br />
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Please let me know how you would like this scene finished!<br />
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Don't forget, you need to leave a comment on EVERY blog for a chance to win... Enjoy the tour and have a GREAT summer! <b> </b> Chloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-42836502975935850062010-06-15T14:46:00.004-04:002010-06-15T14:51:27.849-04:00Guest Author Kayelle Allen Interview and new release<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CDALETH%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Content" id="ProductDetail11_DigitalProductDetail1_lblDescription">When Kin Ambassador Mehfawni Ruh visits the capitol planet of the Tarthian Empire, she meets the human Khyff Antonello, a master of pleasure who satisfies her every craving for illicit and taboo sex. She expected a fling, but found love.<br />
Upon discovering her own people devastated his family, she longs to restore all they destroyed, but some tragedies can never be reversed. Her family demands she cast out the human, for if she keeps Khyff, she must deny her heritage and abdicate her future as ruler of her world. Mehfawni searches for an alternative, and stumbles upon Khyff’s darkest secret. Now, she must determine whether his fragile trust is the response of love and a healing heart or a ruse for revenge.</span></div><span class="fsx05" style="color: white; font-family: Arial;"><b> </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Guest Author Interview with Kayelle Allen <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br />
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</div><ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal">Can you tell me what genres you write in, and what inspired you to write?</li>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;">I’ve had the writing bug since I was a kid. My mother loved to paint and write, and she was always doing crossword puzzles. I’m sure I drove her crazy with questions about words. Once time I asked her “What’s a four letter word ending in K that means intercourse?” When she gave me her huge, wide-eyed shocked-mother stare, I grinned and said, “Talk.” LOL</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;">I write Science Fiction Romance, Fantasy, and Contemporary. Within those genres I have written erotica, erotic romance, and glbt.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><br />
</div><ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal">Can you tell me something your readers may not know about you, something that they would be surprised to learn? Maybe a secret skill or fact?</li>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;">I grew up all over the <st1:country-region><st1:place>US</st1:place></st1:country-region> and in one year, attended five different schools. My parents were vagabonds at heart. In the past twenty years, I have changed addresses three times. Once, when the city renumbered streets and we hadn’t moved at all, and the other to move into the house where we lived for twelve years. Last year, hubby went back to college and to save money, we moved in with friends. We’re six months in and so far, we’re all still friends. One year to go...</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><br />
</div><ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal">What was the inspiration for your most recent, or favorite hero in your writing?</li>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;">I have an uber alpha who’s rich enough to buy a planet. Luc Saint-Cyr is dominating, while at the same time has a tortured past and is isolated by circumstance. When I need inspiration or to get into the flow of how he looks, carries himself, or sounds, I watch something with actor Dennis Haysbert in it. He’s currently the Allstate spokesperson. “Are you in good hands?” *melt* I love his voice, and he could portray Luc in film with no difficulty.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><br />
</div><ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal">What’s his best feature or characteristic? Why would readers love him too?</li>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;">Luc’s inner strength and the nobility of spirit are two of his best assets. The fact that he’s 6’5”, built like a tank and yet is capable of tenderness with his lover endears him to readers. He was first introduced in At the Mercy of Her Pleasure and was the bad guy … no, good guy … er, bad guy… Let’s say every time you saw him you would be sure he was the villain, and then the next scene he would redeem himself, only to completely tick you off in the next one. Readers emailed me wanting to know when his story was coming. I hadn’t planned one at first, but he intrigued me, too. LOL Eventually, I worked out a backstory and as I did, a lot of details popped up.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;">I think readers like him because part of them knows he’s dangerous, but the other part wants to pet the wild animal and make it happy. He’s known as the Harbinger, and when he can’t hear them, some call him simply “the <st1:state><st1:place>Man.</st1:place></st1:state>” Because he was once the head of the Thieves’ Guild, those in the underworld of crime won’t say his name at all. Why? One, he protects them, and two, he scares the dickens out of them. He’s legendary. In the book At the Mercy of Her Pleasure, Luc’s adopted son is mugged, and because the young man is half human, the cops refuse to call for help at first. Later in the story, when asked if anything is being done about the cops and their dereliction of duty, Luc responds that it’s too late for that. They’d been shot and killed only an hour before. He says it was “In the line of duty, so they tell me.” The one who asked is thinking, “I’ll just bet.” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><br />
</div><ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal">Who does your hero resemble most, if he was a movie star or someone we know, and how is most likely to be dressed in your book?</li>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;">As above, Dennis Haysbert. Luc wears formal business attire or evening wear. He’s quite comfortable in a tux, and manages to look fabulous even in jeans. Put him all in black, with his dark chocolate skin, and his usual solid black contacts that cover his entire eye, and Luc is six feet five inches of solid predator.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><br />
</div><ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal">What would be his approach to a woman? Like a pick up line or move to seduce her?</li>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;">The suave and sophisticated Luc needs no pick up lines. Women (and men) made themselves available without his having to ask. Luc enjoyed both genders, but preferred Kin males. However, in his new series, Surrender (Love, Trust, and Will), he meets his forever love, the Kin Izzorah Ceeow, and the days of being a bachelor are over. Luc wants no one else. Izzorah is nicknamed Rah, which means passion in Luc’s native language. When they meet, Luc trips over his own tongue and stammers like a teenaged boy on a first date. It’s an endearing and sweet scene.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><br />
</div><ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal">Can you describe a little bit for us a hot love scene you’ve written? Or one you’ve read recently?</li>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;">How about an excerpt? This is from <b>At the Mercy of Her Pleasure</b>, available at <st1:place><st1:city>Loose</st1:city> <st1:state>Id.</st1:state></st1:place></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;">Setting up the scene: NarrAy Jorlan has hired professional thief Senth Antonello to steal back an heirloom confiscated by the despotic empress. In itself, the item has only sentimental value, but in it, NarrAy's parents hid a code to finishing the secret technology they were developing before they were murdered. After meeting Senth in person, NarrAy returns to her ship. But she can't get the thief's image out of her head…<br />
--------------</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0.5in;">All People's Liberation Army Ship <i>Jalane<br />
</i>Officers' Quarters<br />
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NarrAy brought Senth's image to mind, picturing him as he'd looked at the Ghost, minus his overbearing master and the audience of her aides.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0.5in;">"Mmm, hell-loh, Senth." Naked before him, she slid one hand up the front of his shirt. "Can I interest you in a sugar-cookie snack?"</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0.5in;">He leaned forward, bending down to kiss her, his dark, curly hair a cloak around them. The hesitant brush of his lips against hers made her press up against him, capturing his kiss.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0.5in;">She pulled back enough to speak. "Hold me. Please, Senth, hold me. No one ever touches me. I'm so alone."</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0.5in;">Senth drew her fully into his arms and embraced her, fitting the entire length of his body against hers. "I'll touch you anywhere you want, NarrAy. Everywhere you want." He slid his fingers through her hair, his smile revealing fangs. "Let me kiss you again."</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0.5in;">NarrAy gripped his jacket with both hands and drew him down.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0.5in;">The wet heat of his mouth against hers brought a crest of pheromones.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0.5in;">Senth slid one hand down her body, cupped one of her breasts, and then bent to suckle her. His rough, catlike tongue against her sensitive skin triggered a line of heat straight to her core. Moisture seeped onto her thighs.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0.5in;">Senth inhaled. "Mmm. You smell so good." He slid his hand down the front of her body and pressed his palm against her outer lips. He slipped one finger between them. "You're wet." He lifted his hand to inhale her fragrance, then licked his finger. "Sweet." He went to his knees before her, his pale blue gaze lifting to hers. "May I taste you?"</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0.5in;">She shook her head no, but her mouth said "yes." She leaned back against the wall of her cabin and widened her legs. "Please." NarrAy caressed his face. "Senth, I want your touch."</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;">Antonello Brothers 1: At the Mercy of Her Pleasure (a Tarthian Empire Book)<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;">Available at Loose Id <st1:date day="23" month="3" year="2010">3/23/10</st1:date> <a href="http://loose-id.com/" target="_blank">http://loose-id.com</a><br />
Format: ebook in multiple formats<br />
Genre: Erotic Science Fiction Romance, Action Adventure<br />
Heat level: R=explicit sex<br />
Warnings: explicit content, kidnapping and rescue, violence, reference to former abuse and male rape, pheromone-induced seduction<br />
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</div><ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal">What are you working on now, and where can readers find you on the web?</li>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;">Currently, I’m working on sequels to two different books. The first is Surrender Will, sequel to Surrender Love, and Surrender Trust. The other is Antonello Brothers 3: When I Breathe. Both are Tarthian Empire books.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>The world is ending in an hour, what do you do, and who do you do it with?</i><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>KA: Ending for good, that’s it, finis, finale, end of everything? Well, dang. It wouldn’t matter what I did, really, except to be with my family. I’d want to tell them I love them one more time.<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>If you were a cheese, what flavor would you be, and why?</i><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>KA: Asiago. It’s sharp, good with a lot of things, and once you’ve tasted it, you don’t forget it.<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Five things you can take to a desert island, what would they be?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>KA: Husband, ebook reader full of books, healthy food, water, and a way off the island.<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Finish this sentence: Love is like….</i><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>KA: Love is like a waterfall. Sometimes there is so much you are overwhelmed, and then in dry seasons, there is barely a trickle. But it is a waterfall, and in season, the water will be back. Don’t go wandering off. Wait for it.<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Finish this sentence: my stories are like….</i><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>KA: My stories are like rich dark chocolate. If you don’t like dark chocolate, then they aren’t for you. But if you like it, you’ll find these books delicious.<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Favorite action figure or action hero and why?</i><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>KA: Jack Bauer from 24. He will do anything it takes, including break the law if he has to, in order to serve the greater good. He’s scary, but I would trust him to do what he says.<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Mata Hari or Mother Teresa?</i><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>KA: I would like to come across as Mother Teresa, but be Mata Hari. Kind of Mata’s style, huh?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>These were fun questions, Chloe!</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b></b></div><br />
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</div>Chloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-61744781909499172662010-05-18T19:25:00.003-04:002010-05-18T19:29:53.190-04:00Russell Crowe- Call him Bad Boy, but Don't Call him Irish!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Q4VVtfYM2lnke7rHCM4luJUytCl0PwHH-bxWSLTZ30XjOfHZsQpEE68i43wTOnFu_6qym24fFVko1Dp-mhMITB-9xyzDF8p46ogLZ1Vlo4g1jO_Gcp_TTSRK6IEc6NgWm1mxgrqLw1s/s1600/russell-crowe1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFezxLIOqH2PrC2zyG28tt1WD-agabxhfuQfnUswIdKB5NYEWoP7ZBAfId5fH7e3XT3tdwsyxUzCDPpe7UH5fgStd7shBfan3e-kRt2qSmBVFKBobuoCkSwliohbBsux0DYRlOJPOXKBI/s1600/robin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFezxLIOqH2PrC2zyG28tt1WD-agabxhfuQfnUswIdKB5NYEWoP7ZBAfId5fH7e3XT3tdwsyxUzCDPpe7UH5fgStd7shBfan3e-kRt2qSmBVFKBobuoCkSwliohbBsux0DYRlOJPOXKBI/s320/robin.jpg" width="216" /></a></div>First of, yes, I have seen Robin Hood, and enjoyed it. Russell Crowe's latest film efforts is a crowd pleaser. He and Cate Blanchett light up the screen with their understated chemistry, and there are arrows flyin' galore.<br />
I was thinking about the casting of Russell Crowe as the legendary hero, and this mischief maker is perfect! <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9fAlMrcejj45Fs4zy41VNGD_TZcbSO96VdGfNrilJY_GBuZ6pBcKrgh36E3pDNtVhasTeZ99JE0YmcIl4QwOVMTkZrt7L5tE5NrTEB5r09L_uZhUl3DMbO2_o3QJw_kmE4X2Ryre1RxY/s1600/russell-crowe-robin-hood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9fAlMrcejj45Fs4zy41VNGD_TZcbSO96VdGfNrilJY_GBuZ6pBcKrgh36E3pDNtVhasTeZ99JE0YmcIl4QwOVMTkZrt7L5tE5NrTEB5r09L_uZhUl3DMbO2_o3QJw_kmE4X2Ryre1RxY/s320/russell-crowe-robin-hood.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Be careful who you point that arrow at!</div><br />
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Russell Crowe is THE Hollywood Bad Boy.<br />
Case in point?<br />
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I read with much amusement about a recent radio interview when Russell got a mite steamed at being told his accent for the movie sounded 'a bit Irish'.<br />
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I believe his response was <b>“You’ve seriously got dead ears if you think that’s an Irish accent.”<br />
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and later: <br />
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<b>“I’m a little dumbfounded that you could possibly find any Irish in that character – that’s kind of ridiculous, but it’s your show.”</b><br />
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and finally refusing to answer any more questions he said some colorful things under his breath and walked out of the interview:<br />
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<b>#$%&%!!#$%</b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdNFgIXOaM8zcLe1-2Sr3Aki7W8zluM4DjP-cB8qIbwe_l7Jbp7mNUrd_xxX4eu9KvgodBcUK_YZQpBp2FpfxbFqRVFmXi5v-LsYXPn9ns5gPV8tcfwpQRbrM6r5mfyxHkSI6vkGKmXKw/s1600/russell-crowe1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdNFgIXOaM8zcLe1-2Sr3Aki7W8zluM4DjP-cB8qIbwe_l7Jbp7mNUrd_xxX4eu9KvgodBcUK_YZQpBp2FpfxbFqRVFmXi5v-LsYXPn9ns5gPV8tcfwpQRbrM6r5mfyxHkSI6vkGKmXKw/s320/russell-crowe1.jpg" /></a><b> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> Kicking Ass and Taking Names!</b></div><br />
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Ah, Russell Crowe has lost none of his edge! He was arrested for throwing a phone at a Mercer Hotel employee because he was enraged he could not get his call out to Australia in 2005. (They later settled out of court). A new book is coming out discussing his various misdeeds and misbehavin'. But would you really want Russell any other way? Unlike the pithy soudbites and 'take my photo on my right side' image conscious stars, this man just doesn't give a sh*t! Hypermasculine, alpha, menacing and intense, Russell Crowe is going to be exactly who he is at all times.<br />
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....and it ain't Irish!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> Chloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-38068197355143047462010-05-07T21:27:00.002-04:002010-05-07T21:27:20.468-04:00Opinions...everyone has oneIn doing this blog today I am thinking of reviews and opinions about authors, because they are so diverse. One person's Tolstoy is another person's tabloid. <br />
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I was in class when I heard fellow students ripping Stephanie Meyers to shreds, stating she was "a bad writer."<br />
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I was cringing away in the corner. I am a good ten-fifteen years older than these people, and I am reading her YA (young Adult) work because I have fallen in love with the story of Edward and Bella. And I completely disagree!<br />
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Stephanie Meyers has created memorable characters, an awesome conflict, and <br />
a deep emotional connection and chemistry between the characters. <br />
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But guess what? That's just my opinion. For every person who loves her to death-and we know there are many-there are others that hate her work.<br />
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It's purely subjective. In fact, writing is a subjective field. Some will love an author's work, and some will hate it. No matter who the author is, and how talented and widely acclaimed. I am often astounded to see pans by critics for books I've loved, and books I hold dear.<br />
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Are these people crazy? Um, not surprisingly, I have my opinion on that...! <br />
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As hard as it is for fans, it is even harder for the authors themselves. <br />
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It can be very painful as an author, yet rejection and critical opinions are part of this life. And they can be mysterious, undeserved and downright bizarre. <br />
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That aside, criticism, can also teach us something. Are there comments that keep coming up? What can you learn from them? Certainly self reflection should be a part of different opinions we receive. Criticism, when constructive, can be a very valuable tool. They help us grow.<br />
(Note I say constructive. I am not talking about a hatchet job done by someone with an ax to grind. Don't give these opinions another thought! Lock them away in the darkest corner of your memory!)<br />
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The thing with opinions, is no one will ever agree on everything. We can't please everyone, in life, and in work. And in writing.<br />
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So of all the opinions, trust your own. <br />
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Right Stephanie?Chloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-84774134524413986602010-04-02T00:01:00.008-04:002010-04-02T00:08:14.886-04:00Bunny Hop Blog Tour -Easter hottie<div style="text-align: center;">Okay Ladies, now that you've finished fanning yourself after visiting Elise Hepner's blogspot, at my bunny hop I have perhaps a surprise, but one I think will delight you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhMFLDDMDGUt1PlMlbh1TTRzignz5NQoMZc3jjZjJf_tGecFcOfq_WVpTB0O7-5xEyIb7jM6I5Vbjvp1x5gt6y1qifAOoFB8ZoZ_xMnLMSiL6D5in0_pOkK2HdOFcb64hAlLw_ZAUG-Pk/s1600-h/stephen+lang1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhMFLDDMDGUt1PlMlbh1TTRzignz5NQoMZc3jjZjJf_tGecFcOfq_WVpTB0O7-5xEyIb7jM6I5Vbjvp1x5gt6y1qifAOoFB8ZoZ_xMnLMSiL6D5in0_pOkK2HdOFcb64hAlLw_ZAUG-Pk/s320/stephen+lang1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">Take a look at my Sexy Silver haired Sex Symbol. Sure this baby's seen some miles but he is built to last! Vroom Vroom! </div>This little bunny here would love to be caught by this sly Silver Fox! Have you seen Avatar? This is the very talented actor, Stephen Lang, who plays bad boy Colonel Quaritch. His acting credits span the incredible width of his biceps! He is a stage actor of great acclaim with a long and varied acting career in television and film as well<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEWYNfswvFwV4xL1WuQi7BjjOPsQGLtPlTFhSngYB94Wt8xsiOhboIMhfPskCdFb2Wsav4iK2Nf7uQIQ8v3FPPNTx1WlkFoEQTSnB8YA-6wAmK0rijYr6y6SZhpLIfPWZQu4i5CdIbbik/s1600-h/beyondgloryprod202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEWYNfswvFwV4xL1WuQi7BjjOPsQGLtPlTFhSngYB94Wt8xsiOhboIMhfPskCdFb2Wsav4iK2Nf7uQIQ8v3FPPNTx1WlkFoEQTSnB8YA-6wAmK0rijYr6y6SZhpLIfPWZQu4i5CdIbbik/s320/beyondgloryprod202.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is from his play "Beyond Glory" and Chloe is beyond salivating. He is Clint Eastwood sexy. How about holding me, rather than that cigar, Stephen?</div><br />
Sure, he's talented, but here, I am celebrating his other, ah, attributes. Stephen first came to my attention appearing in an old 1996 HBO series called <i>Strangers</i>. A rather racy series along the lines of Red Shoe Diaries, Stephen appeared in an episode, "<i>Ceremony,</i>" playing a character called Theo. His lover makes him strip down in a mirror. Well, I truly saw Stephen's acting chops and everything else that day... the total length of his talent. God I love HBO. And full frontal male nudity.<br />
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Anyway, here he is back on my radar many years later.<br />
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This man is fifty-seven years old and incredibly smoking hot. What is it about that hot military alpha look?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE4nuVKjhiOczUjovj0E_oywnE0pCHr4h_RK9kaXZV2DPsP6B0m0BCHEoLE_dihywFd9dh40rQ5YnxLCCUCvM-oz-nPw1bKV0rVTbiUQPcKPUwnK0rcdmf2XTGh2oGUylmQIjWrzcTgCM/s1600-h/stephen_lang2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE4nuVKjhiOczUjovj0E_oywnE0pCHr4h_RK9kaXZV2DPsP6B0m0BCHEoLE_dihywFd9dh40rQ5YnxLCCUCvM-oz-nPw1bKV0rVTbiUQPcKPUwnK0rcdmf2XTGh2oGUylmQIjWrzcTgCM/s320/stephen_lang2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">In Avatar: showing scars are sexy and packing heat! And Chloe knows first hand how much </div><br />
I wish they'd bring the<i> Strangers</i> series back, there was some great artistic merit in it. I can't find even find it to rent or buy, so you do, drop me a line. I'd love to see it, I mean him, again. He is an egg-emplary hottie of the first class!<br />
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If that got your heart pumping so will the <b>next stop</b> on our hop-a-long trail: </div><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CDALETH%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style>
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 45pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> Becca Simone- </span><a href="http://www.wilderroses.blogspot.com/">www.wilderroses.blogspot.com</a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 45pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 45pt; text-align: center;">Thanks for visiting! ;) <span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Chloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-2250051282241238122010-03-25T00:01:00.002-04:002010-03-25T14:04:22.528-04:00Guest Tierney O'Malley ~ Crazy Questions and New Release!<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CDALETH%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style>
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</style><b>I am very excited that author Tierney O'Malley has stopped by my blog today to celebrate her new release, Passionate Bid! She is treating us to an excerpt, and also agreed to answer a few questions for us:<i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="color: red;">Chloe’s Crazy Questions</i><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Not content to just deliver what you may already know about these writers I have on here, I delve in DEEP to their inner most psyche and massage it, until I get a psychological profile Criminal Minds would be proud of….!</i><o:p> </o:p><i><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>The world is ending in an hour, what do you do, and who do you do it with?</i><o:p> </o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><b><i>TO'M:</i> I will definitely grab my laptop, open my book covers folder then stare at the gorgeous models. Okay, seriously now. I’ll spend my last hour with my children and husband. Maybe look at our past, present, and the things that we can do in the future if the world is not ending. I will tell them how our memories and dreams have kept me stronger every day. <o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>If you were a cheese, what flavor would you be, and why?</i><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"></meta><style>
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</style><b><i style="color: blue;">TO'M:</i><span style="color: blue;"> I want to say cheddar because it is my favorite. In fact, it’s the only kind of cheese that I like to eat. But my husband prefers Swiss cheese. So I’ll say swiss. </span><o:p></o:p></b> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Five things you can take to a desert island, what would they be?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p></o:p></b><b style="color: blue;"><i>TO'M: </i></b><b><span style="color: blue;">Hmm…my husband is not a thing. So, I can’t add him, right? All right. Five things—a dozen pencils (sharpened), notebooks, one liter of water, a dozen apples, and a picture of my husband and kids.</span><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Finish this sentence: Love is like</b><b>….</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><b><i>TO'M: </i></b><b>a plant. You have to nurture it to grow, to bloom. If neglected. It’ll wilt and eventually die. <o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Finish this sentence: My stories are like….</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="color: blue;"><i>TO'M: </i></b><b><span style="color: blue;">sunshine on a cloudy. It gives you warmth and a happy feeling. ;)</span><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Favorite action figure or action hero and why? </b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="color: blue;"><i>TO'M: </i></b><b><span style="color: blue;">Wolverine. Man, he’s got the abs and the claws. Can’t beat those. :D</span><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Mata Hari or Mother Teresa? </b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="color: blue;"><i>TO'M: </i></b><b><span style="color: blue;">Hmm…Mata Hari was one beautiful dancer. Mother Teresa was beautiful inside and out. Was it proven that Mata Hari indeed worked as a spy? She was executed. Mother Teresa received a Nobel Peace Price. Okay, I’ll pick Mother Teresa.</span><o:p> </o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tierney O'Malley's New Release <i>Passionate Bid</i> Out today.</b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSFHnjlRcX_BVFOqu_bLTZ-0FZq-lQNxCNf3EV5Vrkt4btDS4tA5HgK6qjNLB1-X2J-JKYZr6jflKbEDftjawuLCBEMWnKohJwT3FuKjEG_v_36MMOTWnslY9TXW_IKPWgkwNh-ZnnI6A/s1600/passionatebid-200x300-300dpi+%282%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSFHnjlRcX_BVFOqu_bLTZ-0FZq-lQNxCNf3EV5Vrkt4btDS4tA5HgK6qjNLB1-X2J-JKYZr6jflKbEDftjawuLCBEMWnKohJwT3FuKjEG_v_36MMOTWnslY9TXW_IKPWgkwNh-ZnnI6A/s400/passionatebid-200x300-300dpi+%282%29.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Blurb for Passionate Bid</b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The destiny of a man</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 30px;">Drop dead gorgeous veterinarian, Julian Ravenwood, has made a mistake--slept with a young virgin, Joanie Saint Claire. Forced to do the right thing, he marries her then leaves while she's still in her wedding gown.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The fate of a young woman</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 30px;">Joanie finds herself facing an altered life after her one night with Julian. She's left alone with a little bug who means the world to her.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The spirit of an abandoned wife</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 30px;">An opportunity to solve Joanie's problems comes when Julian shows up to serve her. She agrees to sign the divorce papers on one condition--he pay her one hundred thousand dollars. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The unexpected love</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 30px;">Julian can't believe it. His scrawny bride has grown into a seductive, attractive, and feisty woman he can't stop lusting after. And she has kept a secret that rocks his world. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 30px;"><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CDALETH%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style>
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</style> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">Excerpt for Passionate Bid:</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">It was hard to explain how signing the divorce papers turned into a wonderful picnic in the woods. But whatever it was that changed things between her and Julian would end soon. What came easy would disappear in a hurry. This was momentary. Julian and she were fused together by years of regret and guilt and perhaps pity. And Sam. She should put an end to all of this. Nothing good would come out by letting Julian get too close to her. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">The floorboard squeaked behind her. She didn’t turn around. She knew it was Julian. Like in the past, she always knew when he was around, even when he thought she didn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">“The pancake is out.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and flattened his hands on her belly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">Joanie was aware of Julian’s erection pressed intimately just above the rise of her butt. Desire quickly consumed her as he pressed hard against her. Dear God, why? After all these years, the pain and tears, she still wanted him. All of him. “She had a great time.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">“Did you have a great time?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">It was the best time of her life. One that she wouldn’t forget. “Yes. Thank you for suggesting a picnic.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">“We could do it again tomorrow and the next day. We’ll do it every day while I am here.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="line-height: 200%;">While you’re here</span></i><span style="line-height: 200%;">. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">Julian’s hand tightened around her waist as he began to nuzzle her neck. “I love your smell.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">“Julian, why are you doing this?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">“I don’t know. All I know is I want you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">God, she wanted to hear him say those words for years. This—with Julian—was a dream coming true. She should be happy. But what she felt right now was the opposite. “I think we need to stop this.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">“I think we should continue.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">“I’m not sure if this is wise.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">“I don’t see anything wrong with us like this. You’re my wife and I want you Joanie, badly.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">And as God as her witness, she wanted him, too. 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His mouth was hot against her skin. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">Julian was breathing hard. She could feel the quick rise and fall of his chest against her back. With her good sense screaming no, she tilted her neck to the side, giving him more access to the column of her neck. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">Julian removed his robe and let it drop on the floor. From behind, Julian slowly moved his hands around her to cover both of her heavy breasts. Then he started kneading them with pressure, sending delicious feelings cascading down to her warm pussy and all the way to the very tips of her toes. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">“I want to touch you.” She tried to turn around but Julian stopped her. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">“In time. Close your eyes, Joanie.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">“This is wicked.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">“Yes. 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</o:p></span></div>Chloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-77013011600351921472010-03-21T00:01:00.018-04:002010-03-24T17:45:53.115-04:00Guest Jeanne St James -"Banged Up Excerpt"!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpE6celLbuTfLEYWpgryczr2nkWCQNcqu-EosCOCsYHyh_M294ugVmVo6FZqDXKe_x8ACKcDIbS5G_-Q-JXnaGko9b32M4PwzMaoPhp-mtKFUAqgYNTAioQu82Srolr6YdJ1aynLFCdog/s1600-h/bangedup1-200x300+%282%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpE6celLbuTfLEYWpgryczr2nkWCQNcqu-EosCOCsYHyh_M294ugVmVo6FZqDXKe_x8ACKcDIbS5G_-Q-JXnaGko9b32M4PwzMaoPhp-mtKFUAqgYNTAioQu82Srolr6YdJ1aynLFCdog/s320/bangedup1-200x300+%282%29.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Guest Jeanne St James shares a hot teaser</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>from her book, Banged Up, today!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><b>Blurb for Banged Up</b></i></div></div>Mace Walker can’t wait to get home. <br />
Being buried deep undercover for the past two years, on the most complex case of his career, has torn him down physically and mentally. Now the FBI agent has come home to recover after having his leg badly injured from a gunshot wound. Arriving home late one night, his relief is short-lived as he’s faced with a stranger pointing a gun to his head, acting like he is the one who doesn’t belong there! <br />
Colby Parks, a biochemist at the local university, had come to town a year earlier to escape an abusive relationship. She vows never to put herself in that situation again. <br />
Then the perfect opportunity comes along: house-sitting for Mace’s sister while making the house she purchased habitable. But she couldn’t anticipate this big snag: the one wearing the tight Levi’s and worn leather jacket, looking like he had just escaped prison. <br />
Being forced to share a house creates sparks between them in more ways than one. However, things take a turn when their pasts catch up to them, threatening to pull them apart forever. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Chapter One </b></div>Home. <br />
Relief flooded over Mace Walker as he twisted the key in the lock, gave the front door a shove, and stepped over the threshold. Finally home. About time. <br />
Time to heal. <br />
The foyer was dark, but he didn’t need to hit the light switch. Even being gone for as long as he had been, he still knew the house well enough. He made his way to the stairs and set down his bags. Those two small duffels didn’t hold much evidence of his life for the past couple of years. Just some toiletries and a few basic items of clothing. <br />
As he straightened, the foyer lit up, blinding him for a second. He blinked when a young voice rang out from the top of the steps. “Hold it right there! Put your arms up and back away from the stairs.” <br />
What the fuck? <br />
Mace had expected to see his sister bounding down the stairway of his two-story colonial, excited after not seeing her brother for the past two years. Actually, more like one year, eleven months and fifteen days. Not that he was counting. But instead, he stared up into the deadly eye of a Glock. And from his viewpoint it looked like a model 23, a .40 caliber. A compact but still a decent sized gun in a very small, very uneasy hand. Instantly, the hairs on the back of his neck rose. <br />
Damn. He’d dealt with crime bosses and their flunkies--from drug to porno rings--and had managed to survive. Now he was going to be killed by some measly punk he surprised while burglarizing his house? The cruel irony made him want to laugh. Instead, he did as he was instructed. With caution, he raised his hands above his head before stepping back toward the middle of the foyer. He avoided standing directly under the light, trying to get a better view of the top of the steps. But he didn’t have much success; the upstairs hallway and the upper section of the stairway were hidden in shadows. <br />
If he played his cards right, this little situation would be under his control in no time at all. He just had to keep the kid calm and make the skinny punk believe he was the one in command. From experience, Mace knew the Glock didn’t have a conventional safety. All the kid had to do was pull the trigger and pull it again and again until all the rounds in the clip emptied into Mace’s body. And from what he could see in the limited light, the kid’s fingers were twitching from nervousness. <br />
Not a good sign. <br />
Where had a young punk gotten an expensive handgun like that? It certainly hadn’t been in the house. And if it had been, it would have been locked up in the gun safe. <br />
If only he could see the boy’s face. He needed to see the eyes. Without seeing his eyes, Mace couldn’t even begin to predict what the kid would do. <br />
“Don’t you dare move or I’ll blow your face off!” The kid’s voice raised an octave, making him sound more and more like ... a girl. <br />
Tension ran through Mace’s body as the person started down the steps. At first he could see bare toes, a slim calf, then another. His gaze flicked to the gun, before returning to the shapely naked thighs which couldn’t belong to a kid--no way. Especially not a boy. Those smooth legs definitely belonged to a woman--and he couldn’t wait to see the rest of her. So far, the view almost made it worth being held at gunpoint. Almost. <br />
He was disappointed when an oversized T-shirt--shit, was that Marmaduke on it?--blocked his view of creamy flesh. His arms were tired, his leg throbbed painfully, and his patience was wearing thin. But he still wasn’t going to move, since he had no idea who this woman descending the stairs was. His curiosity piqued when she stepped down into the light, which highlighted her long, curly red hair and made her wide, green--glaring--eyes sparkle and snap. <br />
A twitch shot through his lower stomach and landed in his groin. Fear or pain didn’t make him suck in his breath. It was her unrestricted breasts bobbing under the cotton shirt with each step she took. Her nipples stood out like two beacons under the worn cotton. Jesus. <br />
He had to clear his throat twice before he could ask her, “Are you robbing this house, dressed like that?” <br />
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"Banged Up is an action packed, erotic adventure that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page. The sexual tension starts building as soon as Mace and Colby lay eyes on one another, and their relationship just gets hotter and hotter until their passion explodes. The dialog is fast paced and evocative, leading their relationship along at a fast pace. There’s humor, drama, tragedy, and some really hot sex. This book has something for everyone and will keep you guessing about the ending right up to the last page. I couldn’t put it away and I plan to read it again. I definitely give this book 5 Heats and recommend you read it as soon as possible."<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>4.5 hearts at The Romance Studio!</b></div><br />
"Ms. Jeanne St. James has written a great book full of explicit sexuality and overloaded with suspense. There was more than one problem facing these main characters and St. James has integrated the storyline into love/hate/fear in such a way that it was impossible to put down. These two people were both full of past problems which continued to invade their presents and futures. Again, the author has presented the conflicts, as well as the sexual exploitations, in a great way.<br />
There were other characters that made the story complete. They enhanced the plot and kept the story fast-paced and interesting. The actions, both sexual as well as the suspense-filled pursuits were fascinating. This book is definitely not for the faint of heart. I recommend that you read this book. You will enjoy it, I’m sure."<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>4 blue ribbons at Romance Junkies!</b></div><br />
"Jeanne St. James has written an exceptional high action drama. From page one you will be captured by BANGED UP.The dialogue is superbly written and the plot allows you to be kept on the edge of your seat. For those seeking an action packed thriller, I highly recommend to add this title to your must read list."<br />
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"Jeanne St. James writes an exciting action packed romance drawing the reader in from page one and never letting go. I was hooked from the first page of this story. I loved Colby and her fierceness and how she overcame all that was done to her and of course Mace the brooding Alpha Male was a great character to. Even with all his macho pride he still had his doubts and insecurities. The bond that formed between these two was a beautiful thing to read. Both Mace and Colby must learn to trust each other before time runs out and it is to late. Full of action and hot romance Banged Up is a page-turner that is not to be missed."<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"Banged up is an entertaining read..."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"... an enjoyable story."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks Jeanne for sharing your work with us today. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You can visit Jeanne St James:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.jeannestjames.com/">http://www.jeannestjames.com/</a></b></div><a href="http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/books/bangedup.htm"><br />
</a>Chloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-61415049619603902972010-03-14T00:01:00.006-05:002010-03-14T08:08:30.318-04:00Guest Jenika Snow Interview and Excerpt<div style="text-align: left;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.jenikasnow.com/"><b>Jenika Snow</b></a> came to my attention visiting a loop, when I was totally sucked in by her excerpt for <b>The Chosen: A Tale of the Blood Breed</b>. She's graciously agreed to be here today to be interviewed and share more of her hot release. </span><span style="font-size: small;">Thanks for being here Jenika!</span><br />
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</div><ul style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Can you tell me what genres you write in, and what inspired you to write?<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></li>
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-size: small;"><i>JS</i>: I write erotica, although I am slowly working on a YA novel. I had always liked writing, ever since I could remember. I wrote as a child, silly little stories that probably weren’t the greatest, but they kept me busy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-size: small;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-size: small;">It wasn’t until many years later that I started to really read romance novels. Christine Feehan was the very first paranormal romance author that I read, and because of her writing I became hooked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-size: small;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-size: small;">Although I read a lot, I wanted to write a story but didn’t have the guts to actually go through with it. It was actually my husband that gave me that extra little nudge in the writing direction. I really do owe it to him, because without his support and encouragement to go through with it, I wouldn’t have ever written an actual story.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.25in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;">
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<li class="MsoNormal">Can you tell me something your readers may not know about you, something that they would be surprised to learn? Maybe a secret skill or fact?</li>
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-size: small;"><i>JS:</i> I actually have OCD, which is Obsessive Compulsive Disorder for anyone who isn’t familiar with it. I first started noticing something was “different” when I was about thirteen years old. I would have to do “certain” things like wash my hands a certain number of times. I didn’t know anything was wrong with me, I just thought what I did was what everyone did.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-size: small;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-size: small;">It wasn’t until I moved during my senior year of high school that it got really bad. I then saw a documentary on TV about OCD and everything seemed to click into place for me. I knew that was what I had and so I went and spoke with someone, and was diagnosed with it when I was seventeen.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-size: small;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">I have remissions of it. I can go years without having any kind of problems, but during stressful times it will flare up. Thankfully I have been symptom free (or what is symptom free for me) for about six months now. Like I said, it comes and goes. It is a difficult disorder to have, but I have gotten through it and have supportive people in my life.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.25in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;">
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<li class="MsoNormal">What was the inspiration for your most recent, or favorite hero in your writing?</li>
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-size: small;"><i>JS</i>: Well, my most recent hero is from The Chosen: A Tale of the Blood Breed. His name is Aleksei and he is the king of a race of immortal vampires known as the Blood Breed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-size: small;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">If I wasn’t already married (let me add to the greatest man in the world…LOL) then Aleksei would have been my first choice. Not only does Aleksei have a gentle side, but he is also a warrior with immense strength and power. He is truly an alpha, and well, physically I think that speaks for itself. He is loyal to anyone that is lucky enough to call a friend. </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">Bring all of that together and you have one hell of a man.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;">
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<li class="MsoNormal">What was the inspiration for your most recent, or favorite hero in your writing?</li>
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-size: small;"><i>JS</i>: Well, my most recent hero is from The Chosen: A Tale of the Blood Breed. His name is Aleksei and he is the king of a race of immortal vampires known as the Blood Breed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-size: small;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-size: small;">If I wasn’t already married (let me add to the greatest man in the world…LOL) then Aleksei would have been my first choice. Not only does Aleksei have a gentle side, but he is also a warrior with immense strength and power. He is truly an alpha, and well, physically I think that speaks for itself. He is loyal to anyone that is lucky enough to call a friend. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-size: small;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-size: small;">Bring all of that together and you have one hell of a man.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;">
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<li class="MsoNormal">What’s his best feature or characteristic? Why would readers love him too?</li>
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;"><i style="color: blue;">JS</i><span style="color: blue;">: What wouldn’t a reader love about him…hahaha. Really though, I have to say the feature on him that is the most striking would have to be his black hair and striking blue eyes. Top that with his wicked sword tattoo on his back and you have one hell of a…package!!</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;">
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<li class="MsoNormal">Who does your hero resemble most, if he was a movie star or someone we know, and how is most likely to be dressed in your book?</li>
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;"><i style="color: blue;">JS: </i><span style="color: blue;">I would have to say when I created Aleksei I had Jonathan Rhys Meyers (from Showtime’s </span><i style="color: blue;">The Tudors</i><span style="color: blue;">) pictured. Add his devilish good looks with a rockin’ body and bingo…you have Aleksei.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">Aleksei is most likely to be dressed in loose fitting jeans and a simple tee. He is pretty easy going and not so much high maintenance.</span></span></span>
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<li class="MsoNormal">What would be his approach to a woman? Like a pick up line or move to seduce her?</li>
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">JS: Aleksei would have no pick up line. All he would have to do was drop his eyes to half mast, and give a little tilt of his lips and the girls would dropping their panties. </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;">
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<li class="MsoNormal">Can you describe a little bit for us a hot love scene you’ve written? Or one you’ve read recently?</li>
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;">JS: Actually, I have a free read available on my website. Below is a little sample.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.25in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">I closed my eyes and moaned as he ran his finger along the edge of my breast, just teasing—always teasing. His hands smoothed down my ribs before moving to my hips and pulling me down the bed. I spread my legs to accommodate his big body, his erection pressing against my clit and causing me to gasp. It was hot and hard, and I wanted it inside of me so badly.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;"> “Do you want me here?”</span><br style="color: blue;" /> <br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;"> He ran his finger down my slit to rest at the entrance of my core, his finger dipping in and gathering my moisture before moving his finger up. He circled my clit, stiffening it up more and causing me to bite my lip in pleasure. “I want you everywhere.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-size: small;">
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<li class="MsoNormal">What are you working on now, and where can readers find you on the web?</li>
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; margin-left: 0.5in;"><span id="role_document" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">JS:</i><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> I am currently working on the second story in the Blood Breed series. The working title is Blood Rush and it is Adrik and Kayla’s story. I introduced the Lyken’s in the first story, but in the second one I will really be delving into their world more. There are a lot of twists and turns that will be happening and I hope it raises some eyebrows. </span></span></span>
<span id="role_document" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Readers can find me at <a href="http://www.jenikasnow.com/"><b>http://www.JenikaSnow.com</b></a></span></span></span>
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<span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">Aleksei is feared by all who cross paths with him. He is the great ruler of a race of immortal vampires known as the Blood Breed. Setting eyes on Lana for the first time sets off unquenchable desires that Aleksei has never experienced in his existence. </span>
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<span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">When an age old prophecy brings Lana and Aleksei together, nothing can stop the unbreakable bond that weaves itself into their lives, and when an unseen predator threatens to take away Lana, Aleksei will stop at nothing to destroy all who stand in his way from making Lana his. </span>
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“Take them off of me.” Her eyes grew wide at the growl that came out of him. He gripped the top of her panties and ripped them clean off of her, tossing the fabric to the ground. She would be lying if she said his aggressiveness didn’t turn her on. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"> “You smell so fucking delicious. I can’t stand it.” </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">His voice became deeper, and before she realized what he was doing, he was between her thighs with his hands holding them open. His breath brushed across her exposed folds, and she let her thighs open wider of their own accord. The hot touch of his tongue along her engorged clit caused her to throw her head back and moan. It felt so good, so much better than when she touched herself. He ran his tongue in a circular motion, sucking her clit into the hot depths of his mouth before running over it again. He nibbled and teased her labia, twirling his tongue along the opening of her pussy and running it back up to torment her clit. She had her legs as wide as they would go, but even that didn’t feel wide enough. His tongue continued its exploration of her clit as one of his fingers ran in a slow motion around her pussy hole. She wanted, no, needed him to plunge it inside, to end the exquisite torture he was giving her. It was never ending, the pleasure he brought to her body with just a flick of his tongue and a tease of his finger.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">He left no part of her untouched, swiping his tongue over her lips, around her center, and making his way back up to her clit. Moans and groans came from his mouth, vibrating off her clit and causing her orgasm to come closer to the surface. His hands had a tight clasp on her thighs, his big body wedged between them. He lifted one of her legs over the back the couch, opening her up even further to his wicked tongue. He continued to suck at her clit, and the tight coil of her climax moved through her body. Her sex blossomed like a dam opening up and getting ready to spill forth. Her wetness flowed out of her core from the tidal wave of pleasure that coursed through her. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“Oh, yes. I think I’m going to come.” She had climaxed plenty of times by herself but had never felt the feeling that washed through her at this moment. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“Come for me, Lana. Fucking come all over my mouth. I want your cream covering my lips.” He continued to suck and lick at her, and just hearing the provocative words he said set her off. Her orgasm tore through her, causing her to thrust her breasts out and groan loudly. He never let up, just kept sucking and licking until her orgasm tapered off. Although she felt sated and relaxed, the orgasm did nothing to stop the arousal still pulsing through her veins. She opened her eyes to stare at him, his glorious body now naked. She didn’t know when took off his clothes, but his shirt and pants now sat on the floor. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his hard, muscled body. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">He grabbed his cock as she slid her eyes up and down his body. She stared at his erection, eyes wide and heart beating quickly. He was huge, so big she didn’t even know if he would fit inside of her. His hands slid under her back and flipped her over so she straddled him. He leaned against the couch and gripped her naked hips. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“It will fit perfectly. You will feel exquisite when I slide in and out of you. Fuck, you’re beautiful.” </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">She breathed heavily, loving the dirty way he spoke to her. His cock rubbed along her slick folds, teasing her clit as he slowly thrust his hips up. The flame in her body grew stronger, her desire burning hotter and hotter. She initiated the next kiss, dipping down to meet his firm lips and slipping her tongue inside. He groaned and slid his hands to her ass before slipping one hand further down to rest by her vagina. He brought his other hand to her breast, tweaking and pulling at her hard nipple. His finger didn’t move any closer to her pussy, just sat close to her hole, making her want to thrust onto it. Their moans filled the room, and before she knew it, he scooped her off the couch and carried her to his bedroom. </span><span family="SCRIPT" style="font-family: Andy; font-size: medium;">
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Chloe’s Crazy Questions<o:p></o:p></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Not content to just deliver what you may already know about these writers I have on here, I delve in DEEP to their inner most psyche and massage it, until I get a psychological profile Criminal Minds would be proud of….!<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>The world is ending in an hour, what do you do, and who do you do it with?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color: blue;">JSJ:</span></i><span style="color: blue;"> Ok, I would have to say that I can’t say in public what my first answer would be. So, let’s see what I can share… hmm.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Oh you tease! If you were a cheese, what flavor would you be, and why?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color: blue;">JSJ: </span></i><span style="color: blue;">So funny, because I’m allergic to dairy. But I’d have to say I’d have to Mozzarella. I’m Italian and I can get warm and gooey. I’m very versatile too, like the cheese which can be used for pizza, Mozzarella sticks, lasagna, Calzones, etc.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>You mean versatile like those hot men you write about? wink.</b><br />
<b>Five things you can take to a desert island, what would they be?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color: blue;">JSJ: </span></i><span style="color: blue;">A flashlight, a boat, fishing rod, flint and my iPhone.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Finish this sentence: Love is like….<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color: blue;">JSJ: </span></i><span style="color: blue;">A rock. No, I’m kidding. Love is like a necessary evil. It feels great to love and be loved but it also tends to cause pain and heartache. But as Lord Tennyson said: “'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Finish this sentence: my stories are like….<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color: blue;">JSJ: </span></i><span style="color: blue;">A blooming flower. I start with a bud of an idea and they just grow into something beautiful. Sometimes they need trimmed but hopefully in the end they make someone smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Favorite action figure or action hero and why?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color: blue;">JSJ: </span></i><span style="color: blue;">Ooooo. Batman. I love Batman. He is strong and dark and yummy. I loved all the movies.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Mata Hari or Mother Teresa?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color: blue;">JSJ: </span></i><span style="color: blue;">Mata Hari. Definitely. She was a “bad girl.” She was known for her sensuality and her eroticism</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue;"><b><span style="color: black;">AND, Jeanne is known for her great, sexy books. Like this one!: </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<b>From Seriously Reviewed:</b><br />
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"Well, I sat down to read and burned dinner! I couldn’t stop reading. The story is fast. Gil attends his high school reunion. And we all remember how enjoyable that is…not. But with a hot jock like Rip, at least he’ll have someone to stare at during dinner. But wait. This is hot gay erotic romance. So when boy sees hot football star, boy lusts for football star, and holy shit, the football star has game of his own. The sex was raw and brazen, the dialog refreshingly natural and the ending pleasantly simple and satisfying."<br />
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Gil Davis had hated high school. Ever the geek, he had no intentions of attending his 10th year class reunion. The last thing he wants is to relive the taunting and teasing he received during his teenage years. However there is one thing he missed from high school: the star Varsity football player. The one he had a crush on since the first day he laid his eyes on him. But the last thing he expects is the now pro football player to come back to their home town to attend a lame high school reunion. Known as the Bad Boy of the NFL, Ripley “Rip” Cord, not only shows up, but shows up without a date and an eye for Gil.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">CHAPTER ONE</div><br />
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Gil Davis couldn’t believe it had been ten years since he’d last walked through these doors. Where had the time gone?<br />
When the invitation to his class reunion had come, he almost tossed it out, just as he had with the notice of his fifth year reunion.<br />
He was not into reliving his high school years.<br />
No way, no how.<br />
But something on the invitation had caught his eye… this time they were holding it at the school. So instead of immediately pitching it, he had thrown the invitation on his kitchen table. Unfortunately, Katie, his best friend and roommate, found it and hounded him relentlessly until he agreed to RSVP.<br />
And, of course, Katie insisted on being his date.<br />
Which thrilled him to no end… Not.<br />
Now he wasn’t so sure if he wanted to go in.<br />
He wasn’t sure he was ready for a night of teasing from his former schoolmates.<br />
Yet, here he stood, just inside the double doors of his old high school staring at the registration table by the gymnasium doors.<br />
Someone grabbed his elbow. Firmly.<br />
“You’re not chickening out are you?”<br />
Gil just shook his head and swallowed hard. “Did you find the restroom all right?”<br />
“Fine,” Katie said in her little no-nonsense tone. “Let’s go.”<br />
The harder she tugged on his arm, the more he dug in his heels. He didn’t want to leave his little corner of safety yet. “Hold on.”<br />
“No, Gil. It’s not going to get any easier. You look fine. We’ve – okay, I’ve worked really hard to get you to this point.” She smoothed the hair back from his eyes. Gil was surprised she hadn’t spat on her fingers first like a hovering mother hen.<br />
The problem was, he was still a nerd at heart.<br />
“Now, get your shit together and let’s go!” She gave his arm one last hard yank and dragged him over to the table.<br />
Sucking in a breath, he steeled himself for what was to come.<br />
The two women sitting at the table wore big predatory smiles.<br />
“Gilbert? Gilbert Davis is that you?” the toothy piranha on the right asked. “I swear I didn’t recognize you without your bottle-bottom glasses and pocket protector.”<br />
Those glasses were long gone thanks to Katie dragging him years ago to the optometrist for contacts.<br />
Gil leaned forward to read her name tag. Bonnie (Trusk) Smith.<br />
Bonnie Trusk. He remembered her. She had been part of the Homecoming Court their senior year.<br />
And had accidentally run over his foot one day in the parking lot with her Eddie Bauer Explorer. Why? Her excuse had been she hadn’t seen him. Yeah, he had been the invisible man, “invisible” to all of the popular kids.<br />
“Just Gil,” he corrected her.<br />
She laughed and waved a hand toward him, clearly dismissing him.<br />
The other woman, Patti Petroski-Harrison, shoved a “Hello! My name is… Gilbert Davis” sticker at him. “And your hair! It looks…” Gil expected the next word out of her mouth to be “normal.” Her face showed her internal struggle. “Nice.”<br />
He was a geek. He knew it. He had been one ever since he could remember. And his classmates had always teased him about it.<br />
She sized up Katie. “Are you his wife?”<br />
Katie laughed and patted Gil’s arm. “Oh, no.”<br />
Gil gave her a quick warning look.<br />
Katie just gave him a sugary smile and a noisy kiss on the cheek.<br />
“Well then,” Patti said. “When you go through the doors, Gilbert, there will be a table with place settings. Find your name and that will tell you where you’re seated.”<br />
“Just Gil,” he corrected again, but by then both women were flashing their beaming smiles at another couple who had come up behind them.<br />
Katie tugged him to the side to avoid being crushed by the new arrivals’ hugging and squealing. Gil didn’t recognize the newcomers. But then they had probably been a part of the “in” group.<br />
Gil had been a full-fledged member of the “out” group, but not the “out of the closet” group.<br />
A woman’s shrill scream shot a bolt of pain through his head.<br />
“Did you hear Rip Cord is going to be here? Can you believe it?” the one called Patti asked, her question ending in a squeal. She looked as if she would bust a vein.<br />
Gil stumbled back a step from the table, barely avoiding Katie’s toes.<br />
Holy hell, he never should have agreed to come to this thing. Especially if he’d known Rip would be here.<br />
Gil had a crush on Rip since high school. Unfortunately, Rip was definitely of the heterosexual persuasion. Being captain of the football team, he’d had every girl in school chasing after him, one way or another.<br />
So he’d admired the well-built, handsome jock from afar. Very afar.<br />
Hearing Rip’s name brought all those old feelings back to the surface.<br />
All the insecurities.<br />
Gil certainly had never expected his secret crush to come back to town for a ten-year class reunion. Rip had become way too famous for that.<br />
Gil grabbed Katie’s arm and, with her squeaky protest, dragged her through the double doors into the gym.<br />
“Jesus, Gil. What’s going on?” she asked as he pushed her against the wall just inside the doors.<br />
“Did you hear that?” He struggled not to hyperventilate.<br />
“What?” Katie peeled the backing off of Gil’s name tag and slapped it onto his chest. Not so gently either.<br />
“Rip is going to be here.”<br />
“Rip?” She wrinkled her nose. “What the hell is rip?”<br />
“Not what. Who!” Gil swallowed hard and blew out a long breath. He realized then he was squeezing her upper arms. Way too hard. He relaxed his fingers.<br />
“Okay, okay. Calm down. And let up a little more please.”<br />
He released her and wiped his sweaty palms along his slacks. He never should have worn slacks. Slacks were nerd-wear.<br />
Why didn’t Katie talk him out of wearing them? He should have worn torn jeans or leather pants or --<br />
“So is Rip a band? I would’ve thought they just would’ve hired a DJ. It’s cheaper.”<br />
“Wait. What?” Gil shook his head. “First of all, why would they need music?”<br />
Katie pointed a finger upwards. “Hear that, nerd-o? Music. You know, it creates atmosphere and gives you something to dance to.”<br />
“Dance?” Gil swallowed hard. He cocked his head. He did hear music. He hadn’t noticed it because he’d been too panicked about Rip being there. “Okay, just don’t ask me to dance.”<br />
“No can do, Gilly. We will be dancing. I didn’t come along to be a wallflower.”<br />
“Katie, you know I can’t dance,” he hissed inches from her face.<br />
She had the nerve to laugh. As if his lack of rhythm was something to laugh about. His coordination left something to be desired. Gil considered it a handicap – maybe not one recognized by the government. But no one should make fun of the handicapped!<br />
Gil frowned. “I didn’t see anything on the invitation about dancing.”<br />
Katie sighed. “Gilly, don’t worry, we’ll fake it.”<br />
“Don’t call me Gilly here. It’s bad enough people will be calling me Gilbert.”<br />
“Okay, Gil. So if Rip isn’t a band then who or what is it?”<br />
A low murmur throughout the room behind him caused Gil to look up. Coming through the doors…<br />
Gil pressed a hand to the wall to steady himself. His legs had suddenly lost all strength.<br />
Coming through the doors was…<br />
“Him,” was all Gil could get past the lump in his throat.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.jeannestjames.com/"><o:p>Jeanne St James Website</o:p></a></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://jeannestjames.blogspot.com/"><o:p>Jeanne St James Blog</o:p></a></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><b><a href="http://romancewritersbehavingbadly.blogspot.com/">RomanceWritersBehaving Badly Blog</a></b></o:p></div></div>Chloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-42390117359103612182010-03-12T15:03:00.002-05:002010-03-12T15:07:22.680-05:00Win Flesh for Fantasy over at Wicked Thorn and Roses!This is exciting. <b>Double</b> your chances to win today!<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I recently met the wonderful<a href="http://tierneyomalley.com/"> Tierney O'Malley </a>over at <a href="http://wickedthornandroses.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-hot-from-author-chloe-waits.html">Wicked Thorn and Roses</a><b><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">. </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Her Wicked Knight: Knight Brothers Series Book One won the Book of the Month. <a href="http://ddrreviews.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-of-month-winner.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://ddrreviews.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-of-month-winner.html
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Flesh for Fantasy review:<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">“…for a hot, yet sweet, short read, then Flesh for Fantasy by Chloe Waits is a must have for your book collection…” Deb from Dark Diva Reviews <b>4 ½ Delightful Divas</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;">Blurb for Flesh for Fantasy:</span></u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">‘</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">Cheyenne</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">’ is every man’s fantasy—over the phone. Playing the popular fantasy mate, Cynthia Stewart seduces callers nightly, despite swearing off men in real life.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">Separated and struggling to reclaim her career, Cynthia’s heart and libido are simply on the shelf. All this talk about fantasies has little effect on her. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">Until Cynthia meets a man who wants to know hers. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">All of them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">Opening up her private thoughts is a big step for Cynthia. Yet she can’t resist the man who describes himself like the perfect tall, dark, handsome stranger. And his calls slowly push her personal and sexual boundaries open. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">But Cynthia starts to wonders if this is someone she can truly trust.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">Because she has been giving him the blue print to seduce her for real...</span></div></div><div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><b><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;">Excerpt: </span></u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">Getting into character Cynthia answered breathily, “Hello, this is </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">Cheyenne</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;"> “</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">Cheyenne</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">,” the voice drew out the word as though savoring the sound. “That is such a pretty name.” The deep masculine tones were authoritative. “But, I would rather know your real name. I am sure it’s even better.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">This man wasn’t a fool. Unlike most men, he knew she gave him a stage name. Rather than denying the truth, she said smoothly, “How about you call me </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">Cheyenne</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">“My name is Mark, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">Cheyenne</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">. I am six-foot-two, well built. Dark eyes and dark hair. Living and working in the downtown core.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;"> This call was really shaping up to be different. Usually they only wanted to hear about her looks. He actually wanted to participate, to be let in on the fun.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;"> “Sounds yummy. I am a strawberry blonde with very long hair. Blue eyes, five-foot-five, curvy and tanned.” <i>And I wear a bunny tail, too</i>. She smirked to herself.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">He chuckled. “That sounds like a playboy spread. I have a little more sophisticated taste. What would I have to do to get a real description?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">Her heart started to race. She got a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Yup, there wasn’t much of a bounce to this plain bunny. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">“Okay, maybe you’ll give me a different description when you get to know me better. I would like us to know each other very well.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">In spite of herself Cynthia felt intrigued. She purred, “I would like to learn all about you Mark, like what turns you on.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">“</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">Cheyenne</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">, I would really love you to tell me what turns you on. I don’t want to hear just what you think I want to hear from you. This isn’t about what I want.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">Knocked out of her canned responses, Cynthia was speechless. Maybe someone should pay this guy to talk on the phone.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">“Do you like to be made love to slowly, or fast, and urgent? Do you dream of someone who knows your desires? The true ones. Tell me.” She heard the soft seductive command in his voice. “</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">Cheyenne</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">, have you ever had a man that knew your wants intimately? That knew your true fantasies?” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">Cynthia couldn’t block out the flood of erotic images that went through her head. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">“No.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">The acknowledgment came out almost as a whisper before she could stop herself.</span></div></div>Chloe Waitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580406857321679916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424604392538507878.post-3868542882920264652010-03-10T00:01:00.004-05:002010-03-10T00:01:02.074-05:00Chloe Celebrates: Ginger Men<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
No, not the real ginger men cookies, but just as yummy. I felt terrible hearing about a movement called "Kick A Ginger Day" done as a joke. Well, I don't think you'd be kicking these men, or kicking them <i>out of bed</i>, ladies! <br />
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Let's start off with my personal favorite: Kevin McKidd!<br />
He's Scots, just like my hubby. My hubby is my<i> favorite </i>Scots, though not a ginger one. He thankfully knows I am a bit tongue in cheek when I post these men, and knows where my heart lies. Right honey?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kevin McKidd reporting for duty in Grey's Anatomy. He plays a former army medic hired by Seattle Grace.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixMfuYtxnZdVgPomBkC_yam0e8UXAKNshX4Odn26pjxki0FyEwFQmVYD9JUAtbl57d-S6OflnASElNT0vw5Q5BEDjgbw1CtasfJeZYWwmNBG2YnAEJT-setmToYQ6SrPruq-fb-wYuvi0/s1600-h/mckidd02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOiGbutP22MqiZTgugOfeICFsXJ80-KtNQ-kmRCNKyUwAQEPOVMV_EFZal9aCuTXMAz8iZA_vrfYRpNjjXYtmxMs0oWB1XoUpMy-e4A_mLbVP-ApsiAbdpPwV1N-nF0aaIkUii67xgjU/s1600-h/kevin_mckidd7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOiGbutP22MqiZTgugOfeICFsXJ80-KtNQ-kmRCNKyUwAQEPOVMV_EFZal9aCuTXMAz8iZA_vrfYRpNjjXYtmxMs0oWB1XoUpMy-e4A_mLbVP-ApsiAbdpPwV1N-nF0aaIkUii67xgjU/s400/kevin_mckidd7.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Very personal duties with Sandra Oh in Grey's Anatomy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu8K5PtQWmcOpskR2cjU82PbEHpz3KkHIGbqcooTEp619Y0mya8hv8f5rXSc-rh3I4kYFWaXvCNAd33GLXxr17vvML1dWM1cRzUXH3O-0VAVKNDhwajr0vDisxie1U-eP3I5muYsa_1-g/s1600-h/kevin_mckidd6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu8K5PtQWmcOpskR2cjU82PbEHpz3KkHIGbqcooTEp619Y0mya8hv8f5rXSc-rh3I4kYFWaXvCNAd33GLXxr17vvML1dWM1cRzUXH3O-0VAVKNDhwajr0vDisxie1U-eP3I5muYsa_1-g/s400/kevin_mckidd6.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wait Sandra, let me adjust your tank top here...(kissing noises)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Before there was Owen Hunt and Grey's Anatomy, Kevin burned up the screen on the HBO series Rome. Rome lasted only two seasons due to its astronomical production costs. Rome wasn't built in a day and neither were these high cost sets, unfortunately! Like Spartacus: Blood and Sand, Rome also showed the best Rome had to offer: namely, togas, nudity, sex, orgies and violence. It also had a nice love story and a lot more thrown in. Great series, and great acting job by Kevin McKidd.<br />
( you can read and see pics of Spartacus here: <a href="http://romancewritersbehavingbadly.blogspot.com/2010/03/sinful-saturday-sexy-spartacus.html">RWBB Blog</a>) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">What's this link? it's to Gunpowder, Treason and Plot starring Kevin McKidd. About a young Mary, Queen of Scots, ascending to the throne of Scotland, Kevin is allowed to use his Scottish accent, and boy does he use it to full effect.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You really should watch this clip if you have time, when Kevin looks into Queen Mary's eyes and says: </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Aye wanchu nekkid an' in my bed </b> </div><div style="text-align: center;">in full Scottish brogue, it's worth the price of this movie alone. Watch it free here! I dare you not to faint!<br />
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And, here's a few more red heads to celebrate Ginger day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtaQeaO2HFtYptYLXPLk0Y9I2zg-Ecp_CKZbtQ3m75tc45HR47CTystyG3myKpsvVqFipQpzadytqFlX8c__05mIGzdkPN9BUk3cgl6Lp7WJvsToKhi7Hp2MTLhY2vGzFdRXG-SG7Qy2Y/s1600-h/3833-toby-stephens-prof1b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtaQeaO2HFtYptYLXPLk0Y9I2zg-Ecp_CKZbtQ3m75tc45HR47CTystyG3myKpsvVqFipQpzadytqFlX8c__05mIGzdkPN9BUk3cgl6Lp7WJvsToKhi7Hp2MTLhY2vGzFdRXG-SG7Qy2Y/s400/3833-toby-stephens-prof1b.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Toby Stephens, actor, and son of the great actress Maggie Smith is distinctly ginger hued!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI90EO1d0sd1pCnzPdNwk2IEZDfOPc7oJ_VP7QHvLizXCUXlPunwvY_ehfnMEMp2FegSoz3rey1j6sQgVPKfruD0USJrdfS9slBVajtzU_wjt3O7cyKV9bAIx5Ci3TKUIFyeGheWvNTkU/s1600-h/eric+stolz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI90EO1d0sd1pCnzPdNwk2IEZDfOPc7oJ_VP7QHvLizXCUXlPunwvY_ehfnMEMp2FegSoz3rey1j6sQgVPKfruD0USJrdfS9slBVajtzU_wjt3O7cyKV9bAIx5Ci3TKUIFyeGheWvNTkU/s320/eric+stolz.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember Eric Stolz in Mask? Weren't you glad when he wasn't in his make up?<br />
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Thanks for celebrating with me, let's toast gingers everywhere, here's to a new special day,<i> <b>Kiss a Ginger!</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Not content to just deliver what you may already know about these writers I have on here, I delve DEEP into their inner most psyche and massage it, until I get a psychological profile Criminal Minds would be proud of….!</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>The phenomenal Elise Hepner joins me today, allowing me to dig around, and also sharing a hot excerpt of her new release, <i>College Trouble</i>. </b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>The world is ending in an hour, what do you do, and who do you do it with?</b><b></b><i><b><o:p></o:p></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: blue;">EH: I would find James Marsters, Christian Bale and some strong liquor and have myself a grand ol’ threesome. Then I would write about it. Assuming I had time.</span><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>I think there'd be time, but no one left to read it, sadly, sniff sniff.</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>If you were a cheese, what flavor would you be, and why?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><b>EH: Cheese is one of my favorite foods, this is a very hard question. I’d have to say swiss cheese is my favorite because it tastes yummy and has lots of holes to fiddle with when I’m bored.<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Yes, I don't think anyone doesn't like cheese, if you don't it says a lot about you, and nothing good, I am afraid. (Chloe shakes head). Lucky you're not in that boat, although you may need one for the next question: </b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Five things you can take to a desert island, what would they be?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: blue;">EH: My blackberry, my husband, a mini tv that goes anywhere, Gone with the Wind, and lots of 90 block sunscreen.</span><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Finish this sentence: Love is like….<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><b>EH: Being stupid together forever.<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Finish this sentence: my stories are like….<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: blue;">EH: A horny Emily Bronte wrote them.</span><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Favorite action figure or action hero and why?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><b>EH: Christian Bale as Batman because he wore a lot of suits and it made me very, very happy.<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Good choice, an action figure you can play with. He made me happy too. </b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Now, Mata Hari or Mother Teresa?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: blue;">EH: Mata Hari</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><br />
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<b>There you have it. Elise may not qualify as a CIA recruit, but she does qualify as an awesome writer.</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><b>Here is a peek at her new release!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mDrnldwRIGUfMg-XkRCB09s5PUF51sgK-iD7OGXa6TX5DkSuIFpuaKyH6X0AqIVYrjsZ8LC1V55BdEckXhyPoBlRatjJScbHuIZqyL2yuPkMCUP-4Ao4TJyxVL0fzx3-yMZb3TTmeCE/s1600-h/collegetroubleare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mDrnldwRIGUfMg-XkRCB09s5PUF51sgK-iD7OGXa6TX5DkSuIFpuaKyH6X0AqIVYrjsZ8LC1V55BdEckXhyPoBlRatjJScbHuIZqyL2yuPkMCUP-4Ao4TJyxVL0fzx3-yMZb3TTmeCE/s320/collegetroubleare.jpg" /></a></div><b>Blurb for <i>College Trouble</i>:</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">“Chick, chilax, we’ll make it. We always do this time of year. Besides, if we flunk completely we can just offer an old-fashioned fuck to Miss. Mouse.”</span></b></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">“You're not serious?” Clair’s chipped nails stopped midway from delivery at her lip glossed mouth.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">“What if I was?” Marie arched an eyebrow.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">Before her roommate could be scandalized forever Marie plucked herself from the bottom bunk and crawled over near the open cooler of beer. It wasn't as good as liqueur but beer was easier to hide in suitcases while riding up the dormitory elevator. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">“Here, you need one before your new haircut and color explodes” Marie tossed one in Clair's direction and she yanked it out of the air.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">“Hair doesn’t explode, it’s the skull itself.” Clair rolled her eyes before popping the unsettled beer can. Beer spritzed out all over the floor as she held the can away from her body, squealing with delight.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">“Well see, you’re learning for the Bio final already, now drink up before it’s daylight”</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">The girls began to shuffle through the mess they’d made, re-organizing purple and green highlighted notes. Another four hours of studying would be in order before they could even begin to grasp the comprehensive exam. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">Marie scratched her overly bleached skull happy that she had provided enough refreshments for their cram session. Only nine more beers and Clair would actually be calm enough to hit the books, or so drunk off her ass she wouldn’t stress anymore. Whichever came first.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">Marie watched her down several more light beers over the course of their studying before making her move. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">Crawling on her hands and knees towards her mumbling, drunk roommate, Marie giggled as she crushed popcorn under her palms. Clair's head was reclining back against the wooden bunk bed closest to the floor and she was gesturing towards a magazine in her lap. The v-neck pajama top parted open at her throat as Clair clutched her sides, giggling and revealing to Marie the supple cleavage underneath. Marie drew in a sharp breathe midway towards her friend on her hands and knees. Clair was gorgeous and this had been a long time coming.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">Underneath her tacky purple skull pj's Marie's ass and hips continued to swivel as she stalked her prey. She felt way too sexy for a dorm room. Imagining herself crawling across a stage at a strip club lit with florescent lights her face morphed from carefree to completely lust laden. Her eyes zigzagged over Clair who had swallowed six beers in a matter of minutes and was now tapping her nails along the wood of their bed to a Britney Spears slow jam.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">Without a care in the world the girl placed her cavalier sway right in the way of her drunken friend’s face, slowly wiping a stripe of hair from her cheek.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">"You doing okay, hun?”</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">Clair slurred a little trying to pout before giggling and falling to her back on the floor. This was her chance. The one she'd been meaning to take with all these weekly sleepovers for years.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">With ease Marie crawled up Clair's body before sliding her hips in a straddle over her friends. Before Clair could stop her chaotic blinking, her eyes large, chest heaving, Marie lay her lips along her best friends collarbone. She was barely breathing, afraid of making her skittish.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">Clair smelled of tangerines and clove cigarettes. Her skin was pressed with Urban Decay sparkle powder that twinkled in the low lighting from their room's lamps. Marie’s fingers skimmed over her roommates exposed shoulders taking away chunky sparkles on her fingertips. She knew it was flavored when she popped her fingers into her mouth and tasted Gimlets. Sparkles clung to her tongue like pressed squares of bursting lime.</span></b></span></div><br />
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