tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30319948927987921672024-02-20T16:41:21.908-08:00Author Nikki PrinceAuthor Nikki Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17083096991538046379noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031994892798792167.post-26602229669856982102013-02-13T20:04:00.001-08:002013-02-13T20:04:24.416-08:00Ashlynne Laynne... Paranormal Romance...And Beyond: Guest Author Series: Nikki Prince<a href="http://ashlynnelaynne.blogspot.com/2013/02/guest-author-series-nikki-prince.html?spref=bl">Ashlynne Laynne... Paranormal Romance...And Beyond: Guest Author Series: Nikki Prince</a>: Happy Valentine's Day All! I have a sweet treat for all of you today. Few authors have the ability to suck you in with their words and le...Author Nikki Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17083096991538046379noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031994892798792167.post-71505493753135808932013-01-17T09:04:00.000-08:002013-01-17T09:04:58.130-08:00Vixen Claimed by Shyla Colt<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>Leave a comment telling Shyla what you like to see in your Menage's for a chance to win a copy of Vixen Claimed on release day. ~Nikki</b></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br /></span>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">A pin-up
model , a Brit and a mechanic. It sounds like a punch line to a joke but it's
the start to the first story in my series of novellas , <i>Vintage<span class="il">Vixens</span></i>. Devlin,
Claire, Judy, and Dahlia aren’t your average heroines. Tattooed with attitudes,
and sass, these best friends have unique journeys on their way to love. In <i>Vixen
Claimed</i> we explore Devlin’s story. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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When Devlin's car breaks down on a stretch of empty highway,
with the sun going down, the last thing she feels is lucky. A moonlight stroll
to what looks like an abandoned garage brings her face to face with the first
man who broke her heart and shattered her belief in love. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Jace has spent the past six years furious at Devlin for a rejection
she never truly delivered. The truth sets them both straight and allows a
chance to begin anew. But this time around Jace has a very special request,
that they include his best friend.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Plagued by sexual impotency after being in a wheel chair after
a career ending car accident Tristan has grown bitter and disinterested in the
opposite sex. The sexy vixen who steps in to the shop unexpectedly changes all
of that. Problem is she's his best friend's ex. <o:p></o:p></div>
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know, Tristan,” she placed her hand on his knee, “if you’re not really
attracted to me, it’s okay. I know how Jace can be once he gets something in
his head.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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am—very attracted.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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pinned her with blue eyes darkened with lust. The stark need made her gasp and
her fingers dug a little deeper into the flesh of his knee. “I didn’t want to
be a third wheel in what you two have going on. That’s happened enough.” His
eyes lowered. Devlin held his chin until he glanced up to return her gaze. “That’s
over now, Tristan. From the moment I set eyes on you, something sparked. It was
a feeling I’d only experienced once before and it scared me. Still does
honestly. But I’ve never been the type to run from things and I do want
this—want you.” She moved in and captured his lips. The intensity of the moment
took her breath and she pulled away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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second that, dear.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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to do it again.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Their
lips melded once more. He explored her face with gentle sweeping touches that
made her feel cherished. His tongue entered her mouth, starting a sensual tango
that engaged her senses and consumed her. He smelled like man and citrus. The
skin on his neck was warm beneath her hands. Her legs parted and her eyes
popped open to see Jace kneeling between them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Don’t
stop, baby,” Jace whispered. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties
and rolled them down her legs, leaving them at her ankles so her movement was
constricted. <i>Tease.</i> All thoughts were
obliterated by the feel of Jace’s magical fingers caressing her honeyed heat as
Tristan worked her mouth in tandem. They were like two parts of the same whole.
Tristan pulled up her shirt, gliding his hands underneath to cup her breast
through her bra. He pinched her nipples, plucking them like a gifted musician
with a guitar. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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to come off,” Tristan growled. “Arms up.” She replied without thinking, hissing
when the cool air caressed the chocolate drops of her nipples, making them
pebble further. He sucked one into his mouth and Jace thrust a finger deep into
her tunnel. Emotions rocked her from above and below. Her pussy quivered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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you’re gushing, baby. You like what we’re doing to you, don’t you?” Jace asked.
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Look at
how wet she is for us, Trist.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">She
opened her eyes to see her blond lover peer down. His nostrils flared as Jace
moved back and spread her legs as wide as her underwear allowed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“You
smell ripe for the picking, Devlin,” Tristan said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Have a
taste,” Jace said, holding his soaked finger up to his friend. Tristan’s pink
tongue shot out to sample her juices off Jace’s finger and she came on the
spot. One minute she was fine and the next she exploded like a bottle full of
soda and Mentos. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Holy
shit, Devy, don’t stop!” Jace said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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her clit with his thumb, prolonging the orgasm as her honey shot out in spurts.
A mouth joined his rubbing. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she opened
her eyes and saw blond hair where she expected black. Tristan pierced her with
his stiff tongue over and over, burying his face as far as it would go as Jace
flicked her sensitive clit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“We want
you to come for us again, Devy. Spray your sweetness into Tris’s mouth. Give
him a little taste.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Oh God.”
A lusty moan ripped from her mouth when Jace pinched her clit. Tristan was like
a ravenous beast, never letting up. Soon the stimulation was too much and she
detonated. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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She imploded and screamed like she was being tortured, which in a way she was.
A delicious punishing she would misbehave to receive time and time again.
Devlin slumped back in the chair, letting them move her limbs around like a
doll. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Catch
your breath, Devlin. We’re not done with you yet.” The wicked tone in Tristan’s
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she huffed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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his new position beside her. She lifted her heavy lids and found herself under
the million-yard stare of her sexy Brit. Jace kissed her bared shoulders,
whispering in her ear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“I want
to watch you fuck him, Devy. Make him come with that tight little pussy of
yours.” Tristan sat back against the couch, reclining as he stroked his thick
prick. He was shorter than Jace, about seven inches, but he made up for it in
girth. Thin veins ran along the underside playing peek-a-boo in her vision with
each stroke he made. Desire pooled in her belly, heavy and hot, and nectar
flowed from her center. <i>Maybe I can do
this again.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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feel your liquid heat on my knees. You’re ready for me, aren’t you sweet girl?”
<i>Fuck, how had this seemingly shy man
become the pied piper of dick?<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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yes.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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you’ve a dirty mouth, dove.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Keep
talking to me in that sexy lilt of yours and you’ll see just how dirty I can
be.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Mhmm,
is that a promise? Lift her up, Jace. Let’s show <i>our </i>girl what I have to offer her.” The possessive noun made her
heart soar.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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ready to take him, baby?” Jace asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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crawled up his body, raising up and taking his tip into her pussy. Even with
lubrication, he stretched her wide, pushing the limits of pleasure and pain as
she shimmied down to his base. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“You
feel so good wrapped around me love.” She pushed up and lowered herself down
slowly, taking his entire length inside her. Pleasure sparked along her nerve
endings as she bounced up and down on his cock. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4QkZeYfgMwbToqjq9DyV3Eql8TKtfUHDK48gczLGr-icQVS2Sefis2JkO8hXhMzdV2WLFk9OuR04E6dAP2RIF7fDSVU6ti4ewjWAbY_WMZlOy3cJXrIPVyVY1osLbmOJjI1baTuFEh6Y/s1600/Shyla_Colt%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4QkZeYfgMwbToqjq9DyV3Eql8TKtfUHDK48gczLGr-icQVS2Sefis2JkO8hXhMzdV2WLFk9OuR04E6dAP2RIF7fDSVU6ti4ewjWAbY_WMZlOy3cJXrIPVyVY1osLbmOJjI1baTuFEh6Y/s320/Shyla_Colt%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" /></a>Vixen claimed release on Jan. 18<sup>th</sup> and can be bought at Evernight Publishing ,
Amazon, All Romance E Reader, and Book
strand. <o:p></o:p></div>
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her at <a href="http://www.shylacolt.com/">www.shylacolt.com</a>. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Previous Works <o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://www.passioninprint.com/ShowBook.php?10=SC_12XANTHUS">12 Days of Xanthus</a>
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Man-Left-Behind-Anthology-ebook/dp/B00AFZGBVW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358404412&sr=8-1&keywords=Shyla+Colt">No
Man Left Behind</a> <o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/lessons-from-the-professor-by-shyla-colt/">Lessons
From the Professor</a> <o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cursed-Edgeworth-Men-ebook/dp/B009KFHVIK/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1358404412&sr=8-2&keywords=Shyla+Colt">Cursed</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/what-the-heart-knows-by-shyla-colt/">What
the Heart Knows</a> <o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Recovery-ebook/dp/B007MAOSOA/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&qid=1358404412&sr=8-8&keywords=Shyla+Colt">Recovery</a>
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<a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/wicked-temptations-by-shyla-colt/">Wicked
Temptations</a> <o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/products/The-Wanting-by-Shyla-Colt.html">The
Wanting</a> <o:p></o:p></div>
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Author Nikki Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17083096991538046379noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031994892798792167.post-66443888968535793532012-12-30T00:49:00.000-08:002012-12-31T18:19:52.989-08:00Sonia Hightower: Napa Valley Naughties series with giveaway!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Announcing
the first release of the Napa Valley Naughties by Sonia Hightower<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Ladies Uncorked<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">There’s
a reason the room on the ladies only wine tour is so cheap… There’s only one
bed!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">But
it’s big enough for three…<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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Blurb:<br />
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Girls just wanna have fun and what better way to do that than a weekend wine tour? Rozella needs a break from caring for her mother and her friend Nicole is newly single and in need of a respite from her own troubles.<br />
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Their eagerness turns to mild dismay, however, when they discover they got a great deal on a fancy hotel room only because they’re apparently sharing a bed...a bed big enough for three. Will they make use of it? They may have a willing bedmate in the form of a sexy tour guide. But first, they must uncork their inhibitions.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">His gaze perused first Nicole, then Rozella, the
glint in his eyes appreciative. Rozella busied herself pouring him a glass of
wine. She willed her hands not to shake as she offered him the glass. “You’ve
been left out of the festivities. I’m sure you’d like to make up for it now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHVW-U2MtZLRFK97-IPo7n7HpPIxzmmI6OApr4g9PJLic5w4cAej4pKKO-zdmqzws_ZllCi7h6mR3Vr6rdMURskCxQrdUsvr3bvqLGt9Kgpy-pUnIz6J1-XhyphenhyphentFigJNq-BskY4v-3y7s/s1600/North+Davis-20121220-00322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHVW-U2MtZLRFK97-IPo7n7HpPIxzmmI6OApr4g9PJLic5w4cAej4pKKO-zdmqzws_ZllCi7h6mR3Vr6rdMURskCxQrdUsvr3bvqLGt9Kgpy-pUnIz6J1-XhyphenhyphentFigJNq-BskY4v-3y7s/s320/North+Davis-20121220-00322.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">He accepted the glass with a twitch at the corners
of his mouth. “Yes, I assume I will.” He watched her as he took his first sip.
Rozella saw the moisture of the wine on his lips and fought the urge to lick
them. But then again, what was stopping her? Isn’t that what he was here for?
Did they really want to waste time with their life stories?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">As Nicole led him to the bed and sat down with him,
her own wine glass in hand, Rozella decided not. They weren’t interested in
life stories tonight. The sexual tension in the air was palpable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">She grabbed her own wine glass and gulped greedily,
watching as Nicole set her own aside to place one hand on Blake’s thigh and one
on his back, leaning in close. The whitish-gold liquid stung her throat and
caused her eyes to tear. She wasn’t used to drinking so quickly, and the wine
from Vespera’s was more potent than a store bought vintage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Nicole and Blake were whispering to each other,
smiles lighting their faces. Rozella set her glass down, grabbed the wine
bottle, and approached them. She gestured to Blake’s empty glass as she held
the bottle out. “More?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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his glass on the nightstand, and rose to stand before her. His chest was almost
touching hers. Her nipples hardened beneath the material of her dress. “Maybe
after,” he murmured right before he caught her mouth with his own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Author Nikki Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17083096991538046379noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031994892798792167.post-57290285792309377192012-12-19T21:40:00.000-08:002012-12-19T21:41:32.466-08:0012 Days of Xanthus by Shlya Colt 12-20-12<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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in the mood for giving, make you fan your face and take you on adventure out of
this world? Look no further. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Shyla will be giving away a ecopy of the book to one lucky commenter who comments and leaves their email address! Good Luck!</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Burned out from work and failed relationships, Violet O'Shea
is in need of a break. A few weeks at the family cabin seemed like the cure all.
Until a tan warrior built like a Viking crash lands his spaceship and ends up
on her front porch.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Xanthus has twelve days until his slave bands become
inactive and freedom is gained from the Amazon queen he serves. After a life of
being used for the pheromones that incite sexual pleasure Xanthus is amazed by
the woman committed to helping him. Can he convince her their bond is more than
a chemical response? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Do not be afraid, mistress. I only
seek shelter for the next twelve days.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Then what happens?” she asked. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Then the tracking device on my bands
will be rendered ineffective."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He held up his arms and the fire
glinted off the black bands. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This is
really happening. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She opened her mouth to speak, and a
throaty purr came out instead. Horrified by her behavior, she gasped. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“It’s not your fault, Mistress,”
Xanthus whispered, his dark eyes sad. Her anxiety skyrocketed. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“It’s the hormones.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I don’t care if you’ve got a keen
sense of smell, or not, Spock. That’s rude.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Not your hormones, Mistress, mine.
It’s why the strongest of the Xanths are harvested to mate with the Zenths. Our
glands secret something similar to what your people refer to as an
aphrodisiac.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“This cannot be happening,” she
whispered. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Is it hot in here to you?” she asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Please let me ease the ache, Mistress.
It will only continue to worsen until I do.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“No, no, I’m fine.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> She gritted her teeth and slowly counted to
ten. She sat next to an alien who secreted some super scent that made her want
to jump his bones. She licked her suddenly dry lips and whimpered when her
nipples hardened and her breast grew heavy. Stiff points pressed against the
silky material of her bra, creating a delicious sensation that spiraled through
her body. A pulse began at her core and her clitoris filled with blood. She
wrapped her fingers around the side of the chair and fought against the impulse
to rub her thighs together. Her breath came in pants. Desire became a never
ending wave that pounded her body over and over until her panties were soaked
with her dew, and her body shook from the effort it took her not to move. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Please, Mistress. Allow me to relieve
the tension. It will only become worse and I never intended to cause you pain.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She glanced up and fell into the deep,
dark pools of his eyes. Her body felt heavy and drugged and she watched him
approach her through hungry eyes. She wanted to taste every inch of his golden
flesh. He pulled the shotgun from her limp fingers and set it on the ground
beside her. Xanthus bent over and placed an arm on either side of her body. She
inhaled, dragged his scent deep into her lungs. Her nostrils flared. He smelled
like the air just before rain mixed with something exotic and mouth watering.
Her hand touched the heated flesh of his chest. <i>When had her hand moved?</i> Violet glanced up at him and her vision
blurred. She blinked and found his cheek pressed against her own. He nuzzled at
her like a cat. The skin to skin contact kicked her sex drive into warp speed. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She turned her head to the left and
captured his lips with her own. Xanthus tasted sinful, full bodied and sweet
with a bite. His body tensed and he paused, his lips resting against hers
without moving. Perhaps they didn’t kiss on Zenton. She thrust her tongue in
between his full lips, determined to show him how kissing worked. Her hands curled
and her fingers scraped along his chest. His mouth moved against hers,
tentative and awkward. It was sweet in a way. For a brief moment, she wondered
what the slaves did on his planet. Then he moaned and rational thought flew out
the window when he responded. He went from shy to ravenous as he devoured her
like a man lost in the dessert too long at a well. Violet had never felt
passion like this. Xanthus hadn’t even touched her anywhere but her lips, and
she was literally dripping. Her nectar ran from her pussy down to her upper
thighs, soaking her blue jeans. They pulled apart for air and his skin once
more caught her gaze. <i>Perfection.</i> She
leaned in to lick a path around his pert nipple. The salty taste danced along
her palette and she traced a slick path around his chest. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She continued to tease him; each pass
she made with her tongue moved closer and closer to his nipple but never
actually touched it. His muscles tensed. Sweat formed on his skin and she made
her move. She paired a swift pinch of his left nipple with a gentle bite to his
right. Xanthus jerked. His face flushed and his breathing grew rough as she
persisted with her tongue torture. Violet ran her hands over every inch of his
body she could reach, as she learned him and his reactions. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I wish to pleasure you.” His voice
rumbled in his chest. God, how could a man so subservient be so damned alluring
at the same time? She’d unleashed an inner Dominatrix she hadn’t known existed.
Something about those pheromones he produced loosed all her inhibitions. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Mmhmm, I like the sound of that. Put a
hurting on my pussy, Xanthus.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A sound more akin to an animal then a
man burst free and he leaned forward to take her swollen nipples into his mouth
through her shirt and her bra. She sucked in breath between her teeth and
arched. The wet heat he provided made her shiver. He sucked and nibbled as his
hand massaged her opposite breast. Her fingers itched to hold on to something
more than the hard underside of the chair. She freed them, buried them into his
thick hair, and purred. The luxurious, silken strands felt heavenly. A shimmer
in the air caught her eye. Her jaw fell open when she found herself nude in
front of him. He’d put some kind of alien whammy on her clothing! She opened
her mouth to protest when his hands stopped working their magic on her bare
breast and moved down to spread her thighs wide. He dropped to his knees and
dove in between her legs like a swimmer into a pool. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">His tongue blazed a path between her
wet lips once, twice, and then he flicked her swollen button and drove his
stiff tongue into her tight entrance. She screamed as the penetration tossed
her into a toe-curling, spine tingling completion. Light burst behind her lids.
Her body went spastic as every nerve ending she had fired at one time. When she
came to, he still lapped at her pussy. He looked up as if he sensed her eyes on
him. His tongue paused in mid lick and he pulled back. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“What did you do to me?” Her voice was
as shaky as her body.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“When I’m aroused, my glands secret a
chemical that heightens my partner's arousal.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” <i>The man was literally engineered for sex!<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I’m sorry, Mistress, I don’t
understand.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He shook his head and she focused in on
his face. His lips shone with her juices. Heat infused her face.<i> What had she just allowed a complete
stranger to do</i>? No. Not just a stranger, an alien. She’d never had an after
buzz killed so fast. She crossed her legs and placed her arms over her chest. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You need to stop calling me Mistress.
My name is Violet.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You would let me address you by the
name given by your birth mates?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Yes, you came here to gain your
freedom, didn’t you?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Then it’s time you stand up and take
some of it back. I do not rule you in any way, Xanthus. I’ll help you hide
away. I could never sit back and allow anyone to be taken back into slavery.
But I have two things to ask. Keep your… body parts-” she gestured with her
hand. “-to yourself, and please return my clothes from wherever you zapped them
off to.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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of cloth and denim.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“The other wish I will not be able to
grant, Mi-” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Violet.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Why not?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Because you are my Mistress, the
connection has already been made; it can’t be taken back, unless I get a new
Mistress.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Wait! Are you telling me this
insatiable need for sexual contact will continue on indefinitely?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Yes, but it will lessen and soon the
effects will only be felt when it’s time to be intimate.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She sighed as she placed her hands on her
head. "Before we get into this we need to get you something to wear. Maybe
it'll block some of that potent scent you have," Violet said standing from
the couch.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Have you ever fantasized about pleasuring a firefighter?
That is a pretty common fantasy amongst women. It was my own version of the
fantasy that turned into this short story about one single woman, a wicked
night, an unfortunate house fire, and five hunky firemen coming to the rescue.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ginelle Jinx, recently single, heartbroken, and unemployed,
decides to cast an impotency spell on her cheating ex. She doesn't expect the
spell to have consequences, but her house catches on fire.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Five hunky firemen come to Ginelle’s rescue, one of them
being Seth Tompson, her high school sweetheart. With one fire out, she finds
old flames and new ones mingling as she indulges the pleasures her five firemen
have on offer.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But what will happen when she realizes she still loves Seth?
Does he feel the same? Can an old flame become a raging inferno?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Be Warned: menage sex (FMMMMM), m/m sex, multiple partners,
anal sex, orgies<o:p></o:p></div>
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She showered quickly, making sure not to use up all the hot
water as she was certain he would need to shower too. But, she did stay under
the spray for several minutes enjoying as the heat washed away the stress from
the night.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Once she was done, she pulled the curtain away and grabbed
the large bath towel Seth had supplied. She rubbed it over her long blonde
hair, down her face, neck, chest, and back. It wasn't until she ran it over the
back of her hand that pain shot through her as though her skin had been peeled
off.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Ouch! Fuck!" She screamed and hissed in pain,
remembering that she burned her hand. The shocking events of the night had
momentarily blocked the pain and now it throbbed as though making up for lost
time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A ruckus sounded outside the bathroom door and it opened
quickly as Seth rushed in, worry etched into his eyes. "Are you
okay?"<o:p></o:p></div>
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She stared at him. The pain quickly subsided as she took in
the man before her. He had showered too and now only wore a pair of denim
shorts. Seth had a perfectly muscled chest and she wanted to run her fingertips
along the ridges and crevices of his spectacular body. No, she wanted more than
just to touch it. She wanted to kiss it and lick it and taste every inch of
this man. Her nipples hardened and her pussy pooled with warm juices.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her breath caught in her throat as a moan of need and desire
escaped her lips before she could contain it. She looked into Seth's eyes and
saw the same lust that reflected her own.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He took two large steps toward her and his hands entangled
in her wet hair. Seth tilted her head slightly and his lips crashed over hers.
The need she felt within her, she also tasted in his mouth.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/flames-of-desire-by-angelina-rain/">Evernight
Publishing </a> ~ <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Flames-Desire-Romance-Go-ebook/dp/B00A7HPOSY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1353126054&sr=8-1&keywords=flames+of+desire+angelina+rain">Amazon</a> ~ <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-flamesofdesire-1000339-146.html">All
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Find Angelina here:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://www.angelina-rain.com/">Website</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Don't you hate stereotypes? I know I do. They are so
annoying! This holiday season I decided to undo the stereotype surrounded
around Santa Claus.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Yes, I know he's old, fat, jolly, works in a toy factory,
and wears a red suit. But…. What if he were young, blonde, muscular, hunky,
worked as a doctor in children’s hospital, and drove a red car? Isn't that
mental image so much better? What if, we add peppermint and milk chocolate
flavored 'candy cane' (for a lack of a better word)? Now we're talking, right?
Want to know more about this alluring Santa?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Noelle has always been a good girl, but when she meets a man
named Santa Claus, her naughty side is unleashed. She indulges in her sexual
desires with this handsome stranger with the very bizarre name. Santa Claus
isn't real! Is he? Will Noelle learn to believe in magic and miracles while in
the arms of her handsome lover?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQFLu57Q0NyZReA9g-PK_bA-vIVRGP2lsuy4fF6Lo5_BuNnuVyF-y8bkrkLWgnRgAnxPGr3DccKEcT-7myfaPA4EZ62gtbVCax0K59dO5W-1_4SyDrj_0iA05oJxSwvdK_XFoLDn4O7Ak/s1600/SSCC2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQFLu57Q0NyZReA9g-PK_bA-vIVRGP2lsuy4fF6Lo5_BuNnuVyF-y8bkrkLWgnRgAnxPGr3DccKEcT-7myfaPA4EZ62gtbVCax0K59dO5W-1_4SyDrj_0iA05oJxSwvdK_XFoLDn4O7Ak/s320/SSCC2.jpg" width="213" /></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Let’s cut the crap, I want to
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> She glanced sharply at him. “Did you.
. .” Surely, she just imagined it. This stranger wouldn’t dare say that to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> “What’s up?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> “Did you just say something to me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> “What do you think I said?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> There was that knowing smile, and
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> “I. . . I’m just hearing things,”
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> A car drove by on the expressway and
Noelle chose to concentrate on that. Where was that damn tow truck? Did she
really want it to arrive?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> “What do you think you heard?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> She glanced down, embarrassed.
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> He climbed off the trunk and came to
stand before her. Santa rested his hands on her thighs. Noelle’s heart thumped
heavily inside her chest when the realization hit her. She had heard exactly
what he said. He wanted to eat her pussy. She wanted him too. But. . . But she
wasn’t Wendy. Wendy would have had him in every hole by now, but that just
wasn’t her. Could she really let a stranger get this intimate with her? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> Santa inhaled deeply and closed his
eyes. “I can smell your arousal.” He opened his eyes and bent forward, kissed
her knee. “I want you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> “We’re strangers. We’re in public.
Someone could see us.” <i>Fuck me! Fuck me!
Fuck me!</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> He put his finger to her lips.
“Relax, no one will see us.” He moved the finger from her lips and rested his
hand on her hips. The other hand started on her knee and slowly traveled up her
thigh. “Uncross your legs,” he ordered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I will be giving away a copy of Demon Mine and my newest story coming out on 12-17-12 called On Angel's Wings to two lucky commenters who leave their email address and who add me on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/AuthorNikkiPrince">facebook</a> and follow this blog. You need to let me know which story you prefer!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Alexa Gray has had more than one tragedy strike at Christmas. The thought of moving on makes her feel she's staining the memory of the love she shared with her dead husband and child. Can guardian angel Angelo show her she has more love inside her to give?</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large;">No stone
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Sometimes stories come together. As a writer, I push forward, waiting for those
minor points of validation, where I’m told that what I’m doing is right. And,
there have been times when the universe gives me a nod of approval.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large;">Right
before visiting New Orleans for the first time, I started writing my erotic
paranormal series <i>The Vampire, The Witch
& The Werewolf</i>. I had an idea of the location of the bookstore Pages,
and other elements. Still, I wasn’t prepared for all the connections, and for
how much I would be drawn to the city.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large;">On that
first visit, we hit up many of the regular tourist activities, including ghost
and cemetery tours. The most well-known city of the dead is St. Louis #1, which
is supposed to be the final resting place of Marie Laveau, the queen of Voodoo.
On my second visit to the Big Easy, we ventured out with tour groups to a few
other cemeteries. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large;">Sun high
in the sky, beating down on us, our group walked through the above-ground tombs.
A few found solace in the shade of trees. Then I saw it: The Wolf Tomb. I had
no idea Wolf was one of the local family names. How perfect for the city where
my werewolves lived. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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point, some aspects of my series shifted. My main character Trevor Pack was a
werewolf, without direct knowledge of his father. Now, I had a connection –
Wolf. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large;">Seeing
that mausoleum became the stepping stone for my most recent novel <i>The Wolfe Pack</i>. In it, Trevor’s sister
Silver leaves the French Quarter behind in order to find her father. Her future
is destined by fate. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Does this connection add another layer to the story?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large;">The Vampire, The Witch & The
Werewolf 4: The Wolfe Pack<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large;">Silver
Ashe can’t let go of the desire to find her birth father and the urge to join a
pack. Against the wishes of her brother, Trevor, and her vampire-lover, Nick,
Silver leaves New Orleans for the woods of Louisiana. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the guard and a dominant member of the Wolfe Pack, Viktor isn’t too sure of the
city-dwelling stranger who comes trespassing. With the lack of female
werewolves, Viktor soon sees Silver as a potential mate. Too bad she’s already
spoken for by a bloodsucker. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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choosing between the lover she’s known most of her life, and the budding
relationship with Viktor, where her future may lay. It’ll take some sweet
talking and a whole lot of loving for Silver to find her place within the pack.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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now via <a href="http://www.ravenousromance.com/fantastica/the-vampire-the-witch-and-the-werewolf-the-wolfe-pack.php">Ravenous
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the release of The Wolfe Pack, I’m giving away an awesome New Orleans themed
prize!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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hurricane glasses and a drink mix, directly from the world famous Pat O’Briens
in New Orleans. Shipping to the U.S. Value is worth $14.50 + the cost of
shipping. I reserve the right to substitute the prize in case product is not
available. If the winner is international, they can choose a $15 gift card to
either Amazon or Barnes & Noble. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I am so excited to say that Hot For The Teacher is now out and available for purchase. This was the first book that I submitted and got a contract for publishing. I am excited to say it was written with my best friend Bella Rosso! It is now available for purchase at these sites: <a href="http://www.wickedinkpress.com/index.php?cPath=94_107&osCsid=5dabef2dd158fdedacfd943f0bf42458">Wickedinkpress</a>, <a href="http://www.dinkwell.com/product_info.php?cPath=21_101&products_id=79">D'Ink Well</a>, <a href="http://www.dreamsnfantasies.com/product_info.php?products_id=48&osCsid=1d0845d4025183e648cf4ca457d8fd75">Dreams and Fantasies</a>!</div>
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After a bitter divorce three years earlier, Dyani Delacroix focuses all her energy into her job. She hides her disappointment in a failed relationship under the guise of a trusted leader -- a Professor at the local college. Her plan works brilliantly until she notices her star pupil Caleb Tegner is on the verge of flunking out. Meeting him face to face over her desk sparks a desire she's not prepared to confront.<br /><br />Caleb knows he's considered young. But a man is still a man, and he knows exactly what he wants. One sexy older woman. He doesn't see a professor, he sees beyond the title of trusted mentor. The obstacle of age is only one of the conflicts he'll battle to make her his.<br />
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<br /><br />Dyani heard the knock on her office door and glanced at the clock on her laptop monitor, he was on time. She knew it was him. She could feel him. The sexual tension that always seemed to crackle in the air was back and he wasn’t even in the room, yet. <br /><br />There was a seat in front of her desk for him to sit. Time for her to get her game face on and to deal with this, deal with Caleb and see what the issue was that made his grades fall so drastically. She wouldn’t think on how handsome he was. He was way too young and also Caucasian. Those two obstacles alone stopped her from acting on the need that pulsed through her body whenever he was close. <br /><br />She had worked too long and too hard to gain her status at the university to play around with a taboo subject of younger man with an older woman. Let alone those very two people being of the opposite ethnicity. No, she wasn’t by any means offended by an interracial relationship. But even in this day and age, she knew others who were. Even those at the university level could take issue. Small-town gossip wasn’t the kind of thing she wanted to give fire to. <br /><br />"Come on in." She spoke loud enough so he could hear her through the closed door. <br /><br />He opened the door, and the first thing she noticed was how he gazed at her. His eyes scrutinized her body in an unhurried fashion, almost as if he were touching her, caressing her with his hands. She wished she hadn't unbuttoned her blouse. His eyes focused on the opened point of her blouse, she licked her lips in a nervous action when his eyes finally made contact with hers. "Hello Professor Delacroix." He purred the words; she shivered as her name rolled over his tongue. She swallowed, watching as he closed the door behind him and found the seat in front of her desk. <br /><br />"Hello Caleb." She ignored the sound he emitted. The noise he had made could not be resonating with sensual purpose. It had to be a figment of her imagination. Yet, even that wrong interpretation made her shift as a wetness seeped between her thighs just from looking at him. She cleared her throat, giving an appearance of being more comfortable than she really felt, then continued. "So tell me, what’s happening as of late, that your failing?" <br /><br />He leaned back in his chairs and looked at her through slitted eyes. "My attention has been set on other things." <br /><br />"Other things?" A slender brow rose and she peered at him. She wanted to taste that lazy smile. How she loved the goatee and how wickedly long his hair was. How she watched him in class and lusted after his young body. How many nights she went home to masturbate to his mental image, and then later felt ashamed. Only to be unable to fight that same need the next time she saw him. It was a delicious, yet vicious, circle she was entangled in. <br /><br />"Mmmm, yes, other things." Once again he placed importance on those two words. His eyes slowly drank her in, resting a moment on her cleavage hinted at under her loosened blouse. He licked his lower lip as if he would love to lick a slow line between them. Her breath caught, and she swallowed as she tried to slow her breathing, to appear normal to him, hell to herself. <br /><br />"You do realize that you are close to failing? I find it puzzling. Especially seeing as you have been my top student." <br /><br />He chuckled, "I hadn’t intended on failing, but it’s been hard to catch your attention." <br /><br />"Why on earth would you want to capture my attention, Caleb?" <br /><br />He moved his gaze back up to her face, their eyes locking. "Because you've captured mine." he said softly, his words laden with lust and want. <br /><br />She stood quickly, her eyes widening. "Caleb" His name caught in her throat and came out as a croak. She shook her head, attempting to clear it of the lust slowly clouding her thoughts. She felt her bottom lip trembling. This was her dream, to hear him say he wanted her, and to be able to reach out and touch him like she wished. But no, she couldn’t.Author Nikki Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17083096991538046379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031994892798792167.post-13349432554893643502012-11-28T00:01:00.000-08:002012-11-28T15:59:52.941-08:00The Next Big Thing Blog Hop- November 28<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">What is the working title of your book?</span></b> Demon Tempted (#2 in the Karmic Lusts Series)</span><br />
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Where did the idea come from for the book?</span></b> It's the second in the series and while I was writing the first the idea for a series came up.</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">What genre does your book fall under?</span></b> Interracial Paranormal Erotic Romance</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie?</span></b> Hmm you know what not entirely sure. Clay Quinones is a hot Latin male and Eva Jackson is a beautiful bad girl that people loved to hate in the first book. Kerri Washington was the inspiration for Eva when I was writing and Franky G was my inspiration for Clay.</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">What is a one sentence synopsis of your book? </span></b>Eve has been a bad, bad girl.</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">Will your book be self published or represented by an agency/publisher?</span> </b>It's going to Evernight Publishing</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?</span></b> I did it for NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month. It's from November 1-30. Challenged to write 50k in a month. I wrote the story in 25 days. It was tiring and grueling but I am proud to say the story is at 51,595 words. Demon Mine was only 24,570.</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?</span> </b> Ohh it's hard for me to compare. I try not to do that. I'll let the reader do the comparing when the time comes.</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">Who or What inspired you to write this book? </span></b> The whole what if Eve was the bad girl instead of of Lilith.</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">What else about your book might interest the reader?</span></b> Loads of fun action this time. And a lot hotter than the first book.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Demon Mine the first in the Karmic Lust series is available at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Demon-Mine-Karmic-Lust-ebook/dp/B00999G31I/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1354074267&sr=8-1&keywords=demon+mine">Amazon</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/demon-mine-nikki-prince/1113574514?ean=2940045007436&itm=1&usri=demon+mine">Barnes and Noble</a>, <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-demonmine-939884-140.html">Allromancebooks</a>, <a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/demon-mine-mf">Bookstrand</a>, and the <a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/demon-mine-by-nikki-prince/">Evernight Publishing</a> site.
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<b>Blurb: </b>Samael is a fallen angel doomed to repeat his life, and experience his love for Liliana Jackson, over and over again. That is until she finally remembers who she is and the reason for the curse that has befallen them both. Are they doomed to keep repeating the past? Or will there be a new future for the reincarnated lovers?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Mocha Kisses is a sweet and sexy erotic tale of a cougar getting her geek. You can find it at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mocha-Kisses-Days-Steamy-ebook/dp/B008L1G3F6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1354074945&sr=8-1&keywords=Mocha+kisses">Amazon</a> and <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-shot-too-many-nikki-winter/1111887140?ean=2940014677615">Barnes and Noble</a>.</span><br />
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<b> Blurb:</b> Two mocha lattes and a pact.
Though a decade apart in age and from different ethnic backgrounds, will their mutual love of books and addiction to mocha lattes make for one evening of pleasure or something more for geeky Ronan and Meredith?
Meri didn't think Ronan was serious about their agreement to spend time together if both were single by her thirty-fifth birthday. After all, he was still seeing that redhead when they made the pact.
Ronan worried Meri would think him too young for the kind of commitment he wanted from her. Can one chocolate-drenched encounter overcome all their obstacles and concerns?
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Cauldron of Tales is a five author anthology with my short story called Light of the Moon. It's available at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cauldron-of-Tales-ebook/dp/B009GN98QO/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1354075870&sr=1-1&keywords=cauldron+of+tales">Amazon</a> and <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/cauldron-of-tales-nikki-prince-chacelyn-pie-angelina-rain-chacelyn-pierce-sonia-hightower-lorraine-nelson/1113038665?ean=2940044905122&itm=1&usri=cauldron+of+tales">Barnes and Noble</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">When five witches with wild imaginations get together, the pot boils over with trouble, romance, and sensuality.<br /><br />In The Devil’s Berries, readers are taken back to Renaissance England where Sabine, facing her last night alive, reveals how the witch really came to be associated with the broomstick. Will her nightly visitor bring her more trouble or will he give her peace?<br /><br />Cindy can’t decide if she’s Hexed Or Vexed her longtime friend, Killen. All she knows is that one second he was her very manly friend, and the next, he’s a dog. Can her Witchy Group on Facebook help her fix the mess, or will she be burdened with a comical canine companion the rest of her days?<br /><br />Willow Vance is a poor excuse for a witch, and by some stroke of luck, the six-year-old Past Potion she crafted worked. When the hexed warlock finds out about Willow's curse, he will stop at nothing for her to lift the spell. Willow can run, but does she want to?<br /><br />Alone for Halloween, Bryn is ready to take some frustrations out on her purple battery-operated toy, but she’s in for a surprise when the Toy Soldier becomes a flesh-and-blood man. Grateful to be free of his plastic curse, Byron will do anything for her...no matter how naughty.<br /><br />A dance of seduction under The Light of the Moon turns into a night of passion, but will that be enough for Aponi to keep the man of her dreams enchanted? Or will the flame that was ignited die out just as quickly as it sparked?<br /><br />Danica finds herself confused after a trip to the carnival with her best friend and coworker. She’s been attracted to Lisette for months, but are her feelings really being reciprocated, or was there A Sappho Spell cast in Madame Lilith’s tent?</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Coming soon---Hot for the Teacher (Keith Publications), The Christmas Milf (Milf and Cookies Anthology from Hot Ink Press) and On Angel's Wings (Evernight Publishing).</span></b></div>
Author Nikki Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17083096991538046379noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031994892798792167.post-66127949192542922872012-11-04T22:01:00.000-08:002012-11-05T08:12:59.205-08:00Maya DeLeina-Erotic Vampire Author<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The author will be giving away a copy of Blood of Luna to a lucky commenter who leaves his or her email. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Welcome Maya it is a pleasure to have you here!</span></i><br />
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favorite time of the year has passed, but it doesn’t mean that since Halloween
is gone, vampires and paranormal creepiness are void from my life. Visions of
vampires fill my head that have my fingers working non-stop on my laptop keys.
In fact, for my new WIP, I am taking the fantasy world of vampires up a notch
and adding some new elements. But before
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<i><span style="color: red;">“This was a romance
with plenty of twists and turns, a bit of a spooky edge and not to mention lots
of steamy scenes that make you want a man like Trevor in your life. The scene
with the “rubber” men was quite freaky, I don’t think I have ever found a read
that actually unnerved me a little bit as this one did in that scene and to
find out what they actually were was quite sad.<br />
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I wasn’t quite sure where the read was going at the start with the Prologue,
starting off with Luna and Renny, then the entire read being about Trevor and
Luna, but once you reach the very end you get enlightened to the whole
situation. I did not see the ending panning out the way it did; the truth
unraveling and everything being revealed as to the story behind Trevor and
Luna’s connection, then the whole story got turned on its head yet again in the
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always keeps you guessing. It was a tough decision trying to rate this one, but
I have decided on three and a half stars bordering very close to four stars.”-<a href="http://bookdevoteereviews.blogspot.com/2012/09/blood-of-luna-by-maya-deleina.html">
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romance with a slice of spooky and a full helping of WTF is what I call this
read.”</span></i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i><span style="color: red;">“Rubber men?! I keep
thinking of the rubber man from American Horror Story, one of the creepiest
things I have ever seen *shivers*” </span></i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i><span style="color: red;">“The
"rubber" men were not only a bit freaky, they were probably one of
the more original bad guys I have read about in a book. It does have a bit of a
horror edge to it.”</span></i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">When is it real? When is it
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">For Luna Kalen, the
line between reality and a dream is hard to recognize.</span><o:p></o:p><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Recovering from a
car accident, the solitude at the coast is meant to be therapeutic. But Luna
soon finds it more than her idle mind can handle.</span><o:p></o:p><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">After exploring a
dangerous stretch of shoreline, Luna returns home with a mysterious man she
discovers in a cave. Little does Luna know that this man is about to fill her
world with sinful pleasures…and blood-thirsty vampires. </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">When reality and
fantasy collide, unimaginable dangers lurk, revelations are revealed, and
darkest desires are fulfilled. But if you think the happily ever after is the
sign of the ending, it’s really only the beginning.</span><o:p></o:p><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Should Luna have
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<i><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">F</span></i>lood
of emotions hit me like a tidal wave. I was relieved. Then I was angry. And
then I grew scared. As I first suspected, there was something else besides
Trevor in that cave. And since he felt the need to hide where he was going from
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“Luna?”
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“What
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“Tell
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Trevor
stepped out from the darkness to reveal himself to me. I scanned him up and
down. The white shirt he had worn when he left the house no more than fifteen
minutes ago was completely gone. He stood bare-chested with his shoes and
slacks on. Oddly, his suspenders were still in place, wrapping around his
flawless bare skin deliciously. And his ivy cap still dressed his head.<o:p></o:p></div>
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While
Trevor didn’t speak, there was a definite energy flowing from the cave’s depth
that resonated in an eerie hum. Instinctively, I squinted in concentration,
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What
I heard started off very faint but persistent. It was like I was back in the
thick of my hectic morning commute, a combination of competing sounds of idling
engines, conversation murmurs, blaring horns, and thumping music causing an
indiscernible drone. Mounting and intensifying, the sound began to scare me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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when I settled my eyes back on Trevor, the uneasiness in his body language and
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“You
were supposed to be cooking, Luna,” he whispered. His eyes began to tear. He
took a deep breath in and released it slowly. “Keep absolutely still, or else
you’ll send them into attack mode. I will try everything possible to protect
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I
just nodded my head to acknowledge that I heard what he said. But I didn’t
understand a word he said. I imagined my face must’ve had a terrible expression
of fright right after the words came out of his mouth since he did everything
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looked up and scanned the roof of the cave. My eyes followed his and scanned
the space feverishly, not quite certain what I was looking for. Then he turned
his head to the side. He looked back as far as his neck could stretch as the
once faint hum was now a racket of bloodcurdling screams, eerie moans, and
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“They’re
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rush of movement exploded from the darkness so quickly and overwhelmingly that
I couldn’t process what was coming for me. Blackness swirled in chaos around my
body, and the sounds emitted by the vortex-like cloud sounded like something
from the pit of hell. I felt a cold dampness enveloping my body. A rubber,
sponge-like feeling pressed and slid across my skin. Then, my body rose
straight from the ground. My stomach dipped with nervous energy. I looked down
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published with <a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/flesh-fantasy">Siren</a> and <a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/maya-deleina/">Evernight</a>
Publishing. Maya delves into sexual fantasies of the blood and fang fetish that
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Author Nikki Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17083096991538046379noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031994892798792167.post-21144235567502397362012-10-23T15:27:00.002-07:002012-10-24T07:09:25.040-07:00Wicked After Dark Blog Hop Oct 24-Nov 1, 2012<a href="http://www.closeencounterswiththenightkind.blogspot.com/"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dZtIDfOP7Ay5U0b4C6-iZOG5ODqjXvxnKsBuRu7WlbVnbr3xEQ9gnG0mNocpn_4ubg6RvwyQ5KteUoEzjEZMm2GcxnI67D5qP8zLbth0ZL3DDIIOF-DEp0A823gB1Ds2WDWyNjTnAOoP/s300/date.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>Welcome to the Wicked After Dark blog hop giveaway. This blog hop is hosted by Close Encounters With The Night Kind and Natasha Blackthorne. I am proud to be a part of such a great hop with excellent authors.It's that time for everything, dark, wicked and paranormal to come out...it's October after all. Time for Halloween! <b style="color: red;">Please make sure you leave a comment with your email in order to be counted in the contest.</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>When deciding to do this blog I just had to look up the word wicked. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>wick·ed [wik-id] <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html"></a> Show IPA adjective, wick·ed·er,wick·ed·est, adverb</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>adjective</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>1.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>evil or morally bad in principle or practice; sinful; iniquitous:wicked people; wicked habits.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>2.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>mischievous or playfully malicious: These wicked kittens upseteverything.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>3.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>distressingly severe, as a storm, wound, or cold: a wickedwinter.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>4.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>unjustifiable; dreadful; beastly: wicked prices; a wicked exam.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>5.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>having a bad disposition; ill-natured; mean: a wicked horse.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>Note that wicked in the first meaning is evil or morally bad...well I don't really like to use that term even with my Paranormal spin on my Angels and Demons (or even my Vampires, Werecats, Werewolves or any other supernatural that I have running around in my head looking for a story so they can reach out into the world). But I would say the second part of that definition would fit my characters in general at times.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>Beastly, ill-natured, plafully malicious...all of these definitions could fit in a paranormal quite well I think and be quite deliciously fun. What do you think as a reader?</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>I think that through the ages the term has taken on different connotations. Like in this day and age it isn't a bad thing to be considered wicked anymore. In fact when writing an erotic romance that is what the reader is wanting to see, is some wickedness.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>The word wicked is also a very Halloween sounding word. I will be offering a copy of my sinfully, wicked Interracial Paranormal called <b>Demon Mine the first book in the Karmic Lust Series</b> which released in September from Evernight. <b><span style="color: orange;"> The excerpt is</span></b> <b><span style="color: orange;">HOT..</span></b>.<span style="color: red;"><b>Please make sure you leave a comment with your email in order to be counted in the contest. </b></span></i></span><br />
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Blurb: </span></b> Samael is a fallen angel doomed to repeat his life, and experience his love for Liliana Jackson, over and over again. That is until she finally remembers who she is and the reason for the curse that has befallen them both. Are they doomed to keep repeating the past? Or will there be a new future for the reincarnated lovers?</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="color: orange;">Excerpt:</span></b> Liliana Jackson sat on the bed in the darkened room. Her breath was ragged as she eagerly waited for her lover to arrive. The need she felt was always instant when she thought of him. The slightest movement of cloth from her sundress scraping over her hard nipples tortured her as her bare pussy dampened. She glanced at the small clock on the wall opposite her bed. It would be only a matter of minutes before he stepped across the threshold.<br /><br />She tried to be patient and wait. She let out a whimper, trying her best to wait for him, but failing. Slowly, she slipped her dress up her thighs, baring her shaved pussy to the air in the room, parting her legs while she leaned back onto the pillows; her fingers teased along her slit in one smooth stroke. She slid two fingers around her wet entrance, and then leisurely teased her clit. Liliana inched one, then two fingers inside of her drenched folds with a moan. She rocked her hips to push them in deeper as her head fell back against the pillow.<br /><br />She groaned once more as she neared orgasm. One without him. He'd want to punish her, and she'd welcome it. She loved it when he acted all badass around her. In fact, she wanted it. Even as independent as she had always been, she needed his commanding presence, lust and strength. It fueled all of those things within her as well. His needs fed her needs. Her eyes moved to the door. She grinned. There he stood, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed over his muscled chest. He looked angry—the edges of his mouth turned down and narrowed eyes fixed on her undulating body.<br /><br />“Hello, lover.” Her words were a raspy purr of arousal.<br /><br />Samael, her lover and the object of her lusts, filled the doorway with his presence. Samael, with his lithe, muscular body, tattoos on his arms, long, dark hair that fell past his shoulders, and when angry, eyes so dark they were fathomless against his paler skin. He was her dark demon, the possessor of her very being, her soul. He continued to stand there, arms crossed over his chest. Samael’s dark eyes turned hazel as they slowly traveled her body to focus on her fingers, which continued to thrust in and out of her pussy. The change in eye color was a sure sign of his rising lust, a hue she was well acquainted with and wanted … no, craved to see.<br /><br />"I ordered you to wait, Lili." She heard the impatience in his voice.<br /><br />Biting back a small moan, she arched her back up off the bed, her eyes still connected with his as her fingers curled to stroke her g-spot.<br /><br />"You order me to do a lot of things, Sami. I don't always listen."<br /><br /> He gave a low warning snarl. A groan from her was the response he received. He hated when she shortened his name from Samael to Sami. Her eyes moved down his body with leisure, exploring every nuance that made up the fabulous male standing before her. The black t-shirt fit his muscled form well, along with the black jeans that did little to hide his huge hard-on.<br /><br />"You protest, yet your cock is enjoying the attention I'm giving myself. Seeing as you were late, I thought it would be okay to start without you. Honestly, do you think I would rather have your cock or my fingers?" All the while, her fingers continued to plunge into her tight core, her legs bent on the bed as she arched her back. She splayed her legs out before him so that he saw every thrust.<br /><br />"Lili, you're just begging to be spanked." She shivered and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. His words sparked more need than fear. His approach was leisurely as he watched her continue to pleasure herself. She moved her free hand between her spread thighs and tugged at her clit. "Stop your fingers now. Remove them or you'll not get what you want from me."<br /><br />With measured deliberation, Liliana pulled her fingers from her pussy. Keeping her eyes on Samael, she slowly, teasingly licked them clean. His eyes narrowed, and Liliana smirked. "You didn't say I couldn't taste."<br /><br />"Remove the fucking dress, Lili. Do it quickly, or you will not get a chance to come as you need to. Then get your pretty little ass on your knees and hold on to the headboard." His words quickly wiped the smirk off her face. She didn't say anything as she got to her knees and slipped the sundress off, tossing it to the floor. With one last look of feigned defiance, she turned to settle on her knees with her hands clutched to the headboard. The rustling of his clothing filled the otherwise silent room, and then they were skin to skin. His cock, hard and throbbing, pushed against the crease of her ass as his body pressed close to hers from behind.<br /><br />Her breath caught in anticipation of his touching her as she craved. She did not say a word. If Liliana tested him, he would follow through on not letting her come. That could not happen; she wanted him bad. A soft mewl slipped from her lips as the head of his cock stroked along her dripping entrance. Her hands tightened on the headboard when he pressed into her. His lips were only an inch from her ear as he spoke with what could only be devilish delight.</i></span><div>
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Author Nikki Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17083096991538046379noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031994892798792167.post-82281822326050319862012-10-17T06:10:00.000-07:002012-10-17T06:10:10.358-07:00Character Interview and giveaway by Author Jennifer Lowery<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Hi Nikki and readers *waves* Thanks
for having me here today! <i>My debut book, Hard Core, released this month so I’m very excited to be
here! Thank you so much for sharing it with me!! <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b>In honor of my release </b></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><b>I am offering a copy of my debut romantic suspense, Hard
Core, in either ebook format or signed print copy to one lucky commenter so
please leave me a comment with your EMAIL and gift choice to be entered to
win!!</b><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">NP-How did you meet each other?</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Alana:
</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I saved Cristian’s life. And, he saved mine. *smiles
at Cristian*<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cristian:
</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*remains silent, but his ice blue eyes soften when
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">NP-What do you admire in him/her?</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Alana:
</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">His loyalty.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cristian:
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Alana:
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cristian:
*</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">scowls* Neither.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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hero/heroine?</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Alana:
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right there.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cristian:
</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">*scowl darkens*<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cristian:
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Alana:
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Alana:
</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I love it when Cristian calls me “Doc”. I’m a
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someone. I never want to face that again. Nothing is scarier than facing the
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that. Alana’s just off a twenty-hour shift and I’m just back from a mission.
Time to wrap this up. *he helps Alana up, puts an arm around her and they walk
from the room*<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Thanks for having me today, Nikki!! I had fun! And
to my readers out there I just want to say THANK YOU! I wouldn’t be here
without you! My wish is to one day meet each and every one of you so I can
personally thank you for your generosity and support.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Tag: He takes lives. She saves
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A supposedly hassle-free job for
mercenary Cristian Slade becomes a mission of mercy when he saves a life
instead of taking one. Slade's new mission might be his most dangerous yet,
because the danger is to his heart. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Tragedy has sent esteemed surgeon
Alana O'Grady to a remote a remote Nicaraguan island where she immerses herself
in the lives of a native American tribe, using her talents for goodwill instead
of wealth and prestige. But life turns upside down when her work requires she
protect a rugged mercenary who commands her attention when she's awake and
dominates her dreams while she sleeps.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Doctoring Cristian puts her
entire tribe in danger from the man who's hunting him. Is it her professional
oath or her unprofessional attraction to him keeping her from sending him away
to heal on his own? Alana's fire warms Cristian's heart, but he's a hardened
assassin and has no business falling for someone like her. Can they fight hard
enough to keep what they might have together?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">Prepared to start an IV, she picked up a needle. She had it
in position when his other arm shot out and he clamped her wrist in a
bone-crushing grip. Startled, she met his panicked gaze.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">“I said no needles.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">Her heart banged against her ribcage as she let the needle
slip out of her hand. It hit the floor with a small </span><i><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPS-ItalicMT;">ting</span></i><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">.
Alana opened her hands in surrender, her patient’s fingers digging into her
flesh. For a man half-dead, he had amazing strength.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">“Okay,” she said to placate him. “Relax, I don’t have it
anymore. It’s your choice, but I recommend you let me start an IV for meds.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">“No. Just fix me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">Alana pinned him with a no nonsense stare. “I’m not
impressed with Superman heroics.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">Face pale and drawn, he said gruffly, “I’m not Superman.
Learned not to trust people with needles.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">Her fingers were going numb. “If I remove the bullet without
pain medication or anesthetic, you’re going to be sorry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">He studied her. “You’re really a doctor?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">Alana bristled. “Technically, yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">“Technically?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">She didn’t have time to explain herself with the amount of
blood seeping from his gunshot wound. “I went to med school. You can let go of
my arm now. I won’t use any needles.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">He looked down and immediately released his grip. She rubbed
her wrist to soothe away the ache. “Can I get to work now, or do you want to
question me more about my credentials while you bleed to death? I don’t have a
blood bank, so you’re screwed if you lose too much.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">Her blunt statement received a curt nod. She normally didn’t
talk to her patients like that. Her patients didn’t normally countermand her
either.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">“Do it,” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">“Without anesthetics?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">“I don’t need them. Just get it over with.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">Stubborn, stupid, or both? Insane, yes, but there wasn’t
time to argue with him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">“Okay. The offer stands if you change your mind.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">“I won’t.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">She doubted that, but didn’t comment. Instead, wiped her
forehead with her forearm, and picked up gauze pads to clean the wound.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">“Here goes,” she warned and dabbed his skin. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">Her patient didn’t move or even wince as she cleaned the
angry wound. Either he had a will of steel or he’d passed out again. Hopefully,
the latter. Sweat rolled down her back as she finished cleansing the area around
the bullet entry. Red flesh puckered with the first signs of infection. In this
environment infection was guaranteed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">With a steady hand that would have made her father proud,
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">“You still with me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">He murmured a response, turning his head slightly so he
could see her. The stark beauty of his profile, despite the bruises, struck her
again. The lines of his face were chiseled, unforgiving. The kind of man she’d
glance at twice if she passed him on the street. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">“Still here, Doc. What are you waiting for?” Husky with
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">She gave herself a mental shake. “Want something to bite
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">A small, wry smile touched his lips and his lids closed.
“You won’t hear a peep out of me. Just fix me, Doc.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">“I can hit you so you’ll sleep through it,” she muttered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">That drew a low chuckle from him. She didn’t expect him to
have a sense of humor. He seemed too…hard. His chuckle turned into a grunt of
pain. “You probably hit like a girl.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">Alana grinned. “Yes, I do. Rest assured it won’t feel like
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">“Appreciate the offer, but, no.” His words slurred together,
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">“You got a name, Superman?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif";">Author Bio:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif";"> <b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Jennifer Lowery
grew up reading romance novels in the back of her math book and on the bus to
school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer. Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen
table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a
tall glass of ice tea at their side. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif";">Today, Jennifer
is living that dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her
readers. She loves everything there is
about romance. Her stories feature alpha
heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines. She believes that happily ever after is only
the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with
action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face
danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to
discover love. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and three children. When she isn’t
writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif";">Find Jennifer:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif";"><a href="http://jenniferloweryauthor.com/" target="_blank"><b><i><span style="color: #7f7f00;">Author Website</span></i></b></a><b><i><span style="color: #407f00;"> </span></i></b><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jennifer-LoweryAuthor/302548869788688" target="_blank"><b><i><span style="color: #7f7f00;">Facebook</span></i></b></a><b><i><span style="color: #407f00;"> </span></i></b><a href="https://twitter.com/?iid=am-60662501713275332391892157&amp;nid=15&amp;uid=474377803#%21/JLoweryauthor" target="_blank"><b><i><span style="color: #7f7f00;">Twitter</span></i></b></a><b><i><span style="color: #407f00;"> </span></i></b><a href="http://romancerecipes.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"><b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Romance Recipes</span></i></b></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif";">Buy Hard Core:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif";"><a href="http://www.lyricalpress.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=81&products_id=544">Lyrical
Press</a><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif";"><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hard-core-jennifer-lowery/1112079284?ean=9781616503826">Barnes
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<i><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif";"><a href="http://www.bookworld.com.au/book/hard-core/36897640/?frm=bau">Bookworld</a><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Please welcome husband and wife team Adonis Devereux! There is a giveaway. Please comment and leave your email for your chance to win!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><em><span style="font-style: normal;">Thank you for having us today! We're thrilled to
share with you and all your readers our sixth novel from </span></em><a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/">Evernight Publishing</a><em><span style="font-style: normal;">. This
book, </span></em><a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-lotus-for-the-regent-by-adonis-devereux/">A
Lotus for the Regent</a><em><span style="font-style: normal;">, is the second book in our Lotus Trilogy,
stories about influential courtesans and their political and amorous
entanglements with powerful men from neighboring kingdoms.<o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><em><span style="font-style: normal;">We would like to give away a free copy of </span></em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lotus-Regent-The-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B009CCT5IK">A
Lotus for the Regent</a><em><span style="font-style: normal;"> to one lucky commenter, so let us know below
what you think of the teaser!<o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><em><span style="font-style: normal;">One more thing: if you haven't read book one, </span></em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Soldiers-Lotus-ebook/dp/B008GWPDDI">The
Soldier's Lotus</a><em><span style="font-style: normal;">, yet, don't worry! It's only 99 cents at Amazon
now for a limited time (I hope it's </span></em><em>still </em><em><span style="font-style: normal;">on sale there!). This is your
perfect opportunity to begin your adventures in our fantasy world of Gilalion!<o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The Lotus Trilogy, 2<o:p></o:p></span></em></div>
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3031994892798792167" name="internal-source-marker_0.582413685426441"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Six
years ago, Kamen Itenu was made the Regent of the Sunjaa nation, ruling for a
boy-king, and thus became the most powerful man in all the west. But Kamen is
not just the Regent. He is also a man who has lost his first love, and he has
never expected his heart to kindle again.<o:p></o:p></span></a></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Ajalira
is a woman trapped, one who, for honor's sake, sold herself to the Red Lotus
Guild to be made into a courtesan and assassin. When war sends the Regent to
the Guild, Ajalira's honor kindles Kamen's broken heart, but can even the love
of the Regent protect Ajalira from her past? The war threatens to tear them
apart, and Ajalira must choose between her past and her love, while her honor,
more precious than her life, hangs in the balance.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Be Warned: Multiple partners, BDSM, erotic asphyxiation, anal sex,
orgies, violence.<o:p></o:p></span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"> “So, Lord Itenu has set his heart on the fair Ausir,” Darien
said, smiling as he took long strides across the room towards them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kamen flashed Ajalira a grin and rose, embracing Darien by
the forearm. “Ajalira, and she is to be my sole concubine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Darien's eyebrows shot up. “Indeed?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The slave hurried into the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">“Let it be written,” Kamen said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Darien snapped his fingers, and the slave laid out
everything on a nearby table. “Let it be done.” Darien drafted the document.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kamen returned to Ajalira's side. “What is your family
name?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">“Zomalin.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kamen did not know that name. “I'm going to sign the
parchment, and then you will be mine. No law of gods or men can sunder us
then.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Ajalira reached up and touched Kamen's arm, running her
fingers down over his bicep and across his abdomen. She sat up perfectly
straight and leaned forward. Her every move was a confession of her desire for
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kamen looked over the document, and it read just as he
wanted it to: that Ajalira would become his concubine, that she alone would
hold that title, and that Kamen would take no wife to supplant her. Kamen
filled in Ajalira's full name and then signed it with his own. Darien stood and
hugged Kamen, picking him up off the floor in a bear hug. Ajalira laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">“Congratulations, old friend,”
Darien said, setting Kamen down with a jolt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kamen took a deep breath. “Thanks.” He walked back over to
Ajalira, took her by the hands, and raised her to her feet. “I must take you
now in the presence of the Lord Admiral. He must bear witness to the coupling,
and then he will sign and leave.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Ajalira nodded. Apparently she already knew this, but when
she glanced at Darien, Kamen detected some measure of embarrassment in her
expression. He resolved then to make it a token penetration. He would not fuck
her in front of Darien the way Darien had fucked Saerileth in front of him.
When he finished, he wanted to be alone with Ajalira.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kamen laid Ajalira down on the bed and pushed her skirts up
to her waist, exposing her bare pussy. His cock twitched as blood rushed
through it, making it as hard as any spear. He pulled her knees up, took off
his own skirt, and knelt between her legs. Ajalira looked down at Kamen's cock
as he ran his hand down its length. She was already wet, so this would be
quick.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">“I cannot give you my virginal
blood,” Ajalira whispered, her face a mask of shame.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">“Don't think that way, my love.”
Kamen leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I know you were a Lotus, but
that's all behind you now. As for my part, I hold your honor intact.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Ajalira nodded, once again tears coming to her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kamen shifted forward and laid the head of his long cock
against her pussy lips. He flicked his penis up and down twice to wet it, and
then he slipped the head inside her. Ajalira licked her tightly drawn lips and
moaned. Kamen held his cock there, and though every instinct told him to drive
himself all the way in, he resisted the temptation. That was for her alone.
Besides, he had other plans first, plans of bringing out the sex kitten he knew
was inside her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kamen turned back to look at Darien, and the Lord Admiral
nodded. He signed the document, rolled it up, and took it away. Once he was
gone from the room, Kamen removed himself from Ajalira and stood up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">“What's wrong?” Ajalira asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kamen reached down and scooped her into his arms. “Nothing.
Now we can get started.” He stood her in the middle of the room, right in front
of the four-poster bed, and paced before her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">“Is everything all right?”
Ajalira tucked her blonde hair behind her ears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kamen stopped, turned, and grabbed the collar of her dress.
He ripped it down the front, tearing the entire garment in half. Ajalira gasped
but did not retreat. She laid her forearms across her naked breasts, which
heaved in excitement, and rubbed her thighs together. Kamen yanked away the
torn dress and ripped it again in half down the middle, dividing it into two
halves. Ajalira craned her neck to watch him, but he only let a sly smile hint
at his plans for her. He took her arm and raised it, holding it against one
post of the bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">“What are you doing?” Ajalira
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kamen wrapped one piece of the dress around her wrist,
tying it to the bedpost. He then did the same thing with the other wrist, and
when he looked at Ajalira again, he saw wonder dancing in her eyes. She knew
what was coming, and she loved it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">But she did not know—not quite. Kamen doubted any Lotus
trainer was as good as he. Besides, they were all Zenji. Their cocks were not
as big as Sunjaa's.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kamen's erect, black penis bounced before him as he walked
in front of Ajalira. “You shall forget every lover you've had before me. You
shall come for this cock alone.” Kamen stopped in front of her and stroked his
penis, and as Ajalira watched him, she squirmed and whined. “Oh, you want
this?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Ajalira nodded vigorously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">“Not yet.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Ajalira whimpered again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">“Yours is the last pussy I'll
ever have.” Kamen knelt before her and tapped on the insides of her knees,
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Author Nikki Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17083096991538046379noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031994892798792167.post-17208795129821448762012-09-26T08:20:00.001-07:002012-09-26T08:20:18.816-07:00Cauldron of Tales Anthology coming 10-1-12!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><br /><br />I am happy to say that Cauldron of Tales Anthology is now available on Smashwords and Amazon.com So very excited about this one.<br /><br />Sonia Hightower, Lorraine Nelson, Chacelyn Pierce and Angelina Rain are also authors in the anthology. <br /><br />There is something for everyone in this little Halloween gem.<br /><br />When five witches with wild imaginations get together, the pot boils over with trouble, romance, and sensuality.<br /><br />In The Devil’s Berries, readers are taken back to Renaissance England where Sabine, facing her last night alive, reveals how the witch really came to be associated with the broomstick. Will her nightly visitor bring her more trouble or will he give her peace?<br /><br />Cindy can’t decide if she’s Hexed Or Vexed her longtime friend, Killen. All she knows is that one second he was her very manly friend, and the next, he’s a dog. Can her Witchy Group on Facebook help her fix the mess, or will she be burdened with a comical canine companion the rest of her days?<br /><br />Willow Vance is a poor excuse for a witch, and by some stroke of luck, the six-year-old Past Potion she crafted worked. When the hexed warlock finds out about Willow's curse, he will stop at nothing for her to lift the spell. Willow can run, but does she want to?<br /><br />Alone for Halloween, Bryn is ready to take some frustrations out on her purple battery-operated toy, but she’s in for a surprise when the Toy Soldier becomes a flesh-and-blood man. Grateful to be free of his plastic curse, Byron will do anything for her...no matter how naughty.<br /><br />A dance of seduction under The Light of the Moon turns into a night of passion, but will that be enough for Aponi to keep the man of her dreams enchanted? Or will the flame that was ignited die out just as quickly as it sparked?<br /><br />Danica finds herself confused after a trip to the carnival with her best friend and coworker. She’s been attracted to Lisette for months, but are her feelings really being reciprocated, or was there A Sappho Spell cast in Madame Lilith’s tent? </span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Where to find us:<br /><br />Cauldron of Tales webpage: <a href="http://cauldronoftales.webstarts.com/">http://cauldronoftales.webstarts.com/</a><br /><br />The authors webpages:<br /><a href="http://lorrainenelson.weebly.com/">http://lorrainenelson.weebly.com</a> <br /><a href="http://www.chacelynpierce.com/">www.chacelynpierce.com</a> <br />http://www.nikkiprince.blogspot.com<br /><a href="http://www.angelina-rain.com/">http://www.angelina-rain.com</a> <br /><a href="http://tarachevrestt.weebly.com/index.html">http://tarachevrestt.weebly.com/index.html</a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cauldron-of-Tales-ebook/dp/B009GN98QO/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1348670716&sr=8-9&keywords=cauldron+of+tales">http://www.amazon.com/Cauldron-of-Tales-ebook/dp/B009GN98QO/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1348670716&sr=8-9&keywords=cauldron+of+tales</a>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Smashwords: <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/226200">http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/226200</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">All Romance Ebooks: <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-cauldronoftales-938323-140.html">https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-cauldronoftales-938323-140.html</a></span>Author Nikki Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17083096991538046379noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031994892798792167.post-3750018739370916542012-09-25T06:05:00.000-07:002012-09-26T08:06:07.014-07:00Wow holy blog stops!!!<br /><br />Please can I beg you all for some visits? Warning excerpt is hot for Demon Mine<br />I am at author Charisma Knights blog<br /><br /><a href="http://charismaknight.blogspot.com/2012/09/guest-blogger-nikki-prince.htmland">http://charismaknight.blogspot.com/2012/09/guest-blogger-nikki-prince.htmland</a><br /><br /><br />I am also at Musing Sallie's- <div>
http://www.ravishingromances.com/2012/09/author-interview-nikki-prince-\<br />on-her.html<br /><br /><br />Also I have the blog stop for the Cauldron of Tales anthology with a<br />giveaway-</div>
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http://www.bethyarnall.com/?p=2068 at Beth Yarnall's lovely blog.<br /><br />Cauldron of tales is also on the love fantastic Mistress Anya's blog: </div>
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Author Nikki Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17083096991538046379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031994892798792167.post-8794672234205362042012-09-19T07:21:00.000-07:002012-09-19T07:21:11.055-07:00Guest Author Kim Carmichael 9-19-12<b><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></b>
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to live out fantasies we may never dreamed possible. In our minds we can make love to a werewolf,
or travel in time for a romantic rendezvous.
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</span><!--[endif]-->The first time I wrote the word nipples - Not peaks, not tight apex, but nipples. It was my first foray into learning how not
to use euphemisms for everything. I
actually turned away from my monitor as I typed the word, but I also crossed
over the threshold into being a real author who doesn't use purple prose.</span></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->Dealing with the condom - Unless we are writing historical or
paranormal, safe sex is important, and many publishing houses require it. Somehow putting the condom on gives me no
trouble, but the whole disposing of it seems to perplex me. It is not something that you want to spend a
lot of time talking about, or at least I don't. I finally resorted to researching proper condom
etiquette. FYI the rule is that the man
is responsible or dealing with his own… disposal. For my story that was just released, Hands On
Me, I managed to turn this once awkward scene, into something that helped move
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</span><!--[endif]-->Shaving and grooming – I never really discussed
this at length, but then I had a critique that asked me to describe my hero's
"situation." Every generation seems to have their own standards for
handling their grooming. Right now the
trend is for little to no pubic hair. I
know use this to show something about my character. Is my hero male a metrosexual who keeps
everything perfect? Or do I have a man
who doesn't care about following the crowd?
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scenes knows that it has to be more than an instruction sheet, but somehow my
first double penetration scene gave me tons of trouble and lots of deep blushes. There were just so many parts and pieces to
fit together correctly, and I had to make sure my readers would understand what
I meant. I wrote the scene first as an
outline making sure I had everything in the right place, and then came back and
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times where I have been lying in bed thinking about a sexy scene, it may push
the boundaries, or sound a little left of center, but I have found that one
hundred percent of the time when I go with my gut, push past my own boundaries
and write the scene as I envisioned, it turns out much better. For my upcoming story, The Promise, I was
curious as to what would happen if my heroine was denied her orgasm, I went at
it full-throttle, and it goes down as one of my favorite scenes I have ever
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if it turns me on, it has a better chance of doing the same to my readers. At the end of the day, isn't that what we all
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The simple shoot-and-swoop mission takes a turn for these
two sometime-lovers and full-time rivals when they call a truce to give into
their desire. Now with the promise to
keep both hands on each other at all times, they share a night together. Loyalties are tested when Gwen manages to swipe
the key away, and Colin discovers the code carefully embedded into Gwen's tramp
stamp tattoo in a glow of UV light. When
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of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno
geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep all her
gadgets running. When not writing, she
can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping
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Author Nikki Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17083096991538046379noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031994892798792167.post-21115416760979646222012-09-12T00:03:00.000-07:002012-09-12T09:00:54.508-07:00Demon Mine is here! 9-12-12<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am so excited to share with you all the release of Demon Mine. It's my pride and joy and I was so happy when I received the acceptance letter from Evernight Publishing saying that they wanted it.
Evernight was who I wanted this story to go to from the beginning. They didn't disappoint me at all with their hard work, the most excellent cover art and getting me through edits.
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Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Demon-Mine-Karmic-Lust-ebook/dp/B00999G31I/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1347433530&sr=1-5&keywords=nikki+prince">http://www.amazon.com/Demon-Mine-Karmic-Lust-ebook/dp/B00999G31I/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1347433530&sr=1-5&keywords=nikki+prince</a><br />
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Samael is a fallen angel doomed to repeat his life and love for Lilianna Jackson over and over again. That is until she finally remembers who she is and the reason for the curse that has befallen them both. For you see, Lilianna was once Lilith the first wife of Adam and the lover of Samael. Are they doomed to keep repeating the past? Or will there be a new future for the reincarnated lovers?<br />
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She tried to be patient and wait. She let out a whimper, trying her best to wait for him, but failing. Slowly, she slipped her dress up her thighs, baring her shaved pussy to the air in the room, parting her legs while she leaned back onto the pillows; her fingers teased along her slit in one smooth stroke. She slid two fingers around her wet entrance, and then leisurely teased her clit. Liliana inched one, then two fingers inside of her drenched folds with a moan. She rocked her hips to push them in deeper as her head fell back against the pillow.</div>
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She groaned once more as she neared orgasm. <i>One </i><i>without him</i>. He'd want to punish her, and she'd welcome it. She loved it when he acted all badass around her. In fact, she wanted it. Even as independent as she had always been, she needed his commanding presence, lust and strength. It fueled all of those things within her as well. His needs fed her needs. Her eyes moved to the door. She grinned. There he stood, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed over his muscled chest. He looked angry—the edges of his mouth turned down and narrowed eyes fixed on her undulating body.</div>
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He gave a low warning snarl. A groan from her was the response he received. He hated when she shortened his name from Samael to Sami. Her eyes moved down his body with leisure, exploring every nuance that made up the fabulous male standing before her. The black t-shirt fit his muscled form well, along with the black jeans that did little to hide his huge hard-on.</div>
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"You protest, yet your cock is enjoying the attention I'm giving myself. Seeing as you were late, I thought it would be okay to start without you. Honestly, do you think I would rather have your cock or my fingers?" All the while, her fingers continued to plunge into her tight core, her legs bent on the bed as she arched her back. She splayed her legs out before him so that he saw every thrust.</div>
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"Lili, you're just begging to be spanked." She shivered and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. His words sparked more need than fear. His approach was leisurely as he watched her continue to pleasure herself. She moved her free hand between her spread thighs and tugged at her clit. "Stop your fingers now. Remove them or you'll not get what you want from me."</div>
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"Remove the fucking dress, Lili. Do it quickly, or you will not get a chance to come as you need to. Then get your pretty little ass on your knees and hold on to the headboard." His words quickly wiped the smirk off her face. She didn't say anything as she got to her knees and slipped the sundress off, tossing it to the floor. With one last look of feigned defiance, she turned to settle on her knees with her hands clutched to the headboard. The rustling of his clothing filled the otherwise silent room, and then they were skin to skin. His cock, hard and throbbing, pushed against the crease of her ass as his body pressed close to hers from behind.</div>
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Her breath caught in anticipation of his touching her as she craved. She did not say a word. If Liliana tested him, he would follow through on not letting her come. That could not happen; she wanted him bad. A soft mewl slipped from her lips as the head of his cock stroked along her dripping entrance. Her hands tightened on the headboard when he pressed into her. His lips were only an inch from her ear as he spoke with what could only be devilish delight.</div>
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Release date: 9-12-12! </div>
How this works: There are ten interview questions and I’ll answer these questions for Demon Mine and then tag five more authors who will then answer my ten questions and post on their blog. Special thanks to Tara Chevrestt for tagging me and you can check out her interview <a href="http://wwwbookbabe.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-next-big-thing-challenge-week-12.html#.UE-Dg7L8u5-">here</a>.<br />
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Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition? Zoe Saldana and Oded Fehr. Both of them have a bit of darkness about them that I love. They also have the look.<br />
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Will your book be self published or represented by an agency? <a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/">Evernight Publishing</a><br />
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How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? About two months, give or take.<br />
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What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? Hmmm hard to say really. It has paranormal elements, romantic elements, angels and demons, erotic elements...I would say it has something in it for everyone.<br />
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Who or what inspired you to write this book? A call for submission came out looking for a story on succubi in an erotic romance. The muse and the characters had other ideas on how this story would be played out.<br />
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Author Nikki Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17083096991538046379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031994892798792167.post-34173480565639918512012-09-07T07:02:00.001-07:002012-09-07T07:02:10.587-07:00Realmantic Moments: Fall Into Reading, Author Liking Party<a href="http://realmanticmoments.blogspot.com/p/fall-into-reading-author-liking-party.html?spref=bl">Realmantic Moments: Fall Into Reading, Author Liking Party</a>: Good morning readers, fans, friends, and authors! We’re so happy you could all join us for our week-long event to help our readers bett...Author Nikki Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17083096991538046379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031994892798792167.post-66743266522158504472012-09-01T01:09:00.000-07:002012-09-01T15:35:14.576-07:00Guest blogger: Shyla Colt with newest book: Cursed<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hello All :Waves: First off I’d like to thank, Nikki for letting me stop by and chat to you all about my new release, Cursed due out on October first. This is my first in the Edgeworth Men series, and I’ll be doing a blog hop focused around the town the book is set in, Baxter. I’ll be giving away a prize every week, so be sure to comment to win.
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Welcome to Baxter where everyone knows everyone’s name…. and their business. Deep in the heart of Mississippi this town has had a rash of broken heart’s caused by the Edgeworth boys, and rumor has it, it’s not their fault. Their great-great-great granpa got them in a heap of trouble when he bamboozled a local witch and jumped town with her money. Since then every man in the Edgeworth family has had crap luck in love. You’d think the towns women would stay clear of them but once they share that flirtatious wink, show those dimples, and turn on the charm … you’re sunk.
Around here one of the most popular places for dining is, Hog Heaven. The BBQ is so good, it’ll make you smack your mama, and the atmosphere is casual, perfect for warding off those first date jitters.
Come and see what part it played in Cursed for Avalyn, and Colton. Be sure to comment and win for a chance to win a Hog Heaven Gift set.</span><br />
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love. Great, great, grandpa bought them
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took her money and disappeared off into the sunset. Ashamed the Voiless moved away,
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Now don’t let the tiny building or the name fool you. This is the best barbecue you will ever taste. The meat melts right off the bone, and it’s smoked to perfection and bursting with flavor.” Excitement filled his tone, and his face looked almost reverent. “The sauces range from tangy to sweet and hot to mild, so there’s sure to be one that’s just right for you.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “With a recommendation like that, I can’t wait to get in there.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He led her inside, and she was amazed at the amount of people packed into the small space. The delectable scent that assaulted her nose the moment they entered took away all her doubts. Any place that smelled this good was sure to be a slice of heaven. There were brown picnic benches covered with red table cloths taking up every inch. On each table was a roll of paper towels and a metal basket filled with an array of sauces ranging from yellow to a ruby-red you couldn’t pay her to touch. She liked heat, but that looked downright deadly. Colton followed her line of sight and grinned. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“That’s the devil’s brew. I don’t recommend it unless you’re into pain.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She laughed out loud as they entered the line of people waiting to grab a seat. It was obvious this was a popular place among the locals. “I’m gonna have to pass on that one.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Smart girl.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They reached the end of the line and stood in front of the cash register. The meat was lined up and displayed on a carving station. She licked her lips and decided on the brisket plate with potato salad and an ice-cold sweet tea. No one produced sweet tea like the south, and she’d missed the sugary substance when they lived up North. It was served in a Mason jar with a healthy wedge of lemon. When they had piles of meaty goodness and sides on their plates, they chose a table toward the back, where it was less crowded.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “We have nicer places here in Baxter, but I figured if I was supposed to be showing you the town, local, home-cooked cuisine would be a better fit.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “If it tastes half as good as it smells, this place will have a new regular.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He chuckled, and a lapse in the conversation came as they prepared their food. She went with the hickory brown sugar sauce on her brisket. The meat was tender and moist, and combined with the sauce, it had her closing her eyes and moaning. The smoky meat’s sweet flavor was downright orgasmic. She could feel the calories piling on top of each other. She opened her eyes and found Colton’s gaze fixed on her. Heat blossomed in her cheeks, and she cleared her throat. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“What?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Nothing. I like a woman who can eat.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> She smirked. “I’m southern. I thought enjoying fatty foods was a requirement of girls raised in the south. ” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“You’d be surprised.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Her head filled with thoughts of waif women who munched on salad and sipped on water with lemon. She suppressed a shudder. That was no way to live. She was a meat and potatoes kind of girl and liked her curves, thank you very much. She was proud of the bodacious Voiles butt and child-bearing hips she’d inherited. Unlike some, she was fortunate to have strong women in her life who taught her to buck tradition and love her form and her being for what it was. Because of all the people in the world, there was only one Avalyn Rae Voiles, and no one could do her better. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The eye roll that accompanied Colton’s statement earned him a few more brownie points. She liked what she saw so far, but she needed to test the waters. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Fifteen minutes later, their plates were clear and she was taking a blind leap. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“So, I heard the local woods here are haunted. Is there any truth to that?” She took a giant gulp of sweet tea to bolster her courage and glanced up. He chuckled and shook his head. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I’ve never seen anything suspicious there myself, but if you ask me, there are supernatural beings out there living among us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> She arched an eyebrow. “That’s smart thinking.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Well, I was top in my class.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She laughed and relaxed. Well, he was open-minded at least. That was a start. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Why? Do you have experiences with ghosts you feel like sharing?” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Maybe?” She glanced up and cast a sly smile in his direction. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“A women of mystery, huh? I can respect that.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">His voice washed over her like liquor. The rich tone danced along her nerves, making her nipples harden and her thighs tingle. He made her want to forget her raising and head home with him for a night of smex. Better than your average lay, smex was a nasty, dirty, no-holds-barred ride to completion. He had bigger than average feet. She knew because she’d looked. It had her mind drifting to thoughts of what those thick, calloused fingers of his would feel like over her flesh. Avalyn shifted in her seat as her mind began to fill with images totally inappropriate for the dinner table. She was a woman in the middle of a draught so long she could barely remember what it felt like to be full of a stiff cock. She licked her lips and tried not to leer as she focused on the conversation once more. A quick romp was something she could’ve had years ago. What she wanted involved rings and vows, or at the least a long term commitment. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“So what brings you to Baxter? It’s not a city people flock to. It’s more of a town you grow up in and never leave.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “You don’t like it here?” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“No, I love it. This place has spoiled me for living anywhere else. We’re a hidden jewel. I think the hidden part is why we remain unchanged by outside influence.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “My family is originally from here, but we branched out a few decades back to live a couple states over. My gran and my mom suddenly got the itch to rediscover our roots. The next thing I know, we’re headed back to the original Voiles homestead and buying a space out on Main Street for the store. Not that I minded really. I was tired of life in the city, and smaller towns tend to look on what we do with a kinder eye.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“What’s that?” he asked. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Make things from scratch and do our best to heal people. Maybe make this world a better place one person at a time.” She shrugged, embarrassed by her rant. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I like that,” he said. A soft smile curved his cupid bow’s pink lips, and she felt herself melt just a little more. “Lord knows the world’s got enough negativity in it.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “I like you more and more with every word you speak. That’s a rare gift you should share with the rest of your brethren.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">His cheeks reddened, and she swore she saw panic in his widened eyes. “My brethren.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Yes, men. They tend to put their feet in their mouths at least seventy-five-percent of the time.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Oh, them.” He laughed, but it sounded thin and reedy. It was obviously forced. Avalyn wanted to ask him what he’d thought she meant, but she didn’t want to ruin the wonderful report they had going because of a silly, misunderstanding. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“As much as I’d like to speak for my entire sex, I’m going to have to decline. I can’t even get my younger brothers to listen to me. Forget the entire world.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> She laughed. “How many brothers do you have?” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Two. Too many.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Come on, you don’t mean that, do you?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Most of the time, no. Sometimes…” He trailed off and shrugged. “What about you? Do you have any siblings?” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “No. Despite how many times I asked my mother to give me a brother for Christmas, it never happened.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> He sniggered and shook his head. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She glanced down at her watch and sighed. “I’m enjoying this, but I need to head back to the shop soon.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I understand how it is when you own your own business. I’ll go settle the bill.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She opened her mouth only to clamp it shut when he shot her a glare.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Don’t you dare spout any Yankee nonsense about splitting the cost. I asked you out, and you accepted, so I’m paying.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Yes sir.” She gave a mock salute. </span><br />
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Yes Sir<br />
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She looked at the rose on her hip. It was a beautiful fiery orange color such a contrast to her peaches and cream skin color. Master had given it to her and said if she was good he'd reward her with the right to wear his collar. She peered over at him as he stood at his easel painting what she assumed to be her. He'd placed her only in red panties, black silk stockings and the rose laying just so. He'd dressed her as tenderly as one would dress a doll.<br />
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"Don't move..."<br />
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"I won't Sir."<br />
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"I know you won't, because you're a good girl, aren't you?"<br />
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"Yes, Sir."<br />
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"I can smell how wet you are. I won't ease that ache until I am satisfied."<br />
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She swallowed hard. Wanting to kiss him, to taste his full lips and become his and every way. This was a test and she'd excel at it. She'd been laying like this for over an hour. To be his, she'd lay there for as long as it took. His collar was the epitome of what she'd been striving for.<br />
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"Come here; look at what I've painted." Getting up, she moved over to him, and gasped. He'd painted her and it was a perfect copy of how she'd been with one exception. In perfect color wrapped about her throat was his collar. Then she felt the cool leather as he placed the real thing on her neck and his arms pulling her close. <br />
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"You're mine."<br />
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It was featured on Michel Prince's blog along with some other authors flashes...do stop by: <a href="http://www.michelprincebooks.com/1/post/2012/08/adding-just-a-flash-of-color-to-end-the-summer.html">http://www.michelprincebooks.com/1/post/2012/08/adding-just-a-flash-of-color-to-end-the-summer.html</a>Author Nikki Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17083096991538046379noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031994892798792167.post-56732370810805695472012-08-29T00:01:00.001-07:002012-08-29T00:01:14.524-07:00Horny Hump Day--entry <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am so excited to share this finally. Coming October 1st, 2012 with Angelina Rain, Sonia Hightower, Lorraine Nelson, and Chacelyn Pierce. Cauldron of Tales---6 fascinating tales!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> When five witches with wild imaginations get together, the pot boils over with trouble, romance, and sensuality. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> In The Devil’s Berries, readers are taken back to Renaissance England where Sabine, facing her last night alive, reveals how the witch really came to be associated with the broomstick. Will her nightly visitor bring her more trouble or will he give her peace? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Cindy can’t decide if she’s Hexed Or Vexed her longtime friend, Killen. All she knows is that one second he was her very manly friend, and the next, he’s a dog. Can her Witchy Group on Facebook help her fix the mess, or will she be burdened with a comical canine companion the rest of her days? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Willow Vance is a poor excuse for a witch, and by some stroke of luck, the six-year-old Past Potion she crafted worked. When the hexed warlock finds out about Willow's curse, he will stop at nothing for her to lift the spell. Willow can run, but does she want to? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> A dance of seduction under The Light of the Moon turns into a night of passion, but will that be enough for Aponi to keep the man of her dreams enchanted? Or will the flame that was ignited die out just as quickly as it sparked? </span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Please welcome Guest Blogger Dahlia DeWinters! Thanks for coming by with this very interesting post Dahlia!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Massage for Boosting your Sex Life
You’ve got your essential oil love massage mix and you’re ready to go, right? Not quite. There is a way to apply these “magical” oils so that they reach their maximum effect on both partners.
Welcome to the world of erotic massage.
Before we begin….this is a small point, but one that many may overlook. Be sure your hands are smooth. No hangnails, no jagged dry cuticles. The skin can be very sensitive and a scratch from dry skin can ruin the mood in a heartbeat.
Set the atmosphere: Light candles (be careful with open flames). You may also drape sheer, colored cloth over a lamp, or even use a colored light bulb. Turn on some music to put you in the mood. Burn incense that complements the massage scents that you will be using.
Strip down. Period. This is not the time to be worried about flaws. It’s you and your partner and that’s all that counts.
Warm the oil between your hands before applying to your partner’s back. My oil of choice is food-grade virgin coconut oil. I highly, highly recommend it. Not only does it have lovely slip and glide, it is edible, and good for you too, if you choose to …lick it. In addition, it’s non-allergenic and won’t sting the sensitive parts.
Stroke the skin of the back in warm, slow waves. Use your body weight as pressure (modify as necessary). Don’t tire your arms out, you’ll need them for later.
The point of erotic massage is to bring your skin in contact with your partner’s as much as possible. A kiss at the nape of the neck, on the jawbone, anywhere you like will heighten the sensation. Switch places and enjoy the pampering. Soon you both will be smelling of a lovely tropical oil, have well conditioned skin and a very good time in the bedroom.
Safe Sex tip: Use polyurethane condoms, such as Durex Avanti Polyurethane as latex condoms may be weakened by the oil.
Have fun! </i></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Dahlia’s latest book The Wisest Maiden is available now. Buy it and you’ll see how the massage works to the heroine’s advantage. </span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="color: red;">Blurb:</span></b>
</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Betrayed by his first wife, King Toridesh gives his new brides no
chance to deceive him. After he marries a virgin of his choosing and
consummates the marriage, he has them killed.
As an only child, Issalia has been sheltered by her parents in an
attempt to shield her from their king’s murderous intent. When her
mother falls ill, Issalia refuses to allow their market-stall be
closed for the day, knowing this one day of income stands between them
and poverty.
While in disguise, the king spies the lovely Issalia in the
marketplace and takes her as his next bride. Will Issalia
succumb to the fate of the virgin brides before her, or will she be
able to break the king’s curse? </span><br />
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