tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80237800551875272552024-03-06T12:57:01.308-08:00Destiny Blaine Official Website and BlogWelcome to my blog. I'm glad you're here.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger407125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023780055187527255.post-49447762914725341502024-02-27T08:35:00.000-08:002024-02-27T08:35:29.325-08:00Mentoring New Authors, Coaching, and Edits Offered for PG-Rated Manuscripts <div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>New Author Mentoring and Coaching Begins</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Early March 2024</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As a published author and ghostwriter for over 20 years, I've been blessed with valuable publishing insights and experience. Some of my pseudonyms were traditionally published. Some were published by small press publishers. Others were self-published and focused on fanfiction. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As a ghostwriter, I've primarily written romance and young adult. Currently, I edit clean fiction and Kindle Vella stories. Mentoring is also available for new and seasoned authors. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Focused mentorship begins soon for ghostwriters and sprint writers, particularly those who are juggling several pseudonyms and need a better way to organize their release schedule, appearances, social media, and overall brand development. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Contact destinyblaineauthor@gmail.com</b> with MENTOR, CLASSES, or EDIT in the subject line and request a quote. Due to current market demands, only 25 ghostwriting classes will be offered this year.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">One space remains for outline-focused coaching in April.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Reserve your space now! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023780055187527255.post-73561390240188393562023-09-21T08:42:00.010-07:002023-09-22T08:36:14.214-07:00Leading the Stampede, Sprint Writing, and Catching Up<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Good morning! <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I'm excited to tell you about a new release, which is the
first one that I've had in romance in quite a while. The last romance books
under my pseudonyms Natalie Acres and Destiny Blaine were published somewhere
around 2015 (not including boxed sets since they include previous work). Since
then, I’ve primarily written nonfiction, thrillers, and cozy mystery. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">While I've still ghostwritten a handful of romance books
along the way, it wasn't until I thought of the storyline for <i>Leading
the Stampede</i> that I realized how much I've missed writing
cowboys/westerns (contemporary and historical), romantic thrillers, and
paranormal (clean shifter romances). <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Leading the Stampede </span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">isn't a
hot romance, but there are still some closed-door romantic scenes between the
main characters. I used to read Harlequin's Silhouette Romances so I would
probably compare the heat level to some of those books. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">As for the storyline in the Legends of Wilde novellas, like
so many of you, I have a true love for horses. With the recent news about the
Nevada Mustangs, and because of our personal love for rescues, Legends of Wilde
stories were born. The first one is available now with the other two coming
later this year. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Since I last chatted with some of you on Facebook, in
person, and even in reading/author-oriented groups, a lot has changed. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">At the end of 2018, we decided to move to the Nashville area after my husband was offfered a transfer. That was definitely a positive change. Right after we moved here, our children followed right behind us. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 18px;">As with life, we've definitely experienced our share of ups and downs. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">We've lost loved ones, but also gained new friends and a church family. Soon after we moved here, we spent three years in
Columbia before my husband was transferred back to Nashville. Through those
experiences, I learned valuable life lessons and embraced those as a truth that
I never expected as my own. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">The biggest lesson is that families are born in the heart. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">My brother's girlfriend, as an example, has been his life
partner. They're far happier than many of those who have rings to share between
them. They've built an amazing life here in Middle Tennessee. We’re so blessed
to call their immediate family as our own, too. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">With their farm nearby, Brent and I have been able to
rescue goats and sheep, and those animals make our family even more complete.
We spend a lot of weekends there, grilling out and laughing, just enjoying the
country life and time together. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Another brother and his family live in Pikeville,
Tennessee, which is about two hours away. Through them, we gained two nephews,
another sister-in-heart, and her mother as a close friend. My sister, who is
our little miracle after surviving a massive stroke, lives with her husband in
Indianapolis now. They spoil everyone around them and enjoy having company. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Our children are also nearby and we’re so blessed to have
our granddaughter in our lives again. While she went through an unimaginable
stepparent story, she came out of it stronger than we ever
believed she might. Our son survived it and became much happier once he moved
here to Middle Tennessee, too. Our daughter moved home to be with her friends,
which only further supports my feelings mentioned below. Brent and I still have his parents and my mother. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">My youngest brother, (some of you have met him),
passed away in 2018. When he passed away, I was hospitalized for a broken heart (</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">It’s a very real disease and one that left lasting complications)</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> and didn’t write very much for the next few years. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Like my other two brothers, our youngest brother was so present in our lives and while we all
spent a good deal of time worried about his addiction, we all miss him every
single day. He left behind a beautiful daughter. This year, she turns 18 and we’re
all so thankful for her and continue to be amazed by her strength and love. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Why mention all of this? Well, I've definitely seen what a
family looks like for us and it varies by what I once imagined. The word ‘family’
is far greater than anything I ever wanted or believed I could have. There aren’t
any boundaries by blood. There are, and were, opportunities born by
introductions that forever live in our hearts.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I woke up this morning and wanted to share some of our life
story. Maybe someone will read this and relate to what’s been written here.
When I think of some of my current works now, I suspect they'll be different
from previous novellas and books. There has been a lot of living in their wake.
There have been joys and heartaches, ups and downs, but so much life wrapped in
all of it. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">As a sprint writer, I used to churn out tens of thousands
of words every single week. I would write a story, edit, start another one,
edit again while writing, start another series, receive notice that a book was
published, skip to another pen name, wash, rinse, and repeat. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">During that time, I rarely saw the books when they went
'live' or even participated in their releases. At this point, I have no idea
how many books are out there or even an exact number of how many were written during
that time. At one point, I had ten active pen names and rarely took a day off. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">That wasn't my publishers' fault. I was to blame. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I was so busy making a living that I forgot to live. As one
of the first sprint writers, some say the fastest during that time (as if that
were a bragging right, and it isn’t), to write over 60,000 words in a week. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">During that time, I easily wrote 80,000-100,000 words per
week. You can look up my books under the Natalie pen name and see the word
counts at one of the retailers to know that I’m sharing my truths. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I never worried about penning similar stories because I wrote
so quickly that I couldn’t remember what was written. I have many books in
print and only a handful on my personal shelves. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Enjoying life as a writer seemed like a joy that someone
else could experience, but I had a set amount to earn every year and needed to focus on
that. In short, I never wanted to tell my children no. If they later wanted to
go to a college or university that was out of an average family’s reach, we
would be able to swing it because it was the only thing I focused on. And that
wasn’t passion for my career. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">It was an obsession. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Ironically, my daughter went to work at eighteen and my son
went to the Navy so when I say that the obsession (to write at those speeds) was all for naught, it really was. I made plenty
of money and lost priceless memories. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">That’s not living. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Eventually, I realized that this sprint-writing (or the way
that I did it anyway) wasn’t normal. One publisher even called me “a machine
with too many moving parts” and told me that while I wrote for many machines, I
couldn’t, in good faith, judge a company when I’d become just like them. That’s
when it became clear to me that my writing had become an addiction in and of
itself. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">My release dates are a testament to that fact, but I
suffered the consequences and would quickly warn others out there who are doing
the same thing. When you become a workaholic,<i> a writer-a-holic</i>, you’re losing
your life. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">It’s real. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">It’s devastating. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>And </i>your health is worth more than the
dollars you’ll gain. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">As writers, we can't write like a machine and live quality
lives. My speed was a gift so I’m speaking from a voice of experience. I abused
that gift. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Moreover, our bodies aren’t geared up to be robotic. Our
health will eventually stop us from a maddening and continual speed. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">These experiences are now shared because of my love for my
fellow writers and other artists. Speed-writing is not worth the shortened life
you'll gain. I’m still a “sprintwriter” but now, it isn’t something that’s
abused. Instead, it’s cherished in that if there’s a pressing or important
deadline, it can be met. Sometimes, if my fellow authors know they’re going to fall short
of an important deadline, they call me. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">My story here is to help, not prevent, others. I want every writer who wants to write to enjoy success. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Some sprinters out there might say, “She’s old” or “Out of
practice” or “doesn’t understand how competitive things are today” but that’s
not it.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I don’t want anyone to have the health problems that I’ve
had because of my inability to stop writing or to find a reasonable pace. And
while I’m now in my early fifties, if I wanted to write twenty thousand words
today, I could have it done before seven this evening. It’s ten-thirty right
now. I choose not to do it on most days because living life is far more
important than writing about it.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">An odd thing happened, too. When I stopped working as a habitual sprinter,
I started enjoying my career again. I love being a writer now. When I’m out and
about, it’s so enjoyable connecting with other writers and readers. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I love this life that I’m blessed to still live. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">If moving to Middle Tennessee five years ago taught me
anything at all, if my mother, brothers, sister, and their families, <i>our
families</i>, taught me anything at all, it was that love conquers all, but not
because someone surrenders something. It's because of what we bring together,
how we come together as family and friends, and how we live our best lives with
those we love. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Life can be imitated or explained on a page, but feeling
that life, enjoying that life? Well, there’s only one way to do<i> that</i>. We have to be present for those experiences. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">My writing may have changed some, but I like it more. And I
sure hope you will as well.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Love always,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Leading-Stampede-Legends-Natalie-Acres-ebook/dp/B0CJGXT2HZ" target="_blank">Destiny (Writing as Natalie, too)</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Leading the Stampede</span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Legends of the Wilde, Book One</span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b>(<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Leading-Stampede-Legends-Natalie-Acres-ebook/dp/B0CJGXT2HZ">Destiny Blaine Writing as Natalie Acres</a>)</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73F78gZPO2gJJqshubcdbyFwTgNBuAVIyD5gRttbRKtOq5DIfcf4VRQfn8nxoh8lMdY1wZxoFSM6oiqIHWGZCsr25GqzfflV78EruYOYhjl-jbdvdKPf4t-p6psVS_wO7K7yzGcYwHdTS1jXT_RGAQ6nP6Rwe_qX9pgyrbjl-6tJUhslihJL6Cajk2TgH/s2250/Wild%20&%20Free.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2250" data-original-width="1410" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73F78gZPO2gJJqshubcdbyFwTgNBuAVIyD5gRttbRKtOq5DIfcf4VRQfn8nxoh8lMdY1wZxoFSM6oiqIHWGZCsr25GqzfflV78EruYOYhjl-jbdvdKPf4t-p6psVS_wO7K7yzGcYwHdTS1jXT_RGAQ6nP6Rwe_qX9pgyrbjl-6tJUhslihJL6Cajk2TgH/s320/Wild%20&%20Free.jpg" width="201" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;">Ryder Wilde reclaims his home ranch with the purpose of protecting the wild horses that others have been adopting only to later lead them to slaughter. After the dust clears from a successful roundup, Ryder discovers a beautiful photographer in the middle of the valley, and she has a secret much like his own.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;">Brooke Bateman has spent the better part of her life completely alone. As a freelance photographer, she’s always been drawn to capturing wild animals in their natural habitat, but she’s begun to suspect that there’s a reason behind what seems to drive her.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;">After Brooke watches Ryder’s shift into a beautiful black stallion, she grows weary. And there’s only one way that she’ll become well enough to make a difference in future roundups. She’ll claim that inner part of herself that she’s denied for far too long. Along the way, she’ll gain a family, purpose, and unimaginable love.</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023780055187527255.post-23813134703191054612020-09-18T08:05:00.004-07:002020-09-18T08:43:55.105-07:00<p> <span face="verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;">Dear Friends,</span></p><span face="verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;">In the coming weeks, I'll ask that all publishers remove my 'hot romance' titles. As a born again Christian, I believe that Jesus is my Lord and Savior. Because of his great sacrifice, all people can be saved by His blood.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span face="verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;">While I'm deeply saddened by my behavior in that I wrote books that are not at all pleasing to God, I am thankful for the friendships that I've made in the romance writing world. While I don't judge others for their professional path, I hold myself accountable for penning something that I shouldn't have been writing in the first place.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span face="verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;">For years, I tried to separate the two with statements like, "This is what I write. It's not who I am."</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span face="verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;">While that may be true, by choosing to write erotica/erotic romance, I opened up a world of sin and stepped right in. 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If you're struggling with your own salvation, turn in the Bible to John 3:16.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"> One of the greatest gifts is salvation and by asking Jesus to come into your heart, you are promised an everlasting life. </span><span face="verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;">Any reward you gain here on earth will easily be trumped in heaven.</span><div><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span face="verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;">I hope to see you there.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span face="verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;">Destiny Blaine</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023780055187527255.post-45775126000080817852018-01-20T06:51:00.000-08:002018-01-20T06:52:06.494-08:00Hiding in Plain Sight by Lucy Felthouse <br />
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a British espionage operative—and a damn good one, at that. Her current
assignment to bring down a group of diamond thieves and scammers should be a
piece of cake. She plans to get her claws into one of the gang, infiltrate the
group, and uncover the information she needs to catch and prosecute them. Luck
is on her side, and within twenty-four hours she’s lunching with Baxter
Collinson, the youngest—and most handsome—diamond thief. What she’s not
expecting, however, is to get on with him quite so well. Attraction bubbles
between them—and for once, on Mallory’s part, it isn’t an act. For the first
time in her career, Mallory struggles with what she must do. Can she ignore her
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“…a cute little
romp, & of course Felthouse delivers her usual flawless delivery.
Fast-paced, fun, sexy, & with a twisty HEA that I think you’ll like.”<b> 5 out of 5, Manic Readers<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“A super
romantic suspense from Lucy Felthouse. The characters are realistic and I
easily identified with their emotions – I particularly loved the banter and the
scenes between the main couple. It’s also got plenty of smexy and sizzling
scenes which the author excels at. Recommended for readers of romantic suspense
who enjoy a read which contains some sexy and explicit scenes.” <b>5 out of 5, A Readers Review<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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things I love about this author is her ability to write descriptions that make
you see the scenes in cinema-scope. I especially loved her descriptions of
Amsterdam. It made me feel as if I was there on an adventure with the
characters. This is certainly a sexy story that fuses espionage, suspense and
erotica very well.”<b> 4 out of 5, Love
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any erotic thriller is whether it would work without the sex scenes, and in the
case of Hiding In Plain sight, the answer is yes. There’s enough technical
jargon to make the work of the agency seem believable, without weighing down the
plot, and an edge of tension to remind you how much is at stake for Mallory and
her team… a fun read that leaves you hoping for more adventures featuring this
sexy spycatcher.”<b> Elizabeth Coldwell<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic
romance novels <i>Stately Pleasures </i>(named
in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never
Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), <i>Eyes
Wide Open </i>(winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award,
and an Amazon bestseller), <i>The
Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight</i> and <i>Mia’s Men (The Heiress’s Harem Book 1). </i>Including novels, short
stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns <a href="http://eroticaforall.co.uk/">Erotica For All</a>, and is one eighth of <a href="http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk/">The Brit Babes</a>. Find out more about
her writing at <a href="http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/">http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk</a>,
or on <a href="http://www.twitter.com/cw1985">Twitter</a> or <a href="http://www.facebook.com/lucyfelthousewriter">Facebook</a>. Sign up for
automatic updates on <a href="http://author.to/lucyfelthouse">Amazon</a> or <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/lucy-felthouse">BookBub</a>. Subscribe to
her newsletter and get a free eBook: <a href="http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter">http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter</a>
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He is addicted to his phone and his new role as CEO. I’m
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I am pretty sure a serial killer’s lair is the only place in
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All I want is one week alone with him. Hours in bed, legs
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Shopping for a Billionaire’s Honeymoon is now a full-length
book of 150+ pages, with both Shannon and Declan’s points of view. Originally
published with only Shannon’s viewpoint, this expanded edition is a result of
reader feedback. People wanted to know what Declan was up to – so here you go.
This book is meant to be read after Shopping for a Billionaire’s Wife and/or
Shopping for a CEO’s Fiancée, but if you read it out of order (or even as a
standalone), that’s fine. Shannon and Declan forgive you. ;)<o:p></o:p></div>
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romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock
stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she
writes. Unlike Shannon from <i>Shopping for
a Billionaire</i>, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a
men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with
her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever,
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My day-after-I-got-married day. In Vegas. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">After fleeing my Momzilla mother.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">(Let’s not count the night before).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">Woke up to the lovely sight of my
husband’s tousled dark hair sliding down my torso so he could feast on <i>me</i>
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<span lang="X-NONE">Had <i>actual</i> breakfast in bed after
room service delivered mixed berries, cream, bacon, and maple-soaked
carrot-cake french toast, and the best damn coffee on the planet from the
coffee chain I now <i>own</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">Made love with my delightful husband in
the giant jetted bathtub in our suite. Turns out I’m as bendy as a Cirque du
Soleil performer when I need to be. Maybe Mom’s insistence that I attend all
those yoga classes she teaches has a silver lining after all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">Dressed and prepared to hop the
corporate jet for Hawaii, kisses interspersed between readying ourselves for
the trip. Undressed twice. Dressed twice. Declan insisted I not wear panties
for the plane trip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">“But I’m already a member of the Mile
High Club,” I’d protested.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">“Not as a <i>wife</i>.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">He had a point. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">Panties abandoned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">Found his brother, my best friend, a
former colleague and an Anterdec chauffeur all married to each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">Notice something a little different
about that last one?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">Yeah. Me too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">Day One of my honeymoon had promise, but
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seats, and I’m doing my best not to think about my poor best friend and her
chaotic mess back at the Anterdec resort where Declan and I just spent nearly a
week trying to figure out our entire life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">Which we did, successfully, to my utter
surprise. After fleeing our wedding in a helicopter and lying to my Momzilla
mother, we managed to get to Las Vegas, ensconced in a resort on the Vegas Strip
that Declan had designed himself as an intern in college. By the time my crazy
family caught up to us, we’d steeled ourselves for the inevitable fallout.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">And got so much more than we expected,
in more ways than one. We’re married now. Husband and wife.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">That’s really all that matters.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">That, and honeymoon sex.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">Lots and lots and lots of honeymoon sex.
It’s my wifely right to walk funny for the next few days.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="X-NONE">And his husbandly duty to make it so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Donna Belfour is
waiting for an interview. Apparently, you<i>
promised</i>.” Chad Thacker waggled his brows and danced the salsa before
straddling a bench in front of his locker. “Says you swore you’d give her what
she wanted or owe her a dinner.”</div>
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“Ha. That dodge is
classic Levermore. He wants to owe her that meal.” Larry Middleton, the star
running back, stepped out of the steam shower affixing a towel around his waist
before exchanging high-fives with a rookie. “You haven’t heard the oohing and ahhing
when she’s on the field?”</div>
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“I don’t ooh and
ahh,” said Lane.</div>
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“I stand
corrected.” Larry paused at the mirror long enough to stroke the stubble on his
face. “Let me tweak my statement.” He faced them again. “The man drools.”</div>
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“Shut up,
Middleton.” Chad placed his forefinger over his lips and jerked his head toward
the entrance of the locker room. “Bitch has balls.”</div>
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About that time,
Miss <i>Ballsy</i> Belfour strutted between
locker rows with her head high and chest forward. Those beautiful raven curls bounced
on her thin shoulders. “What’s it gonna be, Levermore? Do I get that interview
or are you buying tonight?”</div>
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Lane stuffed his
head and arms in his T-shirt, unable to find an excuse. The last thing he
wanted was a <i>World Sports</i> front page
story. Donna Belfour had a reputation for asking the tough questions. Judging
by how the game was set to unfold later, that spotlight would be shining
brighter than ever before.</div>
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The lesser of two
evils looked mighty good from his point of view. If he didn’t agree to the
interview, he’d happily make dinner reservations.</div>
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“Tell you what I’ll
do,” Lane drawled, grabbing Donna’s elbow and steering her away from the
lockers. “Choice is in your hands.”</div>
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The vixen’s big
brown eyes widened. She cocked her hip and crossed her arms. “You’re leaving
this up to me?”</div>
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“Absolutely.” Why
not? He’d been throwing dice all damn day. </div>
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Her small nostrils
flared. Her cheeks turned a flaming pink. “This is low even for you,
Levermore.”</div>
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He kept a straight
face, but it wasn’t easy. Chad stood behind her and shook his finger in a
scolding manner while pushing his chest forward and hip out. For a
six-foot-one, two-hundred-and-eighty-pound center, he did a darn good imitation
of the five-foot-four spitfire who probably tapped the scales at a hundred and
twenty pounds.</div>
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“I take it you want
the interview,” Lane said, knowing good and well that she’d enjoy their date
more. Over the last few years, they’d developed a powerful spark that went way
beyond a barely-there mutual attraction. Their sexual chemistry was blatantly
obvious to most outsiders. Even the tabloids splashed their headlines with
suggestions of romance in the air. Given some of the pictures captured at games
and parties, Lane almost bought into the stories, too. Photographs made for
convincing tales. They looked like they’d tangled a few sheets together. </div>
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“What if I say
dinner?”</div>
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“Where to?”</div>
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She thinned her
lips. “I didn’t <i>say </i>dinner,
Levermore. I asked, ‘what if’, so I can weigh my options.”</div>
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“Which is more
important to you?” he asked, deliberately challenging her. </div>
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She swallowed. “How
about a compromise?”</div>
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“I’m listening.”</div>
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the catch in her voice, Brenda asked, “Did you really tell Tommy you’d help him
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eyes lit up. “Ah, he remembered. I wasn’t sure he would. I did tell him once
that if I moved back here, I might give him some tips.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Why
did you even suggest such a thing? You obviously know the rumors. So does
Tommy.” She gulped and curled her fingers into fists. “He thinks you’re his
father. He wants you to be his father.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sitting
back in the booth as if she’d slapped him, he eyed her cautiously. “And that’s
my fault? I’ve only seen him a few times. When we did have that conversation,
he was having a bad day. He’d been ragged on by his peers for throwing like a
girl. He’d been crying, for God’s sake. I just stumbled into him near the park
as he was coming home from school. He knew who I was. I knew who he was. So we
talked. I didn’t think that was a crime.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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pain on Michael’s face made Brenda wince. “I didn’t mean it that way. I doubt
you’d do anything to hurt a little boy, but…but Tommy thinks you’re a hero.
He’s eager to have you as a friend.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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shrugged. “Sounds like the boy is more eager than his mother.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Damn.
Do you have to twist everything I’m trying to say?” She clenched her fingers
around the stein she’d hardly touched since sitting down. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Sorry,”
he said softly. “Maybe we could start over. You were going to tell me why you
selected me as Tommy’s father. There must’ve been plenty of others to choose
from.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“That
hurts.” She shook her head. “Don’t apologize. I deserved that. We both know I
was quite active sexually before Tommy was born.” She shrugged. “You made the
most sense. You weren’t around to protest, and folks in town thought we’d been
together off and on since I reached puberty, anyway.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Right.
Anyway. I wasn’t going to leave that line on the birth certificate blank. You
were convenient. You were out of the country. I imagine I thought you might
never find out.” She fought back tears, remembering filling out the necessary
forms two days after Tommy was born. “And you were my friend.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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won’t deny that. For all the misery you caused me, there were plenty of times
you stood by me when the chips were down. So I was convenient.” Michael raked
his fingers through his hair. “You can tell me it’s none of my business, but I
have to ask. Do you know who is Tommy’s actual father?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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gulped for air, nodded, and ignored the tears suddenly brimming in her eyes. “Yes,”
she squeaked. “But I won’t tell you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b>Out Now! - Shopping for A Billionaire’s Honeymoon (Book 11 in the Shopping
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Release date: January 31, 2017<o:p></o:p></div>
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He is
addicted to his phone and his new role as CEO. I’m addicted to getting some on
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One of
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And that
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All I
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Not
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Shopping
for a Billionaire’s Honeymoon is now a full-length book of 150+ pages, with
both Shannon and Declan’s points of view. Originally published with only
Shannon’s viewpoint, this expanded edition is a result of reader feedback.
People wanted to know what Declan was up to – so here you go. This book is
meant to be read after Shopping for a Billionaire’s Wife and/or Shopping for a
CEO’s Fiancée, but if you read it out of order (or even as a standalone),
that’s fine. Shannon and Declan forgive you. ;)<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Penny was caught out in the wrong place, at
the wrong time. As a recently graduated law student, the brush with the law
could put an end to her career before it’s even begun. But thanks to her lawyer
daddy’s contacts, she’s been given a second chance. A chance to redeem herself
and make her stupid behavior go away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Which is how she ends up working in a soup
kitchen, preparing and serving meals to those who are having a rough time of
it. She’s not keen on the idea, and when she meets Maddox, the guy in charge,
she’s even less keen. A tall, skinny, mad-haired, tattooed guy, Maddox is the
sort of person Penny would normally cross the road to avoid. But once she gets
to know him, she starts to see things differently. He’s had a checkered past
himself, and has now put it behind him and enjoys a glittering, prosperous
career as a top chef.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Maddox may have unconventional looks, but
Penny quickly grows to like him, and, much to her surprise, finds herself
attracted to him. He’s a lot older than her, and their lives are at completely
different stages, but in spite of this, there’s an undeniable connection
between them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">When Maddox makes Penny an unconventional
offer, will she have the courage to take him up on it? And if she does, where
will it lead?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">From the very second I laid eyes on him, it
was clear he was unconventional. If I’m being truthful, I thought he looked
like a complete nutter—someone I’d probably cross the road to avoid. Even in
the daytime. He was tall and skinny, with a shock of black hair—still apparent
under his hairnet—and pale skin. Kind of like Edward Scissorhands.
Only—mercifully—without the scissors for hands part. A vine-looking tattoo
began at his left wrist, worked its way up his arm, then snaked beneath the
sleeve of his T-shirt…to who knew where?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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for thinking it, I found myself wanting to find out. Did it stop at his upper
arm, his shoulder? Did it continue over his back, his chest, twine its way
around a pectoral, sneaking in toward the nipple? Or even farther south,
perhaps?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Even if you took Mr. Unusual out of the
equation, there was nothing normal about the situation I found myself in. After
all, what recent graduate of law school finds themselves volunteering in a soup
kitchen? A recent graduate who lost her head—and heart—over a bad boy, that’s
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<span lang="EN-GB">Most people seem to think that those who
study law are smart. Super smart, actually. There’s a reason for that—folks who
study law are smart. If they pass all the exams, that is. And I did—with
distinction. Which makes me clever on paper, I suppose, but apparently lacking
in common sense, or perhaps I just have severely poor judgment. Or both.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">However you want to look at it, I fucked
up. Big time. I fell for the wrong guy, trusted him, and ended up caught up in
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career. Before it had even started, and after all those years of education—not
to mention a rather large chunk of my parents’ cash. Fortunately, they’ve got
plenty of it, due to my daddy’s successful career. He works in law, too, which,
luckily for me, means he’s got friends in high places.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Fixing my potential glittering career in my
mind, I took a deep breath and crossed the industrial-looking kitchen, heading
toward him. He looked utterly at home chopping carrots—he was like one of those
chefs you see on the telly, his hand and the knife he gripped moving so fast
they were almost a blur. I cringed at the thought of trying such a thing. Never
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his hand, he smiled. “Ah, hello. You must be Penny.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the knife, he glanced at it in his hand, then quickly put it down on the
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<span lang="EN-GB">Those stunning eyes—such an unnatural yet
beautiful blue—twinkling, he held out his now empty hand. “I’m Maddox Black.
Pleased to meet you. And very pleased to have you here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author
of erotic romance novels <i>Stately
Pleasures </i>(named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic
Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), <i>Eyes Wide Open </i>(winner of the Love
Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and <i>The Persecution of the Wolves. </i>Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She
owns <a href="http://eroticaforall.co.uk/">Erotica For All</a>, and is one
eighth of <a href="http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk/">The Brit Babes</a>. Find out
more about her writing at <a href="http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/">http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk</a>,
or on <a href="http://www.twitter.com/cw1985">Twitter</a> or <a href="http://www.facebook.com/lucyfelthousewriter">Facebook</a>. Sign up for
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aside my binoculars, wiggled my toes into a double layer of warm fuzzy
socks—compliments of my good friend Ally—and hurriedly grabbed a tacky pair of
wading boots, recently purchased from Walter at the local general store.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">After a minute’s worth of hobbles, boots were
in place and I was raring to go. <i>First
stop, my kitchen table.</i> Scooping up the barely-charged cell phone, I punched
Gertie’s contact number and waited. Under normal circumstances, Ida Belle would’ve
been the logical first call, but it wasn’t quite six yet. She probably hadn’t
unrolled her hair curlers, much less made it out of bed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“What and where?” Gertie asked. A simple
“hello” wasn’t dramatic enough. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Fueling her enthusiasm for mysterious
happenings, I said, “My house. Down by the bayou. Emergency meeting. Call it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Until the others arrived, I needed to figure
out how to secure a body. It wouldn’t be an easy feat thanks to fast-moving
rapids. After recent storms, the bayou swirled with the muddiest swamp waters
I’d ever seen, not that I was a professional slough-watcher, but I paid close
attention to my backyard. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Thanks to a recent dead body discovered
there, my place was somewhat of a landmark. Jeanine from Sinful Sightings even
pointed it out on her haunted ghost tours, which was disconcerting when I
stopped to think about it. With a body count now standing at two and only a couple
of months in residency, I was beginning to think that the Louisiana Bayou wasn’t
exactly the safest place to lay low and hide. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I entered the back shed, steps away from the
slight incline leading to the bayou. <i>Second
stop—a supply-gathering mission. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Thanks to the former homeowner Marge
Boudreaux, I’d soon have my hands wrapped around a few body-fishing supplies. Marge
and I were kindred spirits, but we never officially met. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Prior to my arrival in Sinful, Marge went on
to a better place. Since the Baptist women often said as much, I assumed they
meant heaven. Then again, any place beyond Sinful’s city lines might have been
considered a ‘better’ place. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">At present, I was in Sinful hiding from those
who wanted my head on a spike. In order to avoid a painful end, I assumed the
identity of Marge’s niece, Sandy-Sue Morrow. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">As I rummaged through Marge’s dilapidated
shed, I thought of how she might handle towing a body from the bayou. The
outbuilding housed an assortment of items that a former CIA assassin could use
on the job. Not that I was in the mood to kill, but it was always helpful to
have access to the necessary tools of the trade. Goals and situations could
change on a dime out here in bayou towns.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">As luck would have it, I was about to accept
the role of a fisherwoman. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t be casting nets in an
effort to catch lobster or crab. Tucking rope under my arm and holding fast to
garden supplies, I gave Marge two-thumbs up and hurried to the swamp. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">From where I stood, the mission was already
set in stone, or rather leaning against a cypress. The poor guy had seen better
days. Gunk, also known as bog moss, covered his face. A five o’clock shadow and
cold, set eyes were barely visible. I couldn’t tell much about his external
characteristics. Locals might be able to identify him if I could save him before
he became gator bait. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Shuddering at the thought, I secured the
coiled rope against my shoulder and fastened a good grip around the shovel
handle. It was the same shovel that I often used to carry wandering frogs back
to the bayou. My stomach lurched at the thought of employing the same
frog-toting tool to fetch a man. In these parts, women often used extreme
measures to reel in a fellow, or so I’d been told. Maybe the old saying derived
from situations such as these. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Pushing aside local folklore, I focused on
the deceased. With limited resources and a fear of alligators, I wasn’t exactly
jumping up and down to save a dead guy. If only Ida Belle were here. I could
hand off the rope and see if she had any experience lassoing a corpse. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Walter came to mind. If he stood as living
proof, Ida Belle possessed ability but lacked practice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">In any case, until my elderly companions
showed up to lend a helping hand, digging was the best course of action,
assuming this fellow’s feet were planted in shallow waters. Fortunately, I had
a close relationship with this shovel which basically meant I knew how to use
it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Curving my fingers around the wide handle, I
cast the triangular end into the water and scooped up the fellow’s heel. Unable
to budge it, I opted to go deep and aim for the arch. Maybe I could lift his
foot then hook a knee and drag the body to shore. After fruitless attempts, I stepped
back and studied the subject. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">A crane might do the trick. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">If Gertie and company didn’t arrive shortly,
I could always phone a friend with connections. Since I didn’t have a lot of
those, I’d probably buzz Walter. He knew people and could probably locate a
hoist, but he was also Deputy Carter LeBlanc’s uncle. An alerted Walter meant Carter
would know about the incident before I had a chance to drag the man ashore and
search for some identification. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Glancing back at the house that had become my
Louisiana home, I debated on whether or not my Jeep—Marge’s jalopy—would prove
useful in this situation. It was four-wheel drive. Muddy wheels slipping and
sliding wouldn’t present a problem. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Then again, I was a DC girl. What did I know
about mudding in the bayou? The cowgirl’s rope came to mind once more. What were
my options? What was I supposed to do first? Tie off at the dead guy’s neck? If
the wrong person saw what I was doing, they might jump to conclusions. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The last thing I needed was to look like an
accessory after the fact, if a crime had been committed. Based on an early
assessment and my record for stumbling upon bodies, foul play was a given. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Catching movement in my periphery, I slung
the shovel over my shoulder and prepared to assault any alligator that dared an
approach. On a positive note, the victim didn’t seem too concerned about
undesirable critters. On a negative one, I didn’t want to deal with said
critters. I rather liked the idea of keeping all limbs attached. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Returning focus to the man in the mud, I made
an assessment: <i>Five foot eleven. Maybe a
tad taller—or shorter—hard to tell in potty-like waters. Five o’clock shadow—or
was that…</i> “Ugh.” I couldn’t think about it. <i>Ice-blue eyes, much like a killer’s. </i>I’d met a few in my time. <i>Well over two hundred pounds. Threat level
zero, unless his ghost loitered nearby and then we might have a problem. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He wore a noticeable frown which was to be
expected. Dead guys generally didn’t have anything to smile about. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Given his present circumstances, I’d frown
too if I had someone like yours truly trying to save my corpse for the coroner.
I hadn’t exactly taken care of this poor guy’s body. My goal was to fish it out
of the swamp before a gator came along and left behind bits of flesh and
slivers of muscle. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">So far, things weren’t going as well as
planned. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Fortune! Where are you?” Gertie’s voice rang
out like a trumpet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">As weird as it seemed, given my professional
training, I heaved a sigh of relief. The Calvary had arrived. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Spirits of the Heart</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> - <i>A Haunted Voices Novel</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">An
addiction counselor and a security guard struggle to free a little girl and her
father, two lost spirits trapped inside an abandoned mental asylum.</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">Addiction counselor Laura Horton returns from
college to move in with an old friend and start her career. But her homecoming
is jarring. Her friend moves out, leaving Laura alone with the gorgeous but
intimidating ex-boyfriend—in a house that snugs up to an ancient graveyard.</span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">Officer Miller Stanford is a man with a
shattered past. His alcoholic dad destroyed their family, a weakness Miller is
terrified will consume him too. The last thing he needs is a sexy, blonde
addiction counselor watching his every move. When he begins to see specters in
the dark, he starts questioning his own stability.</span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">But Laura sees her too—a pathetic child-spirit
searching for her father. Then Laura starts digging into old asylum records . .
. Can Miller and Laura uncover the secrets of Talcott Hall without jeopardizing
their love—and lives—in the process?</span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Laura Horton’s bad feeling began the
minute she pulled up in front of Angie’s puke green, two-story house and parked
at the curb. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Not</span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Angie’s house, she reminded herself.
Angie’s <i>boyfriend’s</i> house. Although
they’d been pretty tight in high school, she and Ang had kept in touch mostly
via telephone and email these past few years that Laura had been in grad
school. Once, a few years ago, they’d gotten together for their five-year
reunion, when Laura had come home to visit her ailing dad. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">That was the first time she’d seen the
compact craftsman bungalow—after dark—and she hadn’t realized it was such an
ugly color. She hadn’t met <i>the boyfriend</i>,
Miller Stanford, whom Angie either claimed to love with all her heart, or
wanted to eviscerate with a Phillips head screwdriver, depending on the day.
Nor had Laura noticed then that the house snugged up tight on one side to an
ancient-looking graveyard. The only thing separating the two properties was a narrow
strip of grass and a dilapidated, iron fence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A shiver ran across her shoulder blades
as she sat in her car, studying her new surroundings. Her new <i>home</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Chillier up here. Where’d I pack that
hoodie?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She turned to dig around in one of the
boxes squashed into the back of her tiny car, quickly realizing it was
pointless. Nearly everything she owned in the world—besides a few pieces of
battered, old furniture—filled the back seat, and passenger side, of her
thrifty Kia. When she’d run out of room for boxes, she’d resorted to folding
softer items, like her sweaters and sweats, into new plastic trash bags. Stuff
crammed every nook and crevice in the car, leaving just enough space beneath
the headliner for her to see out through the rearview mirror.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">There was no way in hell she was
locating her hoodie in Mt. Clothesmore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Rubbing her hands up and down her arms,
she climbed out and sprinted up the steps to the front door. She hadn’t been
able to reach Angie by phone since she’d left Boone, North Carolina the day
before, but that wasn’t too unusual. Her friend was a bit flighty, and prone to
misplace her phone, her charger, or both. Angie had been juggling courses at
the community college with a full-time night job, tending bar at the pub just
down the street, for the past two years. Laura couldn’t blame her for acting a
bit squirrelly at times.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She reminded herself how nice it was of
Ang and Miller to rent her their spare room. When Laura landed the job in
Middletown, her initial exhilaration had been tempered by a glaring question:
where the hell was she going to live? There was no way she could move into her
father’s tiny condo with his new wife, Deirdre. And securing an apartment on
her own was out of the question, at least not until after her first few
paychecks hit the bank.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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doorbell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Twice. She shifted her sneakered feet
against the creaky porch boards, folding her arms against the chill. After
another long moment with no answer, she rang the bell a third time, holding
down the ancient button a full ten seconds this time. She could hear the
electronic buzz through the peeling front door, but no other sounds at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Angie <i>had</i> to be here—she knew Laura was coming. It was Friday, but Angie’s
last term of college ended last week, and it was nearly two o’clock in the
afternoon. There was only one vehicle parked in the short driveway, a
late-model Ford pickup. But Laura wasn’t sure what it was Angie was driving
these days.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Then, she heard the booming, thumping
sound. Footsteps? Deliberate, heavy, booming steps. Did Bigfoot live here too? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A dull click, then the tinkle of chain
skittering on the inside of the wood. The door burst open. But it wasn’t Angie
standing on the threshold.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The man was huge, not only tall but
massive, with a broad, muscular chest, one lightly furred with golden
hair. His bulbous biceps were cut,
sculpted like a Greek statue. And he wasn’t wearing much more than Michelango’s
David, with only a steel grey towel snugged around narrow hips to match the
steely glint in his blue-grey eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“So you <i>are</i> going out on the town tonight!” Gertie sang out her delight.
“Where’s he taking you?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Seemed
to be the universal question. “Maybe Mudbug.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Mudbug?” Gertie grunted. “What does Mudbug
have that we don’t?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“A good steakhouse for starters,” Ally
said. “Just opened on the edge of town.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“That’s in Wasteland. No way will I eat
a steak in a place called Wasteland.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Don’t ruin it for her, Gertie,” said
Ally. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Place has one traffic light and it
blinks on green all the time. The mayor recently put up one of those population
signs, right next to the “Wasteland Steakhouse—Name alone will make your
stomach growl” billboard. Who does that? And who throws good money away on a
sign that recognizes fifteen people?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I would if all fifteen were family
members,” Ally said. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Maybe,” Gertie said. “Bet the mayor’s
relatives work at the steakhouse.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Probably,” Ally agreed. “The restaurant
is located right down from Mayor Hollowman’s farm.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Carter should’ve known better. I’ll
call him with some suggestions. He should take Fortune to a classier joint
and—” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Don’t you dare!” I blurted out. “The
farm-to-table restaurant was my idea.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ally shot me a suspicious look. “We have
to go, Gertie. Carter will be here soon. Talk to you later. Bye.” Ally
disconnected the call and narrowed her eyes. “Okay spill.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hesitated. Ally wouldn’t approve of my
reasons behind the Wasteland Steakhouse suggestion. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Fortune?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Okay, fine. I didn’t want anyone to see
us on our first official date. Until I know what I’m feeling for Carter, I don’t
need the locals weighing in with their opinions about ‘us’ or <i>if </i>there is an ‘us’ <i>or</i> if there is an ‘us’ what ‘we’ feel for each other. It’s too
complicated when tongues start wagging. I’m not a he-said-she-said person.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I get it,” she said, surprising me.
“But don’t fool yourself into believing that Carter doesn’t get it, too. He
probably would’ve taken you to Wasteland whether you’d asked or not.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Carter and Ally were old friends so I’d
take her word for it. Then a sinking sensation made me uneasy. “Think he
doesn’t want to be seen with me?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I don’t think that’s it at all. In
fact, I bet Carter would be proud to take you just about anywhere.” Ally
flicked her fingers and knocked my cap sideways. “But the least you can do is put
on a dress. It’s Valentine’s night. And Cupid expects you to look presentable.”
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novella, <i>Love Through a Lens</i> by Lucy
Felthouse, is now available in audiobook format. Narrated by voice artist Xanthia
Bloom, you can now listen to this fun romance tale on the go!<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Celine Patterson is a recent graduate
eager to begin her career as a camerawoman—with the fashion world and all its
glitz and glamour calling to her. Things aren’t that simple, however, and she’s
forced to take a job making a documentary in the Peak District countryside with
a mid-list British actor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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disappointment—not only is the job not what she wanted, the pay is appalling,
too—Celine warms to the project. The actor she’s working with, Edward Robson,
is kind, considerate, funny and a consummate professional. She realizes she can
learn a great deal from him, and resolves to do so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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grows increasingly fond of Edward, and that fondness quickly goes beyond the
platonic. Convinced her crush is completely one-sided—he’s over three decades
her senior, for starters—she tries hard to ignore it, hoping the feelings will
go away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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opinion, and flip her world upside-down. How will she react? And can she emerge
from this project with both her career and her heart intact?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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novella was. Small but good and fulfilling... it is wrapped up with a bow... I
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Lucy Felthouse
is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels <i>Stately Pleasures </i>(named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100
Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), <i>Eyes Wide Open </i>(winner of the Love
Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and <i>The Persecution of the Wolves. </i>Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name.
She owns <a href="http://eroticaforall.co.uk/">Erotica For All</a>, and is one
eighth of <a href="http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk/">The Brit Babes</a>. Find out
more about her writing at <a href="http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/">http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk</a>,
or on <a href="http://www.twitter.com/cw1985">Twitter</a> or <a href="http://www.facebook.com/lucyfelthousewriter">Facebook</a>. Sign up for
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M/M Erotic Romance Novella by Lucy Felthouse, Doctor’s Orders, Out Now! <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hospital porter Aaron Miller isn’t
expecting a very exciting birthday. He and his doctor boyfriend, Blake
Colville, are working opposite shifts, leaving Aaron to go home to an empty
house and the prospect of another shift the following day. Just as he’s leaving
work, however, an unexpected sexy encounter in a supply cupboard leaves him
feeling in a much more celebratory mood. And an impending dirty weekend away
with Blake just puts the icing on the non-existent cake. But who needs cake
when you’re dating a dominant doctor?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aaron hummed contentedly as he walked along
the white-painted corridor towards the locker room. He was happy in his job as
a hospital porter. He might not be saving lives, like his doctor boyfriend,
Blake, but he liked to think he was improving them. He made the effort with the
patients he transported around—or the ones that were well enough to hold a
conversation with him, anyway. He chatted to them, showed an interest, tried to
make them laugh, always remained positive, even when things were bleak. That
was his way of spreading a little cheer, or helping someone forget their
worries, even if it was only for a few minutes. It was a small contribution,
but a contribution nonetheless, and it made him feel good.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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thought for the umpteenth time that it could do with some artwork on the
walls—something other than doors to break up the interminable expanse of white
paint and grey dado rail. But patients never came to this area of the
building—unless they were lost—so there was no need to spend any more money on
it than was absolutely necessary. Aaron understood that, but boy did it make
for a dull walk to the locker room.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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supply cupboard door on the left hand side of the corridor was ajar. It was
nothing unusual—people often propped doors open with their feet if they were
just leaning in to grab something, or used something as a door stop if they
needed both hands to carry what they’d come to collect and therefore couldn’t
open the door again to let themselves out.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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mouth to call out and ask whoever it was if they needed help, when the gap grew
wider. A white-clad arm appeared and the accompanying hand grabbed the front of
his T-shirt, pulling him roughly into the cupboard.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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exclamation, as he’d been slammed against the now-closed cupboard door, and
hard, demanding lips were pressed to his. Lips, he realised, as his brain
caught up with the turn of events, that belonged to Doctor Blake Colville. Lips
that were allowed to kiss his, thank God!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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invaded Aaron’s nostrils, and he relaxed into the kiss, returned it with
enthusiasm. Blake’s tongue sought entrance to Aaron’s mouth, and he gave it
willingly, moaning as their tongues slipped and tangled together sensuously,
and Blake’s firm, lithe body pinned his slightly-more-muscular one against the
cool wood of the door. He stifled any further moans that wanted to sneak out,
remembering that, hot as the situation was, it was also pretty precarious, and
both of them could get into serious trouble if they were caught. Patients may
not frequent this area of the building, but the staff sure did.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Reaching out, he gripped the lapels of
Blake’s white coat and pulled, so their bodies were crushed together and their
kiss grew bruisingly brutal—in a good way.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Blake’s lust, because he began grinding his crotch against Aaron’s, teasing
their already erect cocks and pushing them both rapidly towards the point of no
return.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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given where they were? How on earth would they get away with making love—or, in
this case, should it be fucking?–in a supply cupboard in the hospital? Granted,
it was one of the quieter areas of the building, but bloody hell…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author
of erotic romance novels <i>Stately
Pleasures </i>(named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic
Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), <i>Eyes Wide Open </i>(winner of the Love
Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and <i>The Persecution of the Wolves. </i>Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She
owns <a href="http://eroticaforall.co.uk/">Erotica For All</a>, and is one
eighth of <a href="http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk/">The Brit Babes</a>. Find out
more about her writing at <a href="http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/">http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk</a>,
or on <a href="http://www.twitter.com/cw1985">Twitter</a> or <a href="http://www.facebook.com/lucyfelthousewriter">Facebook</a>. Sign up for
automatic updates on <a href="http://author.to/lucyfelthouse">Amazon</a> or <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/lucy-felthouse">BookBub</a>. You can also
subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: <a href="http://eepurl.com/gMQb9">http://eepurl.com/gMQb9</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Release date: December
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Genre: Romantic
Suspense, Political Thriller</div>
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Turns out there was a second video from that awful night four
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Too bad mine wasn’t the worst.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Drew can’t protect me no matter how hard he tries, but the
roles are flipped now. I have to help him, but I’m not wired that way. Not
anymore. That one night changed me more than anyone knows.<o:p></o:p></div>
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More than anyone could predict.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Three men think they’re above the law. They’re right.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But I’m willing to go beneath the law to make sure they never
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When you have nothing left to lose because someone took it
all away, you create the most dangerous creature imaginable.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Game over.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>A Harmless Little Plan</i>
is the final in this political thriller/romantic suspense trilogy by <i>USA Today</i> bestselling author Meli Raine.
This series includes:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>A Harmless Little Game</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>A Harmless Little Ruse</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Meli Raine writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense
undercover DEA agents, bad boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the
women who love them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Meli rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old,
but she played in the ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her
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Website: <a href="http://meliraine.com/">http://meliraine.com/</a> <o:p></o:p></div>
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Newsletter: <a href="http://eepurl.com/beV0gf">http://eepurl.com/beV0gf</a> <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span class="first-phrase"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">“Okay</span></span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">,” I concede. “You win. Why me? Why are you doing this?” It
takes so much control not to cry, or whine. The slight shake in my voice is
pretty damn understandable, given the circumstances. Every muscle I have,
including my lungs, keeps tightening, as if making them smaller will make me
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Not possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">John shrugs.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>Shrugs.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">“It’s nothing personal.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I cough, choking on a
universe-sized dose of incredulity. Nothing personal? This is<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>nothing personal</i>? A thousand
responses flood my mind but I’m not rational, so none of them come out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">“Don’t you have a game or
something? I thought baseball players didn’t get days off during the season.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">He pretends his shoulder
hurts, rubbing it while pursing his lips in a pretend pout. “Perfectly-timed
injury,” he says, adding a smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. “I have three days
with nothing to do.” He leans in, his hand stroking my jaw. I close my eyes but
don’t jerk away. “I get to do<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>you</i>,”
he whispers, his breath filled with moisture, like he’s licking my face
although it’s just air.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">My ribs cave in on
themselves, tensing so hard I’m afraid they’ll crack, my belly clenching.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I can’t let go. Can’t relax.
I start to shiver. I can’t control it. My bladder threatens to let go.
Suddenly, I’m ten feet away from my body, because really, what else can my
caged mind do?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I’m in hell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">People do whatever it takes
not to be in hell. We have a biological drive to survive. It goes beyond the
body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Speaking of the body, I
remember the microchip. A whimper comes out of my nose. Tears fill the back of
my throat, hot and salty, thickening. I nearly gag but control myself, a sob
trying to work its way out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">If nothing else, they’ll find
my body. Drew’s chip gives me that relief.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Unless they cut my hand off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The helicopter cuts a sharp
right, angling down, and because they didn’t buckle me in, I roll into the
door. John thumps against me, his hip digging into my butt. His body is tight
and physically radiates heat that makes me nauseated. I can’t stand having him
breathing in my hair, his hands on my ribs as the helicopter rights and he
pretends to need to touch me to sit up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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go wavy, white dots filling my vision.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">From the moment Alexei Miles sets eyes on
the kickboxing instructor at his new gym, he’s enthralled. She’s strong and
sexy, and he senses something in her that speaks to his deepest desires. Bored
of meaningless one-night stands, Alexei vows to find out more about the
beautiful badass. He hopes his senses are correct—that her desires will match
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he walks into the gym—difficult not to, really, given he’s a six-feet-plus
gorgeous Viking. As well as being attractive, he awakens something deep inside
that she’d almost forgotten about. Men that can handle Zoe’s busy lifestyle are
few and far between. Add to that her very specific sexual appetites and it’s
little wonder she’s been single for so long. Is the Viking about to change all
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<span lang="EN-GB">Alexei followed John into the building, a
sense of trepidation hanging over him. It was never easy moving to a new place,
and as an army brat he’d had more than his fair share of relocating. Dealing
with new landlords, new neighbors, new neighborhood. Not to mention the job
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that, and now – thanks to the friendship that had sprung up between him and his
colleague, John – he was getting back on track with his hobbies, too. John
wasn’t a gym bunny, exactly, but he did like to keep in shape, which was why
he’d recommended his local sports gym to Alexei when he’d asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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trim, letting off some steam,” he’d said. “No posturing, silly competition, or
showing off. God, I reckon if someone started posing in front of a mirror in
that place, they’d get their arse kicked.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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ready, but that was fine by Alexei. As long as it had the equipment he needed,
it would suit him down to the ground. It was made all the more attractive by
the price – around half of what the more traditional gyms wanted in membership
fees. And he only had to pay when he actually attended. He wasn’t sure yet how
much working away his new job was going to entail, but it still made more sense
to use a place that had a pay-as-you-go system. At least until he got settled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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which looked like somewhere the building’s owner probably did the admin and
accounts. After that, there was a row of seating up against the wall on their right
hand side, and the space opened up on their left. Wooden flooring stretched
from just beside them to the far end of the long area, and a boxing ring sat in
one corner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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rough and ready, but it was well-appointed and clearly well-used. Much better
to have a place with regular, dedicated clients than some gleaming, spick and
span monstrosity of a gym that nobody ever went to, or went more to lift
weights and gaze lovingly at themselves in the mirrors than to actually do a
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carpeted area that ran around the nearest two sides of the wooden flooring,
allowing people to access the rooms opposite the entrance without getting in
the way of the people using the main space. It was currently taken up by what
looked like an all-female kickboxing class. And they were good. He certainly
wouldn’t like to piss any of them off—they could definitely handle themselves.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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didn’t want them to think he was some kind of pervert for staring—when his gaze
alighted on the instructor. She was a petite blonde, with a long, sleek
ponytail sitting high up on her head, which swung as she walked from one
student to the next, passing comment, suggesting improvements, and so on. He
was so mesmerized by her that he forgot all about not staring. In fact, he
forgot about pretty much everything, and let out an “ooof!” as he slammed
straight into John’s broad, hard back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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putting a hand on Alexei’s shoulder to steady him. “Look where you’re bloody
going, mate. What the hell’s the matter with you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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brain refused to supply any words. Instead, his eyes gave him away, as he
couldn’t resist another glance in her direction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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thought someone might have seen what happened. At the thought she might have
seen. “Who is she?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of erotic romance novels <i>Stately
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Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), <i>Eyes Wide Open </i>(winner of the Love
Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and <i>The Persecution of the Wolves. </i>Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She
owns <a href="http://eroticaforall.co.uk/">Erotica For All</a>, and is one
eighth of <a href="http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk/">The Brit Babes</a>. Find out
more about her writing at <a href="http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/">http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk</a>,
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Having it all is a fantasy, right?</div>
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Chloe Browne knows all about fantasy. Fantasy is her job.</div>
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And she’s very, very good at what she does.</div>
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As director of design for the O Spa chain, a sophisticated
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One baby at a time.</div>
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Her home study’s done, and she’s about to adopt, a
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And then in walks Nick Grafton, with those commanding
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He’s perfect.</div>
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But the last thing Nick wants is to start fresh with a new
baby as his college-age kids fly the coop. A single father for more than
fifteen years after his wife walked out on her family, Nick finally tastes
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Our Options Have Changed is a full-length standalone
contemporary romance, the first in the On Hold series by New York Times and USA
Today bestselling author Julia Kent and journalist-turned-fiction-writer Elisa
Reed. It is a loose spinoff from Julia Kent’s Shopping for a Billionaire
series, with cameo appearances from favorite characters.</div>
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**BONUS ALL-NEW NOVELLA** from Julia Kent's New York Times
bestselling Shopping series! Read Shopping for a Billionaire's Honeymoon. This
100-page bonus comes at the end of Our Options Have Changed. When Shannon can't
get workaholic Declan to give her the sexy honeymoon time she wants, she takes
matters into her own hands -- with hilariously disastrous (or disastrously
hilarious?) results.</div>
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<i><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "ArialMT","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt;">New York Times and USA Today</span></i><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "ArialMT","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes
romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock
stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she
writes. Unlike Shannon from <i>Shopping for
a Billionaire</i>, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a
men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with
her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever,
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When my alarm goes off at six a.m., I know it’s time to get up. My
meeting with Nick Grafton is today. I’ve been awake since four, when I woke to
find Mink covering my face, fur tickling my nose.</div>
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Mink. My living, purring fur coat. My cat.</div>
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I tried so hard to hold on to sleep, blissful unconsciousness. General
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My brain, however, wanted to watch a slideshow:</div>
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The mystery shop report. <i>Who highlighted all those pages?</i></div>
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Me, at the market, shopping for treats for Joe.</div>
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Me, in the ladies’ room, primping a treat for Joe.</div>
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Joe, getting treated. By someone else.</div>
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I have read that it’s essentially impossible to think of nothing, but I
tried. I visualized grey. The O shade.</div>
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Quite right. Impossible. I started running through the alphabet backwards.</div>
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<i>Z Y X… W…</i> not as easy as you would think, right?</div>
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...P O...</div>
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<i>N...</i> Nick
Grafton in my office doorway, somehow familiar. Starched white shirt. The scent
of Bay Rhum when he caught me. If <i>masculine</i> has a scent, it’s Bay Rhum.</div>
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…M L K...</div>
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<i>J...</i> Joe,
red-faced and drunk, Nick’s arm around his neck. Pathetic. I wish I could
un-see this.</div>
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<i>B...</i> Baby.
Baby coming soon. Life will change, forever. Am I ready? I think so. But is
anyone ever ready? Maybe I’m <i>too</i> ready—what if Li changes her mind?
Should I buy diapers, baby clothes, a crib? Would I be tempting fate? So far I
just have an infant car seat. If this doesn’t happen, I can just put it in the
closet. <i>Way</i> far back in the closet where I can’t see it.</div>
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Li is so young. Old enough to get pregnant but far too young to be a
mother. In so many ways, she’s really still a baby herself. She’s been forced
into a situation with no possible happy ending—at least not for her. Her
tragedy will make my dream come true. Can I help make some of her dreams come
true in return? She wants to be an esthetician, told me the day I met her on
the gO Spa. Can I find a scholarship for her? Create one?</div>
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<i>A... </i>Anterdec. Meeting today with Nick Grafton. Okay. This is
better. This I can handle. What to wear?</div>
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I am representing O. I visualize grey again. Dove grey suit of raw silk,
seamed to fit my body perfectly, never too tight or too loose. High heels, but
not too spiky. And most importantly, a necklace of glass Os, linked together
with silver.</div>
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And for today’s secret power, rose silk cheeky panties that lace up the
back. Matching bustier. Grey thigh highs in fine mesh.</div>
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On the outside, chic and understated. Underneath, intimate pleasure.</div>
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I am O.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With mixed feelings and new responsibilities, Legend’s children battle with their decision about duty, honor, and saving the world from a sinister global evacuation plan. Their goal is to stop the immoral Entitled Ones who plan to use genocide to regain full control over the world’s population and its unsuspecting citizens. If the elites are successful, they’ll position themselves with old world titles within the New World Order. And millions will die before their reign of terror begins.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Legend and his family will do whatever necessary to stop the Entitled Ones and shine a light on a corrupt shadow government and its evil propaganda. While Legend’s teenage sons and daughter battle between right and wrong, they also come to terms with giving up what they cherished most—high school friends, their North Carolina homes, and a highly anticipated senior year. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Their rewards will be great if they can expose the corruption behind a reformed world, but their battles are more complicated than they seem. Legend’s family will face off with the supernatural world and discover there are underlying wicked currents driving the onset of a reformed world. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">Hours later, Legend left the master suite in his rented penthouse. Captive, Griffin, and Saber had depleted the stored blood and were now sprawled out on the living room furniture, watching the evening news.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Who told you that?” Captive asked, shifting his gaze between brothers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“They’re resting,” Legend said, refusing to say more. “And we need to focus on what’s important.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Our moms aren’t important?” Griffin shook his head. “If you ask me, they had a significant role. Without them, you wouldn’t have a small army of killers at your disposal.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“You aren’t killers,” Legend said. “And I don’t want to go over this with you when I’ve just done the same with your sister and brothers.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Individuals who care about saving mankind.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“That was your goal, not ours,” Captive reminded him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“It’s our duty and a privilege as well. The world has been deceived. We are days away from revealing the truth.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"> “Does your version of the truth have anything to do with this map?” Captive tapped the dining room tabletop. “The US is divided up and has seven districts here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Fields, districts, areas, call them whatever you want, but there are clear lines of division.” Captive slowly lifted his chin and stared into Legend’s eyes. “And like I said, there are only seven of them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“That’s right,” Legend said, acknowledging the growing tension. “Dubbed as Legend’s Fields—only because it has such a nice ring to it—these areas will be divided after a win for us and a loss for the Entitled Ones.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Assuming we’re successful and the Entitled can’t reboot the world with one keystroke.” Captive used his index finger and followed a royal blue line from the Southeast corner of the Pacific Northwest to the Northern tip of Texas. He paused there. “This is called ‘The Rest’ and the other fields have more specific names. Why?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“When it’s time to declare the fields as governed areas, we’ll position leaders at specific geographical points. Anticipated population count determined how these areas were divided on paper.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“The Rest marks territories which are less likely to have an uprising. The area is considered a safe zone but these fields have various entrances to underground tunnels and bunkers which may be accessed at another time.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“You say that like there’s really no way to stop the Global Shift.” Griffin turned sideways, propping his arm on the sofa’s back. “Do you expect us to fail?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“No.” He didn’t want to discuss the fields. The main reason had more to do with the number of fields and how they would be assigned rather than the actual purpose for them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“What’s going on, Legend?” Captive butted his hip against the table and crossed his massive arms. In terms of physical strength, Captive was Legend’s equal and he seemingly knew it. “Holding out on us?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"> “As questions arise, I try to answer them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"> “Then let’s start with the obvious,” Captive said. “There are eight of us.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">Captive glanced at Saber and Griffin. They both shook their heads, but he still considered it before he relented and said, “Let’s talk about the fields then. The largest territory…who gets it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Now you’re looking for a fight.” Legend chuckled. “But you’ll be relieved to know that The Rest goes to Sin.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Which means she lives,” Saber pointed out, sneering.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Why would you give her that much open territory?” Captive asked, opting to ignore Saber’s comment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">Griffin joined them and studied the map. “Looks like you’re giving a lot of power to one person.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">Saber didn’t move from the sunken living area. He never looked their way when he said, “She’s a girl. She’ll be underestimated.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“It’s not worth the risk. Come here and look.” Captive waited for Saber and then trailed his finger between two locations. “Here.” He jabbed his finger at the next stop. “And here.” He looked up at his brothers. “These are two of the main Entitled-owned bunker locations. They fall within ‘The Rest’ which Legend now says will be managed by Sin. She’ll be covering the most dangerous fields.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“And like Saber pointed out, she will be underestimated.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Surely you aren’t banking on a guess.” He pushed away from the table. “Wait a minute. You don’t think she’ll be underestimated. You think she’ll be ignored altogether.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"> “That too.” Legend smiled. “I know it seems like I’m giving her too many responsibilities, but—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“It’s not the responsibility she can’t handle. It’s the power,” Saber said sensibly. “With great power comes a steep price. What price will she pay? Have you thought about that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Of course he hasn’t,” Griffin said, running his palms across two large masses. “But if it makes you feel better, my money says you and Captive are on the outer territories.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Exactly,” Legend said. “She’ll always have the two of you to call upon in the event of my absence.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Why? Are you going somewhere?” Griffin always asked too many questions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Not planning on it.” And some of his questions couldn’t be answered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Okay then,” Captive said, narrowing his eyes. “Still open for questions?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Sure,” Legend said, bracing for those he wouldn’t want to answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Why did you send the others home and keep us here in New York?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Can’t wait to hear this,” Griffin said, picking up a travel itinerary from the table. “And why are we seeing the world while the others are preparing for the first day of school?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Answer him,” Captive said, a dangerous edge in his voice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">Legend didn’t like his tone. “The Entitled Ones may know you’ve been turned earlier than expected. You’ll meet Rogue, the vampire who turned me, and he’ll be able to answer more questions about the Entitled.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">Griffin seemed distant. “So we’re not going up against the Entitled Ones alone?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Yes and no. It’s complicated.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“It always is, <i>but isn’t</i>.” Saber stalked Legend. “You’re using the others as bait. What if these people show up in Legends? Do you honestly think someone like Diven can protect himself?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“I wouldn’t worry about Diven,” Griffin said. “He’ll kill them with his poetry or one of his boring monologues.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_15_0_1_1469453982406_2757" style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Do you think this is funny?” Captive asked, his face as red as an apple. “Sin and Diven can’t fight an army of elite forces! And you can’t assume Tole and Gideon can hold their own without us!” </span><span id="yui_3_15_0_1_1469453982406_2764" style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; text-indent: 0.5in; word-spacing: normal;">“First, the Entitled Ones would never storm Legends with an army. While they do have armies behind them, most of their troops are in Europe. Secondly, I’m touched that you care for your siblings as much as you do but you’ll find that Sin will soon be able to beat most adversaries by using her gifts and physical strength while Diven will always ‘out-smart’ anyone who approaches them.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">Saber grunted. “That’s debatable.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“You have that much confidence in Sin?” Griffin asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Don’t you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“She’s a thin teenager and a girl for crying out loud!” Captive was enraged.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“She’s tall and slender, yes, but Sin is in better physical shape than any of you. She eats right, exercises four or five hours a day and…” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“And she has a double-shot of your blood running through her veins,” Captive said, undoubtedly putting two and two together. “She never needed a blood transfusion. Did she?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“She exercises four or five hours a day?” Saber was clearly impressed. “Damn. Remind me not to call her out in a fight.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"> “Sin doesn’t have friends so she spends her time on health and wellness. When she was turned, we better understood her strong will and overall physical strength. While she was easy to turn, she was the most difficult to bring back. She held on to her humanity longer than any of you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Like the way you danced around the blood transfusion bit,” Captive said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Yeah, he’s got twirling on his toes down to a science,” Saber muttered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Okay fine. Yes, she has a double-shot of my blood, as you put it. She received those transfusions for nearly ten years.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Talk about playing favorites,” Saber said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Do they know?” Griffin asked. “I mean shouldn’t you tell them that the Entitled may come for them?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Sin will figure it out,” Legend said. “But again, the Entitled won’t show up there with an army. They’ll send scouts who will report back to London’s Council. It would be highly unusual for their scouts to approach any of my children.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“So now we know why they’re at home. Why are <i>we</i> here?” Griffin asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Why?” Griffin asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">“Someone watches Tabloid News at Noon.” Legend was pleased. “And yes, a meeting is scheduled.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Out Now! Illicit Relations – M/M Erotic Romance by
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Illicit Relations</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">, a M/M erotic romance by Lucy Felthouse, with coming out and
almost-taboo themes, has been re-released with a stunning new cover and a lower
price! Please note, however, if you’ve read it before, that the content hasn’t
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crush on his second cousin Justin for what seems like forever. He’s hidden it
as well as possible, knowing that the other man is out of bounds, forbidden
fruit. Second cousins getting together isn’t actually illegal, but for Justin
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">But when some
new information comes to light about Terry’s birth and his place in the family,
the whole game changes. Suddenly the relationship isn’t so impossible, and
things soon begin to get hot and heavy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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deliberately averted his gaze as Justin tugged off his T-shirt and dove into
the pool. The last thing he needed was to see him topless. His libido was
already in overdrive and he was having trouble not jumping Justin’s bones. In
fact, the only thing that held him back was the fact that Justin was his second
cousin. They hadn’t been brought up particularly closely, so it wasn’t as if he
were lusting after someone he considered to be a brother, but still. They were
related and it was weird. Or it would be weird if anything happened between
them, which it wouldn’t, of course. It would be wrong and they both knew it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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that was the reason Justin was avoiding him, anyway. They got on well and there
was an obvious spark between them, but nothing inappropriate had ever taken
place. For the most part, they acted as cousins should. Every now and again,
though, he’d catch Justin looking at him. Equally, Terry would drink his fill
of his cousin when no one else was looking. Apparently it was getting increasingly
difficult for Justin, too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Right now, at
the annual summer get together at Terry’s grandparents’ massive house in rural
Warwickshire, the tension between them had never been higher.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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whole thing ten times worse was that neither of them had come out. So ending up
together would be a double whammy for their families. He could see it now. Hey,
everyone! I’m gay—and so is he. We’re together. Now as you were.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">He also knew that
part of his frustration about the situation was because he hadn’t yet seen any
point in coming out. His feelings for Justin ran deeper than he cared to admit,
and for that reason he hadn’t been in a relationship with anyone—ever. Not a
homosexual relationship, anyway. He’d had girlfriends back in the days when he
hadn’t realized what his urges meant, but since then he’d been by himself and
remained a virgin. He was surprised, actually, that no one in his family had
asked whether he was gay. He could only assume that because he was so private
generally, they thought he would only introduce them to someone when he felt it
was absolutely right. That was his plan, in fact. To come out and introduce his
partner at the same time. But until he got over this damn infatuation with
Justin, he was never going to be any farther forward.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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on for several minutes until he was interrupted—and startled—by droplets of
cold water falling onto his bare shoulder. He turned. Justin stood there,
shaking his blond head and sending the droplets flying around. Apparently he
wasn’t avoiding Terry anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">It was hot and
he was wearing casual clothes, so Terry wasn’t bothered about getting wet, but
for some reason, he snapped at Justin. “For fuck’s sake, do you have to do that
here?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Immediately
Justin stopped and stared at him. They’d never had a cross word between them,
not even when they were children. “Sorry, mate. I was just messing around. I
didn’t think it would piss you off.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">His blue eyes
were wide and Terry felt his irritation dissipating rapidly. He continued to
rake his gaze down Justin’s half-naked form. His broad shoulders and wide
chest, which was sprinkled with a handful of pale hairs. His toned stomach, the
six-pack nicely defined but not too body-builderish. His arms were thickly
muscled but suited his athletic frame. Deep-blue swimming trunks hid the area
he most wanted to see but he relied on the glimpses he’d had over the years and
his overripe imagination.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Thick thighs and
calves and, unbelievably, nice feet—he didn’t generally like feet—finished off
the package of perfection and Terry was suddenly extremely glad he had a book
in his lap, because his cock was beginning to swell and press against the
inside of his swimming shorts. He realized that a dip in the pool would be a
pretty good antidote—the chilly water should take the heat from his cock. And
if not, at least no one would be able to see the bulge unless they swam
underwater.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">It was stupid,
really, trying to hide his erection from Justin. They both knew there was
something between them, and he wanted to bury his hard cock inside Justin’s
mouth or arse, not hide it beneath a fucking book.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">He began to
wonder whether they should just get together, and to hell with the
consequences. It wasn’t illegal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Justin sat down
on the sun bed next to Terry and flashed him a smile. “Am I forgiven, then? I
haven’t got your book wet, have I?” He reached out to grab the book, presumably
to try to dry it, but Terry slammed his hand down quickly, catching Justin’s
fingers beneath his in the process, not to mention giving his cock a bit of a
smack.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">“No,” he ground
out, wondering how he’d managed to get even a single word to fall from his
lips. As soon as their fingers had touched he’d felt a spark that had run
straight up his arm and multiplied throughout his entire body. His ebbing
erection had immediately jumped back to attention, lifting the book slightly.
He hoped against all hope that Justin hadn’t noticed but he had no such luck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The blond’s gaze
dropped to their still-touching fingers and, presumably, to the book and the
thing beneath it that had caused the movement. He stared for a few seconds that
felt like hours, then looked back up at Terry’s face. He opened his mouth then
closed it again. For the first time ever, it seemed Justin was speechless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">A huge splash
and a series of laughs from the pool broke the spell between them. Justin
snatched his hand back and raked it through his hair. He opened and closed his
mouth again, but for the second time nothing came out. He let out a heavy sigh
and stood up looking dazed. He appeared to have trouble putting one foot in
front of the other, as though he were drunk or had just woken from a very deep
sleep. Of course, only the two of them knew the real reason for Justin’s
behavior.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Finally Justin
got his limbs to cooperate, and he made his way across to the table that held
food and drinks, sheltered from the bright sunlight by a large, green gazebo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Terry watched
him go, a tumult of emotions running through his brain. Disappointment,
confusion, anger, lust…they all assaulted him, though admittedly the last was
screaming the loudest, a fact certainly not helped by Justin’s damp and topless
state.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels <i>Stately Pleasures </i>(named in the top 5 of
Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an
Amazon bestseller) and <i>Eyes Wide Open </i>(winner
of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon
bestseller)<i>. </i>Including novels, short
stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns <a href="http://eroticaforall.co.uk/">Erotica For All</a>, and is one eighth of <a href="http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk/">The Brit Babes</a>. Find out more about
her writing at <a href="http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/">http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk</a>,
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When a failed kidnap attempt leads to CEO Dr. Simon Northwood acquiring
a bodyguard, he isn’t prepared for close protection specialist Ros Edwards, a former
captain in the Royal Military Police. Experienced submissive though he is,
having a woman stand between him and any further threat is completely
untenable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Assigned to protect the genius behind a project of national importance,
Ros unexpectedly encounters the most delicious man she’s met in a long time. As
a Domme, she’d love to play with him, but even if he weren’t in need of her
professional skills, there’s no way he’s submissive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Problems, Miss Edwards?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Not at all, Dr. Northwood.” She turned towards him and
slipped the smartphone back into her jacket pocket. “A minor logistical issue,
that’s all. Is there something I can do for you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I was wondering if we were still on schedule to depart for
Oxford as planned.” From what he’d heard, Simon had his doubts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Of course, sir. As I said, a minor logistical issue.” She
paused, fixing him with her coolly assessing gaze. “I was just about to make
coffee—would you care to join me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He had a conference call in a few minutes, his third of the
day, but Simon suddenly found himself more in need of a shot of caffeine, and
another opportunity to try to goad her into going Domme on him. He’d been
trying all week, and this morning was the closest he’d come yet. He strode over
to the desk to call his PA.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Alicia? Can you let Martin know that he’ll be handling the
finance call in ten? Give him my apologies—something’s come up that requires my
attention elsewhere. Thanks.” He replaced the receiver and turned his attention
back to his bodyguard. “I don’t mind if I do, Miss Edwards.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She gave a brief nod in acknowledgement. He watched her
disappear into the adjoining kitchen, only to hear seconds later the crash of
breaking glass followed by the colourful and creative cursing he was coming to
associate with his beautiful bodyguard. Simon headed for the epicentre of the
disaster.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">As if someone had flicked a switch, his nonchalant attitude
came to an abrupt end. Ros was running her hand under the tap, washing away the
blood that was oozing from a cut to her hand. Broken glass littered the worktop
and the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Simon’s protective instincts kicked into action, sweeping
aside all thoughts of provoking her again. He grabbed the first aid kit from
one of the cupboards. “Let me help.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“It’s all right, I can manage.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“No—you can’t. What happened?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">To his surprise, she allowed him to take her hand in his.
Strong and capable, it was at the same time neat and feminine, with short but
immaculately manicured nails. No rings, but as he’d told himself the first time
he’d checked, that didn’t necessarily mean anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Kamikaze glassware.” Ros glanced up at the open cupboard.
“When I was getting the mugs to make the coffee, I accidentally nudged a couple
of tumblers. They decided to take their name seriously and try out for the
Olympic gymnastics team. I can tell you now, their technique sucked.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Simon pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh at the
latest glimpse of her taste in humour. She’d caught him unawares like that once
or twice before, with a little nugget of dry wit. “What were you trying to do?
Catch them or juggle with them?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She shot him a dark scowl. At that precise moment, she
looked more like the recipient of a sense of humour bypass, then he realised
she was more annoyed with herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I was picking up the pieces. Some of the shards started
slipping out of my hands and I grabbed at them on instinct. Stupid thing to do.
At least it’s not my right hand.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He quirked a questioning eyebrow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Trigger finger.” She waggled the digit at him. “Can’t pull
a trigger if I’m bandaged up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Or if you end up slicing through tendons.” Simon’s slightly
harsh tone was a reflection of his discomfort at the way she spoke so candidly
of using firearms. “A dustpan and brush might have been safer than trying to
pick up the broken glass.” He nodded in the direction of the tall corner
cupboard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">For a moment she looked like she was about to argue, but
then the change in her expression and a tiny, careless shrug acknowledged the
truth of his words. Simon turned his attention to her injuries. There were some
superficial cuts but the main one wasn’t as bad as he’d first thought—she’d
probably get away without needing any stitches in it. Having confirmed there
was no glass in the wound, he pulled on some surgical gloves and ripped open a
sachet containing an antiseptic wipe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She was standing so close now. He tried not to be distracted
by the calm rise and fall of her breasts, or the subtle floral scent of her
perfume. He tried not to respond to her steady gaze resting squarely on him. He
tried not to think of the probable reasons why a former RMP officer never even
flinched at the sting of the antiseptic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Having put a couple of Steri-Strips on the cut, he then made
the move that was his downfall. It was the small, insignificant act of glancing
up at Ros’ face. She was staring at his hands in rapt fascination, lips
slightly parted, almost inviting a kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Carpe diem. The Latin phrase blazed through Simon’s mind
like a meteor. She hadn’t responded to provocation, so perhaps a different
tactic was called for. He swept aside the memory of the altercation they’d had
a few hours earlier, focusing instead on this moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Simon pulled off the surgical gloves with a snap. In a club,
he’d never dream of doing what he was about to do—it went against everything
he’d been trained for, but this was an opportunity he couldn’t afford to miss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Before Ros could move away from him, he took her uninjured
hand in his and raised it to his lips. Before his inner voice could convince
him he was making a huge mistake, he pressed a gentle kiss to her palm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Dr. Northwood.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He wasn’t expecting the sound of his name to send a
delicious shiver through his body. The formality, though…just as guilty of that
as she was, maybe even more so, but he wanted it to end. “Simon.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Desire would be held back no longer—he
claimed the sweetness of her mouth, and prepared to take his punishment for
crashing through her boundaries…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*****<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">After winning an erotic short story competition, Christie
Adams waited over twenty years to follow it up with her first full-length
erotic romance. The second publisher she approached picked it up, and after a
brief spell with them, she moved into the exciting world of indie publishing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When she was asked about how she got into writing, Christie
realised she’s been putting pen to paper—or fingers to keyboard—for longer than
she thought. It all started in her teens, with stories featuring characters
from her favourite TV shows—usually action dramas—but in her imagination, those
characters were given a romantic life to go with the all-action one their
audiences saw.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">From there, she progressed to romantic novels featuring
characters of her own invention, but success eluded her until she spotted the
erotic short story competition in a magazine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Christie lives in north-west
England. When not at the day job, she can usually be found wrestling with the
characters in her latest novel. Occasionally she finds time for sleep, and
maintains her social skills through, among other things, regular attendance at
a pub quiz, which forces her to think about other things besides plots and
characterisation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Book
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">We skipped right over the whole
fiancée thing and went straight from girlfriend to wife.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">At least, I think that’s what
happened. I woke up after my brother’s Vegas wedding reception with my luscious
girlfriend in bed with me. We’re both wearing wedding rings.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">So is her coworker, Josh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">And our Vegas chauffeur, Geordi.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Who the hell am I married to?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Unraveling this mystery will be as
difficult as figuring out why Amanda and I are having panic attacks over the
thought of being husband and wife.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Or, whoever we’re actually married
to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Oh, ^%$#.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It’s true that what happens in Vegas
stays in Vegas, with one exception:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">If she’s my wife, we’ll make it
work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">If she’s not?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I’ll make it happen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Get the 9th book in Julia Kent's New
York Times bestselling romantic comedy series as Andrew and Amanda sort out
their wild Vegas night...and the rest of their lives.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Links:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“We’re not—you don’t really—we can’t
be—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Married?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She laughs, but it’s a brittle
sound. “Come on. We didn’t actually have a wedding last night.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“We didn’t? You’re sure?” I perk up.
Great. <i>She</i> remembers last night. I squeeze my eyes and try to recall
something—anything—that happened after Declan and Shannon said their goodbyes
at the reception last night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I’m, well, I mean...” Twisting in
my arms, she looks at me with those big, wide, trusting eyes, her left hand
splayed against my bare chest, digging in where the robe has separated. “You
don’t remember what happened?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">My voice drops with uncertainty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Hers goes up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“No.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Quit joking.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Not joking.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“We both can’t remember any part of
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“When does your memory end?” I ask.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Mascara is streaked along the corner
of her eye, and any makeup she wore last night currently resides somewhere on
my skin or on the bedsheets. I can only imagine what I look like.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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arms and looking at me with a perplexed expression, biting her lower lip while
she flips through the filing cabinets of memory in her mind, and—<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I don’t know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I sit up. “You’re the fixer.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I know! But I remember saying
goodnight to Shannon, hugging Declan, and then—<i>poof!</i> Nothing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Poof.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“That’s when my memory ends, too,” I
say, my skin beginning to crawl. “I know one thing: we did not have a
foursome.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“And I soooooo did not sleep with
Josh. He’s gay. The man can’t handle watching a birth video. A real-life vagina
would send him into cardiac arrest.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I know my heart pounds whenever I
see yours,” I whisper. She gives me a reluctant smile, in spite of her
hangover.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“That was baaaaaad,” she groans.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“All signs point to the sex question
being put to rest. Worst case, all we did was sleep with each other,” I note.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“<i>Worst </i>case? Buddy, sleeping
with me is <i>best</i> case. Best case. Always <i>best</i>.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">That was an unfortunate choice of
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Best friends since childhood, Mary Louise, Opal, and
Pearl enter a retirement community with plans to live out their golden years
reminiscing about the good old days while embracing the new, but when rocking
chair discussions reveal different versions of bygone days, investigations are
in order. Soon, three blue-haired ladies are doing what they must to find suspects
in an unsolved murder, but a cold case is the least of their worries when they
discover the buried body and inconspicuous clues are a little too close to
home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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hour later, another new resident strolled across the porch. With a welcome
brochure in hand, he read, “Walk about six hundred feet or so and you’ll find
an uphill trail leading to Downtown Bristol.” He took a few steps, counting
them off as he paced.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“They
have a small bus with four drop-offs each day, you know,” Pearl whispered,
leaning sideways as she spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Shh,”
Opal said. “I didn’t get the leaflet. I want to listen.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As
if he’d heard them, the older gentleman smiled and read aloud, “Follow our
winding cobblestone paths to a spring fed pond. Located about a half-mile from
the main house, the water is surrounded by concrete benches. There are several
paddleboats and restroom facilities nearby.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Which
is important, particularly if you’re wearing adjustable underwear,” Pearl said,
nodding her head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The
man sent her a seething glare and Mary Louise halfway expected Pearl to remain
tightlipped and wait for Opal to bail her out. Instead, she gave the fellow a
kind look. “Don’t worry. Your secrets are our secrets. And besides, they sell
them in the supply hall. Underwear, that is. Secrets are shared for free.” As
if he needed verification. “But in case you haven’t noticed, you sign your name
on an index card right below each product. That way the delivery guys can
charge necessities to your account before delivering them to your room.”
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The
man turned in a huff and marched away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Did
I say too much?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“No,
girl,” Opal replied. “Keep getting your ditzy on. Never let them know how
intelligent you really are.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Pearl
frowned. “You just handed me the rope and watched me swing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Why
should I interrupt? I wasn’t the one presented with a sign-up sheet for
disposable panties.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I
was trying to talk my way out of a mess.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“When
you find yourself in the middle of a lion’s den, stop feeding the beast,” Opal
said, breathing in the fresh air.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I’m
so depressed now,” Pearl said. “He struck me as a man of substance. I could use
someone like that for entertainment purposes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mary
Louise paid attention then. “What are you talking about?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“They
host all sorts of tournaments and you aren’t exactly good card players,” Pearl
explained. “<i>That man</i> had a good poker face.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Then
I’d hate to see his war game expression,” Opal said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Pearl
moped. “You’re probably right. I don’t think he liked me very much.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Let’s
just say your first impression left a lot to be desired.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“But
why? I was only providing information.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You
basically implied that he wet his pants.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Don’t
hold back now,” Pearl said. “And I did no such thing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Think
about what you said and how you said it.” Mary Louise hated to hurt Pearl’s
feelings but she needed to learn when to speak and when to hush. And the latter
would be an answer to everyone’s prayers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“It
sure is nice here,” Pearl said, shifting her focus. “Did you know that one side
of the Bristol line is called ‘a good place’ to live?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“So
this side of the line is a good place to die?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A
few of the other residents stopped talking. Some left. Opal and Mary Louise
rocked with a little more precision.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Pearl
glanced over her shoulder when the front door slammed. “Opal, that was uncalled
for. Maybe you should take a page from my playbook.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Why?
It would be blank.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Discussing
medical problems in a place like this isn’t good form.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Who
started this conversation?” Opal waited before adding, “And not to be nitpicky
or anything but I mentioned death. I don’t know anything about these people or
their medical conditions.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Pearl’s
dreamy-eyed look appeared, the one where she really didn’t care if anyone
listened while she babbled. “I don’t see why we all have to be so uptight.
We’ll be like a real family living here together in harmony. I was telling the
truth about the signup sheet, by the way. They display samples of their
available items. Residents then sign up to receive their orders by a certain
date. It helps with the community’s ‘no secrets’ policy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Oh
and you can also schedule a time to meet with the funeral director and plan
your entire wake, pick out your coffin, casket liners, and decide on the
service that you’d like to have. It’s very convenient when you think about it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Liners
as in plural?” Opal asked. “People die once, Pearl. They need one liner, one
casket.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Miss
Layla says the reason for this practice is because there have been two
incidences where they’ve accidentally buried people alive. After the first
time, folks typically want a new liner and casket. The old one haunts
them.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Why
that’s not true,” Mary Louise said. “Someone is pitching that garbage so they
can sell funeral packages.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Opal
groaned. “We gotta get out of here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Tell
me about it,” Mary Louise muttered, thinking they needed to keep Pearl away
from the spirit guide who seemingly possessed the 4-1-1 on life and death.
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that time, Clarence called out to them. “How are they treating you, ladies?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Coming in July from Fireborn publishing~ Love’s Sweet Magic
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<strong>A chance meeting at a
sweet shop... Can it be love?</strong></div>
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<strong>Jenna Stevens wasn't
looking for love, nor did she believe it would walk into her life one holiday
season. Marc du Bree needs to find his destined mate so he can take over the
family duties from his father. Meeting Jenna, Marc finds the connection he has
been searching for. Can he convince this gun shy woman that his love is indeed
true?</strong></div>
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<strong>CONTENT ADVISORY: This
is a significantly re-edited and expanded re-release title. It was originally
released as STICKY MAGIC by Raine Delight.</strong></div>
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Release date: <st1:date day="22" month="7" w:st="on" year="2016">July 22<sup>nd</sup>, 2016</st1:date></div>
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Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance, Contemporary</div>
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Pairing: MF</div>
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Pre-order at: <a href="http://firebornpublishing.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_bookx_info&cPath=4&products_id=231"><span style="color: windowtext;">http://firebornpublishing.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_bookx_info&cPath=4&products_id=231</span></a></div>
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About <st1:placename w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Devon</st1:place>
<st1:placetype w:st="on">Falls</st1:placetype></st1:placename> Series:</div>
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<strong>Devon</strong></div>
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About the author:</div>
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D.M. Roberto is a lover of books and a compulsive reader.
Venturing into the world of GBLT, Ménage and erotic romance, she found her new
favorite genre to explore. With time and lots of Johnny Depp movies to inspire
her, D.M. Roberto creates heartfelt stories that hopefully readers will enjoy
and fall in love with. <span style="background: white;">Living with her two kids,
a significant other who supports her every move in writing and doesn’t seem to
mind she gets up at 2 am to type away on the computer. She looks forward to
creating stories that readers will love and enjoy.</span></div>
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