tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75734468848863303512024-02-19T08:27:44.155-08:00Charisma Knight Erotic Romance AuthorAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14551958106945792187noreply@blogger.comBlogger233125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573446884886330351.post-89723258360114263802015-07-17T13:16:00.000-07:002015-12-07T10:46:26.466-08:00Where In The World Is Charisma?LOL It's been a minute since I've blogged or sent a newsletter. I'm currently working on a Rock anthology with 9 other authors. In between writing that, I'm working on a self published story that will hopefully be released around mid August. <i>Hopefully! It's called Michael Blue Eyes.</i><br />
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Today I plan to submit several previously published titles to my publisher, Evernight. Ensnared and The Last Tour are no longer available, as the publisher has decided to revert all rights to every author. I had a great time with both stories, but now I can tweak, and re-adjust everything. As much as I enjoy self publishing, it feels great to sit back and have someone else create your cover art, take care of editing, formatting, and all that good stuff, and Evernight is awesome. I just wish I had more time to write my stories. Other businesses/projects take away from my writing, but it's all good. I enjoy freelancing and wouldn't trade it for the world.<br />
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Just for the record, I've been working on sequels to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Helenas-Demon-Charisma-Knight-ebook/dp/B00SI794C2/ref=sr_1_13?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1437171940&sr=1-13&refinements=p_27%3ACharisma+Knight">Helena's Demon</a> and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Katrina-Romance-Go-Charisma-Knight-ebook/dp/B00P37KU1O/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1437171940&sr=1-1&refinements=p_27%3ACharisma+Knight">Lucinda</a>. <br />
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Now, I wrote several months ago how I wanted to expand my books. I enjoy writing short stories, but I'm not striving to bang out 2 or 3 per month. I do plan to follow up on stories like Demetri's Woman, The Black Dragon Series, and Raven's Falls series, but this will be a little later in the year. <br />
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My upcoming tale is Michael Blue Eyes, and sweet Lord, this story has been in the making since 2013 I think? But it's coming along.<br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Welcome to Paranormal Love Wednesdays blog hop. This is my first time participating in this weekly blog hop featuring paranormal stories. Vampires, witches, and werewolves....oh My! This hop is open to authors and writers who's work is unpublished or published. Works in progress are also welcome, some come and join in on the fun to check out some fun and exciting stories. Authors sign up at <a href="http://paranormallovewednesdays.blogspot.com/2015/04/paranormal-love-wednesdays-sign-up-for.html?zx=ade83a0205296351">Clare Dargin's Blog.</a></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Dehlia Lee McQueen piled her shoulder length tightly coiled hair on top of her head and gave herself another glimpse in the mirror. Her long black lashes formed a luscious veil over her brown eyes. The dusky shade of eye shadow with a hint of silver flecks highlighted the gold shimmery shadow above it. The liquid eyeliner she used adorned her almond shaped eyes while the berry blush made her cheekbones stand out.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Perfect.” She purred before removing the red silk robe and donning a black leather bustier with a matching black skirt that stopped just above the knee. She pulled the zipper up in the middle of the form fitting bustier and gave her bosoms a slight push upward. Now she was ready to blow off some steam at Club Ravenous far on the other side of town. After being fired by Niall over a week ago, she fully immersed herself in McQueen magic to keep busy--to keep herself from initiating contact with him. She needed some way to forget about her love interest and move along with her life.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Unfortunately, she noticed that magic was not her forte and felt something was missing. She even toyed around with casting a spell to completely remove Niall from her heart and mind, but Jasmine had warned her this could somehow backfire on her. McQueen magic couldn’t be her destiny and all she had to offer as a witch and a person. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">A knock jolted her from her thoughts and her cousin, Jasmine’s voice filtered in through the oak double doors. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Dehlia, girl, are you ready?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Dehlia slipped several gold bangles on her left wrist and her delicate gold designer watch on the other. “Just a moment,” she chimed before securing the ruby pendent on a gold chain around her neck. With a sigh of satisfaction, she walked over to the door and opened it. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Jasmine rushed in with a large smile on her face. “Oh, look at you.” She closed the doors behind her and leaned against the wall. “You’re going to knock em dead girlie!”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Thank you for suggesting we get out for a while. You’re right, I do need a break.” Dehlia returned to her gold trimmed vanity mirror and picked up her favorite fuchsia lipstick and carefully applied it.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You’re looking pretty awesome there, yourself cuz,” she observed with a smile. Jasmine sported a knee length black and red designer dress and a black bolero jacket and knee length patent leather boots. Usually the young woman pulled her hair up into a topknot bun, but tonight, her long wavy tresses rained past her shoulders. Her dark brown skin glinted with a hint of golden makeup.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Well, we’ve both been hitting the books pretty hard. Tobias is a slave driver, never letting up.” Jasmine smiled, flashing her perfectly white teeth. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“He means well, he just wants us to be prepared since he is an advanced witch.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I can’t wait until I’m at Rose’s level. Hey, enough talk about witchery. Are you trying to replace Niall with another?” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“How’d you know?” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“It’s written all over your face. Girl, you’re on the rebound.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“The possibilities are endless, but I wish I could easily erase Niall from my mind,” Dehlia stated boldly. “He really hurt me last week, Jasmine and I just need to forget about him, even if it’s only temporary.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Are you secretly trying to make Niall jealous?” Jasmine’s heels clicked against the shiny wooden floors of Dehlia’s chambers as she walked over to her. “I know you’re upset over him but have you tried to contact him?” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Dehlia sighed and in agitation, tapped her French-manicured nails against her vanity. “Between me and you, I’m furious at the fucker.” She turned, put a hand on her hip and paced the floor.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“How dare he fire me for something I had no control over. And further more, why should I contact him? He’s the one who booted me out of his life.” A pain resonated across her chest at the episode in Niall’s office. That night, she’d returned home and stormed into her chambers, but Jasmine was just going to bed and without thinking, she poured her heart out. “Thanks for lending an ear, I really needed to talk to you, and I’m not sure if Rose would have understood me.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“It’s okay,” Jasmine assured her. “But should you really give up on him without a fight? I know he’s a vampire, but you’re in love with him babe.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I don’t want to think about this because it hurts to much Jasmine.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Fine. But, surely your paths will cross again. If so, what will you do? You can’t avoid the man forever. I’m telling you, I’m sensing we’ll run into him tonight. Are you looking to bed him down if you too somehow are able to patch things up? You know what will happen if you allow him to feed on you.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Yes, I’m aware of Clara’s curse and it got me thinking last week.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Jasmine sucked in a breath. “About what? How to lift it? Girl, you’re crazy if that’s what you were thinking.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Look, it hurts like hell and I want some semblance of a normal life without a stupid curse hanging over my head. I’ve liked Niall for years now and I’ve always put those feelings off because of McQueen destiny. It’s up to me to think for myself.” She held her head down for a few seconds and quickly looked at her cousin. “Even if it means giving up my powers. Oh Jasmine, if I still have a chance with him, then yes, I’ll give up my powers. But I’m not going to pursue him.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You’re letting pride stand in the way. Why go to the club, just go and see him.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Dehlia shook her head stubbornly. “Yup, I guess I am stubborn. Let him pursue me.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Uh-uh, the easy way out. So if he doesn’t come to you first, then you have nothing to worry about, right?” The young witch frowned.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“C’mon Jasmine, lay off.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I know you better than you know yourself.” Jasmine teased. “Maybe you’re banking on him showing up at the club—to make him jelly. Um-hmmm.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Dehlia nudged her cousin with a smile. “Stop.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Yeah, see that? I knew it!” So, say we do run into him and let’s say you succeed in your little campaign of getting him jealous. You bed him—then what, genius? You know what will happen.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I’ll cross that bridge if and when I get to it,” Dehlia admitted with a sigh.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Jasmine shook her head stubbornly. “You’re hoping it will.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I haven’t been truly happy in years. Niall’s a vampire, I’m a McQueen; you can’t help who you fall in love with. When I’m with him---He makes me feel so much, like a longing that’s being satisfied. I don’t know if you can understand what I’m trying to say.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Yes, I think I do. He’s possibly your anchor, your soul mate, like Rose and Storm are soul mates. Clara and Micah too. Even so, you know the consequences. Are you prepared to take them on if this comes to pass?” Jasmine asked. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“At this point in my life--yes.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Does he know about your secret?” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Jasmine’s words were like ice water washing over her. Dehlia sucked her teeth, a little nervous habit she’d picked up since the Blood Moon. “Let’s not go there.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Listen, if you two have another chance, he should know before the two of you have sex. I mean, I’ve had my doubts about you and him, but you’re my cousin so I want to help you any way I can.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She smiled. “That means a lot to me, it really does. If only Rose felt the same.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Everyone has their opinions on the matter,” Jasmine explained, “It’s no big deal, so let’s go. It’s eight o’clock and everyone else is either out and about or asleep.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Rose and Storm?” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I haven’t seen them since yesterday.” Jasmine told her. “They’re probably off on one of their romantic getaways. And they really deserve one. I think she’s finally learned the meaning of balance, and Storm sure as hell has been looking very happy these days.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Good, I don’t need Rose sticking her nose in my business.” Dehlia walked over and opened her walk-in closet. She bit her lip as she plucked her best pair of thigh high leather boots with the gold tips from the shelf and flopped on her black velvet Chaise Lounge to put them on.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“She’s only looking out for your best interest,” Jasmine reminded her gently. “She and Storm put up a hell of a fight.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“We all put up a hell of a fight. Tonight I’m partying until the sun comes up.” Dehlia zipped the last boot and slipped into her black leather jacket. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Who’s driving?” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I will.” Dehlia snickered. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Awesome! I’m planning on having a few drinks too.” Jasmine chortled. “And if we both get smashed, we’ll just call a taxi.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Sounds like a plan to me.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Cool, let’s blow this joint.” Jasmine entwined her arm around her cousins’ and they headed down to the garage.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Chapter Two</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Dehlia and Jasmine maneuvered their way through the crowd of Club Ravenous, the most prestige club in Raven’s Falls. Immediately Dehlia was filled with a euphoric feeling as she stalked through the sea of writhing bodies. Her heart pumped in time with the heavy beat of the music. Men made eye contact with her, some winking, and others, stopping dead in their tracks in awe of she and Jasmine’s presence.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You’d think they’d never seen a witch before,” Jasmine snickered.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Sensing what the men were thinking, gave Dehlia a boost of confidence, but deep down she’d never give them the chance. There was only one man she wanted tonight, and she couldn’t find him anywhere. Regret hung heavy in her chest because she’d expected to find Niall here since he’d fired her. At least she hoped he’d be here.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">The two women made their way over to the blue glass neon bar. Mirrors decorated the place, giving it a three dimensional appeal. Expensive spirits sat on glass shelves in the middle, and the blue glass extended in a triangle. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Couples sat around the bar, drinking and dry humping one another, and there were a few lonely souls scattered about, drowning their sorrows or staring whimsically at the several large flat screen televisions perched in the ceilings. The people around the bar stopped and nodded at the McQueen witches before tending to their business. Several bartenders worked the bar, two males and a female. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“It’s absolutely gorgeous in here,” Jasmine said breathlessly as they perched themselves in the black leather stools. “We really should get out more, don’t you think.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You don’t say.” Dehlia looked around at the décor. “It’s a shame we’ve been so focused on our craft over the years.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">One of the bartenders with long raven hair and a five o’clock shadow approached them. “What are you ladies drinking tonight?” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Jasmine flashed her pearly whites. “I’ll have a Buttery Nipple.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Good choice,” the bartender said in a dark husky growl before extending his hand to Dehlia. “My name is Decker.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Hello. I’m Jasmine. Do you greet all the patrons in this manor?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“No, you just so happened to capture my attention,” Decker grinned. “It’s an honor to have McQueen witches here at Club Ravenous. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“And this is my cousin, Dehlia.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Nice to meet you,” Decker glanced quickly at Dehlia and smiled before returning his gaze to Jasmine. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Dehlia watched in amusement as the bartender’s gaze settled on her cousin’s breasts. “And I’ll take a Cosmopolitan, if you don’t mind.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Of course.” Decker nodded. “I’ll have your drinks to you in a moment,” he said softly and cast Jasmine another appreciative look before walking off. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Ah, looks like someone has a fan.” Dehlia teased.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“He is cute.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“He’s a roughneck.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“And a griffin.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Yes, I saw the gold amulet around his neck. There aren’t many griffins in Raven’s Falls though. I’ll need to read up on their history one day.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“A man who works with his hands and mates for life peeks my interest.” Jasmine said in husky tone. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“How’d you know his hands were calloused?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Dehlia, that’s the first thing I look for in a man. I’ve always been attracted to the blue collared gentleman.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“At least he’s not a vampire.” Dehlia’s shoulders slumped as she thought about Niall.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Aw, honey. Cheer up. We’re not here to drown our sorrows, we’re here to celebrate.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Decker returned, setting their drinks down in front of them. “For cousin Dehlia, he said with a smile, and for the lovely Jasmine.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Dehlia could feel the attraction between her cousin and the griffin and smiled. “Thanks Decker.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You’re welcome. Is there anything else I can get you? </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“No, we’re good. I’m not all that hungry.” Dehlia admitted.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Are you sure? We can put on a couple of steaks, or maybe some seafood?” Decker pushed a few menus in their direction. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“We’ll think about it,” Jasmine told him. “Thank you, Decker.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I’ll be back to check on you ladies in a few, “Decker said with a smile before leaving to wait on other patrons.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Oh damn. He really likes you, Jasmine.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I know. I wonder what his story is?” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Why don’t you find out?” Dehlia took a few sips of her drink and surveyed the club. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Don’t want to be too forward. I think I’ll let him pursue me,” Jasmine wiggled her eyebrows and sipped her drink. She swiveled the stool around to gaze at the crowded dance floor. “See anything you like?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Well, there are many eligible bachelors here in Raven’s Falls.” Dehlia checked out the dance floor and recognized many of the townspeople, many of whom were lion, dragon, and jaguar shifters. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">In the midst of it all, Dehlia set her sights on a tall, buff blond haired man who was similar in appearance to Niall. Like her love interest, this man was dressed in black suit and tie with the exception of his hair, which hung a bit longer than Niall’s. He caught her looking and raised his glass to her. “There’s a prospect.” She continued studying the man as he stalked through the crowd, all the while, keeping his gaze on her. But there was another presence that caught her attention.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Jasmine nudged her. “He’s coming over—oh shit. Guess who else is here?” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I know, Niall’s here.” Dehlia stole a glimpse at the vampire. He’d even dyed his hair to a dark brown. Before she could speak, the blond stranger was standing in front of her. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“What are you drinking, sweetheart?” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">The voice was an octave lower than Niall’s. He eyed her with piercing hazel eyes that promised only a night of gratuitous sex—nothing more. He was a handsome man, but at such a close distance, she had to admit to herself he was nothing like Niall. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">At least with the vampire, there was familiarity, warmth, and kindness between them. This man seemed so cold---and predatory, yet his sexual appeal radiated heavily from him. She sensed something else about him too, but couldn’t put her finger on it. She was about to send him along his merry way when she looked to her right and caught Niall scowling at her. The vampire leaned against a glass pillar, almost daring her to talk to the stranger. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Cosmopolitan.” She snatched her gaze away from Niall looked up at the man and licked her lips. If she was going to play this game, she had to play it cool. Niall needed to be taught a lesson and after the treatment she received in his office, he deserved what he got.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Decker strolled up and the stranger ordered. “A Cosmopolitan and another whiskey.” Decker nodded and fetched the drinks. “I’m Kohl,” he said as he pulled the stool next to her a little closer and sat down. “So----what brings you here tonight?” His gaze cut her to the quick, but she wouldn’t let it show. She looked up just in time to see her cousin’s warning glare. Something was off and Jasmine simply shook her head. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Just having some fun with my cousin,” Dehlia admitted. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I see.” Kohl narrowed his eyes and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Come dance with me. After that, we can go back to my place and fuck until the sun rises---witch.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">An icy, erotic chill surrounded her and she suddenly realized this to be a huge mistake, but with Niall watching in the distance, she couldn’t help but to put on a show. “But we’re getting ready to leave soon, so---“</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Kohl’s eyes spoke his disapproval. “You were so ready to throw yourself at me,” he said with a sly smile. “Can’t a witch and a demon have a little fun together?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Leave this club or we’ll banish you now.” Dehlia promised, her heart pounded painfully against her chest. She’d been so busy trying to make Niall jealous she hadn’t realized she’d attracted a demon. Oh no. Another demon in Raven’s Falls?</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“And put so many lives at risk?” Kohl said with a snort. “I’d love to see you give it a go.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">For the first time in her life, fear held Dehlia in its cruel gasp as she studied the bar. She glanced over at Niall who stood with his arms folded across his chest, giving her one hell of an eye gazing. He’d been staring at them the entire time. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Meet me in the parking lot in five,” Dehlia whispered and winked at him. “I’ll give you a night you won’t forget.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“That’s what I’m talking about. Didn’t know you McQueen witches were so easy,” he said with a husky laugh before rising to his feet. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">When the demon left, Jasmine and Dehlia stared at each other. “This was a mistake, I’m so stupid,” Dehlia opened her purse and flung some cash on the bar for Decker. “Keep the change,” she muttered quickly as she and Jasmine left the bar. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You were too hasty,” Jasmine whispered, but it’s okay. No harm done.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Rose would kill me if she found out.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Ignoring the vampire, Dehlia walked past him until he grabbed her by the arm. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“What the hell were you doing?” Niall asked, his lips set in a harsh line. His cerulean eyes blazed his anger. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Get the hell off me, Niall.” She snatched away from his grasp and continued following Jasmine through the crowd and out of the entrance. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Didn’t know he was a demon, did you?” Niall called from behind them. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“He’s not the only demon in our midst,” Dehlia bit back sharply. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You wound me,” Niall said with a chuckle.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Kohl appeared in front of them, his arms folded and his eyes glowing. “Two McQueen witches,” he said with a matter of factedly smile. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“We don’t have time for this,” Dehlia said.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I’m here to strike a bargain with you,” Kohl said in an icy tone. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“We don’t work with demons,” Jasmine folded her arms. “Don’t know how you got into Raven’s Falls, but we’re going to send your ass packing back to the void.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Kohl held up a hand. “No, wait! There’s something you should know—A powerful warlock is after you.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“What?” Jasmine’s high pitch shriek broke the silence of the parking lot.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“He’s back from the dead and if you don’t act now—“</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“What’s in it for us?” Niall sneered.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You’ll live.”</span></span></div>
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Today's hop is all about our characters sharing a smoking hot kiss. Now, this kiss can be slow and sensual, or a hungry, I can't wait to rip your clothes off simmering hot kiss!! LOL Today I'm featuring Lydia and Bjorn from Denying Bjorn, Book 2 of my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=series_rw_dp_labf?_encoding=UTF8&field-collection=Pyreer%20Series&url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text">Pyreer Series. </a><br />
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She shivered in anticipation as she listened to the waves crashing against the beach. This</div>
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heart almost stopped when she felt Bjorn’s hand reach for hers.</div>
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Stifling a moan in her throat, and trying to ignore the hardening of her nipples, she</div>
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spoke. “It sure is a beautiful night, isn’t it?” she murmured as she gazed up into the sky.</div>
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Resting beneath a myriad of thin clouds, the half-moon beckoned to her. She always</div>
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Bjorn looked up as well while squeezing her hand. “Yes, so beautiful. Nights like these</div>
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help to clear the mind, especially when you have someone to share them with.” He looked</div>
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down at her before stopping in his tracks. Seemingly mesmerized, he pulled her gently</div>
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against his hard body, leaving her breathless.</div>
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Lydia found herself staring up at the tall man as he looked down at her. Helpless, she</div>
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was drawn into his sights and relaxed against his taut body. Warmth heated her loins, and</div>
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wetness soon followed as a warm breeze caressed them both. She inhaled the intoxicating</div>
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richness of his scent. The strong, spicy aroma mixed with pure, unadulterated male</div>
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infiltrated her senses as she closed her eyes.</div>
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“Kiss me,” she demanded. She needed this, needed him. His presence was like a breath</div>
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of fresh air. A few months back she hadn’t anticipated on finding someone so soon. She was</div>
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taking a chance and it didn’t scare her.</div>
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“Ah, babe,” she heard him say just before bending down and crushing his lips against</div>
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hers.</div>
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This was what she’d been wanting all along. She welcomed the gentleness, compassion,</div>
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which was quite the opposite of what Lars had shown her. Lydia opened her eyes, only to</div>
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meet his intense gaze.</div>
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His tongue slipped through her lips, seeking out and conquering hers. Together, their</div>
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bodies molded as one, they succumbed to this long-overdue passionate moment. She stood</div>
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on the tips of her toes, reveling in the moment. She needed more of him, she decided as she</div>
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ground herself against the large bulge forming in his slacks and wrapped her arms around his</div>
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body. His cock pressed against her tummy as their kisses crested.</div>
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Soon, Bjorn broke the connection, pressing his forehead against hers. “Doll, you really</div>
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getting late.”</div>
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She nudged him regretfully and gyrated against his throbbing cock. “You’re such a</div>
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damned tease, Bjorn.” She wanted to take things slow, but her burning body demanded to</div>
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be beneath his, writhing in passionate play until the sun rose.</div>
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She’d realized some things since they’d been together tonight. Lydia’s heart ached at the</div>
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sleep alone. Could she succumb to much-needed sleep after being with this man who</div>
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awakened something deep within her?</div>
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“I’m trying to be good, but you . . .” Bjorn breathed against her ear. “You’re making this</div>
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hard for me.”</div>
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Lydia snickered. “You know, I could easily use that against you.”</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14551958106945792187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573446884886330351.post-46384914876105126872015-03-17T12:58:00.001-07:002015-03-17T12:58:34.700-07:00I'm Still Writing!Hey there. I know it's been a while since I've been posting on social media, etc. I've had several authors and some readers write and ask if I'm still around. Um yessss. LOL I've been releasing books, although they are re-releases. <br />
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Which leads me to another question I've been asked. Why am I releasing previously published books? Well, I saw the potential to expand on a few of my previously published writings from various publishers. There are books I've re-read and taken reader reviews into consideration about fleshing out my characters, and expanding plots.<br />
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Most, if not all of my books are paranormal with some contemporary and futuristic pieces tossed in. I started off writing paranormal, with vampires being my main theme, but that market is saturated. I still enjoy writing some vampire books, but as you know, I enjoy writing in different genres.<br />
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So, I'm giving you an update. Currently I'm writing Michael Blue Eyes, Book 2 Demetri's Woman and my Vaakulsian Dragon Shifters, and working on a military book for Sugar and Spice Press. I've already submitted The Last Tour to Kelly Ann, and I'll be receiving a contract for that piece any day now.<br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lydia and Bjorn have a long story that will be told in later tales in this series. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lydia Riley has managed to sever ties with her old lover and relocate to Diamond City to start a new life. Months later strong feelings for her boss, Bjorn Jensen develop and they become close. However, she's not ready to trust him with her secret and continues to deny him the truth. Between past and current threats, she realizes the odds are stacking up against her and the skeletons in her closet could cost she and Bjorn the happiness they've been waiting all their lives for. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Bjorn has fulfilled his destiny by over-seeing the wellbeing of his Dragon Lord. For centuries, he's led a lonely existence as a Protector, but now he's forced to take a long hard look at his life. The brown-eyed beauty from Moonbay City has captured his heart and soul, but there’s just a few things standing in their way of having a normal relationship. His immortality and a little curse from a shaman he encountered centuries ago. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Eventually Bjorn discovers Lydia’s past and helps her overcome an old rival. During the process, he makes a major sacrifice that could condemn him to darkness beyond the Realm of Pyreer. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Chapter One</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Moonbay City </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lydia Riley winced as the large Dhampir, Lars pulled her close to him as they passed a vampire while strolling down the stone steps of the opera house. She abhorred his possessive ways, and these days, his jealousy had escalated. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Warm breeze blew through her curly updo as they stood on the sidewalk, waiting for the limousine. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him staring at her. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lars cleared his throat. “Did you enjoy the opera?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She nodded as the limousine pulled up and the chauffeur slipped out and quickly opened the door for them. “I did,” she said in a low, unenthusiastic voice. She scuttled to the opposite side, but the Dhampir failed to keep his distance. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You’ve been very moody lately.” Lars replied. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She gazed out the window as the limousine pulled off onto Moonbay Avenue. “Guess I’m not feeling well.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Tell me the truth,” He spat. “I’m tired of your lies. Isn’t there something you’d like to address?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She turned and gazed into his eyes. “I’m sick of your jealous, possessive ways, Lars.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“What do you mean?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“When we were walking down the steps and passed that vampire, you pulled me close, like I was going to try and fuck him or something. You do that a lot lately.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“His fangs were descended,” Lars said in a low, uncaring tone. “I heard his thoughts and it pissed me the fuck off.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Why should it even matter? I was with you. I’m not going to be with someone else when we’re together.” She massaged her temples and closed her eyes. “I can’t do this anymore,” she admitted. “I’m not a possession.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He growled. “Aren’t you?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lydia gasped and set back in the plush seat. Things had to change. She’d been contemplating leaving the Dhampir for quite some time now, and he had to have known how she felt. It was no secret he could read her mind, but she was sure he was waiting for her to admit it first. That’s the kind of person he was. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I’m not arguing with you Lars. I have a headache and you’re not helping it.” She heard him chuckle as she rubbed her temples. “I know you’ve tried controlling my mind, but I’m getting to the point where I’m strong enough to pull out of it.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He laughed. “I guess that means I’ll have to probe deeper inside your mine, my love.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You make me sick.” She grit her teeth looked out the window wishing she were anywhere else but with the Dhampir. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">When they pulled up to the mansion, she didn’t even wait for the chauffeur to open the door. As she walked up the brick steps, she heard the Dhampir’s heavy footsteps behind her and felt his heated gaze. Her flesh pebbled and her pulse raced. She was certain the bastard was contemplating a long night of sex. But then, there was dinner. Lars enjoyed late dinners after long days of running his business. And of course, he required her companionship. He called the shots, but for months she allowed him to dictate her. Now she was simply tired of the life. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Good evening Mr. Lars.” One of Lars’s servants greeted and ushered them to the dining hall. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Good evening Jack.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">The table was set with a bottle of red wine, blood red candles and an exquisite smorgasbord of her favorite foods. As they settled down at the table, her stomach twisted in knots. Food was not what she desired at the moment. She wanted to be alone. Lars gazed at her as the servants dished out the food on their plates. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Talk to me Lydia.” The large Dhampir sat back in his chair and narrowed his eyes. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She shrugged. “What do you want me to say?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Did you not enjoy our time together tonight?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Lars, it’s just—“</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You’ve been different for several weeks now. Don’t take me for a fool and tell me what’s on your mind.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lydia glanced across the room at the black lacquer piano, then to the servants standing nearby. Lars had been a client she’d hoped would turn into a love interest, but that was almost a year ago. Now things just weren’t working out that way. She’d always had a hard time expressing herself.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I’m just not happy, Lars.” Who the hell was she kidding? She’d never been truly happy a day in her life, she’d been merely existing, a walking corpse just like Lars. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Not happy?” Soulless eyes flashed in anger as the Dhampir leered at her from across the table. His squared jaw set tight, his sensuous lips curved into a frown. Nostrils flaring, he cleared his throat.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lydia could see the vein throbbing between his eyebrows and he never took his eyes off her. She sipped her wine before speaking. She refused to allow him to scare her, which was exactly what the beast was trying to do. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“The jealousy, possessiveness. Whenever another man looks at me, you pull me close and growl, demonstrating to the world that I belong to you. I don’t like that.” she looked him in the eye and stood her ground. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You do belong to me.” He reminded her firmly.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Lars, I can’t go on like this.” She admitted. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I see.” Lars sighed in agitation. “Lydia, we’ve been seeing each other how long now?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Almost a year now.” She shifted slightly beneath his gaze before setting the wine glass down on the red velvet tablecloth. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You’re willing to walk away from me and all of this…finery?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She quickly glanced around the mansion with all its authentic antique furnishings. Although she still lived in a luxurious condominium with her cousin, Dawn, she spent much of her time in the Dhampir’s home. The white marble floors with flecks of gold glinted in the candlelight and at the door next to two huge pillars stood two very competent servants who’d served them a meal fit for a king. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You’ve treated me very well, but it’s time for me--us to move on.” Lydia reached across the table and gently laid her hand over his large pale one. A part of her did care something for him, but that wasn’t enough to make her want to stay. At this point in her life she only wanted to be alone.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He’d given her everything her heart could desire except love. She knew she was nothing more than arm candy and a warm body to sate his carnal desires and bloodlust with, nothing more. Sooner or later he’d move on, she was certain.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I’ve told you about the undercover police posing as Dawn’s clients, Lars. We all have too much to lose, and I wouldn’t want something happening to you just because of what I used to do.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Quickly he removed his hand from beneath hers. “Lydia, when we met, you were nothing but a whore.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Anger rose inside her and she stood abruptly. “I don’t have to listen to this shit!” Before she could step away from the table, Lars was next to her, grasping her arm. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You’ll listen to everything I have to say.” He bared his teeth and put his face close to hers. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She yanked her arm away, but trembled when he slowly walked around her, lightly touching her body with the tips of his fingers. What would he do to her now? She was no match for his strength. His eyes gleamed, and she realized he was getting off on her fear. Lars always liked to be in control.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I’m not afraid of you,” she lied. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He grinned and reached out to touch a breast. Her nipple pebbled beneath his fingers and she gasped. “No, but you want me.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“No, I don’t.” That was another lie. But she knew if they had sex, she’d feel empty on the inside. It always ended that way. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Oh, you’re such a liar. Your breathing has changed and I can smell your arousal. If I asked you to get down on your knees right now, you’d do it.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Don’t be too sure of yourself.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He was almost correct, but only if she gave in. His touch ignited something lust inside her, but it was nothing but lust. Sometimes she could barely stand him and hated his sexual control over her. These days she’d grown tired of his arrogance and didn’t understand how she could have lived with that treatment all this time. And as far as her getting to her knees, she had her dignity. This arrangement was truly was over with. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You were nothing but a whore, fucking every unremarkable man willing to pay you five hundred for the hour,” he whispered in her ear. “How much did I give you the first time we met?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lydia’s anger escalated. Lars often put himself above other men. Her heart pounded as she fought to swallow the knot in her throat and her gut churned at that distant memory. When she didn’t answer, he cruelly pulled her hair and jerked her head back. She grasped the large fist and dug her nails in, but he simply laughed. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Is that supposed to hurt?” His voice boomed around her. “Baby, you know I like pain. Please, dig harder.” She felt his cock stiffen against the small of her back.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I hate you! Dammit Lars! I had money before we met, even had my own personal assistance business. I didn’t want for a damn thing!”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Why did you jump at my proposal?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You know the answer to that,” she gasped. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lars chuckled. “You grew tired of the business, as I knew you would. Now answer me! How much did I pay the first time we met?” His grip tightened and she swore she’d be bald by the time he was finished. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Five thousand!” she cried out in agony. “Lars, you’re hurting me!” She dug her nails in deeper, trying to draw blood. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He shook her. “How long?” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Five thousand for an hour! Dammit Lars, you’re fucking hurting me! Let me go.” She tried pulling away, but he held her fast. “You’re not the first client who paid me that much!”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“No, but I was the last and that’s right, I paid you very well. The first time I laid eyes on you when I looked at the website, I knew I had to have you. And I did. I bought you, Lydia. Don’t you ever forget it! I’ve given you luxuries you wouldn’t otherwise have,” He snapped. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Lars, before I met you I knew what it was like to dine at expensive restaurants and take trips. I’ve always been wise with my money. Don’t make it sound like you’re my savior, because you’re not. I was doing just fine before I met you.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He loosened his grip on her hair and stood in front of her as a blank look crossed his face. “And you want to leave me after I’ve treated you so well? I don’t understand why you want to throw what we have away.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She rubbed the crown of her head. Why couldn’t the asshole see, she truly didn’t need or want him. She had, in fact enjoy him treating her like a queen. She had, in fact grown tired of the business and hoped something more would ignite between them. But it never came to pass. Although she knew the type of man he was, something inside her made her cling to him, but recently she’d come to the conclusion this was all a mistake. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Lars, you paid me for exclusivity. You knew this was simply business, nothing more nothing less. And just for the record, I didn’t ask you to do any of those things. Seriously though, I have no problem returning everything you’ve ever given me.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lars shook his head. “Now why would I want to do that? Everything I’ve given you is yours to keep.” He reached for her, but she pulled away. “Lydia, don’t be like that.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“This has to end, Lars. I’ve been feeling like this for quite some time. Something in me has changed. Everything between us is simply materialistic. You’ve treated me like a queen, but you can’t give me what I truly need.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“And what’s that?” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I want love, and trust. This isn’t a relationship, but an arrangement. Sometimes I find I’d rather be alone. Why can’t you understand that? Surely, you’ll replace me.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Ah, such exquisite beauty cannot be easily replaced.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lydia rolled her eyes at that little comment. “Lars couldn’t help but eyeball other women whenever they went out. Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if he had some other honey set up on the other side of town. Whenever she looked at another man, he’d always made her pay for it—in bed.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Don’t think like that woman. Of course I look, I’m a man and I haven’t been with anyone else since we’ve been together.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Dammit, Lars! I told you to stay out of my head.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Truthfully, I saw this all coming,” he admitted. “You thought you did a pretty good job keeping it from me, but when you’re sleeping, I could easily read your mind.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She gasped. “Then why so pissed at me?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Because despite what you think, Lydia. Dhampirs are quite capable of love---only it’s a different love than what humans are used to. I do wish you’d reconsider.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I’ve made up my mind,” she said quickly. “I can’t do this anymore.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Your cousin Dawn continued with the escorting even though she knew the area was hot. She knew you both were possibly being watched. I told you, sweetheart, in this line of work, it’s only a matter of time before it catches up with you.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lydia frowned. “Yeah, I know. Look, it’s getting late and I’d like to go home now.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Stay the night, maybe you’ll change your mind in the morning.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He was convincing, but it was now or never. She had to make this change. “No, I want to be alone tonight.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Very well. I’ll let this go—for now. Perhaps you’ll change your mind.” He reached for her but she pulled away.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Don’t!” Lydia picked up her black satin clutch. “I’ll send for my things.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Lydia, I’m a very determined man. Do you honestly think I’ll not pursue you anymore? I was determined to have you and I got you. You didn’t even have the common courtesy to tell me from the beginning. I had to go and probe your mind to find out things about you. Do you really think I’ll let you walk away so easily?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She shrugged as she walked to the entrance of the elaborate dining hall. “What are you going to do, lock me away somewhere?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Don’t tempt me, little one. I’m sure finding pussy as good as yours will be quite the challenge.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She shook her head at his arrogance and continued walking. “You’re impossible Lars!”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Before she could exit, he stepped in front of her, forcing her to look at him. “Just a question for you, babe. Why did you wait so long to call it off? I know you’ve become a master at guarding your thoughts, but you left yourself wide open while asleep.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I honestly didn’t know how to tell you and I’m sorry for that. Please be understanding. That’s all I want, do you think you can at least try to respect my wishes?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Very well. I’ll give you some time, but I’m not giving up on you completely.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Her heart lurched. That’s what she as afraid of. She looked away, but he quickly slipped a finger beneath her chin, forcing her gaze to his. “Lars.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">The Dhampir bent down and captured her lips with a kiss that promised hours upon hours of exhilarating pleasure. Her body betrayed her and she knew it was his way of hopefully luring her back. Coming to her senses, she gently pushed him away. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Stop with the mind controlling. I’ve made my decision.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He smiled. “You can’t blame a man for trying.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Goodbye Lars.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders and somehow she was free. But she knew it was temporary. Sooner or later Lars would pop back up in her life. The decision to relocate was definitely the right thing to do and she was looking forward to it.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Goodbye---Lydia.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">* * *</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lars watched as Lydia strolled from view, the long red dress accentuating every curve. His cock jerked against his pants. He should have taken her at least one more time. How dare she cast him aside as though he were some busted old toy?</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Will there be anything else tonight, sir?” The servants eyed him curiously. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Just clean up and we’re good,” he told them. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Perhaps Lydia had changed her mind. A loud buzz sounded off and he walked to the speaker and pressed the button. “Who is it?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Ms. Joan here to see you,” Jeeves, his butler informed over the intercom. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Send her in.” He’d hope Joan would have held off on meeting, but apparently the viper had been casing his home, waiting for Lydia to leave.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Well, got any good news?” Joan strolled in wearing a black suite with white pinstripes. For a woman in her sixties, she looked damn good, he thought to himself. But she was off limits. He walked over to the bar and poured them both a Scotch. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I see my niece has finally left. Oh. Now Lars, you know I don’t do Scotch. Got any Hennessey?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He rolled his eyes at the incessant woman. “Not at the moment. What about a Gin?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I guess,” Joan said in a huff. “Anyway, nice work. I know how you feel about Lydia. Thank you for helping me to chase them away. I never suspected they’d move out of the city. Hell, as it is, the brothel isn’t bringing in money like it used to.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Perhaps hiring women with a little more couth would help out,” Lars said sarcastically as he turned to gaze at her. “And you owe me big. I wasn’t counting on them relocating. She’s left me and it’s all your fault.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Yes, I do owe you. If you hadn’t put the heat on the girls like that by sending in some of your crooked cop friends, Dawn’s escorting business would still be going strong. And I’m sure you’ll have no problem with pursuing Lydia. The girl just needs a break.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Well, you have your daughter, Dawn to thank for continuing with the escorting. Lydia was quite content with not selling her ass, I made sure of that.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Aww, but tonight you’ve finally found out where you stand with my niece, hunny. I’m so sorry for that loss.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Sure you are.” He snapped. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Perhaps I can spend the night—maybe help you forget all about the child. Hell, after all; she’s just a child.” Joan walked over and grabbed his cock. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Don’t do that.” He pushed her hand away. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the manipulation of his manhood. It was just in poor taste to bed Lydia’s aunt. He did, after all have his standards. If the need would arise, he’d seek someone else out. Hopefully, he’d get the beautiful goddess out of his head by the end of the week, but he doubted that seriously.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Joan smiled, showing her perfect white teeth. “What’s the matter, having performance issues tonight?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lars snarled. “Don’t taunt me Joan or I just may turn my friends on you. I’ve already done enough damage where Lydia’s concerned. She’ll never forgive me if she finds out.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Oh stop being such a martyr. Lydia doesn’t want you anymore, accept it and move on. It’s not like you loved her.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lars sighed and turned his back on the annoying woman. “Joan, like me, you’ll never know what love is. Now—get the hell out.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“No, not yet. There’s just one more thing.” Joan sauntered around, looking at the exquisite paintings on the wall. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Now what!” He turned to look at her. She was really starting to piss him off.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Fleur de Lis, Dawn’s catering business must be destroyed.” She grinned as she stared the Dhampir in the eye.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Have you lost your mind? Why destroy your daughter’s business?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Well, that’s between me and my daughter. Now, here’s what I’d like for you to do--”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“No, you crazy woman. I’ve done my part and have no reason to hurt Dawn’s business. What gives with you?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“So, we’re not partners?” Joan grinned. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Joan, get the hell out or I’ll put you out myself.” His fangs descended when he became angrier. If Joan wasn’t Lydia’s aunt, he’d kill her right now.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“So now you’re turning on me? Oh, I do think you should watch your back, Dhampir.” She set the crystal glass on the counter and glared at him. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lars struggled not to rip her head off. “Joan, you’re pushing me. Leave now before I do something we’ll both regret.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You’d never get away with murdering me,” she said with a laugh. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Oh, you’d be surprised with what I can get away with. Don’t think me a fool, woman. You’re human. I don’t have to kill you right away. I’d gladly make you suffer until I grow tired of torturing you. Now, get the fuck out!”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Very well.” She turned on her heel and exited the hall. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He continued staring at the spot where she had stood until he heard her leave his home. Manipulating Lydia the way he had almost made him ashamed. Of course, he did it all for her, or that’s what he told himself. Joan had come to him for help in eradicating Dawn’s escorting business. And it worked. At first, he thought it a blessing in disguise, but obviously Joan had other plans. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He sighed when he thought of Lydia. He never wanted to hurt her. Unfortunately he’d been fully aware of her change of feelings for him. Perhaps he wanted to get back at her, make her look over her shoulder and become a trembling mass of nerves. Maybe someday she’d return, but he didn’t believe that for a second. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">But disappointment filled him. Lydia was a survivor and deep down he knew she’d never return. But she was his. He had found comfort in the doe-eyed beauty. In anger, he tightened his hand around the goblet until it shattered. “Fuck!” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He needed to keep a close eye on her, just to make sure she wouldn’t forget him. When she tired of her new life, he’d be there waiting for her. </span></span><br />
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Bio-Short</b>: Starla Kaye wears many hats professionally and as a writer. She
is the community coordinator for a Midwestern accounting firm, a gerontologist
who volunteers with an active group of senior adults, a mentor/teacher of
writing, and a multi-published author. She dabbles in writing romances of many
sub-genres: contemporary, historical Western, medieval, sci-fi, fantasy,
paranormal, and Regency. To date she has published 20 novels, 38 novellas, 8
anthologies, and 18 short stories. You can learn more about her work at <a href="http://starlakaye.com/">http://starlakaye.com</a><br />
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Starla has been writing and publishing in different romance sub-genres and
lengths for twenty years. Her first published book, Tug of Love, was a “sweet”
romance published with iUniverse. Currently she mainly writes edgier romances
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She enjoys writing about strong-willed, independent women
who butt heads with equally determined, self-confident, and slightly
domineering men. Her belief in relation to her heroes is to find them their
perfect match, but make him really work for the happily-for-now or
happily-ever-after with the woman who wins his heart. Of course, she likes her
heroines to be challenged as well. Love isn't easy.</div>
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To date she has published 20 novels, 38 novellas, 8
anthologies, and 18 short stories. Starla writes for Decadent Publishing, Black
Velvet Seductions, and Blushing Books.</div>
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Website: <a href="http://starlakaye.com/">http://starlakaye.com/</a>
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Amazon Author Page: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Starla-Kaye/e/B002ZH8K3U">http://www.amazon.com/Starla-Kaye/e/B002ZH8K3U</a>
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Goodreads Page: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/5494986-starla-kaye">https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/5494986-starla-kaye</a>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Printable Book List: </b><a href="http://starlakaye.com/my-books/my-complete-book-list/">http://starlakaye.com/my-books/my-complete-book-list/</a>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Book Title:</b> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Cowboys in Charge<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Publisher:</b> Black
Velvet Seductions</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Date Published:</b>
February 5, 2015 (original December 2, 2011)</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">ISBN:</b>
9781936556137</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">ASIN:</b> B006HCWU30</div>
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2940014645508</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Genre: </b>Contemporary,
erotic romance, western, bdsm</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Heat Rating:</b> 4</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Page Count:</b> 108 pages</div>
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seven stories of strong, loving cowboys and the women who try their patience.
These are romantic stories with a touch of domestic discipline/spanking.</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Snowed in with Her Cowboy</i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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James wants Kelly to quit work and start a family, but she
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Too Much Red at Christmas Time</i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Lizzie has a bizarre addiction to Christmas shopping and she
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">For the Love of His Cowgirl</i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Amber missed the fun little games she and Adam used to play.
There never seemed to be time for steamy sex, or even the spankings he’d
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Could she entice him back, get the dwindling fires of their
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Cowboys and Their Toys</i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Jennifer loved Jason and she’d trusted him as he led her
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Naughty, Naughty Cowgirl</i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Spankings had not solved all of their problems. Justin had
known something was wrong with Nicci. He knew he should have tried to talk to
her sooner, but he’d avoided that until she moved out and shattered him. </div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">All I Want for Christmas (Biggest Prize Ever)</i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Krystal loved the bad-ass bull rider, but she wasn’t into
sharing Ryan with all of the rodeo bunnies who lusted after him. She’d spent
too many years living for his visits home. It was time to move on and find
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">A Special Gift for Her Cowboy</i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Christina wanted time and attention from Joshua but he’d
become sour, lost his sense of humor, rarely made love to her. He hadn’t even
spanked her in months. She’s not willing to give up on her cowboy. Maybe a
Christmas gift on the edgy side will help win him back.</div>
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“Kelly, honey…” He hesitated
because he didn’t want to fight with her, especially before she went into
Kansas City for another long day of work.</div>
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“Don’t ‘Kelly, honey,’ me!” She
stepped back into the closet. “We are <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not</i>
discussing this again! I’m not doing this to trample on your ego, cowboy. This
isn’t about you. It’s about me.”</div>
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After three years of marriage, he
had a pretty good handle on his wife. She liked her independence and he gave
her as much as possible. She spoke her mind without much thought first, which
he also tolerated for the most part. She was easily twice as smart as him in
many ways, which he admired. Her biggest flaw was once she made a decision, she
stuck to it, even if that decision proved to be a bad one. Like this job. He
was tired of watching her come home exhausted from the tension of a frustrating
day at the office. He worried about her on the hour drive back to the ranch.</div>
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“You’re wrong.” He set the steaming
cup of coffee on the dresser next to the door. “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">This</i> is about <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">both</i> of us.
You’re my wife, dammit. It’s my job to watch out for you, to step in when
you’re—”</div>
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“Watch it, macho boy!” She stormed
out of the closet and tossed a skirt and blouse on the rumpled bed. Her brown
eyes sparked with fire as she faced him. “I don’t have time for you to go all
Man in Charge on me this morning. I still need to take a shower and get
dressed.”</div>
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He curled his hands into fists at
his sides. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">She’s tired. She’s stressed.
But, damn, so am I!</i> “Watch yourself. You’re pushing this old boy right to
his limits.”</div>
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Her eyes continued to flash with
irritation, her posture rigid. Then slowly she seemed to go limp. Her lower lip
quivered. Tears glimmered in those weary eyes. All of the spit and fire went
right out of her. “James,” she whispered.</div>
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What the hell? Her sudden change
surprised him as much as it worried him. He moved in front of her, his
irritation gone. He wrapped his arms around her and clutched her to him. He
could stand a lot of rough things in life, but the sight of his woman in tears
gut punched him. Tears after he spanked her for one reason or another was
different, those he expected and understood. For any other reason, though, they
unmanned him, made him feel helpless. </div>
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“Baby, I’m sorry.” He stroked her
bare back, smoothed his hand over the wavy mass of long dark hair. Its
silkiness, its sweet scent always got to him. But not anymore than the feel of
her much smaller body in only lacy bra and panties did. His erection beneath
his jeans immediately pressed between them. “It’ll be okay. I’ll make it okay.”
How, he didn’t know.</div>
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She snuggled even closer,
trembling. “I don’t deserve you.”</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14551958106945792187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573446884886330351.post-33562770295205872272015-01-20T06:57:00.002-08:002015-01-21T13:54:41.782-08:00New Release ~ Helena's Demon <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Helena never considered the consequences of striking a bargain with her personal demon, Cyn. The entire Pearsall line was cursed, so what did she have to lose? She would have done damn near anything to stave off bill collectors and ensure her aunt received the best medical treatment possible. When her luck turned around and it was time to make good on that bargain, Helena discovers she's giving up more than her soul. Is it possible to fall in love with a demon? </span><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">After sealing the deal with Helena's blood, Cyn is determined to keep the mocha-skinned beauty by his side. The curse had claimed the majority of her family and now he must work extra hard to ensure her safety. However, there's more to Helena than meets the eye. He soon discovers she is the key to ending the Pearsall curse and an instrument for unleashing Hell on earth.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Dragon shifter, Angus McNamara craves Julia with everything he has and seeks to consume the ebony beauty in more ways than one. His biggest challenge is bringing her to terms with what she is while claiming her as his Fire Mate, the way a true Connricualen Dragon should. However, Julia Jones has other plans. Or so she thinks…</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Can they put their differences aside long enough to seize a chance at love, or will they forfeit their opportunity and continue their heated dance of dominance? </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;"><span style="color: white;">Chapter One</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Blue Forest of Pyreer</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Why must you make life so difficult?” King Graeygar asked his son, Angus as they rode on horseback through the Blue Forest of the First Realm of Pyreer. “You were next in line to my throne and you must have a suitable dragon queen to rule by your side.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Angus smirked and tightened his hands around the reins before answering his father’s question. He didn’t wish to rule, only to live out his existence as a Dragon Lord should, with his true Fire Mate by his side. “Must you bring this up every time I visit? I was supposed to be betrothed to someone I do not love, so where was the happiness for me?” he challenged as he quickly glanced into the steely gray eyes of his father. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You’ve caused wars, Angus,” Graeygar muttered beneath his breath. “Duty of a king calls to you still! Arrghh, I will never understand you! Pyreer rests in the palm of the hand, yet you refuse to utilize the power you inherit! Why do you wish to exist in the human realm anyway?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I prefer it,” Angus said. “I would not mind being a king, however, being forced to marry someone I have no common interest in puts me off, that’s all.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You’ve even corrupted Bjorn, your Protector. Tis a shame, his father asks me about him every so often. I could never tell him Bjorn doesn’t even use his magic. ” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Bjorn wishes he were a mortal, and seeks out his mate too.” He thought of the immortal man sworn to Protect Angus with his life. “It can be lonely living forever.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“But, he’s a Protector, Dragon Magic was bestowed upon his ancestors by Breannan as a reward for saving our line. We wouldn’t be here now if it weren’t for his great, great grandfather.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Bjorn’s just as miserable. Father, he needs to be more than a Protector to me, just as I need to be more than a Dragon Lord. We brainstormed and started McNamara Enterprises together.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“And now it is your life. Such a pity, Rowena of the South is a submissive red haired beauty who would have warmed your bed and given you strong children. She holds many common interests with you. Don’t you remember how you both explored this very forest against our wishes as younglings? When that bored you to tears, you both entered the human realm, damn near getting yourselves killed.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Ah, and so I was to pay the price for her father saving us from the dreaded swords of the humans.” Angus said with disappointment. “I still have no interest. Why not give the throne to Hegyeon?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Have you gone mad? Your brother has one arm, therefore making him weak. When he shifts into dragon form, he has only one wing. A fit king must have no flaws!” Graeygar bellowed, his voice echoing through the fog of the forest. “You’ve had me go to war because you find Rowena unsuitable? You simply could have wed her, impregnated her, and bed your whores on the side.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Angus rolled his eyes and sighed. “I have no whores. Father, I don’t love her and the very thought of bedding her makes my cock lifeless.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“So, you’d rather spend your existence flying around Pyreer when you aren’t in the human realm. How long has it been since you’ve bedded a woman?” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Angus wrinkled his forehead. “What business of it is yours?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I’m not asking you as a father, but as a king. And it’s every bit of my business!” Graeygar scoffed. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“It’s been a few months.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">His father shuddered. “With those—human women at your company?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I’ve lain with many women in my long years and found it to be mentally challenging. I’ve realized my Fire Mate does not exist here in Pyreer, but in the human realm. As a matter of fact, she’s one of my employees.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Graeygar’s eyes narrowed. “So…do you think this mysterious Fire Mate will pleasure you, and be a true submissive? If she’s existed in the human realm her entire life, you’ll never tame her. Make it easy on yourself and pursue Rowena.” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I will not stop until Julia’s within my arms.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You’re reaching for short sticks, what if this Fire Mate Julia doesn’t want you? Have you ever thought of that? Forget it and marry your betrothed. She’ll still have you--hopefully.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I have the best of both worlds, father,” Angus assured him. “Whenever it pleases me, I shift into dragon form, fly to my favorite cavern in the West overlooking the Tangorien Ocean while pondering my future. I am happier for it. Tis much better than rotting away in a stone confinement you call a castle.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Watch your tongue, lad.” Graeygar warned. “Although the eldest, you are still a son of mine and you must give me your respect.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“One Wing should take the throne. He is the youngest and I think he’ll do well as ruler.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I’ll never understand you, Angus,” the king whispered. “You have such promise, but you let it all slip through your fingers. What are your plans for the rest of your existence?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“To be happy.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Are you insinuating I’m not happy?” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“If you were happy you would never seek peace in the arms of another woman,” Angus snapped.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Graeygar sighed as they trotted through the blue forest. “As you wish, my son. Lucky for you we’ve managed to smooth everything over with Rowena’s family. Wars have been fought, but we’ve all come to a peaceful conclusion. I hope this woman makes you happy.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Aye, father. I know she will.” Angus responded. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Neither father nor son spoke as they continued the journey to the castle. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Chapter Two</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Diamond City</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">The doorbell rang just as Julia added the finishing touches to her updo. Excited, she took one last look in the mirror before walking into the living room to answer the door. She smiled as she opened it.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Good evening.” Angus stood there, holding a perfect bouquet of roses along with a box of her favorite chocolates. “For you, my dear.” He was a sight to behold, and the expensive Armani suit he sported looked so good on him.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Her heart fluttered in anticipation as she observed the flawless masculine face that could have graced the cover of GQ magazine. Tonight he’d tied his armpit-length hair in a leather band, which gave him a different look.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She motioned for him to enter and accepted the gifts most graciously. “You shouldn’t have,” she said with a spark of excitement in her voice as the man leaned down and gently kissed her for what seemed like an eternity. Julia’s knees knocked as a large hand brushed a cheekbone with tenderness, as though she were a delicate piece of artwork.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He tore himself away from her to admire the beautiful red chiffon dress that hugged her generous curves. “Absolutely exquisite,” he said breathlessly as his eyes slowly took in every inch of her body. “And yes—I should have. “You deserve that and so much more,” he assured her.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Julia smiled before sauntering out to the kitchen in search of a vase. “I’ll simply die if these were to wilt, you know. Please, make yourself comfortable, baby.” Although he’d told her not to, she quickly found an old crystal vase, filled it with water, and plopped the roses in.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Angus sat on the couch and glanced at his watch. “Take your time, Julia. We have reservations and more than enough time to get to Chez Joey.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She smiled and returned to the living room and placed the roses in the middle of the coffee table. “There.” After a few minutes of fussing over them, she beamed proudly. “These make for a lovely centerpiece.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Aye.” Angus nodded in agreement before extending his hand. “Come, lass,” he said while patting his lap in invitation. “There’s something I must tell you.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She wanted to come, she thought to herself, but preferred Angus to make the first move. “What is it, Angus?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Julia swallowed hard before sitting her plush derriere on his large lap. She sighed as he</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">1 </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">drew her in for another kiss. Angus’s grasp tightened around her body before his hands began to explore her, as though it was the first time he’d touched her.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She felt his large hands slide from her lower back to the nape of her neck and rest there before playing with the thick, kinky coils of her hair.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Closing his eyes, he inhaled her fragrance. “Intoxicating,” he moaned. “You always smell so damned good.” He opened his eyes and smiled seductively. “You smell good enough to eat.” Playfully he bit her lips before slipping his tongue inside her mouth to meet with hers.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Julia melted when he released a husky growl before delivering soft, moist kisses along the column of her neck. “Oh, please, don’t you ever stop kissing me like that,” she begged. “But, what did you want to say to me?” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“There’s more kisses where that comes from,” he assured her before kissing her on both cheeks and resting his forehead against hers. “I’ll gladly spend forever kissing you wherever you’d like.” His eyes were filled with promise and passion. “Are you sure you want to go out tonight, my love?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Soon, she became leery of him. Something was wrong. “I was looking forward to going out.” Angus’s fingers crept down to her ankles, and back up the inner side of her leg until his hand rested just beneath her garter, not far from her pussy. The man couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her, and she loved every minute of it. “However, the thought of spending the evening here with you is more enticing.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Deciding she was overreacting, she ignored her gut instinct. “I must admit, I am hungry as well, although not for food.” He squeezed her thigh and continued speaking in that seductive baritone voice just before turning her around so that she was facing away from him. “I’m not sure as to how long I would be able to maintain my composure at the dinner table, so perhaps it is best we stay in?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Julia was quite sure she’d just creamed her panties as his cock pressed hard against her ass. In response she pressed herself against his steel as fingers entwined themselves in her thick hair.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He kissed her cheek and nibbled her earlobes while playing with the bouncy curls of her hair. “I’ll leave the decision up to you. We’ll do whatever it is you want,” he admitted. “Your happiness is mine.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Julia closed her eyes, relishing in Angus’s passionate kisses. She moaned as he ravished her mouth, invading hers with his tongue. She sighed heavily as a strong vibration developed in his chest and his tongue developed a different texture to it. Then he growled. Quickly she opened her eyes and was greeted by a sight that almost stopped her heart.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Although she screamed, no sound came out of her mouth. The creature grinned an evil grin as she tried releasing herself from its grasp.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“What’s the matter, Julia,” the beast asked in a raspy voice. “You taste good, so good.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">As a matter of fact, you taste good enough to eat!”</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Pompeii, 79 AD</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Flora and Stephanus are star-crossed lovers, forbidden to carry on their relationship due to Stephanus's jealous sisters who are also witches. A pact is made between Flora's father and the three sisters to keep the couple apart. If the wizard suspects Flora's defiance, he’ll carry out his threat of placing a spell on Flora and making her forget her lover ever existed. However, Stephanus and Flora's betrayal are unfortunately discovered by the three witches, and in a jealous fit, they curse Flora, turning her into a succubus. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">"Forever shedding your human skin, always leading a life of sin, forever a succubus, sating men's carnal desires." </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Olkus discovers the sisters' treachery and in turn, steals their beauty from them by transforming them into hideous, twisted crones. Knowing how vain the sisters are, this leaves the wizard an opening to hopefully one day restore his daughter's humanity....</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Present Day, MD</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Jake Matthews has given up on love. The only moments of true happiness occur when his dream lover visits him during the night. Happiness and fulfillment is his, until the next day when she disappears. Glimpses of the past, from another time and place haunt his dreams....</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Sabrina answered Jake's lonely calls in the night. When strong emotions for the mortal develop, she discovers she must follow her instincts and pursue the man. After being cursed in her human life, she's existed centuries as a demon and now feels the strong pull of love. Invoking the power of her father, a wizard she becomes mortal. Now she must persuade Jake to confess his love for her in four short days. If she succeeds, she'll be reunited with her soul mate, if not she'll return to her demonic state forever. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Chapter One </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Pompeii, 79 AD. One Week Before Mt Vesuvius Erupts</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Flora tossed and turned on her mat, unable to sleep. She listened until she was certain, her father, the wizard Olkus was sound asleep. If he suspected that she was defying his wishes weeks after he’d forbade her to see Stephanus, she knew he’d carry out his threat of placing a spell on her and make her forget her lover existed. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">The very thought of not knowing Stephanus at all sent an eerie chill slithering down her spine, yet; anticipation welled inside her as she contemplated her rendezvous with the one she knew she was fated to spend the rest of her life with. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Briefly, her mind drifted to her lover’s three jealous sisters who were none other than witches. Alessandra, the youngest had especially grown to loathe Flora, out of fear that someday she’d take their brother far away from them all. Having lost their parents to fever a year earlier, their half brother had become their only living blood relative. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Again, it was her bold cockiness in being the daughter of a powerful wizard that Flora continued to rendezvous with Stephanus even after the sisters confronted she and Olkus behind their brother’s back a month ago. Flora threatened the sisters with a spell, and an argument ensued, eventually breaking out into a full on power struggle. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">It was Flora who, with a wave of her hand; sent Alessandra hurtling face first into a mud puddle while Cipriana and Francesca’s tempers flared and began chanting. In a twisted fury, the witches would have cast their spell, but wise Olkus made a pact that he’d forbade Flora to see Stephanus ever again. He also stated that if she were to break that pact, there would be a suitable punishment for Flora to endure. Bellona Satisfied and with twisted smiles on their beautiful faces, they left the wizard and his daughter alone. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Setting his searing, sky blue eyes on her, he began to explain that there were far more important things to think about--like the teeth shattering earth tremors they’d been experiencing for the past month. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Some citizens of Pompeii deserted their homes, fearing something far worse than a simple tremor would happen, yet after peering into the future and having visions that no harm would come to Pompeii or it’s inhabitants, Olkus assured everyone in the village that nothing serious would come to pass.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He’d also stated to Flora that night at dinner, that he was binding her powers for using them in a senseless feud over a simple mortal man and she’d one day find someone more suitable than he to wed. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">With a heated sigh of frustration at the memory, Flora sat up and eased herself out of her bed, her toes connecting with the cold stone of her bedroom floor. Beads of sweat erupted on her body as she quietly strolled out of her bedroom through the tiny living room and out the front door. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">As she continued to walk, she gazed up to the full moon and breathed a sigh of relief and hurried down the winding stone path that eventually lead to The Sarnus. Once on the riverbanks, she found Stephanus standing there, awaiting for her arrival. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">When he turned around at her presence, she smiled, as the light of the moon graced his flawless features. His shoulder length hair shone like spun gold in the magical light and rained past his collarbone. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">He rushed up to her and encircled strong arms around her petite frame. Leaning down, he captured her lips with a searing kiss before nuzzling her neck. “It’s been too long, Flora,” he announced huskily, as he sniffed her hair. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">She grasped him and squeezed her eyes shut. “I know, Stephanus. There must be a way to avoid all of this.” She opened her eyes and looked deep into his as he cupped her face between his large hands. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Come,” he grinned and motioned for her to sit on the large fabric beside the river. Of in the distance, she heard a fish leap out of the water and made a subtle splash as she and Stephanus sat next to each other. “I’ve watched over my sisters all my life and now is the time for me to live mine,” he assured her. “We shall move away from Pompeii and marry.” He grasped her hand within his. “Flora, I want you to be mine forever and bear my children. Say you will.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Flora’s face flushed and her heart pounded. “Yes,” she gasped, with tears misting her eyes. “I’m yours, forever.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">For a fleeting moment, she’d all but forgotten about her father and the sisters. She gasped and looked him in the eyes. “What shall we do? You know your sisters and my father will not settle for this. Remember, the confrontation I told you we had a month ago,” she gently reminded him. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Stephanus looked up into the star filled sky and shook his head. “I am a fool. I’ve pondered many times before how we could be happy together, yet they leave us no choice.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Reading his mind, she gasped. “We could flee.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Yes, because I can no longer bear to sneak around behind anyone’s back. We are man and woman, fit for each other and nothing can ever separate us, not indefinitely,” he promised. “And my sisters are too powerful, even though your father is a wizard, he is young. My sister’s powers are tripled compared to his. And if they were to work together, they’d stop us for sure.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">His way sounded promising, but terror struck a chord within her. “But three witches and a wizard would find us, no matter where we ventured,” Flora whispered her disappointment.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“There will never be anyone else for me,” Stephanus admitted, “and if my sisters cannot see that, then they are fools.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I know they will use their powers to punish me,” she admitted. “But you, they’d never harm you.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">A rustling in the woods caught their attention and soon, insects that were singing in the night were now silenced. The wind stilled, and the air turned thick. Three silhouettes glided out of the trees, and for a moment, she could have sworn their eyes glowed in the dark. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You’ve broken the pact of your own father,” she heard Francesca’s voice deepen with venom. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“And now you shall pay for your betrayal,” Cipriana added.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“And I shall be the one to punish you,” Alessandra sneered.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Enough!” Stephanus rose and confronted his menacing sisters. “You will not punish her, she’s done nothing but love me, and I love her.” His voice softened. “My sisters, there is enough love for the four of you, why can’t you see that?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“But you promised mother and father you’d always be there for us,” Alessandra said with a whimper. “And now you mean to leave us for her. Oh Stephanus, you break my heart; we heard every word you spoke. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“My dear, Alessandra. You were once sweet and innocent---but your cruelty turns you ugly. What has happened to you?” He glanced at his other sisters. “What has happened to all of you? What dark magic have you been practicing?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Alessandra chuckled. “Brother, you fantasize. You made a promise and we intend to see you keep it.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Ah, you’re true face is showing,” Stephanus admitted. “You are no longer the sweet little girls I once knew.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Brother, please do not make us punish you too,” Cipriana said sorrowfully. “We only want the best for you—and she is not the one.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Then release your hold on me, my sisters. And you will see we all can thrive together and work as one family unit,” Stephanus bargained. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Flora’s chest tightened and her mouth became dry as she stood to face the witches alongside her soul mate. She knew by confronting the three sisters without her powers was a mistake, one that could cost her life. “Please, let us try,” she suggested. “I love Stephanus with all my heart.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Demoness!” Alessandra sneered. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Flora gasped and couldn’t move. “Alessandra, please, don’t do this,” she begged. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“What are you doing?” Stephanus’s face wrinkled in fury. “Release her now,” he bellowed.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Cipriana stepped forward, gently touching her brother’s forehead. “You shall remember none of this, my dear brother.” With that Stephanus fell to the ground. “Not now, nor in your next lives.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“No!” Flora screamed, “What have you done to him?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Protecting him from you.” Francesca said in a sickly sweet voice, her young face turning into a twisted grin. “If you are truly worthy of his love, then perhaps one day you shall meet again.” She shook her head in anger. “And you shall always know pain and loss. On this night, you shall lose sight,” the young blonde witch began to chant.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“We release you here, from your life,” Cipriana added.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Forever shedding your human skin, always leading a life of sin, forever a succubus, sating men’s carnal desires.” Alessandra chimed in as thick, mucky cloud of darkness settled over Flora. With a gasp, she fell to the ground, her limbs completely useless. Off in the far distance, she heard Olkus’s enraged voice, and felt the earth’s tremors. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">* * *</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">With a crackle of lightning, the wizard appeared over his daughter’s body. Weeping, he fell to his knees, laying hands on her, yet she could not be healed. Looking up, the young wizard peered into the eyes of the witches, his bottom lip trembling and his chest tightening. “What have you done?” </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“We have accomplished much where you’re failed promises have fallen,” Francesca spoke sternly. “We bear no ill will to you sir, but your daughter was not fit for our brother. She was a bad influence on him.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“But she was to be punished by my hand, not yours!” Olkus stood to his feet, enraged. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“A simple bow to her backside would have served no justice,” Francesca scolded. “Though you bound her powers, she still defied you.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“I swear I will—“</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“There’s nothing you can do,” Alessandra assured. “Our spell has taken its course and cannot be broken. Your daughter spun a spell over our brother, making him want to leave us and for that, we take great pleasure in punishing her.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“No,” Olkus spat. “I know my daughter. She may have used her powers against you, but what they had was a love that can never be broken, only I could not see it—until now. Oh, what have I done?”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“There is much you can do, if we so choose. There will come a time, in another place, where she could redeem herself.” Cipriana told him.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You’d be sworn to silence if we decided this path.” Francesca teased. “She must learn for herself, the true meaning of love—but she will never.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Anger shook him to the bone as he glared at the three young witches. Who were they to play with fate? “You have taken my daughter, he sneered. What is done cannot be undone.” Olkus smiled, finally deciding to strike the young witches where it would hurt the most. “However, you too, shall know loss. You shall lose your beauty and your dreams. Although young, you shall rapidly age into three twisted crones…I deem this now!”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">The wind howled, and the moon slipped between a veil of clouds as the three young witches screamed in agony as their bodies began to take on twisted, bent forms. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You unsightly hags. 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<pre class="yiv6436217320" id="yiv6436217320yui_3_16_0_1_1416668356680_4205" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: black;">Henrietta “Rita” Evans has always been known as the quiet, black girl on campus, some folks even nicknaming her “Mute” in jest. And she doesn’t expect much out of her Winter Break at Edson College, but an equally quiet environment. Until a member of the white campus elite starts running behind her dormitory late at night. Starts warning her to stay away from him and the woods. Starts making her feel more alive than she’s felt in a very long time…
Something is happening to Sal. Something he can’t control. Something threatening his last year of college and family’s werewolf heritage. And what’s worse, a quiet, mocha beauty can’t seem to mind her own business, tempting him at every turn. Who cares if she has the sweetest lips he’s ever tasted? Who cares if her scent drives him mad? He has to keep her at a distance, for much more is at stake than the heat blazing between them.
And if he doesn’t put it out, they’ll both burn… </span></pre>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Flames engulfed
Rita’s cheeks as she looked up and saw Sal Kellerton staring at her from across
the lawn. Her heartbeat raced. Palms got sweaty. With firm determination, she
ignored the heat rolling in her belly, and glanced away, feeling more exposed
than she’d ever been in her life. A flush came over her, and she stumbled back
a bit, suddenly confused. It was the same feeling she’d experienced a day ago
during her conversation with Jane, except it was much stronger in his raw,
masculine presence. She shook her head to dispel the feeling. Her glasses
toppled to her nose, and she quickly fixed them. What was happening to her? Was
sleep deprivation frying her brain cells?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Nervously, she
swallowed and looked up to find him still staring at her. As if on their own
accord, her gaze slid down his lean body, taking in his massive thighs,
muscular arms, and tone middle. Weathered jeans clung to his sinewy frame, and
his dark hair was pulled back from an angular face with a strong jawline. He
was beyond attractive, and she wasn’t quite sure how to deal with that. Next to
him, the surrounding men seemed puny and miniscule, like hobbits. Rita sighed
heavily. Darn-it, she was no good around hot men!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Fortunately,
Jane and her posse spotted him at the same time and saved her from thinking.
The group fell into silence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Wow, look at
him,” one said, awestruck. “Looking good.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Which one is
that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“That’s Sal.
The quiet one. He was in my Art Appreciation class last year.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“And did ya’ll
have some study sessions?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I wish!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I want that
boy,” said another.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Girl, you can
have him after I’m done with him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You slut.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“What?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You heard me.
Slut!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">They giggled,
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the thought of one of them touching him. It didn’t make sense! Where had this
possessive jealously come from? She’d always been a pretty easy going girl, but
the thought of one of the gossipy heffas touching this particular Kellerton was
making her see red. She’d beat the shit out of them. Didn’t make sense…going
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No matter how hard she tries, Dehlia Lee McQueen can’t seem to overcome
her feelings for her boss, the vampire; Niall Cowan. The steamy
encounter they shared in his office haunts her days later after the
breakup and she tries to find a way to get him off her mind.
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<br />The little Friday night visit to Club Ravenous is just what two
neophyte witches need to take their mind off McQueen duties and let
their hair down for an evening—but there is no rest for the wicked. A
demon appears to them at the club and they discover a new threat looming
in Raven’s Falls.
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<br />Even though she was the one to break it off with him, Niall knows he
can never let Dehlia go. Silently he stalks her in the night and
follows her to Club Ravenous and decides to make his move on her. He
wants to pick up where they left off, but he shelters a dark secret from
the past—one that Dehlia may have a hard time forgiving.<br />
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Available on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Witch-Vampire-Ravens-Falls-Book-ebook/dp/B00POEDYDC/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1416136017&sr=1-5">Amazon </a> <br />
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Angela Covington embraces her inner dragon and realizes there’s more to her sister than she knew. A new foe is revealed, and she discovers that in order to survive, she must make a permanent decision. But, she doesn’t want to spend the rest of her life looking over her shoulder and considers joining forces with her sister to fight the threat that’s been plaguing their family for years. But can Melissa be trusted? </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Naeghyir acknowledges his fate and will do whatever it takes to protect Angela from the dragon hunter, but first he must protect her from her own flesh and blood. His confinement in the human realm has changed him, bringing about a thirst for violence and revenge. Survival is key, and in their endeavors they soon realize they must play the sick and twisted game of Angela's sister if they want to escape the hellish facilities. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Diane Belamont is unaware she's the object of Ethan Caine's desire. After just one week of living next door to the eligible bachelor, she's attracted to him, but only admires him in passing. </span><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Blind since birth, Ethan is unable to seize the opportunity of confronting the mysterious beauty next door out of fear of rejection. As the anticipation of getting to know her consumes him, he finally approaches her in a little coffee shop across the street. Is it possible to turn a chance encounter into a blossoming relationship? </span><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">After overcoming their fears, Ethan and Diane discover there is much more than the physical attraction they share with one another. They realize the mental bond forming between them is something they'd been searching for half their lives, but will they overcome their wounds and ghosts from the past? </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Available at<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blind-Passion-Intimate-Encounters-I-ebook/dp/B00P8QVQL8/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1415164263&sr=1-3"> Amazon</a> and <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/blind-passion-charisma-knight/1120698792?ean=2940150667853">Barnes & Noble</a> </span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14551958106945792187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573446884886330351.post-45100703439326060712014-10-31T04:43:00.000-07:002014-11-01T07:22:16.654-07:00New Release ~ Katrina<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Warning f/f<br />
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Introducing Katrina. I write in various genres and there are so many more stories coming to you. For those of you who enjoy female erotica, I'm sure you'll enjoy this. My editor told me this was a very hot story. It's mixed with a little blood and suspense. Hope you'll enjoy, and have yourself a Happy Halloween. ; )<br />
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="color: white;">Lucinda is unaware her sultry dreams are about to become a reality. Night after orgasmic night, she succumbs to the wildest dreams she's ever had at the hands of the mysterious yet familiar vampire, Katrina. Unfortunately, Marissa, Lucinda's girlfriend thinks she's cheating on her. </span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14551958106945792187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573446884886330351.post-91745300950064038772014-10-30T05:22:00.000-07:002014-10-31T06:22:57.102-07:00New Release ~ When The Night Comes ~ Paranormal AnthologyThis new paranormal anthology is only available on Amazon for 99cents, just in time for Halloween. Come on, get your paranormal fix...<br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>Cursed </b>as a teenager, Eden has lived her life in pain and fear, a target for all paranormal creatures, including Smith, a vampire with a bad attitude. But Smith doesn’t want to cause her pain, he just wants her. Even though she’s everything he is supposed to despise, he craves her body even more than he craves her blood. Forced to work together to break Eden’s curse and defeat one of Smith’s oldest enemies, they might just fall in love, if they don’t kill each other first! </i><b>HOT, DAMNED AND CURSED</b>by <i>Seraphina Donavan.</i><br /><br /><i><b>Ettie Stewart</b> is such a nice, good girl, that she doesn’t even balk when her parents ship her off to a fat camp. But what if being everyone’s good little girl can have unexpected benefits in the form of the fat camp’s hot chef, Henry? Find out in</i> <b>CLEVER GIRL</b> by<i> Kate Baum.</i><br /><br /><i><b>Isolated</b>her whole life, talking only to the animals only she can communicate, Melanie’s life changes dramatically when she meets Tim. Little does she know that Tim has secrets of his own. He understands her pain, because as a Reaper, he often delivers pain to others. But Melanie is different, and she makes him long for things that a Reaper shouldn’t… like love. </i><b>REAP WHAT YOU SOW</b> by<i><b> AR Von.</b> </i><br /><br /><i><b>Secret desires</b> haunt Death Angel, Bane. Obsessed with Willa Mae, the Angel of Willpower for a millennia, she’s his perfect counterpart. Willa harbors her own secret desires for Bane, but while he sees balance in their differences, she sees only despair and rejects him, damaging his ego and the fragile bond between them. But what will happen when an old foe reveals Willa’s secret? </i><b>DEATH ANGEL</b> by<i><b> Charisma Knight.</b> </i><br /><br /><i><b>To save the life</b> of an enslaved demon a druid will do anything to free him. A deadly rite will throw them together, but it’s their love they must rely on in the hunt for a future together.</i> <b>THE HUNTED</b> by<i><b>Shannan Albright.</b> </i><br /><br /><i><b>From two different worlds</b> Eloise Cummings and Baron MacArthur couldn’t be more different. She’s a druid and he’s a very ordinary, if successful, businessman. Still he’s drawn to her, after a chance encounter a year earlier and when fortune throws them together again, he feels compelled to pursue her. But Eloise can’t help but wonder what will happen when Baron learns the truth? Can this very ordinary man handle her very extraordinary nature, or will he walk away from her forever?</i> <b>HIS DRUID LOVER</b> by<i><b> Trish F. Leger</b> </i><br /><br /><i>Three supernaturals /b> walk into a bar, and no, it’s not a joke. They’re on the hunt for a killer, one who’s targeting their kind. They’ve come to find Hennessee, a known hunter, and in the process they meet his student, the sweet and lovely Susie. All of them are charmed by her, but one of them has fallen hard for her. Love is always dangerous, but even more so when you’re hunting a vicious succubus. </i><b><b>TAKEN</b> by <i><b>Leanore Elliott</b></i><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Seven sexy stories to set your little gothic heart aflutter!<strong> </strong></strong></b></span></h2>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14551958106945792187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573446884886330351.post-82076176428239101882014-10-06T15:45:00.000-07:002014-10-06T15:45:01.920-07:00Guest Blogger Sheri Fredericks<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Good evening all, today I'm spotlighting a good author friend of mine, Sheri Fredricks. You'll need to check out her books, I'm in the process of one-clicking myself. Taking some time off from writing and need to cuddle up with a good book .</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">SHE TAKES A CHANCE.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Determined to forge a better life, Ella launches her new business with high hopes—until a sexy Centaur bumps into her and throws her life off course forever. Voted “Most Eligible Bachelor in Boronda”, Aleksander shakes up her world and tilts her in more ways than one. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">HE’S IN DANGEROUS TERRITORY.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Years of warfare and countless bedroom encounters have stolen Kempor Aleksander’s luster for life. He never expects to rediscover his zeal in the small, redheaded form of Ella the Troll, who fires his blood hotter than the deepest caverns in the forest.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">A PASSION SO HOT.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">But as trouble lingers in their midst—and edges ever closer—Alek and Ella spiral into troubled terrain. Turning to each other, the pair face down dangers that run impenetrably deep in their mythological world. But will the two lovers discover a passion that runs even deeper?</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Gods. So wet, so ready. How was he supposed to hold back?</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Ella moaned, parted her thighs to his touch, and he easily found her hot nub with the pad of his thumb. As he sucked deeply on her taut nipple, his thumb brushed back and forth against the tiny bundle of nerves, drawing the little whimpers of pleasure that turned him on even more.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Alek lifted his head to sweep his lips against hers, gently licking them, teasing the corners, nibbling on her full lower one. Her lips lured him with their sensuous swell, and he learned he loved to kiss and taste them. Nip at them. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Lose hours just making love to her mouth. </span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Ella opened her mouth then, and he pounced on the perfect moment by slipping his tongue to find the hot slickness inside. The hesitant touch of her tongue against his, sent arrows of fire rocking through him. The strike went straight to his throbbing cock and aching balls.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Whoa, buddy. Slow down. He only had one opportunity to show how much he wanted her. How he felt about her—royal duties be damned.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Their tongues danced, slowly at first, and then darting back and forth while his thumb continued to work her clit in an unhurried motion. Ella moaned again, the tight sound echoing into his mouth. Her hands pulled at his back, straining her body closer to his.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">When she bent her legs and dropped her thighs wide open, he accepted her silent invitation to explore farther. He moved his hand until he slid two fingers into the hot well of her center.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Holy Bacchus. Hot, hot, hot!</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">So very wet. The tight walls of her sex were slippery with her juices, her flesh pulsing around his fingers.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Aleksander tore his mouth away from her.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Ella.” His voice was hoarse and he hardly recognized it. “I can’t wait any longer.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“Then don’t,” she urged. “I want you inside me. I want you now.”</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“You don’t need to tell me twice.” Meat Wrench jumped with joy.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Alek levered himself to his knees, ready for action. However, the sight of her damp, welcoming pink center was so tempting, so mouth-watering, that first he had to have a taste. Lowering his head, he used his thumbs to spread her labia wide, then lapped the length of her slit and let his goatee tickle her clit.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">“For the love of Bacchus!” Ella’s desperate keen of pleasure sent another surge of heat through him. And he loved those sounds.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Thus, he did it again…and again, not sure who he teased most. Licking the honey-tart taste from his lips, Aleksander moved into position, notching himself at her opening. With one firm roll of his hips, he entered her scorching, wet heat.</span><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">Oh, gods of mythic pleasure!</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abelia, a Boronda Forest Wood Nymph… </span><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">She came to Willow Bay to satisfy her curiosity of human life, and got more than she bargained for. </span><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Jack, an archeologist bent on discovery… </span><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">He can't wait to leave Pennsylvania and return to his explorations in Australia, where life is filled with dingos and roos. </span><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Danger abounds… </span><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Human hunters stalk the enthralling Abelia, and Jack comes to her rescue. The hunters back off, but she suddenly vanishes, and he's left confused as he returns home to the rugged Outback. </span><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">They’ll risk it all… </span><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">When Abelia magically appears in Jack's kitchen, she must divulge who and what she really is and risk the mythic people's secret for his help to return home. Meanwhile he risks his heart in convincing her to stay.</span></span><br />
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No, I don't want money, I've been paid for the cover by the publisher. I just want everyone to know I'm the creator of this cover. And I bear no ill will to the author. Maybe she didn't know any better? I doubt that seriously. Now mind you, simply changing the font doesn't make one a cover artist.<br />
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<span style="text-align: start;">I feel the cover up failed miserably and has taken from the original cover. Magnified right down to the pixels, the cover up looks like an electronic version of whiteout. I used several different stock photos to create this cover.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">So, that's it folks. I'm just putting it out there that I am the creator of this book cover titled The Makeover. I refuse to sit by and do nothing while someone else takes the credit for something I created. </span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the year 5052 A.D.
the city of Kingfisher was named for the river that ran beside it. In turn the
river was named for the amount of Kingfisher birds that hunted on it. The city
its self was basically low tech. Filled with thieves and bandits. Reku Gen was
a fair man and used his police wisely to control the vermin in order to protect
the innocent. Many merchants came to trade and sell merchandise. But many more
travelers came to study the magic at the mystic temples. In this age and time
only the strong survive……<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ruki Ito’s fat butt
smacked the ground hard but he wasn’t really hurt. Just his pride, and the fact
that he wasn’t man enough to do a damn thing about it. Being a rich merchant
had its perks but bravery wasn’t one of them. His extra dessert, one more piece
of chicken, and let me have just one more glass of apple cider, gulping gut was
to out of shape to fight his own battles. Gold coins spilled out of his coin
purse with a clang.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ten armed bandits
surrounded him and his bodyguard. A loud yell from one large particularly
muscular bandit had frightened him into stepping backward and slipping on a
loose stone. With a crocked smile the lead bandit stepped forward with his
katana out stretched in Ito and his bodyguard direction.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘Give up the Dragon’s
Kiss fatso.”The bearded man said harshly.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You gave up your
chance to live when you attacked us.” The body guard said directly.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shina Nightblade took
a defensive stance and readied her weapon for action. She lightly gripped the
black handle of her katana and slowly moved it to a better position. The
samurai solder’s jet black shoulder length hair was in a ponytail. Armor less
wearing only traditional garments, sandals and a white head band on her
forehead. She appeared very defensively skilled to the ten well armed men
surrounding her and her employer.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suddenly, Shina
charged forward at the first bandit in front of her. The man was armed with a
two handed axe, a large double bladed weapon which was<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>heavy and slow in combat compared to
the choices of light one hand weapons available in the area. But with his large
size and muscular build he had split many heads open with devastating power. It
has not failed him yet in combat, and he wasn’t about to let it now against a
woman whom thought she was a samurai warrior. With a loud battle cry and a
heavy step forward the powerful man raised his heavy weapon and came downward
at the <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">charging samurai
soldier with crushing force. Shina<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>adjusted her weapon twisting the blade to the rear and gritted her
teeth. The huge battle axe crushed down and struck nothing but the dusty earth
in front of it. The huge man shifted his eyes to the right as his target easily
darted out of the danger zone and shifted her weight to one side. The katana’s
blade was swung at an angle severing the bandit’s head, sending it crashing to
the ground with a thud. Blood spread upward like a fountain in the air.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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masked bandit blurted in confusion and disbelief. His Conrad’s body collapsed
limply. Even as the man and his partners in crime shook off the trauma of what
just had happened, the female warrior was headed toward her next target. An
average sized man armed with a rifle that was unable to fire before due to a
lack of a clear target. The rifle man also had been stunned by Nightblades
awesome display of combat skills, which allowed his opponent a few steps closer
than before. Adjusting back on his right leg, He threw his automatic rifle up
to his shoulder, aimed and fired! Rat-a-tat-tat tat! The gun kicked the 22
calibur bullets split the air but struck only Shina’s sword blade which had
been strategically placed to catch the speeding bullets deflecting them from
their primary course. Her face, right between the eyes. Glancing off with a
loud clang, the out of control bullets hit another bandit in the chest
instantly dropping him on his back to the ground dead. His double edged spear
bounced harmlessly to the side. With a ruthless cross cut to the rifleman’s
shoulder and neck; they were completely sliced through as well as his fire arm.
The bandit leader ordered the other six of his men to attack. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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He yelled trying to cover what just happened with<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>none credibility. But three of his men were dead and nothing
could change that fact. Three bandits armed with a spear, a broad sword ,and a
katana rushed with a loud battle cry into the mist of the raging battle.
Blocking the katana with an upward strike, Nightblade cut downward<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>to check her stance on both targets.
Spinning and almost stabbing the ground Shina skillfully blocked the broad
sword, forcing it downward with her sword hilt and executing a slicing blow to
the swordsman’s upper knee. Forcing him to drop to the ground which gave her
enough time to meet the swordsman, (whom clearly was not a samurai sense he was
not holding his weapon correctly for the proper usage) with a straight jab to
his abdomen that pierced his back and extended at least a foot. Ripping it
blade back through his stomach with a foot firmly pushed into his chest for
leverage she then spun and stabbed the struggling man, who was originally <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">armed with the broad
sword in the neck at an angle. Blood splashed on her face but the master
swordsman didn’t notice she simply continued her work.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Die you samurai
bitch!” The bandit leader yelled as he swung his heavy two handed- sword in
Shina’s direction. Only to be block and countered with a powerful cross cut to
his shoulders and she spun three hounded and sixty degrees to perform another
diagonal cut to his neck chest ,and abdomen in one whirling motion. The other
three bandits saw their leader crash to the ground in three pieces. The quickly
decided they better quickly change their profession in a hurry. Turing a way
and running, they made for the woods and brush they had leaped out of on the
Kingfisher trail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shina Nightblade
stood frozen in a back stance for a few seconds before grabbing her sword
scabbard and standing up straight. Whipping her sword blade up high she slowly put
it back into its scabbard without taking her eyes off the wilderness. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Wow! You’re really
something else!” Ruki Ito congratulated his bodyguard.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I had no idea you
were that bad ass.” He continued as he began to gather his gold coins and money
purse.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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cent I’m paying you.” The fat merchant said sitting on his butt smiling while
counting his gold.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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a ship. This entire cross country trip has been a disaster. These men were a
test. The magic syndicates have found out that you posses the Dragon’s Kiss.
You heard what the bandit said. Real assassins will be coming soon. We better
get to the city before night fall or we may encounter more trouble.” The
cautious soldier stated to her greedy out of shape employer.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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roof top was littered with dead Spider Clan assassins. The thick rain drops
washed the blood from the razor sharp blade of the katana that killed them.
Lighting flashed from the over head thunder clouds. The rain beat down on the
roof top like a drum. Shina Nightblade stood on the roof top of the Thypon
Corporation building frozen like a statue. Her tight black leather outfit
reflected the flashing lighting and out lined her sexy female shape. Her white
head band held her thick black hair that hung down to her shoulders out of her
eyes. The rain made it stick to her face and neck which her employer Ruki Ito
thought was just too hot. He watched his shapely bodyguard as she faced down
the latest assassin bounty hunter from behind the large garbage can next to the
door to the roof. The skillful Nightblade stood with slightly bent knees and
her hands gripping her katana over her head with the blade pointing downward at
an angle. The windy rain did nothing to break her concentration. Her deep blue
eyes focused on one thing. The deadly opponent across from her. Adjusting her
left foot for a better stance vibrated the blaster on her side and the dagger
strapped to the small of her back. Straight in front of her stood her toughest
opponent yet; </span></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Myst</span></i><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">. A lone wolf ninja assassin whom had
built quit a reputation for getting the job done and escaping completely clean.
He had killed half of the Spider clan member himself trying to get to Ruki Ito
himself. Armed with A six foot staff with twin crescent moon shaped blades on
either end of the weapon. The ninja was focused beyond the rain’s distraction.
Behind his disguise and blue and black camouflage he narrowed his eyes. Letting
out a loud battle cry he charged in Shina’s direction. In turn the skilled
student of the legendary Katana King gave her own cry of war and charged.
Leaping into the air the two combatants met weapon to weapon with a loud clang.
As he landed Myst whirled his weapon low and attacked the samurai soldier’s
feet. Shina stepped back twice to avoid the ends of razor sharp weapon’s
blades. She countered with a powerful downward cut but the ninja easily blocked
her attack. Rotating his staff weapon the assassin countered Nightblade yet
again. Turning to the side and shifting her katana diagonally the skilled<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>swordsman blocked the ninja’s
deceptive assault. Whiling her body the opposite direction and dragging her right
foot low to the ground; Shina hooked the bounty hunters feet sweeping him to
his back. Instantly she turned and bolted in her employer’s direction. Taking a
quick glance behind her, she saw Myst was already to his feet and in pursuit.
The assassin abruptly stopped and ripped his blaster from his hip. Leaping to
the top of garbage container the bodyguard avoided several plasma blasts that
streaked in to the wall of the building and side of the trash container. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What the!!??” Ruki
Ito freaked as Shina crouched beside him.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You’re
supposed ttt… to be out there!” The fat merchant complained. The samurai
soldier rose up straight and peered in bounty hunters direction<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Myst was charging at full speed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nightblade quickly
unsnapped a pouch on her utility belt and drew out a small white golf ball shaped
object. Raising it up high she slammed it to the wet ground between her and
Ruki Ito. As it detonated an enormous cloud of white smoke engulfed her and her
employer. Myst slid to a halt and fired his blaster horizontally in a sweep
into smoke cloud. As the white screen cleared the bounty hunter leaped to the
top of the large trash container. Shina Nightblade was gone and so was her
employer. Spinning his blaster like an old west gunslinger Myst replaced it in
its holster. He scanned the roof top once more from atop the container but only
the dead Spider Clan assassins bodies remained. Ruki Ito and the Dragon’s Kiss
hand slipped between his fingers for now. He whirled his bladed staff and
exited the building roof top.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>PROLOGUE</h1>
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<span style="font-family: "Bernard MT Condensed"; font-size: 9.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Busy traffic zipped through the Techron
City streets while above the air was filled with fling cars traveling to and
fro. The bright rays reflected off their shiny paint jobs. Fast paced patrons
quickly stepped their way to their destinations. Gigantic video screened
billboards covered the building walls with tones of advertisements and sales
pitches. A gray and blue police car slowly floated to the street and switched
to driving mode. A slime muscular sky boarder zipped through the bustling air
traffic and road his board smoothly to a halt onto a nearby sidewalk. His black
leather flight jacket with pants and boots to match brought out his light blue
T-shirt. He deactivated his magna-lock boots and his magna-lock strip on his
board allowing him to step down to the ground. His anti-gravity generator
levitated it about a foot above the concrete below. As the board’s engines shut
down with a high pitched hum. The twenty five year old African American male
grabbed it with one hand and it responding to his touch shut off its anti-grav
unit. Jackson Salter with board under arm walked to the Techron City museum and
magna-locked it to the bike chain bar outside of the building’s sliding door
before entering. The former sky boarding champion checked his cell phone for
missed calls but he had none. He had put his phone on silent while he was
riding the air waves to help him stay focused.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As he entered the crowded hall way a familiar voice caught
his attention. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Jackson!” A vibrant male voice called out to him from behind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Man what up!” A slim Chinese man about twenty years of age rushed
toward him through the museum doors. Mark Chang’s friendly greeted him with a
day brightening spirit. Jackson swung his right hand to slap him five. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Man I thought you weren’t gonna show up.” Jackson said smiling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Come on dog, you know I wouldn’t miss this exhibit’s opening for the
world.” Mark expressed laughing. The dueo turned and headed back toward the
center of the building.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“So do you think anyone will try for the vase?” Mark asked his friend
casually. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I wouldn’t doubt it.” Jackson said with a sigh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“If any magic users are familiar with the keys they’ll be able to see
through its mask.” He added. They threaded their way through the schools of
people until they reached the museum elevators. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I hope we can get away from this day from being a magic show down fight
scene.” Mark joked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I would really would like to see the honeys that are here to check out
the vase.” He continued. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Being mage warriors was getting in
the way of marks love life a little. He would be in the middle of a date some
night and some creature or monster would show up in his area with sights on
him. Trying to get him out of the way. He had lost some pretty hot chicks
because something scary attacked him and his date in some restaurant while they
were eating. Most girls he knew didn’t like scary hell spawn with three or four
eyes and long and sharp teeth. Jackson was feeling it too. The mage warrior
thing was a little tough with dealing with women considering how many magical
creature they had faced in the last month. They hadn’t had a lot of good nights
rest lately. A lot of creepy crawlie’s had showed up in the same place. Four or
five trolls or two or three hell hounds. They hardly ever encountered more than
one of the tougher creatures at once, but lately they had been showing up in
small groups. But this job was different. They were watching out for a magic
thief. The vase on the display was an artifact of great power. To the every
-day public the vase was a priceless relic dug up in the African dessert. But
Jackson and Mark both knew the truth. If a rogue magic user that knew how to
use the vase got their hands on it, they would have a problem that wouldn’t go
away on its own any time soon. As the elevator stopped the doors slide open and
the two young men exited it into the hallway. As they made their way to the
exhibit they noticed the large crowd of people swarming around the vase’s
window. Photographers snapped photos and reporters wrote columns on their touch
screen computers. As they made it to the window a wave of invisible water
crashed into them and stopped them dead in their tracks. Other people showed no
response as if nothing had happened to them. One older man stepped from behind
them and glanced at them for their rudeness of stopping so abruptly in the isle
way. As the man made his way on down the isle mark cut his eyes at his partner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Did you feel that?” The warrior mage asked with a serious look.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Yeah, somebody just shrouded themselves.” Cutting his eyes to meet
Jackson’s gaze. They both scanned the area around them. Checking out the crowd
and the exhibit window but everyone was acting normal as if nothing strange had
happened. Jackson took a deep breath and looked around the room once more. Mark
looked at him with a little disappointment in his eyes. They both new what a
shroud spell mint, they were dealing with a strong magic user. A experienced
magic user that had detected them first. And there was no doubt that he or she
knew what the vase in the exhibit was. Jackson had the ability to detect the
mage but he would have to summon his source weapon <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Emerald Shadow</i>. Its power could see through shroud cloaking cloudy
magic but summoning it would cause a little too much of a scene in the general
public. Mark looked at the crowd once more then back at Jackson. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Do you think they will try for it now.” He asked his partner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I don’t know but they made us that’s for sure. Let’s just see what
happens.” Jackson said scanning the crowd once more but still detecting nothing
unusual. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>From the center of the crowd a sexy female shape softly freed its self
from the droves of people. Her blonde and black streaked hair was whipped with
big curls that brought out her Chinese shaped eyes. Her thick curvy shape was
fitted to her black jeans and black denim jacket. The woman’s white silk shirt
bulged from her healthy breast. Her black high heeled shoes clicked as she made
a path to get breathing room. The young woman’s right hand held a digital
camera shoulder height to protect it from damage. A small leather camera case
was slung over the African American ladies shoulder. Jackson refocused his eyes
and made sure he wasn’t dreaming. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Damn! </i>He thought. The sexy
female made her way toward him and stopped a few steps short as her light brown
eyes met his.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Jackson?” She explained.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Mark turned his eyes to his friend’s direction but Jackson
remained focused on the vision of beauty in front of him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I can’t believe it! It’s really you!” The young woman continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Tameka?” The young mage said with a frown. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Tameka Henry? I don’t believe it.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He continued with a deep breath. Tameka stepped forward a
few steps and looked down to gather words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Well it’s been a long time hasn’t it?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tameka said with a smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Yeah it has.” Jackson replied slowly rolling his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“So what are you doing in Techron?” She asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I’m working with my homeboy at the sky boarder convention.” Jackson
quickly lied and turned his eyes to Mark who met his gaze with an innocent
expression.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Yeah auh…Hi I’m Mark Chang assistant director of the Silver Eagle sky
boarding competition.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mark quickly
stated holding out his right hand for a friendly greeting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tameka held out her hand and shook
marks with a soft manicured grip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“It’s nice to meet you.” She said. Jackson lit up a fake smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What are you doing here?” He asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Oh, I’m working for the Solar
Flare a web based news paper here in the city. I’ve lived here about three
years with my Grandmother. She needed a little help around the house so I moved
from Boston to help her out.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“That was nice of you.” Jackson said with another fake smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tameka reached into her jacket pocket
raveled her cell phone. It buzzed and vibrated. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Oh, it’s my Grandmother; I’ll be working here all week.” She committed.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“It would be alright with me if you stopped by.” The sexy reporter said
with a smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Hey hold on, let me give you my card.” She reached into her bag and
pulled out her business card and gave it to Jackson. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I’ve gotta take this, see you later.” She said dipping through the
crowd to the elevator.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Wow! Who’s Tameka? She’s really hot.” Mark said looking at Jackson with
wide eyes and a friendly smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Just a memory from along time ago.” Jackson committed still staring in
the young reporters direction as she vanished into the museum elevator.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Any way that magic user must have defiantly made us.” The blade caster
said attempting to change the subject.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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shook from the explosion. The alley cats and stray dogs scrambled for safety.
The battle between the Blade Caster, the Ninja Master and Dark Samurai had
climaxed. The awesome power of Honiko Umari’s soul cutter katana had paused and
apparently had won the battle. Oak trees and park benches vibrated as Umari
stood motionless watching the smoke clear inside his magical dome of
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</span>His energy dome deactivated and the smoke and dust floated freely
through the air of the twenty foot radius of the park it covered. Suddenly a
flurry of machine gun bullets zinged through the air from the dust in his
direction! Instantly he magically spun his spirit powered katana on his finger
tips and easily deflected the attack. As the smoke cleared Nighthunter faded
into view blasting at will! Jackson Salter’s appeared into existence behind the
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charged missile. Nighthunter blasted heavy cover fire to keep their adversary
defending. By the time Honiko Umari realized what was happening and how
powerful his opponent’s attack was Jackson’s light arrow slammed against his
spinning soul cutter shield and detonated like a cruse missile! The massive
explosion was so powerful that it shredded three trees and destroyed a park
bench not to mention blew a ten foot creator where Umari was originally
standing. In the mist of the smoke, dust, and fiery coals the Dark Samurai
crawled toward his magical weapon which was laying a few feet just out of his
reach. Smoke streamed from Jackson’s arrow that was lodged fast in his left
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Jackson Salter’s called from behind him. The Master Ninja turned to see his
mage warrior comrade transform from a magic powered emerald samurai warrior
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flight jacket, gens, and boots to match. His long bow too faded and vanished
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Jackson’s arrow lodged in his shoulder! The samurai then grabbed his katana and
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14551958106945792187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573446884886330351.post-33714807367204653732014-09-18T07:38:00.001-07:002014-09-18T07:40:37.106-07:00Promoting Your BacklistHey there. I hope you all have had an enjoyable week, it's almost over and I'm looking forward to the weekend.<br />
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As you all know I love to host authors who write in various genres in the industry. I've also found some wonderful new books this way too. But before I get off track, I was in the process of promoting my newest release, Ensnared when I thought about my backlist. I know you all can relate that we sometimes focus on promoting our new releases so hard, we tend to forget about the older books. Why is that? LOL There are many readers out there that probably haven't been introduced to your older titles, and may only be familiar with your new work, as there are a plethora of authors. So why not talk about those older releases on your blog, or an author interview, or even tweet a few enticing lines? Let's make this a weekly thing.<br />
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I have two upcoming titles coming from Evernight Publishing, Lucinda and When Worlds Collide and let me tell you, I'm anxiously awaiting the cover art! So, I'm going to spotlight my vampire romance, Black Dawn.<br />
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I'd almost forgotten how well I connected with Dane and Dar when I wrote this story. Dane is my wise-cracking hybrid fae vampire who's a little rough around the edges and totally alpha. Dar, my heroine is sassy and not afraid of him as she ventures into the newly defunct human realm to find her sister, Zari.<br />
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">Dar learns the king plans to close the portal to the human realm. To make matters worse, her sister is in the now defunct world. Risking everything, she slips into the human world and meets up with a vampire. However, his assistance comes with a price…</span></strong></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">Dane is a loner and has his own ass to worry about. He should have never fallen for the sheltered fairy with the bedroom eyes, but she’s stolen his heart. He reluctantly agrees to help the little vixen, but at what cost?</span></strong></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">The vampire and the fairy are from two different worlds, but they soon realize just how much they mean to each other.</span></strong></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">Dar eavesdropped on her father’s conversation involving the vampires taking over the human realm. Her mother had informed her that eavesdropping would one day introduce her to something she wasn’t ready to grasp. She swallowed hard and cringed. Today was that day.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">Her father, Cyrus, his second in command, Thom, and King Zurion spoke in hushed tones. The large wooden double doors had been left ajar. Thankful for that unnoticed mistake, she stood in the small juncture off to the left of the king’s meeting chambers.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">“</span><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I’m sorry, but we’re still unable to zero in on the exact location where your daughter is being held.” Thom focused his gaze on the king. “We need more time to find her.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">“</span><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">We’ve wasted enough time and energy on this matter. “ King Zurion’s voice thundered through the air like a harrowing storm. “If we don’t seal the portals leading to the human realm, we’ll put everyone at risk.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">Cyrus knelt on one knee and bowed his head. “I beg of you. Please allow me time to find my eldest daughter. If you seal the portals now, she’ll be trapped there forever. Zari balances the dark, just as my youngest, Dar, balances the light. Neither can be recreated.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">“True.” </span><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Zurion spoke harshly. “She cannot be recreated, but even if they should cease to exist, that will have no bearing on our world continuing to exist. ”Dar’s fist tightened at the king’s cruel words. She often wondered how her father continued to serve such an asinine ruler. “How can you say that?” Cyrus’s voice was strained and Dar knew her father fought to contain his anger. She wished he’d give Zurion a piece of his mind. “She is my child!”</span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">Zurion’s tone was emotionless. “I sense the vampires are utilizing her powers to bring forth darkness in the human world. Don’t you see, it is the only way to preserve Sychuria? The human population has dwindled greatly, and we can no longer protect the humans the way we used to. They have willingly submitted to the vampires.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Cyrus stiffened and worry graced</span> <span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">his face. “So what you’re telling me is my daughter is expendable?”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">“</span><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I’m sorry, but—it is what it is.” The king stroked his beard and frowned. “This is a most unfortunate matter we’re experiencing. You know as well as I that we cannot risk saving one while placing the entire community in danger.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">“</span><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Please. I’ll do whatever it takes.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">Dar placed a hand over her mouth to stifle a sob. It broke her heart to hear the sorrow in her father’s voice, but deep down inside, anger began to blossom. She grew tired of the hold the king had on their people.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">King Zurion sighed. “Lucky for you I’m taking into consideration the honorable service you have done for me, but you will have no more than three days' time to locate Zari. If you do not find her by then, I’m closing the portal, with or without you and your daughter.” The king continued stroking his long white beard. “Do I make myself clear?”</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">When Cyrus and Thom exited Zurion’s chambers, Dar approached them. She knew it would take most of her energy to convince her father to come along. In case he denied her, she had a backup plan to take care of him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">“</span><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I’m going with you,” she blurted out stubbornly as they walked down the long corridor. “I heard what King Zurion said.” She shook her head sadly. “I can’t believe he would abandon Zari like that.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">“</span><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">You’d be wise to listen to your father,” Thom suggested as he strode along proudly by Cyrus’s side.</span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">Cyrus grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into a corner. “Thom, meet me outside the gate.” Thom nodded and left them.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">“</span><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">You’ll go back to your chambers and wait for me to bring Zari back. I’ve told you no good will ever come of you listening in on conversations.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">She watched as beads of sweat erupted on his smooth mocha skin. Ignoring her father’s remark and his piercing brown eyes, Dar pulled from his grasp and stood her ground. “Take me with you. I can help find Zari.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">“You’re such a pig-headed child!” Cyrus snorted. “You make me look bad in the eyes of our king! Why do you try so hard to defy me?” Her father sucked in a quick breath and if looks could kill, she knew she’d be dead.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">Cyrus lowered his voice. “I didn’t tell the king this, but Zari left of her own accord. She wanted to see what the human realm was all about. I forbade her to go and she defied me!”</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">“Okay, I’m sure she didn’t have your permission, but you shouldn’t hold that against her. We’ve never cared for Zurion’s strict rules! He speaks for the people, and anyone who speaks against him is shunned. It’s not right and you know it.”</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">It’s against the law, what you speak!” Cyrus sputtered. “How many times do I have to keep telling you girls?”</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">“Exactly!” Dar pointed out. <em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">“The law.</em> A law that forbids the inhabitants of Sychuria from venturing to other realms is a stupid law. Making one feel like they must walk on eggshells is not living, but merely existing. We are the living dead.”</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">“Watch your tongue, young lady.” Cyrus warned.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">“</span><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Oh, so it’s okay to have our free will taken from us? Why do you support him? We’re mere cattle. How can we evolve if we do not explore? Why keep us in unseen bondage?”</span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">“Dar, what you speak is treason and is punishable by death!”</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">“Father, it is the truth! You know it as well as I!”</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">“Silence, child! I’ll hear no more of this senseless drivel!” Spittle spew from her father’s lips, he was so angry. For a split second, she believed he’d strike her or turn her in to the king. His eyes spoke volumes. He frightened her, but not enough for her to back down.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">“</span><span lang="EN-US" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I disagree with you, father.” She had to continue to stand her ground. What was the use of existing if one was told what to do and not to do in their free time? She put her hands on her hips and frowned. “Once you find Zari, you’re going to turn her into the king, aren’t you?”</span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">“I’m Zurion’s first in command. I must obey the law, Dar. You know that.”</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">“Even though you know her punishment? Why do you have to say anything? Just continue to let people think she was kidnapped.”</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">“Your sister defied me and there are a few who know of this, like Thom. If I do nothing, then I’m sending a message to the entire community that it’s okay for everyone to come and go to the human realms. These laws are in force for a reason! To protect us!”</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">“Thom is a good friend of yours. You’ve known each other since you were young boys.”</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">Cyrus shook his head in agitation. “That’s not the point, Dar! Oh, child, I’m wasting my time with you. Please go and find something to do. I hope to be back in less than a day. Whatever happens with Zari....” He held his head down for a few seconds, as though he was battling himself. “She brought it on herself.”</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">“Why do you expect me to sit back and do nothing? I won’t have her punished.” We are close, and I’ll probably have a better way of finding her than you or your guards. Father. Have you ever stopped to think she doesn’t want to be found?”</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', times; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">Cyrus’s brows furrowed. “You leave me no choice but to lock you away in your chambers. I’ll place two guards outside your door.” He turned his back on her and that was when Dar seized her opportunity after observing they were alone in the great hall.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><strong style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Author Bio:</strong><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"> b. 1940. Resident in the UK. Writer of poetry, literary criticism, speculative fiction and romance. Main poetry collection </span><em style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Prickling Counterpoints</em><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"> (1998); poems published in online </span><em style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">International Times.</em><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"> Main speculative works </span><em style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">High Wired On </em><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;">(2002); </span><em style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Rock Bottom</em><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"> (2005). Translation of Spanish epic </span><em style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">La Araucana</em><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;">, Amazon 2013. Romances: </span><em style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Self’s Blossom</em><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;">; </span><em style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Explorations</em><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;">; </span><em style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Further Explorations</em><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;">; </span><em style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Therapy Rapture</em><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;">; </span><em style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Darlene, An Ecstatic Rendezvous </em><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;">(all pub Extasy (Devine Destinies). Singer-songwriter/guitarist. Main CD albums </span><em style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Bacteria Shrapnel</em><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"> and </span><em style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Kaleidoscope Concentrate. </em><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;">Many tracks on You Tube, under ‘Dave Russell’</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">This is about a young woman's self-discovery. Selene is a 'success story', having become a top journalist, while retaining her dazzling looks. However, in the past she has had unhappy relationships, and feels she has missed out on hedonistic fun. This she obtains, firstly with a young stranger on a beach, and finally with enigmatic Hudson: tryst is preceded by cultural tourism, and careful sizing up of minds. Afterwards Selene returns to her 'I stand on my own' attitude. While she is on holiday, her mind is free to ramble, often into Selene's chequered past. Flashback blurs into the present, past-rooted interior monologue into direct observation. The dialogue is sparse. Selene is a cautious, premeditative type, in whom thought, reflection and analysis outweigh direct action. Selene’s subtle, monitoring mind coolly observes and controls all the events. Maybe she is super-confident, or perhaps has a deep, underlying insecurity. She is many things to many readers.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"> <span lang="EN-CA" style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Here she was on a beach, pure and simple. Now the sea breathed heavily, whispering and murmuring to her. It was returning her, stare speaking to her. It was the spirit of love beckoning her with a pulsing, sinewy body. In all its lines, shades, and fleeting forms, Selene saw the essence of pure beauty, all grace of form, flesh, limb and feature. It was in one all the lovers of whom she could possibly dream, conflated into one elemental ideal. He, pure love in soul, bade her to enter his domain and make it hers. His arms moved her hands to unclasp, unbutton, and unzip…the blossom emerged. The sun became the eye of all that was not earth, and Selene loved fully, though the pallor of her skin left her momentarily abashed.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"> <span lang="EN-CA" style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">At first she lay in the tide's path, the top of her head at its most extreme mark. The sand bank made a soft bed. The sea lover smoothly caressed her calves, thighs, hips, breasts, shoulders and cheeks before retreating to pause in his mossy pinnacles. Three times this action was repeated, and then Selene stood up, wading in with arms outstretched. Her arms were linked as she stood up to her neck in the saline flow. The balls and heels of her feet wobbled, slithering on the moss. With the next wave, she lost her balance--her breath heaved in unison with the hissing around her. She threw her head back once again horizontal, and launched into a backstroke, sweeping and circling. She parted her legs wide with each thrust of motion, each sweep of self-propulsion pushing out to answer the cavernous currents of his passion. Seven circles gave her a delicious, warm bliss--then the sea lover, well pleased, carried her back to a near-dry bed. Aching and contented Selene dozed a while.</span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1410629221126_62687" style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">At last, the sun peeped through the cloud-blankets after all those overcast days. I needed to be refreshed again. It had now been quite a while since that last fabulous foray, which had so beautifully realized my dreams, and convinced me unreservedly that I had overcome that fumbling clumsiness to attain tactile fulfilment. It had flushed me with a surge of my unrealized teenage —all those things I’d missed in those formative years, now the gaps and fissures filled in— made me feel I’d both frozen the body and mind in their freshness, and kept them pulsing, too. The intervening daily routines had levelled comfortably down, then dullness loomed again. So, it came to me in a flash, with light shards shimmering from my stepping into a puddle—I desperately needed a replay, a recharge—activate the spark plug.</span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1410629221126_62689" style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Indeed, there was a twinge of regret coursing through me about having mislaid Sandra’s number. It was so stupid of me to throw out that precious piece of paper in that fit of impulsive spring-cleaning, which often has the effect of unearthing old snippets of sentimental value, and reconnecting with submerged, valid threads which are then slotted into reflective order. Not all was lost, though. No one is finally unique, no matter how exceptional she appears. There are always others. Just cast an eye on those other fish in the sea, those beautiful swathes milling through the shopping precincts, that visual, tactile kaleidoscope, brushing off on me, making me feel rejuvenated.</span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1410629221126_62690" style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">For some time now, I kept that next in preference, special, alluring phone number lying alluringly in the top of my desk drawer, together with its seductive picture, throbbing in that electric corset, with a bit of plastic sheen, but not too much. The photo was in the back number of <em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Rendezvous</em> magazine. It was Darlene, her firm breasts feeling like power switches throwing out energy to my delicate touch. Some evenings, I alternated between looking at her picture, watching Madonna’s <em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Erotica</em>video and looking online at the catalogues of retro lingerie. It was a turn-on flashback to those relics of a repressive era relating in some way to current tastes for bondage and corporal punishment— probably now that the horrid past is now at a safe distance, for some of the people, some of the time.</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14551958106945792187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573446884886330351.post-36965549971859832222014-09-06T08:34:00.001-07:002014-09-07T08:40:56.374-07:00New Release ~ EnsnaredHola, my darlings! Ensnared is finally available for sale at Sugar and Spice Press! Get your copy today!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14551958106945792187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573446884886330351.post-14782190657665061712014-09-04T09:25:00.000-07:002014-09-04T09:25:19.748-07:00The Drea and Milana Show Hey all! Saturday September 6th, I'm going to be on the Drea and Milana Show talking about my upcoming release, Ensnared which will drop hours before the show, and my Raven's Falls Series. <br />
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I'll also provide you with a little excerpt with Zena and Rhogwaar. For those of you who read the book, you'll know the right questions to ask. I'm currently working on Book 2 at the moment. Oh and there's just one little trivia question I need you guys to answer on Saturday. What is the name of the Vaakulsian Dragon suffering from experiments at the hands of The Agency? The first three to answer correctly when they call will receive Amazon gift cards for $10.<br />
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Blurbs and <b>explicit</b> excerpts will be shared and we'll be talking natural hair care too. Yeah, I figured we'd mix things up a bit. If you're on that natural hair care journey, you should call in just for some of the tips I'm going to share!<br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Blurb for Tina Donahue’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Make Me Surrender </i>(menage):<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">She has a
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">For over a
year, Mercy’s had her eye on Travis and Dutch, two of the hottest guys on the
Oregon coast. Dark and dangerously virile, Travis owns a saloon that caters to
bikers. Dutch looks like one, right down to his impressive tats, and operates a
motorcycle repair shop on the premises.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">When a
position opens in the saloon’s kitchen, Mercy sees a way to be near these
sinfully sexy men, wanting the job and lodging, her cabin snuggled between
theirs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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so sure about having Mercy nearby. She’s deliciously curvy, but too nice. He’s
into temporary fun. To Dutch, forever is a dirty word.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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their surprise when sweet little Mercy encourages wild nights of carnal
pleasure with a dash of bondage and spanking…followed by friendship and
tenderness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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through, these tough guys will be the ones who’ve surrendered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Shaking
off her uncertainty, Mercy pulled a plate from beneath the counter. On it was
her gift to Travis and Dutch. Treats she always offered them when they came
here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Travis
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Iced Tea and three packages of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Mercy’s
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over her nipples, sending a thrum of delight through her body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She
managed a wobbly smile. He produced an interested grin, making a dimple in his
beard-shadowed cheek. Her belly fluttered and her heart sank. His attention was
on the plate she’d set out, not her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Hey,”
she murmured, soft and warm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His
gaze flicked up. A flash of heat burned in his dreamy eyes before it faded
beneath what appeared to be confusion. As though he hadn’t expected that sultry
greeting to have come from her. “Hey.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His
voice was so fucking deep and rough, Mercy had difficulty breathing. Jill made
a noise that sounded too turned on. Mercy kicked her friend’s running shoe; an
order for her to beat it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jill
pivoted and hurried off, her narrow shoulders drawn to her skinny body, her
blonde ponytail bouncing over her thin neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .3in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Want
one?” Mercy breathed to Travis. She stroked the lip of the plate with the same
care she would his balls and cock. If he’d only let her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .3in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Travis
studied her breasts as though he’d never noticed them before, which he hadn’t.
Given the unusual summer heat, the air conditioning had kicked on, making it
nicely chilly in here. The cold air had pebbled Mercy’s nipples against her
stretchy cotton tee. When she’d seen him and Dutch pull up, she’d ditched her
shapeless Fast Fill jacket.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Travis’s
sexy smile said he appreciated her boobs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Mercy
pulled back her shoulders to give him an even better look at her chest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Joining
them, Dutch dropped packs of M&M’s and Lay’s potato chips on the counter.
“What’s this?” He regarded the plate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Travis
dragged his attention back to the gourmet cupcakes. Mercy had baked them this
morning, hoping he and Dutch would show up as they usually did on Sunday
afternoons. Their only time off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Breakfast
and dessert,” she cooed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Travis
lifted one dark eyebrow. Dutch had finally discovered her tight-as-hell nipples
and remained riveted on them. “Huh?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Mercy’s
skin prickled with excitement and more than a little lust. “Technically,
they’re bacon and banana cupcakes, with maple, peanut butter, and bacon
topping.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She
ran her finger over the edge of one then offered a taste of the frosting to
both men. Eager to know who’d lick her first. “Try it. It’s as good as the
other stuff I’ve given you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">They
reached for her at the same time, their hands bumping each other. Dutch curled
his fingers around her wrist. Before he could lift her hand, Travis drew
Mercy’s finger between his lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She
blinked wildly. Her pulse pounded out of control at the wet heat of his mouth
and Dutch running his thumb over her wrist. Travis suckled gently, swirling his
tongue around Mercy’s nail, driving her crazy with need.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .3in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Hmm.”
His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed with his swallow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She
fought an insane urge to lick it and his bristly throat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You
should try this,” he said to Dutch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I
was about to.” He twisted his mouth at her finger still damp from Travis’s
awesome tongue. Dutch kept stroking her skin, until he seemed to realize what
he was doing. After releasing her, he grabbed a cupcake and devoured half of it
in one bite. Frosting clung to the corners of his mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Mesmerized,
Mercy watched him chew.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He
swallowed. “Fuck—I mean, damn, this is good. Even better than the other ones
you’ve made.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Travis
nodded as he gobbled his cupcake. Another strand of hair swayed forward,
grazing his unshaven cheek.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .3in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sex
radiated from them, weakening every part of Mercy’s body, making her reckless
and bold.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I
have a proposition,” she whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .3in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Dutch’s
chews slowed. Travis forced down a swallow and frowned. “What? Didn’t hear
that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She
spoke louder. “A proposition. I have one.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">AUTHOR TAGLINE’S FOR NOVELLAS IN BROUGHT TO HIS
KNEES<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Dark Wolf Enterprises<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A.M.
Griffin<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Murder, mayhem and imprinting with a hot wolf
shifter… And they say being an accountant is boring.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Building Bridges<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Amy Ruttan<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">A vet tech and a lone wolf
rancher ride out a sudden storm, but can they weather the emotions they stir up
in each other...</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Three Strikes<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Anya
Richards<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Two lonely men. One secret affair. Irresistible
passion that will push them both to the breaking point, and beyond.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A Cowboy’s Seduction<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Cynthia
D’Alba<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><i><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: white;">One exhausted
cowboy + One uptight accountant x A tropical resort = A hot seduction. But who
is seducing whom?</span></span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Born to Sin<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Danica
Avet<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><i><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">A tomboy in love
makes a desperate attempt to seduce her best friend and succeeds beyond her
wildest dreams. But this Alpha male isn’t easily tamed and has secrets that
could very well tear them apart.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The Sound of Your Name<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Felice Fox<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: white;">Their silent erotic encounters change his luck
and awaken his soul, but secrets and cowboy superstitions can only keep them
apart.</span></span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Beneath the Pages<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jennifer
Kacey<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: white;">One wicked night
with her did nothing but whet his appetite. Now he’ll settle for nothing less
than her complete submission.</span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Cruising for Love<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Lynne
Silver<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A vacation cruise comes with surprises—like the
BDSM theme and her high school love, the one man she can’t resist.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Whipped<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sabrina
York<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: white;">A scalding
attraction. An irresistible passion. A pity she’s the one woman he can never
have…</span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Chief Sin<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sayde
Grace<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: white;">A taste of Sin isn’t enough.
Instead she wants all of him, including the heart she once broke.</span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Make Me Surrender<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Tina
Donahue<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">When it
comes to two of the hottest guys in town, she has a proposition…to win their
attention, passion, hearts.</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">BIO:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic,
paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing,
Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington<i>. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly,</i> <i>Romantic
Times</i> and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic
romances (<i>Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, </i>and
<i>Deep, Dark, Delicious) </i>were named
finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon
reviews, chose her erotic romance <i>Sensual
Stranger</i> as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib
Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for <i>Lush Velvet Nights</i>, and two of her titles (<i>The Yearning </i>and <i>Deep, Dark,
Delicious) </i>received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition
(2011 and 2012). <i>Take Me Away </i>and <i>Adored </i>both won second place in the NEC
RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short
Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern
newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">FB
Fanpage: </span></b><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/TinaDonahueBooks">https://www.facebook.com/TinaDonahueBooks</a></span></u><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Email:
</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><a href="mailto:tina@tinadonahue.com"><span style="color: windowtext; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">tina@tinadonahue.com</span></a></span><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Website:
</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><a href="http://www.tinadonahue.com/">http://www.tinadonahue.com/</a></span><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Blog: </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><a href="http://www.tinadonahue.com/blog/">http://www.tinadonahue.com/blog/</a></span><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Twitter:
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Triberr:
</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><a href="http://triberr.com/tinadonahue">http://triberr.com/tinadonahue</a></span><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Amazon
author page: </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/author/tinadonahue">https://www.amazon.com/author/tinadonahue</a></span><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">My
page at TRR: </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><a href="http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/mypageprofile.php?location=tinadonahue">http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/mypageprofile.php?location=tinadonahue</a><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">EC Author Page: </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><a href="https://www.ellorascave.com/index.php/authors/index/author/slug/tina-donahue/">https://www.ellorascave.com/index.php/authors/index/author/slug/tina-donahue/</a><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Samhain Author Page: </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><a href="http://store.samhainpublishing.com/Tina-Donahue-pa-1630.html">http://store.samhainpublishing.com/Tina-Donahue-pa-1630.html</a><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Naturally feisty Charlie Marine plans for an extended vacation on Mars in spite of all the abductions in her area. When she misses her shuttle, a strange Xuldarian man claiming to be a pilot approaches her. Against her better judgment and eager to start her vacation, she takes him up on his offer and discovers she’s been abducted and to be delivered to a Vaakulsian Commander--Rhyker Aluhira. </span><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Rhyker knew from the first time he laid eyes on the tall, dark, and beautiful Earth goddess that he was in for the long haul--only, he didn’t know just how much of a fight she’d put up to preserve her identity. Unlike submissive Xuldarian and Vaakulsian women, Charlie is brave and defiant. Rhyker fears her outspoken ways will soon place her in danger. Can Rhyker and Charlie meet each other half way or will they continue to butt heads in a world where women are expected to be subservient?</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Coming to Sugar and Spice Press September 6 </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14551958106945792187noreply@blogger.com0