#CoverReveal Freeing Lana by #Author Kristin Elyon #Adult

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covergifTitle: Freeing Lana

Series: To Have Control #2

Author: Kristin Elyon

Audience: Adult / Erotica

Genre: DARK Erotica/ BDSM

Formats: E-book and Paperback

Publisher: Kristin Elyon

Cover by: Kande’s Pixels

Expected Date of Publishing: September 10, 2014

 

 

 

blurb

Lana Martin had a simple life, uncomplicated by the things that normally plagued her friends. But then terror struck and she found herself the unwilling plaything of a sexual deviant. Under his control, she is forced to endure things that would have crushed most people, but somehow she managed to stay alive long enough to be rescued and return to a normal life.

Only life would never be normal again for Lana, because she came out of the ordeal with an unsettling knowledge that she had never been truly happy before. The deeply terrifying events she had endured had done something she hadn’t expected; they had awakened something dark inside of her, a lust that could only be satisfied under the protection of a black hood. She found that only in that darkness, could she truly be free from her inhibitions.

When Daniel Morrow, the man who had held her captive is released from prison, Lana’s nightmare begins again, and she fears she will never be safe again. Her life, her future now relies on one man, the man she had once dismissed as unable to satisfy her longing, her former boyfriend Sergio Marsilis. Follow along with Lana as the darkness is awakened inside of her, and then as she searches for the one thing that has always eluded her, perfect sexual freedom.

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“I’m here to see Daniel Morrow.”

“Are you on his visitor’s list?”

“I believe I am.”

Lana Martin had no idea if she was in fact on his visitor’s list or not, but the letter she had received in the mail indicated that she was. He had been brief with his short letter. No hello, no apology, just a simple line that told her she was on the list. Whether the action itself had been borne of arrogance or some continued intent to inflict pain, she didn’t know any more than she knew why she was standing here now.

The uniformed woman behind the glass – most likely bullet proof, she presumed – only took a second to verify her name and then motioned to a door to Lana’s right. A low buzzing could immediately be heard, followed by the dull clunk of the door’s locking mechanism being disengaged. She crossed the short distance and pulled the door open. It opened into a small room that was cut in half by a thick glass wall. Every three feet, the wall was sectioned by wooden partitions. A chair sat between each set of partitions and she could see a phone on either side of the glass in each section as well. Hollywood had apparently gotten this visitor’s room right in the movies, because it looked just like the ones she had seen on television.

There were seven places for visitor’s to sit with a corresponding chair on the other side of the glass for the prisoner they were visiting. Two of these sections, both off to Lana’s left, were already in use. A guard motioned for her to take the chair directly under the red stenciled 6, one chair from the end. As she took the chair, she saw why she had not been searched before coming in here as she had been expecting. There was no slot or opening of any kind in the glass. The visitors couldn’t pass anything along to the prisoners even if they were inclined to try. So no cakes with a file inside, no pack of Marlboros or even so much as a pinup poster of Christy Canyon, the old school porn star could be given to the prisoners here. And clearly they couldn’t even hear through the glass, thus the necessity of the phones.

The separation between her and the man who would be soon sitting across from her and the safety it implied did little to ease her fears. It wasn’t him she was afraid of, not in this moment. He had done unthinkable things to her and if given the chance he would probably do worse, but it wasn’t what she knew he was capable of that scared her. She was more afraid of why she was here in the first place. She had asked herself that several times on the drive over, and again at the building’s front doors, but she still didn’t have an answer for it and that scared the hell out of her.

Tom Tinkerton would absolutely flip his lid if he knew she was here. Hell, if he even knew about the letter, she was certain something most horribly final would have already happened to the man she was here to see. Tink had that sort of pull, and she couldn’t fool herself into thinking he wouldn’t kill the man if he knew he had contacted her at all.

She glanced back at the door and the guard standing beside it, wondering if there was still time to just get up and leave. But time wasn’t the issue. She didn’t want to leave, not yet anyway. And then he was sitting in front of her, inches away and separated only by a wall of glass. Daniel Morrow, the man who had reached deep down inside of her and ripped out her very soul. What had remained, what had been revealed, she still couldn’t fully define or understand, but when she saw him retrieve the telephone, she did the same and waited for his voice to come through the line.

“Lana, I knew you would come.”

That same smooth voice she had come to loathe while she had been in his captivity still held within it the same confident undertone she had recognized at the very beginning. In this setting, with any and all chances of danger absent, it was as if she was hearing his voice for the first time, and the way her name rolled off of the tip of his tongue was somehow incredibly alluring. She wanted to bolt for the door, but she couldn’t move, trapped there in that chair by his mesmerizing stare.

“I want you to do something for me,” he said, his penetrating eyes locked on hers. Was he serious? She wanted to scream at him, tell him he had no right to ask anything of her. Instead, she continued to sit there in silence, her gaze still fixed on his. She couldn’t say anything.

“I want you to slip your hand under the table while no one is watching and touch yourself.”

She felt the anger threaten to boil up from inside her, but it was only a threat, so she tried to make herself feel surprised, but that too was nothing more than a wasted effort. Had she really expected anything different? Had she really wanted anything different? She looked down at her hand and then she did feel genuine surprise. Her hand was slowly moving toward the edge of the table.

“I have to go,” she managed, without looking up at him.

It was all she could do to keep from running as she left the room and then crossed the lobby. Once outside however she broke for her car. Lana dropped her keys twice before she was able to get the car unlocked. When the door mercifully closed behind her, she started the engine and took out her phone. Before she could hit the send button after scrolling down to Tink’s name, her hand was already between her legs. A low moan escaped her lips as she heard him answer the call.

“If you can sneak away for a bit,” she whispered into the phone, “I really need you inside me right now.”

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clip_image006During the day I work as a senior portrait photographer and a graphic designer. I’m also a college student who loves zombies, vampires, and werewolves. Anything supernatural I am drawn to along with Starbucks frappes! I spend my free time watching The Vampire Diaries, The Walking Dead and True Blood.

My favorite genre to write is erotica and it’s strongly recommended by my readers to make sure you have your sham wow panties on because my stories will leave you with moisture in the very best of places.

 

 

 

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#Blogtour Twelfth Sun by MAE CLAIR

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SYNOPSIS

The hunky young PhD knows all about seduction, but what does he know about love?

Reagan Cassidy is settled in her life. She has a thriving interior design firm, an upscale condo, two cats, and a goldfish. As a favor to her uncle, she agrees to team up with his marine archeologist friend to validate and retrieve a nineteenth-century journal, reputedly that of a passenger aboard the doomed schooner Twelfth Sun. Finding a hunky twenty-five-year-old coming out of the shower in her hotel room wasn’t part of the deal, but it’s hard to complain…

Dr. Elijah Cross is cocky and he knows it. He enjoys trading barbs with the lovely Reagan. Barbs, and some innuendo. He can tell she’d rather get back home to her business than stick around for the extended treasure hunt they’ve been talked into, but he’s fine with the situation. At least, until the “clues” start getting personal.

Reagan finds Dr. Gorgeous is as skilled in matters of the heart as he is behind the lectern. Throw in a series of clues which mean more to Elijah than he’ll explain, several odd-ball competitors out to win the journal, a saboteur, and a lavish seaside mansion, and Reagan has enough trouble keeping her head straight, let alone her heart.

WARNING: Younger man, older woman, nautical riddles and romance.

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EXCERPT

“My dad’s father was part gypsy. Besides, the sea is in my blood.” Elijah turned onto his side, locking his good leg over hers, holding her in place. Pushing up on one elbow, he stared down at her, abruptly serious. “Did you know a good marine archaeologist could spend his entire life studying a single wreck and never be bored? Never feel the need to move onto something else?” He stroked her cheek, brushing her hair aside. “That’s what I want to do with you, Reagan. I want to spend my days and nights learning about you. Everything about you. What you think. The way you smell…” He leaned forward, inhaling the light scent of the honeysuckle oil she’d used in her bath.

Ping! Warning claxons flared in her head. Elijah, playful and teasing she could control. Elijah, serious and romantic meant trouble.

“The way you feel.” His fingers tracked down her arm and hooked into the flimsy belt holding her robe shut. “The way you taste.” His mouth closed over hers at precisely the moment he tugged open her robe.

AUTHOR INFO

Mae Clair

Mae Clair opened a Pandora’s Box of characters when she was a child and never looked back.  Her father, an artist who tinkered with writing, encouraged her to create make-believe worlds by spinning tales of far-off places on summer nights beneath the stars. She snagged the tail of a comet, hitched a ride, and discovered her writer’s Muse on the journey.
Mae loves creating character-driven fiction in settings that vary from contemporary to mythical. Wherever her pen takes her, she flavors her stories with conflict, romance and elements of mystery. Married to her high school sweetheart, she lives in Pennsylvania and is passionate about writing, old photographs, a good Maine lobster tail and cats.
Discover more about Mae on her website and blog at www.MaeClair.com


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#CoverReveal Read to Me by #Author Nona Raines #novella #erotica

Read to Me by Nona Raines

Published by The Wild Rose Press (a Scarlet rosette)

Genre: Erotic M/F novella

Releasing: May 30, 2014

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Synopsis

At the age of forty-four, Blaise Blankenship believes her own opportunity for romance has long since passed until she accidentally lands in the lap of a sexy stranger. She and the handsome Latino connect over an afternoon at a local bookstore, sharing their love of erotica. Blaise is swept away by an impetuous, hot, “no last names” night together. But the morning after reveals a truth she can’t ignore—or avoid.

Excerpt

His gaze roamed the stacks. “Interesting place. I enjoy book shops, but I’ve never been here before.”

“It’s one of my favorite spots. I love to come and browse, just sit and read.”

“I read so much for my job, I’ve gotten out of the habit of reading for enjoyment. I miss it.” He pulled a book from the shelf and showed her the spine. Lady Chatterley’s Lover. “This is one of my favorites.”

Suddenly, it became difficult to breathe. “Yes.” She forced the word through her constricted throat. “That’s an amazing novel.”

Constance Chatterley could only find sexual fulfillment with gamekeeper Oliver Mellors. This man, whoever he was, would make a perfect Mellors.

And she would be Lady Chatterley?

As he stood holding the D.H. Lawrence volume, Blaise imagined his large hands stroking her, caressing her body. She quivered, her panties moistening.

Look away, look away!

Quickly, she redirected her gaze to his face. His lips quirked in a little smile. Oh, God, had he guessed where her thoughts had wandered? “Umm, I take the bus all the time, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

He nodded. “I usually drive to work and back, but my car’s in the shop and I couldn’t catch a ride with anyone, so…” He extended his hand. “I’m Guy, by the way.”

“Hi, I’m Blaise.” When they shook hands, she again flashed to the image of him touching her in more intimate ways.

He replaced Lady Chatterley on the shelf. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your reading.” He nodded at her book. “Cupid’s Delight. I’m not familiar with that one. Any good?”

Blood rushed to her cheeks. Oh Blaise, don’t be a baby. She cleared her throat, flustered by the feelings this man brought out in her. “Too early to tell. I haven’t started it.”

“It sounds intriguing, doesn’t it?” His gaze held hers and excitement fizzed through her.

She swallowed hard and nodded. “I think so, too.”

With a tilt of his head, Guy indicated the red velvet loveseat wedged into the corner. “Maybe we could sit, read it together.”

Her breath hitched, and her heart thumped so hard she’d have been surprised if he couldn’t see her blouse flutter. Had this man actually asked to read erotica with her? Yes.

And was she going to agree? Yes!

Author Bio

Nona Raines became hooked on romances when she first picked up “The Flame and the Flower” by Kathleen Woodiwiss (and she’s not telling how long ago that was). Romances may have changed since then, but her love for a good love story has not. She’s been writing off and on for years, but it was only when she joined the Central

New York Romance Writers Association that she finally gained the support and confidence she needed to complete a manuscript.

Nona lives in upstate New York with her many pets and is currently working on her next novel. A former librarian, she enjoys reading books of all genres and discussing them with others. Her books include The Man Series (One Good Man, Take This Man and Her Perfect Man) from The Wild Rose Press and Uncollared from Loose Id. Her transgender romance His Kind of Woman was a GLBT finalist in the 2014 DABWAHA competition sponsored by the Dear Author and Smart Bitches, Trashy Books review blogs.

Author Links:

Link to website: www.nonaraines.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/NonaRaines.author

Twitter: https://twitter.com/nonaraines

Blog: http://divasofdesire.blogspot.com/

Amazon page: amazon.com/author/nonaraines

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#VBT Breath of Dragons by #Author Barbara Kloss #Giveaway #YA #Fantasy

Barbara Kloss studied biochemistry at California Polytechnic State University, and after she began working in a clinical lab, found herself daydreaming about far off lands and slightly deranged wizards. She, her husband, baby boy, and Lhasa currently live in Arizona, where she escapes the summer heat by writing about lush vegetation and moderate to cold climates. Author of the Pandoran Novels, a YA fantasy series.

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Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Barbara-Kloss/e/B005V06A0I/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1389994597&sr=8-1

Book Description:

After Prince Alaric’s death, Daria and Alex set off in search of the legendary box of the Pandors’. The box is famed to hold a secret of power—one strong enough to overcome Lord Eris and the shield of power he stole from Valdon. Daria doesn’t know where the box is hidden, but she can’t ignore the silent urging, beckoning her to the land of Pendel—the land her mother, Aurora Pandor, was from.

Time is running out. Lord Eris’s army of shadowguard vastly outnumber Valdon’s forces, and if Daria doesn’t find the box in time, Valdon will need reinforcements from the other territories to survive. But those territories will not hand over their armies willingly, not without Daria’s hand in marriage.

And there is another, older power rising, one that hasn’t been seen in centuries—one thought lost since the days of Galahad: the dragons.

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Sal left, and Alex put one hand on my waist, took my hand in his, and led me into the next dance.

“Where have you been?” I hadn’t meant the words to sound accusatory, but they did.

Alex raised a dark brow, looking a little startled by my outburst. “Where I always am: keeping both eyes on you, and that seems to require a lot of energy these days.” His gaze trailed after Sal, who had already found another morsel to snack on in the form of one of Alex’s groupies.

“You said he’s a thane?” I asked.

Alex nodded, his gaze drifting back to mine. “He governs the land on the western shores. He is Mercedes’ nephew. He will be furious with me for cutting in like this, but I couldn’t help it. He looked like he was about to eat you alive.”

“How do you know I wasn’t about to eat him alive?” I teased. I tried pulling Alex closer, but he firmly held me back at an appropriate distance.

“Careful, your grace,” he said, eyes locked on mine.

He was setting the precedence for our conversation tonight. He was holding up barriers and urging me to stand behind them. He was reminding me that I was a princess and he was my guard, and that I had better act that way.

A new piece started, much slower than the others, and the melody had a kind of lilting and heartbreaking quality to it. I tried not to take it as any kind of symbolism. Still, the dancing slowed and couples moved closer. Even Alex pulled me close, sliding one arm around my waist, and I was distinctly aware of the warmth soaking through the fabric of his sleeve and onto my bare lower back.

“How are you feeling?” Alex asked. His expression was carefully stoic, but his eyes were layered in concern.

“Well, if you must know, I feel a little bit like a pinwheel. Much more twirling and I might just twirl myself right off the edge of this balcony.”

Alex grinned. “We don’t have to dance. I could escort you back to—”

“No.” I held him tighter, gazing defiantly into his eyes. “I missed my turn last time, and I’ve regretted it ever since. But I am a little surprised you’re allowing this…?”

“Allowing what, exactly, your grace?” Even behind his walls of formality, he made the words your grace sound like an expression of intimacy only lovers used.

“Us dancing together.”

“Ah.” He was so controlled and elegant. “I didn’t see any harm in it, considering I’m your Aegis and that you’ve already had your fair share of attention this evening.” There was a glint in his eyes that made me certain he’d heard Sal’s proposition.

“And I see that you’ve had yours.” I glanced askance at the group of girls watching us, clearly unhappy that I’d stolen their shiny new toy.

Alex followed my gaze then whispered, “It’s nice seeing you jealous.”

I let out something of a snort. “Well, I could just put an end to it by ordering you to dance with me the rest of the evening. I’m not so sure I want to share you.” I tried to move in a little closer, but Alex’s grip firmly held me back again.

“I’m sorry, your grace,” he said, his eyes glittering like emeralds, “but I would have to politely refuse those orders.”


Book 2:

Winter has fallen upon Valdon.

It’s been five months since Daria Regius arrived at the castle, and her grandfather, the king, has stripped her of all freedoms, building even more barriers around her lonely life.

But darkness moves. Rumors abound about a dark rider, sending ancient and unspeakable horrors to the territories, and the citizens of Gaia are filled with fear. And fear blurs the lines of loyalty and trust, honor and allegiance, and cultivates dissonance throughout the kingdom. The people are anxious for this year’s games, because this year, according to prophecy, selecting a champion means a true king can be chosen, and only once that true king is chosen can the people have any hopes of defeating the evil amassing around them.

Propelled by fear for those she loves, unexpected friendships, and harrowing betrayal, Daria must gain the courage to escape the barriers set around her life and confront the evil that threatens to destroy Gaia—before it finds her and takes her life first.

 

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For centuries, the people of Gaia have kept their magical world a secret to protect Earth from themselves. But magic can’t save them from the evil they face within. The key to their salvation lies with eighteen-year old Daria Jones, a young girl from Earth with no magical ability at all.

Or so she thought.

Her father’s mysterious disappearance from their Fresno, California home sets a whirlwind of events in motion, and Daria soon learns where to find him. The only problem is that she’s learned this information from Alex—the guy she grew up with. The guy that was her very best friend until three years ago when he left without a trace. But now he’s back (and devastatingly handsome. Unfortunately.) And he’s claiming that her father has been taken to a magical world—a magical world Alex has been all this time. The same magical world she must go to in order to save her father.

Now Daria has to decide whether to stay away from the guy that betrayed her, or to trust him with helping her find her father. But if this evil finds her first, she won’t even get the choice.

 

#BlogTour Married to the Job by #Author Cynthia Racette #Romance

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Married to the Job Blog Tour

By Cynthia Racette

February 10 – 28

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Dr. Miranda Perry is a workaholic scientist whose job is everything to her. When sexy, smart, and suave Dr. Russell Rogers visits to give a seminar, though, he blows her world apart.

It’s love at first sight for Russ, and he uses every trick in his arsenal to convince Miranda to go out with him. In the short time they have together, sparks fly and the sexual tension burns up the sheets.

After Russ returns to his job in Boston, the two engage in hectic, emotional- and sex-filled rendezvous, but their liaisons don’t cut it for either of them and a choice must be made. With each committed to prestigious positions on opposite sides of the country, will they let the fire burn out because each is married to the job?

Goodreads Link – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20549789-married-to-the-job?from_search=true

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EXCERPT

After all the audience members who had crowded around him asking questions left, he closed his laptop and put his papers into his briefcase. She’d been standing by watching him interact with the people who came up to him to ask a question. Whether he spoke to a man or woman, he carefully explained his point, respecting their own knowledge and experience. When everyone was gone, he strode over to her, his eyes pinning her against the wall where she was leaning. Her heart beat faster.

All at once she realized she hadn’t given even a single thought to her experiment, and she chided herself. He was only a speaker for their series and would be gone within moments. She’d been so mesmerized by his lecture that everything but his voice had faded into the background. How had she let that happen? She’d never forgotten her work before.

From time to time while listening to him, she’d shivered at the very sexy, low, throaty timbre of his voice. She could imagine him whispering sweet nothings in her ear. As he came up to her and smiled, she swallowed and tried to get ahold of herself. This was ridiculous. She was a serious scientist.

“Wow.” She cleared her throat. “You had them in the palm of your hand within the first five minutes. You’re an excellent speaker.”

He bowed slightly. “Thank you. Right now I’m also a thirsty and hungry speaker. Could I talk you into going out with me for a drink and maybe some appetizers?”

Now that she’d remembered it, her thoughts went immediately to her experiment. She hated to leave it, but she was torn. She hadn’t had this kind of strong attraction to anyone ever and yet, her experiment was tremendously important to her career. Screwing her mouth up in disappointment, she said, “I’m sorry. I can’t. I have some extremely important results coming through the supercomputer. It’s something I’ve been awaiting for some time.”

“Ah, so that’s why you rushed into the lobby just in time to whisk me to the lecture hall when I got here and then ran off to let me prepare the equipment alone. You have a hot project on the burner.”

She grinned. “Guilty. I hope you didn’t feel abandoned.”

“No. I’ve been in the same boat. I figured you had something going on. Or, at least I figured that after I checked my breath and gave my armpits a sniff.” He winked.

“I’m sorry. I’d really like to go out and get a drink with you, calm my nerves a little after watching that computer for hour after hour. Plus, I missed lunch.” Not to mention she didn’t want to say good-bye to him yet. And she was damned tired of eating meals alone at her desk and spending evenings and nights hunched over printouts and lists of numbers. Then there was the urge to touch him and wend her fingers through his rich brown hair.

Putting both hands into his pants’ pockets, he rocked back on his heels. “Tell you what. You take me around back and show me your setup. Then you can take a peek at the computer and make sure it’s proceeding through its program okay. Maybe after that you’ll feel more at ease leaving it for a bit to go out for drinks and sustenance.”

“Deal.” She grinned again. It was so nice to enjoy the company of someone who understood what it was like to be babysitting a project. She hardly knew him yet, but what she knew of him she liked. They had a chemistry that zinged between them like electricity between two clouds. She’d be a fool not to follow through with him as far as she could. If he left in the morning, that wouldn’t be far, but she could dream, couldn’t she?

 

Author Bio

Cynthia is a New York native, currently living in Western New York. She and her hubby moved from the capital area in Albany to be near their grandchildren, one, five, and six. They are adorable, much more adorable than other grandchildren. She is retired, except for her writing, but she still writes prolifically. She is one of those weird people who has always been a writer, long before she thought of it as a job. When not writing, she is reading, traveling (especially south in winter), and swimming in her pool with her grandbabies.

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Email–  cracette5@gmailcom

Website— http://www.cynthiaracette.com

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A little girl whose family has been split up by divorce is led by a ghost to some e with the power to warp the personal realities of those who roll them. Using them to make herself a teenager, and her teenage sister a little girl, she starts a chase to bring her home and set things right. Then, as her mom begins to understand the dice’s potential, she comes up with a plan to get back at the trophy wife who stole her husband. But, when she learns the dice’s true origins, which are linked to tragedy and death, the mom questions what to do next.

 

 

 

 

 

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Lindsay looked at her kid sister. “So, whatcha wanna do?”

“I wanna be big like you. I wish I was big like you.”

Lindsay chuckled. “You will be eventually. You heard Mom. So, what do you want to play?”

“I want to play Magic Dice. It won’t take long. You can’t play too long.”

“Okay.” Lindsay looked around. “Where do we play?” “Here on the floor.” Mia plopped into a sitting position on the hardwood floor. “You sit with me.”

“Okay.” Lindsay sat. “I’ve never heard of this game. How do you play?”

“We each take a dice.”

“A die,” Lindsay corrected. “One is a die, two are dice.”

“Oh.” The correction didn’t seem to bother Mia. “So, we each get a die. I get the big one so I get bigger. You get the small one so you get smaller.”

Lindsay smiled at her sister’s make-believe game. “But I don’t want to be smaller.”

“You have to roll both dice for the magic to work.” Mia’s green eyes were imploring.

Lindsay shrugged. “Give me my die.” She looked at both dice, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear. Her die was noticeably smaller than Mia’s. The dice looked handmade, and very old. “Where did you get these?”

“I found them digging in my garden.” Mia’s wavy blonde hair bounced around her head.

“They look it. Now what?”

“Now we just roll the dice,” Mia said.

Lindsay nodded. “Let’s roll.”

The two girls each rolled a one. “Snake eyes,” Lindsay clapped.

Mia shook her head. “We need to roll again. That’s not enough.”

Lindsay still didn’t understand this game, but went along. This time, Lindsay rolled a three and Mia a six.

Mia looked up at Lindsay. “That’s better. We can go again. Do you want to?”

“Why not?” They rolled again. This time, Lindsay rolled a two and Mia a one.

Lindsay tilted her head. “One more time?”

“Really?” Mia seemed genuinely surprised. “You’d let me be that big?”

“Sure.” Lindsay nodded. “Let’s roll.”

Mia rolled a three. Then Lindsay tossed a four.

Lindsay bounced once as she sat. “Wanna go again?”

Mia shook her head. “We can’t. You might get too little.” The little girl got up and kissed her big sister on the cheek. “Thanks, little sis.”

Lindsay smiled. “You’re welcome, big sis.”

Mia grabbed the dice and bounced out of the room.

Lindsay chuckled, then yawned. That hadn’t been too bad. Lindsay found herself getting very sleepy.

A few minutes later, Jennifer called up the stairs, saying dinner was ready. Lindsay put on her flip-flops. She staggered downstairs, eating very little while Mia scarfed down thirds.

As she went back upstairs, Lindsay’s flip-flops slipped off as she reached the top step. They seemed too big, and her form-fitting jeans seemed loose. So sleepy she couldn’t think straight, Lindsay collapsed onto bed, barely getting the covers over her before she passed out.

Early Saturday morning, Lindsay heard someone at her closet. She looked over groggily. “Hmm?”

“It’s just me. I’m just borrowing some clothes.”

The figure Lindsay saw through her sleep was tall and slim. She held up a t-shirt and some jeans.

“Hmm.” The figure glanced at her feet. “A little small, but it’ll have to do. And my feet are so big. I’ll have to make the flip-flops work ‘til I can figure out a replacement.”

The figure leaned down and kissed a sleepy Lindsay’s right cheek. “I love you, little sis. Thanks.”

Through the haze of her sleepiness, Lindsay knew the kiss. “Luv you, Mia.” She went back to sleep.

 

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Mac Rome is a lifelong resident of the Great Lakes region of the United States. He’s experienced life in the Appalachian foothills, along the Ohio river and in the flatlands of the former Great Black Swamp, and in large cities, small towns and rural areas. He’s a student of ancient lore and mythology and a lover of cultural exploration, history and dialects. He writes fantasy, science fiction and romance.

 

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Untangle My Heart

by Maria K. Alexander

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Blurb

When her marriage ended in tragedy, Kate DiFrancesco rebuilt her life, but has never gotten over the pain of what she lost. Seeking the help of an ex-lover ignites feelings she’s promised never to have again. She’ll need to untangle herself from dangers in her past in order to break the hard shell around her heart.

Edward Weston has a lot to prove, both to his stuffy upper-crust British family, and to  himself. Working alongside Kate, a woman he had a casual relationship with, stirs unexpected feelings. Helping her family makes him realize what he’s missing. For the first time, he wants more than a one-night stand.

When Kate is threatened, Edward must overcome feeling unworthy to protect the woman he loves and fight for the family he never thought he’d have.

Excerpt

“Privacy is a hard thing to find around here, so you may want to lock the door. Especially when you’re wearing only a towel and my sister is on the prowl.”

“I’ll have to remember that,” Edward said, taking a step toward her. “I knew she was smitten, but didn’t think she would be waiting in the room after my shower. I was struggling with a tactful way of getting her out.”

“I’m sure you’re not accustomed to asking a woman to leave your room.”

He gave her an unapologetic grin. “No, usually not.”

“I guess it’s partly my fault. I told her I don’t have any claims to you. Apparently she took that to mean it was open season to pursue you.”

“Yet you stopped by. Why?”

“I wanted to thank you again for your help today. You dropped everything to come and help my family and that means a lot to me.”

He took another step toward her until he stood directly in front of her. “You mean a lot to me. I’d do anything I could to help you.”

She nodded in acknowledgement, not sure she could trust her voice to speak with him all but touching her.

“And you’re wrong about not having a claim on me.”

His hands found their way to her waist. Her heart thumped and she knew she should pull back, wanted to pull back. But his blue-gray eyes held her in a hypnotic state and she couldn’t move.

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A romantic at heart, Maria K. Alexander spent hours as a young girl getting lost in and wishing to be one of the heroines in the stories she read. Books gave her the ability to go to another world where she loved meeting new characters, learning about their problems, and watching them fall in love.

Maria blogs and shares her writing journey with her critique partners at: http://thevioletfemmes.com.

When not writing, Maria loves to read, bake, downhill ski, visit the beach, and watch romantic comedies. Maria lives in New Jersey with her husband and children, and writes in her “spare” time between juggling a full-time job and her kids’ busy schedules.

You can keep in touch with her at: http://mariakalexander.com.

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