Friday, October 24, 2014

Why not and #FallingIntoLove with Ashley Ladd




 


 

 

Official Blurb:

Someone’s trying to kill Deanna, but is it the ghosts she doesn’t believe in, the rich socialite who might be a murderess, or someone else with a beef against The Gilroy Hotel and Resort that Deanna has just been hired to manage?  The Gilroy’s owners want the ghosts, or whoever is causing the trouble at the hotel eliminated, and they are pressuring Deanna to do the job as quickly as possible. Harry DeVeaux, paranormal investigator comes highly recommended to do the job and against Deanna’s better judgment, she hires him.

 


Although Deanna thinks Harry’s crazy for believing in ghosts and Harry thinks Deanna has a closed mind to the possibilities of ghosts and they highly annoy each other, sparks fly. Deanna can’t help but fantasize about Harry and inspired by a romance convention visiting her hotel, writes her fantasies in a private blog that Harry finds, hacks, and reads. Ooh la la!

 

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Wow!

Deanna reread her fantasy, barely able to believe she’d penned it, wondering if she should delete it. Did she really want to make out with Harry, a perfect stranger, on a public beach? Did she really want her words on the Internet, even in a supposedly private blog under a make-believe name?

Well, it was confidential, right? As long as she didn’t give anybody the web address or password or tell them about it, it would remain secret.

Enough fantasizing! She had to get back to work. Dragging the files out, she familiarized herself with the ghost sightings as well as Lynette’s and Grant’s history. By the time she finished, she knew how they’d died and the theories about their suicides-slash-murders. She also knew that everybody was afraid to point fingers at the now very influential and powerful Roxanne Cambridge-Anderson. Could Roxanne be behind the haunting [FB1] nonsense? Did she want the hotel shut down? But that made no sense. The rumors portrayed Roxanne as a murderess. It wouldn’t be in her best interest to keep their legend alive.

Deanna’s temples began to ache the harder she thought about everything, so she decided to go to sleep. Hopefully she’d awake if any hijinks took place in the bowling alley.

About three a.m., deafening booms awoke her. Light brightened lane fourteen and all but one pin lay scattered on the wooden floor.

Groggy, Deanna tried to gather her senses. She looked around then, to her horror, she saw an iridescent figure of a man on lane fourteen picking up a glowing ball. Collecting her presence of mind, she grabbed her webcam, pointed it at the ghostly shape and turned it on. Shaking, she tried to hold her computer steady. Not believing what she was seeing, she knew there had to be a rational explanation. Perhaps some machine was projecting the image onto the lanes. Perhaps a real person stood in front of her in glowing phosphorescent powder.

Whatever or whoever it was, picked up the ball, and knocked down the spare pin. Then the ‘apparition’ bowled three strikes in a row.

Unexpectedly, he turned and glared at her, fire shooting from his eyes. Pins flew from all the lanes at her. Her heart racing, she ducked under the score table.

 

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Author Bio:

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Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, cats, and playing on the computer.

 

She's often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.

 

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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Pamela S. Thibodeaux is Sharing her Book Choices @psthib




Blurb: Best-selling novelist and songwriter, Camie Rogers has penned numerous accounts of the secret love she holds in her heart. Country-Music Superstar Kip Allen has changed from the shy, humble boy, to the epitome of “star.” Can the two rediscover each other after one night of his Home is where the Heart is Tour?

Excerpt: Too soon, the concert was over, and security officers rushed her backstage. Waiting in the shadows apart from the throng of frenzied fans vying for autographs and pictures, she watched with concern as Kip raked his fingers through his hair. He heaved a tired sigh, insisted on no more autographs, and then headed for his dressing room.
Camie stepped forward, "Just one more autograph?" Kip turned at her soft request. His eyes lit with recognition, and he gave her an unreserved smile.
"Camie!" He enfolded her in a big hug. "What are you doing back here?"
A flush warmed her skin at the velvety-roughness of his voice. "I won the prize package from the radio station. You know: Front row seat, backstage pass, autographed C.D., etcetera, etcetera, etcetera." Her heart raced at his nearness, her body trembled in his strong embrace. Feeling way too comfortable in his arms, she disentangled herself and took a step back. 
 He grinned. "Great. You look good."
Her heart skipped a beat. "So do you." Electricity sizzled between them.
Always had.
Even in high school.
Theirs had been a subtle romance, underscored by sensual currents that hummed whenever their eyes met or they ventured into a conversation, both too shy to take the relationship further.
"What ever happened to us?"  She wondered aloud, finding it difficult to speak past her heart hammering in her throat. "I still get all tongue-tied when you're near." He smiled, that lazy, heart-stopping grin that drove females from age five to fifty into a frenzy.
 "You do?" he queried, pulling her closer once more.
The husky softness of his voice sent delicious shivers down her spine, and she choked on a yes.
"Me too." He stroked her cheek.
Her senses swirled at the tender touch. She placed her hand over his and gazed into his sea-green eyes. Whether a moment, an eternity, or the simple span of a heartbeat passed, she wasn’t sure, but she relished the encounter. He dropped his hand from her face and broke eye contact.
"I don't know what happened. I wanted to roam, you wanted a home." He chuckled at the corny rhyme.  "Sounds like the makings of a hit."


Purchase Links:
Pelican Book Group http://pelink.us/13N5j5g



Author bio: Award-winning author, Pamela S. Thibodeaux is the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”



Links:
Website address: http://www.pamelathibodeaux.com  
Twitter: http://twitter.com/psthib @psthib


Thanks Pam for sharing,

Tina

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Available for #PreOrder Deputy's Bride by @AnitaPhilmar - a #Hot #FallingIntoLove Story



A hot, historical western stand-alone story with a satisfying HEA.



Texas Deputy Bo Kildare is looking for a special kind of lady, one that is willing to meet his special requirements. No sweet little virgin will do, he wants a woman who knows how to please a man, perhaps two.


Recently widowed, Sarah Elizabeth Foster-LaFever has lived in the public eye for the last few years and wants out. Her reputation as Micah LaFever’s wife has left her penniless and without many viable options until Bo comes calling.

Now, she believes she found the perfect man until her past rears its ugly head. Can murder and corrupt dealings keep these two lovers from making it to the alter?

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Excerpt:

“Why Bo Kildare? You’re just the man I’ve been looking for.”

The fridge wind and the chilling words sent a shiver down Bo’s spine. His foot faltered on the wooden planks of the sidewalk. For months now he’d dodged every married woman in the territory. All of them had joined forces and decided he needed a wife. More mothers than he could name had introduced him to their daughters. Some even offered dowries for a quick marriage proposal. He’d manage to avoid the snare of virginal bride but it had been a close call a time or two.

As the deputy of Walker County, he had to be nice to the general population, but his patience was fried. After his long trip from Austin, and with another three or four hours ride before he’d reach his ranch, he didn’t need this hassle right now.

Forcing a smile on his face, he turned.

Madeline Cowden, his only friend in this war against the plot to get him devoted wife, stepped forward and wrapped her arm through his. “I believe I have the answer to that little problem you’re having.”

He grinned, delighted with the news that she might have found him a suitable lady to meet his unique situation. “Good. Why don’t we get in out of this bitter breeze and discuss the matter?”

Find now on preorder at Amazon - 



Bio 
Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.
Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.
Naughty or Nice?
Read her books and decide.




Thanks for sharing with us,


Tina


Monday, October 20, 2014

The Scent of Humanity by Margay Leah Justice #FallingIntoLove Read

Blurb

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Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice. In theory. But in one small town, in one family, that theory is put to the test.


 


Growing up in a rural town in Massachusetts was supposed to be safe, but for SILVIE CHILDS, that safety was shattered by a kidnapping attempt that forever changed her life. Now, nearly twenty years later, that sense of safety is challenged again by the kidnapping attempt on her young niece, and Silvie is left struggling with one question: How can something like this happen twice in one family?


 


It is a dilemma shared by NICK FAHEY, the detective assigned to the case. Arriving on the scene of the abduction attempt, Nick expects to run a routine investigation. Until he meets the victim, the niece of a woman he once considered a dear friend. Unfortunately, these days Silvie Childs can barely stand the sight of him.


 


Once there was a time when Silvie Childs worshipped Nick Fahey, believing he could do no wrong. Until the accident that nearly killed her brother; the accident that Nick reportedly caused. Coming on the heels of her own near abduction, the accident skewed Silvie’s ability to trust men – especially Nick. But now, with the attempt on her niece’s safety, Silvie finds herself in the untenable position of having to trust Nick to bring the kidnapper to justice.


 


That trust is severely tested when, after only two months, the case is closed for lack of new evidence. Feeling betrayed by the system in which she works as a paralegal and by Nick, Silvie takes matters into her own hands. Contacting local news stations to generate interest in the case, allowing herself to be filmed hanging sketches of the suspect on telephone poles, she will risk her own safety to protect that of her niece. When her efforts re-open the wounds of her past, she is once again forced to put her trust in the one man who still has the power to hurt her – Nick.






“What’s this?” he asked, cupping her face in his hand and running the thumb along the lower edge of her too-full lips. “A little hint of maturity? Silvie Childs apologizing?”
            She nipped his thumb at the jibe, not hard, just enough that he hissed out a breath in reaction. All hint of humor fled from him. He was intent, serious now, every nerve in his body on high alert. “Is that how you want to play it?” he whispered, his voice guttural. “Huh?” He moved a little closer to her, maneuvering her up against the open door. Slipped his thumb between her lips, parting them. “You think we’ve danced around this enough for one day, hmm?”
            “I don’t know what you mean.” Her lips brushed against his thumb as she spoke, igniting a spark within him. Interesting.
            “Liar,” he said as he dipped his head close enough to replace his thumb with his lips. But he didn’t. Instead, he skimmed his lips along her cheekbone to her right ear, flicked his tongue along the rim of the opening. Into her ear, he whispered, “When you stop lying to yourself, I’ll give you what you want.”
            She grabbed the hand he still cupped her face with, the gesture almost – convulsive. Hmm, what was that about? Her breath in his ear sent a shiver throughout his body. “And what,” she whispered against his cheek, “do you think I want?”
            He nipped her earlobe, smiled at her shocked gasp. Soothing the nip with a flick of his tongue, he murmured, “Oh, I don’t know.” Into her ear, “Think about it.” Sliding his lips along her cheek as he withdrew, he couldn’t resist allowing the tip of his tongue to flit across her lips in parting. When she opened her mouth as if in protest, he warned, “Uh-ah, you’ve got to stop lying to yourself first.”
            She slipped her fingers into his hair, grabbing hanks of it to anchor his head and prevent his retreat. He resisted the urge to smile – and to kiss her when she made the overture to him. He merely slipped his thumb back over her lips, using it as a barrier between them. When she cast him a pleading look, he asked, “Do you still hate me?”
            “Yes,” she admitted when he slid his thumb away, releasing her lips from captivity. “More than ever.”
            He smiled and angled his head, as if preparing to kiss her. “Why?” he asked instead.
            “You know why!”
            “Mm,” he murmured, accepting that as her answer. “And who do you hate more right now?” He dipped his head a little closer. “Me, because I won’t do what you want – or you, because you want it?”
            “Me, all me,” she whispered as she swooped in close and took what she wanted from him. What he allowed her to take from him. Voraciously.
            Good Lord, he thought moments before she pulled away, shock at her own actions clearly written on her face. Where had she learned to kiss like that?
            “Ah, Silvie,” he said, dragging his thumb over her full lower lip before he favored her with a lingering, open-mouthed kiss, “I don’t think you hate me as much as you think you do.” He pulled back before she could respond – to his words or his kiss – and jogged down the three short steps from her front porch to the walkway. “Goodnight, Silvie,” he called over a shoulder. “Lock the door behind me.”



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Bio:

A versatile author who likes to write in multiple genres, Margay Leah Justice is the published author of three books: Nora's Soul, Sloane Wolf and The Scent of Humanity. In her free time, she can be found penning her new story, reading (of course!) or knitting up something warm and toasty for her family.

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Saturday, October 18, 2014

Till Heaven Then Forever by Linda Heavner Gerald #FallingIntoLove

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Lily and Brian had it all or did they?  Even with all of the success and wealth, living in the beautiful islands of the Bahamas did not guarantee happiness.  The desire for more.  That feeling, something is missing haunted Lily.  Eventually, the unhappiness spread to Brian.  Together, they find the answer that generates true happiness.  Lily and Brian find, "Till Heaven Then Forever."  The answer to the void in all of us.

  
 Prologue:   Till Heaven Then Forever

 

     There are those who would say that I am selfish and weak.  They are correct.  There are those who would say that my soul will be eternally damned.  That, you see, is the sticking point.  For days, I have prayed that God would forgive me for what I am seriously contemplating.  So serious am I that I have collected every bottle of pain and sleeping medications from our home.  I have even thrown in a few bottles of pain meds from our dog, Napoleon.  As I continue to think on my upcoming decision, I am very calm.  It is not a spontaneous action which I am about to commit.  No, it is well thought out and has been in my thought process for at least two months.  It is all that I can think on.  My time of late has been spent on my knees by her bed. 

     “Please, Dear God, I don’t want to be damned as some here on earth proclaim.  Yet, I can’t go forward.  In the deepest pocket of my heart, I find solace when I think of what I am about to do.  Not chaos, not any fear, no dread, just peace at the thought of the outcome.  You promised heavenly Father that you would never allow us to be tempted beyond our control if we depend on you.  My life since meeting her has been in your control.  I gladly turned over my will to you when I witnessed the joy which she possessed.  When she spoke of you, the peace and light which were emitted from her convinced me that YOU are real.  Together, we read our Bible each morning and we would begin our day in prayer.  Always we would ask guidance from you and that you would direct each step

         Never did I miss the bars and chaos which shrouded my life before her.  She introduced me to you; the joy and peace which only you can provide.  Now, I ask you for that same peace which I have always known from you.  Dear Father, if I am about to do wrong, I believe that you will fill my heart with distress; instead, there is only peace that the pain might soon be at an end.  Let the world proclaim that I committed grievous error.  You are the only one whose judgment of me matters.  So, here I am.  Humbly asking that you will bring me home with you; please tell her that I am about to enter your world.  To you, I come without fear.  It is only leaving here, this present world which causes disdain.  What if I do not take enough?  To be left here, without her, in a vegetative state would be worse than death.  So, I pray that you will help me in this last act.  I look forward to seeing you and all those who have gone before.  Amen.”

     Now, my conscience is clear.  I look at all of the various shaped bottles.  About twenty in all with different levels of the pain and sleeping concoctions; the glass of water is filled to the top so that once I begin, there is no going back.  I am ready but one last time, I want to think over my life since she became a part.  If there is any reason for me to remain here, I know that my God will show it to me as I reflect over a long and happy life.  What more joy could anyone know?

     This is not a religious dissertation.   My story is not unique; it is our story of love and devotion. Every married couple has “their” story.  Ours is not special.  An older man who had given up on finding love and a younger woman who had suffered more than she could bear but had continued fighting for a good life for herself and her son.  The story of many yet, I feel that it needs to be told.  For when all is said and done, Lord, it is a story of redemption from you.  It is the tale of two people who had become enmeshed in the lies of this world.  Those subtle lies which so many fall into without even knowing it until suddenly, they have left you behind and are attempting to do things their way; their life is a mess and they wonder why. Yes, this is the story of the fallen of the world; those who want to change but wonder if they can. Finally, this is the tale of the love of God which surpasses all understanding.  If you believe him, you learn that you certainly can change and he will still bless you.  He takes the mess that you have made and sews those loose ends into something like a beautiful quilt.  Maybe, your tale is even more touching as those who lived in the shadows of the church without being as foolish as I.

   So, if you are at the end of your life and you think that you have “blown it”; listen to my heartfelt plea which is that you might understand that with God, it is never too late.  Sure, when I read the scripture and the promises of my God, it is difficult not to consider how my life might be different now, at the end.  What if I had remained faithful to THE truth?  Would I have accomplished greatness?  Maybe, yet I am so happy with my life.  Just maybe when I stand soon before the God of the Universe who is a kind God but is also just; he has to be just. Just maybe, God will tell me what a good job I did on earth.  When I turn to face my reward, maybe I will cry tears of joy at all the faces whose lives I touched but never even knew.  That is my hope. You decide if this is worth passing on.   A tribute to my love, Lily but even more to my God; if you know him then you understand my message.


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Linda Heavner Gerald began writing about two years ago.  Since that time, she has written and published six novels.  One is on the way shortly.  Her writing started with a nightly vision in which she saw a young girl walking down the street in her beloved Beaufort, N.C.  This was a place where Linda sailed frequently.  She knew that the girl had a serious problem but was not in immediate jeopardy.  Also she knew that the girl was not her.  Eventually she prayed to God for guidance.  The answer was her first book, Beaufort Betrayal.  "That book will always be special to me for it started me on this latest adventure.  One which I never dreamed of experiencing.  Writing is one of the most exhilarating subjects which I have ever enjoyed."  She feels that God has blessed her with this wonderful talent.


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Thanks Linda for sharing,


Tina

Friday, October 17, 2014

Party, Party, Party with The Temporarily Employed Authors on Vicki Batman's FB Page



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Come join us at


https://www.facebook.com/pages/Vicki-Batman-sassy-writer-of-sexy-and-funny-fiction/133506590074451?ref=hl


 


Let me tell you a little about Vicki

Like some of her characters, award-winning author, Vicki Batman has worked a wide variety of jobs including lifeguard, ride attendant at an amusement park; a hardware store, department store, book store, antique store clerk; administrative assistant in an international real estate firm; and a general “do anything gal” at a financial services firm--the list is endless.


Writing for several years, she has completed three manuscripts, written essays, and sold many short stories to TRUE LOVE, TRUE ROMANCE, TRUE CONFESSIONS, NOBLE ROMANCE PUBLISHING, LONG AND SHORT REVIEWS, MUSEITUP PUBLISHING, and THE WILD ROSE PRESS. She is a member of RWA and several writing groups and chapters. In 2004, she joined DARA and has served in many capacities, including 2009 President. DARA awarded her the Robin Teer Memorial Service Award in 2010.


Most days begin with her hands set to the keyboard and thinking "What if??"


 


Here is her links
 


Website: http://vickibatman.blogspot.com


Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Vicki-Batman-sassy-writer-of-sexy-and-funny-fiction/133506590074451?ref=hl


Twitter: https://twitter.com/VickiBatman


Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/vickibatman




Plotting Princesses: http://plottingprincesses.blogspot.com





Here's the timetable beginning at 10 am cst:
10: Vicki Batman, Sylvia McDaniel
11: Paloma Beck, Lynda Coker
12: Angi Morgan, Kimberley Troutte
1: Alisha Paige Wilson, Donnell Bell
2: Elizabeth Essex, Karilyn Bentley
3: Liz Lipperman, Kristina Knight
4: D'Ann Linscott Dunham, Tina Gayle
5: Magdalena Scott, Betty Bolte
6: Melissa Keir, Kayelle Allen
7: Alexa Bourne, Barbara Barrett
7:30: Allie Harrison
8: Done!


As you can see I'll be at the party at around 4:00 pm  cst.




I'm celebrating the release of my book Stormy - stop by and win prizes.



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Or if you're interest check out my book on amazon


http://www.amazon.com/Stormy-Tina-Gayle-ebook/dp/B00N8797R4




Hope to see you at the party,


Tina



Thursday, October 16, 2014

#FallingIntoLove Presents Jade Cain's book "One Way or Another"

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Blurb:
Meet Ethan Kovac and Isaac Duncan, co-stars of the new sitcom, One Way or Another. Ethan’s ditching a career full of terrible tween movies, while Isaac needs to cash in some of his ‘serious actor’ cred for, well, cash. Ethan’s gay and closeted and not happy about it. Isaac has enough issues as a black man in Hollywood without dealing with rumors about his sexuality too.

Neither of them counted on the red hot chemistry that has them fighting to keep their hands off each other.

When the gossip mags suggest that their epic off-screen bromance is just a front for a sizzling affair, the two men have to play the Hollywood game, and find the line between keeping things private and denying who they are to one another.

UPFRONT, PILOT, HIATUS, SWEEPS, and FINALE: five hot, sweet stories of three actors, two second chances, and one romance that’ll shock an entire television viewing audience.


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Excerpt:

A blonde from TV Guide fires the opening salvo. “You guys have to be so excited to be co-starring with Samantha Jensen. What’s she like to work with?”

“She’s great,” Ethan says truthfully. “We’re old friends. It’s nice to have a chance to work together again.”

“Yeah, you oughta see the two of them on set,” Isaac says. “Trading hair secrets. I think Sam’s trying to teach him how to braid her hair.”

“We gotta do something to keep ourselves busy while the makeup people are oiling you up for your next scene,” Ethan retorts. There’s an easy warmth moving back and forth between them that has nothing to do with the champagne. They’ve been sassing at each other since the first day of shooting. Having an audience to play for just ups the stakes.

“So does that mean we get to see more scenes of you shirtless?” the reporter asks, all but batting her lashes at Isaac.

“You would not believe the money they saved on wardrobe,” Ethan says. “I’m surprised they bothered with pants, have you seen this guy? I started going to the gym just to keep from vanishing behind him.”

The reporters are laughing, which is good for two reasons: they aren’t asking stupid questions, and if they like Ethan and Isaac, they’ll give the show a favorable write up.

After a few minutes of back and forth, the reporters wander on to the next group. “Hair-braiding?” Ethan raises an eyebrow. “Man, that was lame.”

Isaac laughs. “Come on, give me a break. I can’t be witty all the time.”

“Yeah, I know how it is,” Ethan says, sipping from his glass. “Gotta be hard, coasting on nothing but good looks and talent.”

“Sucks to be us, huh?”

Ethan grins. “You saying I’m hot? I’ll take that.”

“Dude, how hard did you hit it last night?” Isaac eyes him with a sly grin. Ethan’s first thought is for the guy Karen sent packing that morning. Does he know? “You were looking rough when you showed up this afternoon.”

Oh, the hangover. “Yeah, my agency party was last night,” Ethan says.

“Don’t get me wrong, ‘rough’ works for you. I’ve seen you show up for shit looking like you rolled out of bed five minutes before and were still half-drunk, and you still wound up on the cover of something.” Isaac shakes his head admiringly. “I forget to shave and people start gossiping about what’s gone wrong.”

“Yeah well, at least you don’t wind up on ‘Top Ten Disney Stars Gone Wild’.” Ethan drains his glass. He tries not to think about Isaac, unshaved and rumpled, lying on equally rumpled sheets, half-awake and wholly-sexy. Stop fantasizing about your co-workers, Kovac.

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Author Bio:

Jade Cain writes what turns her on: hot men in uniform, confident women who know what they need, the heady feeling of lust when you realize you're about to get everything you ever wanted. She writes (and reads) about lovers of all genders who laugh together--and sometimes at each other. Sex is fun, and often silly, and her works celebrate that humor alongside the heat. When she isn't writing erotica, she writes romance for a traditional publisher under another name

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Thanks for sharing,
 Tina!