tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25979064360472259192024-02-22T11:48:32.517+10:00H C Brown Author of RomanceBlog of author H.C. BrownUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger409125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597906436047225919.post-37520536307416216802015-02-13T22:27:00.002+10:002015-02-13T22:27:37.888+10:00Release Day!!!!! Coming Out With Pride- Read an excerpt :-)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I hope you'll enjoy my new Pride Brothers Book.<br />
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Prince Jannus of Knight Watch turns his back on tradition and seeks a male for his mate. His preference is for a human to submit to him in and out of the dungeon.<br />
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Once a year at Samhain, he opens the gate to his world and sends his faithful Elf to collect suitable men for him and the other Doms seeking delicious subs for mutual pleasure.<br />
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Brad Archer’s desire to come out and find a strong handsome Dom has become an obsession. Heading to Stonehenge to join a festival, he meets a stranger who lures him to another dimension crammed with Doms more than happy to take him for a walk on the wild side.<br />
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<b>Excerpt</b><br />
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<i>The Great Book of the Prides – personal entry by King Blaise of Knight Watch<br /><br />I have decided not to interfere with Jannus’ preference for males. I have many sons who enjoy the company of men, and my pride is growing larger with many of my sons and brothers taking both male and female to mate.<br /><br />Jannus follows my brother Zandor’s enjoyment of domination, a trait I see becoming very popular amongst the Prides of late. With the help of Nox, Jannus has built a dungeon deep in Crystal Mountain with a gate directly to the human world. I hope that this year Jannus will find the man of his dreams.</i><br />
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<b>Chapter One</b></div>
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Prince Jannus of Knight Watch lounged in a large leather chair and gripped the head of the Elf bending between his knees. “Use your teeth to undo my pants, show devotion to your Master.”<br />
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Si did a good enough job of licking his leathers but he needed more than an Elf to satisfy his needs.<br />
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He craved a human, a Nomag, Nox the King of the Fae called them, for they had no magyck.<br />
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His uncles, Dare, Rio, and Zandor had mated human females and the scent of them drove him to distraction, but he had no desire to fuck them or mark their alabaster skin. He preferred males and his refusal to consider a female for a mate had troubled him before Nox had explained his own desires. It had been Nox’s idea to create a dungeon with a Gate to the human dimension to cater for his desires and other Pride like him. He had enjoyed three years with the Samhain Six, the males, Nox had chosen to Dominate this secret place. He had enjoyed the company of many delicious subs, but his cat refused to accept any of the males as his mate.<br />
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Tasting the joy of marking human skin and inhaling their unique scent had become an obsession and he could not get enough. He stroked Si’s cheeks, encouraging him to suck him deeper then shuddered, filling the Elf’s mouth with his seed. Rather than exultation, emptiness surrounded him. He needed a mate, and the uniquely passionate connection with both mate and cat all Pride strived to achieve. Somewhere, the Lady had designed a man just for him. Perhaps this Samhain, his mate would find his way to the Gate.<br />
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He smiled at Si and waved him to his feet. “Go now and find some delicious men for our games tonight.” He lifted his chin. “I want, Nomags, young and handsome. Find me a special male and I will keep you as my slave.”<br />
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“Yes, Master.” Si licked his lips. “I will find you a suitable male or I will not return.”Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597906436047225919.post-6948606499835257422015-02-01T11:16:00.000+10:002015-02-01T11:16:39.189+10:00OMG! I won the Bestselling Author 2014 Award for Luminosity Publishing!!!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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"In 1st place, is a super talented and prolific author, who writes a number of genres, all with great plots and superb characterisation. With a number of ARe Bestseller Awards for her books published through Luminosity, we send huge congratulations to H.C. Brown. With sales well into 4 figures, you have achieved the coveted Best Selling Author Award for Luminosity Publishing in 2014."</div>
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I will be attending the Readers and Writers Downunder Conference . I am on 3 panels and will be at the book signing.</div>
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I will have a few copies of my print books with me including some out of print rare titles for the book signing and plenty of swag for all my readers. So come along and have some fun, I can't wait to meet you :-)</div>
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Prince Rio loves Tanz, but his cat demands he mate Aria, the
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Aria d’Lion, author of bestselling books, The Fairy in My Garden, and
Shape-shifters Are Among Us discovers to her horror that most of the things
she’s written about are true. The shifters have sent a deliciously handsome man
to the book signing to kill her, trouble is the panther shifter is her mate.
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Hot sexy Rio has a list of kinky sex partners but one special man in his life.
Aria turns his world upside down and he is torn between duty and love.</div>
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<b><i>Other World</i></b><br />
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Rio ran his hand down Tanz’s back. Damp, peach fuzz skin slid tantalizingly
beneath Rio’s fingertips. He smiled into the darkness. This evening, he had
taken his ass four times, and listened to his groans of delight each time he
took him in his mouth. The Faerie’s essence still coated his tongue. He longed
to immerse himself completely in the man’s taste and never come up for air.<br />
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In the twilight, he could make out Tanz clearly. He touched the damp, moonlit
curls pressed against his blushed cheeks. He ran his fingers down across his
lover’s pointed chin then up to trace the line of his swollen lips. Overpowered
by the need to kiss him, to feel his passion, he groaned. He ached to bury
himself deep inside his smoldering heat, just one more time, before daylight.
Bending his head to nuzzle him under one tall, pointed ear, he breathed in his
unique, earthy scent. He wished the sweet male would open his eyes. His lover’s
sultry jade orbs could melt an iceberg and bring him to his knees. Tanz had
become his weakness<i>. Lady’s blood, I am
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He sighed and turned onto his back. Pride females would never leave him wanting,
and he had two waiting at home. Tanz chose that moment to roll over, exposing
his full, magnificent length. His heart quickened. The male’s pale, opalescent
skin caught in a beam of moonlight and shimmered. He reached out, traced a path
across his broad chest, and circled each flat nipple before he rested his palm
over Tanz’s substantial prick. He enjoyed this far too much. This Fae male had
taken him to a level he had not experienced before. No, none of his male or
female lovers had incited such intense lust in him.<br />
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The King of the Faerie’s voice echoed in his head. He groaned. Trust Nox to
disturb a night of bliss.<br />
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<i>“I know you are awake. King Blaise has
requested you return to Dryad without delay. There has been a robbery; someone
has stolen the Lady’s Book of Knowledge from the Royal Library. Blaise is
convinced the Druiks or the humans are to blame; he has already begun
investigations in Druik Void. I am leaving for the human realm now.”</i><br />
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He grunted his assent. A request from his king required an immediate response,
and the fact Blaise was his brother notwithstanding. He shook Tanz gently but
he slept in that delightfully exhausted way that only came from a night of
erotic euphoria. Pressing a kiss to his lover’s forehead, he lingered to
memorize the man’s unique features. His heart twisted in regret. He had forged
a deep connection with Tanz over the past year and wanted it to continue, but a
relationship between them could never work. Fae and Pride males were literally
worlds apart. Each time he left him, it became harder to forget the delicious
Faerie. He wished Tanz would wake, so he could explain his abrupt departure. He
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over her. If the clan discovered her book, would they burn her as a witch?
Thank God, Alex had tucked The History of the Highlands inside his saddlebag.
At least, reading it to him had proved she had spoken the truth about coming
from the future. She chewed her bottom lip and forced her foggy mind to
concentrate. Passing four weeks in the fifteenth century unnoticed would be a
difficult task, but many Scots of this time wouldn’t have met an English woman,
and they may well ignore any mistakes as ignorance. Yes, she could act the part
and with the Clan Murray Laird to protect her, she doubted anyone would dare
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Hamish saddled the horses and made ready to depart, she sifted through what
remained of her possessions. She removed a few important items and secured them
in Alex’s saddlebags. With the first-aid kit, toothbrush, toiletries, and the
remaining food for the trip inside the saddlebags, she reluctantly zipped up
her backpack. Her stomach rolled in fear of never returning to the Faerie Tree
and being lost in time forever.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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breath to strengthen her resolve, she moved behind a thick honeysuckle bush and
glanced around to ensure her privacy. Satisfied, she stripped down to her
underwear and dressed in the shirt. The linen garment came down to cover her
knees. She wrapped the strip of plaid around her waist and sat down to remove
her shoes. Deciding to keep the long socks for warmth, she pushed everything
back into her backpack and stuffed the bag deep inside a crevice between two
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“That will do
nicely.” Alex moved to her side and draped his cloak over her shoulders. “Ye
are verra bonnie, and I am proud to call ye wife.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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pressed one hand over her pounding heart. Good grief, he had returned like a
phantom without one footstep or twig cracking to announce his arrival. He moved
like a shadow and his life would depend on his ability to move with stealth.
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Tall and
muscular with the striking good looks of a naughty archangel, he smiled at her
with a flash of even teeth. The tips of his ears reddened as if he had read her
mind. His intent stare ran the length of her body before returning to meet her
gaze with a blatant invitation. Most men found her too fat, but Alex’s
expression held nothing but admiration. <i>This
just has to be a dream</i>. <i>Why would
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eyes danced with mischief. “Well, lass, ye are perfect in ma eyes. Ye have skin
like a pink rose and a lovely rounded arse. The men in your village must be
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Pinned between two delicious bodies, Aiden gasped; the heat from the two Doms scorched through his shirt. With both arms locked around Connor’s neck and his back pressed hard against Logan’s hard thighs, they moved as one to the slow sensual beat. From behind, Logan’s large hands moved from chest to groin in an exploration of pure unadulterated lust. As they swayed to the music, Logan rubbed his thick erection across his ass in a blatant invitation. He gazed into Connor’s eyes and caught his amused knowing expression. He returned the smile and ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip. <i>Oh, I know how to play this game.</i><br /><br />Oh yeah, he understood exactly what the pair of them had in mind. He pushed his fingers into Connor’s silken hair and cupped the roundness of his skull. He waited, mouth held slightly open for Connor to lower his head. The desire to kiss this man had become an obsession. He moaned and pressed his aching shaft into Connor’s thigh.<br /><br />“I think we need a room.” Connor’s damp breath brushed his cheek. “You are so fucking hot.”<br /><br />“Oh yeah, his ass is on fire. What do you want from us, Aiden? A short get to know us scene and some hot action…or just the hot action?” Logan pressed open-mouth kisses along Aiden’s neck. “I want you real bad.”<br /><br />Aiden leaned back into the big Dom and wiggled his ass. “Dungeon…please, Masters.”<br /><br />“You need a contract? Or do you trust us for some harmless fun? I’m sure Alec would vouch for us.”<br /><br />“Alec already has. I’ll trust you for a get to know you scene.” He laughed. “I can scream really loud if I have to.”<br /><br />Connor grinned like a gorilla on meth. “Sweet. I’ll go and see what’s available.” He disentangled himself from Aiden and pressed a kiss on Logan’s cheek. “Take our boy downstairs and keep him happy, I’ll be right behind you.”<br /><br />Turned in Logan’s arms, he slumped against the man’s hard chest. The Dom held him in his strong arms and pressed kisses along his jaw and down his neck.<br /><br />“You smell so fucking good. I wanna lick you all over, boy.” Logan slid one arm around his waist and moved through the dancers to the perimeter of the dance floor. “I gather this is your first visit to the Depravity dungeons?”<br /><br />His heart pounded, excitement thrummed in every nerve ending. The man’s touch sent flames of desire curling around his balls. The idea of having two men weakened his knees. He sucked in deep breaths then assumed the attitude of a very willing sub and dropped his gaze. “Yes, Sir, this is my first time.”<br /><br />“You’ll love it here. They’ve based the design on medieval torture chambers. Although, they have a nice mattress on the floor for the cool down.” Logan pushed him through a studded oak door.<br /><br />Inside the dim passageway lit by fat candles, he glanced at the heavy doors set into the walls. Each thick door had a chalkboard hanging from a nail. He squinted through the puddles of orange light to read the names scrawled over the black surface denoting which Dom was in residence. He inhaled the erotic flavor of men, sex, candlewax, and leather. The atmosphere of domination filled each crack in the granite block wall.<br /><br />“Kneel.” Logan touched his shoulder. “Lick my leathers.”<br /><br />Aiden dropped to his knees and assumed the position with his hands gripped behind him. He bent low and suckled each stud along the ankle band on Logan’s boots. The tang of metal rubbed over his tongue, awakening his dark desires. He moved up the leg, trailing a wet path to the knee. Logan gripped his hair in his strong fingers and twisted. A sharp sting of pain tore at Aiden’s scalp, he moaned, and continued upward. He lapped up the thigh and met the denim covering his Master’s package. He growled his frustration. The hard ridge of Logan’s impressive length pressed against his mouth. He inhaled the Dom’s intoxicating male musk and climbed the zipper with his teeth seeing the prize inside the tight jeans.<br /><br />“Soon.” Logan moved away.<br /><br />He stared at the dark stone floor, his cockhead scraped against the fastening of his pants. He panted, desperate for the thrill of pleasure, pain, and unrestrained sex. Footsteps brought the arrival of Connor. He heaved a sigh of relief. He wanted to lift his head to gaze at the man’s beauty and drink in the combined scents of his two Doms.<br /><br />“Follow me, boy.” Connor ran a finger over the back of Aiden’s neck. “Crawl. Oh yeah, let me see your ass move in those leather pants.”</div>
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men, will Beth escape or fall prey to the insatiable shifters?</em><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dr. Elizabeth Clark’s life turns upside down when the Druiks
kidnap her, and take her to Druik Void, located in a future realm. Caged like
an animal in a laboratory filled with humanoid specimens from other dimensions,
she endures experimental surgery. Zandor and Thryll, two very sexy
shape-shifters trapped with her, persuaded her to escape with them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Will Beth survive the frantic journey to safety? Or will she
fall prey to the insatiable shifters?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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cat, or I will arrange another taste of the prod. You are nothing here. I will
keep you for as long as it pleases me and do to you as I wish. You will soon
learn to comply—they all do. Your circumstances would improve considerably if
you would agree to my wishes.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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bars shook violently. “Never. I will tear apart any female you place with me.
Do you think that I possess compassion, Pic? You will die slowly when my
brothers arrive, and arrive they will.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Pic, leaned toward the cage and grinned. “Only a fool would pit the hapless
troops of a mythical goddess against the Druik’s weaponry. I know what you are,
cat. I will enjoy watching your training. Soon you will kneel before me and do
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only an arm span away. He stood naked, his back rippling with fury, and shook
the cage, his massively muscled arms bulging. The laboratory fell silent as if
a great storm raged. All faces turned toward the creature and cowered. His
anger thundered so violently, Beth expected lightning to shoot from his
fingertips at any moment. As the doctor turned and walked from view a slow,
deep growl, sent shivers down her spine. She gripped the bars, her attention
fixed on her fellow prisoner’s awesome beauty. Sweat flowed in rivulets between
rock-hard muscles bunched across broad shoulders. She licked her lips
mesmerized by a single droplet’s hypnotic trail wetting a tantalizing path down
his spine to disappear between the cleft in his impressively muscled ass. His
long legs quivered and with every delectable movement, taut muscle slid
delightfully beneath skin the color of warm honey. His hair hung in a long,
shaggy mane and appeared to glow in every shade of amber. The russet, fire, and
sunburst streaks danced like flames in the overhead lights. He turned
aggressively to follow the retreating back of his captor and her stomach
twisted. His profile resembled a Michelangelo statue, chiseled yet darkly
angelic. The lights in the laboratory dimmed, followed by the now-familiar
whoosh of the food dispensers.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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her cheek against the cold bars and groaned. <i>Dear God, that cage won’t hold him. He’s going to break out of there
and kill us all.</i> As if he read her thoughts, his attention shifted to her.
His wild, amber gaze slid over her without compassion. His lips drew back, and
he hissed displaying long, white fangs. She recoiled at his cat-like teeth and
trembled at the uncontrollable rage reflected in eyes dancing with streaks of
liquid fire. His nose wrinkled and he growled in frustration before lowering
his voice to a murmur, but she caught every word. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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her life, she backed away until cold bars dug into her back. This man was
dangerous with a capital D. She stared at him in disbelief, her eyes opening so
wide they hurt while her mouth seemed incapable of forming a reply. He dropped
his head, defeated, and took a deep, shuddering breath. Hair streaked with molten
gold cascaded over his shoulders and covered his face, sticking in wet strands
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> “Do not fear me. My anger is for those who
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gaze no longer afraid. “I don’t really know where we are, but it’s obvious
they’re not letting us out any time soon. I believe we’re a collection of
different species for an experiment of sorts.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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many enemies here, Human.” His gaze drifted around the room and he sniffed as
if tasting the air. “Would seem we have only one other to our alliance.” He
indicated with his chin toward a girl with wings in a nearby cage. “Mayhap the
Fae female and us. The others, by the stink clinging to their bodies, are Rams
of one herd or another. Have you seen any other Pride brothers?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> “Wonderful.” He turned and sank to the floor
in one fluid movement. He crossed his long legs, straightened his spine, and
faced her. Large hands with long, strong fingers rested on his knees. Beth
watched him in fascination her attention fixated on the massive cock nestling
between his legs. <i>Jesus, I need to get a
grip, I’m a doctor, not a nymphomaniac.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Heat crept
into her cheeks and she slowly lifted her gaze to look at his delectably sinful
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> “You have not seen a Pride male before, have
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">Raoul is the untouchable sub, the temptation few Doms get to taste. His pretty boy twink appearance and arrogance draws rock star Alec like a moth to the flame.<br /><br />Master Alec loves a challenge and is determined to lure the haughty model into his dungeon and drive him to subspace.<br /><br />Reader Advisory: Fasten your seat belt for a ride on the wild side.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">Raoul crawled behind Alec to the dungeon door. He glanced around. Fake candles set in Gothic wall sconces sent a warm orange glow in pools along the passageway. The scent of leather, men, and candlewax hung heavy in the air. The door creaked open and he followed Alec’s boots inside a dim room. His heart pounded. Lord, he had slipped a cog agreeing to do a scene with an edge playing Dom. He glanced up. Alec moved like a cat, dark and sleek, across the room. The man placed the bag on a bench then took a cigarette lighter from his pants pocket and strolled around igniting fat wax candles. Raoul trembled. The Dom ignored him and returned to the table. With slow deliberation, he removed items from his bag and laid them on the table. A flogger sat close to the edge with long ribbons dangling. Then he took out a pair of leather half gloves and pulled them on. He stretched his long fingers then fisted his hands.<br /><br />“Come here.” Alec’s voice echoed around the room.<br /><br />A shiver of awareness slithered down Raoul’s spine. He staggered to his feet and moved to the place Alec indicated beneath a chain hanging from the ceiling. His Dom moved closer and the warm musky scent of him washed over him. He bit his bottom lip to push down the swell of fear, but his traitorous cock swelled and tingled with anticipation. Later, Master Alec would take him, hard and fast. Sex was on the menu, and the idea both thrilled and terrified him.<br /><br />Alec flicked his dark gaze over him before he snapped handcuffs around his wrists and raised his hands high. Attached to the overhead chain, Raoul balanced precariously on the balls of his feet. He wanted a blindfold to hide the emotions building up inside him. He bit back the request and dropped his head.<br /><br />“I want your feet on the floor and your attention on me. I’m not some faceless Dom using you for his own pleasure. From now, no blindfolds, you will know who is fucking you.” Alec moved toward the wall and turned the winch to lower the chain. “You will watch me at all times. When I am behind you, look at my reflection in the mirror.” He wheeled a large mirror in front of Raoul. “Do you understand?”<br /><br /><i>Fuck!</i> “Yes, Master.”</span></span></div>
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T.K. Lawyer has always had an interest in the unusual, the unexplained
and anything paranormal from a very young age.
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She creates romantic, emotion-filled
worlds filled with passion, seduction and tons of affection. Strong, alpha males willing to do anything to
please their feisty mates regardless how their mates test their limits are the
premise of each of her books. She likes
to say how each of her unique characters tells his/her own enchanting story and
she is just the vessel that writes it all down.
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When not writing, she is likely spending
time with her husband and best friend, watching paranormal themed T.V. shows,
thinking up new scenes for future books, or lavishing enormous amounts of
attention and affection to her furry German-Shepherd mix dog.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She has several books in the works for the
future including four more half-wolf stories and two Angel series. Currently, she is working on the first of her
5 book Guardian Angel series.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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writing? What genres do you enjoy writing?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I write paranormal romance. I tried writing a non-fiction book 8 to 10
years ago but never finished it. I got
an idea about 5 years ago and wrote it down while I was in my car. I never did finish that plot or even start
the story but it got me going on several other ideas and I have about 30+ book
ideas now that I will be completing and publishing in the future. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My ideas come to me in a sporadic
manner. They are very spontaneous. I try to keep a notepad or paper around me at
all times in case the mood strikes. I
have had scenes come to me while driving in my car, working out on my
elliptical machine, from vivid dreams, or even from things I’ve encountered out
in public. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Can you tell us about your writing process, for example, do you write an
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<b><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">No. I have never used an outline. I think an outline would be too confining and
it would block my creativity. I’m all
about freedom to create and expand upon what I already have. The scenes that I come up with are put in
order of when I feel they will occur in the book. Then I end up “filling in” the spaces between
the scenes so that everything runs cohesive.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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of my heroes are alpha males. Every one
of them is loving, loyal, protective and willing to do just about anything for
their mate. The only difference between
my male angels and my male wolf-shifters is that the male angels have an
abundance of patience in comparison to the male wolf-shifters. Even so, my angels are tested and sometimes
their patience runs out. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Coffee or tea?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Both,
actually. I have one or the other
depending on the time of day.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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like both but my preference is the countryside.
A cozy log cabin away from the busy city life can be a sexy, romantic
rendezvous. It can also be a quiet,
relaxing vacation away from people and just the right combination to spark
creativity.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Do you write about the places you know or prefer to take your readers to exotic
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<u><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Nightfall</span></u><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">
was inspired by my German-shepherd mix dog, actually. I would look at her and wonder ‘what if’ and
the story just took off from there. My
angel books are inspired by my love for angels and from the many books I’ve
read about them. I also get story lines
and inspiration from real life events. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Yes, if I could I would not work full-time
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We have all suffered submission rejections. How do you cope? Do you have any
advice to other writers on coping with rejection?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s hard being rejected and it’s hard not
to take it personal when you put so much time, effort and energy into something
that someone thinks is not good enough to sell.
It still gets to me, but it helps to realize that not everyone has the
same tastes and ideas as me. There are
so many publishers out there and they translate into unforeseen
opportunities. You just have to keep
trying and plugging away and someone will eventually bite. Unfortunately, things don’t happen quickly
and having a lot of patience helps. In
the meantime search for other publishers or agents that might be interested in
your work and keep trying till one offers you a contract.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I’m so busy working full-time, writing and
marketing my book and taking care of my family that I have very little time to
read anymore but when I do get a chance I try to read a few chapters from some
of my favourite authors, which are:
Felicity Heaton, Jordan Summers, Eve
Langlais and J.S. Scott to name a few.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Do you write one novel at a time or do you move between works in progress?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Actually, I do both. I write new ideas/start new books when I’m
inspired or when the mood hits me. While
I’m in the process of self-editing a book, I may get an inspiration for a scene
for another book and I’ll switch to that one for a short period of time. This helps keep my energy up and my interest
going and it keeps me from dragging from the gruelling, unhappy process of
editing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Yes,
I had a short stint of writer’s block recently which was funny because I never
thought it would happen to me. You see,
stories came to me so quickly and fast and I thought I was immune (smile) but
boy, when it hit me, it hit me hard. I
was without an idea for a period of 4 to 5 very long months! Then one day I was in my car and- bam- a
scene entered my mind and I ran with it.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I’ve
always liked writing though I never thought I’d venture into a career doing
it. I love creating the characters and
entering their worlds, recording it all down on paper. It’s amazing how a few, simple paragraphs can
create adventures and spark interest.
The creative process is amazing and inspires me to continue writing.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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What advice would you give to unpublished authors approaching an e publisher?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Just do it! Don’t let anything get in the way of your
dreams. Send out your queries and
synopsis to those publishers interested in your genre and then give yourself a
deadline to when, if you haven’t received a contract, you will look at other
options. I was ready to self-publish if
I had no ‘takers.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Guardian Angels and this will be my next release. After that, I may return back to a wolf
shifter novel- not sure. But I do have 3
more wolf shifter novels and another 5 book series of angels that will be
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you tell us a little about your current novel? What inspired you to write this
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inspiration for Nightfall. She does
things any dog would do but watching her watch me and follow me around
everywhere gave me the idea of a wolf shifter who is taken in as a pet by a
female he is strangely drawn to.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Tamara’s
spicy scent thrills, seduces and weakens him like no other. She is his and he wants her. Unfortunately, she is done with men. Tamara’s been burned too many times in the
past and she’s not looking for a relationship…..ever. But when she finds a stray dog on her
doorstep she decides she wants a relationship with a male, after all- that of
pet and pet owner.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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bed, nightly and permanently. He will
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paths are intertwined and their future is inevitable but will Tamara allow Josh
to love, cherish and protect her? Or
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promises could shatter her walls completely and consume her with desire? <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Josh waited thirty minutes to make sure
she didn’t change her mind, come home, and surprise him. After sensing no car
pulling into the driveway, he stood on his hind legs and blissfully returned to
his primary form. Arching his back, he flexed his muscles and luxuriated in the
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approached Tamara as a “dog” he found himself having to endure lengthy periods
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Lord, this is hard. Watching her undress,
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tantalized and aroused his senses, mesmerized him, and also, somehow, brought
him peace. He found the scent comfortable and familiar, but over time it became
more than that. Her scent was not only arousing, but it also could, and often
did, change at any minute. Like an amazing lover, it teased and played with
him, setting his nerves on edge and challenging his restraint. One second it
was warm and cozy. Next it was spicy and sexy, and then it was happy and
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">What it promised was much more than purely
physical pleasure. It was something he searched for, but having found it, he
now hesitated. He was confused at the demanding intensity of his feelings for
the stranger who dwelled in the house. One thing was for sure—he wanted, no
needed, to bathe and luxuriate in the unusually stimulating scent daily, and
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massage therapist, author, feminist and gamer full of schadenfreude pie and
Mountain Dew. She pens urban fantasy, horror and steampunk with a side of heavy
romance. Her characters are straight, LGBTQIA</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%;"> </span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%;"> and some shades not on the spectrum. She has
been published in both fiction and non-fiction anthologies.</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU">Through the month of November, she can be found in local coffee
houses, over caffeinated and armed with her trusty laptop as she strives to
bang out 50,000 words in 30 days for</span><span lang="EN-AU"> </span><span lang="EN-AU"> </span><span lang="EN-AU"><a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/" target="_blank">National
Novel Writer's Month</a>. She serves as a Municipal Liaison for
Columbus, Ohio.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU">C.V. does book reviews for the</span><span lang="EN-AU"> </span><span lang="EN-AU"> </span><span lang="EN-AU"><a href="http://yeahbooks.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Yeah Books! blog</a> and <a href="http://masqueradecrew.blogspot.com/2014/08/5-fun-facts-about-deaubreydigest-our.html?utm_content=buffer2c103&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_campaign=buffer" target="_blank">Masquerade
Crew</a> as well as hosting book tours with <a href="http://www.author-allies.org/ally-nation/" target="_blank">Ally Nation</a>. She also
writes for the <a href="http://www.caffeinecrew.com/">Caffeine Crew</a> and
is a member of the <a href="http://d20girls.org/" target="_blank">D20 Girls</a>. She
often procrastinates on <a href="http://twitter.com/deaubreydigest" target="_blank">Twitter</a>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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in the form of fantasy, horror and steampunk. Although I've been known to do
contemporary and most of my work has been LGBTQIA. I guess the best word would
be “eclectic”.</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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opening scene and write from there until I'm exhausted. Then I go through and
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of my contemporary The Layover is a kinky, saucy boy. The hero of With Proper
Maintenance is a neat freak with big shoes to fill.</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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love my coffee. Especially Blue Mountain coffee. However, I've been drinking a
lot more tea lately.</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Beach or countryside?</span></b><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%;">Beach. No questions asked. As long as
it's warm and sunny.</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Do you write about the places you know or prefer to take your readers to exotic
places?</span></b><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%;">I haven't written many of the places I
know. I've visited Chicago. I'd like to set something in Toronto, but we'll see
what happens there.</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Where do you get your inspiration?</span></b><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%;">Random ideas pop into my head. Sometimes
they come from dreams. Sometimes from story prompts. And sometimes I read a
book and go, “Cool concept, but I'd rather do it this way.”</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Would you change anything in your life to make writing easier.</span></b><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%;">I've made changes in my life so writing
is easier. I suffer with anxiety and obsessive compulsive disorder. Without
getting into all the symptoms, getting help has made writing much easier.</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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We have all suffered submission rejections. How do you cope? Do you have any
advice to other writers on coping with rejection?</span></b><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%;">I've been incredibly lucky. I've only
gotten three rejection letters so far and all of the advice given was pretty
spot on. I coped by joining a crit group to get better. The better you are, the
less rejection letters you'll get. </span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%;">I offer the same advice with rejection
as I do with taking critique. Read the rejection. Put the letter or email away
for a week. Then go back and read it again. Often the sting is out of it by
then and you can make real progress in making the changes that need to be done.</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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What do you like to read and who are your favourite authors?</span></b><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%;">I really like Laura Anne Gilman and her
Retriever series. I really liked Orson Scott Card's Ender saga. And Tigana by
Guy Gavriel Kay does emotion like nobody else. I also really like Nathaniel
Hawthorne.</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Do you write one novel at a time or do you move between works in progress?</span></b><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%;">If I have a submission call for
something pressing, I jump between. If not, I usually stick with one at a time,
but I often get ideas in the middle of a novel for another work I've been doing
and sometimes pause to jot a scene or two.</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Do you have times when the Muse is away on holiday?</span></b><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%;">Most certainly. I've had a recent three
month hiatus. Although I call all my characters who are clamouring for
attention my “muses”, so maybe that's not an accurate answer. My characters are
always with me. Inspiration, however, is sometimes not.</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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What motivates you to write?</span></b><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%;">I have a head full of characters who
insist their stories be told. I also enjoy the outlet of pouring words onto a
page. It's very cathartic.</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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What advice would you give to unpublished authors approaching an e publisher?</span></b><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%;">Write. Revise. Get someone published to
crit your work. Revise again. Your friends and family, as much as they love
you, are your cheerleaders, not your peers. You need someone who can give you
hard advice on what you've written before those dreaded rejection letters come
in.</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Is there anything you would like to share with us about upcoming releases? </span></b><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%;">I wrote a post apocalyptic ninja short
story that is slated for publication. No release date yet, but I'm pretty
excited. I'd like to do a novel from the short story.</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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you tell us a little about your current novel? What inspired you to write this
story?</b></span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%;">The story was for an anthology
submission call and wound up being its own novella instead. Ethan has been with
me for a few years and I'd like to write a book about his mechanical adventures
in the future. I've always liked odd couple stories and Ethan and Cecil are
about as different as you can get. They say opposites attract!<b> </b></span><span lang="EN-AU" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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head engineer in the history of his company, Ethan Cole’s first voyage on the
Platinum Bow is his chance to stand out from his father’s shadow. His dream is
dashed by the roguish Cecil Goode, promoted to Ethan’s position just before the
ship sets sail. When the Bow is hijacked by pirates, Ethan and Cecil have to work
together to bring the pirates’ nearly wrecked ship to safety. Will they make it
to port before the ship plummets from the sky? And what will become
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 115%;">Ethan signed the bottom
of the requisition form and gave the list another once-over. Accuracy was the
key to a clean, tight, steam-powered airship. All forms were submitted in
triplicate with neat, easy to read handwriting. Two copies would be on the
captain’s desk within the hour, just as promised.</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Three sharp raps brought him from his work as he
finished the final pen stroke. Ethan set aside his quill, careful not to spill
ink or make a mis-mark on the copied requisition forms, and pulled open the
door.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Captain Quinn, a tall man with a head of thick black
hair, a lantern jaw with a cleft chin and, presently, five-o-clock
shadow, filled the doorway. He wore no coat and tie, his shirt was unfastened
three buttons down and his trousers hung wrinkled. Ethan hoped he covered his
shock at the captain’s attire.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Good evening, Engineer Cole. I hope I find you well.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Indeed. What might I do for you, Captain?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Have you walked through the engine compartment? Is
everything satisfactory for departure?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I found a few pieces in need of attention. I am
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Requisition form?” The captain’s thick fingers pinched
the corner and plucked the crisp page from Ethan’s grasp. “I can’t even read
this.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I will make the submitted forms legible.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Tut, tut, tut.” The captain wagged a stout finger and
leaned in, his cologne mixing with the bourbon on his breath. “You come highly
recommended. I have no worry. Go, find what you need, stop off at the office on
the way back and give them your forms. I can’t exactly allow them to see me
like this and expect to keep my job, now can I?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ethan shook his head and took a step back. The captain
weaved in the doorway and, thankfully, returned from whence he came. Once the
pervasive odor of stale bedsheets and hair oil dissipated, Ethan drew a breath
of relief. If the captain didn’t dry out, Ethan would be certain they wouldn’t
leave port. A captain should keep his wits about him at all times. At any point
a mechanical failure or invading ship could kill an entire crew. Ethan would not
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">Jill opened her eyes and blinked to clear her vision. Pain shot through her temples. She wet her parched lips and glanced around. <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Where am I?</em> Above, a light flickered and illuminated the curved wall of a cave. Terror gripped her and turned her stomach. <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Oh Lord, I’m tied up.</em> Rope secured her hands and feet. She wrestled against her bonds and gasped at the pain in her wrists. The rough rope had shredded her flesh. Panic rose up her throat in a sob. She rolled onto one side and stared into the gloom.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">A small fire surrounded by stones glowed in the darkness and the man from the loch sat cross-legged beside it, his hands resting on his knees. This time he wore soft brown and cream leather clothes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">Jill lifted her head and glared at him. “Where am I and why have you tied me up?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">His large, hooded eyes watched her for a long moment. He rose in one fluid movement and ambled to her side. He cupped her chin in one large hand and examined her face. He mumbled under his breath then knelt beside her and pressed a waterskin to her lips. She shrank away in fear at first, but then common sense took over. If she wanted to survive, she had to stay hydrated. She put her lips to the spout and took a long, greedy swallow. She coughed, choking. Rivulets of cold water spilled down her chin, and into her hair.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">“You do not know, Human?” He lifted her hair and ran a warm finger over one ear.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">Jill jerked her head away from her captor. She took stock of her surroundings and frantically sifted through all the information she had read about hostage situations. She wanted to scream her lungs out. <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">I must try to stay calm; this is the first rule of survival.</em></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">“Well, I know I’m in Scotland, but where, precisely, is <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">here</em>? Why do you call me ‘Human?’ Why am I tied up?” She wiped her mouth on her blood-streaked arm.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">The man sat back on his haunches, his face concealed by the shock of black hair that hung to his shoulders like silk. Disorientated, her head pounded and the many cuts across her arms and face burned. He leaned toward her to check her bonds and the waves of fear dissipated. His warm, musky scent delighted and intoxicated her senses, and she sucked in his fragrance like a pain-killing drug. <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">He is gorgeous. I bet he would make a fortune as a cover model.</em> She shook her head. Had she gone completely mad? The man had kidnapped her and might murder her in the next second.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">“You are tied because you are my prisoner, and I know not of this Scotland that you speak. This is the realm of Lyoness.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">Jill picked at the knots at her wrists. “Then I’m lost. Why do you call me ‘Human?’ We are <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">both</em> humans.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">“I am not human. I am Arious Pride. He snorted as if insulted. He turned away and bent to add more sticks to the small fire. “You have a name, Human?” He pushed the hair from his face with both hands, and lifted his head to stare at her with frightening intensity.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">“Jill Morfranna.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">The man tipped his head back and hissed. His full lips curled to display remarkably white fangs. A knife appeared in one of his hands and he sprung toward her with menace. Jill screamed and rolled away, clawing at the ground in a frantic effort to escape. <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">He has fangs. Oh shit, he’s a vampire. Vampires really exist.</em></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">“Witch! As I thought, Morfran sent you through the Stones to bewitch me and steal my soul. I have found the device you carry. Tell me the truth, and I will let you die swiftly with dignity.” He stood over her, waving a sharp blade from side to side.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">Jill looked into eyes filled with fury. She sucked in a deep breath to steady herself. He would kill her in an instant if she failed to placate him. She fought back tears pricking the backs of her eyes. <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Stay calm and reason with him.</em></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">“A witch? Give me a break. Do you really think they exist? Look, buddy, I don’t know what you’re on, but I don’t have a device to steal souls. No one sent me to bewitch you. Look at me; do you really believe I could do that? I am butt ugly and fat and no man would give me a second glance. This Morfran person would send someone beautiful to bewitch you, not someone like me. You must be able to see that.” She shrugged. “I’ve never met Morfran, but I do know about the Morfran Stones. In fact, I visited them this morning and took some shots, that’s all.” She inched away until her back hit the hard rock wall. “Hey, let’s talk about this before you kill me.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">The man inclined his handsome head and sniffed, his mouth open as if he tasted the air.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">“Mayhap I was mistaken, Human. If you believe, you can trick me you should know that I am not easily fooled. Know this because I will kill you if you allow one lie to cross your lips.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">Jill lifted her chin and met his gaze. “I won’t lie to you, I promise.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">“I can smell your fear, but your underlying scent is indeed strange. Like honeysuckle. It makes my head ache as if it is a demon scent. If you speak the truth, do you claim that you are unable to wield sorcery over me, Human?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">He had calmed, his gaze had turned softer somehow. Jill tried to plaster some semblance of a smile on her lips pleased her calm demeanor had worked to some extent. “I swear I have no special powers, and I’m sorry my perfume offends you. What’s your name?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">He slid down on the floor next to her, and leaned his back against the cave wall. Jill desperately tried to appear calm and unthreatening. With a little luck, she might be able to talk herself out of this. Her attention went to the dagger in his large hands. When he reheated the sharp blade, she sighed with relief.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">“You speak in riddles, Jill of Morfran. If you do speak the truth, it would seem that you came in error through the Gate. The Stones hold great magic. Our wise men say they can send travelers through time, and dimension. The Fae tell stories of lost humans abandoned within the Five Gates, never to return from whence they came.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">He sat in silence as if contemplating how to continue the conversation. The long, uncomfortable moment hung between them until he inclined his dark head.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: cyan;">“My name is Darrius of Knight Watch. My friends call me Dare. Methinks witch or not, I will spare your life, for now. You will make a fine trade for my sister.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Laura
is a veterinarian in a country town near the spectacular Canadian Rocky
Mountains. She's intelligent, beautiful, over-sized, and not interested in a
relationship with any man. When she literally gets knocked off her feet by a
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Brandon
and Tyler have been waiting for their perfect mate since they were teenagers.
Brandon's buried himself in alcohol and women, but Tyler's so lonely it hurts.
When they meet the voluptuous Laura they must pull together to win the heart of
their fated mate, and prove why a Perfect Pair of mountain lion shifters are
exactly what she needs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Oh
God, she was the one. Her taste, oh fuck…her taste!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Fire was burning under Brandon’s
skin and he couldn’t clear his mind of the sweetness of her mouth. Every inch
of his body needed Laura to touch him again. He’d never craved such a thing
before. He wanted to strip off every item of clothing he wore and beg her to
lay her hands on him. How pathetic was that?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“What just happened?” Laura
swayed a little from side to side where she sat on a hay bale, looking as
intoxicated as though they’d fed her a bottle of whiskey.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Brandon shook his head and
growled at his brother. He couldn’t talk, and he wasn’t explaining this to her.
He felt wild. He only held onto his lion by the tips of his claws.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“It’s proof that you are meant to
be ours.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Brandon threw up his hands and
walked to the far end of the stables, shaking his head and grunting. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Fuck,
Tyler! I thought you’d be more eloquent than that.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">He strutted back to the place
where Ty and Laura sat, just in time to see Laura’s shocked expression turn to
one of outrage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“What?” She screeched, the sound
bouncing around the barn.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Brandon glared at his brother and
stepped into the exit so she couldn’t get away. Now that he’d tasted her, he
knew she was the one, and there was no way in hell he was letting her get away.
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">In truth, he’d kissed her hoping
to feel revulsion at her size, to dislike the way she kissed him. Anything to
assure him that he had not found his mate, that he could continue to live the
life of a carefree bachelor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">He’d been wrong.She was his and now
he’d never let her go.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said
it like that…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Tyler really did have to work on
his charm if that was the best he could do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Shouldn’t have said that?
Shouldn’t have said <i>what?</i> What the
hell is going on?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Laura was really screeching now,
and seemed to be hyperventilating as her breath wheezed in and out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Tyler was doing nothing, and
Brandon really didn’t like the noise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">He strode forward and grabbed her
arms, silencing her with his mouth. She moaned and sunk into his embrace,
making his body come alive. Her taste exploded through his senses, the perfect
combination of sweetness and lust. He needed her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Her hands slid under his shirt
and stroked his skin. His lion leapt inside him, then settled to purr.She
pulled away a little to whisper against his lips. “Why do I want you like
this?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Brandon couldn’t speak but he
moved his hands down to her ass and gave it another good squeeze. Fuck, why did
he like that so much?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Brandon? Tyler?” Their mother’s
voice called out to them and Brandon reluctantly stepped away from Laura. It
almost hurt to do so.He hated the loss of warmth when her hands weren’t against
his skin. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Here you boys are.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Their mum stood in the doorway,
her lovely wide smile on full display as she looked between the three of them.
She gestured to them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Laura. Come with me and meet
some of the family.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Laura looked up at him, her green
eyes worried and open.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Brandon nodded once to her and
she seemed to slump. She better not want him to protect her from his mum. That
was never going to happen. To be honest, he wasn’t even sure it was possible. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Laura moved up next to their
mother, her lovely cotton dress clinging to her curves. That ass just called
out to him. <i>Bend me over and fuck me,
please.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">He shook his head and growled in
impatience. When would they be able to claim her?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Rosalie took Laura’s arm and
looked back over her shoulder at them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Come on, boys. I think Laura
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Brandon groaned and shared a
mutual aggravated look with his twin. Their courtship of Laura had just been
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597906436047225919.post-51689856790292743782014-09-27T00:13:00.000+10:002014-09-27T00:13:50.967+10:00RELEASE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Black Knight<br />
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<em style="background-color: black; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Will Sir Alano return in time to save his lover and delectable sex slave, Degare, from a fate worse than death—a wife?</span></em></div>
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<em style="background-color: black; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">England 1075</span></em></div>
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<a href="http://luminositypublishing.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/tbk-hcb-450-675-compressed-400x600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><img border="0" src="http://luminositypublishing.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/tbk-hcb-450-675-compressed-400x600.jpg" height="320" width="213" /></span></span></a><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Sir Degare Aucourte’s heart belongs to the Black Knight, Sir Alano, the formidable warrior who taught him all a man could give to another. Degare becomes a slave to his handsome lover’s erotic punishment and craves no other but after a month of bliss, Alano returns to Spain with his regiment.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Ordered by King William of England to marry an elderly Spanish countess, Degare must find a rouse to avoid the marriage bed. The last thing he desires in his life is a woman—let alone a wife.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">With a heavy heart, Degare turned on his heel and strode from the solar. He marched along the passageway and slipped down the spiral staircase leading to the cloisters. A light breeze brushed against his cheek. A flash of sunlight piercing through the ornate columns brought a memory long buried and his heart twisted with the pain of lost love.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"> Alano</em>.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">That day had dawned like this one, brilliant and fresh. He smiled. The memory of the first time he laid eyes on Alano, filled his mind in absolute clarity. As he strode onto the practice field on that long ago morning, the sun had shined with the exact brilliance. The soft, gentle wind had carried the same sweet scent of honeysuckle from the bushes on the perimeter of the forest.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Knights from across the sea had journeyed to England to train in order to compete in Vespers. King William’s knights upheld the reputation of the Norman king’s prowess in combat, and many knights came to do battle from England and lands far away.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">On that fine morning, he had omitted his armor, favoring the comfort of leggings during training. He had pushed on his helmet and then with sword in hand strolled onto the field with his young squire…and time stood still.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">He remembered vividly gaping in awe at the battle taking place in the middle of the arena. As he gazed from the window across the empty field, his mind conjured the memory in brilliant clarity. A magnificent Spanish knight, naked to the waist, advanced on his opponent. The knight swung a heavy sword and crashed the sharp blade down without mercy upon a faltering challenger. The dark knight stepped and twirled in a deadly dance with muscles bulging in thigh and arm. Degare’s groin had heated with each of the man’s graceful but lethal moves.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">He had bitten his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood at the sight of the knight’s hair, black as a starless night, clinging to the thick sheen of sweat across his muscular, bronze-skinned shoulders. His gaze had drifted to the man’s black leggings molded to a rock-hard ass and long, muscular legs.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">In awe of the handsome knight, he watched transfixed. The delicious man had turned and raised his sword to deliver the deathblow, stopping short of decapitating his opponent. The black knight called for the man to yield, and with the correct reply given had dropped his sword. Then the man had lifted his dark eyes to Degare and winked. Dear God, his face was sinful. A dark angel, with lips so full and lush Degare’s cock had raised in a salute.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">The dark knight’s deep-sienna gaze had traveled down Degare’s body in a blatant appraisal and come to rest on his straining shaft. Heat crept up Degare’s neck and into his cheeks, but he held the handsome man’s sinful gaze. The knight’s full lips turned up at the corners as he regarded him with a long fathomless stare. Degare’s heart had pounded with fear. He did not have the strength or where with all to survive a challenge from such a man. He had turned away in a dismissive gesture and addressed his squire in an attempt to flee the field without causing alarm.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">“I have decided not to train today.” He handed his sword belt and helmet to the boy and avoiding the knight’s stare, headed for the stables.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b>Hi Loretta, tell my readers a little about who you are and what you do :-)</b></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></b><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">My
name is Loretta Laird and I am a romanceaholic! I love to get lost in a book
though seldom get the opportunity being a busy mum to 4 daughters! I moved from
England to Australia in 2009 and love the lifestyle here. I enjoy cooking,
mostly cakes as that’s what I love to eat. My ambition is to buy a cabin by a
lake and sit and write all day, creating worlds and stories that are enjoyed by
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for about eighteen months now and it has been a rollercoaster ride! I love to
write what I like to read which is hot romance in any genre. I have published a
trilogy with Steamereads which is called The Passers and is a fantasy quest
story. Recently, I have been fortunate enough to be published by Luminosity
Publishers. The book is called Captured by a Laird and is a highland romance
with a good dose of passion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I write only when I can fit it in, much
to me own frustration. I would like to write from dawn to dusk but my
commitments keep getting in my way! One day... (she closes her eyes and drifts
off into a lovely dream!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">No, I probably should but I just write,
then read it, rewrite, read etc. I usually write in order but not always. I
have a lovely friend who is a very visual person so she reads my work and
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Passion, strength, humour and fantastic
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been signed write early in my career. I do still have a non-fiction book that I
am finding impossible to get ‘out there’. I just put it to one side and try
every few months, getting on with other things in the mean time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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as the legendary Green Bow Lena strives to protect her home from the greedy
lairds who covert her fertile land. While riding one day, she is abducted from
her mount by Stef, Laird of Harris who believes he had bagged himself the
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lips came down hard and fast. His tongue darted into the moist warmth of her
mouth, claiming her with a dominant fury. Lena pulled herself close to him,
bringing her body alongside his. Her hands snaked around his head bringing him
down to her, fully absorbing him into her embrace. Warning bells sounded in her
head, but it was too late, Lena felt the hard length of Stref’s arousal. There
was one place she longed to feel him, and that place throbbed with anticipation
of his possession. Desperate to convey her need, Lena pressed herself closer to
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This time Lena pulled away from the giant man and raced to the aid of her pet.
She called out soothing words as the creature wailed a lament. At the sound of
his mistress’s voice, Pride calmed and took off again. Lena sighed with relief
as she turned to face the man who she had so wantonly seduced.</span></div>
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His dark eyes had turned from soft grey to flint as he looked at her with
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Link: </span></b><span lang="EN-AU"><a href="http://www.amazon.com.au/Captured-Laird-Loretta-ebook/dp/B00NHYOSFY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1411434913&sr=8-1&keywords=loretta+laird"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">http://www.amazon.com.au/Captured-Laird-Loretta-ebook/dp/B00NHYOSFY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1411434913&sr=8-1&keywords=loretta+laird</span></b></a></span><b><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Welcome, fellow Luminosity Author, <b>Jennifer
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Q .Can you tell my readers a little about yourself? <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jennifer is a bestselling author in various genre (BDSM, contemporary, sci-fi, paranormal, with historical and fantasy in her works in progress) with several different publishers.<br /><br />An Englishwoman through and through, she lives in a beautiful historical city and is game to try most things once. She’s had a tattoo done on her calf, flew down zip wires 100 feet up in the trees, and was photographed nude by a professional photographer. All of which have taken place since she turned 50!<br />Many of her experiences end up in her books… but you will have to read them to find out what!<br /><br /> <br /><br /> </span><div class="MsoNormal">
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writing? What genres do you enjoy writing?<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I like to dip in and out of several
genres. I have written BDSM (and elements of this are in many of my stories!),
contemporary, romantic comedy-type stories, paranormal (werewolf), sci-fi, MM,
MF and ménage. I love writing a funny scene but I also love more intense
scenes. The one genre all my friends thought I would write is historical as I
am an historian. However, I know how much research I would do to ‘get it
right’! However, there is a bit of history in my Work In Progress… read further
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;"><b>HC. </b> A girl after my own heart, I love the freedom of writing cross genre as well :-)</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I refuse to have a daily word count as
that would take the fun out of writing, and as I have a full time day job I
don’t always have the energy. So I tend to write when I am rested and relaxed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Can you tell us about your writing process, for example, do you write an
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story idea. From there I break it down for the outline into likely chapters –
but very broadly, eg, ‘BDSM Scene’. This is because I enjoy the freedom of
seeing what happens to the characters and the plot as I write it – and often
what I had originally envisioned changes as I write. For instance, I didn’t
know the paddle was going to be carved with a rose in ‘Kink After Dinner’ – in
fact, I didn’t know, my characters were going to use a paddle until they picked
it up!!!!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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story so some might be very dominant with little humour but sexy with it. Some
might be push overs with a lot of humour! All of them have to be good looking,
though! It’s a requirement. LOL<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Coffee or tea?<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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Beach or countryside?<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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Do you write about the places you know or prefer to take your readers to exotic
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stories in a specific place (unless it is a sci-fi). So the readers can make up
their own minds if it is in the UK or the US. I have used place names taken
from those my friends live in, but that’s as far as it goes. ‘Kink After
Dinner’ is the first one I have deliberately placed in England (but in an
un-named town). This book is a ‘teaser’ for a longer book which is set in an
English country manor. I had fun studying a map of England looking for a wood
or green area that I could site my manor.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Could be anywhere. My (non-writing)
friends and work colleagues have stopped talking to me because I included
several items they told me about their personal lives! ‘Kink After Dinner’ is
about people who live the ‘swinging’ lifestyle and this came from writing
friends who introduced me to swinging – before them I didn’t know anyone who
did it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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However, I don’t make enough from the writing to pay the mortgage (and feed the
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We have all suffered submission rejections. How do you cope? Do you have any
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have only had two rejections –when I
tried to submit to a particular publisher and they turned me down twice (oh,
and one for an anthology). So each time I re-wrote and submitted it elsewhere
and it’s been accepted. I won’t be submitting to that particular publisher.
Don’t know why they rejected me but it could just be that my style didn’t suit
them. Who knows. Don’t get bogged down. Just move on. My advice to other
writers if they have repeated rejections is to get a friend (preferably another
writer) to read it and give an honest opinion.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My favourite genre to read is sci-fi and
my favourite book of all times is ‘Lord of the Rings’ by J R R Tolkien.
Favourite authors from the world of erotic romance include: Roxie Lee, Tatum
Throne, Susan Laine, Jan Bowles, Mari Carr, Janine Ashbless, Debra Glass…. The
list is endless.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am a one novel at a time person,
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Do you have times when the Muse is away on holiday?<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wish the muse would go on holiday. I
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would say. I work as an administrator in my day time job and am OCD about being
organised so it is nice to balance out that side of my brain by utilising the
other, less rigid, side!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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to avoid it before submitting your story. In fact, read up as much as you can
about the writing techniques before you submit.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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eg, they don’t want an emotional author saying ‘they will die if the publisher
doesn’t accept their story’.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">‘Kink After Dinner’ was fun to write
because it has a heroine who is a similar age to myself so I included things
like throwing off inhibitions later in life and taking up BDSM, how wearing a
basque keeps the expanding stomach in, and how you might worry what the
neighbours think. Is any of this autobiographical? To a certain extent. LOL<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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you tell us a little about your current novel? What inspired you to write this
story?<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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working on is untitled as yet, but as I said earlier, is set in an English
country manor that holds BDSM events. It struck me how many double-entendres
there were that are associated with a manorial estate, eg, there will be a ball
in the ballroom with the emphasis on ‘balls’ (and I am not talking dancing
here!). ‘Paddling’ takes place in the boathouse, the riding crop is used on the
submissives and not the horses in the stables, and so on.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><br />Blurb: Kink After Dinner.<i> 8pm. Usual place. Wear the new purple basque – no knickers. Expect some SERIOUS (!) paddling. No touching until then. Master.</i><br /><br />Beth hurriedly hides the note she has received so her family won’t see it.<br /><br />Her daughter regards her parents as stuck in the mud. If only she knew! When Beth decided to throw off her inhibitions she was able to thoroughly enjoy her middle years, despite the usual body issues, including attending a BDSM event and starting a relationship with a Dom.<br /><br />Putting on her purple bustier and high heels as ordered, and covering up with a coat, she leaves her husband engrossed in his carpentry workshop to walk to a neighbour’s house. This is the home of swinging couple, Alistair and Helen, with whom she’s had several encounters over the past year. And this begins a wonderful evening of kink—bondage, spanking, paddling, handcuffs, and orgasm denial.<br /><br />Then her husband turns up.<br /><br />Reader Advisory: This book contains a heroine throwing off her inhibitions, taking a lover and having fun with BDSM in her middle age.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Excerpt:<br /><br />Beth Sheridan quickly glanced up from the note she was reading. She bit her lip as she looked around the breakfast table, fully expecting her family to be staring at her, as her nipples hardened in response to the suggestion in the note.<br /><br />Both her husband and daughter were at the table with her. Amazingly, no one was looking in her direction, and she breathed shakily in relief. Her daughter was playing some game on her phone and her accountant husband, Tom, was reading his usual Saturday newspaper, half-turned away from her. She glared at the back of his dark head. Here she was planning a secret assignation and he wasn’t taking any interest. Instead, he was engrossed in the financial section of the paper.<br /><br />Her inclination was to stuff it hurriedly back in her pocket, but that might look suspicious. Not that her family would think she was up to anything untoward. No, her son, Simon—now away at university studying media production—and her eighteen year old daughter, Elin, both thought she was a boring, middle-aged woman of fifty-two married to a boring, middle-aged man of the same age whom she had met at school. She had a very comfortable marriage.<br /><br />She sighed and slowly folded the note she’d found on the doormat earlier.<br /><br />“Shopping list, Mum?” Elin looked up from texting, making Beth jump.<br /><br />More like a naughty list.<br /><br />Smiling secretively to herself, Beth placed the decadent evidence in the pocket of her apron.<br /><br />“Hmm. No. An invitation actually.”<br /><br />Oh, yes. An invitation to sin.<br /><br />Tom snorted, startling Beth. “Not another one from the neighbours.”<br /><br />Elin’s chin dropped, her green eyes shining with excitement. “What, the ones who’re swingers?”<br /><br />Beth was horrified her baby knew about such goings-on. “What exactly do you know about those things, young lady?”<br /><br />How has she found out?<br /><br />“Oh God, Mum. Get real.”<br /><br />“Elin, that’s rude.” Tom frowned at his daughter. Her husband had always been strict with the children, a job she found difficult herself.<br /><br />Her daughter rolled her eyes. “Everyone knows the Hardings do wicked stuff like that.”<br /><br />“And what they do is none of your business.” Tom’s voice held a note of stern authority.<br /><br />Elin shrugged. “Whatever.”<br /><br />Beth was still worried about exactly what Elin knew. “Alistair and Helen are very nice people. Anyhow, the invitation isn’t from them.” At least, not directly. She hoped that would divert her daughter’s attention.<br /><br />But Elin just continued. “As if either of you would do anything so cool. You are both stuck-in- the-mud. Never go anywhere. Just work in a boring office or stay home and watch repeats of CSI. You probably can’t remember the last time you had sex.”<br /><br />She gasped. If only her daughter knew. Beth might work as a personal assistant in a bank, but in her private life, things were anything but routine.<br /><br />Her very private life.<br /><br />“Elin!” roared Tom.<br /><br />Before he got a chance to say anything more, Elin noisily flounced out of the room.<br /><br />Her husband swore. He glanced over the top of his glasses at his wife and gave her an intense look. “I’ll certainly be glad when she goes off to university and we can have some peace and quiet.”<br /><br />Beth nodded in reply. Tom loved the kids dearly, as did she, but they were looking forward to having the house to themselves. She could get her toy box out and not have to hide it away—Tom knew about her vibrators.<br /><br />She was so engrossed in her thoughts Beth missed what Tom was asking. “Hello! Are you listening?”<br /><br />“Sorry, darling. What did you say?”<br /><br />“What was the invitation for, anyway?”<br /><br />Beth was hard-pressed not to smile broadly, as she tried to avoid her husband’s probing eyes. “Just a reunion.”<br /><br />Tom raised his eyebrows. “Oh, anyone I know?”<br /><br />She shrugged, pretending nonchalance. “An old friend from school days. Can’t remember if you knew him or not, you were in a different house than me. He’s married these days.”<br /><br />“Are you going to meet him?”<br /><br />As she paused, trying to think of an appropriate response, Tom went back to his paper, shaking it to straighten it out, seemingly uninterested in her answer.<br /><br />Elin came back in the room at that point, and Beth held her tongue. Her daughter hurried to the table, grabbed her phone, and rushed out, furiously texting while totally ignoring her parents.<br /><br />“Where are you off to?” Tom asked his departing teenager, his head still buried in his newspaper.<br /><br />“Staying over at Millie’s,” was the passing shot.<br /><br />Beth shook her head wondering if anyone ever looked at each other anymore. They were almost like a reality television programme showing a normal, middle-class family, married for over two decades, settled, contented, and loving.<br /><br />Almost.<br /><br />Tom did look up then to peer over the top of his glasses in the direction Elin had disappeared as he raised his voice, “How long will you be gone?”<br /><br />Their daughter said something that was almost incoherent before the door slammed.<br /><br />Her husband sighed, and looked at Beth. “Did you get that, my dear?”<br /><br />Beth smiled at the long-suffering tone in his voice. “You’ll be pleased to know she is out until tomorrow evening.”<br /><br />“Good. Peace and quiet at last.”<br /><br />“I imagine you are going to work on that new model airplane I saw arrived in the post yesterday.”<br /><br />“Hmm. Maybe. I also have a couple of other things I need to finish first.” Tom loved tinkering around with wood, quite frequently making things from scratch as well as kits he bought on-line. It wasn’t just model planes. He liked toys of all sorts.<br /><br />Beth stood up to clear the table.<br /><br />“You didn’t answer the question, my dear.”<br /> As she lifted the teapot, Beth froze. Her hand was shaking and she quickly put the pot down again. “I’ve forgotten what it was.” She stuck her hands in the apron so he didn’t see.<br /><br />“Are you going to meet your friends?”<br /><br />She felt herself flush as he looked intently at her with his brown eyes. Her high colour was something that had annoyed her all her life. At least she could put it down to having a hot flush these days. “Possibly. Not sure I’ve got anything to wear.”<br /><br />Tom was clearly getting bored with the conversation as he looked back at his newspaper once more. “I’m sure you’ll find something in your cavernous wardrobe.”<br /><br />Despite her husband being deep in his paper, Beth still responded, her tone slightly sarcastic, “Hmm. I seem to recall a purple outfit. 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<span style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;">During a tour of the Highlands, Kate Mackintosh goes to the aid of a drowning boy and mysteriously slips through time to 1425. A stunningly handsome Highlander, who believes she is a faerie intent on stealing his brother, immediately challenges her and offers himself as the boy’s replacement. Rather than remaining alone on an isolated mountainside, she follows the delicious, Laird Alexander Murray to his Broch Lavern home.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;">Alone in a strange, brutal world, the noble Alex, offers her not only his protection but a love and passion so great, her longing to return home soon fades. However, the fate of the clan rests on Alex marrying Mary Frazer, and his stepmother insists on the match.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;">Kate must leave the love of her life or remain and risk torture or death to fight for her handsome Highland laird.</span></div>
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I signed a contract with Momentum Pan Macmillan for <b>Unlocked</b>, same week signed a six book series with The Rooster & The Pig. The R & P Publishing are taking over my Club Floggers Series and I have been working to extend the first two novellas into much longer and better stories. There are six revised and extended books in the series completed and they will be published three to four weeks apart.<br />
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More new Club Floggers books are coming very soon too.<br />
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BTW Unlocked is an erotic M/M/M/M BDSM.<br />
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I have a few new WIP up my sleeves but as my alter ego has taken possession of my laptop and insists on writing 85K Highlander novels, I had to wait for her to finish. Now I am in charge whatch my fingers fly LOL.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I've been fat for many years ridiculed, told by doctors, and family that I ate too much. Then one doctor did a few simple tests, Hashimoto's means my thyroid gland ate itself, no matter how many diets I went on it wouldn't have mattered. Celiac disease meant I looked bloated and felt like crap....I only discovered that little gem about ten years ago after a stomach biopsy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This self-deprecation spills over into everything. I love to write and have many published books with great publishers but self-doubt has cramped every word of late. Nothing I write is good enough, that self doubt in my ability has slowed my creativity to a standstill. Deciding I needed to write something, anything before I lost the ability to create another story, </span><span style="font-size: large;">I took a giant step, and wrote <i>Unlocked</i>, a very different story and pitched it to one publisher only. Two weeks ago, I received a contract offer from </span><span style="font-size: large;">Momentum </span><span style="font-size: large;">Pan Macmillan Australia. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've looked back over the years to put my life into focus. In fact, I've achieved a lot in my life but deep inside the fat kid is still waiting for the slap in the face. So the moral to this story is to concentrate on the achievements not the rejections be it by people you love or the publishers and agents who reject you. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">KALE STONE dropped his bags on the glossy tiled floor and stared out the thick glass windows of Brisbane Airport into the shimmering Australian heat. The place had changed in the past six years. Lord, he hardly recognized the landscape. Set apart from the Domestic terminal, the new glass-and-chrome International Airport rose from the gray blacktop in a feat of modern architectural brilliance. A young couple bustled by. He smiled. <i>Hell, it’s good to hear the Aussie accent again.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Turning away from the window, Kale recognized Tyler Duram’s lean, muscular frame resting casually against the Arrivals doorway. He drew a deep breath. Tyler reminded him of the beach; his blue shirt hung open to display a yard of golden tanned skin, stretched over an impressive six-pack. Tousled, sun-streaked brown hair tumbled past his collar, and those eyes… deep and dangerous as the ocean.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale lifted his bags and headed toward him. Oh Lord, the sight of Tyler made him hard. He grinned at him. His hunger for Tyler reignited at his friend’s frank sexual appraisal and slow, sultry smile. The emotions he thought long lost awakened and swirled inside him. Kale swallowed hard.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Tyler pushed away from the wall and sauntered toward him. “Welcome home, Mr. Stone. I’m sorry about your dad.” He tucked his thumbs into the loops on his jeans and wet his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale met his gaze with a smile. When Tyler reached for the bags and brushed the knuckles of one suntanned hand against Kale’s thigh, his heart pounded. <i>Settle down</i>.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">He sucked in a deep breath. How could Tyler send his libido into overdrive after such a long time? He forced his words to remain casual. “I’m not upset in the least, and it wasn’t ‘Mr. Stone’ when we were kids, Tyler.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“You weren’t my boss then.” Tyler ran a hand through his hair.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“It’s still <i>Kale</i>, same as always. My father was Mr. Stone.” Kale chuckled. “So, Tyler, do you really work for me? You’ll have to tell me how that happened.” He reached for the suitcases. “Thanks, I can carry my own things.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Well, then, welcome home, <i>Kale</i>. It’s good to see you, man.” Tyler released Kale’s bag and slapped him on the back. “I thought maybe things would be different between us now that you’re a big-shot French vintner.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Everything had changed. Tyler’s body, for one. Kale wanted to push him against the wall and slip straight into his fine ass. He swallowed hard and averted his gaze. One look into those hooded blue eyes and he’d say something stupid.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“I’m older and I know a lot more about wine, but I’m still the same person my old man threw out. I’m still proud to be gay, and I don’t give a damn who knows. Now what about you? How did you come to work for the old man? He obviously didn’t discover your orientation.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Me? No, your dad never found out about me.” Tyler gave him a slow smile. “I came with the ranch. Part of the deal when he purchased my parents’ property. I have no complaints. I’ve always had an interest in winemaking. Hell, I practically grew up at your winery. I went to college, worked my way up to manager, and now I work for you.” He smiled. “Hey, do you remember old Bluey? And the day we filled up his work boots with cement and his hat with horse shit?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale grinned “Sure, and I remember the whipping I got too; better still was the day we filled his hubcaps up with shrimp shells. The poor old bastard was trying to find out where the smell was coming from for weeks.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Yeah, those were the days.” Tyler chuckled and led the way to the exit.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Sure were, the summers went on forever. Two wild, out-of-control kids raising hell. I’m surprised we didn’t end up in prison. We were lucky. Is old Bluey still alive?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Oh, yeah. The old coot is waiting by my rig. He insisted on coming. I guess he thought I might go to the pub or something. He still thinks I’m eighteen.” Tyler laughed.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Do you spend a lot of time in the pub?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Nah, not really. I prefer a nice, intimate meal at a restaurant—and wine. Most of the guys at the pub would tar and feather me if I asked for a glass of chardonnay.” He flicked a long-lashed glance at Kale.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“That would be my kind of perfect too. It looks like we’ve a lot of catching up to do.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Uh-huh.” Tyler winked. “A good place to start is why you left. Hell, I woke up one morning and you were gone. My best friend had fucked off without a word. You didn’t bother to contact me or send an e-mail, in what—six years?” His forehead wrinkled in a frown. “That hurt.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale stopped in midstride and spun to face him. “Left? My father threw me out with nothing but the clothes on my back! I didn’t have your e-mail address or phone number, and with the shock of the old bastard kicking me to the curb, I’m surprised I remembered my own name. I wasn’t allowed to take anything, not a photograph of my mother or even a fucking clean shirt. No phone, nothing, and I lost everyone’s damn contacts. It’s not like you had a Facebook page, is it? I <i>did</i> write to you, though, but it’s hard to keep up a one-sided conversation. If you didn’t receive my letters, I can only assume your parents withheld them. Maybe they discovered the reason my old man chucked me out. I called too, but the number had been disconnected.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“I’m not sure what happened to the mail. My parents moved out a week after you left, so all the mail went to the big house.” Tyler rubbed his chin. “I guess your dad had a hand in destroying your letters. How did you get to France? It’s a bit far to hitchhike.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“I had a small legacy from Mom and went to live with my uncle in France.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“So, tell me why.” Tyler’s eyes narrowed. “Or is it a state secret?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“My dad found out I’m gay.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Yeah, like that was a secret.” Tyler continued toward the exit.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale chewed on his lip, painfully remembering the last argument with his father. There could be no reasoning with him. God, he had only <i>embraced</i> Sam Jones in the crushing shed, and that would not have been enough reason for his father to disown him. Someone must have informed his father about his sexuality, but who? He lifted his shoulder, wincing at the pain still present after six years of physiotherapy. Truthfully, his father’s passing had brought a feeling of relief rather than sorrow.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">The glass doors leading from the airport slid silently open, and a blast of scorching air rammed into Kale. Holy cow, he’d forgotten how high the temperature got in Queensland in January. He dropped his bags by his feet and wrenched off his jacket, then rolled up the sleeves of his long-sleeved white business shirt.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“You might want to lose the tie; it’s forty degrees centigrade. That’s over one hundred degrees Fahrenheit, in case you’ve forgotten.” Tyler chuckled, bending to lift one of the bags.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale ripped off his tie, stuffed it in his pants pocket, and picked up his other bag.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Wonderful.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Following Tyler to the parking lot, he grinned when he saw Bluey leaning against a sparkling black SUV.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Good to see you, Bluey. You haven’t changed a bit.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Well, you sure have filled out. Grown a might too. I wasn’t too sure I’d recognize you. It’s been… what… six years since you left? Are you glad to be back?” The old man’s dark brown face wrinkled into a smile, his pale blue eyes a sharp contrast against his tanned skin.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale threw his bag in the backseat, then turned to the old man.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“To be honest, I would rather stay in Provence. I didn’t intend to return to Australia. This will only be a short visit. We finished pruning the vines before I left, and the manager is quite capable of organizing the frost watch.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“So you never had the chance to mend fences with your dad? Shame that, but I admit he was a cantankerous old bastard. You’ll be glad to know Vine Mountain is doing well, but your expertise will help it along. The Riesling vines have a great crop of fruit, and it looks like we’ll be right on schedule to pick end of March. The place has expanded some since you left. Your father bought the Durum cattle ranch and planted right up to Blackstone Mountain. Those vines should be productive next year. Yeah, and two years after you left, the Tourist Commission put Vine Mountain on the damn winery tour. We have a tasting twice a week. Stone Brothers’ Riesling is one of the top-selling wines in the state.” He climbed into the backseat of the SUV. “No harm done if you want to go back to France. Tyler here is a damn good manager. He runs the place, from harvest to bottle. He’s got a fine palate, knows his stuff, does Tyler.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Tyler rolled his eyes and Kale grinned. “I’m glad to hear the place is in good hands.” He met Tyler’s gaze. “Does Sam Jones still hold the transport contract?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Tyler stiffened and his lips formed a thin line. “I only give him work when we can’t get anyone else—the guy is trouble, Kale, a fucking predator.” He gave Kale a knowing glance. “Or have you got a short memory?” He cleared his throat. “You were lucky to be in France, away from the asshole—and don’t ask me for details. Trust me, you don’t want to know.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale walked around to the passenger side of the rig, climbed in, and dropped into the comfortable black leather seat. Memories of Sam Jones filled his head. He had been young and vulnerable, and Sam had taken advantage of him. He understood that now, but at the time, Sam had taught him the savage delight of man love. The thought that Tyler shared a similar memory unnerved him. He dismissed the thought when Tyler slid in beside him. Hell, his heart raced with the mere closeness of this man. Lord, the scent of him—pine and warm man—made his mouth water. His cock twitched in anticipation the moment Tyler leaned toward him, reaching over his shoulder to gather the seat belt.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Buckle up. It’s a $300 fine. You too, Blue.” He turned his head to grin at the old man in the backseat.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Tyler brushed his long, tanned fingers against Kale’s crotch to fix the seat belt. Looking at his transparent reflection in the windshield, Kale tried to think of something, anything, to slow his erection. He stifled a groan. Peppermint breath brushed his cheek and their eyes met. A memory long-suppressed eased to the surface, sending his libido into overdrive. His want for this man overflowed, and he swallowed hard, pushing desire to the back of his mind. The effort to disguise his interest had not fooled his friend. The knowing look Tyler gave him made his words come out in a rush. “Where are you living now, Tyler?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“I’m living in the big house. Do you mind?” Tyler started the engine, and they moved off into a line of traffic exiting the parking lot.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Heat shimmered off the blacktop, but nothing came close to the heat curling around his balls. Kale swallowed and kept his eyes ahead. He shrugged, hoping to display an air of nonchalance. “No, of course not. I’d really enjoy your company.” <i>More than you’ll ever know</i>.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Good. I prefer to be away from the live-in employees. I believe to keep order I can’t be one of the boys. Did you know your old man built a block of self-contained units, fourteen all together?” Tyler flashed him a too-white grin. “We’ve been busy in your absence.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale racked his brain. He had picked up an Australian newspaper that mentioned the winery’s revamp a year after he’d left. “Ah, yeah, I heard something ages ago. So how many live-in employees do we have? I’m guessing we still have permanent staff and the casual workers for the harvest?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“The casual workers vary, but with the new building and the old bunk house, you have twenty-five men onsite, a secretary—sweet little Joanie Smith—then there’s buxom Betty, the cook, and her four daughters, all as hot as hell.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“You’ll have to watch him with the womenfolk, Kale. It’s like having a stud bull around.” Blue leaned forward and grasped the back of Kale’s headrest. “He can’t keep it in his pants for more than a day. You should hire him out and make some extra cash.” He chuckled deep in his chest.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale grinned and turned in his seat to face the old man. “Is that so? Well, don’t worry, Blue, I’m guessing the old man’s stock whip is still hanging in the study.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Yep, it’s still there.” Blue slapped Tyler on the shoulder. “But I’m guessin’ he runs fast too—has to with all the husbands in the valley after him.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Be careful, Blue. Kale’s got a reputation too.” Tyler glanced at Kale and raised a dark brow before returning his gaze to the road. “I hear you’ve handled a lot of horny men in your time.” He chuckled and turned his head to wink at Kale.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Concentrating on just taking the next breath, Kale shrugged. “No, not a <i>lot</i>… just a select few.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">JET LAG and sheer exhaustion claimed Kale on the journey home. He rested his head against the padded seat and dozed. The dry Queensland countryside flashed past. The changing landscape never failed to amaze him. Lush green trees and pasture in the rainy season turned to crisp brown scrub in days under the summer sun. A familiar scent of fire filtered into the cabin, and he opened one eye to catch a glimpse of a charred forest blackened by a recent bushfire. Nothing had changed; life in Australia had continued without him.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Three hours later, he caught sight of the homestead. The one-hundred-year-old house had received a new coat of white paint and shimmered like a confection of white meringue in the sunshine. A small fenced garden filled with vegetables sat in the shade of a new water tank. The abundance of lettuce and tomatoes was the only splash of color in the dusty earth.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">He opened the door and slid from the seat. A burst of heat cut through his shirt and stopped his next breath. Jesus, he had to get inside before his blood boiled. He moved swiftly toward the house and taking the steps two at a time, reached the front door. He paused beneath the wide awning, a mixture of revulsion and regret churning his gut. He’d left this place and swore he’d never return. Tyler moved to his side, his face creased in a grin. Kale turned to him and raised a brow. “Spill it, what happened with Sam?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“He wanted me to be his boy.” Tyler shrugged. “I guess he missed you.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“And… did he get you?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Color pinked Tyler’s cheeks, but anger flashed in his eyes. “That was a long time ago, and like I said, it’s better you don’t know, and I’d rather keep the details to myself, okay?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“What the fuck did he do to you?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Let it go, Kale. It’s better this way.” Tyler bounded up the stairs and pushed open the front door.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">God, the musky scent of Tyler washed over him, driving him insane. What had happened between Tyler and Sam to cause such a reaction?</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Ah, Barns will be waiting for you. I noticed his car outside.” Tyler waited for him to enter and shut the door. “He’ll want to speak to you about the will. I’ll let Betty know we’re back. She’ll have made something special to eat. She likes to make a fuss.” He strolled toward the kitchen.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Blissfully cool inside the air-conditioned house, Kale glanced around the home. Strange after being away that the house appeared smaller than he remembered. He stared at his father’s office door with trepidation. He didn’t want to deal with this right now. His head ached with exhaustion. He drew a deep breath and walked into his father’s office to greet the family solicitor. The aged, balding lawyer, in an impeccably tailored brown suit, rose from behind his father’s carved mahogany desk and peered at him over the glasses perched on the end of his nose.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale ran a hand through his damp hair and met his gaze. “My apologies, Mr. Barns. I understand you’ve been waiting some time?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Not to worry, plenty here to keep me occupied.” He tapped the papers littering the desk. “I thought it best to get all the legal documents out of the way so you could get yourself settled.” He offered his hand. “Welcome home.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“I appreciate you coming. I’ll need to acclimatize before I venture too far. It was snowing in France when I left, and I’d forgotten how hot it gets here.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale shook his hand, turned, and collapsed into the chair opposite the desk. The smell of cigars and sweat brought back a rush of memories. His father standing over him, fists clenched, his eyes blazing with disgust. His stomach became jittery just thinking about it. How his father had changed after his mother died. He’d become a ruthless bastard in less than a year. Once Kale had loved him, but now it had become too late for forgiveness.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">The papers rustled on the desk, bringing Kale’s attention back to Mr. Barns. He forced his mind to concentrate on Barn’s soft voice.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“It’s all pretty straightforward, Kale, but there is a condition. Vine Mountain goes to you, lock, stock, and barrel with $100,000. The rest of your father’s fortune, amounting to about $27.5 million, will be held in trust until you reach the age of thirty-five, unless you marry. He was very aware of the recent High Court ruling against same-sex marriages, and although I did insist the government’s position could change, he would have none of it. He insisted Australian politicians were too ‘old school tie’ and set in their ways to change the law in the next millennium.” The lawyer rested his glasses on the desk, his face creased in a deep frown. “I did explain the difficulty this would impose on you at the time the will was drawn, but your father refused to budge. He was of the opinion with enough incentive you would change your sexuality. The terms will stand up in court.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Anger straightened Kale’s spine. He dragged in a deep breath, trying to absorb the implications. “But it doesn’t specify I <i>must</i> marry a woman?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“No, the term is not gender specific. There is a loophole. It does not state a requirement for an Australian marriage license either. You must simply produce a certificate of marriage to inherit the estate.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale scrubbed his hands over his face. His father expected him to fail—$100,000 would not pay for the running of Vine Mountain Winery for a month. He sighed. <i>What’s new?</i></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Is that for me, <i>personally</i>? Did he leave anything to run the bloody company?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“That’s it. I used my powers as executor to pay the employees until the end of next quarter and to cover any outstanding debts. You’ll have a few months grace before you need funds. I’m <i>sorry</i>, Kale. He insisted this was for your own good. He couldn’t accept the fact you are gay.” Barns held out his father’s last will and testament.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Taking the offered document, Kale set his gaze on him. “How long will it take to get the transfer of ownership for all of this?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Two weeks.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Running a hand through his hair, Kale glanced at the calendar. January 15.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Well, my only course of action is to sell the winery. I’m not planning on marrying in the next three months.” He chewed on his bottom lip. “How long will it take for a sale to go through?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“If all the funds are available, usually the transfers and other paraphernalia take about six weeks.” Barns raised a brow. “But you have to get someone to buy it, and the market is down at the moment. It won’t be easy.” He let out a long sigh. “What about the people who work here and have made it their home? Some of them have been employed here for twenty years or more, or does loyalty mean nothing to you?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale pressed his lips together. Disbelief rode heavy on his shoulders. His father’s homophobia would destroy a very lucrative business that had been in the family for generations. As if he’d marry anyone under false pretenses to suit his father. He leaned back in his chair and sucked in a deep breath. Selling was the only option. He rested his elbows on the arms of the wooden chair, steepled his fingers, and turned his attention back to Barns. “I might be able to get someone to take on the crew if the price is right. If not, I’ll contact the other wineries in the state and try to get them employment, but you’ll have to guarantee the two weeks’ severance pay.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“I’m sure that’s within my duty of care. Nevertheless, Kale, this is a multimillion-dollar business. If you could hang on for one year, last year’s vintage will be ready for sale, and if you need cash, there’s plenty of vintage stock in the cellar.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Yes, but if I liquidate that, I’ll lose the hook to sell the winery. It will look like the business is going bad. I need a quick sale so I can return to France. I like my work there, and a third share in a small business suits me fine. I’ll manage. I have for the past six years without my father’s help.” He grimaced. “I’ll get the money when I turn thirty-five. It will be something to look forward to.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Very well. Do you want me to handle the sale?” Barns collected the paperwork and pushed it into a folder. He peered over the top of his glasses with an expression of weariness.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Exhaustion seeped into Kale’s muscles, and the grit from travelling scratched his eyes. He wanted to find a bed and sleep for a week. He forced his lips into a smile. “Yes, thank you. I will consider all offers.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">KALE STAGGERED up the stairs to his old bedroom, only to find it completely stripped of all his personal belongings. Nothing remained of his childhood; the furniture, the gifts his mother gave him on his birthday before she died, all of them were missing. Everything had changed and recently too. The room had a sterile, newly painted odor. A new king-size bed sat against one wall, mirrored wardrobes had replaced the old cupboard once crammed with memories. His father had tried to wipe out his existence.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">He threw off his clothes, too weary to care, and flopped down on the bed. Sometime later, he awoke in darkness, coated in sweat. He reached for the bedside lamp and rubbed his eyes. The alarm clock gave the time of 5:00 a.m. He wiped sweaty palms down his thighs. “Jesus fucking Christ, what idiot turned off the bloody air-conditioning?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">He pushed to his feet and stamped across the room. He flicked the switch on the wall thermostat, turning the temperature to the lowest setting. The machine hummed into action and sent a wave of hot air into his face. “Fuck! Get a move on and cool down this place.” He pushed sweat-soaked hair from his face and headed into the bathroom to take a long cold shower. <i>I hope we have water</i>.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">A short while later, he moved out into the dark hallway and made his way downstairs. The wonderful aroma of breakfast wafted up from below. His stomach growled in appreciation. It had been a long time since he had eaten the meager meal offered on the plane. A glow shone under the kitchen door, making a triangle of light in the hallway. He could hear voices coming from inside. He strolled down the corridor and pushed open the door. A middle-aged woman stood at the stove in deep conversation with Tyler. His friend sat at the table, drinking from a mug, a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him. He raised his blue gaze, and his full lips quirked up in a smile.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Hey, boss, must say I’m surprised to see you up this early.” He grinned. “Has your jet stopped lagging?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Very funny. Shame you don’t dress as sharp as your wit.” Kale flopped down in the chair next to Tyler and yawned. “What day is it? I’m starving and I feel like I’ve just walked across the Simpson Desert.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“You’ve been asleep for about fourteen hours. This is Betty, by the way. Betty, meet our boss, Kale Stone.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale raised his head and smiled at the tidy, round woman. “Nice to meet you, Betty. Can you make me some of what he’s got?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“No worries, Mr. Kale.” She filled a cup with coffee and pushed it toward him, then turned back to the stove.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Sleep well?” Tyler ran his hand slowly up Kale’s thigh.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><i>What the fuck?</i> His impression of Tyler’s sexual orientation slipped a few notches. Hope rose in his chest, hungry with expectation. He sucked in a deep breath and willed his cock not to react to his friend’s inquisitive touch. Too late. <i>I’m going to be hard all day</i>. Kale met his gaze and searched his shattered mind for a few coherent words. “I slept like the dead. How about you? Do you usually get up this early?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Oh, you can get me up any time of the night.” Tyler squeezed Kale’s leg. His touch became bolder by the second, moving up his thigh to rest on his groin. “Do you still ride?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale choked on his coffee and met Tyler’s amused gaze. “Sorry?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“I have a couple of horses, and I like to go for a ride before work. Thought you might like to come—of course, <i>after</i> you’ve recovered from jet lag. There’s been a heap of improvements since you left. We can ride up to the new plantings. I’ll show you around.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale accepted a plate of hot food from Betty and then turned his gaze to Tyler. “Sounds good, but I have a pile of paperwork to go over, so give me a couple of days.” He sipped his coffee. “Tell me, are you still doing the rodeo circuit?”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Nah, no time, but I do enter the local events. I won a thousand bucks last year, bull riding.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kale raised a brow. “Bull riding? Hell, that’s dangerous.”</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">“Depends on the bull.” Tyler grinned wolfishly.</span></span></div>
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