tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7964590126263077862024-03-06T14:59:47.141-05:00Soul Shaking RomanceRomance author bringing you all things soul shakin!Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-55031658826721650702015-09-03T10:51:00.002-04:002015-09-03T10:51:36.717-04:00UNDER CONSTRUCTION!<span style="color: cyan;"><b>Hello everyone.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><b>If you are seeing this then I'm glad you stopped by, but I'm sad to say that none of my books are available right now. Secret Cravings closed their doors unexpectedly which left me in a tailspin as to what to do. I am in the process of revamping all my work and finding new homes for them. That will take time so please be patient. I will keep you updated on Twitter and Facebook as to what it going on.</b></span>Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-44478399072673713482014-12-03T00:00:00.000-05:002014-12-03T00:00:10.640-05:00Hump Day Hook 12/3/2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Helloooooo! Welcome to my little slice of crazy. I hope everyone who celebrated Thanksgiving had a great one. I think I'm still full. I thought I'd share the first kiss in WIP. I hope you enjoy it and I would love LOVE to hear your thoughts.<br />
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gasped as fireworks exploded into bright colors that lit up the sky. They
seemed so close. It was like they were just for Harper and Liam. She couldn’t
contain the smile that spread across her lips. She looked at Liam and marveled
at how the different colors danced over his face. About that time, Liam looked
at her and smiled. He brushed his index finger from her hairline down to her
jaw. His touch sent shivers down her spine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-74371699397253655952014-10-29T00:00:00.000-04:002014-10-29T00:00:00.188-04:00Hump Day Hook 10/29/2014Welcome back! I hope you all are enjoying all the posts. I hope to hear your thoughts.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Remember
the rules,” her dad said. “No drinking, smoking, or illegal drugs. Curfew is
midnight and…there’s one other thing.” He tapped his finger on his chin as if
thinking. “Ah yes, don’t get my daughter pregnant.” And then he smiled and
promptly shut the door in their shocked faces.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Dad!”
Harper screeched and she could hear him and her mother cackling on the other
side of the door. “Oh, my God! I could die from embarrassment.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Liam
snorted out a laugh and scratched his forehead with his thumbnail. If one could
actually die from embarrassment, Harper would certainly do so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well,
there goes that plan,” Liam said in mock seriousness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Then
the door flew open and her father stood there with flared nostrils and his
chest puffed out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I
kidding, sir. I swear.” Liam held his hands up in surrender, but he couldn’t
stop laughing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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laugher caused Harper to giggle which led to her father rolling his eyes and
letting out a little laugh of his own.</span></div>
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Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-91546528042208943172014-10-22T09:44:00.002-04:002014-10-22T09:44:38.466-04:00Hump Day Hook 10/22<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello all! Welcome back. I'm keeping it short this week since I've finally found my writing flow again. Here ya go! A little more of my YA.<br />
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Harper tried to scream, but Nathan covered her mouth with his hand.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Her
heart rate went from elevated to pounding out of her chest. She couldn’t catch
her breath and her tears burned as they fell. She tried biting him, but he had
his hand pressed so tightly against her mouth, she couldn’t. Panic took over
then and she began to jerk and claw and kick as hard as she could. Just when
she thought he would do something truly horrible, he was gone. The intrusive
feeling of him being on top of her was gone. Harper opened her eyes to see Liam
standing there with a murderous look in his blue eyes. Harper got to her feet
and tried to control her breathing.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-38723153679397922562014-10-15T05:40:00.001-04:002014-10-15T05:40:45.524-04:00Hump Day Hook 10/15<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello everyone! I hope you're all having a wonderful day. I thought I'd share a little of my WIP with you. I love this story so far. Here you go!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>They
were half way to the front gates when all hell broke loose. People started
screaming. The kinds of screams that stemmed from deep fear and Harper would
never forget them. People were running and pushing others out of the way. It
was like a stampede of humans. Parents were dragging their children or
clutching them to their chests. Harper had no idea what was going on. Suddenly
someone slammed into her and she lost her grip on Reece’s hand. Harper hit the
ground so hard her breath whooshed out of her painfully. The people running
didn’t even try to help. They just stepped on her or tripped over her crumpled
form. The gravel cut into her bare legs and arms where her shorts and tank top
didn’t provide cover. She couldn’t see Reece. She couldn’t hear anything but
the horrified screams of the people trampling her.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-30972033968689977592014-10-08T00:00:00.000-04:002014-10-08T00:00:06.669-04:00Hump Day Hook Oct. 8th<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello again! Look, this week I'm on time. I'm so excited to finally be writing again and I'm even more excited to get back into this YA I've been working on for...I don't know, like a year. I think I finally FINALLY know where I want it to go. So, here you go. Oh and BTW, the heroine's name has been changed in case you were wondering why it seems like a different person.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>“Reece?”
she shouted, but her voice sounded like she was shouting through a tunnel.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Out
of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of red. When she turned, she saw a
red balloon. The bright color stood out starkly against the black and gray
smoke. It bobbed along the side of a funnel cake stand before drifting up into
tree. Harper ran that way even though she wanted to scream from the pain. Her
muscles shook and something wet was on her face, but she kept going. The smoke
choked her and burned her eyes. The crowd had thinned now, but she wished it
hadn’t. There, ten feet away from her, Harper saw two little feet sticking out
from under several bodies. Some of them were moving, but others weren’t. The
feet were covered with two different colored shoes. One purple and one yellow.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-58626938768214393772014-10-01T14:12:00.000-04:002014-10-01T14:12:16.884-04:00Hump Day HookI'm late, but that's better than not posting at all. Here's a little peeky poo at what I'm working on. It's a YA so I hope you like it.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Reece
bounced on her toes and her blond pig tails bounced as well. Her mother’s
eyebrows dropped low on her forehead, but before she could protest, Avery led
her little sister away. If they were going to dump her sister on her the last
weekend before school started then Avery was going to get her good and hyper.
By the time they got back, Reece would be a sugared up ball of terror.
HA…serves them right.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-80226100513657557252014-07-12T00:00:00.000-04:002014-07-12T00:00:02.851-04:00Secret Cravings Back List Blog Hop<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHgWtRnYBQJyWeuiHBzWq6mMusFw-UAIB1OC3P7E3hIZgSPN0JMU74oBHpRFOP2-6vk5iGvLtaBQyGVmxpsS05Q3liNNP5CoDrAzFOZawrca5QSs0Vqvs2TrZ2xI-Ponjov7FyMSDG7JXh/s1600/Backlist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHgWtRnYBQJyWeuiHBzWq6mMusFw-UAIB1OC3P7E3hIZgSPN0JMU74oBHpRFOP2-6vk5iGvLtaBQyGVmxpsS05Q3liNNP5CoDrAzFOZawrca5QSs0Vqvs2TrZ2xI-Ponjov7FyMSDG7JXh/s320/Backlist.jpg" /></a>Hello everyone! Thanks for stopping by. Welcome to the Secret Cravings Back List Blog Hop. I remember when I first decided I wanted to be a published author. I wrote a story about some things I went through and decided to be brave and let my friend read it. She said if I didn't and get it published I was crazy. I remember being so scared of rejection or that people would hate it. But, then I found Secret Cravings and working with the team there eased my fears and thus came my first novel, So Beautifully Broken. Shortly after that Courageous Dare came out. I love that story so much and have decided to give away one free copy of it to a random winner who leaves a comment! Thanks for stopping by!<br />
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<br />Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-40526072311454308802014-04-21T08:25:00.000-04:002014-04-21T08:25:07.828-04:00Please welcome Elise HepnerTitle: Furious Temptation
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Blurb:
For millennia Megaera, a Fury, has functioned as Hades right hand by passing judgment on demons who break the sacred laws. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSUqZ6Z_nw8GaGNh5dCOx654619tT2QnuZp2sxXMDfzZTw6rRBOEi-8c32jhvUleZNRG3Ch9Q8HrekHQuPtZfo3D7W4Xxjc5D-tC9a34klWFp0GhX2U2MtD_7_PG5dq2WXanPhEk8ShiM-/s1600/FuriousTemptation_SM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSUqZ6Z_nw8GaGNh5dCOx654619tT2QnuZp2sxXMDfzZTw6rRBOEi-8c32jhvUleZNRG3Ch9Q8HrekHQuPtZfo3D7W4Xxjc5D-tC9a34klWFp0GhX2U2MtD_7_PG5dq2WXanPhEk8ShiM-/s1600/FuriousTemptation_SM.jpg" /></a></div>Stalwart in her moral compass, but harboring a curse triggered by rage, she walks a thin line between perfection and destruction. But when she digs into a case uncovering a string of demon rapes, she incites a war with Mount Olympus that could ripple chaos throughout the ages.
Omen Cole was demon made during the Civil War after repeated torture at the hands of his enemies. Sentenced to an eternity as watchdog over his emotionally frail, once human ex-wife, he’s haunted that he couldn’t save her from a brutal assault.
Now it’s happened again. And Megaera needs his testimony. Omen will sell his body—and anything else—to avenge his fragile ex-wife. If that means an alliance with Megaera, he’ll make it the most memorable of their eternity.
Excerpt 1: “Give me a chance, you won’t regret it. You want out of this situation as much as we do. It would be more than worth your trouble, I would guarantee that for you.” His fingers skipped across my collarbone until my fingers shook at my sides and I shoved them onto the edge of the bookcase behind me. I held onto the antique wood and pain twisted up my wrists. But he didn’t move back. His lips remained poised against my ear, our hair mingled, and his fingers danced on the only expanse of naked flesh on my body.
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t you know by now?”
I couldn’t see his eyes, but judging from his tone they were twinkling and bright with mischief. All the anger he’d been carrying, every stubborn action had been wiped away and replaced with misleading flirtation. And as much as I wanted to doubt him—he was good. Embarrassingly so. Omen’s every attention spanned into a gapping chasm of sex I’d all but put under lock and key. And then I swallowed that key. Yet his teasing voice, small bursts of air from his conversation, still licked across my skin in invisible caresses down my neck.
“Why don’t you tell me.”
If he was truly insinuating what I thought he was whispering in my ear under lock and key as my prisoner I wanted him to say the words. Because I couldn’t imagine he was desperate enough to make the proposition outright. While my fingers scrambled, I navigated the murkiness of my thoughts. If only he’d draw away. As if he meant to break me down bodily before making me take leave of my senses. With the knowledge of his manipulation came the tendrils of my anger that I’d been tamping down all day, trying to bank the embers. Suppression was a nasty business.
As sexy as he wanted this little meeting to be, I had a lovely secret weapon tucked in my pocketless skirt suit. My rage had never been my friend before, but if she would keep me from making a reckless mistake, right this second she was my BFF. Omen shifted as if he knew something between us had changed. Surely the atmosphere between us crackled with a different energy, one far more deadly than the reason I had wanted my hands wound around his neck.
“I’ll do anything you want, be anyone you want, if you give me this chance. Taking you into my bed would be far from a hardship. In fact, I’ll go farther. I can’t stop thinking about you beneath me. How well I’d love to treat your repressed little body so that my name echoes in your mind because you’ve been crying it out for so many hours. I’ll make this risk in the investigation merely a bump to get my attention, for as long as you’ll have me. And for both our sakes, I hope you keep me for a while. I don’t get bored easily.”
As his lies slid across my neck I did the first thing that came to mind. While he was lost in his seductive ploy, I lunged, wrapped my hand around his throat, and threw us both back onto the bed so I was straddling him, pinning both his hands above his head. For a beat I couldn’t recall whether or not my move was intentionally sexual or not—but here we were—and judging by his obnoxious smirk he had a fine idea.
But I only needed one hand to pin down his wrists, so I shifted in a blink and clasped my other hand around his throat, erasing his cocky expression, as if I’d drained the light from the room. His neutral expression held all the calculation of someone very, very careful. And though I’m sure he wished to, he didn’t move a muscle beneath me. Well, expect for the betrayal of his cock, which hardened between my thighs as my skirt rode up higher on my outer thighs and I tried my best to act as if I wasn’t enjoying our little moment together. I’d lose my high ground if I let the smallest moan slip. No matter how hard it was to ignore his pleasant pressure between my legs as his hard cock rubbed against my pussy.
I tried to remind myself I held all the cards when his gaze locked with mine. Neither of us spoke a word, waiting for my answer to his ludicrous proposition. He couldn’t be serious. Not when his charm and good looks got him in with my secretary as much as any other woman he’d seduced in his lifetime. I was one of many, of that I was certain. Even if he did look at me as if I was something special. And I’m sure he would have fought my silent accusations—if I’d given him room to speak.
“Even if for a second I didn’t see past your charade, Omen, I wouldn’t entertain the thought because it very clearly breaks several codes of ethics. But thanks, for the offer. I really, really appreciate it.”
With a look of smug wickedness I put emphasis into my words with every slow tilt of my hips against him as I held him immobile against his bed. His eyes flashed. Whether with anger or arousal I couldn’t care. Instead I slowly untangled us, tugged my skirt, and smoothed it with my hands. Omen lay on the bed as if I hadn’t gotten off of him. When he rubbed his neck with a few low noises in the back of his throat, I didn’t hold an ounce of guilt for my actions. Even if I still sensed him flush against my pussy.
“You still haven’t rejected my prior offer. Does that mean it’s off the table even without the incentive?”
“No. If it means making my job any easier I’ll allow you to see Claudette and follow your plan, but if it doesn’t work expect me to be beyond displeased. And you won’t enjoy me when I’m angry.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I think I can find many different ways to enjoy you.”
He half sat, leaning on his hands on the bed so I got a peek at his bare chest through the straining buttons of his button down which was rolled up at the sleeves. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows. I wasn’t so gullible to fall for his act. No man had wooed me before now and none would unless a group orgy was involved. Granted, what Omen was offering was very one on one—but he only offered his body as a substitute for manipulation. By taking him to my bed I’d be belaying a weakness in my character.
And I had many flaws, but weakness wasn’t one of them.
I silently reminded myself of that as Omen straightened up entirely before wincing at the tent of his pants. I wish I could have felt sorry for him, but my mind was otherwise occupied with our more pressing problem. His erection would go away eventually and I would continue dodging his roguish comments so long as the investigation lasted. If he didn’t get sentenced for Claudette’s crime then the possibility of entertaining him in a less formal capacity in my bedroom slunk around in the back of my mind—but the likelihood of that was slim.
As if Omen read my mind he smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“How do we proceed?”
Excerpt 2: Omen Cole would get nothing from me. Not when we’d be working together for Goddess knows how long. His grip on my bicep tightened imperceptibly, as if he wasn’t aware of his strength. Heat washed up my arm, as bitingly painful as any burn. But I didn’t flinch, tense, or move a muscle. Let him unleash his rage on me, at least then we’d be working with a clear-headed demon instead of one clouded by unbelievable rage.
“What do you want?” I narrowed my gaze, tongue easing across my bottom lip.
It wasn’t really a question, not as he backed me against the hard press of marble. Nowhere to go and no one to see us. Adrenaline pounded at my temples as his other hand took a hold of my other arm. I was as good as pinned by his body and his stare. I cocked my head, a subtle dare. The lift of my lips, only at one corner—come and get me.
“A distraction.”
Before I could make another comment, the small inch of space separating our bodies dwindled to nothing as he shoved himself on me, his lips bruising against mine as my whole body went limp with acceptance. Take, take from me for the good of our cause—a cause that suddenly outweighed all of my common sense once I’d convinced myself on the walk to the elevator that this form of distraction was exactly what he needed to keep himself on track. Not as though our plan benefited me in any way at all. Gave me an excuse. The excuse.
His tongue pushed against my mouth without invitation and I opened for his perusal knowing that, as his fingers tightened around me and pain spiked up to my shoulders, he wouldn’t give me a choice. Part of me—the beast, the anger—coiled inside me. An innate reaction to a predator as my hands slid up through his button down to have skin on skin. His first few buttons burst because I couldn’t get to him quick enough. I let myself dabble in the freedom of touch. In the longing for unshackled emotion of any kind—and my beast was sated, even as I yearned for more of him.
Our bodies molded together and he groaned in my mouth, easing his other hand to my left breast before he cupped me. His possessive touch was an electric shock to my system and I jerked against him. His laughter as he tugged my lower lip between his teeth and brought my nipple hard against his palm. A yearning unlike anything I’d ever acknowledged, nothing and everything shifted for me all at once as if a part of myself was merely waiting, dormant for the pleasure that would calm me and piece together my tormented puzzle.
When my fingers skimmed the line of his pants, he let out a satisfying hiss that made my panties damp as my stomach plummeted to my sensible heels. In kind, Omen brushed his thumb across my nipple, earning my small shift as if to get away from the torment despite the wall at my back. On the second pass, I did the next best thing. I left the teasing to amateurs. My hand slid past his pants and found his hard, long length hot against my palm. I squeezed him, unable to suppress a noise in the back of my throat that ricocheted inside my bones.
Omen moaned and mumbled something I couldn’t make out with the sound of my need pounding against my temples. As his hand moved from my bicep I tried to pinpoint his next move. Oh, so wrong. His nimble fingers tipped my head back with his tight grip in my hair so it stung enough to get my attention. He underestimated me. I wasn’t losing this battle.
Despite my small groan, lips partway open, eyes slit while I watched his expression flit from one emotion to the next. Nothing stopped my progress when my palm slid from the base of him to the tip, one hard, long slide that made him quake against me. He yanked my head back even further. His grip on my breast was relentlessly hard and he bared his teeth in a smile that rocked me to my core.
“You haven’t gone for the obvious point yet.” I struggled to exhale, every bit of me trembled, and my voice was gravely with lust.
“Unlike you, I don’t need to cheat.” He drew close to my cocked back head as our lips almost pressed together, our body heat mingling as he ground himself against my palm. “For another time.”
His light kiss caught me by surprise—but the swiftness with which he entangled from me must have hurt, as I was still very much attached to him. Even from practically across the room he showed no pain. Though his pants were a bit constricted at the fly and that bit of discomfort was enough of a hit for me that I was satisfied.
“I wasn’t distraction enough for you?”
“No, you were perfect. I simply can’t stand the idea of using you up so quickly. Even if I do want to fuck you into the wall behind your back until you can’t walk straight for a week. But a gentleman doesn’t tell his superior that, especially when she’s a lady of good breeding. So you think on that, and I’ll pretend I didn’t say it out loud. Wouldn’t want to give you any ideas you couldn’t handle.”
“I can handle far more than you know, little boy.”
“Oh, now, come on.” He gave me an incredulous, cocky look. “We both know I’m not little. The warmth tingling on your palm speaks for itself.”
Thankfully before I had the chance to lick my lips and tip my hand, the elevator’s telltale wind pushed us both a bit to the side. The car came to a standstill with barely a screech of effort and the golden, shimmering doors pulled back as I fought to regain some kind of composure. I was buzzed from the tips of my toes to the top of my scalp. It took everything in me to wipe the dopey grin off my face that would have proved it as I moved into the elevator car without another glance or word to Omen. I only knew he followed me because he greeted Hermes and told him to take us to the archival room.
Point. Set. Match.
And there would be no rematch.
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Bio: Elise Hepner lives with her husband and two eccentric cats in Maryland. She spends the majority of her free time in her basement office concocting smutty characters and sinful situations that leaves readers satisfied. When not writing, she researches everything from automatons in the 18th century to gladiatorial rules in Ancient Rome. She prides herself on being an avid information hound as well as a blog reading addict--which is her favorite way to procrastinate. Her previous publications include books and stories with Entangled, Excessica, Xcite, Ellora's Cave, Secret Cravings Publishing and Cleis Press.
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As always AAD is about the readers, and the amount of
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First, our amazing <u><i><b>Master of Ceremonies is none other than
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gargoyle, Levet on Friday</b></i>! Wanna know more? Check out the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/450532265077444/" target="_blank">FB group</a> where Alex
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Torquere and authors BA Tortuga and Julia Talbot will be
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How about Parties? This year we have a special event called
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hanging out with you to snack and chat! Wanna know what authors are involved?
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Masquerade Ball! This year it’s the SINS AND VIRTUES BALL! Are you a sin or a
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sponsored by the AAD Anachronistic Society! This will be an hour and a Half on
the famous GREEN in Charlotte (a half block from the hotel). It will be a
Costumed event (though Costumes are not required they are encouraged!) to
celebrate Gothic, Victorian, steampunk dark historical literature! Your hosts
will be: Sahara Kelly, Amanda McIntyre, Leanna Renee Hieber, A.L. Davroe and
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On Wed. Night,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> <b> </b></span><b>Join
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Book Party</b> will be open to start your con right! (If you have never done a
BDBP, you are MISSING out! You need to attend, Get your blind date book, find
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Thursday?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b>Panels</b> up
the wazoo, and the <b>Bookie Awards</b>----- goodies and books to be given out! <b>The
hangout with The GNO girls lead by CJ Ellisson and Boone Brux</b> for some crazy
fun! And if that wasn’t enough?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b>Readings
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authors</b>,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the <b>Cowboy Stampede party</b>, the
<b>Readers Mad Tea Party with Hildie McQueen</b>, <b>An after the bookies event with a
special publisher sponsor</b>, And <b>Jess Michaels’ Birthday extravaganza</b>!</div>
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be! All registrants get put in the hat for the welcome party prizes, and these
prizes are AMAZING! Breakfast with authors, Booze and Books, side trips to
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AAD will be giving away something really awesome to registrants…. Wanna know
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</div>Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-90329336864979474912014-04-02T10:00:00.000-04:002014-04-02T10:00:00.114-04:00Cover reveal for Make Damn Sure by S.A. Price<br />
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night of her life with a guy that was elusive as smoke. 10 years since she was
rocked, utterly. Every man since then has been lacking, and Nyx has been
chasing the devastation she felt since. No one compares to the one night only
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ago, one he’s paid for every day since. Nyx was too much of a sexy obsession,
and his pride demanded he take what was destined to be his, first, so that she
never forgot him. Now, his punishment is over, and with the opportunity
presenting itself to reconnect with the woman he burns for, his plans can
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Giving Up the Ghost: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Giving-Ghost-Shades-Red-Novel-ebook/dp/B00BHMNLN8">http://www.amazon.com/Giving-Ghost-Shades-Red-Novel-ebook/dp/B00BHMNLN8</a>
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</div>Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-43875258115820113472014-04-02T00:00:00.000-04:002014-04-02T00:00:00.895-04:00Full Throttle by Kerrianne Coombes<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span lang="EN-GB">Evernight April 4<sup>th</sup></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I am so excited to share this new book with you. Full
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all to meet Josh and Sammy. I enjoyed every moment of getting to know them—I
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determination and her life savings, Sammy buys the motorbike she has always
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Excited by speed, fast engines and leather wearing
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Desperate to ignore the mess her father has left
behind in the wake of his death, Sammy sets off looking for adventure.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">When Josh Grieve agrees to take his elder brothers bike-touring
group on a biking weekend, he expects to see the countryside from the perch on
his favorite Suzuki and the chance to kick back from his busy schedule.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">What Josh doesn’t expect is for his life to be turned
inside out by a timid, intelligent woman who rocks a set of bike leathers.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Thrown together by fate, twisted together by lust.
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Have you even slept yet?” he asked, his gaze
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Sammy swallowed and shook her head weakly. “No, not
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Sammy watched as he climbed onto the bed, his big
body making the mattress dip under his bulky weight. He threaded his arm under
her neck slowly and drew her into his arms. At first Sammy was stiff and
confused, but the more he stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head, the
more Sammy found she relaxed. The pain receded slightly, freeing up her mind
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“You don’t have to do this,” she said weakly, but
Josh just tightened his arm around her, making sure Sammy rested her cheek on
his chest. His heartbeat was a strong sound under her ear and Sammy reveled in
the heat his massive body gave off. They lay in silence for a couple of
minutes, and Sammy would have thought it would be awkward, but the way he held
her, gently, yet sure and strong, had Sammy sinking closer and closer to the
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“When I was a kid, I broke my arm.” Josh began,
breaking the lazy silence. His deep voice was a lovely rumble against her ear.
Sammy smiled and closed her eyes as she listened to him speak, the sound of his
words a balm to her nerves, a welcome distraction to her pain. “I was climbing
trees with my brother, and as usual, Tony was faster and better at it than me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Sammy chuckled at the image. Tony was a stocky,
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Josh huffed a small sound and stroked his hand idly
over Sammy’s arm. Sammy loved the feeling of his hot, calloused hand as it
petted her, the feeling was comforting … nice. She stayed still and kept her
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“You might laugh, sweetheart, but in his day, before
kids and a wife, Tony was the coolest lad in town.” Sammy smiled against his
chest, her mind slowly relaxing, the pain less, and all she could concentrate
on was the sound of Josh’s lovely, sexy voice. Especially when he uttered the
easy word, sweetheart. No one ever used an endearment for her, and she found
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“I heard how women ruin good men.” Sammy said
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Sammy heard the catch in Josh’s voice, and she
suddenly remembered what she’d been told about him being jilted last year. The
reminder sent a strange tense feeling through her body, leaving a cold pain in
her lungs. But Sammy, selfishly, didn’t want to ruin the only time she had ever
been comforted in such a nice way, so she changed the subject back to safer
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“So, how did you break it?” Sammy asked sleepily,
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Josh cleared his throat, but continued his gentle
stroking of her arm. He kissed the top of her head again and Sammy felt
tiredness swarm her mind. She yawned and sighed deeply, sleepiness making her
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Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-9623600121769636102014-03-25T08:00:00.000-04:002014-03-25T08:00:00.908-04:00Author Spotlight Jennifer Simpkins<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
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hasn’t come easy to Hadley Jameson. With her daughter away at college, she’s
decided to take time for herself and figure out what comes next. A cabin at
Wildflower Creek seems like the perfect place to spend some time alone and
gather her thoughts. But when she finds a strange man with sad eyes and a sexy
grin in her cabin, her vacation plans change.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Being
a firefighter, Ethan Crocker has seen some awful scenes play out, but none of
his training could prepare him for when he’s called on to save someone close to
home. When tragedy strikes, his life spirals out of control. After months of
living in a fog, he’s determined to get his life back on track and be happy
again. As luck would have it he finds a beautiful naked woman standing on the
patio of his cabin rental, giving him the perfect distraction. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">This wasn’t the first
time Ethan Crocker had seen a beautiful women. Take that back, a beautiful
semi-<i>naked</i> women. He just didn’t
expect to find one standing on the patio of the cabin he was renting with her
bikini bottoms off and working on her top. Her petite arms stretched around her
back and untied the last stitch of clothing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">It was one thing to see
a woman briefly changing clothes, with all intention of putting something else
on. This stranger outside seemed to enjoy being naked. After her top joined her
bikini bottoms on one of the chairs, she tossed her head back, face towards the
sky, with her arms spread out like a bird.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">A sharp ache throbbed
in his chest. He’d known another lively, free spirited woman. And it felt as
if, every time he thought about the loss in his life, the small dull ache hit
him all over again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Was the woman he was
staring at now, some kind of hippie? If so, that explained the whole being nude
outside part. But besides her being stripped down and acting a little off with
the “spreading her wings like a bird” thing, she didn’t look like a hippie to
him. He didn’t quite know what he was dealing with yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">It was wrong to stand
in the background and watch a woman when she thought she was alone. He felt as
if he was intruding on a private moment. But for obvious reasons, like he
hadn’t been with a woman longer than he cared to admit, and what he was staring
at now was borderline erotic, he literally couldn’t look in any other
direction. Because she was standing with her side to him, he could only make
out her profile. That was enough for him to figure out her body was gorgeous.
All that dark hair, that at the moment was in need of a brush, toned legs and
arms, flat stomach, small, but perky breasts that would fit perfectly in the
palm of his hand. Hell, even her small, perfectly shaped ears were turning him
on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Legs suddenly feeling heavy, feet planted to the linoleum floor, Ethan couldn’t
turn and retreat before the beautiful goddess glanced towards the sliding glass
door. She had to have seen him. The doors were big and wide, hiding nothing. He
also wasn’t trying very hard to be discreet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He watched as she
hurriedly searched the patio before grabbing a large towel jumbled up on a
table. She wrapped it around her body. It was then that her gaze landed on him
again, but this time something resembling fire blazed there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Shit,
shit, shit.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Who the hell are you?”
the mystery goddess demanded after she slid the glass doors open. She stomped
her way right up to him. “What are you doing in my cabin? And why were you
gawking at me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Her fierceness made him
actually fall back a step. It was the first time he’d moved his feet since he’d
caught sight of her outside. “Yours? I’m sorry, darling, but this is mine.” The
next two weeks had been booked in his name months ago. Number nine. He’d made
sure he got this specific cabin when he had made the reservation. “And I find
it hard to believe you don’t already know the answer to that last question.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Her brown eyes with a
hint of gold grew wide. “This place was booked for me a few days ago. I’ve been
here since Monday night.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">His attempt at flirting
either went unnoticed, or she was just choosing to ignore him. That was okay.
Her being pissed and wanting to get rid of him was for the best. He wasn’t at
Wildflower Creek to get tangled up in a woman. He was there for…what? To find
peace? Acceptance? To get his family off his back? Maybe he was just running.
Not knowing why he was there only proved he <i>needed</i>
to be there to figure it out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“It looks like we’re in
a bit of a situation, now doesn’t it?” He held out his hand to her. “I’m Ethan,
by the way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">With one hand gripping
the towel wrapped around her body, she extended a hand out, but not to greet
him. She snatched a spray can of sunblock off of the kitchen counter and held
it up at face level with the nozzle aimed at him. “I don’t know who you are. I
don’t know if you’re telling me the truth about this cabin being booked for you
too.” The finger she had placed on the trigger flinched. “But what I do know is
that you’re a pervert. I suggest you get out before—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Ethan gave a smirk. “If
I was a bad guy do you think a can of sunblock is going to save you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Do
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became a stay-at-home mom did she start to read romance. Her passion of reading
romance turned into another passion she had as a child—writing. One late night
of writing about sexy heroes and strong-willed heroines turned into two nights,
until seven months later she had written her first novel.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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in a small, Tennessee town with her supportive husband (whose dream is to be on
the cover of one of her books), a beautiful daughter, and two dogs who can’t
seem to get along. If she's not writing you can find her reading, hanging out
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Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-46002614069352184492014-02-12T00:00:00.000-05:002014-02-12T00:00:07.517-05:00Hump Day Hook<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hey all! I'm less than 3 weeks from my wedding and I might pass out. LOL, but I still have time for you guys and HDH. Since this is hot week I thought it best to post something from my published romance books. I introduce you to a little bit of Nash and Baylee from, Courageous Dare. This book is still my all time favorite of things I've written. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.<br />
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<b><u>Courageous Dare</u></b><br />
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gasped as he flipped them over. Hovering above her, he teased at her entrance.
She rolled her hips against his, hoping for friction. She wanted this man inside
her more than anything or anyone she had ever known.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><i>“I
need to feel you…please.” <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><i>She
rolled her hips again to prove her point, making him shudder. He leaned down
and kissed her deeply, pushing into her body. She threw her head back with a
gasp at how entirely he filled her.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><i>“Baylee…”
The way her name rolled off his tongue sounded right to her. “Jesus, you feel so
damn good.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><i>Nash
moved slowly, his hips rolling in tandem with hers. Brushing the hair away from
her face, her eyes met his, seeing much more than lust. She wasn’t sure what it
was, but the thought of never looking into his eyes again hurt her.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-1485702767529139812014-02-11T09:35:00.000-05:002014-02-11T09:35:14.580-05:00Author Lydia Michaels<div class="MsoNormal">
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{McCullough Mountain 3}<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Author: </span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Lydia
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Chaste is currently the #1 Bestseller <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">on the publisher’s site, <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"><a href="http://www.secretcravingspublishing.com/">www.secretcravingspublishing.com</a>
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Romance (graphic)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b>Kelly McCullough has
always gotten every woman he’s wanted. Of all the McCullough men, his charm and
magnetism is unmatched. However, there is one woman he cannot have.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Ashlynn Fisher is
everything Kelly McCullough is not. She is quiet, shy, and—above all—virginal.
After losing her heart to Kelly in grade school, no other man compares. Paths
cross and temperance is put to the test when Ashlynn decides it’s time for her
to find love. Kelly offers Center County’s sweetest brown-eyed girl all the
guidance he can, but finds himself in a situation he never expected to face.
Through chaste kisses and stolen secrets, his virility is tested and he must
learn what love truly means as his selfish ways are transformed in the face of
a selfless need to give her everything she wants.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">His
body nudged closer. She sucked in a breath and tried to focus on speaking, but
the press of him was incredibly distracting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“That’s
the…um…” She caught her breath. “Um…” Her eyes shut. What was the question? “I
can’t concentrate when you touch me,” she blurted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">He
didn’t move. His breath tickled the back of her neck, as the soft press of his
tongue traced over the curve leading to her shoulder. Her spine stretched as
her skin drew tight. His lips made a smooching sound. “Mmm, you taste like hard
work and sunshine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Kelly…”
she rasped, silently panting. Her insides vibrated so rapidly she worried she’d
shatter into a thousand pieces of flesh and bones. Never had anyone aroused her
the way he did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">He
nuzzled her ear with his nose. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are? The
glasses make me crazy. And I love the way your hair looks different every day.
You remind me of a little garden nymph.” The weight of his palms closed over
her baggy overalls, low on her hips, and she grew aware of every part of her
body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">His
lips sealed over her ear and she quivered, her body tightening and trembling.
Her hands gripped the edge of the worktable with her leather-clad fingers, her
knees turning unstable, as he proceeded to do wonderful things to her earlobe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">It
amazed her that he found her hair nice. She’d cut it off after she graduated,
finding the long locks dreadfully annoying. When her hair had been long it was
always in her face. And she wore glasses because contacts were too much trouble
with the dust from the gardens.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Oh
my goodness! Is that his tongue in my ear?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Her
knees buckled as he kissed over her racing pulse. Strong fingers dug into her
hips, massaging beneath her overalls deep into her flesh. His hands had slipped
into the gaping sides of her clothes where her tank top met the waist of her
panties. No one had ever touched her so intimately.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Let’s
go inside,” he whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Somehow
she managed to shake her head. “I…I need to finish this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Ashlynn…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">His
mouth. He had a wicked mouth. She formed some sort of response in her throat as
the tip of his finger toyed with the hem of her tank top next to her navel. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Please…let
me in,” he whispered as his tongue traveled over the slope of her shoulder,
each word an erotic tattoo on her flesh. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Her
feet shifted and his grip tightened. She whimpered. “Kelly, please…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">His
whisper had faded to a breath of words. “I want you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Her
hands closed over his, tightening, stilling his progress. Those last uttered
words returned some of her common sense. “If we go inside my work will never
get done.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">His
fingers squeezed. “Do you know how many fantasies I’ve had about you? The
things I could do to you without breaking your vow…” His touch never traveled,
but the teasing chills escaping his whirling fingers seemed to go right to her
breasts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Baiting
temptation, she breathed out a question she had no business asking. “Like
what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Mmm.
I could spend days stripping you, unveiling every bit of flesh, anointing each
square inch of skin with soft kisses. Only kissing, Ashlynn, but I’d kiss you <i>everywhere.</i>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Holy
Hannah, she needed to put some space between them. They hadn’t discussed
boundaries and the line of her virtue was becoming more blurred by the second.
Her breath stuttered out of her lungs as his mouth teased over her pulse. She
wanted to know what such kisses would feel like, but feared her control would
break.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“No
naked.” Incapable of forming complete sentences, it was the best she could do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Touching?”
he whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Oh,
God. She wanted to feel his touch, know what it was to be caressed by those
strong fingers holding her now. She whimpered. Her promise had never been this
difficult. There had never been such a temptation as Kelly and, now, with his
hands playing over untried parts of her body, came a nagging desire for relief.
“I should say no.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“But?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Maybe.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">His
front pressed into her bottom and her neck gave out, drooping her head to his
broad shoulder. He growled and his mouth sealed to her throat, his hand sifting
under the front of her overalls and holding her stomach, fingers splayed wide,
pressing her into his hard form. “So fucking sexy, Ashlynn.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Kelly…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“I
want to go inside.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">He
was already inside, inside of her head, in her blood, thrumming through her
veins, inside every breath filling her lungs. She worried she could die from
such over stimulation. She’d never survive sex, at least not with this man. But
that was off the table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Her
muscles contracted and strange urges had her body fluttering in unfamiliar
ways. It was too much. “No more,” she pleaded and he froze.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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took him a second to answer. “Okay.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">His
hand slithered out from under her overalls and he stepped away. She caught her
breath and wiped the back of her glove over her heated cheek. She was probably
as red as a bell pepper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She
desperately searched for her bearings, but Kelly seemed fine. From the corner
of her eye, she watched him slip his gloves back on and pick up the sanding
block as she quietly panted. The longing inside of her had transformed into a
painful ache. Her throat was thirsty, parched. Yet water did nothing to quench
her yearning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Kelly
worked with precision and efficiency. Her concentration was crap. Every move
she made was deliberate and clumsy, but Kelly proved to be a master carpenter.
She suspected he wanted to be done with the chore and that scared her, because
the moment they finished she’d have to come up with another distraction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">The
echo of the nail hammering into the wood rattled through the air. “How far can
we go, Ashlynn?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Her
hand stilled. Her gaze focused on the head of the nail she’d been about to
hammer into the wood. Swallowing repetitively, she struggled to find the honest
answer, but the truth seemed to abandon her in that moment. “I don’t know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Award winning author, Lydia
Michaels, writes all forms of hot romance. She presses the bounds of love and
surprises readers just when they assume they have her stories figured out. From
Amish vampyres, to wild Irishmen, to broken heroes, and heroines no man can
match, Lydia takes readers on an emotional journey of the heart, mind, and soul
with every story she pens. Her books are intellectual, erotic, haunting, always
centered on love. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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from readers! She can be contacted by email at </span><a href="mailto:Lydia@LydiaMichaels.org"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Lydia@LydiaMichaels.org</span></a><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">As Tears Go By<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Simple Man<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Breaking Perfect<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">To Catch a Wolfe<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Calling for a Miracle<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Destiny Calls<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Call Her Mine<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Hello!! I am taking a moment to bring you a little bit of my WIP. I'm slap in the middle of last minute wedding planning so I hope you enjoy this. LOL. So I give you a little Hannah and Jaxon romance. Keep in mind this is a YA.<br />
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<br />Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-57056907515601084502014-01-22T00:00:00.000-05:002014-01-22T00:00:05.614-05:00Hump Day Hook<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello all, I've decided to get back in the swing of things. This week is action so I thought I'd share a little piece of my work in progress.<br />
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sound of the Hollow’s moans was all Hannah cold hear other than horrified
screams of the people of Haven. The three of them killed Hollow after Hollow.
Thankfully, Hannah spotted her father and several other townspeople also making
a dent in the horde. It was midday so everyone had been in the town square
doing their part. That’s why the Hollows had honed in on the center of town.
Suddenly, Hannah was overwhelmed with the same pain she’d felt when Angie and
Joshua had been bitten. She crumpled over and screamed.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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Jaxon caught her before she hit the ground. “Hannah what’s wrong?”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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are bitten.” Hannah gasped for breath, but none would come. “The sickness is
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Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-53221870179929358532013-10-23T06:20:00.001-04:002013-10-23T06:20:29.312-04:00Hump Day Hook<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: magenta;">Hello people...it's been a while. Sorry for that, but I've been in writer mode for some time and am finally at a point where I think I can finish this damn book. I thought I'd share a little piece from it with you. This is not the cover for the book just a visual image for you.</span><br />
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seven years old, Hannah didn’t understand what the emergency broadcast meant
when it blared through the television. The sight of people running and
screaming in panic didn’t register in her young mind. She remembered her mother
covering her eyes when something came on the TV she shouldn’t see. Her father
stayed on the phone and in his combat uniform, always at the ready. The sights
on the TV were one thing, but when the screams started ripping through the air
right outside her home, Hannah started to panic.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-70604341634247857892013-10-04T00:00:00.000-04:002013-10-04T00:00:01.112-04:00End of Summer BlogHop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlbyGFQgGx4n7cgXhhCbk1trWbi3PT3HfDDBrbYIPa3Bb2m1QWFqA2BhE_aELXP51bMCh9rv-2ckK7XRpganJAo3fvn5jQ7TJWG0_lcOJs032GFIk-n3pBaLSjhT0K25cPDInxnNwQ862/s1600/GravityBeachlg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlbyGFQgGx4n7cgXhhCbk1trWbi3PT3HfDDBrbYIPa3Bb2m1QWFqA2BhE_aELXP51bMCh9rv-2ckK7XRpganJAo3fvn5jQ7TJWG0_lcOJs032GFIk-n3pBaLSjhT0K25cPDInxnNwQ862/s320/GravityBeachlg.jpeg" width="213" /></a>Fall is upon us and I couldn't be more excited about it. Let me tell you why. For one I live in the south...and it's hot! I'm a cold weather kind of girl so when the temperature starts to drop I celebrate. Another reason I love fall is, and this is totally going to make me sound like a loser but hey...I don't care, the TV line up. We have The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, and my ultimate favorite show...The Walking Dead. Yes, I am a zombie lover. Along with the awesome TV shows and the cooler temps, I also get to wear my hoodies. And anyone who knows me knows I love my hoodies! So there ya go folks, my reasons for absolutely loving fall! Comment below and leave your email address for a chance to win a copy of Gravity Beach (Courage Series #2)<br />
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Lacie Nationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14223767832962291502noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796459012626307786.post-82596109027345963082013-09-16T06:20:00.000-04:002013-09-16T06:42:06.765-04:00Kerrianne Coombes Cover Reveal Sleeping Beauty and the Damned Demon (Demon Tales book 5)<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="color: white;"><b><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;">Tricked at a
young age by a witch into handing over the kingdom’s key, Rhand lives his life
searching for what was taken from him. Alone, bitter and determined, Rhand
allows nothing and no one to get in his way.</span></b><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><b><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;">Ruthless
beyond measure, Rhand will fulfill his promise to his people, or die trying.</span></b><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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in a human institution, accused of madness, Selma has no hope of escaping.
Cursed with sleep that steals most of her life, Selma is wasting away, starved
of light, love and happiness.</span></b><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><b><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;">When a dark
stranger, with frightening eyes secrets her away in the night, Selma can
scarcely imagine the world he belongs to.</span></b><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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compares to the power that lies inside the sleeping beauty.</span></b></div>
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Hello, how is everyone? It's that time again. I'm giving away a copy of Gravity Beach (Courage Series book 2) This is the summer give away blog hop and I'm supposed to tell you why I love summer time. The truth is...I don't like summer. LOL...I live in Georgia so it's freaking HOT. I hate being hot. There's only so much you can take off...well within the law anyway...so normally I'm miserable. Fall/winter is my time of the year. Anyway, here is a snip-it from Gravity Beach.<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“You have no right to say that to me, and then walk away. You
don’t know me!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“I want to though, but I’m not willing to be pulled in and pushed
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Jolie was soaked to the bone and shivering, but she held firm as
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“He died!” The words exploded out her. Shock filled David’s
expression followed by what looked like guilt. “I pull and push because I have
no idea what I’m doing. I like you David, but if I think about letting you in
just a little, I see his face in my head.” She started sobbing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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she almost didn’t hear him.</span><br />
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Hello all, sorry I missed last week. I've been trying to get a new book started and it always gives me a hard time in the beginning. Anyhoo, I've got a good start so I thought I'd play this week. I think I will give you all a little piece of it and see what you think. It's a young adult novel so there is nothing steamy in it. Sorry to disappoint! LOL here you go. This is from the first book in my future State of Decay series, The Deadlands. It's a zombie book cause we all know zombies rule! Well, unless they are trying to eat your face off...then all bets are off. This is NOT the cover because the book is still in the works, but I did make this to give you a visual!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Sadly,
the glass only vibrated, but didn’t shatter the way she would’ve liked.
Apparently they learned a lesson from the last time they put her in this room.
Her anger grew as did the power within her. She felt her insides heat up and
when she glanced at her reflection, she saw her hazel eyes spark a strange
orange color. Her hands fisted tightly. The lean muscles in her arms coiled as
she fought against the foreign power inside her. Sarah started shaking as she
tried to calm down. Her temper was the reason she was stuck in the stupid room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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So as you can see, Sarah is a little badass. I hope you like this because it's a ball to write. Let me know what you think!</div>
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Wow...it's been weeks since I have been able to do a HDH post. I'm simi back to normal so I signed up this week. Anyhoo...I won't keep you waiting any longer. I give you a bit of Jolie and David from Gravity Beach! Because I've been absent here is a little smexy time.<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">David ghosted his fingertips down the back of her arms, over her
hips, and finally to the back of her thighs leaving chill bumps in his wake. He
gripped her legs and lifted her easily off the floor. She felt small and
breakable in his massive arms, but somehow in her heart, she knew he would
treat her with care. She held onto him tightly as he took two steps to the bed,
placed one knee on the bed, and gently lay her down on her back. Jolie liked
the weight of David against her as he hovered over her, poised.</span></div>
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Hello everyone! It's been a while. Below you'll find a snipit from my latest release, Gravity Beach!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlbyGFQgGx4n7cgXhhCbk1trWbi3PT3HfDDBrbYIPa3Bb2m1QWFqA2BhE_aELXP51bMCh9rv-2ckK7XRpganJAo3fvn5jQ7TJWG0_lcOJs032GFIk-n3pBaLSjhT0K25cPDInxnNwQ862/s1600/GravityBeachlg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlbyGFQgGx4n7cgXhhCbk1trWbi3PT3HfDDBrbYIPa3Bb2m1QWFqA2BhE_aELXP51bMCh9rv-2ckK7XRpganJAo3fvn5jQ7TJWG0_lcOJs032GFIk-n3pBaLSjhT0K25cPDInxnNwQ862/s320/GravityBeachlg.jpeg" width="213" /></a><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Finally, she pulled into her driveway and killed the engine. She’d
held her emotions in since seeing the soldier hug his daughter and she couldn’t
do it anymore. The floodgates opened and she sobbed hard as she rested her
forehead against the steering wheel. Her heart hammered against her rib cage as
she let it all out. Visions of Ethan ran on repeating through her mind.
Memories she had buried deep because they hurt too much to think about. Their
early morning fishing trips on the lake. The trail rides he’d taken her on
during the sweltering hot Georgia summers so they could swim in the pond.
Memories of his hands on her, his lips pressed against her neck, and the way
his body felt against hers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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What's up people?! I'm back from the sick and have a nice little bit from Silent Tears for you. Hope you like a little Brax and Cam.<br />
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know you have secrets.” He softened his tone as he took a step closer to her
and placed his hands on her jaw, cradling her face. “I can see the pain in your
eyes, Cam. I’m not blind and I’m not stupid. I know you’re hiding something
from me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Please.
Don’t push me into to talking about something you’re not ready to hear.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Brax
dropped his forehead to hers and took a deep breath. “Is it because you’re
being forced to marry me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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words were on the tip of her tongue clawing at her lips to be set free. All she
had to do was tell him what had happened to her, what the Mankato’s were using
to manipulate her family. How, once again, she was being forced to do something
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