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Cranberry Blood </div>
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(Book 1 in The Blood Series)<br />
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by Elizabeth Morgan<br />
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Cranberry Blood is the first book in The Blood Series and the sequel to last year’s release, She-Wolf (The Blood Series Prequel.) <br />
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Now, for those of you who are new to the series, it doesn’t matter if you have read She-Wolf, you can read Cranberry Blood first. Yeah, I mean it, the events in She-Wolf are linked to Cranberry Blood, but book one isn’t dependent on its prequel. <br />
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The order in which you read these two books is completely your choice, either way, welcome to the world of The Blood Series.<br />
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Blurb:<br />
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Killing Vampires? Easy. Tracking someone? Simple. Helping, and protecting a Vampire slayer... Bloody hard work!<br />
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Thirteen years ago, Brendan Daniels made a deal with a psychic. In exchange for information on the whereabouts of a Rogue Werewolf, he promised to help and protect Sofia's granddaughter. Unfortunately, he had no idea what he was getting himself, or his Pack, into.<br />
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Nothing about Heather is simple, from her weird dietary needs to her life’s mission. The girl can handle herself, but the promise to protect her soon becomes a need, and one that he can't fully understand.<br />
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Vampire Slayer. Born Infected. Blood addict... but not by choice.<br />
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Heather Ryan is the most recent slayer in a long family line. Like all before her, she has spent her life searching for her ancestor, Marko Pavel, the Vampire her family has sworn to kill. If that isn't complicated enough, Heather is also a born "Infected", and to keep her from becoming insane or giving in to her darker side, she is on a very strict diet.<br />
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Grandmother Sofia has passed, so now it is up to Heather to take the family legacy into her own hands, all alone: or at least, it would have been, if her Grandmother hadn't sent a Werewolf to help her. <br />
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What is the irritating Brendan supposed to help Heather with? Sofia never told either one of them. But it doesn't take long for Heather and Brendan to find out that the Vampires have big plans, and that the fiends have waited a long time for them both.<br />
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Buy Link: https://www.nobleromance.com/<br />
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Excerpt:<br />
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(Taken from Chapter One)<br />
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The sudden sound of rustling paper snapped me from my thoughts. I tensed, the awareness crackling sharply beneath the surface of my skin.<br />
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Someone is in my house.<br />
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I walked through the open living room door. A new scent invaded my nostrils. Tangy, manufactured, smelled like expensive cologne. An unfamiliar, black, travel bag sat tucked away between the red leather sofa and TV stand. The papers rustled again. I stepped lightly toward the archway that lead into the dining room, my sword still gripped comfortably in my right hand.<br />
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"Your breakfast is getting cold, Heather. I suggest you stop trying to sneak in here and just come in so that we can get this over and done with," said the deep male voice in my kitchen.<br />
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What the hell is going on? Who is he? Why is he in my house? How does he know my name? And why the hell has he cooked me breakfast?<br />
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I took a deep breath, then exhaled. I slowly walked through the archway into the empty dining room and turned my head to the left to see a strange man seated at my kitchen breakfast bar. He sat casually, in jeans and a forest green T-shirt that clung to his broad, sculptured back and defined biceps. The sun flooded into the kitchen through the side window and glinted off his copper-blond hair, which brushed his shoulders. <br />
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"Are you going to come in to the room or stand there drooling all day?" He turned a page of his newspaper.<br />
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I inhaled again; nothing new amongst the scent of dog, pine, bacon, and coffee, which meant he wasn't a Vampire. I knew because leeches smelled like mouldy, wet earth; not an overpowering smell, but hidden underneath the products they wore. A huge part of me felt relieved he wasn't a Vamp. A Vampire couldn’t get in here, anyway. They could only come in with a personal invite, and since they all wanted me dead . . . . No matter what state I'd been in last night, I wouldn't have invited one in. So, who the hell is this guy?<br />
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I walked toward him, my sword glinting in the sunlight as I gripped the hilt firmly in both hands.<br />
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"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my house?" I stopped three feet behind him.<br />
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"I'm not going to hurt you."<br />
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"Wrong answer." I pressed the tip of my sword into the firm space between his shoulder blades. "I said who the hell are you and what—"<br />
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"Killing me isn't going to help." He turned another page of his paper.<br />
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"I disagree. I think killing the stranger who broke into my house is a very good idea."<br />
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"I did not break in," he replied calmly. "My name is Brendan and I'm actually here to help you."<br />
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I snorted. "Like I believe that."<br />
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"It's the truth. Besides, if I really wanted to hurt you, I would have. I also wouldn't have left your weapons with you."<br />
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"Well, you're obviously an eejit."<br />
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He laughed. "You have serious trust issues."<br />
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"Trust issues? Says the complete stranger who broke into my house and—"<br />
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"I used your house keys. They were in your jacket pocket," he said. "And yes, trust issues, says the stranger. The stranger who promises he isn't here to hurt you."<br />
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"Just because you say you're not here to hurt me doesn't mean it's the truth."<br />
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"True. But why go to the trouble of killing you when I could have left you lying in the car park the other night and let the seven greedy leeches looking for you find you and bleed you dry."<br />
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Giveaway Information:<br />
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Elizabeth is giving away one copy of Cranberry Blood (Book 1 in The Blood Series) to one lucky commenter. Yes, all you have to do is leave her a comment – with your email address - and you can be in with a chance of winning.<br />
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Competition ends on July 14th at midnight – 6pm est time. Winner will be chosen with the help of Random.org and emailed by Elizabeth.<br />
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Bio:<br />
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Elizabeth started life wanting to be an actress because she loved entertaining people. She enjoyed nothing more than being able to make people laugh and to help distract them from reality for a few hours.<br />
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She studied Musical Theatre in college, but during her second year, her mind started to overflow with story ideas, so she began writing plays. Slowly, over the following three years, she was writing more and more, channeling every ounce of her imagination into the written word.<br />
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Now here she is, years later, hiding away like a hermit in her little cottage in Cheshire, England, writing like crazy and loving every minute of it.<br />
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Elizabeth Online:<br />
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Blog: <a href="http://www.xxxxmyworldxxxx.blogspot.com/">http://www.xxxxmyworldxxxx.blogspot.com/</a> <br />
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Joint Blog: <a href="http://www.notjustastiffupperlip.blogspot.co.uk/">http://www.notjustastiffupperlip.blogspot.co.uk/</a> <br />
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Facebook: Elizabeth Morgan<br />
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The Blood Series Facebook Page: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/TheBloodSeries">www.facebook.com/TheBloodSeries</a> <br />
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Twitter: @EMorgan2010<br />
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Goodreads: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/ElizabethMorgan">http://www.goodreads.com/ElizabethMorgan</a> <br />
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Amazon Page: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Elizabeth-Morgan/e/B006WR1WLQ/ref=sr_tc_2_rm?qid=1339876094&sr=1-2-ent">http://www.amazon.com/Elizabeth-Morgan/e/B006WR1WLQ/ref=sr_tc_2_rm?qid=1339876094&sr=1-2-ent</a> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Pete and Samantha's Guide To Seasonal Sex - your one stop shop for everything you want to know about seasonal adult activities. As well as spring themed erotic stories, and seasonal adult articles!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is THE guide you need to read, whether you are a girl, a boy, or both! Written by the world renowned erotic writer Peter Birch, Samantha J Hall, with editing by erotic author Nicky Raven, this new quarterly seasonal adult guide is sure to enlighten, amaze and entertain you through the fresh spring months.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Formatted and digitally published globally by erotica book imprint House Of Erotica.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Giving It Up For Lent</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>A Beginner’s Guide To Tease And Denial.</strong> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lent is upon us and having used up the last reserves of fats and meats on Shrove Tuesday, good Christians are fasting and turning their backs on luxuries in the name of penitence. Self-denial during lent seems to have transcended the Christian faith and become a cultural period of moderation, inspiring people to give up vices which may be bad for them in excess, such as chocolate or alcohol. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The voluntary denial of pleasure seems to be ingrained in human behaviour, people stick to bizarrely restrictive diets when trying to lose weight, when merely cutting down on calories and going for a jog in the morning would achieve more or less that same result. It is as if we feel the self-imposed, often fairly torturous (remember the cabbage soup diet anyone?) limitations will somehow make up for having over indulged in the first place and magically alter the laws of biology so that the excess weight will be cancelled out by the misery. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Perhaps in some cases people get a kick out of self-denial too, enjoying the victory of willpower over temptation, having the chance to feel good about themselves having given up sweeties for 40 days, and maybe a little justified when they pig out on Easter eggs as soon as lent is over. Delayed satisfaction can be a pleasure in itself, the first glass of wine after 40 days abstinence is always going to hold a higher value and therefore be perceived as more pleasurable than the glass of wine had with dinner every day for the rest of the year. People like to feel they have earned something, be it the Friday evening pint after a hard working week or the huge Sunday roast after a period of dieting, the pleasure is always going to be greater for the perception of it being a ‘reward’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It comes as no surprise then that people have managed to erotize denial. At first it seems like a bizarre concept, to gain sexual pleasure from the denial or restriction of sexual pleasure. It looks like an entirely counterproductive exercise, however it is a surprisingly common fetish, enjoyed by women and men of all persuasions. Denial is such a popular sexual theme in fact that there is a whole range of toys and devices designed to help people keep their partner from touching where they have been told not to, many selling for upwards of £100. There are multiple websites devoted entirely to the discussion of sexual denial and ‘key-holding’- where someone keeps the key to another person’s locked chastity device to prevent them taking it off without permission and this ‘service’ is popular with clients of professional dominatrices as well as between lovers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Erotic sexual control takes place in many ways. Some people like to play with ‘tease and denial’ or ‘tie and tease’ in which one partner is deliberately turned on, touched, stroked and tormented, sometimes while restrained, but denied the ultimate release until the ‘dominant’ partner decides orgasm has been delayed long enough. This is perhaps the easiest aspect of denial to understand, there is pleasure to be had in the torment, a bit like extended foreplay. The ‘Dominant’ partner pays a lot of attention to the ‘submissive’ partner, spending a lot of time arousing them, turning them on. If this foreplay goes on a little longer than is comfortable it just adds to the pleasure when it comes. Being kept on the edge of orgasm for a period of time can intensify the sensation of orgasm when it does happen. The waiting, and perhaps begging and pleading can make the coveted release that much sweeter.</span><br />
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<em><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">It's always a pleasure to introduce my fans to a hot new read. I'll be reviewing "Pete and Samantha's Guide to Seasonal Sex" this month on my blog. I've just received my advance copy today, and can't wait to read it! Sometimes, doing research is the best part of my job. I'm not one for delayed gratification, so I'll be starting straight away and passing along my review as soon as I finish up. Until we meet again, stay naughty- it's so much more fun than being nice!</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">How ‘Alice in Wonderland’ inspired the book...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On this week’s part of my two week blog tour to promote my new book, ‘Alice in Fetishland’ I’m talking about how the classic ‘Alice in Wonderland‘ and ‘Alice Through the Looking Glass’ books inspired my own bdsm/fetish re-imagining of them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The ‘Alice’ books provide great material for a bdsm re-working. For starters, they are one of those rare works where the characters are so well known and recognised that your readers will understand the references. They have become ingrained in our collective consciousness, not just through Lewis Caroll’s original stories and Sir John Tenniel’s iconic illustrations but also through numerous film and television re-interpretations. Who hasn’t heard of Alice, the White Rabbit or the Red Queen?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Although conceived as children’s books they have a dark underbelly to them, which many artists and illustrators have drawn out, and this lends itself to the creation of an alternative bdsm/fetish world. Many of the characters have a nightmarish quality about them and this was an atmosphere I wanted to capture in my book.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In my version Alice becomes the main character, Kim. The Red Queen is, well, the Red Queen, but a version of her you would not have seen before. She is a red and black PVC clad dominatrix who rules over Nemesisland, a fetish fantasy world of her own creation appearing throughout the book in numerous guises and costumes. The developing relationship between Kim and The Red Queen and her journey into submission forms the heart of the narrative of the story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Red Queen also has The Duchess, her transvestite lady-in-waiting and companion. The Cheshire Cat becomes the black cat, who acts as a guide to Kim through the strange world she finds herself in and also relates the back-story that explains why she has been selected and brought to serve The Red Queen. The White Rabbit, the Hatter, Tweedledum and Tweedledee, the Caterpillar, the Walrus and the Carpenter and the Lion and the Unicorn all make an appearance in the book.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Like Alice, in this version of the tale, Kim also has a lot of adventures but of a bdsm and fetish kind. The book contains scenes of bondage, cock and ball torture, nipple torture, corporal punishment, electrical play, wax play, medical play, breath play, strap-on play and cling film mummification, so there are some quite descriptive BDSM scenes in there. Kim becomes a willing and enthusiastic partner as the Red Queen torments her into submission. But Kim is somebody special to the Red Queen and there is a much deeper purpose behind her being brought to serve her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In this bdsm re-invention of the Alice stories Kim’s life takes an unexpected twist when she is taken from the massage parlour she works in to a fetish fantasy world ruled over by the Red Queen, a powerful dominatrix. There, an intense psychological drama is played out between the two women as Kim enters a journey into submission. The Red Queen assumes different characters who torment Kim in a series of trials ranging from the funny and strange to the sadistic and erotic. Kim is lured deeper into this world by hints the Red Queen knows something about her past. Why has she been chosen to serve this powerful female? Why is the Red Queen so interested in her? When Kim finally finds out the truth, it is shocking and bizarre.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Xcite Books: http://www.xcitebooks.co.uk/Book/7029/Adventures-in-Fetishland.html</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B007MPYV3I/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=lucyfelthouse-21&linkCode=as2&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B007MPYV3I </span><br />
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“She looks tasty,” announced the walrus. <br />
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“Yes, very tasty,” echoed the carpenter.<br />
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“Do you think she’ll come and play with us?”<br />
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“It doesn’t look as though she has any choice walrus. She has been offered up for us,” replied the carpenter, who started massaging Kim’s tits through the crisp cotton pinafore dress. <br />
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“I think we should have some fun,” said the carpenter as his fingers disappeared under the dress to explore Kim’s cunt.<br />
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“Oh, definitely yes.”<br />
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The walrus’s fat fingers were running down Kim’s mound seeking out her hole as the carpenter unbuttoned the top of the dress to expose her lovely breasts for more attention and started to rub and knead her nipples. Kim began to purr with the attention. She couldn’t help it, it was an instinctive reaction. She might have felt violated but she didn’t. She had too much experience for that and besides, she had so let herself go into the spirit of Nemesisland that nothing really shocked her any more. She gasped. The walrus had found her sex and slipped a finger inside it and was massaging the inside of her cunt with a twisting motion. Shit, thought Kim, that feels good. Her cunt was sopping wet. It just responded instantly to stimulation in that way. Kim put it down to the years working in the massage parlour where she had to be in a constant state of readiness. Kim groaned. Another finger had been thrust into her cunt and the carpenter was tweaking her tender nipples between thumb and finger. The walrus pulled out his fingers and held them to his nose.<br />
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“She smells of oysters,” he announced.<br />
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“Oh, that’s our favourite,” said the carpenter.<br />
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Oysters, thought Kim, what a cheek!<br />
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“Here, have a taste of her,” said the walrus stretching his hand out to the carpenter.<br />
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He hungrily sucked Kim’s cunt juices off the walrus’s fingers. <br />
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“Very tasty. I’ve always said, you can’t beat the smell and taste of oysters. Are you going to eat her up?”<br />
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“Oh yeah,” said the walrus.<br />
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“Well don’t eat her all up. Save some of her juices for me. I know how greedy you are.”<br />
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Slave Nano writes stories drawing on the themes of female supremacy, goddess worship, bondage, domination and submission, sado-masochism and fetish, frequently in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings. <br />
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His work usually has dominant female characters and submissive males. His stories explore the tensions between dominant and submissive and the boundaries between pain and pleasure, physical and mental bondage and retribution and reward. <br />
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Slave Nano lives in Yorkshire in the United Kingdom. He works full time and juggles his writing with this. His work has been published by Xcite Books and House of Erotica. <br />
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Find out more about Slave Nano at www.slavenano.co.uk<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443837286244984436.post-71748781673847596082012-04-01T10:44:00.000-06:002012-04-01T10:44:10.454-06:00Congratulations! Blisse Kiss with Heart Winners Announced<span style="font-size: large;">Congratulations to all the readers who commented on my Blisse Kiss with Heart post. Each lucky winner will receive a copy of my e-book, Her Captive Muse. Enjoy this steamy read! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'll also be forwarding everyone a copy of my original short story, "Cherry-Boy," the tantalizing tale of a young man's first time. Sweet and sexy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A big thank you to Victoria Blisse for the opportunity to participate in Blisse Kiss with Heart. I'm happy to join in the fun- it's sure to be a good time when Miss Blisse is involved!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Winners, watch your inboxes. I'll be emailing you with prize details today!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Indigo Skye</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443837286244984436.post-41634500893091542532012-03-27T12:39:00.001-06:002012-03-27T12:44:35.618-06:00Blisse Kiss With Heart Giveaway<span style="font-size: large;">I'm returning to the blogosphere with a fabulous giveaway for my readers. This week, I'm participating in <a href="http://blissekiss.co.uk/">Blisse Kiss With Heart</a>, the brainchild of Victoria Blisse. She's asking authors to post up kissing scenes from their hottest fiction and offer prizes for readers. Here's the kicker- each excerpt you read during <a href="http://blissekiss.co.uk/">Blisse Kiss With Heart</a> is taken from a book which donates some of the proceeds to charity. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My story, "True Confession," was included in Lucy Felthouse's short erotica collection, <em>Uniform Behaviour. </em>This project donates a portion of all sales to the UK charity, <a href="http://www.helpforheroes.org.uk/">Help For Heroes</a>. I'm proud to participate in this worthy event- and I'm in great company. Check Victoria's site </span><a href="http://blissekiss.co.uk/"><span style="font-size: large;">here</span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> for more fantastic fiction from today's hottest authors, and win some great prizes!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'll be giving away copies of my first novel<em>, Her Captive Muse</em>, to anyone who comments on my posted excerpt. Don't forget to include your email address so I can get in touch with the lucky winners! I'll also be giving three lucky winners a copy of my short story, Cherry-Boy. To enter, just comment on this post! I will distribute prizes on March 31st, so watch my blog for details.</span><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Excerpt from "True Confession"</span></em></strong><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">I hear the sound of Father Matthew's footsteps, hurrying up the stairs behind me. He grabs my arm too tight. "You're putting me in an impossible position," he says fiercely. </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">"Impossible positions? If you wanna talk dirty, let's go back to my place," I tease, making him laugh. </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">"That's what I do best," I grin. He tries to resist; I up the ante. Tempting him further, I press against him, giving him a teasing little kiss. I lean close, arching against him in the narrow stairwell. He moans when I slip my tongue into his mouth. I feel the hard length of his cock through the fabric of my trench-coat, pressing urgently against me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">I unbutton my coat slowly. "I have a surprise for you," I grin, revealing a sexy little Catholic school-girl uniform- a white blouse and my rosary; my St. Columba's sweater and a plaid skirt; come-fuck-me heels. </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">"I'm a bad girl," I purr, dropping my coat to the floor. "I need a spanking. Punish me..."</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">"Why?" he asks. "You look like a good girl to me."</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">"I'm a sinner... and I have a confession to make." I drop my little black sweater at his feet. He cups my left breast, moaning.</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">"Tell me more..." he says, with a naughty grin.</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">"I have sexy dreams about you. I touch myself and pretend that you're watching me. I think about fucking you all the time," I whisper, unzipping his fly.</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">"You should pray for forgiveness," he whispers.</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">"You might be right about that." Smiling wickedly, I lead Matthew to the top of the stairs and kneel before him. "Bless us O Lord, and these, thy gifts, which we are about to receive…and receive again…" I murmur, worshipping his cock with my tongue.</span><br />
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</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;">Today, I'm thrilled to host author </span><a href="http://www.elizabethkyne.co.uk/"><span style="font-size: large;">Elizabeth Kyne</span></a><span style="font-size: large;">. This dynamic writer<span lang="EN-GB"> trained to be a radio journalist and spent her early working years reading news bulletins and writing for magazines. Later, after learning the meaning of “mortgage” and “gas bill”, she decided to do the sensible thing and drop the freelance lifestyle to get a proper job. The job, however, all went horribly wrong and she returned to her first love of writing, and worked on several novels before finding success with <em>If Wishes Were Husbands.</em></span></span></div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: large;">Congratulations on your success, </span><a href="http://www.elizabethkyne.co.uk/"><span style="font-size: large;">Elizabeth</span></a><span style="font-size: large;">. Wishing you all the best on your blog tour! We at Indigo Skye: Ink and Art salute you for having the courage to truly pursue your dreams. (What could be more romantic than that?) Cheers to you!</span></span></div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: large;">The fabulous </span><a href="http://www.elizabethkyne.co.uk/"><span style="font-size: large;">Ms. Kyne</span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> is here today to dish the dirt about why she took the ultimate risk and ditched her day job in pursuit of her dreams. She's written a piece for Indigo Skye: Ink and Art that I think my readers will enjoy. It certainly inspired me! </span></span></div><div align="left"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here’s a piece of advice editors give to writers when they sell their first novel: “don’t give up the day job”. It’s an entirely sensible piece of advice, one that is repeated often, which has many plaudits, and with which I agree wholeheartedly. Even though I didn’t actually follow the advice myself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For most people, jobs are good things. They bring us income, a purpose, certainty, colleagues, something to get up for in the morning, a routine, and doubtless many more advantageous attributes. (They can also bring infuriating bosses, refused leave requests, impossible deadlines, long and frustrating commutes… and all the rest of it: but let’s stick to the good things for now). For some, especially in these tough economic times, a job is not something to “have”, like one might have a packet of biscuits, but something to strive for. A friend of mine, last year, finally got a job after two years of unemployment, and I am so thrilled for him, it’s great news and something which I have great admiration for.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have a job. Well, sort of. I had a job, really. It was a full time thing with all the stuff that I mentioned above. In theory, it should have been great. I planned for it to be great. I loved how it allowed me to pay the mortgage every month, book a holiday and actually take it, strive for career progression and all the rest of it. But at the same time, it was all rather “normal”. I’ve never really done normal. I’m the sort of person who had three earrings put in one ear and dyed my hair red purely because I wanted to show that I was different. (Rather annoyingly, everyone seems to be dying their hair red these days, so I’m seriously thinking about going back to brown). I was a grown up, I told myself, and a job is one of the things that a grown up should have.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There was one teensy, weensy thing that I could never quite come to terms with. Having a job, it seemed, took away a certain amount of control over my own life. This was rather awkward. I mean, back when I was a freelance writer for magazines, I would decide what I wanted to write about, ring the editor and, if they agreed, I produced an article about that subject. I admit, there were things that were out of my control, like layout of the article or editing of my work and – in one unfortunate case – the publisher deciding to close the magazine, but in general I was the boss of me. I quite liked being the boss of me. I was reasonably demanding, but I was also quite forgiving and I liked that about myself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For a while, my regular job was sort of like that. Until one major project which I worked damned hard over. I rather over-worked myself, if truth be known, but I understood there was a budget and resource issues and I really wanted to get it done, so I bloomin’ well did it. Then, at the end of it, the bosses decided that they didn’t want me to do it anymore, snapped their fingers and threw me back to the pit from which I’d crawled. I still had a “job”, they still paid me, but all that effort was for nothing. I was, to say the least, a bit miffed. I mean, I’m quite prepared to try and fail, but when I’m doing it on someone else’s terms – and they change those terms on a whim – it’s rather demoralising.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As I continued to work that job, I longed for days of yore back when I was my own boss. And, let’s be truthful, when I was back writing. Putting everything into a job is fine, but if your job does not appreciate it, you start to reconsider. I started to reconsider. What was I doing there if I wasn’t getting anything out of it anymore? It was a good question.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There was one thing I was getting out of it, of course: a salary. This is, I have to admit, quite a useful thing to have. If a job has nothing else going for it, then a salary will go a pretty long way to creating a silver lining. A sensible person, of course, would simply go and get another job. This happens all the time with normal people, I’m told. They spend some time at one job and, when it ceases to inspire them to get up in the morning, they look around for another job. But, as stated above, I am neither normal nor sensible.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, I jacked it in. Well, sort of. I half jacked it in. In actual fact, I went part time; initially one day per week and, eventually, two days per week. It kept a little bit of money coming in while I pursued my new career as a novelist.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But I did it. Because I couldn’t stand working in a job where I wasn’t appreciated anymore, and would always be wondering “what if…?”.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The point is, no one should give up the day job to become a writer because it is such a precarious profession. You may hit the big time like JK Rowling or you may never get published. You may sell one book, but there’s no guarantee you will sell the second or third, and even then the advance may not be enough to pay the bills.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But, for me, all the sensible advice in the world wasn’t going to stop me. If I had been able to write a novel while I was still working at that job, I would have done. I have great admiration for writers who do this, and some of them do it while bringing up a young family at the same time (when do they sleep?). I am not that sort of person. I am absorbed by one thing or another. If I gave my all to my writing, I would not be giving value for money at my job, and vice versa. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, I had an opportunity to change my life and I decided to go for it – despite the fact that it was a mad idea. I mean, seriously, don’t try this at home kids. There’s a lot at risk and I can’t say that I’m making anything near the salary I once had, but inside I was a writer and I needed to express that. I needed to give myself a proper chance because otherwise I would always end up hating myself for not doing so. People who are successful are the risk takers. That’s what people who go into business do, they take a risk on a product. I decided to take a risk on my writing. I’m not at the stage yet where I can say that I’ve fully made it, but I don’t regret doing what I did and, if I had that time all over again, I would still go against all the sensible advice and give up my day job.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel re-invents herself when she moves back to her home town of Aylesbury; with a new job, a new house and a new haircut. But people’s eyes glaze over when she tells them about her life as a forty-something singleton who works in accounts. So why not spice things up a bit? Why not tell her new hairdresser and her new friends about her fantastic husband? Everyone wants to hear about Darren, the man who cooks her amazing meals, cleans the house and takes her to bed for orgasmic sex three times a night! What a shame he doesn't exist…</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">…Until she comes home one night and finds Darren sitting in her lounge. And everything she said becomes true: from his sensuous food to his skill in bed. So real, that she believes it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She can’t find anything because every time she puts something down, he tidies it away. Then there’s the shock of the credit card bill from buying all that gourmet food. Not to mention the sex! Three times a night is great at first, but sometimes all she wants at the end of the day is a sandwich and some sleep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Elizabeth Kyne takes the absurdities of the modern woman's quest for love and turns them into an enjoyable romp. She finds the comic in everyday situations, from buying a dress to experimenting with hair dye at home. While, underneath, she comments on the pressure to find the perfect husband and how that quest is doomed for us all.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;">Today, I'm celebrating the Full Moon with a <a href="http://ellajadeauthor.blogspot.com/2011/12/meet-authorgiveawayindigo-skye.html">special giveaway</a> for readers and fans. Want to win a copy of my first novel? Just comment on my revealing <a href="http://www.blogger.com/"><span id="goog_987555526"></span>Meet the Author Interview <span id="goog_987555527"></span></a>with <a href="http://ellajadeauthor.blogspot.com/2011/12/meet-authorgiveawayindigo-skye.html">Ella Jade</a> <a href="http://ellajadeauthor.blogspot.com/2011/12/meet-authorgiveawayindigo-skye.html">here</a>. Tell me about your sexiest winter memory, and get lucky!</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">My sexiest winter memory? Getting snowed in with my man. There was no way we could make it to town in time for work, so we both called in and celebrated with an impromptu snow day. We lit candles and stayed in bed all day, making love and cuddling. Let it snow!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443837286244984436.post-15285754441214031282011-12-04T16:42:00.000-07:002011-12-04T16:42:00.458-07:00We Have A Winner!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Et0iLh1Bbb7gZt_D-BlbgZJDCjiiMiTMiYkHu3ewNNgYlm4Q4TSWoC2zyKCYbv3CK-ze2ADjRl80s0-TTGCJA3FqKLLiPSgufc6frfBztZJyRCPF5R-fBGVD6iRAqZVPKiIUoLmgwzg/s1600/HerCaptiveMuseBanner2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="40" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Et0iLh1Bbb7gZt_D-BlbgZJDCjiiMiTMiYkHu3ewNNgYlm4Q4TSWoC2zyKCYbv3CK-ze2ADjRl80s0-TTGCJA3FqKLLiPSgufc6frfBztZJyRCPF5R-fBGVD6iRAqZVPKiIUoLmgwzg/s320/HerCaptiveMuseBanner2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;">This week, my blog tour took me to Elizabeth Morgan's sexy site, <a href="http://xxxxmyworldxxxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/playing-20-questions-with-indigo-skye.html">My World</a>. We dished the dirt about writing, and I held a giveaway for her readers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Missed your chance? Never fear, readers! This month I'll be doing more giveaways and juicy interviews. Catch me on author <a href="http://ellajadeauthor.blogspot.com/">Ella Jade's</a> website <a href="http://ellajadeauthor.blogspot.com/?zx=a8776a3e52d67613">December 12</a>. Then, on <a href="http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk/">December 16</a>, join me for a <a href="http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk/">Merry Blissemas</a> with <a href="http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk/">Victoria Blisse</a>!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443837286244984436.post-27130367700756101182011-11-30T17:29:00.004-07:002011-11-30T17:42:08.753-07:00Guest-Starring... Me!<span style="font-size: large;">Today, I'm thrilled to be guest starring on Elizabeth Morgan's blog, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/:%20)%20-%20http://xxxxmyworldxxxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/playing-20-questions-with-indigo-skye.html">My World</a>. Kicking off the winter leg of my blog tour with a great giveaway for my fans...</span> <br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Welcome Back, readers! I'm ending my blogging hiatus with a special event for readers. </span><span style="font-size: large;">This month, our <a href="http://www.bestsellerforaday.com/">Bestseller For a Day</a> is Amber Scott's novel, <em>Soul Search. </em>This book is available all week at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/">Amazon</a> for only 99 cents! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I decided I just couldn't face another long, cold winter in the States- so I'm heading to the tropics, where it's summer all the time! I'm relocating to Fiji to blog on the beach. As I shake the dust of the Rockies off my boots and look to the west, I find myself eager for new adventures. My passport's aching to be used, like a masochist with money. </span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">As I go international, fans can expect my writing to heat up accordingly. My special team of Muse-Meteorologists predict that a tsunami of inspiration will devastate old creative blocks and fears. Travel always has the effect of freeing me from my inhibitions- not that I've got many to begin with, as my fans know! </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">I'm thrilled to be a part of the Indie Book Collective's August Bestseller for a Day. This month, we're be featuring <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Recipient-Reviewer-Recommend-Bundlz-ebook/dp/B0044XV7PG/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1313426889&sr=8-2">In Leah's Wake</a>, </em>by Terri Giuliano Long. Here's the blurb, to whet your appetite... </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;">This book is a real page-turner. The story of two sisters,<em> In Leah’s Wake</em> opens with an intriguing prologue that immediately piqued my interest. Will and Zoe, anxious parents awaiting their daughter Leah’s arrival after a soccer game, are on the edge of a fight when the book begins. Financial and career pressures only add to their stress when Leah misses her curfew one night. A protective father, Will heads out to search for his daughter while Zoe remains at home, waiting and worrying. </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;">Long's finely-drawn characters and rich, descriptive prose drew me in right away, and I truly empathized with these frantic parents. When Leah arrives home late in the company of local bad boy Todd Corbett, there’s an ugly scene with her father. Zoe’s attempts to salvage her relationship with her daughter backfire, blowing up in her face and further alienating Leah from the rest of the family.</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;">The narrative expands its scope, showing us the teenaged Leah, who’s up to no good. While her parents worry, she’s getting high, flirting with boys, trying Ecstasy for the first time, and running wild with a bad crowd. </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;">I liked Long’s characters immediately because they are flawed and imperfect- they make bad decisions, lose their tempers, do things they’ll regret in the morning. It makes them seem all the more real- who hasn’t been there? These are people I can relate to. </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;">When Leah’s casual experiments with drugs lead to a blackout, her younger sister Justine is forced to keep a dangerous secret- or risk alienating her sister further. Wanting to prove she’s trustworthy, Justine promises not to tell their parents. What happens next? I'm no spoiler- you'll just have to find out for yourself!</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;">Characters you can relate to, a tight plot, and a story that moves at a whirlwind clip- In Leah’s Wake is definitely a book I’d recommend for your To Be Read list.</span><strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">An excerpt from <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Recipient-Reviewer-Recommend-Bundlz-ebook/dp/B0044XV7PG/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1313426889&sr=8-2">In Leah’s Wake</a></em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">By Terri Giuliano Long</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It’s late morning, the end of October - the six-week anniversary of Zoe’s abortion. Exhausted, Zoe is dozing, dreaming about the baby boy she has lost. Her head aches when she comes to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She rubs the sleep from her eyes. Leah stands at her elbow, cuddling her filthy pink blanket, a bright yellow tutu stretched over her playsuit. The elastic legs of the tutu pinch her chubby thighs; her shorts bunched. Her bangs are caught unevenly by blue and yellow plastic barrettes. Leah plugs her thumb in her mouth, brings the blanket’s satin edge to her nose.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Since the birth of her sister, eight months ago, Leah’s behavior has steadily regressed. Zoe was alarmed, at first, when her four-year-old suddenly began wetting her pants, mangling her once clearly articulated words. This is normal, the pediatrician had assured her. “A new sibling is stressful. She feels displaced. You’ll be surprised, how fast she adjusts.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Take your thumb out of your mouth, honey. You’re not a baby anymore. Here—” Zoe curls her fingers. “Give Mommy the blanket.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“I wanna play wif Hammy,” Leah says, thumb garbling her words.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Take your thumb out of your mouth.” Zoe extends her hand. “And give me the blanket.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Zoe’s neck aches. “Fine,” she says, too tired to argue. “Have it your way.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The door of the cuckoo clock on the wall in front of the staircase swings open and a bright red rooster springs out. Cuckoo, the bird sings. Cuckoo, cuckoo. Noon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“How about if you go outside for a while? Play on your swings? Dog’s out there.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Don’t wanna go outside,” Leah says, unplugging her mouth. Leah turns the blanket in her hands, twists the blanket into a filthy pink ball. “I wanna play wif Hammy. Hammy likes me, Daddy says.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The hamster reminds Zoe of a rat. Will brought it home last month, after a trip. In a flash, Zoe sees Leah clinging to her father’s legs, begging him not to go. Their daughter asked for her father over and over, at least a dozen times a day, the entire time he was gone. Where my Daddy? Why he leave? In a time zone three hours earlier than theirs, he phoned them at night, after she’d fallen asleep. Zoe sees him in the doorway, two weeks later, hands behind his back, a guilty grin on his face. Peering around him, she sees the aquarium, a Habitrail, a month’s supply of wood chips. A giant bag of pellets leans against his luggage.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Where’s my girl?” With a flourish, he produces his gift. “Where’s Leah?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“For God’s sake. She doesn’t need another pet.” Zoe has her hands full with that puppy he brought home six months ago. The Lab isn’t even housebroken yet. Poor thing—they still call her Dog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Will pretended Zoe was kidding. This isn’t a joke, she told him. You’ve been gone three weeks this month. She’s starting to forget what you look like. He turned away. He had no choice, he told her. Problem on one of the jobs. A Marriott. Something about the union, the plumbers threatening to strike. His responsibility. He’d negotiated the contract. He’d much rather be home. Didn’t she know that? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She shook her head, listening, not quite believing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This child is her father’s daughter. She inherited his dazzling blue eyes, his height—at four, she reaches her mother’s waist—Will’s sturdy athlete’s build, his silky blond hair. This stubborn streak, too, comes directly from him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“I wanna play wif Hammy.” Leah paws Zoe’s arm, climbs onto her knee.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Zoe lifts her daughter, sets her back down. “Later, OK? We’ll get him out after lunch.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Leah huffs. It’s almost comical, how she stands, feet apart, legs braced as though ready to fight, eyes flashing, tiny fists pressed to her hips. A miniature Will, Zoe thinks, picturing her husband in that same stance, the night before he left.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“California?” Zoe said. “And you’re not taking us?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She and Will lived in California before they married. They met in Berkeley. He was a folk artist then, in his other life, as he calls it. He was playing a gig and she was in the audience, with a group of friends, at a table at the back of the room. Her friends were noisy, rude. Enraged, he’d ended the show early. She looked for him afterward to apologize. They talked for hours that night, and he’d driven her home. Within three months, they were living together. She misses those days, California, the loving, spontaneous couple she and Will used to be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He’d be on site all day. He laid a starched white shirt in his suitcase. “You and the kids, you’d have nothing to do.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sure they would. They could go to the beach, she said, and ticked off a list.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“That’s ridiculous. I have to work. Besides, we don’t have the money.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Damn it, she said. Why don’t we have the money? Where does it go? Look around. Where it always goes. Where it always goes? Toward your three-piece suits, she wanted to say, your nights on the town. Not here, she did say, into the house, like you promised. They’d made all sorts of plans when they bought the house. They talked about renovating the kitchen. Will promised to raise the ceiling in their bedroom, finish the basement, build a playroom for the kids, none of which he’d done.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Will—please?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Jesus Christ, Zoe.” He looked at her hard, and turned away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What? Tell her. Damn it. She wanted to know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fine. Look at her. How many more days did she plan on wearing those sweat pants? She’d gained fifteen pounds. Her jeans were too tight. Turning, she felt his eyes on her back. And when, by the way, did she plan to wash her hair? Zoe raked her fingers over her head. “Listen—” He lowered his voice, took hold of her hand, spun her around. “For God’s sake, Zoe.” Would she rather she’d died? The IUD her doctor had inserted after Justine was born was still intact when she discovered she was pregnant again. Her doctor attempted to remove it without surgery and couldn’t. One chance in a thousand, he’d told them. It was possible to continue the pregnancy—the choice was hers—but he did not recommend it. The IUD in situ put her at risk for septicemia. And septic shock could kill her. “I know it takes time,” Will said. “Think of the kids. You’ve got to pull yourself together.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Leah clambers onto her mother’s lap, places both hands at the base of Zoe’s neck, yanks. She wants to play the kissing game.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Not now, sweetie.” Zoe pries Leah’s hands from her neck. “Mommy has a headache.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Leah squinches her eyes. For an instant, Zoe thinks she might hate this child, so like her father.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Her husband, Zoe suddenly realizes, is having an affair. Though she has no tangible proof, she knows, the thought winding forward for weeks. She hasn’t wanted to see.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Leah gazes up at her. Zoe sees the confusion in her daughter’s eyes and feels bad. “Mommy doesn’t feel good,” Zoe explains. “Check on Justine, sweetie? Make sure she’s OK?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Please, Leah. Mommy has work to do. Play with Dog, for now. We’ll get Hammy out of his cage when I’m —”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Before Zoe finishes the sentence, Leah scoots off. Zoe pulls herself up, heads to the playroom, to check on the baby.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Pastry shells are cooling on an aluminum cookie tray, on top of the stove. Zoe’s headache is worse. She took a Percocet tablet fifteen minutes ago and feels woozy. Doctor Marquette prescribed the medication after the surgery. Two weeks later, Zoe was still having cramps and he refilled the prescription. She’s been back a dozen times since, always finagling, working his guilt. Dizzy, she grabs the back of a chair. When she regains her balance, she carries the tray to the counter. The kitchen is warm from the heat of the oven. She pushes the sleeves of her sweater to her elbows, opens the shells, pulls the warm doughy centers, places the bottom halves of the pastries on the sheet. When the shells are cool, she spoons whipped cream into the cavity, replaces the tops, dusts them with sugar.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Sorry, sweetie. What is it? Mommy wasn’t paying attention.” Zoe sits, spreading her knees, draws her daughter into the empty space between her legs. She takes her daughter’s face in her hands, tips her head back. “My sweet baby,” Zoe murmurs, holding her close. “Momma’s precious little girl.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Trot, trot is a baby game, but Zoe goes along anyway. She turns Leah around, so they’re facing one another, slides her daughter backward, takes hold of her hands. “Trot, trot to Boston,” Zoe chants, bouncing Leah on her knees. Trot, trot to Lynn. Better watch out or you’re gonna— Holding Leah’s hands tightly, Zoe opens her legs, dips her daughter, close to the floor. Fall in. Breathless, Leah begs Zoe to do it again. “Again, Mommy. Gain.” Trot, trot to Boston, Zoe repeats. Again and again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Sweetie,” Zoe says, out of breath herself. “Check on your sister? See if she’s asleep?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When Leah returns, Zoe makes her daughter a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Zoe is due for her period. She winces, her uterus contracting, the pain intense, like the phantom pain people feel in an arm or leg after an amputation. When she opens the cabinet to fetch a glass for Leah’s milk, she eyes the bottle of Percocet, wedged in the corner. Her breathing labored, she blinks against the sudden, shooting pain in her womb. Just one more, she thinks. Or two. Two would help a lot. She pours a glass of water to wash down the pills, rinses the glass, fills it with milk, hands it to Leah, takes a seat at the table, across from her daughter, and watches her eat.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When Leah finishes her lunch, she climbs back into Zoe’s lap, twiddles a lock of her mother’s hair. “Your hair is pretty. I wished I had pretty hair like you,” Leah says.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Your hair is pretty, honey. You have Daddy’s hair. Very pretty.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Leah grins, pleased to hear she resembles her father, yawns, dropping her head, nuzzles Zoe’s chest. Zoe strokes her daughter’s hair. Leah smells of the outdoors, as Zoe imagines a baby robin might smell—of the trees, of the grass, of the air.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Leah falls asleep in her mother’s arms. Zoe stands, cradling her child, carries Leah to the den, lays her on the sofa, tucks a pillow under her head. Then she settles on the couch, on the end opposite Leah, her daughter’s bare feet tucked between her shins.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the dream, Zoe is rowing a canoe, in the middle of the ocean. The canoe bobs in the waves. A swell washes over her, tipping the boat, and Zoe is treading water. She tries to swim, the current too strong. The tide carries her downstream, through a narrow passageway, to a saltwater river. A party boat passes, so close she can almost reach out and touch it. People in Twenties-style clothing—mustachioed men in crisp white suits, women in short frilly dresses—are crowded on the deck, several men leaning precariously over the rail. The women laugh, sipping martinis. A band, playing on the upper deck, launches into a song, people singing, dancing. Zoe cries out, but no one hears. Suddenly, she spots Leah, floating toward her. Zoe kicks her feet, harder, harder, propelling her body forward. Leah reaches, grabbing her neck. No, Leah. We’ll both drown. Take my hand, baby. My hand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He’s dead, Momma. He’s dead. Leah tugs Zoe’s hand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“What?” Zoe says, somewhere between waking and sleep. “Baby, what’s wrong?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Leah shrieks, her face blotchy, contorted. Zoe pushes to her elbows, her tongue cotton, her ears full of liquid.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A haze has fallen over the house. She searches for the clock.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The room blurs. Zoe thinks she might vomit. Leah tugs harder, trying to pull Zoe—Where? Reaching backward, using the arm of the sofa for leverage, Zoe drags herself up. Rubs her eyes, her skull expanding, her mind numb.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Mommy, listen,” Leah cries. “You’re not listening, Mommy.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Zoe floats toward the stairs, Leah zooming ahead. Her joints ache, the soles of her feet burning as she presses, one foot then the other, to the hardwood floor, sheer will propelling her forward. She wishes she could go back to sleep. She could sleep forever, she thinks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Mommy,” Leah calls, from the top of the stairs. “Hurry.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“I’m coming, Leah. I am.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Zoe holds onto the banister, the stairs moaning under her weight. Leah has drawn stick figures with black magic marker on the walls inside the stairwell. Her temples throb, blood draining from her head to her chest. Mommy. Come, Momma. Hurry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What has she done? My God, Zoe thinks. What have I done?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“I did it, Mommy,” Leah cries. “I killed him.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For one horrific moment, the world goes still. Then Zoe is shaking her daughter— “Who, Leah? Who did you kill?”—terrified of the answer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Suddenly, the baby wails. Zoe blinks, catching her breath.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“I wanted to make him pretty, Mommy. I hadda hold him,” she sobs. “I holded him nice. I did. I tied the ribbon and he stopped breaving.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She sees the hamster now, in Leah’s open palm, a pale blue ribbon cinching its waist.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Holding Leah’s free hand, Zoe guides her daughter back to the bedroom, removes a shoebox from Leah’s closet, lays the hamster to rest. Taking Leah by the hand, she goes to Justine. After she changes the baby’s diaper, the three of them will take the hamster outside, bury him in the backyard. They’ll say a prayer, sing a song. Afterward, Zoe will read the Genesis story, from Leah’s Bible For Children. She will take her daughter into her arms, tell her she mustn’t blame herself. All creatures die. Death is part of God’s plan. Don’t be afraid, baby, she’ll say. Dying doesn’t hurt. Death, she thinks, afflicts only the living. When Leah looks up, Zoe will read in her daughter’s eyes the faint stirring of comprehension. And she’ll hold her tightly, comforting, protecting her child, while she still can. </span><br />
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<em><span style="color: yellow;">Terri Giuliano Long grew up in the company of stories both of her own making and as written by others. Books offer her a zest for life’s highs and comfort in its lows better than anything else can. She’s all-too-happy to share this love with others as a novelist and as a writing instructor at Boston College. She blogs about writing and the writing life at <a href="http://www.tglong.com/blog">www.tglong.com/blog</a> . Connect on Twitter: @tglong.</span></em><br />
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<strong>By Chelsea Fine</strong><br />
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While other high school seniors are dreaming about their futures, Sophie and Carter are just trying to make it through each day. Carter is overwhelmed by issues at home as he struggles to support his mother. Meanwhile, next door neighbor Sophie is left to care for her three younger siblings in place of their absent and troubled mother. All that holds these two best friends together is each other, and knowing that each night they'll sit together on Sophie's front porch swing and escape from reality, if just for awhile. But as their relationship reaches a turning point and high school graduation nears, will their friendship become something...more?<br />
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<strong><em>Chasing Amanda</em></strong><br />
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Molly Tanner witnessed a young girl’s abduction in the busy city of Philadelphia, shifting her occasional clairvoyance into overdrive. Two days later, the girl’s body was found, and Molly’s life fell apart. Consumed by guilt for not acting upon her visions, and on the brink of losing her family, Molly escaped the torturous reminders in the city, fleeing to the safety of the close-knit rural community of Boyds, Maryland.<br />
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<em><strong>The Trust</strong></em><br />
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To attorney Noah Parks, the probate of a will should be a simple task. But the Last Will and Testament of Leonardo Xavier Cross is anything but simple. Though Parks has never heard of Cross, he learns that the Will directs that he provide the legal representation for the estate and as part of his fee he receive the contents of a safety deposit box – a safety deposit box no one knew existed. <br />
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Intrigued, Parks undertakes the task but after the body count begins to rise the otherwise basic task of probating the will becomes more complicated as each day passes. Despite all of Parks’ skills, the answers he seeks remain elusive and force him to delve deeper into the shocking and deceptive Cross’ family history which sets the stage for an explosive finale that Parks can only hope to survive. Set in Charleston, South Carolina, <em>The Trust</em> is the debut novel from Sean Keefer.<br />
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<em><strong>Bella</strong></em><br />
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Moss knew she might lose her husband when he went off to war. When the call came, she was almost ready. What stopped her cold was the second call...<br />
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A striking widow intent on proving the military lied about her husband's death lures a Washington journalist into the investigation. Working together, they discover the power of temptation, the futility of revenge, and the consequences of yielding to either.<br />
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</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443837286244984436.post-12860388433964608702011-08-10T09:35:00.001-06:002011-08-10T09:42:40.609-06:00Seducing the Myth<span style="font-size: large;">I'm thrilled to announce the publication of <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005FQTG54/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=lucyfelt-20&linkCode=as2&camp=217145&creative=399373&creativeASIN=B005FQTG54">Seducing the Myth</a>, </em>a collection of short erotic fiction edited by <a href="http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/seducing-the-myth-myths-and-legends-with-an-erotic-twist/">Lucy Felthouse</a>. I've contributed two short stories to this collection, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005FQTG54/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=lucyfelt-20&linkCode=as2&camp=217145&creative=399373&creativeASIN=B005FQTG54">The Weary Traveller</a> and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005FQTG54/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=lucyfelt-20&linkCode=as2&camp=217145&creative=399373&creativeASIN=B005FQTG54">Saving Orpheus</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had a great time creating a sexy new take on the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice for my short story, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005FQTG54/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=lucyfelt-20&linkCode=as2&camp=217145&creative=399373&creativeASIN=B005FQTG54">Saving Orpheus</a>. Booted out of Hades after failing to save his beloved Eurydice, Orpheus casts himself into the frigid waters of the River Styx. When a lusty naiad saves his life, she gives him a second chance at love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005FQTG54/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=lucyfelt-20&linkCode=as2&camp=217145&creative=399373&creativeASIN=B005FQTG54">The Weary Traveller</a>, a wandering bard loses his way in the forest, and stumbles upon a faerie revel. His sexy romp with Queen Morgana and her fey maidens may spell his doom. Will he come to his senses in time to escape, or spend eternity lost in the pleasures of Faerie-Land? Find out <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005FQTG54/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=lucyfelt-20&linkCode=as2&camp=217145&creative=399373&creativeASIN=B005FQTG54">here</a>!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These stories are hot, hot, hot! I had the chance to check out this steamy collection of short fiction over the weekend, and some of the sex scenes are the stuff of legends. This book immediately captured my attention- and held it until the last quivering gasp of pleasure on the final page. </span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443837286244984436.post-88038733854327577732011-07-23T11:43:00.001-06:002011-07-23T11:43:59.409-06:00Going Deeper: Insights into the Writer's Craft<span style="font-size: large;">Want to get to know your characters (and yourself) better? Take a journey with me into the darkness, and look fear in the face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As a writer, I try to get to know my characters as well as I can before beginning a story. Sometimes this takes the form of a character interview, a sketch or other visual art, a bio, or free writing. An exercise I used in developing the characters in my first novel, <a href="http://www.nobleromance.com/Books/235"><em>Her Captive Muse</em></a>, was centered around each character's fears. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Morgan Roan, a dynamic and powerful woman, fears loss of control. Brendan Delaney, my leading man, fears being alone. He is immediately attracted to Morgan's take-charge attitude in the studio- and in the bedroom. As the novel progresses, he begins to fear being controlled- losing his freedom and his sense of self.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The next time you create a new character, try asking yourself, "What is his/her greatest fear?" Free write about it, list their fears and hopes and dreams. This can lead to some interesting insights, and help you better understand your characters- and yourself.</span><br />
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</div><em><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"><span style="color: purple;">Readers... I want to know what scares you, what you dream of, what you hope for. Leave a comment on this post for a chance to win a copy of my novel,</span> <a href="http://www.nobleromance.com/Books/235">Her Captive Muse</a>! </span></em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443837286244984436.post-66383711438837517082011-07-21T08:42:00.001-06:002011-07-21T08:44:45.887-06:00Indigo Skye Reviews "Fall into Winter" by Eden Baylee<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDB96in0ogajXiMY15yUDQERHVUTYGkhwGkdr-freckaWsKYr6pCImkzvFcnVPlKD8zvDzKaP0CSmrK0bHmQqr7aWT5_hRXGVcvGNqsuVkR42QxJ5Qw26q_fG9UuFiM6Qo8QX4HpVa3KU/s1600/fall-into-winter-cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDB96in0ogajXiMY15yUDQERHVUTYGkhwGkdr-freckaWsKYr6pCImkzvFcnVPlKD8zvDzKaP0CSmrK0bHmQqr7aWT5_hRXGVcvGNqsuVkR42QxJ5Qw26q_fG9UuFiM6Qo8QX4HpVa3KU/s320/fall-into-winter-cover.jpg" t$="true" width="213" /></a></div><span style="color: yellow;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">This collection of four erotic novellas by Eden Baylee is a tantalizing read that promises to tease, entice, and satisfy. <em><a href="http://www.iuniverse.com/Bookstore/BookSearchResults.aspx?Search=Fall%20into%20Winter">Fall into Winter</a></em> was published in 2010 by iUniverse. <em><a href="http://www.iuniverse.com/Bookstore/BookSearchResults.aspx?Search=Fall%20into%20Winter">Fall into Winter</a></em> is available at <a href="http://www.iuniverse.com/">http://www.iuniverse.com/</a>, or by calling 1-800-AUTHORS. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Once again, I’m taking part in an Indie Book Collective event to help get the word out about Eden Baylee’s <em><a href="http://www.iuniverse.com/Bookstore/BookSearchResults.aspx?Search=Fall%20into%20Winter">Fall into Winter</a></em> through the IBC’s July Ménage a Blog.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Eden Baylee recently interviewed me on her blog for her “<a href="http://edenbaylee.wordpress.com/2011/07/01/inside-the-authors-mind-indigo-skye/">Inside the Author’s Mind</a>” author interview series. Read our intimate and revealing interview <a href="http://edenbaylee.wordpress.com/2011/07/01/inside-the-authors-mind-indigo-skye/">here</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">As a rabid blues fan, I was immediately intrigued by John Cook, Eden Baylee’s blue-eyed, guitar-picking leading man. The heroine of the tale, Ella Jamieson- named for jazz legend Ella Fitzgerald- is a dominating and powerful thirty-something single gal who knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. I enjoyed the power-play between these two captivating characters from the first. The fast-paced seduction had me hooked from page one, and her steamy sex scenes didn’t disappoint. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">I loved the insight into Ella’s character, and her conflicted emotions as John begins to prove himself different from her typical conquest. He fights her for control, asserting himself in a hot backstage finger-fuck scene that had me typing with sticky fingers…</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Frightened by their intense connection, Ella quickly distances herself from the way John makes her feel. She’s a powerful woman who prefers to be in control- but can she be seduced by the blues? Will John persuade her that their relationship can be something more than just a one-night stand? </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">This story was a fast starter. Stella and Norman, an adventurous couple, move from an argument about a ménage to a hot make-up fantasy in which King Norman punishes his naughty queen with a good tongue-lashing. While I always enjoy good head- and reading about it is nice, too, the dynamic between the couple in this story wasn’t quite as hot as Baylee’s first offering, “Seduced by the Blues.” </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Because I’m naturally dominant- the alpha bitch in the pack, as it were- I prefer strong heroines who don’t take any shit from anyone. That’s the kind of woman I can relate to in real life. In this relationship, Norman is in control from the first… or so it seems. When Stella first brings up the idea of a threesome with another man, Norman forbids her to speak of it again. Older- and more experienced- than Stella, he indulges her fantasies and satisfies her desires like no man has ever done before. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">But Norman only pleasures Stella on his own terms, maintaining control. His idea of a great first date includes a home-cooked meal, and a session in his pleasure-den. Dinner and a dungeon, anyone? </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">When Stella brings up the idea again, Norman takes some convincing. He finally agrees to a three-way with a hot younger man, Joe. That’s when things start to get really interesting. What began as a one-off soon turns into a weekend rendezvous. The author keeps you guessing until the last moment. Is Stella still in control of her fantasy? Or has something gone terribly wrong? “Act Three” is a thrilling ride that had my heart pounding. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Protagonist Leah Jones, alone for the holidays, retreats to a secluded resort in hopes of finding inspiration. Stricken by writer’s block, she is grateful for the distraction of a handsome guest who comes knocking on her door one night. The handsome Norwegian, Henrik, reminds her of an earlier love, and her reminiscences of their doomed affair left me hot and bothered. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">I enjoyed the complexity of Leah’s character. The tragic loss of her first love makes her guard her heart closely. Following Johan’s death, she immerses herself in her work. I can definitely relate to that- in tough times, I turn to my art and writing for solace. Some days, putting words on the page is the only thing that makes sense. I also admired Leah’s courage- she deals with her loss bravely. When a new opportunity for love presents itself, Leah accepts Henrik’s invitation to dinner. Henrik’s similarities to her first love are eerie, haunting her with memories of time spent with Johan.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">A sexy supernatural encounter with a ravenous ghost heats up the plot, adding a thrilling edge to the tale. On her way to dinner at Henrik’s cabin, Leah encounters a strange beast in the snow. When Henrik appears suddenly to rescue her, scaring the animal away with a rifle, Leah can’t help but feel grateful- and afraid of her growing emaotions. Following a night of strange dreams, she awakens to find herself alone. Is Henrik the wonderful man he seems…or is something more sinister going on? This fast-paced erotic thriller kept me guessing. Leah’s a compelling character. Learning more about her life as a writer led me deeper into the story, and I found myself rooting for her happily-ever-after ending.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">The exotic locales and well-travelled characters in “The Austrian and The Asian” were an immediate hook. I love a story that can transport me to new places, and make me feel like I’m living a sexy adventure along with the characters. Elena and Stefan meet on holiday. Their cultures and backgrounds are very different- but there’s a spark between them that can’t be denied. Both are a little shy and reticent, leading to a slow, steamy buildup like good foreplay. I enjoyed the sensuous language of this story, and the patient, tender love-making featured in the final story of Baylee’s Fall Into Winter is a fitting grace note to end this collection. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Baylee’s work is compelling, lusty, and visual. Her lush prose and mastery of language are evident throughout, and I highly recommend this spicy read. Baylee’s work gives me hope for the future of erotica- compelling plotlines, characters I can relate to, and sex that never disappoints. My definition of good erotica is a great story which happens to include hot sex. Baylee’s work hits the mark.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">As some of my fans know, I often write in bed. While working on my review for this book, I was relaxing between the sheets with my man. I was typing along, enjoying the story, when I noticed he wasn’t watching TV. He was looking over my shoulder, reading “Seduced by the Blues,” and getting just as turned on by Baylee’s spicy prose as I was. This led to a hot afternoon in bed I won’t soon forget. With great pleasure, I award this five-star collection or erotic novellas by author Eden Baylee my highest rating. These steamy stories had me typing with sticky fingers!</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Until Next Time- Stay Naughty!</span><br />
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<em><span style="color: yellow;">Author Bio:</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: red;">Eden writes erotic, provocative stories incorporating all her favorite things: travel; culture; and sex. Sometimes there’s romance, sometimes not. Sometimes there’s a happy ending, sometimes not. What is consistent are the multi-dimensional characters who grow and change as the stories progress. Sex is the backdrop, but a very important element in their evolution.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: red;">Eden left a long and distinguished career in banking to become a full-time writer. As a fraud consultant, she honed some important skills that have helped her make the transition, the most important one—perseverance.</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Big news, readers! Red hot stories are flooding my in-box as writers enter my <a href="http://indigoskyeinkandart.blogspot.com/p/contests-and-calls-for-submission.html">Heat Wave Short Story Contest</a>, but I'm still not satisfied. I want more! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So I've decided to extend my pleasure- and the deadline. This <a href="http://indigoskyeinkandart.blogspot.com/p/contests-and-calls-for-submission.html">contest</a> will run until August 15th, and the prizes will be awarded by August 30th. If you've already entered a short story, you'll be receiving a special early-bird prize, so watch your inbox for a copy of my novel<em>, Her Captive Muse.</em></span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Someone asked me how I know to trust my voice as a writer. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is a program my husband teaches about communication styles; it is one of his most popular. You do a self-assessment and then have five to six others fill out the same assessment on you also. This is critical because self-assessment is correct less than fifty percent of the time. (This is usually because we place ourselves subconsciously where we want to be, not where we actually see ourselves. Good ole ego.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have taken this assessment a few times over the years and I am always in the same spot on the grid: task-oriented and assertive. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I say I’m a snarky bitch I can back it up, baby.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is nothing about me that screams THIS CHICK IS WARM AND FUZZY! So when people are looking for cute or nice or sweetness and light from me, I often wonder: WTF? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I clearly know who I am. I’m very comfortable in my skin. Having this kind of information is, I find, extremely helpful. I took the first of these types of tests in college when I majored in Communication Studies. When I met my husband, JP in my late twenties, I did more testing (we met in a work environment). I’ve done several more throughout the years and they have stayed consistent. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I’ve read intensively on the subject of communication for many years. Despite years of corporate brainwashing which I’ve now fully recovered from, I find it fascinating and supremely interesting that I’ve come full circle back to my college major – writing about communication between the sexes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So how do I trust my voice? I can’t imagine writing any other way. I write what I feel, from my soul. I don’t worry about what others will think. I shook that monkey off my back a long time ago. That is a huge obstacle for so many people and to be honest, one that has given me the freedom to write about so many amazing topics. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The author Lorrie Moore teaches her students to “write as if your parents will never read it,” which most people don’t have the nerve to do. When I read that, a light not only went on for me, it broke into a million pieces. Because I was blogging and I knew my mom read every post (and still does. Hi mom.), I needed to just let that go. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was okay that my mom read everything, but she needed to accept that her adult daughter was going to write about sex; and not just sex in general but the actual having of it; and not just the having of it but lovers; and not just lovers but my ex with whom I’d recently reconnected; and not just our reconnection but his shocking suicide; and not just his suicide but how deeply it affected me...and on it goes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Taking those essays and forming them into my book A Walk In The Snark (self-published this past January) was very exciting for me. It was my chance to bring my voice together into a cohesive book form for my fans, and for people who have never even heard of me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I added 25% new material, some of my most popular tweets (one of the few books to have done that), and it has sold really well in strictly eBook format. I average between 5-6 sales per day, where the average indie author sells four books/month! – and of my 30 reviews on Amazon, 95% are positive (with the exception of a few cranky men :). My themes are Mancode, Chickspeak, and lost love. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Snark is consistently in the top #10 ranking on the Kindle Humor/Motherhood list, #20 on Humor/Parenting and Family; and hit #1 bestselling status on Smashwords in May #woot. I’ve had a wonderful write up by @2morrowknight in the Huffington Post books section (about me, the book, and the Indie Book Collective which I cofounded last October); and I’ve been approached by an agent – on Twitter! who read the book and loved it. We’re meeting in NYC at the end of this month. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Speaking of the Indie Book Collective, I’m also a coauthor of </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dollars-Sense-Definitive-Self-publishing-ebook/dp/B00584MJF2/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top"><span style="font-size: large;">Dollars & Sense: The Definitive Guide to Self-Publishing Success</span></a><span style="font-size: large;">. My coauthors, Carolyn McCray and Amber Scott, are amazing authors and my cofounders in the IBC. We share our wide range of personal experiences in both indie publishing and social media. Soup to nuts any author needs to write, publish, and market their book. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And with our special promotion, Menage a Blog, 7/18-22, anyone who visits my blog </span><a href="http://rachelintheoc.com/"><span style="font-size: large;">http://RachelintheOC.com</span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> on Tuesday, July 19 and leaves a comment will receive a FREE COPY and will be automatically entered in our free Kindle contest! There are twelve amazing authors on the tour and all are offering free books – be sure to visit them all! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for taking the time to learn more about me. If you want to find out more, please visit my blog, buy my book A Walk In The Snark, Twitter @RachelintheOC, Facebook, or email me at RachelintheOC@gmail.com, or visit the Indie Book Collective and become a part of something great. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Greetings, fellow smut-o-philes and word wranglers! Summer is such a busy time, I wanted to give my followers a few extra weeks to concoct steamy stories for <strong><a href="http://indigoskyeinkandart.blogspot.com/p/contests-and-calls-for-submission.html">Heat Wave</a>, </strong>my sultry summer short story contest. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The extended deadline will be July 25, 2011. Please send your stories to me no later than midnight, Mountain Standard Time. See my <a href="http://indigoskyeinkandart.blogspot.com/p/contests-and-calls-for-submission.html">Contests Page</a> for further details! Lots of great prizes are up for grabs, so don't delay- submit today!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: lime;">Q: Cassandra, readers are eager to know all the dirty details behind your erotic story, Circling. Was the story you penned for <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Uniform-Behaviour-ebook/dp/B004DI7PQM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=books&qid=1309803884&sr=8-1">Uniform Behaviour</a> </em>based on a hot real-life hook-up, or a sizzling fantasy?</span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: Ny hottest experience with a man in uniform was the basis for my story, Circling. I steamed it up a bit for the book, but that guy in the story? He and I did "circle" around each other for a couple of months before getting together and dating for a year and a half.</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: Any steamy new projects in the works? We'd love to dish about your latest release and any works in progress you'd like to discuss.</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: Oh man, have I got projects in the works... *takes deep breath* My current release, Talk to Me, is available now. It's about a radio producer who is seduced by her new host's voice. I'm thrilled that the book is getting a lot of great reviews! Right now I'm editing my next release, Caught, which Loose Id will release in December 2011. It's a BDSM holiday-themed novella. How do BDSM and the holidays fit together? I guess you'll have to read and find out! I'm revising the first of my bull rider series as well, and writing a my first menage story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: Your pick for hottest uniform- soldier, policeman, fireman, or priest? (If none of these do it for you, what is your favorite uniform and why?)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: For some reason I find firemen kinda sexy. I think it's the tight T-shirts and the fire pants.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: I'm a bit of a hockey freak. Okay, more than a bit. I also love to garden - I'm wrestling my perennial beds back into submission after a few years of letting them go while I was pregnant and had a newborn. I don't watch much TV, but I'm loving True Blood and Mad Men on DVD, and I watch White Collar and Burn Notice religiously. I can also be found skulking around Twitter (@Cassandra_Carr is my handle).</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: I'm always interested in what other authors are reading. Your top three picks for a great book to read on the beach?</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">A: LOL! Now that I have an ereader it's easier to read the kinds of books I enjoy - erotic romance. Before I had people looking at me like I was reading a skin mag or something - pretty ridiculous. My top three picks for a beach... hmm... I'm going to say any of Lorelei James' Rough Riders series, any of Jaci Burton's Wild Rider series, or any of Maya Banks' Sweet series. I'm going to the national conference for Romance Writers of America in a few weeks and am hoping to meet all three of these awesome ladies and get my books signed. Yes, writers are total fangirls for other writers!</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">A: Neither, unfortunately. I write when I can, since I stay home with my toddler. Most of my writing gets done either when my mother-in-law takes her for the day or between 9:00 p.m. and midnight. When I get going, I can put at least a couple thousand words on the page in a few hours.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;">A: Luckily, tons of different things inspire me, but most of all - I love love love telling a love story. Sure, erotic romances have more sex and the scenes are graphic, but the characters are still falling in love. I don't really have a choice about writing - I need to do it.</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: Are any of your stories based on personal experiences, or are they mostly derived from your fantasies/imagination?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: My stories, with the exception of <strong>Circling</strong>, are almost entirely taken from my wild and wooly imagination. I have to say - I wish my sex life was as exciting (and frequent!) as my characters'. But fear not, readers, I have plenty more ideas - I actually have an "ideas folder" on my laptop and besides my current writing I have no less than a dozen other ideas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: I do tons of research. It's a pet peeve of mine when it's obvious a writer hasn't done their research, especially where sex, or even worse, BDSM is concerned. For my BDSM holiday novella, I talked to a bunch of people who practice BDSM. I also did research online and read two of the most prominent books on the subject - SM 101 and Screw the Roses, Send Me the Thorns.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: Keep writing, don't take rejection personally, keep writing, and keep writing. Oh, and once you actually publish? That's when the hard work really begins. ;-)</span><br />
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<em><a href="http://www.loose-id.com/Talk-to-Me.aspx">Talk to Me</a></em>, out now from Loose Id & named a Top Pick by Night Owl Reviews!<br />
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<em><span style="color: red;">Cassandra Carr lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out on Twitter. Her debut novel,</span> </em><a href="http://www.loose-id.com/Talk-to-Me.aspx"><em>Talk to Me</em></a><em>, <span style="color: red;">was released by Loose Id on March 22, 2011. She is also an Editor at Wild Child Publishing and Freya's Bower Publishing.</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Like many authors, I write novellas between my novels. It's an opportunity for me not to work quite so hard and get myself ready for the next full novel. That was my intention with <em><a href="https://www.nobleromance.com/Authors/102">Hard as Teak</a></em>. It didn't work out that way. The characters had a lot to say and the story kept evolving. I never envisioned writing a gay male romance; it just happened. When I finished, I had written an utterly romantic coming out story that I hope you'll love. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The book takes place mostly in northern Minnesota. That's where I grew up and it was easy to pull wonderful wilderness sights, sounds, tastes, and scents from my memories and put them into this book. I hope you'll feel like you're right there with Kevin when he arrives at his cabin that first starlit night. There are a few of my favorite haunts sprinkled into the book as well as some of my favorite foods. Every name has been changed, but Kevin's property and cabin are reminiscent of a place that I spent so many wonderful summer days as a child. The rocky cliff where he photographs Teak, the island he used to swim to, and the small lake he fishes on with Drew, are all places I used to go and sometimes still enjoy. When Kevin dives into the frigid lake, I hope you'll shudder with the chill and the thrill of the water passing your body. And while teak doesn't grow in the Minnesota forests, the name came to me as strong, sexy, and fitting for a woodlands lover. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Kevin Marks escapes to the north woods to reignite his passion for photography and women. But the only flame he seems able to spark is for his latest photography subject, Teak Hildalgo. Kevin's never been in a man's arms before.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Teak, the raven-haired, photographer's dream come true, is hell bent on capturing Kevin's heart. He takes Kevin, body and soul, on a romantic, sexual journey previously lived only in Kevin's fantasies. And no dream was ever this good, no truth this undeniable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Teak rocked back in his chair, studying his new friend. Kevin had that all-American-boy look. Blond hair and blue-grey eyes the color of the sky just before sunset. His coloration fit right in with almost every Scandinavian person living in the area. Except for that all-over tan. Great shape, tall, clean-shaven—everywhere from what Teak had seen—and a dick that could definitely get someone's attention. He's certainly got mine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">His body had reacted strongly when he'd come upon Kevin lying naked on the dock. The cold-water bath took the edge off the throbbing in his cock this afternoon, but what about now? When Kevin smiled, his whole face lit up. Great lips. Thinking of Kevin going down on him made his balls tense. Wonder what he'd do if I made a move?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Teak got back to the subject of having his photo taken. "You know what? It's cool. No offense taken. I'm flattered, I guess. The chicks are always on me, but it's nice to . . . ."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"To know they're not entirely full of shit just because they wanna get laid." Teak slid his chair back and picked up his plate. He set it on the sink. "Thanks for dinner."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Teak leaned against the counter. Kevin's interest in him was apparent, but he wasn't sure Kevin was tuned into his own feelings. Kevin's behavior reminded him of a first date. Does he realize it? I'll take it slow. If it's a mistake, I'll say it's the beer talking. "If you don't mind, I'll stay. I'd hate to spend the night in jail. Even the DNR guys are a pain in the ass this time of year."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">While Teak used the bathroom, Kevin grabbed his camera and went outside. The half-moon provided perfect illumination on the frost clinging to the wildflowers. Careful not to breathe on the tender crystals, he knelt next to his subject and adjusted the camera to capture the perfect moonlit conditions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Kevin glanced over his shoulder when the front door opened and shut with a heavy thud. Teak rubbed his hands together and then shoved them under his arms. "What are you doing? It's freezing out here."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Kevin clicked the shutter one last time and rose. The effects of his last beer made him stumble back a step; Teak grabbed his arm. Kevin broke into an alcohol-induced fit of laughter. "Just what I need—to drop this camera—and break it—or my shutter finger." Kevin wiggled his index finger a few times while laughing at his own joke.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Opening the cabin door let out a blast of warm air. The sharp temperature contrast hit Kevin in the face, making him woozy. "Shit, it's hot in here." He peeled off his jacket and shirt and tossed them one at a time onto a nearby chair. "Do you want a bottle of water or some coffee or something?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"I'll take the water. Wouldn't hurt to sober up a bit," Teak said. "I hate hangovers."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"You and me both." He retrieved two bottles of water from the fridge and handed one to Teak. "And if the night's still young, we can get drunk again later." Kevin laughed with his half-smashed friend and took a swig of water. "I'm going to make up the guest bed." He couldn't resist making another wisecrack. "The maid service sucks around this joint."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"You probably look stupid as hell in an apron anyway. Go make the bed."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"You're not helping? Shit, the assistant to the maid service sucks too." Chuckling, he walked to the closet to dig out some bed linens.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Kevin turned on the light. He'd used this bedroom countless times growing up and even got laid in here a couple of nights. The fitted sheet snapped as he shook it open. He made his way to the headboard to tuck in the corners.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He couldn't believe what a turn-on Teak was. The realization startled him. He'd never been sexually attracted to any man he'd met. At least not this strongly. He didn't mind watching a couple guys getting frisky with each other while they were messing with a woman in videos. But, I never really wanted to touch another guy's junk. He'd tasted his own cum many times. But from a cum-soaked pussy. He'd fantasized about sucking dick—countless times. But never thought I'd want it if I could actually get it. He unfolded the flat sheet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">With the sheets tucked in, he reached for the comforter and spread it on the bed. Lost in his lusty thoughts, he didn't hear Teak arrive and Kevin stumbled against him. Teak's arms wove around his ribs, preventing him from falling. Like the proverbial deer in the headlights, Kevin froze and didn't say a word. Pleasure whip corded his dick. His heart hammered. Resting his head rested against Teak's bare shoulder, he wondered when Teak had taken off his shirt. The trimmed hair felt stiff and foreign against his skin. No other man had ever held him this way. Kevin noticed rough calluses between softer patches of skin on Teak's hands. He soaked in the new sensations, enjoying them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Silence thundered in Kevin's ears as he turned and met Teak's gaze. The intensity he saw nearly choked the breath right out of his lungs. What little air remained ran for cover when Teak's lips met his. The feelings reminded him of his very first kiss, heady and surreal. His lips twisted with Teak's. He'd never experienced the force of a man's tongue in his mouth or the scrape of another man's beard on his face. Not this way. Guttural sounds filled Kevin's throat. His breath hissed through his nostrils. These were the sounds of an aroused man. Except another man is turning me on. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Teak kept a loose hold on Kevin's waist. The non-threatening hold gave Kevin free reign to accept or deny him. For a long minute, he participated in the kiss as though moving with a partner in a choreographed dance. He knew what to do and how to do it, but his brain and his dick were going in opposite directions. Kevin's cock was so hard he wanted to take it out and come. His brain kept screaming at him to slow down. Confusion filled him. He broke from the kiss and focused on Teak's tattoo, glad for the distraction.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">With nervous hesitation, Kevin traced the pronounced veins on the dragon's side, and higher to its curved neck. Continuing to follow the dragon's neck with his index finger led to Teak's nipple. The hardened nub looked ready to be clenched in the dragon's sharp teeth. Or mine.</span><br />
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Margie Church writes erotic romance novels with a strong suspense element, in keeping with her moniker: Romance with SASS (Suspense Angst Seductive Sizzle). She has a degree in writing and editing and has been a professional writer, editor, and journalist for over 25 years. If you enjoy books that you can't put down, then read one of hers.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This summer, I'm interviewing selected authors from the <em><a href="http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/blog/read-uniform-behaviour-win-prizes/">Uniform Behaviour</a> </em>anthology, edited by <a href="http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/blog/read-uniform-behaviour-win-prizes/">Lucy Felthouse</a>. For details about the fab prizes and author swag you can win in our UB contest, click <a href="http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/blog/read-uniform-behaviour-win-prizes/">here</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A special message to the men and women serving in the armed forces: The creators of <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Uniform-Behaviour-ebook/dp/B004DI7PQM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=books&qid=1309019562&sr=8-1">Uniform Behaviour</a> </em>wish to extend a heartfelt thank you to all our troops on Armed Forces Day. Your sacrifices, your hard work, and your courageous hearts protect our freedoms. A percentage of all <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Uniform-Behaviour-ebook/dp/B004DI7PQM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=books&qid=1309019562&sr=8-1">Uniform Behaviour</a> </em>sales is donated to <a href="http://www.helpforheroes.org.uk/">Help for Heroes</a>- it's our way of showing our appreciation for all you do to protect our rights and keep us safe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now, meet one of the contributing authors of <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Uniform-Behaviour-ebook/dp/B004DI7PQM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=books&qid=1309019562&sr=8-1">Uniform Behaviour</a></em>- Victoria Blisse! Victoria, welcome to Indigo Skye: Ink and Art.</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: What was the inspiration behind the story you penned for <a href="http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/blog/read-uniform-behaviour-win-prizes/"><em>Uniform Behaviour</em></a>?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: I wanted to write something a little different. So I was thinking through different jobs with uniforms and my husband was calling out jobs too and then we got to cleaner and I decided I could work with that! </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: Any steamy new projects in the works? We'd love to dish about your latest release and any works in progress you'd like to discuss.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: My latest release was Artistic Sights, Heavenly Delights, a lovely little story about a rich handsome man who pays a poor artist to paint his portrait. It’s available from Total-E-Bound <a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/Lust-Bites/Artistic-Sights--Heavenly-Delights/p-86-1148/">here</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I’ve been very busy writing lately too and I have my Bollywood novella, <em>Silver Screen Dream,</em> due to release on the 5th September, and "Tasty Italian," a short story lined up for the 19th September too. I’m also writing a tempting temp story which will hopefully be out later this summer. I’m a really busy bunny at the moment. </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: What's your favorite national holiday to celebrate in bed, and why?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: Valentine’s Day! It’s so expensive to go out on the day so it’s much better to make some finger food in advance then eat it in bed with my lovely hubby- or off my lovely hubby, if I’m lucky!</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: Your pick for hottest uniform- soldier, policeman, fireman, or priest? (If none of these do it for you, what is your favorite uniform and why?)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: That bright white naval uniform they have in the US always gets me a little hot under the collar. I can’t explain why except it just seems to accentuate the tasty manliness of a man somehow!</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: Agreed- there's something very sexy about a sailor. Anchors away! Favorite way to unwind on a long holiday weekend?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: Sit on the beach with my head in a book (or my e-reader as is more likely these days) preferably in Scarborough. I love Scarborough. </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: When you're not hard at work creating steamy erotica, how do you like to spend your time?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: I love to cook but I especially love baking, I find it very therapeutic.</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: I'm always interested in what other authors are reading. Your top three picks for a great book to read on the beach?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: Get stuck in to the Percy Jackson books by Rick Riordan, I know they’re kids’ books technically, but they’re really well written and it’s a great escapist read. Discworld novels would be good, my very favourite is Mort closely followed by Soul Music. They make you laugh out loud though, so if you don’t want to startle the general public you might want to save it to read in your hotel room not on the beach! One of my all time and always favourites is <em>Jane Eyre</em>. It’s got everything and I can read it over and over and not get bored. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: How has writing/reading erotica affected your sex life?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A:Well, it hasn’t made it any worse that’s for certain! I have to make sure I’ve done my day’s writing before I give in to the urge to erm, play, with Mr. husband man because once I’ve gotten that female satisfaction I do not want to write at all! </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: What are your turn-ons? Turn-offs? How is this reflected in your writing?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: I don’t like to have my ears nibbled so you don’t get much ear nibbling in my books but there is a lot of neck sucking! I write a lot of stories with spanking and BDSM themes- so assume what you like from that!- but it’s always fairly mild, nothing too extreme. I think that’s pretty much me all over! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: Are any of your stories based on personal experiences, or are they mostly derived from your fantasies/imagination?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: Oh now, that’d be telling! There are definitely scenes that come straight from my life experiences but I’m not going to tell you exactly which ones, you’ll have to guess! </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: Do you do any research as part of the writing process? What does that entail?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: I love being an erotic romance author, I can count day dreaming and the enjoyment of sexual fantasies as research! I’m not very good at doing real hard work research though I did have to do a lot of reading and googling when I wrote my Bollywood story! I had to make sure I was keeping somewhat true to the genre. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: Write, write, write and when you think you’ve written all you can write then write some more. If you want to get better, you just have to keep doing it. That’s the best bit of advice I can give any author, new or established. </span><br />
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Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award-Winning Erotica Authoress. She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life. Read more about her at <a href="http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk/">Victoria Blisse</a>, her author site.<br />
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Artistic Sights, Heavenly Delights, Total-E-Bound Getting Together trilogy, Xcite. The Victoria Blisse Collection, House of Erotica Snowed in at School, Silver Publishing Sweet Surrender, Total-E-Bound Uniform Behaviour, Lucy Felthouse Stopping Point, Total-E-Bound Moonshy, Total-E-Bound Big and Beautiful, Total-E-Bound The Point, Total-E-Bound Flaming Hot, Coming Together Spiced Vanilla, Total-E_Bound Restoration, Xcite Vanilla will Extra Nuts, All Romance Ebooks Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart, Total-E-Bound Seriously Sexy Stocking Filler, Xcite Ultimate Curves, Xcite SecretSurprise, Total-E-Bound Festive Handbag, Total-E-BoundTravel Delight, Total-E-Bound Sexier Side of the Hill, Total-E-Bound<br />
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</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm thrilled to feature an excerpt from J.S. Wayne's latest Noble Romance release, <em>Angel of the Morning. </em>Aurora, the Angel of the Morning, has received good news: her husband, Benoth, banished from Heaven for joining with Lucifer, has been granted a temporary pass from Infernus. The Angel of Death, Azrael, has sought an audience with Benoth regarding the renegade assistant, Moradiel, and his mortal lover.</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But time flies, even for angels and demons. And sundown is coming . . . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She materialized out of thin air into a gap that should have offered no camouflage and reached up to smooth a strand of cornsilk blonde hair out of her face as she looked around. Since her most immediate companions were a woman swaddled in furs, scowling and shaking her wrist impatiently at the bejeweled watch upon it and a man in a blue, pinstriped, three-piece suit yelping furiously into a Bluetooth headset, her arrival went unnoticed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Not so her appearance; even the irate businessman broke off his furious diatribe as he realized she stood near. Her regal bearing was not unusual on the Avenue. Plenty of upper-middle-class women affected the same haughty air. The difference was she made it seem as though notice and admiration were nothing more than her due; there was nothing artificial about her demeanor. Quite to the contrary, she made it seem as natural as air and sunlight that people should notice and bow before her, sure that she inspired the envy of all women around her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Heedless of both the admiration and the admonishment she drew, she navigated to the sanctuary of an open doorway, out of the flow and crush of the crowd. After consulting a delicately made timepiece on her left wrist, she peered down to ensure her white skirt and jacket remained unmussed. Assuring herself they did, she flicked an errant strand of hair out of her eyes and pursed her lips in thought. She turned to look first one way then the other as she got her bearings. Finally, she nodded resolutely to herself and began walking purposefully north.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Her destination visible, she zeroed in on the spires of the elegant Gothic cathedral that had loomed over Michigan Avenue since horses and carts filled the Chicago streets, and gaslights had punctuated the nighttime darkness. She swept toward the cathedral, and the throng of people appeared to part before her without conscious intent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For several long blocks, she savored the peculiar odors of any large city. Cooking food mingled with vehicle exhaust and blended with the various fragrances, perfumes, and base scents of the bodies around her to create an ever-shifting,odd, but not entirely unpleasant aroma. The ear-bending shouts and calls of the swirling mass around her, the roar of a thousand motors, the occasional shriek of brakes or blare of horns, and the babble and arrhythmic cadence of footfalls formed an aural wall of cacophony that echoed off the towers and skyscrapers forming the walls of this unnatural steel and concrete canyon. One particular car pulled to a stop at the curb, its speakers blasting a song she didn't know.The only words she could pick out clearly were Angel of Harlem.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In short order, she covered the distance at a speed faster than an average walk but not quite a lope. She arrived at the immense oaken doors without a hair out of place or her breathing even slightly elevated. Placing her palm to the nearer door, reverently, she took a moment to savor the peaceful feel of the building.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Unlike the jagged emotional shards that reverberated all around her, the huge church pulsed with a quiet, calm power. There had been great joy and sadness known here, as unions had been made before God and broken by death. The prayers and faith of those who had worshipped here for generations saturated these walls, and that aura of sanctuary now permeated the air surrounding this place, seeming to dampen the noise of the traffic and the droning din of humanity.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She smiled to herself; what she sought was indeed here. Grasping the worn, ancient handle, she tugged the door open. It moved easily, despite its massive size, sending a blade of brilliant sunlight stabbing into the dim interior. </span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><em><span style="color: red;">Born in Amarillo, Texas, J.S. Wayne has lived, worked, or traveled in approximately two thirds of the North American continent and has amassed a resume that could kindly be described as “eclectic.” He currently resides in the Texas Panhandle with his wife, a vicious attack cat, and a terrier puppy who believes socks are a threat to national security. In his laughably sparse spare time, he enjoys reading, scary movies, strategy games, and collecting obsolete weapons. His professional writing credits include two current novels, Shadowphoenix: Requiem and Wail; a short story, “Angels Would Fall,” which has been contracted by Noble Romance Publishing and is due out in April; and a host of poetry and work-in-progress novels and short stories, including a nascent graphic novel with artist extraordinaire Bill Fish, who created the covers for J.S.’s first two novels, his website, and took the photos J.S. uses for various publicity needs. He maintains a home page at</span></em> <a href="http://www.wix.com/jswaynesite/herebemonsters"><em>http://www.wix.com/jswaynesite/herebemonsters</em></a><em> <span style="color: red;">and a blog at </span></em><a href="http://www.jswayne.wordpress.com.www.jswayne.wordpress.com/"><em>www.jswayne.wordpress.com.www.jswayne.wordpress.com</em></a><em>.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443837286244984436.post-91316695616591145112011-06-23T09:05:00.000-06:002011-06-23T09:05:03.740-06:00An Invitation to Inspiration<span style="font-size: large;">Ever wonder what inspires your favorite authors to create sexy, steamy, titillating tales of an erotic nature? Find out <a href="http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/blog/indigo-skye%e2%80%99s-uniform-behaviour-inspiration/">here</a>. Today, I'm guest starring at <a href="http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/blog/indigo-skye%e2%80%99s-uniform-behaviour-inspiration/">Lucy Felthouse- Erotic Author</a>. </span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Lucy is the mastermind behind the anthology, <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Uniform-Behaviour-ebook/dp/B004DI7PQM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1308841072&sr=8-1-spell">Uniform Behaviour</a>, </em>and she's invited all contributing authors to submit a guest blog about the inspiration behind their stories. </span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Curious about my racy and controversial story, "True Confession?" Wondering why I'd write about such taboo subjects? Sister Mary Indigo explains it all for you <a href="http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/blog/indigo-skye%e2%80%99s-uniform-behaviour-inspiration/">here</a>!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Want to win fab prizes, author swag, and more? Just snap a pic of yourself reading <em>Uniform Behaviour </em>and follow the directions on my <a href="http://indigoskyeinkandart.blogspot.com/p/contests-and-calls-for-submission.html">Contests Page</a>. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443837286244984436.post-85302585246275923142011-06-21T09:00:00.000-06:002011-06-21T09:00:03.051-06:00A Revealing Interview with Rebecca Bond<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLp3F3a2UjA44VTV3BcxqRSdE2xzJAl5prwFqjJehpaQpBCQ93ixeykgWDwxkYu-yZJ6-KbcVp8a0WNFV0X7HW3RmcJq-dCCVUWACUKyetKuiJ_lEwYW_Vn5pRw6uwplaR08iNc_3QWYA/s1600/uniformbehaviour.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLp3F3a2UjA44VTV3BcxqRSdE2xzJAl5prwFqjJehpaQpBCQ93ixeykgWDwxkYu-yZJ6-KbcVp8a0WNFV0X7HW3RmcJq-dCCVUWACUKyetKuiJ_lEwYW_Vn5pRw6uwplaR08iNc_3QWYA/s1600/uniformbehaviour.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;">In an effort to support our troops, I'm interviewing the authors of <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Uniform-Behaviour-ebook/dp/B004DI7PQM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1308667232&sr=8-1-spell">Uniform Behaviour</a>. </em>This anthology is full of sizzling encounters with men and women in uniform. A portion of the proceeds from sales is donated to the UK charity, <a href="http://www.helpforheroes.co.uk/">Help for Heroes</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This summer, we're holding a fabulous photo contest- just snap a pic of yourself reading <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Uniform-Behaviour-ebook/dp/B004DI7PQM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1308667232&sr=8-1-spell">Uniform Behaviour</a> </em>and you could win some great prizes. See my <a href="http://indigoskyeinkandart.blogspot.com/p/contests-and-calls-for-submission.html">Contests Page</a> for more information.</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: Welcome to Indigo Skye: Ink and Art! Thrilled to have you here today, Rebecca. Please tell our readers about your sexiest encounter with someone in uniform...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: A beach in Cyprus. A summer’s night. A squaddie. That’s all I’m sayin.’</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: What was the inspiration behind the stories you penned for Uniform Behavior?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: I penned two stories for this anthology, Sin City and Fireman’s Lift. Although Fireman’s Lift is the first story in the anthology, the first story I wrote was Sin City. Not only was it the first for this anthology, but it was the first story I wrote with publication in mind and for those reasons it’s a story dear to my heart. The inspiration? Well, many bods out there know I have a few obsessions in life, two of these being New York City and those that police its streets. Thus, Sin City was born – a sexy tale about a strong female NYPD cop, who chases down a sinister perp. Tables are turned midway, and a rather filthy erotic encounter ensues. Gritty erotica!</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: Sounds hot! Any steamy new projects in the works? We'd love to dish about your latest release and any works in progress you'd like to discuss.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: I do have a few new pieces on the go. In terms of new releases, I have a short story due for publication soon by Ravenous Romance. It’s an F/F piece and the first story I wrote in that category so I’m very nervous about it going public.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I’ve also had another story accepted by the lovely Lucy Felthouse for her upcoming anthology Seducing the Myth. My story, The Dark Night Rusalka, is a dirty little tale of a beautiful Polish lass who needs to avenge her death in order for her soul to be set free. And how does she go about this? Well, you’ll just have to grab yourself a copy of the book and find out ;-)</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: What's your favorite national holiday to celebrate in bed, and why?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: I’m not gonna lie, I like my bed. Yes, I’m a very, very big fan of bed and therefore would quite like to spend every day in bed, national holiday or no national holiday!</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: Your pick for hottest uniform- soldier, policeman, fireman, or priest? (If none of these do it for you, what is your favorite uniform and why?)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: I love the NYPD get-up but I do love me a fireman – utter delish!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: Me. The Boy. My bed. ‘Nuf said ;-)</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: When you're not hard at work creating steamy erotica, how do you like to spend your time?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: I live in London. Although I’ve lived here for nearly four years, there’s still so much of the city I’m unfamiliar with. I love nothing more than to grab my closest pals and go mooching about town. I’ve discovered so many new things this year alone; my new favourite brunch spot in Brockwell, the vibrant markets of Portobello, a cute little cafe in Crystal Palace where I can indulge both my coffee and cupcake addiction, a great old skool spa nestled deep within the backstreets of Bayswater, an amazing indie bookstore in Herne Hill – the list is endless. So, when I’m not writing, I pretend to be a tourist in my own city and then use it all as inspiration for more stories.</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: I'm always interested in what other authors are reading. Your top three picks for a great book to read on the beach?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: Any and EVERY book by Lee Child. As I’ve mentioned before, Jack Reacher is my superhero. Seriously, I could read these books again and again and again. </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: The ‘I Heart...’ series by Lindsey Kelk. I discovered this author when I was in New York last year and although dubious at first (never before being a fan of chicklit), I am now addicted to every word she writes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: Well, this is easy – Uniform Behaviour! Grit, action, romance, drama, passion and raw, rampant sex – what more could you want in a book?!</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: Tell us about your day as a writer- do you stick to a set schedule, or just write when inspiration strikes?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: I’m an erratic, disorganised mess of a writer. I sometimes plan, but the plan never gets used so I usually just start writing without much of an idea of story and pray that the outcome is stable enough to work with. I wouldn’t really recommend this method!</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: What inspires you, makes you itch to write?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: At the moment it’s people. There are a few people in my life who inspire me and thus I find myself wanting to write because of them, sometimes for them. I have quite a few stories that have been written at the personal request of others, stories that are for their eyes only. Usually though, it’s a place I’ve been, something I’ve seen when mooching about town, a dream I’ve had. It really could be anything that gets my creative juices flowing.</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: Are any of your stories based on personal experiences, or are they mostly derived from your fantasies/imagination?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: I think it’s safe to say that there is a small part of me in every story I write, although this doesn’t mean I’ve had firsthand experience with everything that happens in those stories.</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Q: Do you do any research as part of the writing process? What does that entail?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: Of course. Research is important in terms of accuracy to detail. Now, this doesn’t necessarily mean I run out and enact everything in reality before it makes it to the page, but in terms of locations, historical detail, things like that then yes, research is important. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: Never let anyone make you feel as though you don’t deserve your dream. If you want to write, write. If you want people to read your work, show them.</span><br />
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<em><span style="color: red;">Bewitched by the vibrancy of city life, Rebecca Bond currently resides in London with The Boy, her fella of eight years. Originally from the sleepy Fens she uses a combination of urban and rural inspiration to carve stories steeped in fantasy. As long as there’s a good coffee house nearby and chocolate is always within reach Rebecca happily breezes through life and the hurdles it throws in her way.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: red;">By daylight Rebecca Bond is immersed in frantic city life working with the UK’s Law Enforcement officers, but by moonlight she uses her daily copperings to fuel her inner muse into creating erotic offerings, transforming mundane reality into exquisite fantasy.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: red;">Rebecca has works published on The Erotic Woman and Erotica for All websites, and in the recently released anthology ‘Uniform Behaviour’.</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="font-size: small;">Author Website: <a href="http://www.missrebeccabond.co.uk/">http://www.missrebeccabond.co.uk/</a> </span></span></span><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Twitter: <a href="http://www.twitter/MissRebeccaBond">http://www.twitter/MissRebeccaBond</a></span><br />
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